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CLARENCE: Honey? Hmm?

Have you seen my checkbook?

Downstairs in the living room.

(GASPS) Shh.

Darling, are you okay?

(STAMMERING) Fine!

CLAIRE: Are you sure?

I'm just gonna take the dog for a walk.

Okay.

(WHIMPERING)

(PANTING)

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

(WHIMPERING)

Nice office.

Nice family.

(SIGHS)

Sorry to disturb you at this time of night...

but we have a little problem.

Your boss owes me money.

A lot of money.

And I'm here to collect it.

(STUTTERS) I'm just the accountant. I don't know anything.

You don't need to know anything...

except the combination to the safe.

You do know the combination, yes?

Yes.

Perfect. Please.

(BEEPING)

Get in. Ah.

(LINE RINGING)

STUART: (OVER VOICEMAIL) This is 310-555-0199. Leave a message.

(BEEPS)

Hello, my friend. It's Malankov.

I came to your office to collect my money.

What a disappointment to see it's not here.

But I am leaving you something here in return.

As a reminder.

(GRUNTS)

I cannot wait any longer.

My best to the family.

(INDIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(BOLLYWOOD MUSIC PLAYING)

Sweet.

Yeah.

How old?

No matter how old they are, my friend...

they will always be our baby.

Ain't that true? Come on, big guy.

Thank you.

(SHOP BELL RINGING)

(DOOR BELL RINGING)

- Whoa! - BRYAN: Happy birthday!

Dad!

My birthday's not even for three days.

You're always saying I'm so predictable.

I wanted to shake things up a bit,

make it a little less predictable.

Sorry.

Come in.

(KIM SIGHS)

- Champagne glasses? - KIM: You know me.

Why would I have champagne glasses?

Or a giant stuffed panda?

I heard that. (CHUCKLES)

Inappropriate, huh? Well, I mean...

not if I was 7. I can return it...

or you can hang on to it

until you have a 7-year-old of your own.

Not funny. (DOOR OPENS)

JIMY: Hey, baby. Babe? Hey!

Hey, look who's here. Mr. Mills.

Hello, Jimy.

How are you? Good. You?

You know. Hey.

Hi.

Hey, if you guys are having

a father-daughter moment, I can really...

No, no, no. I just dropped by.

I thought I'd do something unpredictable.

Kim's always pointing out how predictable I am.

That's funny coming from her.

You wanna talk about predictable?

I'm not predictable! Oh, come on.

Every single day...

she goes to the same exact store,

right off campus, every morning before class...

and gets the same peach yogurt drink.

Stop.

The fourth one from the back.

Not the fifth one, not the third one.

The fourth one will stay cold, but not too cold.

That way, when she's drinking it, uh,

as a snack in between classes...

It's still cold.

I know. I would do exactly the same thing.

Yeah, the OCD gene.

JIMY: (LAUGHS) Uh...

What's with the bubbly?

Uh, pre-birthday celebration.

If you don't mind, I just think

it's a little early to pop open a bottle.

Yeah, no problem.

I'll put it in the fridge.

What's that?

Whoa. A panda.

That was awesome.

I'll leave you two.

Dad, don't...

You don't have to take it. Now I feel bad.

Yeah, you should feel bad.

I'll exchange it for something more predictable.

Love you. Take it easy, Jimy.

Bye.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CLEARS THROAT) Hey, babe.

Is something wrong? Nothing.

Are you sure, babe? Mmm-hmm.

Stop. Stop.

I just need a second, okay?

You might want to buckle up, Phillip.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Bryan.

How did it go?

Great. Fantastic.

Couldn't have gone better.

The panda was not a hit, I take it.

Careful what you say.

He's sitting right next to me.

When did she grow up, Lenore?

I know. It goes so fast. All of it.

Where are you?

Just going home. Make a little dinner.

If you'd like to join us. "Us"?

Me and the panda.

I'll, uh, take a rain check on that.

If that's okay with you?

And the panda?

That's fine by us.

I'll see you.

See you.

I know what you're thinking.

Keep it to yourself.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Oh, God.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey. Lennie.

You changed your mind!

Yeah. Uh, you left the door open.

Come on in.

Okay.

I'm not intruding? No, of course you're not.

I was just preparing dinner. Drink?

Yes, please.

Thanks for coming over.

Cheers.

You look stressed. Yeah.

What?

Stuart and I...

We've tried everything.

Therapy. Counseling. Together, separately.

He wants it to work. He really does.

And you?

I know I'm hurting him.

I just don't feel anything anymore.

I hate that. I hate not feeling.

I hate going through the motions.

The only thing I feel is trapped.

(CHUCKLES) I have the worst taste in men!

Thanks.

Oh, no. (BOTH LAUGHING)

No, not you.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Do you know what I fantasize about?

I'm afraid to ask.

Us.

Yeah? Mmm-hmm.

And right after...

the guilt comes roaring in and I feel like such a shit.

Does it make me a bad person...

being married to one man, fantasizing about another?

Confused maybe. Bad? No.

You must think I'm crazy.

If you are, Lennie, you're not the only one.

Oh, Lennie.

I'm sorry. No.

It's me that should be apologizing.

It's not that I don't want to. Believe me.

But until you and Stuart clear up your situation...

I think it would do more harm than good.

For all of us.

(SCOFFS) Why do you have to be so damn honorable?

Believe me, right now, I wish I weren't.

Uh, I'm gonna go. Wait.

Here.

I'm going out of town in a couple of days for a month on a job.

If you ever feel you need to go someplace...

just to be by yourself...

use it.

Thank you.

BERNIE: I put on six pounds of muscle.

Oh, you guys are giving me a hard time.

CASEY: Well, it's not helping your stroke.

BERNIE: You were plus two on the last one.

You? Me?

Did the rest of you get on the green?

SAM: I'm not even on the green.

But seriously, it's money. It would be fun.

I know. I can't go, Sam.

It's a four-man job. We can't do it without you.

I know. But a couple of things have come up...

and I'm not comfortable being away for a month right now.

Kim? It's not Kim.

Man, you gotta let this go. You do.

Lenore's a grown woman. She can take care of herself.

You're not her husband any longer.

But she is my friend.

I think you better talk to somebody about this.

A shrink, maybe.

Why would I go to a shrink when I got you guys?

(SCOFFS) There's a good point.

BERNIE: Can somebody drop the flag stick?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

BRYAN: Hey, Kim. What's up?

You want me to take it out? If you wouldn't mind.

Sure. When?

Okay, baby.

SAM: Okay. The big moment.

BRYAN: That's a good shot. (SAM GASPS)

(ALL EXCLAIM)

This is an unexpected treat.

Yeah, I, um, need some advice.

Okay, shoot.

Um...

I guess it's not something I was really planning on...

or even thought about, ever.

Anyway, I just wanted your advice.

I'm flattered. (CHILDREN SCREAMING)

(WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY) Whoa. (LAUGHS)

Poor lady.

That is going to be serious trouble in a few years.

You mark my words.

What was it you wanted to ask?

KIM: Um...

A puppy.

A puppy? Yeah.

I was thinking about getting a puppy.

From where? Um...

My friend found one behind her building...

and we were trying to find it a home...

we put it on Facebook,

but nobody claimed it yet, so...

You wanna know what I think?

Yeah.

I mean, it's a lot of work.

It's a lot of responsibility.

With your lifestyle

the way it is at the moment, with college.

With a puppy you have to be there

all the time and feed it, walk it.

It's no different than having a kid.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Have you had a chance to look at the menus?

Uh, not yet, Annie.

What will I have?

(DOOR BELL RINGING)

Stuart. Hey, Bryan.

What are you doing here?

Um...

Everything all right?

Yeah. It's fine.

Can I talk to you inside?

Yeah, yeah, sure. I was just making some coffee.

Milk? Sugar?

STUART: Um, both, please.

Okay. Milk, cold or hot?

Uh...

Hot, please.

So, how's business? Oh, you know.

Some days good, some days great.

Yeah.

One sugar or two?

Um...

Two, please.

Here we go. Thanks.

Um...

I'm sorry to bother you this late...

but I thought it was more, um, respectful...

to say what I have to say to you

face-to-face, man-to-man.

So to speak.

I know that Lenore has...

She's spoken to you about the problems that we've been having.

Um...

You're a good guy, Bryan. I like you.

You're a respectful guy.

And, listen, I'm not accusing you of anything.

But Lenore and I...

if our marriage is gonna work... (SCOFFS)

that can't happen with you in between us.

But, Stuart...

there's nothing between Lenore and I,

other than we share Kim.

I didn't say there was.

Obviously...

you share a daughter...

and, uh, you've tried to be the best father that you can,

under the circumstances.

And, uh, part of that

means the two of you talking and staying in touch.

But I still want you to stop seeing my wife.

Until we sort things out.

Does she know you're here?

It doesn't matter if she does, or if she doesn't.

That's not the point.

I'm asking you to stop seeing my wife. Can you do that?

I can do that.

(EXHALES) Wow. That's great.

Thank you.

I gotta go to Vegas tonight.

Some business meeting tomorrow.

I really don't want to be worrying about...

you know. Yeah.

Thank you.

I really appreciate it.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

BRYAN: "Need to see you. Urgent. Bagels."

(BEEPS)

Uh, four bagels and some cream cheese, please.

Okay.

Be careful. They're really hot. Thanks.

Have a good day. Thanks. Take care.

BRYAN: Hello?

Lennie? (SCRAPING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Lennie?

Lennie?

Lennie.

Jesus, God.

Lennie? Wake up!

Come on, come on!

Lennie! Freeze! Don't move!

Step away from the knife.

Get your hands up! Sir, back away, now.

I didn't do this.

COP 1: Get your hands up, now!

Slowly.

Get your hands up.

You gotta listen to me. On the floor, now!

Listen to me.

Down on the floor! Listen to me.

Step away from the knife!

COP 1: On your knees. Now!

COP 2: Down!

COP 1: Get your hands up!

Hands up!

Hands up! Higher!

BRYAN: I didn't do this.

(GRUNTS) (COPS GROANING)

COP 3: Shit! Moving in!

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

COP 4: He's there!

(PANTING) (TIRES SCREECHING)

Hey! Hey!

Drop your weapon!

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS) (PANTING)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

(GRUNTS)

COP 5: Oh, he's heading west!

(BARKING)

He's heading north. 22nd street. Back alley.

Stop! (GUNSHOT)

(GRUNTS)

COP 5: Suspect in sight.

(WOMAN GASPING)

COP 4: Go inside. I'm heading back.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

Hey!

Hey! Police!

(GRUNTS) Door's sealed!

- I just saw him inside. - COP 6: Shit!

Clear! Moving in!

COP 4: You see him anywhere?

He disappeared.

God damn it. He's gone.

This is 103. Suspect is gone.

(GRUNTS)

(EXHALES)

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Yeah.

BRYAN: (OVER PHONE) Kim, it's Dad.

Where are you?

I'm at Mom's.

Looking for my yellow sweater.

Are you alone?

Stuart is in Vegas. Why?

I have something to tell you.

Dad?

(SIGHS)

Dad, what's wrong?

Something terrible has happened.

And I want you to hear it from me first.

Your mom...

She's dead.

Someone murdered her...

in my apartment.

It looks like I did it.

I don't know why. I don't know who.

But I'm going to find out.

Listen carefully, Kim.

No matter what anyone says, don't trust them.

No. You hear?

I'll find a way to contact you.

But Dad...

Try to be strong.

Dad? I love you.

Wait.

(DIAL TONE HUMMING)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

Sergeant Dotzler, suspect's name is Bryan Mills.

His? His.

Not his.

The officers arrived on the scene because...?

Anonymous call came in,

reported a woman screaming...

"He's killing me. He's killing me."

Her name is Lenore St. John.

We sent a car to her address. It was listed on her license.

Her daughter was there, but her husband was in Las Vegas on business.

He's, uh, taking the first flight home.

Any witnesses? We're canvassing now.

Call came from an unlisted number.

We're checking out the cells as well.

Download both of the phones, correlate the data.

I want to know when these two people...

spoke, texted, emailed.

Every form of communication.

Dates, times...

duration of calls.

DOTZLER: Let's bag this.

OFFICER: Detective, bag that.

What's wrong?

Good.

FEMALE REPORTER: Right now, this is still a very active crime scene.

Investigators have been here on the scene

all morning, but so far...

police have not told us what happened inside the apartment...

where earlier this morning...

a woman's body was discovered.

Bryan Mills is the owner of the apartment...

and the ex-husband of the deceased. (CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

- Who's this? - BRYAN: It's me.

You're on the news.

I didn't do it, Sam.

Obviously, you didn't do it. Are you all right?

I'm going down the rabbit hole. The code still the same?

Yeah. It's still the same.

I'll be in touch. Be careful.

So, this is the area we lost him, sir.

The guy vanished.

Uh, that's the gun that he took, uh, off

one of our officers, sir.

He had a gun, and he didn't fire at you?

No, sir.

(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

And the helicopters...

saw nothing?

Choppers didn't see anything, sir. No.

I know he's good...

but...

vanishing into thin air?

Let's move the truck.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(SWITCH CLICKS)

(EXHALES)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

Do you know why your wife went to visit Mr. Mills?

No, I don't know.

Their relationship

was mostly centered around their daughter.

Um, but I think...

he wanted more than friendship.

I asked her to speak to him...

and tell him that he should stop bothering her about it.

So you think that's what she was doing over there?

(SNIFFLING) I don't know.

What are you doing?

Stuart, why are they going through all of Mom's stuff?

Hey, Kim.

Miss St. John, Frank Dotzler.

Mills. My name is Mills.

Sorry for all the chaos.

We're just looking around

to see if we can find something to help us.

I know what you're looking for.

I would just really like

them out of her bedroom for a few minutes.

Garcia, let's vacate the bedroom.

Everybody out of the bedroom.

Thank you.

If I could just have a few minutes

of your time. Ask you a few questions.

Why aren't you out there trying to find out who did this...

instead of just standing around, going through our home?

We have people out there looking.

But in order for me to get a full picture...

I have to ask questions of him.

I have to ask questions of you.

My mom went to see my dad. I don't know why.

Probably to talk about me.

Look, there's just...

(SOBBING)

He didn't do it.

He just didn't. He didn't do it.

There's no way on earth he would lay a hand on her.

Just, don't.

He loved her.

That's all I know.

Please.

That's mine. That's not even hers.

Excuse me.

(SIGHS)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

(SOBBING)

(GASPS)

(SOBBING) I'm sorry.

Oh, God.

Come on, let's get you home.

If something comes to mind, anything at all...

it might not be anything.

Um, you know what happened in Paris

and Istanbul a couple years ago...

where Bryan saved his family.

Sure. You think that's connected to this?

I never really wanted to know all the details...

but a lot of people ended up dead and now this.

So what you're telling me is...

I'm dealing with a very dangerous man.

No.

No. Bryan's not dangerous.

The world he lives in is.

He loves his family...

but he has a lot of enemies.

I see.

(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)

FEMALE DOCTOR: Bring him into Room Three.

DOTZLER: Garcia will, uh, get you back home.

Thank you.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

DOTZLER: This guy's a ghost.

At 21, he's in the army.

At 23, he joins Special Forces.

Then he's gone.

No service record.

No discharge.

Nothing. Nothing.

Sounds like spy shit to me.

Until we have another suspect, he's our man.

So here's our best way of finding him.

His daughter with the deceased.

Her husband says that he's really close to her.

Devoted to her.

So let's keep a close watch on her.

Where she goes,

who she calls, who she talks to.

Let's not screw this up, okay?

So, this is gonna be our best shot...

at finding him.

Do we have the deceased's car?

Yeah, that just came in. They have his, too.

All right. Garcia, Smith.

Let's do a full sweep of the car.

GPS downloaded, see where he went and when.

See if they correlate.

See if we can find out what's going on.

Just came in, his and hers.

Let's go, then.

Follow me.

IMPOUND TECHNICIAN: So, what's this about?

GARCIA: Some guy offed his ex.

SMITH: Allegedly.

Right. Allegedly.

He didn't do her in the car, did he?

No, in his house.

IMPOUND TECHNICIAN: Good. I hate going in those after.

Blood. Pieces of flesh and shit.

It's disgusting.

Which GPS you want done first?

His, then hers.

IMPOUND TECHNICIAN: Right over here.

What the hell were you doing

all the way out there, Lenore?

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Excuse me.

Inspector Mallory, LAPD.

We're following up on a missing persons investigation.

I was wondering if you'd seen this woman.

Nope.

She was here about 10 p.m. last night.

I was here then.

I didn't see her. I didn't see hardly nobody.

Not exactly a bustling destination, if you know what I mean.

MAN: Hey, Sally.

WAITRESS: Excuse me.

Duty calls.

WAITRESS: Amanda?

Excuse me.

Inspector Mallory, LAPD.

Are these security cameras operative...

or are they just there for show?

Yeah, they work.

Follow me.

You have the tape from yesterday?

I wasn't here. The other guy was.

But if someone was here, it will be on there.

Just push that button for the playback.

I'm just gonna stay here while you look at that.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

You have problems with this system?

MAN: Breaks down sometimes.

They keep saying they're gonna replace it.

GARCIA: Excuse me.

Have you seen this woman?

(SCOFFS)

You fellas should get more coordinated.

Coordinated? What do you mean? Like, color-coordinated?

No, like, one of your guys

was just in here asking the same thing.

One of our guys? Yeah.

Him? Yeah. Him.

Took off to the gas station.

Shh.

(CLATTERING)

Freeze!

Mr. Mills?

Freeze!

- GARCIA: Step out, buddy. - SMITH: Get out of the room.

GARCIA: Freeze!

Stop what you're doing, Mr. Mills!

Step away from the desk!

SMITH: Back away from the desk, sir.

Step away from that desk, or I'll shoot you!

SMITH: Back away from the goddamn desk!

Now!

Step away one step from the desk.

Just keep your hands where we can see them.

Stay perfectly still.

(HANDCUFFS RATTLING)

SMITH: You know the drill.

Anything you say can and will be

used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney...

to have one present during questioning.

(CONTINUES TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(PHONE RINGS)

Brooks. All right.

BROOKS: Garcia and Smith.

They got him.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Garcia. Yeah, just picked him up.

Easy-peasy.

If he's a pro like you said...

he wasn't on his game today.

He's playing you! What are you talking about?

Where is he? Where is he?

He's back in Phillips' car. Why?

Stop the cars! What?

Stop the cars!

Now!

SMITH: Oh, come on!

Phillips. Yeah?

GARCIA: (OVER RADIO) Our boss has got a hair

up his ass about something.

Just keep an eye on this guy, all right?

Yeah, okay.

- JOHNSON: They think we're idiots. - PHILLIPS: It's unbelievable.

He acts like I've never done this before.

He's just being Dotzler.

You know what it is? He's a control freak.

If he's not doing it himself, he's not happy.

(GRUNTS) (GROANS)

(GROANING)

(YELLS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Keep driving!

Phillips!

Come on.

What the hell is he doing?

(HONKING)

Pull it over!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Back it up!

Get out of the car!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Drive!

Stop the car.

Come on, move.

Radio.

Cell phone.

This is gonna end bad for you.

Don't be such a pessimist.

FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE: Connecting to LAPD protected files.

PILOT: (OVER RADIO) All units, code 10-29

on a police car number 706.

Number 706.

OFFICER: Suspect in sight.

(SIREN WAILING)

Here, here!

(COPS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Send some backup, now!

(GROANING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(BEEPS)

Dotzler.

By now, I'm sure you know who I am.

You know what I'm capable of.

I am beginning to.

Let me ask you something, just so I'm clear.

CIA operative?

Division 6? Division 7? What?

All you have to know is I'm innocent.

Give me two days, I can prove it.

I can find out who did it.

You may very well be innocent, Mr. Mills.

But that's the court's job to decide, it's not mine.

My job...

is to bring you in and let the law take its course, that's it.

Good luck. (BEEPS)

I got a GPS on the phone. He's heading north.

You want me to send units?

Don't bother. He's gone.

It's a dead end. Wait, wait.

Why does he want us to have this?

He fucked up. This guy doesn't fuck up.

He wants us to watch it.

GARCIA: Why?

I don't know yet.

Who is she waiting for?

Who are these guys?

Holy shit! Who are these guys?

Give me our tech guy.

I need some magic done on a security tape.

Now. Right now.

SAM: Hey, let me guess.

Pileup on the 710 North.

Massive clusterfuck of police vehicles...

15 miles headed south.

Sounds about right.

Hey, thanks, Sam.

You want to tell me what's going on?

Lenore sent me a text.

Asked to come over to my place for bagels.

I got the bagels.

When I came back, I found her car out front.

Um...

She was in my bed with her throat slashed.

Oh, Jesus.

What else?

I found a location on her car's GPS

from the night before.

She was out at this gas station in the middle of nowhere.

I saw it on a security camera.

She was snatched.

What do you want us to do?

I downloaded all her phone records

from the police files. And mine.

Maybe there's something there.

I need analysis of this.

Her hair.

Might turn up something, might turn up nothing.

Anything else?

I want to go to the funeral.

PASTOR: The Bible constantly tells us...

that there will be difficult times in life...

when we feel like we are walking...

through a dark, dangerous valley.

Valley of the shadow of death.

But what the word of God does make very clear...

is that, as we move through such times...

"the Lord is my shepherd.

"He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.

(OVER SPEAKER) "He leadeth me beside still waters. "

In the name of the Father...

and of the Son...

and of the Holy Spirit.

CASEY: Are you holding up?

- Right there. - MAN: Mmm-hmm.

Get me sound on that. Right there.

Kim, I'm so sorry.

If there's anything we can do...

Hey.

BERNIE: We're there for you.

- You know that, right? - KIM: Mmm-hmm.

Hey, baby. Hey.

KIM: I just want to go home.

(JIMY SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY) (STATIC)

You hear that?

You hear that click?

Yeah. We're getting some interference somewhere.

(SOBBING)

(BEEPING)

There it goes again.

KIM: Hey. Hi.

Oh, sweetie.

They're jamming our signal.

I know. I know.

I'm so, so sorry.

Listen.

He'll be in touch.

Just stick to your schedule.

Your very predictable schedule.

You want me to put a tail on them?

No, it's a waste of time. It'd be a waste of our money.

These guys could lose a tail

if it was attached to a dog.

We're done.

Cut the feed.

Stuart, why are there still...

Why are there still cops camped outside?

Uh, I think it's standard operating procedure.

They think my dad's going to show up here? Are they stupid or something?

I don't know what they think.

Inspector Dotzler asked if we minded and I said no.

You should have asked me. I mind.

I'm sorry.

And who's he?

STUART: Well, um...

We need protection.

Kim, honey,

I know it's hard on you, but it's hard on me, too.

I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was a competition.

(CHUCKLES)

It's not a competition.

Please, don't hate me.

I'm not responsible for what happened.

I don't hate you, Stuart.

But for the last two years...

every time I looked into my mom's eyes...

the only thing I saw was hurt and sadness.

And for that...

I do hold you responsible.

Where are you going? School.

If I'm allowed.

(DOOR CLOSES) (SIGHS)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

(DISTORTED MUSIC)

I got you, baby. I got you.

Hmm.

Why are you following me?

It's for your own protection, miss.

Protection? From who?

My father?

You really think my father would hurt me?

Your mother probably didn't think so either.

Asshole.

(CHUCKLES)

(BELL DINGS)

- Hey. - MAN: Hey.

Anything?

GARCIA: She's on campus. You want me to follow?

Is the bug active?

Yes. Okay. Stay there. Listen.

If he shows up, we'll hear it.

What else? She went into this convenience store,

chugged down a drink of some kind...

right from the fridge. All right.

Keep me informed.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

PROFESSOR: As you might remember, last week...

we discussed disassociations...

and interactions between dorsal and ventral streams...

(OVER SPEAKER) in object recognition.

Now, a dominant hypothesis... (SCOFFS)

is that the dorsal stream is supporting

motor interactions with objects.

While ventral stream structures extract

visual information...

about the object that is independent.

(WHISPERING) I'm feeling a little nauseous.

Would you mind taking notes for me?

Yeah, sure. Thanks.

PROFESSOR: Now, in other words, object knowledge

is represented in the ventral stream...

(HUFFS)

Excuse me. I wonder if you could, um, help me out with something?

Sure.

There was a young woman in here...

about an hour ago? Oh, yeah.

Poor kid.

Does she come here often? Every day.

She bought what?

Same thing, a peach yogurt drink.

But today, she drank it all right there from the fridge.

Must have been thirsty.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

You got anything?

GARCIA: (OVER PHONE) Yeah, she went to school. Got nauseous in class.

Now she's on her way to the bathroom.

Call for back-up.

I'm coming right now.

(SIREN WAILING) (TIRES SCREECHING)

(GASPS)

Shh!

(TOILET FLUSHES) (STATIC)

Shh.

Here, Kim. Drink this.

I put something in the yogurt to make you nauseous.

This will take it away.

Hi, baby.

Hi.

Oh, Kim. Kim. (SOBBING)

Oh, Kim.

Daddy. I don't know what to do.

I'm pregnant.

What?

I'm pregnant.

Dad?

I'm okay.

I have low blood sugar.

I haven't eaten since yesterday.

Um...

Eat this.

Don't you worry.

Let's get through this first and then...

we'll figure out what's best for...

What you have to do is act natural.

This cop is really smart.

Anything out of the usual...

he'll become suspicious. Okay?

I love you.

I love you, too.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

(LINE RINGING)

GARCIA: (OVER PHONE) Yes. Where are you?

I'm in the science building. East wing.

She's in the bathroom.

Don't move. Wait for me.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

Where are you staying?

I'm still at Mom's.

I started packing her stuff.

It doesn't feel real.

Oh, I know.

I know.

(GIRL LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Dad, there's...

Stuart's been acting really weird.

He must be scared about something.

He hired bodyguards.

(DOOR OPENS) (EMS LAUGHING)

GIRL 1: Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

It was so much fun. But you know what?

- He was such a jerk. - GIRL 1: Really?

GIRL 2: He made me pay for my own drink at the bar.

I was wearing something more skimpy than this.

More skimpy than that? I don't know what was happening.

GIRL 1: Maybe he's blind. I don't know.

GIRL 2: I don't know.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

GIRL 2: He is such a jerk.

I'm not gonna do it again, though.

GIRL 1: No, it's cool, I've seen him.

I completely understand.

GIRL 2: He's hot, right?

(SIGHS)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

- GIRL 2: Go, go, go! - GIRL 1: I'm going!

GIRL 2: Go, go, go.

(GRUNTS) What the...?

Excuse me?

Perv!

He just left.

She's in the can.

I can't let you leave.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

Seal all the areas.

Hey!

(GROANS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

There he is.

Down the south corridor!

Freeze!

(FIRE ALARM RINGING)

(STUDENTS CLAMORING)

Go, go, go!

(STUDENTS SCREAMING)

(MAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)

Move!

MAN 1: Just move! Come on!

MAN 2: This way! Move, move!

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(SIREN WAILING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

I know you think you're helping him...

but you're not.

You're not.

Unless we get him to come in...

I can't start trying to make sense of what happened.

Someone killed my mom.

That's what happened.

It was not my father.

Without hearing his side of the story,

they can't know that, can they?

I do.

Is there anything else?

You know we can arrest you

for obstructing an ongoing investigation?

Arrest me.

Rather not.

Well, then, if you're not going to,

can I go home?

Of course. Of course.

Thank you.

Interesting family.

MALANKOV: (OVERPHONE) Don't worry,

we will take care of this. Do as we planned.

Call the car.

BODYGUARD: Where are we going, boss?

STUART: The Malibu house.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

(GRUNTS)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Okay, let's go get drunk.

(WHISTLING TUNE) (MUSIC PLAYING OVER STEREO)

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I need a ride. Mind if I drive?

Okay.

What's your name?

Mike.

I'm Bryan. You have kids, Mike?

Yeah, two. Uh-huh.

How old? Owen is three, and Tori is seven.

Great age.

A piece of advice. Don't miss a day of it.

Before you know it, they'll be having kids of their own.

Know what I mean?

BRYAN: Thanks, Mike.

Uh-huh. You know, if you stand in a field

with a book of matches...

you can have hundreds of rabbits in seconds...

like this.

You know how? No.

(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(LAUGHING)

Come in, all rabbits.

Come in, all rabbits. You like this?

(GROANS)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GUN CLICKING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(YELLS) (GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS) (YELLS)

Who hired you?

(PANTING)

Huh?

(BRYAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Who are you working for?

(SCOFFS) Your accent is shit!

Who are you working for?

I'd rather die than tell you.

Scumbag!

(GUNSHOT) (SCREAMS)

(EXHALES)

Boss? They're at the gate.

Let them in.

Oh, and take a stroll.

I need a little privacy.

(DOOR BUZZES)

(MAN GRUNTS) (THUDDING)

Many?

Many?

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(STRAINING)

(GROANS)

(WHIMPERING)

(GRUNTS)

Oh! (GRUNTS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(WATER SPLASHING)

Bryan?

(MUFFLED SCREAMS)

(SPUTTERING)

(COUGHING)

None of this is making sense to me, Stuart.

I was hoping you could help me out.

How did you...

Survive the crash?

The Russians who were following me when I was following you...

do they work for you, Stuart?

(STAMMERS) No. I don't know what you're talking about.

What do you know?

The only thing I know is that you were fucking my wife.

And I know that she's dead!

No, no, no!

(MUFFLED SCREAMS)

(GASPING)

(COUGHING)

What do you know?

I don't know anything.

I swear. I don't know anything.

If I believed that, we wouldn't be here.

No! No! No!

(MUFFLED SCREAMS)

(MUFFLED) Malankov, Malankov, Malankov!

What?

(SPUTTERING) Malankov.

Oleg Malankov.

Who is Oleg Malankov?

I owe him money.

You don't know him.

He'll never give up. It's only a game for him.

I lost everything. He said he'd kill my family.

Why didn't you tell this to the police?

You let them think it was me.

I was angry with you.

God damn it, you promised!

You promised to stop seeing her!

So what do you think happened?

She came over to my place.

This Malankov followed her there?

If you weren't seeing her behind my back...

she wouldn't have been there in the first place, would she?

They would have killed her someplace else.

So why are they coming after me?

Because I told them who you were.

That you would find them and kill them.

How convenient would that be for you?

I kill them, your debt is cancelled.

(SOBBING) I'm sorry, Bryan.

But I loved her. You gotta believe me.

I loved her! I loved her!

Here's what you're gonna do.

You're gonna go to the police and tell them everything.

I can't.

I can't. He's crazy. You don't know him.

You can do whatever the hell you want. Either way...

I'm a dead man.

I'm dead.

They kill you, they don't get paid.

You're not the one they're gonna come after next.

Kim.

(SIGHS)

SAM: Hey.

Can I get your keys, please?

Do you know what you're getting yourself into, man?

Yeah. As a matter of fact, I do.

Could I get your keys and your phone, please?

BERNIE: You mind putting your hands on the steering wheel?

(SCOFFS) Or what? What are you gonna do? Shoot me?

(GUN COCKS)

Left or right?

Go ahead, put the cuffs on.

(SIGHS)

Thank you very much.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(GRUNTS) (GROANS)

(CLAN KING)

(GRUNTS) (MUGS CLATTERING)

(CREAKING)

Dad!

Let's go, Kim.

What's going on?

We're keeping you safe.

KIM: Sam?

Hey, Kim. We're gonna get in the truck.

CASEY: Hi, Kim.

Let's go.

DOTZLER: Bernard Harris.

He's a trained sniper.

Left the army at 24.

Nothing, nothing after that.

Nothing until he registers as one of three founders

of something called Private Securities International.

The other two being, Casey Mark,

Navy SEAL, eight years' service.

"Explosives expert." It's right there.

Next time we hear from him, he's 45

and Senior Vice President

of Private Securities International.

Sam Grossman, communications expert,

a wizard,

And he's the COO of Private Securities International.

Now, our primary person of interest...

Bryan Mills.

Is listed as an "employee" of Private...

You get the picture.

(SIGHS)

These are very serious people.

If you don't bring your A-game,

they're gonna run around you, through you, under you.

I need it to stop right now.

There's one more thing. This.

The Russian, he killed himself.

Probably because he didn't wanna give up the information

that Mills was asking him for.

Because obviously, he's not trying to kill you.

Obviously, he's not trying to kill anybody.

He's only trying to get information.

He's only trying to figure this out, just like we are.

Except for the fact that he is a step ahead of us.

I'd like to know the relationship between the Russians

and the wife's murder.

One of these four people, they know something about it.

They know the answer.

I need you guys to find them.

I need you to bring them in.

BRYAN: Anything yet? SAM: No.

Nothing came up from the samples you gave me.

But this is gonna take a while to sort through.

Bryan, there's a shitload of data here.

STUART: What is that?

I downloaded the police computers.

- For what? - BRYAN: The first thing they're gonna look at...

are the phone records to see if there are any clues.

Mine and Lenore's.

What's it gonna tell you,

that you and Lenore spoke to each other?

You know what? Don't worry about it.

We're almost done here anyway.

So, what's the plan?

The plan is to make sure my daughter is safe.

And the only way to do that, so it seems...

is to eliminate the thing that will make her unsafe.

Malankov.

Good one, Stuart.

I'd like to help.

CASEY: Oh, you're gonna help, all right.

Like bait helps to catch a shark.

Excuse me?

BRYAN: Start talking about Malankov.

I want to know every detail.

Who he is, what he does, where he lives...

where he works.

(SIGHS)

Oleg Malankov.

He's as tough as they come.

He served in the Russian Army

when they invaded Afghanistan.

(GRUNTING)

He was Spetsnaz.

It's like our Navy SEALS.

After the collapse of the Soviet Union,

when everyone was grabbing what they could...

there was a real demand

for men with his kind of skills.

He became one of the grabbers.

(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(ALL SCREAMING)

STUART: I met him when I was doing a deal

involving heavy machinery.

Since then, we did business

on a number of different occasions.

Some deals worked out.

(ALL LAUGHING)

I don't have the money. (WHIMPERING)

(PANTING)

Last one didn't.

What?

My mom is dead because of one of your shitty business deals?

No.

Kim, that's not what happened.

Fuck you!

I'll fucking kill you! Kim.

BRYAN: We need him.

We need him.

Call him.

Why?

Because you're gonna set him up for me.

Make the call. Now.

On speaker.

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

Pow.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Stuart. I've missed you.

I have your money.

You have it?

That was fast.

How can I trust you?

You can trust me.

Where do you want me to bring it?

Meet me at the building downtown.

In one hour.

Sure, one hour. (SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Scumbag!

Tell me how his security works.

STUART: Malankov works out of his penthouse apartment.

He has a private elevator with two bodyguards.

Malankov is coming. Send the elevator.

STUART: The elevator is controlled

by security upstairs.

Once they see who's inside the elevator and give the okay...

they will send the elevator up.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

STUART: Outside the elevator, upstairs...

is a security station and three more bodyguards.

Two sets of doors.

Through the second set of doors

is Malankov's private apartment.

SAM: Can you help me out, here?

I got an address but I don't have a name.

I got a back full of perishables.

Go to the first floor and ask for the desk.

First floor. Thank you so much.

You're welcome.

Hello, sir.

STUART: I'm here to see Oleg Malankov.

Okay, sir, have a good day.

Thanks.

BRYAN: Get out.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

It's Dotzler.

Answer it. Act normal.

Don't try anything smart.

- Hello? - DOTZLER: Mr. St. John?

Frank Dotzler.

Where are you?

Um, I'm in a business meeting.

Is there anything wrong?

Bryan Mills removed your stepdaughter from your home.

I'm there right now.

STUART: Oh, my God. That's, um...

When are you coming home?

I'm leaving immediately.

It should take me about an hour to get there from where I am.

Where exactly is that? Malibu.

Listen, Inspector, I don't think he means her any harm.

Mr. St. John, this man is the prime suspect

in the murder of your wife.

His associates held guns on my men

in the front of your home.

As far as I'm concerned, he is dangerous

and has to be taken into custody.

So, if you'd like, I can send a car for you,

but I need you somewhere safe.

No, no, no. It's fine.

I'm leaving right now.

I'll be waiting for you.

Get me a location on St. John's phone.

SAM: As soon as he finds out you're not in Malibu,

he'll be headed right here.

I'd say we have

less than 30 minutes to do this before he shows up.

It's enough time for me.

Can you handle this, Kim?

What do I have to do?

Just keep me up to date on what comes up.

Thanks, Sam.

Inspector, the tape you gave us from that gas station...

here are the stills, frame by frame.

GARCIA: Hey.

He lied to you about where he was.

What a surprise. He's downtown.

Let's call out the cavalry.

All right.

DOTZLER: We're out of this location!

We're on the move! Let's go!

They're gone.

Okay. Cops on the move.

Okay. Let's go.

You do exactly as you were told.

Don't improvise.

Try anything funny, and they'll kill you.

And if they don't, I will.

I don't know how many times I can say sorry.

Come here, Kim.

There.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Dotzler.

I found out something you might wanna know.

Matching insurance policies on St. John and his wife.

$12 million. Each.

How about that?

Stuart St. John. Mr. Malankov's expecting me.

MAN: What's in the bag?

We're in.

Okay.

Stuart St. John is clear. Unlock the elevator.

(BEEPS) (ELEVATOR TUNES)

Okay.

Got him.

Go! All right. (GUARD SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

What's going on?

Everything okay?

(MAN 1 SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

MAN 2: Mmm-hmm.

Call the elevator.

(MAN LAUGHING)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) (YELLS)

Get back to the truck.

Bingo.

Right on.

(WOMAN LAUGHING) Mmm.

(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

He's coming up.

Go, go, go.

Showtime. Bingo.

What the hell's going on?

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

(GRUNTS) (GROANS)

(GUNSHOT)

Guys?

(BEEPS)

Go check it out.

(MAN YELLING IN RUSSIAN)

(GROANS) (GRUNTS)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUN CLICKS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(MAN YELLING)

(STRAINING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(MAN GROANS)

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

(PANTING)

Get up.

Get up!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

(PANTING)

Who are you, old man?

You killed my ex-wife.

(SCREAMS)

But you're not gonna kill my daughter.

Your daughter?

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Shit!

We are fucked by the same man.

What are you talking about?

Stuart St. John.

First, he gets me to kill your wife...

then you.

And when that doesn't work...

he pushes you to kill me, no?

Either way, he wins.

Your wife was just part of a business deal...

like many before her.

It is my turn to lose the game.

Finish me!

Finish me.

I deserve it.

Yes.

You do.

Dad?

Listen.

- Dad? - SAM: What is it, Kim?

No! Ahhh!

Sam! Sam!

Kim.

Come on. Let's go.

STUART: Come on. Move. Kim!

(GRUNTS)

Get in the car!

Let's go, come on!

Where are we going?

Get in the car.

(SIREN WAILING)

(FEMALE DISPATCHER TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(BEEPS) (INHALES SHARPLY)

He's still alive. Let's get a medic in here...

SMITH: (OVER RADIO) ASAP! Medic!

Inspector!

SMITH: Yeah? The elevator!

Dotzler, it's Smith.

We're in Malankov's building.

I think, uh, Mills is here. Really?

Yeah. We're gonna check the apartment now.

(SIREN WAILING)

Shit!

Hey! Can you move?

Back it up. Back it up.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

All right, let's go. Everybody in.

Come on! Let's go!

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

This guy's still warm.

We got a good chance he's still in the building.

Call downstairs, lock it up.

Nobody in, nobody out.

COP: Lock it up. Nobody in, nobody out.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

(BEEPS)

(CELL PHONE CHIMES) (BEEPS)

BRYAN: "Text from your phone asking Mom to meet you..."

"at the Rancho Berrego the night she died."

"Someone used your phone?"

(ENGINE REVS)

(COPS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Call Dotzler!

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

WOMAN: (OVER PHONE) Santa Monica Aviation.

This is Mr. St. John.

I'll be there in 15 minutes. Get the plane ready.

It'll be ready.

Why are you doing this?

Because your father and his friends

are homicidal maniacs.

You're a lying piece of shit. Shut up.

You killed her! I know...

You shut up!

Shut up!

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Brooks.

I want the full work-up on a black Porsche,

license plate number 6-8-9-M-J-C-6.

Okay.

Connect me to the Porsche phone and trace it.

All right.

I need a run on a California plate

6-8-9-Mary-Jane-Charlie-6.

I need a phone, too.

(RINGING)

Pick up the phone.

PILOT: Black Porsche's phone position received.

Heading west.

(RINGING) Yes?

Listen, Mr. Mills.

It's Dotzler.

I've started to piece this thing together.

There's two life insurance policies.

One for St. John, one for your ex-wife.

You understand?

Stuart owed money to these Russians.

A lot of it.

The ones who abducted her.

Then they took her to my place

and killed her to keep me out of the way.

I need you to step back...

and allow me to handle this.

I got it.

What's your first priority here, Inspector?

To arrest St. John

and charge him with your ex-wife's murder.

My first priority is my daughter.

Get out of the car.

Come on, let's go.

Go!

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Okay, we're leaving now. Come on, let's go.

PILOT 1: Yes, sir!

PILOT: Approaching Runway Two.

Ready for takeoff.

Come on, guys. Let's go.

PILOT: Requesting permission for takeoff.

HELICOPTER PILOT: We got a visual on the Porsche.

He's heading to Santa Monica airport.

(GPS BEEPING)

I want all units in the area of the Santa Monica airport...

to be on the lookout for a black Porsche.

(PILOTS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

No.

Let's go!

- Come on! - PILOT 1: We don't have enough speed!

Let's go!

STUART: Give me the goddamn gun!

Give me the goddamn gun!

(KIM GRUNTS) I'll shoot you in the head!

Shut up!

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Very smart...

Playing me off against the Russian.

(GROANS)

Coming over for coffee.

Taking my phone, sending texts and then erasing them.

So that your pals...

could plant Lenore's body...

and make it look as if I killed her.

All your problems solved.

All your worries over.

But it didn't quite work out that way.

(PANTING)

STUART: Oh, listen, Bryan.

They're coming.

(LAUGHS)

You can't kill me now.

Oh. Yeah? (GRUNTS)

Dad...

I know you know a lot of people...

and with a good lawyer, you'll get out of jail

in a few years.

And then I'll come for you.

I'll find you.

And we both know what's gonna happen.

(GROANS)

(SIREN WAILING)

(KIM SOBBING)

(BRYAN SIGHS)

DOTZLER: I knew from the beginning.

It was the bagels.

They were warm.

I had to ask myself...

what kind of guy goes out for warm bagels...

and comes back and commits murder?

So, I compared the timestamps to the deleted texts...

that you downloaded from our computers.

Which, by the way, is illegal, and I could arrest you for it.

I could. But it's got me.

And I was able to figure it out.

She was leaving him.

He needed the insurance money to pay Malankov.

You didn't help us out by escaping, you know.

He figured, what better way

to get rid of Malankov and keep the insurance money...

than by getting me

to kill the guy who would kill him...

because it was the only way to keep my daughter safe.

Almost worked.

Almost.

So, are we done, Inspector?

Of course.

Of course we're done.

We're done.

Could you, um,

just stay in town for the next month or so...

just in case I have any other questions for you?

Sure.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(EXHALES)

BRYAN: Now, you two.

I've thought about this all night.

It's a very important choice.

Whatever you decide...

the two of you, together...

I'll support you 100%.

And I know your mom would have said the same thing, too.

Tell him. Dad...

we've been talking.

We thought that...

if it's a girl...

we'd like to name her after mom.

She'd like that very much, Kim.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(SINGING) Hot nights coming.

Keep the car running.

Lavender fingers.

Swallow my pollen.

Gold, I swam into your spell.

On the rite of God we fell.

You were plush and I laid bare.

You had me howling.

Cold, I fell into your skin.

On the night you led me under your sin.

You had me howling.

You had me howling.

Golden siren.

Under-exposing.

Come lay your weakness down.

On the floor in the backseat.

Gold, I swam into your spell.

On the rite of God we fell.

You were plush and I laid bare.

You had me howling.

Cold, I fell into your skin.

On the night you led me under your sin.

You had me howling.

You had me howling.

Ooh, ooh, blush.

Ooh, ooh, blush.

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