(woman sings in Latin) MAN: Honey? WOMAN: Hmm? - Hey, have you seen my checkbook? - Downstairs in the living room. (singing in Latin continues) - (gasps) - Shh. WOMAN: Darling, are you okay? Uh... fine. I'm just gonna take the dog for a walk. (gasping rapidly) (stammering) (dramatic music) (elevator bell dings) (whimpering, gasping) 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. I-I don't... 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? Y-Yes. Perfect. Please. (keypad beeping) - Get in. - (whimpering) (phone line ringing) MAN (over phone): This is 310-555-0199. Leave a message. (voice mail 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. (gunshot) (groans) I cannot wait any longer. My best to the family. (thud echoing) # Put your head down, boy # Welcome to my zoo # Put your hate inside my big black wild ride # I can still help you # See the snake-baboon # Funky, chic and smooth # Honey can you spy # The divine ape-swine # 'Cause he can see you # I'm a man, # I'm a twisted fool # My hands are twisted, too # Five fingers to black hooves # I'm a man, don't spin me a lie # Got toes and I can smile # I'm crooked but upright # www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2017 (Chinese pop music plays) 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. (door bell jangling) (doorbell rings) (gasps) (sighs) - Whoa. - Happy birthday! (chuckles): 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. (laughs) Inappropriate, huh? Well, I mean... not if I was seven. Well, I can return it, or you can hang on to it until you have a seven-year-old of your own. Not funny. (door opens) - MAN: 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. Thought I'd do something... unpredictable-- Kim's always pointing out how predictable I am. That's funny coming from her. You want to talk about predictable... - I'm not predictable. - Aw, come on. Every single day, she goes to the same exact store, like, right off campus, every morning before class, gets the same peach yogurt drink, right? - The fourth one from the back, - Stop. not the fifth one, not the third one, right? Because if it's the fourth one, you know, it'll stay cold but not too cold, and that way when she's drinking it as, like, a snack in between classes, - then... - It's-it's still cold. I know, I would do exactly the same thing. - Yeah. The OCD gene. - JIMY (chuckles): So, uh, what's with the bubbly? - Uh, pre-birthday celebration. - Nice. If you don't mind, I just, I think it's a little early to... pop open a bottle. Yeah, yeah, no problem. I'll put it in the fridge. What's that? (quietly): Whoa. A panda. That was awesome. BRYAN: Well, I'll leave you two. Dad, don't... You don't have to take it. Now... now I feel bad. Yeah, you should feel bad. I'll... I'll exchange it for something more predictable. - KIM: Love you. - Take it easy, Jimy. All right. (door closes) Mm. Hey, babe. (kisses) Is something wrong? - Nothing. - You sure, babe? Mm-hmm. (phone ringing) How'd it go? BRYAN (over phone): 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... I'll 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. (starts engine) (the xx's 'Infinity' plays) # I can't give it up # to someone else's touch # because I care too much... (door opens) - Hey. - Honey. You changed your mind. Yeah. Uh, you left the door open, so... - Come on in. - Okay. - I'm not intruding or...? - No, of course you're not. I was just preparing dinner. Drink? Yes, please. Thanks for coming over. - Cheers. - Cheers. Mm. - You look stressed. - Yeah. What? Stuart and I... we've tried everything. Therapy, counselling, 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. - Yeah. (chuckling): I have the worst taste in men. Thanks. Oh... (laughing) No, not you. Oh, God, I'm sorry. It's okay. Do you know what I fantasise about? I'm afraid to ask. Us. Yeah? Mm-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, fantasising about another? Confused, maybe. Bad? No. You must think I'm crazy. If you are, Leni, you're not the only one. (whispers): Oh, Leni... - 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. (laughs): Why do you have to be so damn honourable? Believe me, right now, I wish I weren't. - I, 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... you need to go someplace just to be by yourself... use it. Thank you. (upbeat music) MAN: I put on six pounds of muscle. You guys are giving me a hard time. MAN 2: It's not helping your stroke. You were plus two on the last one. You? Me? Did the rest of you get on the green? I'm not even on the gr... I'm not even on the green. But seriously, it's... money, it'll be fun... - I know. I can't go, Sam. - It's... a four-man job-- we can't do it without you. I know, 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 got to 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) Well, there's a good point. (phone ringing) Could somebody drop the flag stick? BRYAN: Hey, Kim. What's up? - You want me to take it out? - If you wouldn't mind. Sure. When? Oh, come on! BRYAN: Okay, baby. Come on! Okay, the big moment. (gasps, yells) That's a good stroke! Oh-ho! - BRYAN: Well, this is an unexpected treat. - Yeah. I, um, need some advice. Okay. Shoot. So, it's, 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. (boy squeals) WOMAN: Oh! I'm so sorry. (Bryan chuckles) Just stop this now... Poor lady. That... is gonna be serious trouble in a few years, you mark my words. So, 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, - Oh, wow. - and we were trying to find it a home. You know, we put it on Facebook, but nobody claimed it yet, so... You want to know what I think? - Yeah. - I mean, it's... (sighs) it's a lot of work, it's a lot of responsibility, and with your lifestyle the way it is at the moment, with college... With a pup, you have to be there, - all the time and feed it, walk it. - Yeah. It's no different than having a kid. (clears throat softly) WAITRESS: Have you had - a chance to look at the menus? - Uh, not yet, Annie. What'll I have? (doorbell rings) (sighs) - Stuart. - Hey, Bryan. - What are you doing here? - Um... Everything all right? Yeah, it's... it's fine, it's fine. Can I talk to you inside? Yeah, yeah, sure-- I was just making some coffee. - Milk? Sugar? - Um, both, please. Okay... Milk, cold or hot? Uh... hot. So, how's business? Oh, you know-- some days good, some days great. (chuckles) (chuckles): Yeah. One sugar or two? 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. Listen, 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... (wry chuckle) that can't happen with you in between us. Stuart... there's nothing between Lenore and I other than we share Kim. I didn't say there was. You know, obviously, there... 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-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. (relieved sigh) Wow. (chuckles) That's great. Thank you. You know, I got to 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 opens, closes) (emotional music) (dog barks distantly) (phone rings) BRYAN: "Need to see you. Urgent. Bagels..." (door bell jangles) Uh, four bagels and some cream cheese, please. Okay. Okay. Be careful-- they're really hot. - Thanks. - Have a good day. - Take care. - Thanks. BRYAN: Hello? Leni? (scraping) (gasping) Leni? Leni...? Leni. Jesus, God. Leni, wake up. Come on, come on, come on! - Leni! - OFFICER: Freeze! Don't move! Step away from the knife. - Get your hands up! - OFFICER 2: Sir, back away now! I didn't do this. OFFICER: Get your hands up! Now! Slowly. Get your hands up. - You got to listen to me. - On the floor now! - Listen to me. - Down on the floor! - Down! - Listen to me. - Down to the ground now! - Step away from the knife! - On your knees! Down! - Now! - Get your hands up! - Hands up! - Hands up! Higher! Higher! - Get your hands up... BRYAN: I didn't do this. (grunting) (panting) OFFICER: Shit! Moving in! (sirens wailing) (grunting) (siren wailing) OFFICER: He's there! (siren wails) (panting) (tyres screech) Hey! Hey! Drop your weapon! (indistinct radio communication) (siren wailing) (tyres squealing) (grunts) OFFICER: Hey! Hey! (grunts) (indistinct radio communication) (grunts) OFFICER: He's heading west! (siren continues wailing) (dramatic music) (groans) (barking) (barking continues) He's heading north. 22nd Street. Back alley. (barking continues) (grunts) Stop! (gunshot) (siren wailing) (grunts) (helicopter blades whirring) (grunts) OFFICER: Suspect in sight. (tyres screeching) (woman gasps) OFFICER: Go inside. I'm heading back. DISPATCH (over radio): 10-4. Help's on the way. (siren wailing in distance) (indistinct radio communication) Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Police! Police! (grunts) (grunts) Door's sealed! - I just saw him inside. - Shit! (panting) (grunts, exhales) Clear! Moving in! (sirens wailing in distance) You see him anywhere? He disappeared. (helicopter blades whirring) Goddamn it, he's gone. This is 103. The suspect's gone. (grunts) (groans) (breathing slowly) (Olafur Arnald's 'A Stutter') (sirens and helicopter passing in distance) # The sun is old on water # Yearling flakes keep whirling by # Carry me awry # Collapsing breaths discover # Turning hope, new-boarded highs # Receding howls dew the skies # (cell phone rings) Yeah? BRYAN: Kim, it's Dad. Where are you? I'm at Mom's, looking for my yellow sweater. Are you alone? Stuart's 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 gonna find out. (gasping) 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. (phone line disconnect beeping) (exhales) (sighs) (siren wailing in distance) - WOMAN: ...you need to check this out. - All right. WOMAN: Okay, take the bag number one over here. That's six, seven, eight. MAN: Six, seven, eight, got it. WOMAN: And this one's number 752. (indistinct radio communication, officers and techs conversing) OFFICER: Sergeant Dotzler, suspect's name is Bryan Mills. - His? - His. Not his. (sighs) And 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. And 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, e-mailed-- every form of communication. Dates, times, duration of calls. - DOTZLER: Let's bag this. - Detective, bag that. What's wrong? Good. NEWSWOMAN (on T.V.): 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 (phone buzzing) and the ex-husband of the deceased. - Who's this? - BRYAN: It's me. - You're on the news. - BRYAN: 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, yeah. It's still the same. - I'll be in touch. - Be careful. (siren wailing in distance) So, uh, 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 flying over) 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. (door creaks) (smacks lips) (door creaks open) (hinges squeak) (door closes) (indistinct police radio communication) DOTZLER: Do you know why your wife went to visit Mr. Mills? No, I-I... I don't know. You know, their relationship was mostly cantered around their daughter. Um, but I think that 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? (sniffles) I don't know. What are you doing? Stuart, why are they going through all of Mom's stuff? Hey, Kim. Ms. St. John. Frank Dotzler. Mills. My name is Mills. 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 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. (crying): Look, there's just... there's... 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... - Come on, Kim. Just don't. (shuddering sigh) He loved her. That's all I know. (sniffles) Please. That's-that's mine. It's not even hers. KIM: Excuse me. (trembling breath) (gasping, breath trembling) (sniffling) (breathing deeply) (breathes deeply, sobs) (gasps) STUART (voice breaking): I'm sorry. (sobbing): Oh, God. Come on, let's get you home. If something comes to mind, anything at all... You know, it might not be anything, um... You know what happened in Paris and Istanbul, - a couple of years ago, where Bryan saved his family. - Sure. You think that's connected to this? You know, 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 is not dangerous. The world he lives in is. He loves his family, but he has a lot of enemies. I see. (siren wailing in distance) WOMAN: Bring him into room three. DOTZLER: Garcia will, uh, get you back home. Thank you. (sighs deeply) (sighs heavily) (sighs) DOTZLER: This guy's a ghost. 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. And 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... 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. So, what's this about? - Some guy offed his ex. - Allegedly. Right. Allegedly. (beeps, then blipping quietly) - He didn't do her in the car, did - he? No, at his house. Good. I hate going in those after. Blood, pieces of flesh and shit. It's disgusting. (blipping) - Which GPS you want done first? - His. - Then hers. - Right over here. (train whistle blowing) (beeping, blipping) What the hell were you doing all the way out there, Lenore? (laid-back country music plays) Excuse me. Inspector Mallory, LAPD. We're following up on a missing persons investigation. Was wondering if you'd seen this woman. No. - She was here about 10:00 p.m. last night. - I was here then. I didn't see her. Didn't see hardly nobody. Not exactly a bustling destination, - if you know what I mean. - MAN: Hey, Sally. SALLY: Excuse me. Duty calls. WOMAN: Amanda? (door bell jangles) - Excuse me. Inspector Mallory, LAPD. Are these security cameras operative, or are they just there for show? Yeah, they work. Follow me. Do you have the tape from yesterday? I wasn't here-- the other guy was. But if someone was here, it'll be on there. Just push that button for the playback. I'm just gonna stay here while you look at that. (indistinct police radio chatter) - Do you have problems with this system? - Breaks down sometimes. They keep saying they're gonna replace it. Excuse me. Have you seen this woman? (scoffs) - You fellas should get more coordinated. - Coordinated? What, do you mean, like colour-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. (tapping keyboard) (clattering) (tapping keyboard) Freeze. GARCIA: Mr. Mills... freeze! - Step out, buddy. Step out. - Get out of the room... - Get out, get out of the room! - Freeze! Stop what you're doing, Mr. Mills! Step away from the desk! - Back away from the desk, sir. - Step away from that desk, or I'll shoot you! - Back away from the goddamn desk... - I'll shoot you! ...now! Step away, one step from the desk. Just keep your hands where we can see 'em. 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. If you can't afford one, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights... (fading out) (sirens wailing) (sombre piano music) (sombre piano music continues) (sombre music continues) (phone rings) Garcia and Smith-- they got him. (phone rings) - 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's car. Why? - Stop the cars. - What? Stop the cars. Now! SMITH: Aw, come on. Phillips. - Yeah? - Our boss has got a hair up his ass about something. Just keep an eye on this guy, all right? Yeah, okay. - They think we're idiots. - 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. (indistinct radio communication) (grunting) (yelling) (tyres squealing) Keep driving! (sirens wailing) Phillips! (grunts) Come on! (tyres squeal) (horn honking) (Bryan grunts) (tyres squealing) - Oh, my God! - Did you see that? What the hell is he doing? (horns honking) (horn blaring) Pull it over! (horn blares) (tyres squealing) (tyres squealing) (tyres squealing) Back it up. Get out of the car! (horn honks) (groaning) (tyres squealing) Drive! Stop the car. (tyres squealing) 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. (blipping) HELICOPTER PILOT (over radio): All units, code 10-29 on police car number 706. Number 706. (tyres squealing) Suspect in sight. (sirens wailing) (sirens wailing) Here, here, here. - Go, go, go! - Freeze! - Stay clear! - Freeze! (engine revving) Send some backup now! (blipping) (engine revs, tyres squeal) (groaning) (explosions) (sirens wail in distance) (phone ringing) 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 Six, Division Seven? What? All you have to know is I'm innocent. Give me two days, and 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. BROOKS: Hey. 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. He wants us to watch it. 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. (rattling, creaking) SAM: Hey, let me guess. Pileup on the 710 North. Massive cluster 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. Then... she was in my bed with her throat slashed. Oh, Jesus. (Sam sighs heavily) 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. W-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. - You okay...? 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 (over speaker): Are you holding up? Right there. Mm-hmm. Get me sound on that. Right there. Kim, I'm so sorry. (over speaker): If there's anything we can do... Hey. BERNIE (over speaker): We're there for you. - You know that, right? - Mm-hmm. - Hey, baby. - Hey. I just want to go home. (conversation breaks up with static, clicking) You hear that? You hear that click? Yeah, we're getting some interference somewhere. (static, clicking continues) (Kim sniffles, cries) (quiet blipping) There it goes again. - Hey. - Hi. Oh, sweetie. They're jamming our signal. I know. I know. I'm so, so sorry. - Listen... - (sniffles) 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. (siren wails in distance) Stuart, why are there still... Why are there still cops camped outside? Uh, I think it's standard operating procedure. What, they think my dad's gonna just show up here? Are they stupid or something? I don't know what they think. Inspector Dotzler asked if we minded and-and I said no. Well, you should have asked me. I mind. I'm sorry. And who's he? Well, we, um, we need protection. Kim, honey, I-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. (scoffs) It's... 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. - W-Where are you going? - School. If I'm allowed. (door closes in distance) (sighs) (music playing loudly) (distorted radio signal) I gotcha, baby. I gotcha. (grunts) 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) (door bell jangling) Hi. Hey. (laid-back music plays) Anything? GARCIA (over phone): 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. Well, just keep me informed. (sighs) (indistinct conversations) (suspenseful music) (music continues) (door bell jangles) (SPEAKS INAUDIBLY) (MUSIC CONTINUES) Life's better together. Join Vodafone on a monthly plan, and if you don't love our network within 30 days, we'll give you your money back. That's our network guarantee. PROFESSOR: As you might remember, last week, we discussed disassociations and interactions between dorsal and ventral streams (over radio): in object recognition. (scoffs) Now, a dominant hypothesis 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... (sighs) (door bell jangles) 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. She come here often? - Every day. - She bought what? Same thing: peach yogurt drink. But today, she drank it all right there from the fridge. Must have been thirsty. (door bell jangles) (phone buzzes) - You got anything? - Yeah, she went to school. Got nauseous in class. Now she's on her way to the bathroom. Call for backup. I'm coming right now. (tyres squeal, siren whoops) (groans, gasps) - What? - Shh. (static crackling) Shh. Here, Kim, please 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... Here, eat this. (sighs) Don't-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, Kim, 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. (tyres squeal) (phone line rings) - 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. Where are you staying? I'm still at Mom's. I started packing her stuff. It just... It doesn't feel real. Oh, I know. I know. (students chattering, laughing) Dad, there's... Stuart's been acting really weird. He must be scared about something. He hired bodyguards. (door opens) (girls laughing) Oh, my God. Oh, my God. It was so much fun, but you know what? He was such a jerk. - Really? - He even made me pay for my own drink at the bar. I did! I was wearing something, like, more skimpy than this. - Really? - I don't know what was happening. More skimpy than that? So, there was a pool party; it was fun. GIRL 2: Maybe he's blind. I don't know. GIRL: I don't know, but were you wearing... GIRL: He was such a jerk. I'm not gonna do it again, though. GIRL 2: No, it's cool, I've seen him. I completely understand. He's hot, right? But I would not... I would-wouldn't go out with him again. (girls scream, gasp) - Go, go, go, go, go! - I'm going! Go! Go, go, go, go, go! What the...? Excuse me? Perv! He just left. She's in the can. I can't let you leave. Seal all the areas. Hey! (grunting) There he is. Down the south corridor! Freeze! (explosion) (alarm ringing) (panicked shouting) Go! Go, go, go, go! (students screaming) Come on! Come on! Aah! POLICE OFFICER: Move! SECURITY OFFICER: Just move! Come on! This way! Move, move! (screaming continues) (screaming continues) (sirens wailing in distance) (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. (rubber band snaps) (siren wails in distance) MALANKOV (over phone): Don't worry, we will take care of this. Do as we planned. Call the car. BODYGUARD: Where we going, boss? STUART: The Malibu house. (elevator bell dings) (engines starting) (uneasy music) (uneasy music builds) (uneasy music continues) (dramatic music) (tyres squealing) (groans) (glass shattering) (explosions) (engine starts) (whooshing) (whistling) I'm not gonna hurt you. I need a ride. Mind if I drive? Okay. You can go. - 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 speaks Russian, then laughs) Come in, all rabbits. - (laughs) - Come in, all rabbits. You like this? (grunting) (hinges creaking) (grunting) (grunting) (panting) (grunts) (grunting) (grunting) (groans) (groans) (growls) (yells) Who hired you? (panting) Huh? (wheezing laugh) Your accent is shit! (gags, yells) (gunshot) (sighs) (choral music plays) (intercom buzzes in distance) Boss. They're at the gate. Well, let them in. Oh, and take a stroll. I need a little privacy. (button buzzes) (clanking, whirring) (bodyguard groans) Manny? Manny? (Stuart grunts) (muffled grunting) (groaning) (seabirds screeching) (whimpers, sighs) Oh! (groans) Bryan... Please... (muffled): Oh, God! (muffled): No... No! (gurgling, coughing) None of this is making sense to me, Stuart. I was hoping you could help me out. How-how did you... Survive the crash? But the Russians who were following me when I was following you, they work for you, Stuart? No. I-I don't know what you're talking about. What do you know? The only thing I know is that you were screwing my wife. And I know that she's dead! No, no, no, no, no... (muffled): No, no, no...! (rapid 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! (muffled): No...! No...! (muffled): Malankov, Malankov, Malankov! (gurgles): Malankov! What? (gurgling): Malan... Malankov... (groans) 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. Goddamn 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. (crying): I'm sorry, Bryan. But I loved her. You gotta believe me. (crying): I loved her. I loved her. Well, here's what you're gonna do. You're gonna go to the police and tell them everything. (sighs) 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) 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? You mind putting your hands on the steering wheel? (wry chuckle) Or what? What are you gonna do, shoot me? (clicks) Left or right? Go ahead, put the cuffs on. (sighs) (handcuffs clicking) Thank you very much. (knocking) (grunting) KIM: Dad? Dad. Let's go, Kim. What's going on? Keeping you safe. KIM: Sam...? Hey, Kim, we're gonna get in the truck. CASEY: Hi, Kim. Let's go. (phone ringing) Dotzler. SMITH (over phone): Garcia and his team were just attacked by Mills. - What? - He took the daughter out of St. John's house. For God's sake, man. I'll be there right away. (train whistle blows) 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? The first thing they're gonna look at are the phone records, to see if there are any clues. Mine and Lenore's. I mean, what's it gonna tell you, that you and Lenore spoke to each other? Hey, you know what, don't worry about it. We're almost done here anyway. S-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. (gunshots, groaning) 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. 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. I don't have the money... (sobs) Last one didn't. What...? My mom is dead because of one of your shitty business deals? No, no, no, Kim. That-that's not what happened. I knew it! Let me go! BRYAN: Kim... It's his fault! He killed her! - Kim... - He killed her! BRYAN: We need him. We need him. (grunts) Call him. - Why? - Because you're gonna set him up for me. Make the call. Now. On speaker. (quietly): Pow. (phone buzzing) (sighs) 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. Tell me how his security works. STUART: Malankov, he 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'll send the elevator up. 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. Hey, 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, all right? - 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. (knocks twice) (phone buzzing) It's Dotzler. Answer it. Act normal. Don't try anything smart. - Hello? - Mr. St. John? Frank Dotzler. Where are you? I-I'm in a business meeting. Is there anything wrong? Bryan Mills removed your stepdaughter from your home. - I'm there right now. - Oh, my God. That's, um... When are you coming home? Well, I-I'm leaving immediately. It should take me about an hour to get there from where I am. Where exactly is that? In Malibu. Listen, Inspector, I don't think he means her any harm. - He's... - 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's 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, no, no, no. It's fine. I'm, uh, I'm leaving right now. I'll be waiting for you. Get me a location on St. John's phone. As soon as he finds out you're not in Malibu, he'll be headed right here. I-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: Yeah, give me a location on Stuart St. John's phone. Hey. He lied to you about where he was. - What a surprise. - He's downtown. - Let's call out the cavalry. - All right. 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. (phone rings) Dotzler. I found out something you might want to know. Matching insurance policies on St. John and his wife. $12 million. Each. How about that? Stuart St. John. Mr. Malankov's expecting me. GUARD: What's in the bag? We're in. All right. Okay. Stuart St. John is clear. Unlock the elevator. (elevator bell dings) Okay. Got him. Go! All right. (high-pitched whine) (men speaking Russian) (groaning) Get back to the truck. Bingo. Right on. (beeping) (laughter) (moaning with pleasure) (speaking Russian) He's coming up. Go, go, go, go, go. Showtime. Bingo. (elevator bell dings) (grunting) (beep) (gunshots, grunting, shouting in Russian) (grunting) (grunting) (groans) (groaning) (grunting) (choking) (gunfire thundering) (gunfire continues, bullet ricocheting) (startled shout, groan) (grunts, groans) (Bryan groans in pain) (choking) (groaning) (grunting, groaning) (panting) Get up. Get up! (grunting) (gunshot) (groans, gasps) (panting, wheezing) Who are you, old man? You killed my ex-wife. (Malankov groaning) But you're not gonna kill my daughter. Your daughter? 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. (raspy breathing) (breathing stops) (whispering): Dad? Listen... - Dad? - What is it, Kim? No! Sam! Sam! (Sam groans) STUART: Get up! KIM: No...! - Kim! Come on. Let's go, let's go. (Kim stammers) - Come on. Move. - Kim! (groaning) Get in the car! Let's go, come on! - Where are we going? - Get in the car. (Sam groans) (engine revs, tyres squeal) (sirens wailing) (sirens wailing) He's still alive. Let's get a medic in here, ASAP. Medic! (beeping) - Inspector, the elevator! - Yeah? 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. (tyres squealing, sirens wailing) (beeping) Back it up. Back it up. (beeping) (elevator bell dings) All right, let's go. Everybody in. Come on! Let's go! (elevator bell dings) We got a good chance he's still in the building. Call downstairs, lock it up. Nobody in, nobody out. (indistinct radio communication) OFFICER: Lock it up. Nobody in, nobody out. (indistinct radio communication) (remote beeps, lock clicks) (phone chirps) "Someone used your phone?" (blipping) (engine starts, revs) OFFICER: Hey! (officers shouting) Shit! Stop him! Call Dotzler! (phone beeps) WOMAN (over phone): Santa Monica Aviation. This is Mr. St. John. I'll be there in 15 minutes. Get the plane ready. WOMAN: It'll be ready. (phone beeps off) 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! (phone rings) - Brooks. - I want the full work-up on a black Porsche, license plate number 689... - MJC6. - Okay. Connect me to the Porsche phone and trace it. All right. (horns honking) I need a run on a California plate: 689-Mary-Jane-Charlie-6. I need a phone, too. (sirens wailing) (phone ringing) Pick up the phone. PILOT: Black Porsche's phone position received. Heading west. (siren wailing) (phone rings) Yes? Listen, Mr. Mills. This is 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. And 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. (phone beeps off) # One of them said, 'Larz, you a teen heart-throb ` Bro. It's Pamela. SMOOTH MUSIC (SLURPS) # You know we get down with all the cyber moms. # One of them told me I was hot right now like Tiger Balm. # One of them said, 'Larz, you a teen heart-throb ` # 'make my baby faint; make a tween's heart stop.' # (GRUNTS, RETCHES) Ewww. He's a bit of a grossie, eh? (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) < (GRUNTS) Is that your friend? Him? (CHUCKLES) Nah. < (RETCHES) Ooh. Get out of the car. Come on, let's go. Go! (phone chimes) (blipping) Okay, we're leaving now. Come on, let's go. PILOT: Yes, sir. (engines whirring) PILOT: Approaching runway two. Ready for take-off. Come on, guys, come on, let's go. Requesting permission for take-off. PILOT (over radio): We got a visual on the Porsche. He's heading to Santa Monica Airport. (blipping) I want all units in the area of the Santa Monica Airport to be on the lookout for a black Porsche. PILOT: 29-90, taxiway Sierra closed. Advise on initial contact. (tyres squealing) No. STUART: Let's go! Let's go! - Come on! - We don't have enough speed! STUART: Let's go! Let's go! (alarm blares) STUART: Give me the goddamn gun! (Kim grunting) I'll shoot you in the head! Shut up! (panting) (groans) (grunts) Very smart, playing me off against the Russian. (grunts, groans) BRYAN: 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. (groans) All your worries over. But it didn't quite work out that way. (siren approaching) STUART: Uh-oh, listen, Bryan. (chuckles): They're coming. (laughing) You can't kill me now. (Stuart laughing) (Bryan panting) (laughing) Oh, yeah? (grunts) Dad... (panting) 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. (helicopter approaching) (Stuart grunts) (trembling breaths) (sirens approaching) You're bleeding. (Kim crying quietly) (Bryan sighs deeply) DOTZLER: I knew from the beginning. It was the bagels. They were warm. I mean, I had to ask myself, wh-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... (laughs) which, by the way, is illegal, and I could arrest you for it right away, 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. BRYAN: Now, you two, I've thought about this all night. It's, um... a very important choice. Whatever you decide, the two of you... together... ...I'll support you 100%. And... 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. (sighs) She'd like that very much, Kim. (Kim laughs) (Bryan laughs) (Kim laughs) # Hot night, come in. # Keep the car running. # warmed fingers. #