ELECTRONIC COMPUTING HUM SUSPENSEFUL DRUMBEATS QUIET MUSIC CHOPPER BLADES WHIRR MUSIC BUILDS DRAMATICALLY www.able.co.nz Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. Able 2017 Let's go down. SIRENS WAIL You got some out. How many left? SIRENS WAIL You got some out. How many left? (Yells) Three out, eight left. Edgar's still the man? Edgar's the man. Edgar, I thank you for letting these people go. Send out the others and we can come to a peaceful resolution. letting these people go. Send out the others and we can come to a peaceful resolution. Get this straight. I don't trust agents of your occupation government. Listen to me once more. The Citizens Court of South Dakota's sent me to seize this bank's ill-gotten assets. You move your people away from here or these bloodsuckers will burn in hell! HELICOPTER WHIRRS Well, they're getting ready to come in. Let them come. PHONE RINGS (Weeps) I have to go home. Get down. Let me go home. Please, let me go home. Get the fuck down! I need to... Uh! Please, let me go home. Get the fuck down! I need to... Uh! When he says 'Get down', just do it! Get the fuck down! I need to... Uh! When he says 'Get down', just do it! PHONE RINGS Damn. I sure don't feel good. You said we'd be in and out before anyone knew what hit 'em. You said they were going to back down. PHONE RINGS They ain't backing down, Edgar. They got an army out there. They'll come in and shoot us all. They got an army out there. They'll come in and shoot us all. God wants his miracle to be greater. God doesn't want your boys to get killed! PHONE CONTINUES RINGING We need more time, you sons of bitches! PHONE CONTINUES RINGING We need more time, you sons of bitches! You ain't in charge, so shut up. They hung up. Let's go in. Our man in there needs more time. Right. An undercover agent who shouldn't be there in the first place! We're going in. be there in the first place! We're going in. Let's try on the bullhorn. If they respond... You've got three minutes. MAN ON LOUDHAILER: This is Agent Blackwell. I need you to pick up the telephone. I need to talk with you. We could still walk out of here, you know. You just got to stand up to him. Just tell him you want to go home. Can you do it? Yeah. LOUDHAILER: Edgar, please pick up the phone. We were doing well before. Sir... Peter's right. It's not like you said it was going to be. I want to go home. HELICOPTER WHIRRS OVERHEAD PETER: Edgar. The boy's right. Traitor. Eddie. Shut up, Isaac. Let me call them. We don't need him, Edgar. Let me call them. We don't need him, Edgar. We can walk out. Do it, Edgar. For your boys, do it! EXPLOSION Stay down! Stay down! FBI, FBI! Get on the ground! MACHINE-GUN FIRE Go, go! Go, go, go! Ah! Goddamn it. I'm FBI, FBI! Get off me, asshole. Tell your men to hold their fire. Goddamn it. I'm FBI, FBI! Get off me, asshole. Tell your men to hold their fire. Peter. Peter. James. James, keep your head down. Where are you? Peter. No! No! No! Hold your fire! No! No! Damn it! Take it easy. (Gasps) Get a med tech in here! Get a med tech in here, goddamn it! (Gurgles) Don't talk, don't talk. Come on, now, goddamn it! Get a med tech in here. He's dead. Who said go? Who's the SAC? Hartley. Hartley! Special Agent Hartley. Did you hear me ask for more time in there? Get off me. Did you?! Did you hear me?! You're out of line. I'm out of line? I'm out of line?! Did I just massacre five people?! Huh? Did I? Three seconds, Hartley. Three seconds. I was going to walk them all out alive. (Whispers) Massacre. They were just kids. Just kids. I report to Washington just like you do, Jeffries. Oh! (Breathes heavily) (Spits) CHURCH BELL RINGS Right on Rushmore, left on Belmont... Hey, Simon. I have a surprise for you. Left on... You're giving some pretty good directions there. Look. I have something very, very special. You like these puzzles, don't you? Uh-huh. OK, but not yet, Simon. If I give you the puzzles, I want you to join the class, OK? That's great. It's time to join the group now, OK? Good morning, Simon. (Mutters) Look at me. Good morning, teacher. (Agents chat) How are you? Well, another day at the office. You ready? Yeah. All right, let's talk about it. Agent Jeffries here to see you, Chief. DOOR SHUTS The psychologist wrote, "Delusional paranoia" in capital letters across the bottom of your file. "Delusional paranoia" in capital letters across the bottom of your file. So, am I fired? No. You're not fired. But I can't put you undercover any more. That's over. What do they expect me to do? To do your job. I work undercover - that's my job. You have a new job now. And what is that? Sitting on a wire. Stake-outs, log tapes. Maybe a little PR... Sitting on a wire. Stake-outs, log tapes. Maybe a little PR... After 14 years, that's it? Sitting on a wire with some rookie listening to... After 14 years, that's it? Sitting on a wire with some rookie listening to... All you had to do was keep quiet - act like you belong on the same team as us. Those suits sitting behind a desk trying to justify their existence? on the same team as us. Those suits sitting behind a desk trying to justify their existence? Like me, you mean? I don't know. Why didn't you say something to support me? Because you were wrong! I wasn't wrong! Guys - hey. Dead wrong. Two teenagers killed in cold blood. They were goddamn bank robbers, for Christ's sake! killed in cold blood. They were goddamn bank robbers, for Christ's sake! They were kids. Will you forget about South Dakota! Forget about who's right and who's wrong. He's one of our best undercover guys ever. How could I forget that? Sit down, Art. Sometimes...you got something. It's...magic. Then it goes away. You had it. But the magic's gone. They told you to break my balls to get me to quit. I won't make it easy for you. You want me to sit on a wire, I will. You want me to chase file applicants, I will. Take your best shot. Check your mailbox for your new assignments. HORN BEEPS Hey, Simon. We're here. POIGNANT MUSIC (Rings bell three times) (Robotically) Mommy, Simon is home. (Slowly) Look at me. Hi, Mom. (Normally) Hi, honey. I missed you. Come on inside. TENDER MUSIC Be careful. It's very hot. Sip it slowly. Daddy will be home soon, and when you've finished that, you can wait for him in your room. QUIET MUSIC MUSIC DARKENS COMPUTING HUM COMPUTING HUM INTENSIFIES COMPUTER BLIPS RECORDED VOICE: Congratulations. You've reached the Puzzle Centre. For solving one of our Master Puzzles, you've won a subscription to the magazine of your choice. Leave your name, address and telephone number... (Robotically) You are a stranger... Excuse me, this is the Puzzle Centre. Where did you get this number? (Simon speaks robotically) Puzzle nine nine... What...what did you say? Who is this? Puzzle nine nine... What...what did you say? Who is this? MOTHER: Simon, put down the phone. Simon, Simon, Simon, Simon, wait, please don't hang... MOTHER: Simon, put down the phone. Simon, Simon, Simon, Simon, wait, please don't hang... DIAL TONE You might've lost in transfer. You might have lost a keyword. You need to defraction it. All right. Yeah? Hey, Scrambled. Leo, I'm busy. It's Mercury. Somebody just walked on water. Come here...now. What did you say? SIMON ON TAPE: You are a stranger... LEO: Who is this? MOTHER: Simon, put down the phone. LEO: Simon, Simon, Simon, wait, please don't hang... COMPUTER BEEPS Who is that? Well, listen to the timbre of his voice. It's a child. That had to be his mother. Right, it's just some rugrat drooling over the phone, punching numbers - like a random thing, huh? We're not that lucky. We have to call Kudrow. What? Dean, what?! No, no. We don't have to call anybody. We just do an analysis and give him a report when he's back. Leo, do you understand what just happened here? We call him now or he'll say we tried to hide it. Morning, sir. Good morning, Marine. I've got an urgent message for Lieutenant Colonel Kudrow. Mercury is already operational in most of our comm centres and I'm here to confirm everything you've already heard. Mercury is a quantum leap in our communications security. And once we complete its installation in all our comm centres, it will be very hard for our adversaries... centres, it will be very hard for our adversaries... And our allies. ..and our allies... to compromise our communications. An urgent message for you, sir. If you'll excuse me, Mr Johnson will continue the briefing. All right, gentlemen... TENSE MUSIC Impossible. (Sniffs) You're late. I wasn't when I started. Traffic was like mud. I oozed home. (Laughs) I told Simon he could wait up for you. Simon, my man. Mmm. I wonder where Simon is? Time for bed, Simon. POIGNANT MUSIC Send in Pedranski and Crandell, please. WOMAN: Yes, sir. UNEASY MUSIC SCANNER BEEPS Who needs a fix? Double tall, double dark, double sweet, double everything. I'm so glad I missed the whole drug thing, so my body was virgin territory for caffeine. It makes me feel so Ricki Lake - like I could talk to anybody. What can I say? I'm the java queen. What's wrong? Kudrow wants to see me. Cool! Maybe you'll get your own section. No. I...uh...I screwed up. Just go in there and throw 'em a Bart Simpson. (Imitates Bart) Kudrow, dude, chill out. It was that way when I got there. (Imitates Homer) D'oh! Puzzle line. Puzzle line. I've travelled 10,000 miles in the past 24 hours. I've had lots of time to reflect on this. I believe that neither one of you has ever said the words 'puzzle line' to me. Sir, before Mercury went operational, we ran a standard validation protocol - double sets of paired, crazed supercomputers, freaking velociraptor machines queuing at Mercury 24 hours a day. Mercury came out unbent. It was finally a code that couldn't be broken. There was one last thing to check. The, um...'geek factor'. Human beings will fool you sometimes, so we thought it was important to... We slipped a message in a puzzle magazine, in a word game. We were sure no one would call it. a puzzle magazine, in a word game. We were sure no one would call it. But somebody did, sir. His name is Simon Lynch, he lives in Chicago, he is nine years old and he has deciphered a message written in the most sophisticated code the world has ever known... ..in a geeks' puzzle magazine. And I don't recall ever authorising ANYONE to put ANY MESSAGE into any magazine. That couldn't just happen. A kid couldn't just pop it open. Not only is he nine years old, he is handicapped - he is autistic. Yes, that explains it! So our $2 billion code is an open book to people of diminished capacity? No, no, no, sir. Autism isn't synonymous with diminished capacity. Autistic people are... they're...they're shut off. But it's not unusual for an autistic person to be a savant. they're...they're shut off. But it's not unusual for an autistic person to be a savant. Oh, a savant?! He mightn't decipher the code, it might just APPEAR to him. He didn't calculate anything - he just SAW it. Like those stupid pictures at the mall. You stare and then WHACK - it's the Statue of Liberty. This is not a stupid picture at the mall. This is national security. Looking at the best-case scenario, let's suppose the boy is unique and he doesn't understand what he's just done. Does that solve my problem? Answer? NO! Analysis - all we need now is for someone else who understands his capability to come along and my problems are increased exponentially. Then maybe we should talk to the kid...and...uh... No. No. No. There must be nothing that connects the boy to this office. Nothing. Am I clear? Yes, sir. I want you to erase the tape. Am I clear? Yes, sir. DOORBELL RINGS THREE TIMES WOMAN: Honey, will you get that? Yeah, I got it. Martin Lynch? Yeah? Detective Burrell, Chicago Police. Can I ask you a few questions? It's important. I got your address from Simon's school. Is something wrong? If I drag it out, it'll make things worse. One of the other parents has made accusations against Simon's driver, of a sexual nature. Oh, my God. Well, they're only allegations at this point. I'd like to step inside and speak with you. allegations at this point. I'd like to step inside and speak with you. Uh...sure. It won't take more than a moment. I didn't want to upset you. DOOR CLOSES You've already upset us. I'm sorry about that. Would you like a cup of coffee or something? I'm sorry about that. Would you like a cup of coffee or something? Yeah. That would be real nice. DRAMATIC MUSIC DULL THUD WOMAN ON PHONE: 9-1-1. Emergency Operator 562. 9-1-1. Emergency Operator 562. What are you reporting? I have the location on my screen. Can you tell me what you're reporting? DRAMATIC MUSIC SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC UNEASY MUSIC SIREN WAILS GUNSHOT SIREN GETS LOUDER SIREN WAILS TYRES SCREECH Anything while I was gone, Art? Yeah, we got a big break in this case. What? The Attorney-General just called in - 25 dimes on the Cubs. What do you think? Oh. ELECTRONIC BEEPING MAN: Yeah? MAN: This is 13. Cubs 10 times. Got it. (Hangs up phone) Dumb bet, 13. The Cubs are in a slump. Would you mind if I told you something personal? Yeah. I would, Roger. I really would. PHONE RINGS Excuse me. Yep. Art, for you. Yeah? TOMMY: You're being replaced. We've got another assignment for you. Lomax got another matter of national security? He wants you to check into a missing child. 21 Precinct. Chicago PD retains jurisdiction. SIREN WHOOPS HELICOPTER WHIRRS MAN: Yeah, lacerations... Nichols. You still alive? Still here, Art. How are you? All right. What is this? It's supposed to be a missing kid. It is. These are the parents. It looks like a murder-suicide. So where's the kid? Missing, remember? What are you doing here? Somebody called the FBI, they sent me. Go figure. No. I meant what are YOU doing here? Working my way to the bottom, Jack. Just like you. The kid's name is Simon. The neighbours say he's retarded. Guys who kill their families kill them all. Maybe he did the kid somewhere else, didn't want Mom to see. A kid like that costs a bundle. Maybe Dad got tired of knocking himself out for a kid who didn't know any better - put them all out of their misery. How's a guy that's so broke afford a $1,500 hand gun? Mind if I take a look around, Jack? We already did. The kid's not here. Does that mean you mind? Hey, be my guest. Thanks. By the way, Lomax called. He said it's important. Thanks. By the way, Lomax called. He said it's important. Yeah, I'll bet. Got a phone on you? What do you know? Thanks. Be sure I get it back. How are you? Good. UNEASY MUSIC PHONE BEEPS FAINT HUMMING (Presses phone button) (Voice imitates phone beep) PHONE BEEPS (Faintly) Beep. PHONE BEEPS THREE TIMES Beep, beep, beep. PHONE BEEPS TWICE Beep, beep. PHONE BEEPS Beep. PHONE BEEPS Beep. How you doing, champ? You OK in there? Come on. You can come on out now. Nobody's going to hurt you. Arggh! I'm not going to hurt you. OK? Come on. Come on. (Screams) Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. (Sobs) Call Concordia. Get an ambulance over here. Have some badges waiting when we get there. Why? I want him protected. How am I going to justify the overtime? Since when do you worry about overtime, Jack? If the coroner says murder-suicide, they can go. Anybody asks about the overtime, put it on Lomax's gold card. SIREN WAILS (Screams) The straps are just making him worse. They're for his own safety. Unstrap him. They're for his own safety. (Cries) All right, all right. Simon, we're gonna unstrap you. Take it easy. (Sobs) Simon! Just calm down, all right? Take it easy. (Sobs) Simon! Just calm down, all right? Mommy. Daddy. Mommy. Daddy. Mommy. Daddy. Mommy. Daddy. Tell him to turn that off. Turn that off! Turn the siren off! (Turns siren off) Mommy. Daddy. Simon. Ho! Hey! Who's this? Is that your mommy right there? Mommy! Is that your mommy? Mommy! Right there? Mommy. Yes, that's right. Your mommy. That's her. Is that your daddy? Daddy. Right. Right. "Do not touch. It may be hot." That's very good advice. Is that your teacher, Dr London? She's your friend, right? My name is Art. I'm your friend too. (Screams) You're a stranger! You're a stranger! (Screams continuously) Stranger! OK. Strap him in. (Whimpers) I won't hurt you. (Moans) OK. (Whimpers) All done. Hi. Are you the doctor? No, I'm the nurse. Has a doctor seen this boy? I took care of him. Is a shot all you can do for him? He's autistic. Autistic? Uh-huh. (Sighs) Well, what does that mean? Nothing gets through? No, it's just the opposite. Everything gets through. He has trouble with feelings and emotions, so he gets very frightened and confused. Wait. I'm not going to be able to question this boy? Wait. I'm not going to be able to question this boy? Probably not. Sorry. GENTLE MUSIC Thank you. LEO: Dean, why does he want to see us way out there? We didn't do anything wrong. Shall I turn around? No. He'd kill us. Well, he might kill us anyway. Are you being serious? Relax, Leo, please. OK, I'm scared. I'm getting really, really scared. Leo, stop it. We're doing this together. We didn't break any laws. No matter what he says, we'll do the right thing. So just relax. (Dog barks) Jesus! OK, can we go home now, please? Yeah. All right. (Dog barks continuously) (Whistles) (Dog barks) (Dog barks continuously) (Whistles) (Dog barks) It's him. Let's just get this over with. OK. (Dog barks and whimpers) This changes everything. Now somebody else knows. Oh, God. What happened to the boy? Now somebody else knows. Oh, God. What happened to the boy? He's alive. He's being held in a lock-down unit in a Chicago hospital. Why don't we tell somebody? unit in a Chicago hospital. Why don't we tell somebody? Because we ARE somebody, Leo. We're the ones that are ultimately responsible for this. There isn't anybody to tell. So I want the puzzle line kept open 24 hours a day and I want you two to do your fucking jobs! (Barks) Quiet! Maybe I'm going about this the wrong way. You know, my wife says my people skills are like my cooking skills - quick and tasteless. But in the end, it's about saving lives. Isn't that the point? Yes? Yeah. Yes. I know a man named Rasheed Halabi, born in New Jersey. Valedictorian of his high school class, worked his way through MIT. Right now, he's a colonel in Saddam's Republican Guard. WE put him there. It's him this code is protecting. There are thousands of other men and women just like him whose identities are protected by this code. We can save their lives. I give you my pledge. I want you to give me yours. Diligence, loyalty, and above all...absolute silence. DAVID LETTERMAN: Hey, here's an interesting story. '60 Minutes', right here on CBS on Sunday nights... DRAMATIC MUSIC APPLAUSE ON TV I've changed tyres doing 86. LAUGHTER ON TV BLUES MUSIC PLAYS (Sings) # Long ways from home # Can't sleep at night # Grab your telephone 'cause something just ain't right # It's evil # Evil is going on # Well, I warn you, girl # You'd better watch what's going on # Long ways from home # Can't sleep at all # 'Cause another... # LIFT BELL DINGS UNEASY MUSIC Where is everyone? Where are the police? Where's the guard that was here? Where are the police? Where's the guard that was here? They were called off 30 minutes ago. Take me to Simon Lynch. Unlock that door. We just transferred him... to Paediatrics. Unlock that door. We just transferred him... to Paediatrics. Where's that? Room 1106. Up those stairs one flight. Who authorised the transfer? His parents. I could understand them - they didn't want him alone... DRAMATIC MUSIC UNEASY MUSIC Can I help you? Hi. I'm with the FBI. I'm looking for Simon Lynch. Do you know where he is? Oh, he's suffered a minor head injury - nothing serious. We had to take him down to X-ray. Where is the X-ray? Radiology. 7th floor. Thanks. OMINOUS MUSIC No problem. SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC (Exclaims in disgust) (Screams) Shh! Shh! Shh. Ow! (Screams) MUFFLED SCREAMING Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Here we go. Let's get in the elevator. Hi. Hi. NURSE: Just made it, Doctor. You must be new. Welcome to Concordia. NURSE: Just made it, Doctor. You must be new. Welcome to Concordia. Thank you. You're very kind. SIMON: Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. LIFT BELL DINGS One. Thanks for the ride. Goodnight. Wait! (Yells) (Yells and screams) (Screams) Get up in that seat! Get up in that seat! TYRES SCREECH Get up in that seat! TYRES SCREECH Out of the way! TYRES SQUEAL TYRES SCREECH SIREN WAILS SIREN STOPS AND STARTS All right, all right. Leave it off. Leave it off. Come on, Simon. We don't need any more attention right now. Leave it off. Leave it off. Come on, Simon. We don't need any more attention right now. SIREN CONTINUES WAILING Leave it alone, all right? (Grunts frustratedly) SIREN WAILS Leave it... OK! OK, OK! OK! DIFFERENT SIREN SOUND Hey! Leave the buttons alone, goddammit! (Switches off siren) (Switches it on) (Calmly) Please. Please. (Switches siren off) TRAIN HORN BLARES (Sighs) One small step for mankind. Get your head down! GLASS SHATTERS TYRES SQUEAL CAR HORNS BEEP SQUEALING, SCRAPING NOISES SIMON: Daddy! CAR HORNS BEEP Mommy! Daddy! Mommy! Daddy! Hey! Mommy! Daddy! Mommy! Daddy! Mommy! Daddy! Mommy! Daddy! Mommy! Daddy! MOMMY! Let's go! Let's go! MOMMY! DADDY! Hang on to the fence! Hang on to the fence! MOMMY! Hang on to the fence! DRAMATIC MUSIC POUNDS (Continues wailing) DRAMATIC MUSIC TRAIN HORN BLARES NO!! No! Stop the train! (Mouths words) HORN BLASTS TRAIN SCREECHES DEAFENINGLY (Wails) TRAIN SCREECHES TO HALT (Whimpers) Come on. Let's go, Simon. Come on. TRAIN HORN BLARES OMINOUS MUSIC (Reads) "Friends. "Mr Pasqual, bus driver." Pasqual-eee! Pasqual-ee? That's his name - Mr Pasquale? "Do not talk to strangers." That why you won't talk - you think I'm a stranger? OMINOUS MUSIC Art. That's me. I'm your friend. See? Art is your friend. No! Art is a stranger! OK! OK, Simon. OK. (Wails) All right. OK. All right! OK. All right. QUIETLY THREATENING MUSIC Art is a stranger. OMINOUS MUSIC POUNDS MUSIC BUILDS (Tries door handle) MUSIC POUNDS UNH! KICKS THUD AGHHH! TRAIN HORN BLARES Hagh! (Grunts in frustration) Motherfucker! (Breathes heavily) GENTLE MUSIC (Softly) Who are you? GENTLE MUSIC DOORBELL RINGS (Keeps ringing doorbell) Sorry, Tommy. Come on, Simon. What the hell happened to you? DOOR CLOSES AND LOCKS You kidnapped him from the hospital? Are you crazy?! I didn't kidnap this kid. Lomax calls every 15 minutes. There's a warrant out for your arrest! I just killed a guy on a CTA. Oh, Christ. He was trying to kill us. How did this happen? Somebody pulled the cops off the kid at the hospital. It's not a murder-suicide. They were trying to get the kid! If he hadn't hidden... Stop it! Stop it! I cannot handle this paranoid conspiracy crap. Stop it! Stop it! I cannot handle this paranoid conspiracy crap. Guess what - it IS a conspiracy. Who pulled the cops off? Did dead Martin and Jenny Lynch say, "Stop protecting my kid"? Bullshit, Tom! This is real. I don't give a fuck. If I don't call Lomax, I'm an accessory. If you don't call Concordia or CTA, you're a dumb cop. Tell them to bring a body bag to put the pieces in. Arthur. Hi, Dana. Sorry we woke you up. It's good to see you. You too. It's been too long. Try not to bleed on my carpet. His name's Simon. Hello, Simon. I bet you're hungry. I have some peanut butter and jelly in the kitchen. Now, how's that sound? This is my son TJ. TJ, this is Simon. Hi. Why don't we go in the kitchen... TJ, why don't we go in the kitchen and make something to eat and maybe Simon will come too. Here you go, Art. It's still a little damp, but at least it's clean. Thanks, Dana. You're welcome. Simon, I think these will fit you. TJ: Hey! Not my Frank Thomas shirt! DANA: What have I told you about sharing? I thought you'd done taking those downers. Yeah. So? There's no body on the 'L' tracks. What? No body, no blood, no casing. Nothing. Who could've got it cleaned up that fast? Give him up. What? The kid. Give him up. Take him back. Would you give your own kid up? It's not your kid! Yeah. Well, right now, he's nobody's kid. His mom and dad got shot dead by a real bad guy. Remember? Let's go, Simon. Art, just let me get these clothes on him, all right? Let's go, Simon. Art, just let me get these clothes on him, all right? I need your car keys. Should I just walk around the streets with this kid? Come on. I'm reporting it stolen in the morning. Thanks. (Turns off engine) (Speaks softly) going to sing. Daddy's going to sing. How can you not be tired? Daddy's going to sing. GENTLE MUSIC Daddy's not here... right now, Simon. (Insistently) Daddy's going to sing. I told you, your daddy's not here now! Daddy's going to sing. I told you, your daddy's not here now! (Softly) Daddy's going to sing. Oh, God! How am I supposed to explain this? (Softly) Daddy's going to sing. Oh, God! How am I supposed to explain this? Daddy's going to sing. Daddy's going to sing. Daddy's going to sing. Daddy's going to sing. Just gonna close my eyes for a minute, Simon. (Continues chant softly) POIGNANT MUSIC TRAIN HORN BLARES TRAIN RUMBLES BY Argh! Shit! Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! (Starts up engine) (sighs) Come on, Simon. Where the hell are you? (sighs) PILL BOTTLE HITS ROAD GENTLE MUSIC Simon. Simon. Let's go for a ride. GENTLE MUSIC (Robotically) Left. Left on Kenwood. Left. OK. We are going left. Howard Avenue. To Jay Street. That's right. Jay Street... ..to West 23rd Street. You know where we're going? ..to West 23rd Street. You know where we're going? Simon is going home. Yeah. Simon is going home. DOOR CRASHES OPEN Come on. Mommy! Simon is home. Mommy! Simon is home. Simon is home. Want this? Very hot. Sip it slowly. GENTLE MUSIC ELECTRONIC COMPUTING HUM REVELATORY MUSIC BUILDS DIAL TONE (Pushes numbers) RECEIVER RINGS COMPUTER BEEPS Get it, please. RECORDED VOICE: Congratulations! You've reached the Puzzle Centre. For solving one of our Master Puzzles, you've won a subscription to the magazine of your choice. What is your name, address and telephone number? to the magazine of your choice. What is your name, address and telephone number? You are a stranger. That's him! Dean. Dean, he's calling from his own house. We have to call Kudrow now! What are you doing? We have to call Kudrow now! What are you doing? Is that you, Simon? Simon, is that you? (Whispers) Give me the phone. Who is this? Answer me! Who is this? Hello? This is the FBI. We'll trace this number. Who is this?! No, you won't. You can't trace it. Not this number. Who is this? What agency do you work for? Dean, do not tell him who we are! Don't tell him my name. I need some more time, all right? Don't call this number again. I'm gonna set up an email address. Einstein. Check it in the morning. No! No, don't hang... DIAL TONE VOICES OUTSIDE VOICES ON POLICE RADIO SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC SIMON: Mommy, Daddy. Mommy... Come on, Simon - let's go. Come on! Mommy... Come on, let's go. Come on. That's it. He can do it again. You think this agent can figure out what you're doing? He'd better. That boy's life's at risk. This is bad. (Shouts) He'll assume I was in on it too! This is bad. (Shouts) He'll assume I was in on it too! They can't hear you on the moon. Listen... I don't want to. You're scaring me. If anything happens to me, you'll know who did it. Do what you're supposed to do. No. You will. I know it. (Types) Try 'CIA'. No. Let's try 'FBI'. Good. Good. Um... Albert. Try "E = MC squared". All caps. Mm-hm. SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC I'll give you some privacy. Thanks. Hey, partner. I need your help with something. It's a puzzle. Can you help me with a puzzle? Puzzle. That's right - puzzle. It's right over here. Come on. I'm gonna lift you up now, OK? Just put you up on the chair. Can you read that? Simon? ELECTRONIC COMPUTING HUM What does it say? Simon? ELECTRONIC COMPUTING HUM What does it say? Today, 12:00. Wrigley Building. Good boy. (Chats on phone) Uh...hello? Hello? Ow! Oh, I'm sorry. Sorry. Are you OK? Really, I'm fine. I'm sorry. It was...my fault. I should've watched where I was going. No, I shouldn't have had it there. The way my day's going, I'm lucky you didn't sue me. What have you got in there - plumbing supplies? Look, this is gonna sound crazy, but, um...I have a little problem and I was wondering if you could help me out. See that little boy? Could you watch him for a couple of minutes? You didn't just accidentally trip over the case, did you? He's autistic, and I'm his...big brother. Not his real big brother. You know - Big Brothers of America. It's going really well, but I need to get a prescription filled, and normally I'd take him, but he's sitting there so calmly. You don't have to DO anything - just sit here and be your lovely self. Please. OK. Yeah. What's his name? Simon. You sure this is OK? Yeah. If I can handle a district manager, I can handle anyone. Thank you. I will be right back. Oh... What's your name? Stacey. Stacey...? Siebering. Stacey. Thank you so much. I'll be right back. I promise. I would've done it without the flattery. Hey, Simon. CHEERFUL CALYPSO MUSIC Just keep walking. Keep walking! Jeffries? Just keep walking. I wasn't sure you'd be here. Simon's read the code twice now. It's really incredible. It's also very dangerous. Who do you work for? The CIA? No. The Defense Department? I'm afraid you're not that lucky. I think the FBI likes to call us 'No Such Agency'. Why does the NSA want a nine-year-old autistic boy? Because the human brain's still a mystery. What? Look... The Reagan Administration mandated the National Security Agency to generate a new code to protect American informants working for foreign governments. We developed this super-code at huge expense and named it Mercury. We thought it was impenetrable. We developed this super-code at huge expense and named it Mercury. We thought it was impenetrable. You're saying a nine-year-old kid cracked this super-code? It doesn't matter. He can read it. He might even be able to recreate it. That's why he's in danger. The NSA would kill this kid to protect a code? That's why he's in danger. The NSA would kill this kid to protect a code? They may have already tried. I think my division chief may have given orders... Look, I'm just a cryptographer. A nerd. Maybe it's routine killing kids. Maybe my boss is an aberration... GUNSHOT (Onlookers scream) DRAMATIC MUSIC Call an ambulance! Get an ambulance! Move it! Move it! Get out of the way! SCREAMING Excuse me. Watch out! Watch out! Get out of the way! Watch out! Watch out! Move it, goddammit! Move! Move! Move it! Get out of the way! Look out! Watch out! Move! Get out of the way! DRAMATIC MUSIC Get down! Get down! SCREAMING SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC (All chatter animatedly) MUSIC BUILDS Goddammit. MURMUR OF POLICE RADIO Excuse me. FBI. Where's your security office? Through the door, to the right. Thank you. (Tries door handle) (Taps on glass) DOOR BUZZES Hi. Hi. Special Agent Jeffries with the FBI. Can I help you? I hope so. Where's the tape for this camera? I hope so. Where's the tape for this camera? Um...here it is. No, um... Look, it's my ass if you take that. Um...here it is. No, um... Look, it's my ass if you take that. Then don't tell anyone. Thank you. (Breathes heavily) Damn it! Excuse me! Excuse me. Excuse me, please. Excuse me. CAR HORN BEEPS Hey! Come on, gotta go. Sorry. What happened? Sorry. He almost got away from me. You didn't say to watch him every second. Sorry. I shouldn't have left the coffee shop... NO! CAR HORN BLARES (Screams) All right! All right! All right! All right! All right! Don't scream. All right. All right. All right! All right! Don't scream. All right. All right. (Whimpers) Oh, my God. He doesn't see things like other people do. MURMUR OF POLICE RADIO So, where'd you just go? Rob a bank or something? I gotta get him outta here. Let's go, Simon. Thank you, Stacey. Thanks for all your help. Come on. GENTLE MUSIC BOX TUNE Dad would kill for this. How much? $100. Get real. Hey! Have you ever thought, what are we gonna collect when we're old? Plaid shirts and Kramer dolls? What's the matter? Dean's dead. He's been shot. What?! He wanted to go to Chicago. I said, "Don't go." He wanted me to help him and... Someone shot him? Who would shoot him? I can't tell you. Leo...I want to help you but you have to let me in. Tell me what's going on. He'll find out. Who? You mean Kudrow? I don't have the capabilities to email over his head. I can't use the phone because everything's recorded. Everything is connected to everything and there's nothing I can do. Low-tech rules. TAPPING ON DOOR DOOR BUZZES Congratulations. You made it to the very top of our own perp board. I don't have to tell you how pissed Lomax is. He's keeping it low-key to cover his ass. But you don't have much time. Yeah. Did you find out who the shooter is? Whatever happened to, "Good morning, Tommy. How are you? "Sorry about your car - it got impounded. "You can't get it for two weeks." Did you get in trouble? No. I said you stole it. Found him in the Defense Department databanks. His name is Peter Burrell - Special Forces. So, let's bring him in. Can't. Unless you want to dig him up. He's dead. He's listed as killed in Beirut, 1982. You still think I'm paranoid? I don't know, man. Who knows? If you are, I guess I'm paranoid too. We're in over our heads. We can't fuck with the NSA. So? We find somebody to talk to. Who? Lomax? He's a company man. NSA could've gotten to him too. Fine. I'll go above Lomax. You're not doing anything else. You got a wife and kid to look after. Go do that. Really. All right, then, what are you gonna do? I don't know. Why are you doing this, Art? That kid isn't your responsibility. Whose responsibility is he? GENTLE, SAD MUSIC Look at him. Looks like a regular kid, right? One little circuit gets crossed...zap! Should've been smart. Go to college. Meet a girl. Get married. Have some kids. Be cool. Are we talking about him, Art, or are we talking about you? Thanks for getting this together for me. Be careful. Yeah. OMINOUS MUSIC Jesus! Who the fuck are you? Oh... Oh...please. Please... Ugh... DOOR BUZZER BUZZING CONTINUES OK! Oh, you? What do you want? It's 2:00 in the morning and you don't know me this well. Please. I need to talk. BUZZING CONTINUES Stop it! You're gonna wake up my neighbours. Oh... Oh, man. We need a place to stay. How did you get this address? I looked it up. It's not listed. The name of your company was on your sample case. I called them. It's not listed. The name of your company was on your sample case. I called them. Oh. Right. Ask my company for my address, they give it to you? No. Please. Stacey... I'm an FBI agent. Yeah. I bought one of those for my little brother. $5. I saw you hiding from the police. I think I'll... No, listen. I really am an FBI agent. Please help us. Hello, Simon. Hello. Please. Move your foot. Thank you. Thank you very much. Would it be stupid to ask, if you're an FBI agent, why you don't call them for help? The FBI's looking for me too. Oh, great! So, how does this work - you murder me now or wait till I'm asleep? Simon just needs a little sleep, that's all. He's been up for a long time, and... ..you just seem like a nice person, that's all. Come on, Simon. I'll show you where your bed is. Come on. Are you thirsty? He gets the guestroom, you get the couch. Food in there. Bathroom. You can wash up after yourself. Let's take this off. That's good. Now lie down. OK? Let's take these off, all right? One. Two. OK... That's good. Are you OK? Goodnight, Simon. Look... (Puts shoes under bed) I have to be up in a few hours. I'm flying to Des Moines in the morning. If I don't make a sale tomorrow, I don't pay my rent. So, unless there's anything else that you need, I'd like to try to get some sleep. No, there's nothing else. Thank you. I promise we'll be out first thing in the morning. (Rings bicycle bell) God, Leo, you won't believe my morning. Did I leave my...? Leo? (Gasps) Oh, my God. Tom. There's a woman downstairs asking to see Art Jeffries. Bring her up. She'll only talk to Art. Do me a favour... I haven't logged it in. Yet. Good. TAPPING ON DOOR (Cocks gun) DOOR BUZZES How you doing, man? Anybody else with you? No. This is Emily Lang. Emily, why don't you have a seat? Go ahead. Are you Art Jeffries? Yeah, I'm Art Jeffries. My boyfriend's last will and testament. I worked with him at NSA. The other voice on the line. His name...was Leo. He was gonna mail one letter to you. The other was addressed to the Senate Oversight Committee. The letters are gone. This is all that's left. "It has come to my attention "that my section director and immediate superior, Nicholas Kudrow, "was directly involved in the deaths of Martin and Jenny Lynch... "..parents of Simon Lynch, "and the death of Dean Crandell, my colleague and friend." And they killed Leo too. Right after he wrote that letter. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Thank you for coming down, Emily. I'm sorry about Leo. You said you'd be gone before I went to Des Moines this morning, where, hopefully, I'd sell enough shoes to make the rent. Only, that didn't happen, because you had an 'emergency'! Actually, it WAS an emergency. Only, that didn't happen, because you had an 'emergency'! Actually, it WAS an emergency. Maybe with you, it's constant emergencies. Everything has to be about excitement, everything exciting. There are guys like that. Yes, there are. But I don't happen to be one. Listen to me... Look at me! This is not about me, all right? It's about that little boy. And he needs some help. And as far as I can tell, you're a decent, caring person. I promise we'll be out of your life as soon as possible, OK? Now, look. If, for some reason, there is an emergency... Oh! You mean a DIFFERENT emergency? there is an emergency... Oh! You mean a DIFFERENT emergency? Yes, a different emergency. Don't call the police, OK? Call this guy. He's with the FBI... I call the FBI, not the police? Right. Police can't protect Simon. Right. Look... (Tears off paper) Simon's only in danger if they know where he is. They don't, so he's not in danger. So you're not. All right? Right. Unless there's an emergency. (Laughs) Well, it's good to see you're keeping your sense of humour. Yeah. Look, I promise you I'll be back in this apartment at 2:00 tomorrow afternoon, all right? And I don't...know how yet, but I'll make this up to you. OK? Thank you. Take care. DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES I don't know if it qualifies as a plan. I'm gonna fly out there and show him Leo's letter. Here's the bad news - you gotta get Simon into the Witness Protection Program. Right away. I'm not even supposed to be talking to you. How do I authorise a move like that? (Sighs) Lie. Cheat. I don't give a shit. If you don't do it, that kid's dead. Has it occurred to you Kudrow might shoot you on sight? dead. Has it occurred to you Kudrow might shoot you on sight? Yeah, it has occurred to me. If that happens, you know what to do with these. Hope I see you later. Sandy! So glad you could make it. I heard Ken had back surgery. Did you have anything to do with that? Can I help you? Excuse me. Nick, my good friend. I want you to know your Mercury thing's a goddamn triumph. I mean that. I appreciate that, Senator. It's a real feather in your cap. The whole Oversight Committee's singing your praises. You're getting a reputation as the can-do guy. Thanks very much. I really appreciate that. There's a guy outside in a cab. Who? Says he's with the Bureau. Would you excuse me a moment? (Opens letter) If he wasn't Bureau, I wouldn't have even bothered you. But I didn't know, sir. Teddy, you used good judgment. I'd like to see him. He's not very presentable, sir. Well, bring him in the back way. I'll meet him in the wine cellar. Nick! I can't believe you look so good for someone so old. How do you do that? Drugs, my dear. Massive doses. Please don't handle the wine, Mr Jeffries. Yes, I've read your file. A deeply troubled FBI agent with a lousy record kidnaps a nine-year-old boy. Nice going. Now you come to my home, in the middle of a social function, carrying a gun, to confront me with this fabricated, unsigned accusation allegedly written by Leo Pedranski who was killed two days ago - by you, for all I know. What do you want, Mr Jeffries? I'd like to return to my guests. by you, for all I know. What do you want, Mr Jeffries? I'd like to return to my guests. Unsigned accusation... ..was typed on carbon paper. Who uses that any more? The late Leo Pedranski's fingerprints are all over it. Mmm... Pommerell's a little corky. I'm sure the Senate Oversight Committee won't have any problem connecting you with the murder. But...you haven't given the carbon to the Senate Oversight Committee, because if you had, you wouldn't be here now. You've got your precious carbon tucked away, guaranteeing your personal safety, etc, etc, so you can come here and demand...what? Untold millions in unmarked bills? I asked you not to handle the wine, please. (Chuckles) You know, it's good to see you got your priorities in order. That's better. You're not worried about murdering a nine-year-old boy, but you're worried about this fucking wine? BOTTLE SMASHES Here's the deal. I don't give the Senate Oversight Committee the carbon, they don't waste three years with their investigation, running around wailing and moaning, "How could this happen in America?" while you have one of your spooks whack Simon Lynch. "How could this happen in America?" while you have one of your spooks whack Simon Lynch. Or? Or you do the only thing that'll guarantee Simon Lynch's safety. You or one of your superiors, or the President of the United States. I really don't give a fuck who. But someone is going to go on national television and tell America that your billion-dollar uncrackable code's been cracked by a nine-year-old autistic boy. Then you get your carbon back. You know what I think, Mr Jeffries? I think you've seen too many 4-wheel drive commercials on TV. (Laughs) The ones where you get to drive fast and be a renegade. Let's talk about the real world for a moment, shall we? Where you're not some wonderful lone-wolf hero. You're part of a team. And you play your position because that's what America is, Mr Jeffries - it's one big team. Now, this might be difficult for you to grasp, but I am a patriot. And a patriot is one who makes the right moral choice. Sometimes it takes a strong man to make that choice. One boy, who cannot survive on his own, one of nature's mistakes, weighed against the lives of thousands of our people. Think about it. You worked undercover. How many of our agents will be put in danger if this code's compromised? Members of your team. Men like Rasheed Halabi - an Iraqi American and a great patriot. A man who, as we speak, is undercover in Saddam's Republican Guard. A man who has not seen his family... Agh! That's for Simon's parents, you piece of shit. (Coughs) You got 36 hours. Enough time to get your undercover people out of harm's way. (Coughs) Oh, by the way... ..happy birthday, Nick. PHONE RINGS Hello? ART: Hey. Hey. It's me. Yeah. You all right? Yeah, I'm all right. How did it go with Witness Protection? TOMMY: Everything's set. Tomorrow night, 8:15, the US Marshals are sending a chopper to the heliport on top of the GEX Building. I took your advice - I lied. ART: All right. Good. See you then. 'Bye. (Hangs up) That was recorded on Passive EOX at Agent Jordan's residence last night, sir, at 11:58pm. As to the pick-up, since the boy won't be alone, I suggest we wait until we get him on the chopper. I saw them do this in the movies! PHONE RINGS How are you, laddy-boy? PHONE CONTINUES RINGING WATER FLOWS LOUDLY, LOUD CARTOON MUSIC Oh, not again! Simon, turn it down, please! PHONE RINGS Hello. CARTOON: Maybe I AM crazy. Hello. Maybe I'd BETTER see a psych-psychia-psychi... Hello? ...go see a doctor. DIAL TONE How much do I owe you? Oh, $20, sir. Here. Thanks a lot. Stacey? Stacey! Shit! PHONE RINGS Hello. Tommy, where are they now? Relax, Art. Simon and the girl are fine. I talked to them a few hours ago. She got spooked. Someone called and the line was dead. I talked to them a few hours ago. She got spooked. Someone called and the line was dead. I called from the airplane. You told them where Witness Protection picks them up? I called from the airplane. You told them where Witness Protection picks them up? Absolutely. (Sighs) She's meeting us there. Everything's set. Listen, I've got to go. LOMAX: Agent Jordan. Lieutenant Colonel Kudrow of the NSA. Now, what am I looking at here, Tommy? You forged documents to the US Attorney's Office to obtain witness protection under false pretences. Chief, don't listen to anything this guy tells you. Tommy... This guy's dangerous. Tommy... This guy's the... Sit down and don't speak. Agent Jordan, regardless of what you think of me I only want to resolve this situation - to rescue a young boy from a delusional kidnapper. We will proceed with the pick-up as planned. And, as of this moment, the FBI will stand down and the NSA will take over from here. Gentlemen. Chief, take a look at this. I'm not taking a look. You have to. Leo Pedranski worked for Kudrow. He wrote that letter and was killed after he wrote it. The fingerprints on it are an exact match for his. Up. That's where we're going, Simon. Come on. LOW, OMINOUS MUSIC FOOTSTEPS Is that you, Art? I'm a United States Marshal with the Witness Protection Program. How do you do? Good. You must be Simon. (Man yells) The chopper is approaching! Why don't you come with me? (Squeals) He doesn't like being touched by strangers. I'll take him. Come on, Simon. Let's go see the helicopter. I thought Art was supposed to meet us here. The plans have changed, but I assure you your country owes you a great debt of gratitude. MAN: Chopper coming in! Don't have much time! For the boy's safety, you should go home and forget you were ever here. OK. Simon, you're going to go for a ride in the helicopter. Goodbye, Simon. You can go with him. Tommy, they're on the helipad and the chopper's coming in. You have a green light. Go! Let's go. Let's move! MAN: Go! TENSE MUSIC Hold them back! Aarggh! Stay down! Stay down! (Cries out) (Screams) GUNFIRE CONTINUES (Screams shrilly) Ugh! (Groans) (Screams) GUNFIRE CONTINUES NO! NO, SIMON! TENSE MUSIC (Cries out) KUDROW: Come on! ART: DON'T! NO! NO, SIMON! NO! SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS (Gasps) SOMBRE MUSIC Tommy, no! Hold them back! Hold your fire. Keep them back! No! (Screams) (Simon screams) (Moans) SOLEMN MUSIC Where's your team leader? Right here, Agent Jeffries. This is Kudrow's piece. My 9mm's down on the sidewalk. I'll take care of it. WISTFUL MUSIC OK. Let's see what you've got. (Girl speaks indistinctly) OK. Let's see what you've got. (Girl speaks indistinctly) Try saying 'bug'. Bug. Can you look at me? Mm-hm. Bug. Bug. That's very good! I like that very much. Thank you. GENTLE, MELLOW MUSIC Can I help you? I'm Art Jeffries, a friend of Simon Lynch. Yes, I know. His foster parents told me all about you. How's he doing? He's fine. He's adjusted very well. Do you want to say hello? Ah, he probably wouldn't remember me. I was told, uh... not to expect too much. But I brought him some puzzles. Uh...he likes puzzles. You think you could give these to him, please? Sure, but, uh...I think it would be better for Simon if YOU did. It's OK. Come on. Thank you. Hey, Simon. How are you doing, partner? Here, I brought you some new puzzles. How do you like those? Hey, Simon, look at me. Look at me, Simon. Look in my eyes. Look in my eyes. It's me - Art. GENTLE THEME MUSIC