All language subtitles for Dont.Let.RBG

(EXHALES)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey, Ashley.

ASHLEY: Hey, Uncle Jack.

Everything okay?

Uh...

Yeah.

I mean, (CHUCKLES) it would be but...

My mom dropped me off at the movies
before she went to work

and my dad was supposed to pick me up,
but he didn't.

So, then, I tried to take the bus
but I don't have my bus pass

and, of course, neither one of them
are answering their phones.

All right, I'm on my way.

So how was the movie? Was it good?

It was okay.

Just okay?

ASHLEY: Mmm-hmm.

What was it about?

Zombies.

-(IMITATING ZOMBIES)
-(BOTH CHUCKLE)

By the way,

sorry for interrupting your work.

You don't have to apologize.

I got you that phone so you can call me
if you ever need me.

I'm glad you called.

(ASHLEY HUMMING)

Pass the pen?

-Let's do it!
-Yeah.

All right. It's a good foundation,
I'm gonna build on it.

-You ready?
-ASHLEY: Yes.

-Pow.
-Mmm-hmm.

-What's...
-Yeah.

...with the legs, arms, eyes...

What's that? That's a smile.

That's pretty good.

Yeah, I don't know if you're gonna
be able to match that.

-(GIGGLES)
-Let's see what you got.

JACK: What's that?
ASHLEY: A wing.

JACK: (IMITATING) "A wing."

Butterfly wing.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

ASHLEY: Finish it off, Picasso.

JACK: I'm gonna give it to you,
that's pretty good. Mmm-hmm.

I don't know,
can you improve on perfection?

-I mean, I don't know.
-Yeah, I mean...

-We could do one more thing though.
-What?

ASHLEY: How about that? Boom!
JACK: Pow!

-Finishing touch.
-Mmm-hmm.

(ASHLEY CHUCKLES)

You know, the best thing about your dad
being such a screw-up,

is I get to spend time
with my favorite niece.

-He's such an asshole.
-Ashley.

Where is he anyway?

(SIGHS)

He's not so bad.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey, Ash, what's up?

Nothing much.
I just wanted to call to thank you.

What for?

Whatever you said to my parents
the other night.

Whatever you said, I mean,
it really worked.

I know they were just kissing my butt,

but my dad bought me
this really awesome bike,

that I've begging for,
for, like, 15 years.

Then they took me to Stephano's

for a make-up dinner
of course, and believe it or not,

I finally ordered
the garlic chicken dish thing.

Uh, garlic chicken dish thing?

Yeah, I mean, every time we go,

you try to convince me to get it,

so I decided to get it in your honor.

Delicious, but really garlicky.

Anyway, uh, I know I was cursing
about him the other night,

so I just wanted to let you know I think

he's maybe doing pretty good now.

Oh.

Look, I'm sorry,

I'm staring at a pile of paper
I've gotta get through for my next shift.

What were you trying to say?

It's okay. Work if you have to work.

-We'll talk about things later.
-All right.

-Bye, Uncle Jack.
-Bye.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey, Ash.

(STATIC ON PHONE)

-Hello?
-(TENSELY) Hello. Uncle Jack?

-Hello? Where are you?
-Ashley?

-Can you hear me or not?
-Yeah.

-Someone's here...
-Ashley?

(VOICE CRACKLING)

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

-(DIALS NUMBER)
-(DIAL TONE RINGING)

ASHLEY: (ON VOICEMAIL)
Hey, you've reached Ashley.

-Please leave a message.
-(VOICEMAIL BEEPS)

Hey, Ashley.

Uh, are you okay?

Call me back.

(DISTANT VOICES ON TV)

Hello? Anybody home?

Ashley?

Garret!

Garret, come on. Garret. Garret.

Garret, no. God.

(GRUNTS)

Oh, God.

It's all right, okay?

(CRIES OUT)

God!

Oh, God. Garret, what did you do?

What did you do? What did you do?

(VOICE QUIVERING) Ashley. Ashley.

Ashley.

BOBBY: Jack? Jack?

Jack, I got here as fast as I could.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Jack.

I'm so sorry, Jack.

I'm so sorry, Jack.

JACK: The last time I spoke to Ashley,

she was trying to talk to me
about her dad,

my brother...

And knowing all of this,

me not seeing he was capable,

I might as well have done it.

BOBBY: No. No, Jack.

No, this is not on you.

It's not.

JACK: Five or six times a day,
people been saying they gonna pray for me.

I pray.

(VOICE BREAKS) I pray to undo it.

ALL: Amen.

JACK: I pray that God
would give me a second chance, Bobby.

(CHUCKLES RUEFULLY)

Tell me this ain't true, man.

Tell me this isn't happening.

Some... Somehow...

Jack, I... I just think somehow,
you're gonna get through this.

But you cannot blame yourself.

People with your brother's
kind of illness,

they hide those sorts of things, Jack.

Hi, I'm Ashley,
and I'm the birthday queen.

And at the smoker, we have

my dear old Uncle Jack
probably making sure

Bobby-O doesn't overcook
his famous pulled pork.

Come on. Come on.
That's gonna be so tender,

when you touch it, it's just gonna go...
(MAKES SQUISHING NOISES)

ASHLEY: Okay, sure.

And at the bar, my mom and my...

-What are you guys doing? Hey!
-Hi!

Hi, baby. Love you.

ASHLEY: (LAUGHS) I love you guys, too.

And over here, we have Mr. Wilco.

Hi, buddy. Oh! Hi.
The most beautiful dog in the world.

Yeah.

-Hey, Simone.
-SIMONE: Hi.

GARRET: Little daughter, now you're older!
ASHLEY: Yeah.

-Yes, yes, yes.
-We love you, girl.

-ASHLEY: Thank you.
-Happy birthday.

-Thank you so much.
-My girls. (KISSES)

-Yay!
-GARRET: Now, get out of my face.

Whoo-hoo!

Happy birthday, me.

(VIDEO STOPS)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(CONTINUES RINGING)

FEMALE AUTOMATED VOICE: We're sorry,

you have reached a number that has been
disconnected or is no longer in service.

If you feel you have reached
this recording in error,

please check the number
and try your call again.

JACK: Hey.

Can you look something up for me?

Hey, Bobby.

Hey, Jack. What are you doing here?

My niece's cell.
Apparently it was tagged and photographed,

but somehow it's not in the property room.
You know where it is?

It should have been left at the scene

for the fingerprint tech to bag it

and bring it in here with everything else.

But I don't know if the bozo did it.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

-Hello?
-(VOICE ECHOES ON PHONE) Hello?

GIRL: Hey.

Hello?

Who is this?

Who do you think it is?

Hello?

Okay, um,

I don't know if our lines
are crossed or what,

but hope you just didn't die.

(SIGHS) All right, bye.

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

-Hey.
-JACK: Hey.

How you doing, brother?

I'm all right. Uh, come on in.

(JACK SIGHS DEEPLY)

I'm sorry
for just dropping by like this, but...

-It's all good.
-Well,

you know, Alice remembers
you liking her lasagna,

so she heard I was coming by,
she went straight in that kitchen and...

Thank you.

By the way,
Miles wanted me to let you know

Cooper had absolutely nothing
to do with making the card.

-That supposed to be me?
-(CHUCKLES) I guess.

-Thank him for me.
-Okay.

Hey, you finding what you looking for?

I feel like I'm going crazy here, man.

Jack, you're going through
the hardest thing in the world.

You're allowed to feel crazy.

Right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess.

Yeah, thanks for the reassurance, man.

Thanks for coming by.

Actually, I...

I didn't come to reassure you

or bring lasagna.

I have something to lay on you,
it's a little bit heavy.

Your brother's case, bottom line,

we have to rule you out for it.

IA noticed I haven't been doing that.

So, before you go talk to them,
Jack, is there anything...

Anything...

That you wanna tell me?

So, first things first. We have it here,
you stated before your shift,

the night of the murders,
you were home alone. Is that right?

-Yes.
-Okay.

You told Detective Owens your brother
recently acted a little erratic,

but you didn't see it as a big deal.

Well, he forgot an obligation
with my niece,

which wasn't really erratic,
it was typical.

So, I gave him an earful and let it go.

Your sister-in-law...

Did you find her attractive?

You two ever flirt?

I mean, by all accounts,
you played hero for your niece a lot.

So, one could imagine
that might have worn on your brother some.

Then again, maybe if there was some,
you know, incident with the wife...

That's a kind of thing
that could set a guy off.

-Okay, let me be blunt.
-Please.

I'm imagining a scenario like this...

Your niece calls you up crying.

And her dad's drunk, and yelling,

and throwing lamps, and you're pissed.

He's misbehaving right after you

already gave him an earful, right?

So you fly over there hot, confront him...

-And so, I shoot my own brother, right?
-(CONTINUES SPEAKING)

Okay, yeah, yeah. You know what?

You got me, I did it.

I killed 'em all.

Even the dog. (SNICKERS)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

(RINGING STOPS)

GIRL: Hello?

Hello?

-Hello.
-Hello? Uncle Jack, is anyone there?

Yeah.

So, when I called you before,
did you hear me at all?

Did you not see that I called you?

Uncle Jack, are you ignoring me or what?

Where are you calling from?

Where am I calling from?

Yeah.

Um, okay, I'm at my house, in my bedroom.

In Los Angeles, California.

Uncle Jack, I don't know what's going on,

but if you don't wanna talk right now...

No! No, no, no, no. Let's talk, yeah.

We should talk. Uh,
what do you wanna talk about?

I mean, I guess I just wanted
to say thank you, really.

My dad said you gave him quite a speech
about not picking me up the other night.

Whatever you said,
it really snapped him into shape.

I know they were just kissing my butt,

but my dad bought me this new bike

I've begging for, for, like, 15 years.

Then they took me to Stephano's,

for a make-up dinner,
of course, and believe it or not,

I finally ordered
the garlic chicken dish thing.

And you weren't wrong, it was delicious.

But a lot of garlic though, right?

Yeah, super-garlicky.

Actually, after dinner
we ended up hanging out,

breathing garlic on each other
until like 1:00 a.m.

while we were listening to some old stuff

from my dad's record collection.

By the way, have you ever
heard of a band called...

-Ash?
-Yeah.

-At Stephano's...
-Mmm-hmm.

...the other night after dinner,
I bet you had

a hot fudge sundae
with two cherries on top. Am I right?

(ASHLEY CHUCKLES) Uh...

What? How did you know that?

Did you just turn psychic or something?

What is it? Do you have a crystal ball?

(DRAMATICALLY) Look into his eyes...

He's got ESP.

Jack Radcliff, fortune-teller detective,

solving cases that no one else can.

Super cop. Seer of hot fudge sundaes.

Ash, you said you were at home, right?

Yeah.

Your mom and dad,
they home with you right now?

Mmm, no. My mom's at work,
and my dad went out

to go watch some game
or something, I don't know.

Hey, Ash...

Mmm-hmm?

I'm about to ask you something
that's gonna make absolutely no sense,

but do me a favor, I don't want you to...

I don't want you to ask me why, just...

I just want you to trust me.

Okay?

Can you do that for me?

I, I mean, I guess so.

In your dad's shed out back,

last time I looked, there was some
spray paint on his workbench.

I want you to go in there, grab it,

and, uh...

I want you to spray something
on the doors of the shed.

Like what?

Paint a big red "X."

A big red "X"?

A big,

fat, red "X." Okay?

(SIGHS) Okay,
I'll call you back when it's done.

No, wait. You don't have to get off.

-(LINE DISCONNECTS)
-Ashley?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(SHAKES SPRAY CAN)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

-ASHLEY: Hey, you're never gonna...
-Ashley, hang on, hang on.

-There's something I need to ask.
-Okay.

For some reason my phone's acting up,
not showing the date.

Can you look at your phone
and tell me what it is?

Okay. All right, so it's, uh...

June 25th.

You said it's June 25th today?

Yes, but listen,
I did what your weird butt asked,

but unbelievably,
while I was in here doing the deed,

my dad pulled in the driveway in some
weird white car, and now I'm trapped.

What do you mean "a weird white car"?

Just some weird white car
pulled up in the driveway,

so I freaked out
and pulled the doors closed.

Pulled the door? Okay.

-Is your dad driving it?
-No. He's in the passenger side.

You recognize the driver?

No... No, I can't really see.

Ashley, if you can, I want you
to carefully peek out and see

if you can read the license plate.

Or get a good look at the guy
behind the wheel.

Can you do that?

Ashley, where'd you go?

(ASHLEY SHUSHES)
Hang on, I'm looking.

So, unfortunately, no.
I can't see the plates.

It's the way the car's parked.

What kind of car is it?

It looks old.
I'm not quite sure what it is.

It's a sports car. It's a sports car with

big lights like frog eyes.

Ashley, I need you
to be very, very specific.

Look closely.

-Maybe you can see an emblem or something?
-(CAR PULLING AWAY)

ASHLEY: Yeah, there was. A tiny one,

but the car just drove away.

-With or without your dad?
-With him.

That's good. You can come out.

Yeah, I know. I'm already out.

Okay, so confess.

Why in the world
did you just have me do that?

Hello?

Ashley, I need you to think.

Think about what?

Like, has anything unusual been going on?

Like the thing with the white car.

New people, conversation you
overheard that seems strange.

Maybe something that had to do
with your mom?

Maybe they had a big fight recently,

or maybe you noticed your dad
seemed to stop taking his medications.

I don't understand.
Why are you even asking me?

The truth is, all this is about a case.

But it's not an ordinary case.
It's a case to do with your dad.

A case? What kind of case?

It could be he's gotten
into some of the same stuff

that got him in trouble
when you were little,

and if that's true,
we've got to protect him.

You're saying he's doing it again?
He's dealing drugs again?

It's possible, yes.

Well, I mean,

if he's off his medications,
he really doesn't seem like it.

He seems good,
and to answer your other question,

him and my mom
haven't been fighting at all,

at least from what I've seen.

They've actually been very sweet
and cuddly with each other lately.

They seem really good.

And if I really think about it,
especially my dad.

He's been in a good mood,
and he's been getting back into his music.

Actually, he's been writing
this really beautiful new song.

I don't think it's gonna be
a hit or anything, but it's really pretty.

I guess I'm saying, I just think he's
doing good when he's playing his music.

Usually, if he's depressed
or off his meds, he just kinda quits.

-Hey, Ash.
-Mmm-hmm?

Have you ever heard the name
Georgie before?

I don't think so.

Why? Who's Georgie?

I don't know.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING ON PHONE)

You going somewhere?

Oh, yeah. Uh, just back to my room.

Why?

Which part of your room exactly?

I'm over by my window.

Hello?

-Hey, Ash.
-Yeah?

Did you just get your room repainted?

Sorry... How in the heck do you know that?

Uncle Jack! How do you know that?

'Cause I was looking at your dad's
credit report, 'cause of the case.

I saw a receipt for paint.

Right, okay.

I mean, yeah, he repainted it
a few days ago,

I guess as part of kissing my butt
for screwing up the other night.

He did the whole thing himself.

Which was nice, but slightly annoying
because you know how painters paint,

and they do a sloppy job,
and they accidently seal up the cracks?

-Uh-huh.
-Well, that's what happened,

and now my window's stuck.

-Your window's stuck?
-Yeah, it's totally sealed shut.

I don't think I can open it
without a crowbar.

But what are we doing
talking about my window?

Ugh! It's too bad I don't know
his email password

so I could check and see
if there's a Georgie.

Or, you know what,
one thing I could maybe do,

I could google the bug-eyed car
and try to figure out what kind it is,

or, I mean, if it comes back,

I can go outside and see
if there's plates on the rear.

But, of course,
who knows if that'll ever happen.

-(DOG BARKING ON PHONE)
-Uh-oh! Crap!

Okay, uh, I think I gotta go.

-Is that Wilco?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's Wilco.

He says hello but, Uncle Jack,
I think my dad is just walking in the door

and I got red paint all over my hands,

so I gotta wash up before he comes in.

But you know what,
I'll try to figure out who Georgie is

and I'll call you back, okay?

-Love you, Uncle Jack. Bye.
-Wait!

(SOFTLY) Oh, God.

(SOBBING) Oh, God.

Jack.

I heard you were in the office.
What are you doing here?

My leave days are up,
so I figured what's the difference.

"2 days to live." What's that?

JACK: Uh, just reconstructing
the timeline.

What happened before what, and when.

That a problem, sir?

Let's go to my office.

Close the door behind you, Jack.

Oh, did I show you?

We just got into the playoffs.

Bobby's boy Cooper pitched
for a save to get us there.

-That's great.
-Yeah, it is.

So, what's going on?

Are you not satisfied with the way

your partner's been handling
your family's case?

JACK: Well, something
a little strange happened.

I got a couple of calls
from what appeared to be my niece's cell.

I guess I've just been looking
for an explanation.

That's why you went over there
and collected her phone?

You hear that from Bobby?

Take a seat.

Something I need to make clear to you.

The fact that Bobby didn't
walk into my office straightaway,

that he waited until you
had tampered with the state's evidence

before he said anything,
was not very smart.

You should have come to me, Jack.
Talked it over.

Respectfully, sir, if I had run it by you,

you'd have told me I had PTSD
and recommended I check in for treatment.

Look,

I believe if you want to go
see a psychologist,

it's up to you to make that decision,
but since you haven't,

I feel I need to say some things to you,

and not just as your boss.

One thing I know to be true,

you have to move forward.

You have to believe that
there's a spot out there for you

where things are gonna be better.

Yes, sir.

-I hear you, I really do, um...
-Do you?

Because I sense a "but."

On your wall, you pinned up a note,

"Talk to them about Georgie."

You wanna tell me what that's about?

It was a message
my brother wrote to himself.

I found it in his house.

Does it mean something to you?

Who is he?

HOWARD: There's a bunch of
random narcotics cases

this guy was associated with.

Given your brother's history,

it wouldn't surprise me
if he'd had some dealings with him.

Unfortunately the only piece
of actual evidence we got on him

is literally right here.

We've heard his name for years,

but nobody's actually ever seen him,

except for one deceased witness

who helped us get this drawing.

You're telling me it's a dead end?

No, I'm telling you
this guy is a white whale.

You ask me?

Take everything off your wall.

Take whatever remaining days you
have left. Cash in your sick days, too.

Thank you, sir.
I think you're 100% correct.

Cash in my days,

everything comes off the wall.

JACK: I want you to look at this.

-Okay.
-Look carefully.

Now, what is this?
Why are you showing me this?

My brother, he preferred vodka
drenched in OJ.

He liked his drinks sweet and mixed.

Look at the bottle on the bed.

BOBBY: Bourbon.
JACK: Bourbon.

Now, okay, maybe he was desperate

and there was nothing else
in the house, right?

Wrong. Next picture.

Vodka.

So all the evidence is clear.

My brother was a bipolar, gun-owning,

pill-popping lunatic.

Very dramatic, almost spilled
all over the bed like he was going crazy.

Come on, man. That was staged.

(LINE RINGING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

I gotta take this. Sorry, man.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hey, Ashley.

Hey, so you know the name
you gave me, Georgie?

When my dad wasn't looking, I think
I found something in his old day planner.

Found what? His last name?

No, I couldn't find his last name

but I think I found his address.

That's incredible.

Okay, give it to me.

I will in just a minute.

What... What does that mean,
in just a minute?

Well, Wilco and I are actually
on your street about 10 seconds away.

Ashley, no, you can't.

I can't? Why not?

-I'm not home right now.
-Well, that's kind of funny,

because all your lights are on,

and it looks like
if I were to ring your door...

No! No, Ashley,
I need you to turn around and go.

Okay?

Okay, I heard you, but why does it sound
like the sky is about to fall?

I know it's confusing. The thing is,
your dad is in such deep trouble right now

that there may be people
watching my house.

In fact, while this is happening,

if we see each other in person,

we should probably pretend
like none of this is going on.

Okay? You still there?

-Ashley?
-Yeah, I'm here.

Tell me you're turning around and going.

-Uh... Yeah, we're going now.
-Look, let's say this.

Tell me the address, I'm gonna go
check it out and then let's talk after.

-Sure.
-Good. Good, good, good.

Okay, so it's 1696 South Cochran Avenue.

(MAN WHISTLES AND MAKES KISSING SOUNDS)

-(DOG BARKS)
-(LAUGHING)

(WHISTLING)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(WHISTLING IN DISTANCE)

(LOUD MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)

(ENGINE REVS)

Shit.

(MAN SHOUTING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(BARKING GETS CLOSER)

(CAR ALARM BLARING IN DISTANCE)

(ENGINE STARTS)

JACK: (WEAKLY) Property...

Jacky.

-Hey, what the hell happened to you?
-Property room.

Property room.

BOBBY: Property room?
What are you talking about?

Jack, right now
we've gotta get you to a hospital.

No... No time.

Jack, come on, no time?
What do you mean there's no time?

I gotta...

I gotta save her.

Jacky?

Jacky.

Where you going... Jacky?

Hey.

What is it you need him to pull?

Just get me in there, it's important.

It's on me. Let us in.

OFFICER: Okay.

BOBBY: Call an EMT
and keep everybody outta here.

(DISTORTED) Jack, hey. Hey.

Jack?

Jack?

Hey, Jack.

Down here, Jacky.

Okay, so what are we doing?

Jack, hey.

What are you looking for?

JACK: This was delivered on a Monday.

Today is...

This is Tuesday morning, right?

Yeah, it's Tuesday morning, Jack.

That means
it's Tuesday morning for her, too.

For her, who?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

I gotta get this. I gotta get it.

(EXHALES)

-ASHLEY: Hello?
-Ash.

Come on!

-The hell you got your guns out for?
-What was that?

-Just stay back.
-Was that for me?

Hello? Uncle Jack? Hello?

JACK: I've got no choice.

Uncle Jack, you...

You have no choice about what?

As soon as we get off...

I'm gonna need you to call 911.

Say... Say you want your dad locked up.

-Wait. Why would we want him locked up?
-Tell them about the drugs.

What drugs?

They're in a box under his bed.

Okay. Okay, but what is this?
What the hell is going on?

(WEAKLY) Someone's coming
to kill your dad.

Who's coming to kill my dad?

-Seriously? Uncle Jack?
-(SIRENS APPROACHING)

Write this down...

-Okay.
-JACK: 2-1-3...

-2-1-3...
-5-5...

-2-8...
-2-8-0.

Yes, I wrote it down,
but whose number is this?

It's Bobby's number.

You call him if you need it.

-Uncle Jack, what's all that noise?
-BOBBY: Over here!

MAN: Officer down.

ASHLEY: Uncle Jack!

Hello?

Uncle Jack!

(MEDICS TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(DISTORTED) Jack, we're gonna
find out who did this to you.

(MONITORS FLATLINING)

We're gonna get him.

Jack.

Hey, Jack.

Jack, come on, man, stay with me.

Jack!

Jack! Jack!

ASHLEY: Uncle Jack?

Uncle Jack!

Hey, Ash, what's up?

ASHLEY: Uh... What?

Hello!

I don't understand.

What do you mean you don't understand?

Why are you looking at me crazy?

-Is this a joke?
-No, it's not a joke!

Why would any of this be a joke?

-Come in, come in...
-No!

-Stop. Explain what's going on.
-Explain what?

What? Yeah, "what."

The red "X," the "send him to jail."

What aren't you saying anything?
Say something!

What is going on?

-Ashley, come inside.
-No. Bye.

Hey! Hold on. Ashley, hold up.

Leave me alone.

(BICYCLE RIDING AWAY)

(TRAIN HORN BLARING IN DISTANCE)

(PANTING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(GARRET PLAYING GUITAR)

(SINGING) Girl

I'll save you

You save me

I'll save...

Okay.

I'll save you

You save me

(GARRET VOCALIZING AND LAUGHING)

-Hey there, butterbean.
-Hey, baby.

GARRET: Come on in.

Got something in the bag
right there for you.

Check it out. Check it out. Check it out.

I may have gone to a record store,

and I might have
seen something that you might like.

See, that's their second album.

I mean, it may not be
as good as the first one,

but I think it's pretty cool.

(MOCKINGLY) "Thank you, Dad.
That's so amazing." Thank you, baby.

(GARRET CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I was playing Mom a new song I wrote.

Want to come in and sit down
with us and help us write some lyrics?

You want to sit down and talk?

(LINE RINGING)

FEMALE OPERATOR: 911.
What's the location of your emergency?

Hello?

Hello?

Hi.

Yeah.

Hi.

I think... I think I need the police.

-(GASPS)
-(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

ASHLEY: (INDISTINCTLY)
Uncle Jack, can you hear me or not?

(DOOR CREAKS)

JACK: Hello?

Anybody home?

(GASPS)

Oh, God. Garret, what did you do?

(STRANGLED SOB)

(SOBBING) Ashley.

(SCREAMS)

(HEART BEATING RAPIDLY)

(LIGHT CLICKING)

(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)

BOBBY: Hey, Jack.

-Where did you go?
-(GASPS)

What is it?

You're not having a stroke, are you?

Fuck.

My family.

BOBBY: Jack!

BOBBY: What is it? What is it? What is it?

(SOBS) Oh, no.

They died on a Tuesday
instead of a Wednesday.

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

BOBBY: Jack, what is wrong with you, huh?

Baseball mitt. What's that about?

Next stop is Little League.

Howard got pissed
because Cooper forgot his lucky glove.

You gonna drop me off, right?

(BARKING CONTINUES LOUDER)

Jack!

Jack.

You want to tell me
why in the hell we have our guns out?

What day is it today?

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday...
What day of the week is it?

-Tuesday!
-Tuesday... Shit!

-Tell me what's going on.
-What time is it?

Do you even know what's going on?

The glass on her phone.

When she died before, it was cracked.

BOBBY: "When she died before"?

Now the newspaper says they died
on a Tuesday instead of a Wednesday.

The newspaper says they died
on a Tuesday instead of a Wednesday?

-Yeah.
-The newspaper

changed the date of their deaths?

Boy, I hate to say it,
but you sound insane, J.

Bobby...

We gotta go. We gotta go.
We gotta go. We gotta go.

Hey.

Did someone call 911
and report Garret for possession?

Yeah. But it was a dud.

How is it you don't remember that?

JACK: Actually...

Actually, I do.

I do remember.

-Jack, what is wrong with you, huh?
-JACK: The pills...

-There were no pills on the bed.
-BOBBY: "Pills on the bed"?

JACK: And her bike was out back.

Her backpack.

How'd her backpack get wet?

BOBBY: That's a good question, Jack.

But what I wanna know
is why you're asking all these questions

right here, right now,
just all of a sudden.

(SOFTLY) I'm just saying...

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)

This is a nightmare.
Just having a nightmare.

I just want to talk.
You know what I'm saying?

Wait! Wait!

No... (GRUNTS)

Please, please.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

-Ashley.
-Hey.

Hey, Uncle Jack.
There's a lot I need to tell you.

And I know the last time
we talked was super-weird.

But, I didn't know who else to call,

so I called 911, like you said.

But then my dad just left,
so I followed him.

And now, my dad's getting beat up.

It looks like they're hurting him...

Okay, just wait. Wait, wait, wait.

(STAMMERING) Ashley, just tell...

Just tell me exactly where you are.

Um, I'm on West Armour
and the corner of First.

JACK: Okay. Get the hell out of there.

But whatever you do, do not go home.

Uncle Jack, there's people here.
There's a car.

-Hello?
-What people? What car?

-The white one?
-There's... Hello?

Ashley!
(CALL DISCONNECTS)

Shit.

(CAR REVS)

(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)

(SOFTLY) Q...

(LINE RINGING)

BOBBY: (ON VOICEMAIL)
This is Bobby-O. Leave me a message.

-(VOICEMAIL BEEPS)
-Bobby, it's Jack.

I need a report on a car
as soon as possible.

It's a Porsche 911, California plates,

2-S-A-Q-3-2-1.

Call me back.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SHAKY PANTING)

MAN: Hey!

(GASPS)

No.

No.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

-Ashley.
-Uncle Jack, thank God.

-You okay?
-I am. But, no, not really.

Right after my phone died,

one of the guys beating my dad up
came after me and chased me.

Okay. Where are you?

I'm at the diner where
we had dinner the other night.

I had to recharge my phone,
and this seemed like

it was the safest place to be.

Okay. Hang on!

I'm a minute away.
I'll be right over there.

Before I get there, we need to focus.

The guys who beat up your dad,

was there anything else you saw?

What about their cars?

Yeah...

I thought about that, too.
There was a hat, a yellow one...

I had their license plates written down

-on a napkin.
-That's great!

That's great.

But it was in my backpack and I lost
my backpack while I was running away.

Wait, wait. You just say
you lost your backpack?

Yeah. Why?

Ashley, you have any idea
why your backpack would be wet?

How do you know that?

JACK: I'll tell you right after
you answer.

Okay? I promise. Just tell me.

ASHLEY: Okay. This man came running
after me, and I fell in the river.

Everything falls in the river.
My backpack, my bike...

And I didn't have time

to get my backpack. I didn't have time.

So, I just... I ran.

(VOICE BREAKS) And I lost my backpack.

And then I called you.

Ash...

Ash, I know I've asked you
to do a lot of weird stuff,

I know you want me to stop.

But I do have one more thing
like that to ask.

And then that's it. Everything will
start making sense. (WINCES)

Hello? What's happening?

By the register.

Know where there's
a bunch of bubblegum in a jar?

Yeah.

Okay. I want you to grab a handful.

All different colors...

And then tell me when that's done.

Uncle Jack, are you here somewhere?

The answer to all your questions
is in that jar of bubblegum.

Just reach in there
and then go to our booth.

The one we always sit in.

Okay.

Okay.

JACK: You with me, Ash?

Yeah. Okay.

Now what?

Okay. So...

Here's what we gonna do.

I want you to pick a piece of gum,

any color...

Okay? Now, start chewing it.

Okay.

Now, when it's good and goopy,

I want you to stick it under the table,

real good, so it won't fall off.

All right. It's done.

(SHARP LAUGH)

Red gum.

You were chewing red gum.

(STAMMERS) I don't understand.
How did you know?

How do I know things I shouldn't?

Why did I get you to paint the red "X"?

What are we doing
sticking things under the table?

The fact is, believe it or not,

I'm sitting right here,

holding a dried up,
chewed up piece of red gum

you just stuck under the table.

But for me, it's two weeks old.

I'm telling you, I'm sitting in the booth
you're sitting at two weeks...

Two weeks in the future.

Ash, where'd you go?

Just a second.

-Ash?
-Just a second.

Okay, look again and tell me what you see.

You put a red question mark
written in crayon there

with a yellow piece of bubblegum.

Ashley...

I know your backpack was wet because

somehow it ended up...

In your future,
the one I'm in right now, it ended up

at a crime scene we've been
investigating, soaked.

A crime that in your time
hasn't yet happened.

I'm telling you,
unless you do something about it,

it's not just your dad who's gonna die.

Your mom's gonna die.

And so are you.

Which you know because

you're my time-travelling uncle
from the future?

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah.

If that's true...

How do we die?

Ashley, that's not important.

How is it not important?

Because it's not gonna happen.

-Because you're going to save yourself.
-How do I die?

-You're going to erase all this.
-Tell me right now!

No!

You're not gonna die.
I'm not gonna let that happen.

You're gonna get on a bus, or a train.

Or ride your bike
and sleep on a beach if you have to.

You are gonna live.

What does it look like
when I die and who did it?

We don't know that yet.
We don't know that yet.

Okay, just tell me what you know.

Just tell me what you know.

And I promise...
I promise I'll go like you said I should.

Please. I can handle it.

Okay.

Your bedroom door
was kicked in, and you...

And you died right on your bed.

It looked like maybe you tried
to force open your window to get away,

but your new paint made it stick.

My new paint made it stick.

Yeah, but as long as you're alive,
you can change this.

Whatever you do, don't forget that.

I want you to take that thought
wherever you go, from here on in.

This chewed up piece of gum,
you can un-chew it.

You can change things, okay?

You're... You're here?

Right here?

Tell me you understand
and you're about to go.

Yeah, okay.

I'll go.

I'll do it.

JACK: Hey!

I know you can't just let me in there,
but I got to get in there.

So, if I pull my gun while the cameras
are recording, and point it at you,

would you comply?

I mean, I don't want to die.

(DOOR BUZZES)

JACK: Oh, no.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

-Somebody call an ambulance.
-No, no. Please.

Don't. I'm fine, okay?
I've stopped the bleeding.

-Nobody needs to call an ambulance.
-Holy shit!

What happened to you?

HOWARD: Detective?

You know what, everybody just
back the hell out of here.

HOWARD: You heard the man,
get out. Get out!

All right.

Circle of trust. Let's hear it.

My niece's backpack is here in evidence.

It was found on the scene.

But I know for a fact,

that she lost it
the day that she was killed.

Wait, wait, wait.
How in the world would you know that?

-Jack?
-I can't say.

All right, well, what are you suggesting?

The backpack, that somebody
planted it on the scene?

What reason in the world
would a perp have to do that?

I don't know, okay?

I don't...

-I don't know.
-BOBBY: I think I might.

The plates you had me call in,
the owner of that vehicle,

-is he the guy who did this to you?
-JACK: All I know

is that car was parked
in the lot of a building.

I went inside, and some guy
comes out guns blazing...

Building where?

And why were you entering it?

You know what, Jack? Forget it.

Don't even bother to answer that.

Your homeboy's finished.

You grab his badge, his gun, his keys,
and you escort him home.

Shit.

The plates he had me call in
belonged to Lee.

Sergeant Roger Lee

of Internal Affairs.

What?

Roger Lee?

The prick who interviewed me
a couple of days ago?

It means that maybe Lee is Georgie.

I mean, if that's true,

then we have got to go and brief Eves.

I'll set it up, 'cause he's
gonna wanna hear Jack's story

straight from the horse's mouth.

Let's all reconvene
on the parking lot in just one minute.

Wait, wait.

Who's Eves?

Meet us outside.

(LINE RINGING)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

GARRET: (ON VOICEMAIL) Hey,
you've reached Garret. Leave a message.

ASHLEY: Hi, Dad. Can you call me back
as soon as you get this, please?

As soon as you can. It's important.

(LINE RINGING)

SUSAN: (ON VOICEMAIL)
Hey, what's up, it's Susan.

I can't answer the phone right now.

Leave a message and I'll get back to you
as soon as possible.

Thanks. Bye.

(VOICEMAIL BEEPS)

So, this Georgie you've been chasing,

we've both been telling half-truths

because we're under strict orders
to keep it quiet.

-By whom?
-IA and the DA.

Georgie is a group created
by a bunch of dirty cops.

That sketch I showed you,

it's a fictitious character,
it doesn't exist.

So, he can never be caught.

It was driving us crazy
for years until Eves,

who was running IA's case on this,

he told us we're chasing our own tails.

The point is, you seem to have
uncovered the fact

that the number two guy
in command of the good guys at IA...

is in fact one of the bad guys.

Speaking of which, we ought to get going.

Now where exactly are we going?

Well, unless you want to stop
off at a hospital on the way,

we've got to go and download Eves.

You're gonna tell him
how you got so tangled up in all this.

And who knows,
maybe he could help you find

whatever the hell it is
you think you're looking for.

Okay? Let's go.

Jack, come on, man.

(CAR HORN HONKS)

-What's up, Ash?
-Hey, Bobby.

BOBBY: All right, let me get this.
I got this.

ASHLEY: Thanks for getting here so fast.

BOBBY: Of course, you call me, I'm here.

So, exactly what's going on?

ASHLEY: Like I said on the phone,

I just had a feeling it would
be a good thing if you came over.

Is it your dad? Is he drinking, is he...

Is he doing drugs again? Is he...

You want to talk about it?

-No.
-No?

No.

It's just good that you came
and picked me up.

Well, you know I got you.

Do you mind if I charge my phone?

Help yourself.

Sir?

One thing you haven't said yet,

is how exactly my brother
was involved in all of this.

Do we know?

Well, for a few years now,
you probably know this already,

your brother reverted back
to his old ways to pay the bills.

Unfortunately, it got him
caught up in a transaction

with an out-of-town associate
of Georgie's,

(CHUCKLES) with no idea he was
selling evidence to the brother of a cop.

Well, you can imagine.

Those beans get spilled,

tight-knit group of cops
on the make, fragile trust,

their cover blown
by the ne'er-do-well brother

of the oh-so-honest Jack Radcliffe...

People get uptight,

they start thinking
they've got to shoot their way out.

JACK: So where does this lead to?

HOWARD: Into the Olympic Forest
on the back side of Kenneth Hahn.

You ever been there before?

Yeah, but not through here.

You'll like it. Nice.

(CLANKS)

How about you text your folks
and let them know that we're here?

Jack.

Bobby, do me a favor, text Eves,
tell him we're already here.

Done.

HOWARD: Beautiful here, isn't it?

I could have a house right here.

BOBBY: That's a black neighborhood
right there.

What? You don't think I'll fit in?

Well, yeah, you can pass.
Just keep passing right on by, homeboy.

(LAUGHS)

You know, it's amazing.
This guy is habitually late.

We wait around here anymore,
we're all gonna get skin cancer.

At least I might.

I hate late people.

Eves being one of the worst offenders.

You know, I take it as a sign
of a man's character.

Now, once I had to wait
for that dude for 45 minutes.

And when he showed up, I said to him...

(GUNSHOT)

BOBBY: Don't you even
think about it, Jack.

Point that fucking gun at the ground

and put it on the hood
of the car, right now.

BOBBY: So, you sure
you don't want to tell me

what we're here for, before we go inside?

Um...

Truth is, I think my parents
are in some kind of serious trouble.

I was hoping you could come in
and you could talk to 'em maybe?

Make sure they're okay.

Yes, I mean, sure.

I figured you would call your Uncle Jack
to help you deal with your folks, but...

Why didn't you?

Um...

I don't know,
I guess I just don't want to this time.

(BOBBY CHUCKLES)

Okay. I'll give it a shot.

Thanks again for doing this.

Aww!

Absolutely.

(ASHLEY AND BOBBY CHUCKLE)

There you go.

BOBBY: Hey. What's up?

-GARRET: Hey, Bobby. What's going on, man?
-All good, man.

ASHLEY: Hey, Mom.

SUSAN: Ashley, baby,
why don't you come in the house

and let Daddy and Bobby talk?

BOBBY: No, actually,

I was hoping we could all
go inside and talk, if that's okay.

I just have a few questions
I'd like to ask everybody concerned.

Like...

How in the world did your
daughter end up following you

to Armour Street today?

-No, Bobby, no. Don't.
-(ASHLEY SCREAMS)

(BOBBY LAUGHS)

You run, you scream, I will blow
your daddy's head off his neck.

What's up, Garret?

(SOFTLY) Bobby, man, please.

BOBBY: "Bobby, man, please."

-Let's go, boy.
-GARRET: (SOFTLY) Bobby...

-Go, baby. Go, go, go. Get in there, go.
-(DOG BARKING)

-BOBBY: Control that dog.
-(ASHLEY SCREAMING)

Control that damn dog.

-Get in the kitchen.
-Wait, Bobby.

Take the dog and get in the kitchen.

-Anybody else here?
-No, nobody's here, man.

Nobody's here but me. Nobody's here.

BOBBY: Come on in here.
GARRET: Come on.

BOBBY: Leave that dog
behind the gate. Move!

GARRET: Okay.
BOBBY: Go, go.

-Sit on the sofa.
-GARRET: We're going, Bobby. We're going.

-BOBBY: Sit. Sit!
-Okay, we are.

BOBBY: Now, Jack,
put it on the hood of the car!

Move. Over here.

Back the fuck up.

You figure out why Howard is dead yet?

Because he was clean.

The backpack, Jack.

How'd you do that?

You don't have ESP.

So how did you know
that your niece lost it?

Just tell me the truth
and we can figure out what's next.

The box under the bed.

Ashley, I need to know
how you knew what was in it.

You don't have X-ray vision.

So how did you know?

Huh?

Just tell me the truth.

We can figure out what's next.

Who did you learn about her backpack from?

Who is your witness, Jack?

You wanna know who told me
about her backpack?

You wanna know who told me
about her backpack?

It was Ashley.

Ashley told you about the backpack?

That's right.

Ashley's the one who called
you on your phone.

That's right.

BOBBY: The box, Ashley.

Hey, look, why don't you sit with us, man?

We can sit here
and we can talk about this,

-calmly thinking, okay?
-(DOG BARKING)

Okay, since you don't seem to be
realizing the gravity of all of this...

-GARRET: No!
-You stupid motherfucker!

You stupid motherfucker!

The irony of all this is I told
your brother, Jack, I begged him.

I said, "Get out of town!"

But the motherfucker thinks
he can talk his way out.

Look, look, stop, please!
Look, we can fix this, okay?

We can fix this.

You're not a killer. You're not a killer,
no more than me, okay?

You were just thinking
down the line, right?

You think about your kids and your family.

But please, man, we all make mistakes.

We make mistakes. We can fix it, Bobby.

Bobby, listen to me, man.

Please! Please!

Ashley, your Uncle Bobby
tried to save you.

Tried to save you all.

I came to your daddy
and told him what was coming.

I told him to get you all out of town.

And did he do it? No.

He stays.

Which I promise wasn't gonna happen.

And now, they don't just wanna kill him,

they told me it has to be me.

See what I'm made of.

BOBBY: How could you do this, man?

You had every chance in the world.

Why didn't you get your family
out of harm's way?

-GARRET: Bobby, I'm so sorry.
-Why did you do it?

GARRET: I'm so sorry, man, but we can
fix this, man. We're family, right?

We're family, Bobby!

BOBBY: Look.

Since nobody seems to wanna
tell me the truth here,

you leave me with no choice.

I need you to turn around
and get down on your knees, Jack.

I'm not giving you that.

When I tell you to get down on the ground,

get your black ass on the ground, Jack.

I'm not giving you that, Bobby.
I'm not giving you that.

You're gonna have to
look me in the eye, Bobby.

You know what?

GARRET: No.

Bobby, no!

ASHLEY: Daddy!

Dad!

SUSAN: Run, baby, run!

Run! Run, baby, run!

BOBBY: See, Ashley?

Your mom! I got your mama!

Run, Ashley!

(SCREAMS)

No!

No, no, no!

(GROANS LOUDLY)

(ASHLEY SCREAMS)

ASHLEY: No.
BOBBY: Ashley!

Let me in!

No! No, no!

BOBBY: Ashley!

Ashley!

(ASHLEY PANTING)

Jack!

(GUNSHOT)

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(YELPS)

(LOCK CLICKS)

No!

What the hell?

What do I do?

BOBBY: Last chance, Jack.

Your witness.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Don't you fucking answer it.

Jack!

Hey, Ashley!

Oh, my God, you answered.

Uncle Jack, I didn't listen to you.

And I know I should have, but...

I called Bobby. I didn't...

He killed everybody.

No! No, he didn't.

You're alive.

You're alive, right, Ashley?

BOBBY: (YELLS) Oh, God!

Uncle Jack, what was that?

BOBBY: Oh, God.

Uncle Jack, are you okay?

Ashley, listen to me.

The only way I can be okay

is if you save yourself.

And if you save yourself, you'll save me.

And if you save me,
I will save you. I promise.

(SCREAMS) No, no, no!

Uncle Jack...

Uncle Jack!

(GRUNTING)

ASHLEY: Please!

Uncle Jack!

(GRUNTS)

Uncle Jack...

Uncle Jack...

(ASHLEY SCREAMS)

BOBBY: You remember
what you said at the funeral, Jack?

Remember what you said?

You said you prayed to undo all of this.

So did I.

Uncle Jack!

Uncle Jack!

(SCREAMS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Hello! Uncle Jack!

No!

(KNOCKING ON WINDOW)

ASHLEY: Please.

See what you just did by coming here?

Now I have to kill your uncle.

ASHLEY: No!

Please, Uncle Jack!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Bobby!

Bobby?

Ashley, Ashley!

BOBBY: Jack, I'm sorry.

Bobby. Bobby!

I don't want you to look at me.

Just look at something beautiful.

(SINGING) I'll save you, I'll save you

If you save me

I'll save you

BOBBY: Just look at something beautiful.

(GUN CLICKS)

(SCREAMS)

(ASHLEY CRYING)

It's okay.

You're okay.

You're okay.

You're okay.