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Emily! Charlotte!

- Move over! - What are you doing?

- He's got the girls! - Who does?

Marty, slow down. You're gonna kill us.

- That's him. That's his car. - Who? Whose car?

Marty, you're sick. You need help.

Marty, stop it. Come back.

I'm not gonna hurt you, my babies.

I wouldn't hurt you for anything in the world.

But I can't let you go yet, do you hear me?

Not until we go back and get Mommy.

Now you two stay right here...

And don't move.

You promise?

Okay, let's go. Come on.

Charlotte?

Emily?

Come on out, please. We have to get away.

When the fake daddy finds out you know about me...

he's gonna try to hurt you. I know he is.

Please come out. I'm the real one!

Don't you do it.

Where are you?

Oh, baby, you scared me.

You're here. You didn't go for the police.

I would never do that.

I need your help. The girls are scared of me now.

They're hiding and they won't come out.

They'll come out if you call them.

Marty, the girls are at Vic and Kathy's.

I wish they were. I know I should have left them there

until I had you with me.

Marty, I love you no matter what.

If you love me then you'll help me.

Now please, call the girls.

I don't want them to be scared of me anymore.

Okay.

Charlotte? Emily? Where are you?

It's Mommy.

What if there's two Mommys?

- I don't know. - I don't wanna go.

Come on, Emily.

Whatever happens, I'll be there.

And there's only one me. Okay?

Okay.

- Call again. - Marty, they're not here.

I know how hard all of this is for you to accept.

Now, please, call my girls.

Emily? Charlotte?

Mommy?

- See? - Where are you?

I'm right here, honey.

- Mommy! - What happened?

There's this man and he took us away!

I'm so scared...

Thank God. It's okay, it's okay.

Who is that man in the raincoat? And why does he look exactly like you?

Get away from them!

Get the girls out of here, now.

Oh my god...

- Get the girls out of here. - Go now.

Go, go girls.

Hurry! Move!

I'm calling the cops!

- Marty? - Did you see him?

What are you doing here?

Call Lowbock. Lieutenant Lowbock of the Mission Viejo Police.

That's not Daddy! That's the other one!

- Get away from her! - Girls, get back!

- Let me in! - No. Get away!

Let me in, Paige. Please!

- Go away! - Let me in. Stop the car, Paige...

Girls, get down!

Get off!

What happened, Mommy?

There's Daddy. Go get him!

Hold on girls. Stay down.

- We have to get out of here. - No, we have to find him.

No, they'll arrest you this time. They'll arrest both of us.

Girls, stay down.

- Who is he? - What is he?

Where did he come from, Daddy?

I don't know, baby. I don't know.

He's the neighborhood celebrity.

I can't say we're close friends or anything.

PTA meetings, barbecues, you know.

- Yeah. - Look at these.

Where were the girls when these shots were fired?

Right around where you're standing.

So... when he fired the gun, he fired more or less

in the direction of the girls? The children?

Was it Marty who fired, or the other man?

I don't know, I was still half asleep at that point.

- I saw who it was... - Joey, shh!

It was the xerox Mr. Stillwater.

- Who? - The xerox Mr. Stillwater... Bang! Bang!

Can he see the backyard from his room?

Yes, but before you get too excited,

ask him where Broderick the giant hamster is.

Joey, where's Broderick the giant hamster?

He's right behind you, and you'd better watch out.

If you step on his tail, he'll wake up.

Well, Joey, I'll make sure I steer clear of him, then, right?

Lieutenant, there's a call patched in from the office.

Excuse me.

It's Stillwater.

- This is Lowbock. - He came after us again...

On Belle Vista near El Serrano.

He's wearing a black raincoat. And this time, we have a witness.

A man who lives near there saw him.

The man who lives there saw you and an unidentified assailant.

What, have you dragged one of your friends into this?

Come on, Marty. If you turn yourself in now...

you could save yourself and your family a ton of trouble.

Have you run tests on the blood you found at the house?

Yep. 100 percent human blood.

And there's only one set of prints on all the guns.

Yours.

I told you that he was identical.

Even twins don't have the same fingerprints.

I'll have a warrant for your arrest within the hour.

- What are we gonna do? - Exactly what he said. Turn myself in.

- No. - Yes.

Get a lawyer. Figure this thing out.

But I don't trust him to protect you.

I need to know that you and the girls are safe.

Which means my mom and dad.

James and Alice here. Leave a message so we can call you back.

Where are you guys? Call me, okay?

Maybe they went up to the cabin.

Has your dad put in a phone out there?

It'll be a cold day in hell when my dad puts a phone in that cabin.

Here they come.

Senator... Grace. What can I do for you?

Look at the article that begins on page 66.

- What is this? - Just look at it, Drew.

Is this a joke?

- We wish. - We went into the hospital records.

On October 17th, 1989, Martin Stillwater gave a blood sample.

At the Good Samaritan Hospital in Tustin, California.

A $200 million top secret contract?

A joint venture of the world's leading genetic research institution...

and the United States Department of Defense...

and you took the wrong test tube?

You know John Waxhill, don't you?

- Hi, John. - Hello, Drew.

To fill you in, Stillwater was attacked at his home yesterday afternoon.

He told the police the attacker was a lost identical twin

with superhuman powers, who took two bullets to the chest

and then drove away in an Infiniti.

So far the police think Stillwater is either a publicity hound or a crackpot.

- So far. - We will find Alfie. However...

If he found Stillwater, he'll find him again.

Of course, except that Stillwater's gone.

Smoke, along with his whole family.

We do have one lead to go on.

His parents live in Mammoth Lakes, California.

They have a house in town and a cabin in the woods.

Both of which you'll find on this map.

Of course, we're hoping to get Alfie back on line,

pack him straight off to Miami.

But how much did he tell Stillwater?

What if the whole family knows now, even the children?

If this were to lead to some kind of a leak...

He didn't tell them anything. Alfie has no short-term memory

beyond the orders that he is given directly.

- Are you certain of that? - He doesn't know anything...

he didn't say anything.

The police already think that Stillwater's insane.

If he does something really colossally insane

and right out of one of his books,

it's only gonna make them think they were right all along.

"Gavin locked all the doors...

Man kills wife, children... then gets dragged to jail.

That, Gavin Charles Lumbacher was not prepared for.

But, man kills wife, children, and then self..."

"That was a headline he would be happy for the city wake up to."

Sounds brilliant to me.

Drew, it would be terrible to lose the Miami opportunity.

It could set us back years trying to find another way to do this.

But if Alfie can't be controlled, he'll have to be destroyed.

I will find Alfie, and I'll get him back on track.

Destroying Alfie is not an option.

Alfie's a person, he's made of flesh and bone, and he's mine.

You're not gonna hurt him. You wanna hurt me, take your shot.

But you're not gonna hurt Alfie.

Good night.

Emily: Did Santa come down the chimney yet?

Christmas is three weeks away, sweetheart.

Not that Santa, the bad Santa. The one in the story.

Is there storytime in motels?

Daddy can't read to us tonight, Emily. The book's at home.

That's what you think.

- That's what you think! - You brought it.

- Everybody wanna hear some more? - Yeah.

"The reindeer land on the roof. Very sneaky...

Oh, but this Santa is fearfully freaky.

He whispers a warning to each of the deer...

Leaning in close to make sure they hear.

You all have relatives back at the pole..."

What is it?

Nothing. I'm okay.

"You all have relatives back at the pole..."

- He's inside of my head. - What?

He knows where I am, that's how he found me.

Fight it. Block him out.

"Each one a gentle, antlered soul.

So if you fly away while I'm inside...

Back to the pole on a plane I will ride.

I'll have a picnic in the midnight sun...

Reindeer tamales, reindeer on a bun...

Reindeer salad and hot reindeer soup,

all sorts of delicious reindeer goop.

He goes to the chimney and looks down the bricks...

but that way in, is strictly for hicks."

It's working. He's gone. I can block him.

(shouting)

In Mammoth Lakes...

James and Alice Stillwater on Lone Pine Lane, number 199.

(phone ringing)

Hello? Hello...?

Mom?

Hello, darling. Is everything all right?

Everything's great. Am I there?

- What? - Nothing. I wanna come home.

Come on up. Just make sure the darlings have their woolen undies.

They say we're in for some wicked cold.

- I have to come alone. - The girls are in school, aren't they?

Need to get a little writing done?

I have to get off the phone now. I love you, Mom.

I love you too, Marty.

No matter what?

- Darling, what is it? - I'm fine.

I can't wait to see you.

Mom.

The lab is pretty sure that the blood in the rug is Stillwater's.

What kind of nutcase would store up two quarts of his own blood?

I'm calling in the state police and I'm gonna recommend

that they treat this as a hostage situation.

What? Shoot first and study the evidence later?

There's a woman and two children in danger here.

You think about those two children, and then you tell me...

Is this the kinda guy you wanna give the benefit of the doubt to?

Yes.

What do you have back there?

Nothing.

Hey, who're you talkin' to here?

Excuse me.

What are you, his biggest fan?

What're you gonna do...

trap him in a house in the snow and saw his feet off?

I don't know about the house in the snow part,

but I'm a pretty big fan.

Signed.

Look, I know a lot about him. He's been married to his wife

since the week after they graduated from high school.

He's got wonderful parents that are like his best friends.

All he cares about is his family. He did not fire at his little girls.

Please, don't send out some shoot-to-kill posse

until we talk to him again.

"The twine dug red ditches in his daughter's wrist...

as Gavin cinched it hard around the table's oak leg.

Sheila screamed, but what was the chance of anyone hearing her

through the duct tape Gavin had wrapped seven times

around her head? One time for each year of their marriage."

Everything in me says to call the state police.

And that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

They got special swat teams just for this kinda thing.

(ringing)

- Del Rio, here. - Is Lowbock with you?

Yeah, Chief, I'm right here.

You're not gonna like this...

The FBI's putting a man on your Stillwater team. Kidnapping issues.

Celebrity, possibility of some weirdos crawling out of the woodwork...

Look, Chief, I don't need any Federal...

Save your breath. It came from way over my head...

so you can imagine how far it is over yours.

Lord, almighty... And when is this gonna happen?

Right now, sir.

Jason Reiling. I have strict orders to stay out of your way, Lieutenant.

Just think of me as a magic force field

between you and the tabloids.

(dialing cell phone)

James and Alice here. Leave a message so we can call you back.

Honey, they must have gone to the cabin.

Why don't you check your voice mail at our house?

(phone ringing)

Where are you, Marty? I just talked to you ten seconds ago...

Listen, sweetheart, I forgot to tell you

we're going to be up at the cabin tomorrow.

And don't you try and tell me nothing's wrong

because I know when something's wrong with my son.

We love you, Marty. Drive safely, okay?

What? What is it?

He called my parents. He knows where they are.

Where's that detective's phone number? Quick!

Lieutenant Lowbock's office.

This is Marty Stillwater. I need to speak with Lieutenant Lowbock please.

They're not paying you enough to get cable?

Lieutenant Lowbock's not available right now...

but I'll connect you with his superior.

Yes...

Patch him through.

Where are you, Mr. Stillwater?

That doesn't matter. My parents are in danger.

I've been trying to reach them and I can't.

Whether you believe me or not, please...

I need to send some kind of protection up to their cabin.

It's 5060 Rural Route 10, outside of Mammoth.

I'll send someone up there immediately.

You may be glad to know we've received information

which we think validates your story, but we need to see you.

Where are you, Marty?

What the hell is this? Some kind of a deal?

You won't protect my parents unless I turn myself in?

The order to check on your parents has already gone out.

I just wanna sit down and talk this out.

Compare what you're telling us to what we've turned up.

We don't need to do that in person. We can do it right now.

What have you turned up?

I'm not comfortable doing that on the phone.

That makes two of us!

He hung up.

We need to flush him out of the bush.

Can we get something in the papers out there?

It's already taken care of.

Good morning, sir.

- Mr. Oslett... - Good morning, Dr. Roget...

Roget: I wish that you had called first.

Oslett: Yes, I'll bet you do.

My son told me everything that was going on here...

I would like to find out all I can about it.

Now, if you would be so kind as to help me

gather all of the records of the Triple W project,

I'd be most appreciative.

I wish that your son were here, Mr. Oslett...

but I'm not allowed to show anything to anyone.

Doctor, everything you do here...

Everything you've ever done here...

Is the property of Oslett Industries.

Now, where do we start?

What about school, Daddy?

You don't need to go to school today, sweetheart.

But I have a Social Studies test, and I studied really hard for it.

Mr. Huffman will give you a make up.

I might forget by then.

Impossible. Not someone as smart as you.

Daddy, look!

"Mystery Writer Linked to Deaths.

The car found near the scene of Stillwater's last appearance

had been stolen yesterday from a Fort Worth parking lot.

Preliminary tests match Stillwater's fingerprints

to prints found at the scene of the heinous murder."

Who is doing this?

Let's go.

Morning.

I'd like to make a withdrawal, please.

I'll have to get that approved.

Fine. But we are in a hurry. Thanks.

For that large of an amount I'm going to have your home branch

fax us your signature.

If you could sign this, so I can get a match?

Thank you.

He's inside my head again.

- Block it. - I can't.

It's too hard. He's too close.

What's taking so long?

Mr. Stillwater? Oh, my god.

Mom, Mom! Come here, quick! You are gonna absolutely die!

Oh, I'm Lucy De Vrees. It's an absolute pleasure to meet you.

What in god's name are you doing here in Lancaster?

It's a long story. But you'll all read about it very soon.

I was having terrible writer's block for a while...

but that's all over now... Because the plot of my new book

is writing itself this very second.

What's it gonna be called?

I'm thinking of calling it, "The Man Entered the Room."

Would it be a terrible imposition

to ask you to sign a few copies of "Crimes of Passion"?

2,100... 2,200...

You don't have to count it.

No, Mr. Stillwater. I do. I absolutely do.

2,400... 2,500...

How do I spell that?

E-L-A-l-N-E.

"To Elaine, my dear friend in Lancaster."

You know, when my husband died...

I don't know how I'd have gotten through it without your books.

They kept me alive. I swear they did.

...and 10,000. - Wonderful. Thanks.

Would you like a security guard to walk you to your car?

No, thank you very much. Have a good day.

He's wanted, in Los Angeles... by the police... by the police!

Chapter seven is happening right now.

James, get in here right now...

they're talking about Marty on the radio.

"...last seen at the bank, from which he withdrew $10,000 in cash.

Neighbors of the well-known mystery writer expressed surprise,

even shock at the police's allegations of bizarre behavior,

and possible involvement in a Texas killing."

Marty's never been in Texas in his life.

He'll be here soon. He'll explain everything.

But it said he disappeared last night.

What if he never got my message? He won't know we're here,

he'll think we're in town.

You lock up. I'll get the truck.

(cell phone rings)

Why does he look exactly like the writer?

Dad...

Now, how would you have any idea what he looks like?

- I've been to the lab. - Really?

I thought you weren't interested in what we were doing here.

- Now, suddenly, you're interested? - How did this happen?

You know, you're going to have to decide

whether you're with us or against us.

Gotta make a choice, and you've gotta make it soon.

(dial tone)

Just picked up a weird police report on the uplink.

Stillwater showed up in a bookstore and/or a bank in Lancaster...

and then took off in the family Yukon, and/or a chromed-up red motorcycle.

Lancaster...

So he's definitely on his way to Mammoth...

and we're not far behind.

(doorbell rings)

Oh, Marty!

Son, what's happened?

Where's Paige? Where are the girls?

Are they all right?

I think they're still okay.

Mom, Dad, you have to help us. We're in trouble.

There's a man. He looks just like me.

Exactly like me.

Even I can't tell the difference.

Paige and the girls think it's me but it's not.

He's stolen my life.

I don't know who he is, or how he's fooling Paige...

he's stolen my memory. And left me with nothing.

I can't figure out how he's managed to take all this away from me

and leave me so empty.

Marty, perhaps you should go back to the beginning...

and tell us exactly what's happened. Step by step.

We don't have time.

Paige and the girls are on their way over here right now with him.

Now please, I need your help.

We have to kill him so I can get my family back before it's too late.

It'll be okay, Mom.

We're a family.

We can handle it.

That's right. You're not alone, Marty.

We're always here for you, son. You know that.

We'll get you whatever help you need.

And if Paige is coming, like you says she is...

we'll sit down together when she gets here.

We'll talk this out...

and we'll try to understand what's happening.

I already explained to you what's happening.

Marty, we can't help you if you won't let us!

Marty, please. Please...

(phone rings)

Let it go...

Son, you have to understand how hard it is for us to...

Marty: Hey, if you guys are there, pick up.

All right, look...

There's a lot of crazy stuff going on right now, so...

I asked the police to come up there and check on you.

So don't freak out when they get there.

If you get this message, we're about halfway to the cabin.

We're gonna take the Red Gap Cutoff.

If you're not there when we get there, we'll wait for you.

(beeps)

That's him. He's the fake.

How did you do that? Is that a recording?

Oh... baby...

You don't believe me...?

My real parents would've believed me.

That must mean that you're fakes. Too.

What have they done to you?

How could he have gotten on a motorcycle with all his kids?

He didn't have any kids with him.

I'm telling ya, Officer, he drove away on a motorcycle.

Are you saying I'm lying to the police?

It was a, you know, a four-wheel drive thing.

An Explorer, or something. And his wife and his kids were with him.

Did he seem like he was threatening or coercing them in any way?

No, because they weren't with him.

Yes, they were!

And they all did seem a bit quiet and worried.

And what time would you say he came into the bank?

9:00 on the dot, because he was the first customer in the bank.

Oh, now I know he's crazy...

Our front door unlocks on a timer at 9:00...

It was about a minute later that I saw him.

Look at the withdrawal slip... It's him!

Well, what about the book he signed?

The withdrawal slip's him.

I don't get it...

Who signed the book?

The xerox Mr. Stillwater.

Here I come, pumpkin!

No... Daddy...!

Ready? Ready? Now!

Look out... Iook out!

Swing! Oh, she's a natural!

Throw it...

Throw it again, Daddy!

Hi Mommy!

"Trailers for sale or rent...

Rooms to let, fifty cents...

No phones, no food, no pets...

I ain't got no cigarettes..." Now, everybody!

"Two hours of pushin' broom buys an...

eight by twelve four-bit room. I'm a...

man of means, by no means...

King of the Road."

We should go to the house first.

Doesn't that make more sense?

Be Marty for a second, okay?

If the police were chasing you and your picture were in the paper,

would you go someplace where there were a lot of people...

or would you go someplace that was off by itself in the woods?

We're not stopping.

It's just another half an hour to the cabin.

We'll be lucky if we make it another half mile in this thing.

We'll probably just have to put water in the radiator.

You can hide in the men's room.

Do it fast.

Is that gonna do it for you today, sir?

Yeah, that's about it...

Chromed-up red motorcycle, right there.

I see it.

Be at peace, Alfie.

I am at peace, Father.

I am at peace, Father.

Alfie...

Do you know you have taken a decade off of my life? Did you know that?

Okay. Look. Let's get out of here.

If the cops see this face...

they're going to start shooting everybody

and I don't wanna die... believe me...

outside the men's john in Buttsville, California.

Let's go.

Daddy...

Pumpkin.

I wanna get out of here, Daddy. This place gives me the creeps.

Of course we can, pumpkin. Come on.

We'll get out of here as fast as we can.

Have you found Stillwater?

Yes. But I lost him in the city.

How did you find him?

He was in my head.

Exactly. That's exactly how I said it would be!

Remember when we experimented with the genetic implants

with paranormal capabilities, we thought we got nowhere?

We got somewhere. This is it!

Okay, look. As soon as we get rid of Stillwater...

we get Alfie back on line and it'll be as if nothing ever happened.

Drew, I think that may be a slightly optimistic appraisal of the situation.

You lost them in the city, huh? Who taught you to lie, Alfie?

Where does that come from?

Look, we stick with the plan. We'll catch them in Red Gap.

It's a couple of miles from here.

Let's go.

Hello.

They've got Alfie. Everything's under control.

That's good news. Now, keep me posted...

Every second of the way. All right.

Well, is it, or isn't it?

Well, it does seem that the genetic structure of the blood

is incredibly similar to Stillwater...

But there are some unusual differences.

Like what?

This blood coagulates at over ten times the normal rate.

And there even seems to be some evidence

for the capacity for... self-regeneration.

He asked me to protect him, and I treated him like

some kind of psycho looking to sell some books.

You're protecting him now. It's not too late.

We gotta find him. Before he finds himself.

Put a flag on his cell phone. And his credit cards.

And if ether one of them get used, I wanna know about it.

While it's happening.

And maybe we should call off the SWAT team.

This is really quite interesting about the blood, but...

I'd sure like to get a second opinion before we make

any drastic change in plan. Can we get an electronic hook-up

to the Federal lab in Bethesda?

I'd be up for a second opinion.

So Alfie, I'm hoping to have you on an airplane to Miami tonight...

right after we take care of the Stillwaters.

I don't think he's in any condition to go to Miami.

He's gonna be fine.

It's a complicated job because there are multiple targets.

I know that's a first for you, Alfie, but I...

I have every confidence you can do it.

Now, here, take a look at the map of Miami.

I'm hungry.

You really are hungry!

"Trailers for sale or rent...

Rooms to let for fifty cents...

No phones, no food, no pets...

I ain't got no cigarettes...

Two hours of pushin' broom buys an...

eight by twelve four-bit room. I'm a...

man of means, by no means...

King of the Road."

This is good. It's quiet, out of the way.

It's perfect for Gavin Lumbacher.

What exactly happens to old Gavin himself?

He shoots himself in the head.

We can take care of that before we take care of the others.

There's not a medical examiner in the world that would know the difference.

- I need... - You need what, Alfie?

I need my family. I don't want you to do anything to hurt them.

Let's face it, Drew. There's a flaw in the design.

We gotta cut our losses.

Just take it easy.

Alfie, look, I understand that you hurt,

but they're not your real family...

That's just a mistake that you've made. Okay?

Look when this is all over, I'll give you a "forget" command...

and you'll never hurt again, okay?

No!

For crying out loud!

Get out!

Be at peace, Alfie.

That doesn't work anymore.

Look, this is Father talking.

Get out! Now! Move!

Don't shoot. You know, they wanted me to kill you...

and I wouldn't do it.

Alfie... I love you.

Who are you?

Father... I'm your father.

What's your name?

Drew Oslett.

- Like Oslett the chemicals and oil? - Yes.

Now give me the gun. The sooner we get Stillwater out of your head...

the sooner things will be fine.

Why do I have to kill people?

For a better world.

Alfie, if you kill me, it'll never happen.

This is for a future better than anyone could've ever dreamt of.

What future?

The world doesn't have to be the way it is.

There doesn't have to be so much war and suffering.

Think about Hitler.

50 million deaths that he caused.

If someone had had the vision...

if somebody had the guts to assassinate him at the '36 Olympics...

none of those deaths would have ever occurred.

But nobody did.

We... you and I, we can create a real peace in our time...

One country, one continent at a time.

But not if it ends here.

Don't you see?

You're the greatest hero the world has ever known.

You've already stopped three wars before they could start.

The two heads of state that you're gonna assassinate in Miami...

Their corruption has caused a famine that could kill

a half a million people by the turn of the century.

But that's not gonna happen. Because of you.

You're gonna stop that.

That's wonderful. Don't throw this away. Alfie, please.

Who's behind all of this? Who's the boss?

Who's calling the shots?

Look, I don't have time to explain it right now...

But I will. I promise. We have to go together to catch Stillwater

and his family, and stop them...

We have to kill them.

They're going to tell on us and ruin everything.

What's the password to your computer?

Give me the gun and I'll give you the password.

What's the password?

You might as well shoot me...

because if what's on that computer gets out to the public...

we're all dead anyway.

Alfie! Alfie!

Alfie! Alfie!

That's not Alfie. It's Stillwater.

Alfie would have shot you.

No, he wouldn't have. I'm his father.

And he loves me.

Grandma...? Grandpa?

Grandma, Grandpa, we're here!

- Where are they? - We'll find them, sweetheart.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Okay. Put your suitcases in your room.

Well, I think what we all need is a fire in that fireplace...

and a nice family dinner together.

Honey, I think the girls need rest more than food right now.

The thought of cooking or eating...

I really want us to have some dinner.

Come on, Paige. I know we're all tired

but it's really very important to me.

Okay, I'll see what your mom has in the fridge.

Thanks, honey.

Girls, go help Mommy in the kitchen.

Daddy, is he gonna try and get us again?

Whatever he does, I'll be ready for him

so don't worry, honey. Okay?

- Okay. - Gimme a hug.

- Now go help Mommy in the kitchen. - Okay.

Marty made a call on his cell phone from the highway

ten miles north of Mammoth. They're definitely on the way to the cabin.

How fast can you get us a plane?

Excuse me, sir?

"And in the latest development in the bizarre

and now tragic story of the fugitive mystery writer...

Stillwater's parents have been found murdered

in their Mammoth Lakes home.

Police claim that eyewitness reports confirm

that Stillwater was seen entering the house

earlier this afternoon. One neighbor says,

'I've known Marty Stillwater since he was on training wheels...

and the man going inside that house was indeed Marty.'

Police suspect Stillwater in connection with another

brutal murder in a Texas parking lot.

And neighbors in the quiet Orange County community

where the author lives with his wife and his two children...

described Stillwater's behavior in the last 24 hours

as 'shocking and bizarre."'

Yes. Tell Jack Davies at the Justice Department

that I'm coming in to see him right away.

Thank you.

You know, I was thinking, if there was ever a time...

this family needed to say grace... it's now.

I'll say.

Paige...

I don't know what to say...

Thank you, God...

for getting us to the cabin safely, and for keeping us together...

and don't go away, because we still need you pretty badly.

- Amen. - Amen.

- You okay, honey? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Do you think there's gonna be a gold ring around the moon tonight?

I always love it when there's a gold ring around the moon.

Sometimes there isn't.

A what?

You know, a gold ring around the moon.

Like, when we were at that wedding, and the band was playing...

and there was this gold ring around the moon.

God, whose wedding was it?

I can't quite put my finger on it, but...

Aunt Drucilla's wedding. That's who it was.

We don't have an Aunt Drucilla.

Of course you do, sweetheart.

Marty, how exactly is Aunt Drucilla related?

Wasn't she your father's sister-in-law from his first marriage?

Why don't we all just enjoy our meal before it gets cold?

Charlotte, this chicken is very dry.

Why don't you take Emily into the pantry...

and see if Grandma has any canned gravy

or cranberry sauce or something in there?

Yeah...

I hate gravy, and I hate cranberry sauce...

and it's spooky in that pantry.

Oh, Emily, that's so selfish!

Come on, let's go see what we can find.

Go ahead, honey.

I think Emily has the right idea.

Chicken tastes fine to me.

Why don't we all just sit down and finish our dinner?

I can't believe we're here. Together. With nobody else.

You know, I'm still a little chilled inside. You want a brandy?

I think your father has a bottle in the kitchen.

You stay right where you are. You cooked that whole dinner...

You drove that whole way...

The least I can do is make you a drink.

No way, hombre.

I want you all rested and relaxed when I get back.

Oh, god, Mom... It's locked!

Block the door.

Come on, sweetheart.

Okay. Good girl.

Take my bag.

Paige?

Is everything okay?

Take the gun.

Paige, what's going on in there?

Don't come in. I'm planning a big surprise.

Paige?

Paige!

Paige!

Paige, wait!

- Stay away! - What's the matter...?

I don't know who you are, but you stay away from my family, you freak!

Put that ax down!

Put the ax down, now, Paige...!

Give me the ax!

The ax, now!

Paige! Honey, it's me.

Show me your wedding ring.

Marty! Oh, thank god!

We figured it out, Daddy.

Good girl. Okay, come on, let's go!

Get in, get in.

The key's in the house...!

What about the hide-a-key?

Girls, get down!

(clicks)

Okay, let's go. Let's go!

Marty, look out! Girls, hold on!

Mommy!

All right, get out. Come on, honey...

Hurry up, hurry up. Go with Daddy.

Hold on, now. Hold on. Is everybody okay?

Let's go, come on.

We'll go hide in the mill.

Come on, this way. Be careful.

Come on, Paige.

Careful here!

Daddy!

Marty?

I'm all right...

Daddy, what's wrong? What is it?

Come on. We gotta go. Don't waste the shells.

Come on.

Take the girls into the mill. Get as far as you can.

No, Mommy, come with us.

Honey, he's gotta come through here...

and I'm gonna shoot him when he passes me.

Okay, go.

That's a good plan, except you're going with the girls...

and I'm staying here.

Marty, your the one he has the connection with.

Don't block him out. Let him feel you move away...

He'll expect us to be together.

Okay, girls. Mommy's right. Let's go.

Drew, if I were talking to anybody else on the planet,

I'd be calling for the men in white coats right now.

How far back does this thing go?

Well, the project... about ten years.

This business of killing, about half that, I think.

You are placing your son in complicity with the murder of Kingman Flagg.

Yes, but, listen to me, Jack. There'll be more murders than that

if you don't bring out all your guns and stop this thing. Fast.

I hope there's still time to save Stillwater and his family.

I'm taking this straight to the Attorney General.

Oh, good. Good.

Mr. Attorney General? Excuse me...

Mr. Attorney General.

Jack...

What is it?

When I was in high school, all the tough guys

used to come down in here and smoke their cigarettes.

Cigarettes? That doesn't sound so tough.

Well, that's probably not all they did.

(thump)

(phone rings)

Yes?

I'm there. I've almost caught up to them.

I think the Gavin Lumbacher scenario should play out quite nicely

in an abandoned lumber mill, don't you?

Drew, there's a problem.

Do "the problem" and I have the same last name?

You were expecting this?

Well, how bad is it?

It's bad. Your father's ready to go public to expose us,

and he's got the credibility to make it stick.

This has to be your call, Drew.

Do you think you can talk to him?

Are you there?

I'm here.

Are you going to talk to your father or not?

I'd love to talk to my father...

I just don't think he has any interest in talking to me.

I really have to go now, gentlemen.

You're sure?

Let's just say, that my father will do the world a lot more good

by leaving it than he ever did while he was here.

Thank you. Goodbye. (dial tone)

(loud clank)

(footsteps)

I'll pay you ten times whatever my son is paying you.

You spent your whole life thinking everything was about money.

What do you think it's about?

Come on, girls. Help me out here.

A six letter word that starts with the letter "f".

Come on... Come on!

Oh, that's not it.

This means something really important.

Friday?

Okay... F-R-l-D-A-Y.

No, sweetie, that's not it.

"Low battery... Iow battery."

Something really important that begins with "f" and has six letters?

That's right.

Daddy, it's so obvious.

What?

It's you.

F-A-T-H-E-R.

"Welcome to Oslett Technologies."

Wow...

Oh, look at this.

We got him.

All right, now let's go. Come on.

(beeping)

Daddy. What's wrong?

Nothing, honey.

Okay. Let's go.

Are you okay?

You're hurt really bad.

You two are gonna have to go on without me.

I can't move as fast as you can.

No...

You're hurt.

It's safer that way, pumpkin. He's after me, not you.

Where should we go?

You two go down, and I'm gonna go up.

But he'll catch you.

No he won't.

I've got the home court advantage.

All right, now, go. Come on, give me a kiss.

All right now, hurry. Go. Go on.

Take this.

- I'm not cold, pumpkin. - For your arm.

Okay, thank you. Now go. Go on.

Hurry.

Go back. Go the other way.

Emily, are you okay?

- Daddy! - You're okay, sweetie.

Daddy, there's another man with a gun down there.

Show me your ring.

Oh, Daddy...!

Oh, my babies... Oh, it's okay. Daddy's here now.

My brave little girls, we have to go now, okay? Come on.

Lieutenant, hold your men there!

The lookout saw smoke coming from the cabin

so we figure that's where he has the hostages.

They're not hostages, they're his family.

He's been telling the truth.

The double killed his parents.

Excuse me?

There's no time to get into it now. We have to get Marty.

But not like that. We have to talk to him.

And we need to figure out which one we're talking to.

- Del Rio here. - It's John Waxhill.

You should know the results from the blood test are in.

My orders are to rescue two young girls and their mother

from a dangerous armed killer.

How?

I've got the best precision shooters in the country here.

Your orders are gonna have to be changed.

It was my understanding, you're the one who called the state police into this.

Yeah, and I'm the one who's calling you out!

We have new evidence. The whole picture's changed.

No! It hasn't! That was Washington.

The results on the blood came in from the Federal lab.

We were getting those strange readings

because it was old blood. That simple.

Blood that had been stored in less than perfect conditions,

for as long as two months. And there's more.

The bank called in Lancaster... Their clocks were off.

Their clocks were off!

Marty actually signed the withdrawal slip

six minutes after he walked by the bookstore.

Do it! Do it!

Who is that?

One of the bad guys. Go through that door.

Go on.

We have to find a way to get down and get Mommy and go home. Okay?

Careful! Come on.

Get away from him!

Don't move!

My wonderful brave little girl.

You heard exactly what I said.

Go ahead, Charlotte. Shoot him.

It's the only way to stop him.

You don't have to shoot anybody, honey.

That's Daddy, that's Daddy's jacket!

No, I don't know... I don't know!

- Yes, you do. - I'm confused!

You know this jacket. I always wear this jacket.

Give me the gun, sweetheart.

Give me the gun, pumpkin. A gun can be a very dangerous thing.

That one... That one's Daddy!

Oh, Emily, I don't know what to do...

What rhymes with "psychosis"?

Lots of words, honey.

You see? He doesn't know!

What was Mommy's last name before she got married?

- Walters. - That's wrong!

- Simpson. - Daddy!

No!! Daddy!

Grab the little girl! Grab her!

Let her go!

Put down that gun!

Put it down or I'll kill you and your daughter.

Get over there! Do it. Over there.

Put the little one over there.

Put her over there.

- No. - What?

Put her over there!

What's wrong with you?

We're almost done here.

Three bullets, three tragic deaths...

and then we can go home.

Leave my babies alone!!

Daddy!

Daddy!

"Halitosis."

- Oh, Marty. - Daddy!

Oh, baby.

He was trying to save us.

(helicopters overhead)

Stay here.

It's okay, baby.

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna disappear. Then we'll find a place to hide out.

I'll make copies of what's on this computer

and give it to every television station and newspaper in the country.

Then, can we go home?

I don't think so, pumpkin.

- Okay, let's go. - Where?

We're gonna head south.

That way it's just nothing but open country. Then Mexico.

Marty, we've got one bad arm, two hungry children...

no food, no water.

They're gonna have the highway patrol, the border patrol...

and the FBI after us.

Tell me how we're supposed to do that?

We can do this.

(humming "King of the Road")

Let's go.

"After a nearly two year investigation, United States authorities

now state that the shadowy group could be tied to as many as

two dozen assassinations.

Members of the group included construction heiress Grace Weatherall...

United States Senator James Ewald,

and Attorney General Greydon Lamont...

whose suicide last week shocked the nation.

- In the wake of further revelations..." - Johnny...

Johnny, look. It came in the mail today.

The Italian edition! Our 46th country.

It's beautiful, Annie.

- Do we have everything? - Everything.

Rebecca, Suzie... All hands on deck!

Where to, Captain?

Next stop, Bora Bora.

"In yet another strange twist in this tale of conspiracy and murder,

mystery writer Martin Stillwater and his family have yet to be found.

They are believed to be living somewhere in the Midwest."