REPORTER: (ON RADIO) People have to realize,
we cannot make everybody totally safe,
even if we allocated the entire
federal budget towards security.
I promise you there is
not an easier job...
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
in the whole federal government than
riding first class in airplanes from...
Yeah.
I know. I'm sorry.
No, no, you can trust me. I'm fine.
(PLANE APPROACHING)
What? I can't hear you.
I can't hear you!
(CAR HORN)
MAN: Hey, man, you got a light?
Sir. Excuse me.
Excuse me, sir. You got a light?
Yeah. Sorry.
WOMAN: (ON PA)
May I have your attention, please?
MAN: So, where you off to?
Where you headed?
I'm headed to Amsterdam.
WOMAN: (ON PA)
May I have your attention, please?
The white zone is for
the immediate loading
and unloading of passengers only.
Here you go, sir.
Enjoy your flight.
MAN: Everyone and their
mother's in the game right now.
You got Korean phones, Japanese
phones, Scandinavian phones.
OS is trying to keep up with the hardware
from 15 different manufacturers.
Right!
That's what I've been saying.
No one listens to me!
Dude, you're preaching to the choir!
It makes absolutely no sense.
Really? I guess I'm in your way.
New Yorkers, man, I swear to God.
Give me two minutes.
Clear.
Right this way, sir. Please.
Listen to me. Listen to me. I cannot
stay in London for three days.
Get me on the next flight back.
Please, look. This is...
This is a bad time for...
"You have to do what you have to
do." Well, guess what? So do I.
Here.
Long flights are the worst.
No, thanks.
Hi, baby.
MAN: (ON PA)
Good evening, passengers.
WOMAN: There's a mix-up
with my reservation.
I was supposed to have a window
seat and they put me in an aisle.
Maybe you could move
some people around,
'cause I was guaranteed
the window seat.
I'm sorry about that, Ms. Summers.
MAN: (ON PA) At this time we are
inviting passengers with small children,
or who require assistance,
to board at this time.
Once again, in the boarding area,
we are ready to begin our priority
boarding Flight 10 to London.
We'll begin general boarding
in just a few minutes.
WOMAN: Are you all set to board?
GIRL: So we have to go on the runway?
Come on, sweetheart.
Is this everything?
Yeah. My mom checked
my big bag for me.
Have you flown by yourself before?
No. This is my first time.
WOMAN: You're gonna have a lovely time.
NANCY: Welcome aboard. Yes, just
through there and down to the left.
Nancy, this is Becca. It's her
first time on an airplane.
Wonderful. Who's waiting
for you in London?
My dad.
Well, we've a seat by the
window all picked out for you.
Look, I know it may seem scary,
but flying's really quite fun.
I believe this little
guy made a run for it.
What's his name?
Henry.
Yeah, he looks like a Henry.
That's a good name.
- Well...
- Becca.
Becca, I think Henry's
a little scared.
Maybe you can show
him how it's done.
Good girl.
I'm sorry, am I in your way?
Again?
We are right up here.
ATTENDANT: (ON PA)
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
As a reminder, all carry-on luggage
must fit in the overhead bin
or be safely stowed under
the seat in front of you.
If you're having trouble
fitting your luggage,
we'll be happy to check it for you.
Thank you for choosing British
Aqualantic. Enjoy the flight.
JEN: Do you know, is there
somebody sitting there?
- Do you know who has that seat?
- No, sorry.
WOMAN: Is somebody sitting here?
Hey, I'm on the plane. And guess what?
They effed up my reservation.
We land at 7:35.
Did they book a car?
Hang on. Hang on.
Excuse me. Sir? I'm here in 3B.
I was wondering if maybe
you'd switch seats
with me so I could have the window?
Do you care?
Do you speak English?
Okay. Thank you.
Excuse me. Excuse me. Sir?
Hi. I'm right here, I'm in 3B
and I was just wondering if maybe
you would prefer the aisle,
or if you don't care, if you would
switch with me for the window seat?
A lot of people just sleep
anyway, so I was wondering if...
Sure. Why not?
Thank you so much.
I really appreciate that.
Sorry, let me get out of your way.
Let me help you.
MAN: There's room right up here.
ATTENDANT: Aqualantic is pleased to
offer extensive in-flight entertainment
with hundreds of video and music
programming at your fingertips.
Oh, God.
WOMAN: (ON CELL PHONE)
Hello? Are you there?
Your phone.
- What?
- Hello?
- Your phone.
- Oh, shit.
- Hello?
- Hi. Hi, hi.
I'll call you when we land, okay?
All right, bye.
Rough day, huh?
Yeah, you have no idea.
Hi, excuse me.
Could I get a gin and tonic,
when you get a chance?
- Of course.
- Make that two, please.
God.
- Nancy, right? Gwen.
- Yeah.
Thank God for you.
Girl doesn't show up and leaves me
to handle two cabins.
You're a lifesaver.
If I pass out, just promise to
catch me before I hit the floor.
Not if I do first.
Can I get you gentlemen
anything before we taxi?
No, thanks, Nance, I'm fine.
What?
Nothing.
Ground, this is AQ-10, we're ready
to disconnect ground power.
You naughty boy.
- (CHUCKLES)
- Naughty.
Thank you.
Didn't you order gin and tonic?
Did I?
'Cause she brought you a water.
It's not my lucky day.
CAPTAIN: (ON PA)
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,
welcome aboard British Aqualantic
Flight 10, non-stop service to London.
I'm your captain, David McMillan,
flying with First
Officer Kyle Rice.
And we expect a smooth
ride this evening
- with a flight time of just over six hours.
- Seatbelts, thank you.
We should have you in
the air momentarily.
This is a beautiful
picture they took of her.
ATTENDANT: Sir, could you move
your seat-back forward? Thank you.
Flight attendants, please
be seated for takeoff.
What's that for? Is that for luck?
Something like that.
My daughter gave it to me.
Better than a gin and tonic, I bet.
It is.
I'm Jen.
Bill.
- You fly much?
- All the time, actually.
Yeah, I can tell.
It's just the takeoff.
Once we're in the air, I'll...
You'll have a seizure?
I'll be fine. I promise.
You actually fly all the time?
Some things you never get used to.
How old's your daughter?
Now, she's, uh, 17.
What's her name?
Olivia.
- That's nice.
- Yeah.
I like that name, it's a nice name.
So, Why'd she give you the ribbon?
Some kids have blankets, stuffed animals.
Olivia had ribbons.
This was hers when she was little.
She'd tie it to a finger or
toe before going to bed.
And then in the morning,
she'd make me guess.
- Where she put it?
- Yeah.
That's cute. That's really cute.
Yeah, and then she grew up.
I suppose I need it
more than she did.
Anyway.
So, what do you do for a living?
Well...
I fly a lot.
Oh. Yeah?
Yeah, but I think that
I'm gonna try to get some sleep.
- Get some sleep, sure.
- Yeah, it's gonna be a long flight.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sleep well.
- WOMAN: Stop!
- MAN: Baby...
(WOMAN SHUSHING AND LAUGHING)
- WOMAN: You're crazy!
- MAN: You're so hot, baby, I can't stop it! I can't!
WOMAN: People are watching!
MAN: No, no, no.
Nobody's watching. Nobody.
MAN: Oh, my God.
WOMAN: In front of my
mom, with no pants on
and half a Toblerone in his mouth.
MAN: He didn't.
Do you know him?
(SIGHS)
(CELL PHONE DINGING)
(CELL PHONE DINGING)
(CELL PHONE DINGING)
(CELL PHONE DINGING)
(CELL PHONE DINGING)
(CELL PHONE DINGING)
(CELL PHONE DINGING)
Excuse me.
What kind of tea do you have?
I'll have chamomile. Thanks.
Certainly.
(CELL PHONE DINGING)
- This your idea of a joke?
- What're you talking about?
If you have a problem with
me, say it to my face.
Don't play games on a
flight in a secure network.
You need to calm down, partner.
I was a cop for 25 years.
I knew men like you.
Men like me?
Men like me follow
goddamn protocol.
We're not even supposed
to be talking right now.
It's a secure network, Jack!
Bill, what the hell are
you talking about?
Don't deny you sent these.
Bill, I didn't send these.
See for yourself.
Then someone on this flight is
threatening to kill a passenger
unless $150 million is transferred
in the next 18 minutes.
Who knows about this?
You and me.
I say no way. It's bullshit.
Any threat to an aircraft
requires immediate landing.
Right, yeah, all right.
If there is a threat.
Come on, Bill.
You wanna be the agent
who lands an international flight
because some asshole knows
your personal problems?
Sends you a couple of joke texts?
Bill, I gotta ask you, how
many have you had today?
A threat's a threat!
Okay.
You really need to think this
through, partner, all right?
Listen, how do you
kill somebody aboard
a crowded plane and
get away with it?
Pretty hard to pull that
off, don't you think?
Bill, if there's not a
situation, you don't create one.
I'm going to see the captain.
You keep your eye
on the main cabin.
Bill? Don't panic
the cockpit. Bill?
I tell you, it's five hours in
and then, out of nowhere, he
suddenly sits up and he says...
- How do we validate the threat?
- We can't.
Captain? TSA says a full cross
check on the passenger manifest
could take 25 to 30 minutes.
We can divert the flight,
if this is for real.
The nearest airport?
Well, it's 95 minutes
back to Halifax,
two hours to Iceland,
three to London.
We're midway over the Atlantic.
You Okay?
It's this juice fast I'm on.
Gives me the shakes.
It's your call, Bill.
Do we have a situation?
Can we review the footage?
It's recorded directly
to the black box.
But I can watch all the camera
feeds live from the galley?
Yeah.
Get back on the line with TSA.
See if they can back trace
this account number.
In the meantime, I'll need
the passenger manifest.
I'll see if I can find him.
But in 10 minutes, I'd like you
to switch off the network system.
We don't want him checking to
see if a transfer's been made.
Nancy, come with me.
Two cameras in business,
six in coach.
We're gonna need more eyes.
I'll get another attendant.
How well do you know the crew?
Not very well.
- Excuse me.
- Yeah?
Will you come with me, please?
Now?
You want me to come right now?
This is a bad idea.
She was sitting beside
me when this started.
The only two people I trust on
this airplane are you and her.
Trust me with what?
What's going on?
I text, you circle any
passenger with a phone
or acting like they have a phone.
I'm not sure I understand what
it is you want me to do...
Please, just do as I ask.
DAVID: (ON PA)
Ladies and gentlemen, looks like
we've hit some
unexpected turbulence.
Please return to your seats and
keep your seatbelts fastened
until it's safe to move about
the cabin. Thank you.
There. 9B.
Seat 9B. David Norton.
22C.
Austin Reilly.
(PHONE RINGING)
2F.
NANCY: Jason Cole.
14C.
NANCY: 14C, Charles Wheeler.
13B.
Fahim Nasir.
5B.
NANCY: 5B. Iris Marianne.
(PHONE RINGING)
You better answer it.
Hello?
Bill?
Bill?
- Who is this?
- This is Philip Marenick.
I'm with TSA. I understand from
the captain you have a situation.
I need to speak to my supervisor.
Listen, I'm calling from
the DHS here in D.C.
From here on out,
I am your supervisor.
Now, Agent Marks, I need you...
I'm going to run seat numbers by you.
I need red flags and priors.
- That's a very serious request you put in.
- 20G.
Agent Marks, I need you to take me
through the events
from the beginning.
And we're looking into tracing
the account number you gave us.
20G again.
And as you know, protocol
dictates in these situations...
we corroborate everything with
the second officer on board.
20G again.
It's not him.
It's not who? Look, I'd rather
not jump to any conclusions.
Listen, Bill, I don't think
you're in a position to sort out
who's a suspect or
not at this point.
Agent Marks?
Bill?
Agent Marks, I need some sort
of acknowledgment from you.
Bill?
Agent Marks?
Marks, you need to answer me.
Hang on.
Marks, are you there?
Go back to your seat.
You son-of-a-bitch!
Keep your voice down.
- Hand it over!
- What're you...
Bill, look at me, okay?
I need this money.
I can cut you in...
- Give me the goddamn phone, Jack.
- Just listen to me.
Give me the phone...
Jack! You son-of-a-bitch.
- Give it up, Marks.
- Stop it!
- Give it up.
- Stop it.
Damn it, Jack!
Stop it. Stop it!
Stop fighting!
Jack!
Don't do this, Jack.
Stop it!
Don't.
Don't.
Don't do this, Jack!
Don't!
(WATCH ALARM RINGING)
(CELL PHONE DINGING)
(CELL PHONE DINGING)
(CELL PHONE DINGING)
DAVID: Ladies and gentlemen,
this is your captain speaking.
I apologize for the
inconvenience...
Shit.
But our network is
down for the moment.
If you just bear with us, we'll
attempt to restart the Internet.
- Turn the network back on.
- What?
The network, turn it on.
We'll keep you posted.
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)
I need the network system back on.
Go ahead, Nance.
The account number you gave us.
It's in your name.
What?
TSA just confirmed it.
That doesn't make any sense.
You know me.
You know I'd never do...
I know, I know.
Look, the 20 minutes are up.
Has anything happened?
No.
It's probably just a hoax.
Some elaborate middle finger
to the airline industry.
Excuse me. Are you waiting?
No. Go ahead.
Agent...
Hi, ma'am.
Agent Marenick, who you spoke with,
will continue to handle the
investigation from D.C.
David...
And they've asked me to take
your badge and your gun.
- BILL: No.
- DAVID: Bill.
- No.
- Bill...
I don't have a choice here.
I'm the air marshal.
- Bill...
- Okay. Okay.
Look, just sit back, relax,
- and...
- Enjoy the flight.
Enjoy the flight, yeah.
Was it him? The guy in 20G?
No, it was nothing.
I dropped my stupid
phone in the sink.
Oh, God, I do that all the time.
I lost like five
phones in six months,
and then I learned
this little trick.
Here we go.
So, should I be worried?
No, not at all.
It was a mistake to
involve you, I'm sorry.
So, if it's not him, then
why do you have his phone?
I have to be careful, even when
there's nothing to
be concerned about.
It's my job.
As a passenger, don't I have the
right to know what's going on?
- Listen... Jen, right?
- Yeah.
It's an innocent prank.
Some kid with a cell phone.
If it was on the ground,
I'd catch him
in two seconds flat, but up here,
traveling at 500 miles an hour,
I can't track his phone.
There's nothing I can do.
There's nothing you can do?
Aren't you an air marshal?
Ma'am, please return to your seat.
Did you just call me "ma'am"?
Please return to your seat.
Seriously? Did you call me "ma'am"?
Now.
Okay, Bill.
I'm going.
- Thank you.
- Ugh.
Agent Hammond?
Just a moment.
Nancy.
Sorry. The indicator
must be broken.
I was looking for Agent Hammond.
What's wrong?
Nancy, wait. Wait!
Nancy, please.
Calm down, calm down.
Calm down.
Please, I can explain this.
Okay?
This is a setup.
The captain just told
me that the account
they want the money
wired to is in my name.
Do you think I would
extort $150 million
using an account in my own name?
He was transporting cocaine, Nancy.
Whoever we're looking
for knew that.
He threatened Hammond,
made him paranoid.
I found out, and Hammond
tried to kill me.
The person who's doing this,
he wants it to look like this.
Like two federal agents are
the ones doing this, not him.
Jack pulled a gun on me.
I had no choice.
Nancy?
I had no choice.
You know me.
You know I could never
do something like this.
Look at me.
I need you to believe me.
I believe you.
In 13 minutes, someone else will
die, unless I find him first.
I need you to help me.
BILL: (ON PA) Ladies and gentlemen,
may I have your attention, please?
My name is Bill Marks.
I'm the federal air marshal
assigned to this flight.
I apologize for the disturbance.
The TSA has recently
instituted a policy
of random searches aboard
international flights.
Unfortunately, this is one of
three lucky flights this month.
I'm gonna be coming
through the cabin.
If I call your name
and seat number,
please stand up and
move into the aisle.
If you're in possession of an
illegal substance, item or weapon,
it's best to just step forward now.
Captain, you might
want to hear this.
BILL: I need everybody to place both
hands on the seat in front of you.
What the hell is he doing?
Right now!
Contact TSA, tell them we
have a possible hijacking.
- Nancy, what's going on?
- It's just a random search.
Thank you.
Excuse me.
Jennifer Summers?
Should I have told you
about the bomb in my bag?
Let's not use that word
on a plane, please.
When I move on to the main
cabin, you watch business class.
If you see anything suspicious,
anything at all, get my attention.
- Scream, if you have to.
- Okay.
American paranoia.
Iris Marianne, 5B.
Stand up, please.
Is that how older men
pick up younger women?
Fondle first, talk later?
Phone.
Why don't you enter your number?
- You're a little young for me.
- (GIGGLES)
Who does this guy think he is?
WOMAN: It's all right. Just calm down!
- Just married?
- Yesterday.
- Congratulations.
- Thank you.
Sit down.
It's nothing to worry about.
Happens all the time.
- 13B, Fahim Nasir.
- Bullshit.
- Stand.
- Thank you, sir.
Feeling okay?
Flying is not my cup of tea.
Tell me about it.
- You're a doctor.
- How do you know?
Your bag. Can you
fetch it up, please?
Sure. It's right down here.
What kind of doctor?
Molecular neuroscience.
Sounds interesting.
Hey, look, man, some of us
need to get some sleep.
Sir, sit down. Be quiet.
14C, Charles Wheeler? Stand.
There was nothing in his bag?
What's the purpose of your trip?
I have a client in Brighton.
I'm a bankruptcy attorney.
Yeah? You any good?
- Why? Oh, you need one?
- Sit down.
Sir, you need to keep your hands on
the seat in front of you. Thank you.
MAN: This sucks.
This is crazy. Are we next?
Just relax.
Okay, 22C. Austin Reilly. Stand.
Hey, look. Can we move this along?
Seriously, man.
I'm not gonna tell you again.
Mr. Reilly, what do
you do for a living?
NYPD.
London your final destination?
My fairy brother's getting married
to a guy with a British accent.
Mind if I take a
look at your phone?
MAN: Come on, man. Are you serious?
This is some Big Brother-type shit.
Take your seat.
You, step into the aisle.
Come on, up!
Up! Right now!
Nah, man, I'm good.
I'm not asking. Shades off.
Come on. What is it,
like 2:00 a.m.?
Why don't you go back up there
so I can go back to sleep, man?
- Shades.
- No, dude!
Come on, man! Yo, chill!
Let me see your phone.
I don't have a phone, man.
WOMAN: Jesus.
This isn't yours?
Man, I ain't never
seen that before.
Looks a hell of a lot like the
one you were using at the gate.
MAN: This is ridiculous.
Sit down.
Gladly.
(CELL PHONE DINGING)
What happened to Amsterdam?
I'm connecting to London.
Show me your boarding pass.
What's your name?
Tom Bowen. Why?
Man, take it easy.
Move!
I didn't do anything!
Look, I have rights!
- Come here.
- (PHONE RINGING)
- Marenick?
- Marks, what the hell is going on there?
Listen to me. The threat is real.
I want you to stop doing whatever
you're doing immediately.
I have a suspect in custody.
I need a background check.
Seat 24E, Tom Bowen, B-O-W-E-N.
You have unlawfully subdued
innocent passengers, Marks.
I don't have time for this.
You called your supervisor before
the flight and threatened him.
- What?
- He wouldn't book you an overtime flight
and you said you'd do
what you had to do.
- I didn't threaten anyone.
- Is that right? Marks?
I need to run a full check
on Tom Bowen, seat 24E.
- Marks, damn you!
- Now! You're wasting time.
Marks... Agent Marks, you are hereby
relieved of duty. Do you hear me?
In three minutes, someone on this
plane is gonna die. Do you hear me?
Bowen is clean, Bill. He's a
schoolteacher, for Christ's sake.
He has family in London.
Everyone on that flight is clean.
Everyone except you.
Marks?
You said Amsterdam.
I never asked you
where you were going.
You volunteered that information.
Why would you lie
to a federal agent?
Look, I didn't know you
were a federal agent.
Why would you lie to a stranger?
You can answer questions now, or
in federal custody when we land.
Look. Okay, Jesus.
He said he'd give me $100 if I asked
you where you were flying. Okay?
I don't know why I said Amsterdam.
I swear to God, I didn't know
you were a federal marshal.
- Bullshit!
- I swear to God!
He said he wanted to play a prank
on his friend. Will, right?
Bill.
Bill. Whatever, man.
I did it for 100 bucks.
- Who was he?
- I don't know!
What does he look like?
He was white with brown hair, a European
accent, like 30, 35 years old...
- Is he on this plane?
- I don't know, I didn't see him.
When I went back, he didn't
pay me, he was already gone.
- You'd know him if you saw him?
- I don't know!
I never saw him get on
the plane, man, I swear!
Humor me. Look!
God damn it!
Come on, look.
I don't see him.
Look.
- Come on, look!
- God damn it! I don't see him!
- Right there.
- Where?
Right there. The glasses.
Come on, move.
MAN: This is crazy.
You! You. Look at me.
Look at me! What's your name?
Michael. Michael Tate.
- Well?
- It's not him.
- You're sure?
- Yeah, God damn it, I'm sure!
Look, if I'd seen him
get on the plane,
I would've gone and
asked him for my money.
What's going on?
Nancy, watch business class.
Turn around.
- Are you serious?
- Don't talk.
Now, sit down.
Don't move.
(CELL PHONE DINGING)
Oh, God.
Nancy!
ATTENDANT:
Everybody remain in your seats.
Ladies and gentlemen,
please remain in your seats
and keep your seatbelts fastened.
Ladies and gentlemen,
please remain in your seats
and keep your seatbelts fastened.
Nancy, are you okay?
- Yeah.
- You sure?
What's happened?
(WATCH ALARM RINGING)
He started having chest pains, then
he just collapsed over the yoke!
- Come on, come on!
- Wake up!
- ATTENDANT: Sit down!
- MAN: What the hell was that?
Everything's under control.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Is the captain okay?
- Dr. Nasir?
- I didn't do anything, I...
Come with me, now.
Marshal! Is someone gonna tell
us what the hell is going on?
I need your help.
Hey! People are scared!
We have a right to know
why you searched us.
Why this plane almost went down!
Hey, Marshal, you and I are
gonna have a conversation.
Don't you walk away from me.
Doctor, cockpit, now!
You're letting that
guy in the cockpit?
Here's what's gonna happen.
You're gonna get back to your seat,
you're gonna sit down, and
you're gonna shut up.
Or what?
From one cop to another,
you know.
There was nothing I could do.
Excuse me, miss? You were sitting
next to that guy, the marshal?
You know what's happening?
I have no idea.
DR. NASIR:
There's no evidence of assault.
It could be poison.
Induced anaphylaxis.
- What?
- Allergic reaction.
Without an autopsy, I...
Yeah.
Doctor, would you mind seeing
if any of the passengers in
coach need medical assistance?
This...
This stays between us. Please.
Nancy, go with him.
Kyle.
Kyle, did the captain leave the
cockpit since I last spoke with him?
- You?
- No.
Did anyone else enter?
No.
Has he had anything
to eat or drink?
I don't think so.
Have you or the captain had any
reason to unlock this door?
Of course not.
So you and he were both alone here,
on the flight deck, for
the past 20 minutes?
You bastard.
Don't get emotional.
I'm getting emotional? Look at you!
Rice, if you have a
problem with me...
I have a problem with my
friend dying next to me.
I have a problem with being accused
of not only murder,
but also hijacking.
I didn't accuse you of hijacking.
Christ, I've heard about you.
About your problems with money.
With drinking. TSA.
They gave a paranoid
alcoholic a gun and a badge
and they put him on my plane.
Brilliant.
You're gonna hit me?
Don't tell... Hey! Hey!
What are you doing?
This door stays locked until
this plane lands safely. Okay?
- Marenick...
- Marks, God damn it, I thought I told you...
The captain's dead.
Excuse me?
The cockpit was secured,
locked from the inside.
Let me guess, were
you inside, Bill?
The co-pilot said the man
just collapsed beside him.
It could be induced anaphylaxis,
I think it's called.
Induced... What are
you talking about?
Poisoning, I don't know how.
It was just he and the co-pilot,
and the co-pilot, I trust.
For now.
"For now"? I don't
know about this, Bill.
Marenick, you need to
transfer the money.
Where is Agent Hammond?
I need to corroborate
everything you're telling us.
Hammond's dead.
What?
- He had cocaine in his carry-on.
- Jesus Christ!
I confronted him, he pulled a gun.
- Are you serious?
- Marenick. Transfer the money.
Buy me time. I'll find him.
Transfer the money.
$150 million into your account?
Is that something you're
seriously asking me to do, Bill?
The moment we land, arrest me,
freeze the funds. Just transfer it.
I can't do that, Bill.
The airline believes
paying the demand
will set a dangerous and
irreversible precedent.
Christ, there are 150
people on this plane.
Which makes me wonder why you
haven't cut the network.
You have 150 people panicking,
contacting their families, while we're
trying to handle the situation.
You attribute all
this to a passenger,
but you can give me no
proof he actually exists.
I won't cut the network. I need
to communicate with this guy.
Then, Agent Marks, I can't
continue talking to you.
What does that mean?
It means we will not
negotiate with a terrorist.
Nancy.
Who else in the crew has
access to the cockpit?
Just me.
Would you like to see
my phone, Agent Marks?
Is your interview in the morning?
Yeah. If we ever make it there.
Yeah, if we ever land, right?
Exactly. But it shouldn't...
I'm sorry. I'll get up.
No. Please, don't worry about it.
Zack, this is Bill.
Bill, Zack.
We were just talking and
Zack was telling me
that he's a programmer
for smart phones.
Is that right?
Yeah. I'm interviewing
at Paige in the morning
for a software analytics position.
Which, technically, isn't
programming. But...
Look, I'm sorry for being
such an asshole earlier...
Yeah, but you were a
programmer, right?
I was telling him that I
keep losing my phone,
and because I keep my ringer off...
It'd be nice if there
was a way to find it.
Yeah, but apparently, it's
pretty simple, right?
- I didn't say it was simple...
- GPS?
Carrier signal triangulation?
No.
Basically, you just send an intrusion
virus attached to a picture text
that switches the phone
from silent to ring.
Most phones load images
automatically, so if you...
What if there's no
cell phone coverage?
If it's two phones on
a smaller network?
It's the same protocol.
Even over Wi-Fi.
How fast could you do
something like that?
What, like right now?
Yes.
There are variables.
The phone and the network.
If the other phone is
even turned on or not.
It's on. But the target
number is anonymous.
You have to send it
from this phone.
Jesus.
Marshal, I don't know about this.
Can you do it?
This dude is talking about killing people.
Can he see us right now?
I'm here.
I guess I can give it a shot.
But I can't guarantee...
How fast?
Thirty minutes?
Twenty?
We have less than eight minutes.
You can do it. That's why
they want to hire you, right?
Eight minutes.
Okay.
Tell me when it's ready.
Thanks, ma'am.
Hey, hey.
What did you see up there?
I'm really not at liberty to say.
What, are you like a
doctor or something?
What the hell?
BILL: Ladies and gentlemen,
if I can have your attention.
The business cabin is now closed.
I repeat, the business cabin
is now closed to everyone.
Flight attendants, if
you could do your best,
please, to accommodate
all passengers.
Thank you.
(ALL SHOUTING)
MAN: I have a family, for Christ's sake!
We have a situation.
Hey, man, you gonna tell us what
the hell is going on or not?
Is the captain all right or not?
The... The situation
is quite complicated.
Complicated? Come on!
But I can assure you...
This is bullshit!
Everything's in hand!
Everything is under control!
Everyone, calm down!
I want to see the captain.
I'm gonna head up there myself.
That's it. Move aside, Marshal.
Wait, wait. Free travel.
Free flights!
Free travel.
The airline company will guarantee
one year's international
free travel.
If you sit down, remain
quiet, and do what I say.
Free international travel.
Thank you.
Twelve months.
Free.
Guaranteed.
One year. Free travel. Thank you.
Kyle, it's Bill.
Why are we turning?
I've been instructed not to
communicate with you, Marks.
Did they tell you to cut
the network? Listen to me.
The men who issued those
instructions are not on this plane.
This is your plane.
These are your passengers. Rice!
Kyle!
We've been diverted north.
55 minutes.
Did they tell you
to cut the network?
I have orders, Marks.
Give me five minutes. Five minutes.
Land the plane wherever you want,
but do not switch that network off.
Do you hear me? I have a plan.
I can find this guy.
Five minutes.
I hope we can trust this guy.
I trust him.
Yeah, well, I'd rather not end
up an accessory to a hijacking.
- Okay.
- BILL: Zack.
It's done.
Here it is.
Good man.
You think the captain's still
in control of the plane?
The plane almost goes down,
there's a guy waving his gun
around, tying people up.
I'd say he pretty
much took control.
So you think the thing about free
international flights was bullshit, or...
At what point do we do something?
Gentlemen, would you please
return to your seats?
You don't know what's
going on either, do you?
So, what's the air
marshal up to now?
Ladies and gentlemen,
I need every passenger to raise
their hands above their heads
and remain silent for
the next 60 seconds.
This is not a request.
Up.
Flight attendants, too.
Up!
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(CELL PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
- Hands behind your head.
- What the fuck...
Hands behind your goddamn head!
Remove the phone. With one hand.
I've never seen that phone before.
Miss, undo his seatbelt.
Stand up, now.
You searched me.
My phone was in my bag.
Into the aisle.
Whatever you think I've done...
Shut up. Front of the plane. Move!
You're making a mistake.
Turn around.
Take it easy!
MAN: What's going on?
Listen to me, please!
That's not my phone!
Who are you?
Just a passenger!
Why did you open the
account in my name?
I don't know what
you're talking about!
Answer the question, or
I will break your arm.
You got the wrong guy!
We found him, Nancy. We got him.
Why me? Why?
Why me?
Why?
Nancy, get the doctor. Now!
(WATCH ALARM RINGING)
Bill? Bill?
Bill? Bill?
Okay, let's break this down.
First, he ties up that guy, then he takes
another guy and brings him out back.
What, is he gonna pick
us off one by one?
That's the doctor right there. Hey.
You want to let us all
know what's going on?
- And the captain?
- Dead.
The co-pilot is flying.
Behind locked doors.
- Are you all right?
- Me? Fine. I'm great.
You shouldn't be seeing all this.
All right, Doc. So, we got a
dead passenger and a dead pilot.
The plane took a hard
turn 15 minutes ago.
That doesn't happen mid-flight.
The marshal closed
off business class,
moved all the
passengers to the back.
Does this scenario ring any bells?
You think he's gonna
crash the plane?
Flight 10, this is
Royal Air Force 114,
call sign Jackrabbit. How copy?
Excuse me.
I was told I could stay
here with my husband.
Of course.
You used the lavatory about an
hour ago. Do you remember that?
I don't have Alzheimer's.
Do you know if someone else
went in there after you?
Yes, she was standing
there blocking the aisle.
Who?
The redhead.
The woman you were sitting next to.
What are you doing in here?
I'm drinking. I'm sorry, I shouldn't.
That's just terrible.
I've been wondering.
Why the window seat?
What? Why the window seat?
Why did you sit next to me?
- What?
- I found a hole
in the first class toilet,
clear shot to the captain.
The guy who died had one of
these imbedded in his skin.
Ever seen one before?
No.
The toilets were locked 10
minutes before the captain died.
Five minutes before that,
I saw a woman enter.
She's 70 years old.
She said you went in after her,
and she doesn't have Alzheimer's,
if you're wondering.
Are you asking me if I
saw someone else go in,
or if I killed the captain?
Did you see someone else?
No.
Then answer the question.
You're a dick.
You switched seats to be next to
me, which made you trustworthy.
You engaged me in conversation.
To relax you because
you were scared...
Yet you evaded personal questions.
You mean, like where I work. Yeah,
that's a great personal question.
You inserted yourself
into the investigation.
Are you serious?
Tracking the phone,
that was your idea.
Are you kidding me?
I am the only person on this
plane who has stood by you.
You've been lying to
me this entire time.
You've been lying to me since the
second you boarded this plane.
Oh, God! Okay, fine, fine!
Seven years ago my heart failed,
and I was dead for like 43 minutes.
Aortic arch aneurysm.
They tried to fix it,
but when I woke up,
they told me it was
something they couldn't fix
and that one day it would fail
again and I would just die.
And that's okay with me because
we're all gonna die someday,
and none of us know when
it's gonna be, right?
But when I fly, which is a lot,
I like to look out the
window instead of
at the back of the
seat in front of me
or a folding tray table, because
one day might be today.
Why do you like the aisle?
Dick.
Wait a second.
Here.
Let me pour you a real drink.
Thanks.
I'm sorry.
I hate flying.
Really?
I always kind of
liked it, you know?
Six hours in the same spot,
nobody can get to you.
Nothing to do but just
be present, you know?
You have no control.
Control is an illusion.
There is no control.
Over anything.
WOMAN: You need to listen to this.
REPORTER: Where a federal bomb squad
and investigators are searching
a car that allegedly
belongs to Bill Marks.
Sources tell us that Marks parked
his car here at the airport today
before boarding British
Aqualantic Flight 10,
the way he had boarded
so many flights before,
in the guise of an
everyday passenger,
but carrying a mandate
from the United States
Department of Homeland Security.
His job, to protect the flight.
And he was also, as always,
carrying a concealed handgun.
Well, we know this is the hijacker's
phone. Can it tell us anything?
It's password protected.
I can't get in.
Did you try guessing?
This is a transatlantic flight
from New York to London,
the airline now confirming this is,
in fact, a hijacking in progress.
- What did you do?
- I didn't do anything, I swear to God.
I just was messing around with it.
I didn't do anything.
Open every bag in this cabin.
And the horrific twist
is that the hijacker
is now believed to be
the one person who
was authorized to carry
a gun onto the plane.
You're looking for a package.
You'll know if you find it.
- Every bag. Go! Now!
- Okay.
Marenick.
- Marks?
- Order this plane down to 8,000 feet.
Marks, listen to me.
I have reason to believe
there's a bomb on the plane.
- Agent Marks, just listen to me.
- We need to drop altitude now.
A bomb at this height would
tear this plane apart.
REPORTER: And questions
already swirling around.
Bill Marks and his state of mind
as he boarded the flight...
MARENICK: Bill, when you send
me a text and you say
that you're out of options, you and
I both know that's not the case.
Who else received that message?
Clearly, we got it here at TSA.
We're getting calls from
the FBI, the White House,
and now the press is involved.
You have our attention. There's no
need to take this any further, Bill.
No one else has to die. I know it feels
like no one is listening, but I am.
We'll work it out together.
Marenick, you're not getting this!
Bill, listen to me.
Let's talk this through.
You're talking to me
like I'm a terrorist.
You know how this works.
If you try to bring that plane any
lower into civilian airspace,
you will be shot down.
You're a threat to ground, Bill.
Just wait for your
money and sit tight.
REPORTER: A stark picture of a man
in a dangerous psychological state.
MARENICK: Bill, stay with me.
I need you to cooperate with us...
What now?
REPORTER: Officials say he was
originally from Northern Ireland.
He became a decorated New York City
police officer with a young family.
He became distraught when his
8-year-old daughter, Olivia,
passed away from cancer.
Over the next decade, sources
say he became withdrawn,
got divorced in 2003.
Suspended and later
fired from the NYPD,
it was then, in the summer of 2003,
that he transferred to the
Federal Air Marshal Service.
And there, his
colleagues and neighbors
saying he's a quiet man who
kept mostly to himself.
MALE REPORTER:
This is a costly program, as well.
There's no question. This is what
happens when you put an unstable,
angry man in a position of power.
This guy wasn't even
born in the U.S.
He could be IRA, for all we know.
Thank you.
Since 9/11, we've put 4,000
air marshals in the sky.
Where do these people come from?
I've seen these guys myself.
They walk right past
the security line
and they're barely qualified
to carry a badge.
Walked right past security.
There's controversy around the
air marshal program already.
Is this the final blow?
We give these people
absolute power in the sky.
We give these people
absolute power in the sky.
We give them guns and
we put them on planes,
and we're surprised when we have
incidences of drug smuggling.
Oh, God.
Now!
Go, go, go!
Grab him! Grab him! Get the gun!
- Help me, man!
- Wait!
Hey, stop it!
Stop it!
No, no, no, no.
Stay down!
- MAN 1: Take him down! Kick his ass!
- MAN 2: Somebody stop him.
NANCY: Stop it!
WOMAN: Oh, my God!
Stop!
Help me, man!
NANCY: Let go of him!
Stop!
(SCREAMING)
Get him to the ground!
Hold him steady!
Get his legs!
Hold him, God damn it!
- Grab his legs!
- BILL: Listen to me!
- Listen to me!
- Shut up!
Listen to me, please!
Please, go into the bathroom!
- Pin him down!
- In the bathroom!
- You're done, Marshal!
- There's a dead body!
Shut the hell up! Shut up!
There's a dead body
and a briefcase!
In the briefcase
you'll find a bomb!
Bullshit, you're lying!
There is a bomb on this plane.
Believe me, please!
Get off of him.
- I said get off of him! Get off him!
- (ALL GASPING)
Do it now. Get back, back!
Back away, all of you.
You don't know what you're
doing with that gun.
MAN: Come on. What is he doing?
Bowen, give me the gun.
- Tom, please.
- No, stay where you are.
I'm NYPD, we got it covered!
Put it down!
Is there a bomb on this plane?
I want you to tell me what
the hell is going on.
- Relax.
- Don't tell me to relax!
A passenger on board
this flight has
threatened to kill
someone every 20 minutes
unless they're paid $150 million.
And now, three people are dead.
The bomb will explode in
less than half an hour.
Now, they want you to believe
that I'm responsible.
Everything you've heard
about me is true.
I've lost my family, my job.
I'm an alcoholic.
My daughter was diagnosed with
acute leukemia at the age of five,
and I spent my days at work
instead of being at home,
looking after her, because I was
afraid of watching her die!
I'm not a good father.
I'm not a good man.
I'm not hijacking this plane.
I'm trying to save it!
And I will save it!
If you work with me.
You're NYPD. So was I,
and you look as if you were
a better officer than I was.
Cut him loose. Nancy.
We need to start moving all
the luggage towards the back.
And move the women and children,
move them up to the
front of the plane.
That's your plan?
My job is to prepare for the
worst possible outcome.
Well, my job is to prevent it.
Women and children, no exceptions.
Men move up in coach.
What the hell are you thinking?
There's a plan of
action that exists
called the Least Resistant
Bomb Location Protocol.
You place the bomb
against the rear door
and stack anything and
everything against it.
Every bag, blanket, every pillow.
Nullify it as best you can.
At this height a bomb would
tear this plane apart,
but we descend to 8,000
feet, pressure equalizes,
and then we have a chance.
So you're just gonna
let the bomb go off?
Of course not, I'm gonna stop it.
But if I can't, I'd rather
be prepared, wouldn't you?
The man who brought this bomb
on the plane may try something.
Can I trust you to stop him?
You're damn straight you can.
Hey, Reilly, sorry about the nose.
It was never my best feature.
Can't you get them to wire the money?
Just try something?
This was never about the money.
Then what's it about?
I'm not sure. They used
an account in my name.
They want an air marshal
to take down a plane
with 150 people on board,
and they want the whole
world to see it.
I was never supposed
to find that bomb.
WOMAN: Look.
That's not good.
WOMAN: Do you know what that means?
Aqualantic Flight 10, this
is Royal Air Force 114,
call sign Jackrabbit. How copy?
Copy, Jackrabbit.
We will be your escorts to
the designated landing zone.
Do not deviate from
your current course
or altitude without authorization.
- Do you copy?
- Copy.
Kyle.
- Kyle.
- Yes, Marks?
We have a new situation.
Yeah, no shit.
I need you to drop the
plane to 8,000 feet.
Get to the lowest pressure
deferential you can.
One PSI, 1.5 at most.
Wait, Bill, that's
explosives protocol.
Yes, we have 16
minutes, give or take.
You know we have company, right?
Two typhoons are
flanking me right now.
They're watching, and
you want me to...
Kyle, we need to drop altitude now.
Look, I have orders, Marks.
Any suspicious activity and they...
Rice!
There is a bomb on this plane.
We have to descend to 8,000 feet.
All right, give me 10 minutes.
If we drop now, I lose speed.
Ten minutes at this altitude,
maybe I can get us close enough,
close enough to land in Iceland.
Ten minutes. Thanks.
It's an RDX explosive.
Very professional. Maybe military.
Is that blow?
Are you positive it
can't be disarmed?
This is a calibrated
pressure trigger.
The only way to disarm a bomb
is to remove the trigger.
But remove the trigger, the pressure
releases, the bomb goes off.
- Well, can't we just dump it?
- Same principle in reverse.
The low pressure outside the plane
won't hold the trigger.
You try to dump it...
The bomb goes off.
- Isn't there like a wire you can cut?
- No.
So, if this guy doesn't
get his money,
he's gonna kill himself
and everyone aboard?
I can't believe this.
This is crazy.
- Why aren't we looking for this guy?
- We're out of time.
That's a bullshit answer,
Marshal, you know it.
Take it easy.
There's 150 passengers and crew.
It could be anyone.
Let's find him! Let's pay
him, let's do something.
It's not about the money,
and even if I find him...
I don't think he ever intended
to get off this plane.
My God, we're all gonna die.
No!
We gotta place the bomb here.
Stack all available luggage over it.
And direct the explosion outward.
At 8,000 feet, the pressure
will equalize. Then we land.
- With a hole in the fuselage?
- And this has worked before?
It's never been tried before.
- That you know of.
- You're not being helpful, Doctor.
We're so screwed.
It could work! We've got to try!
Come on! Grab every able hand!
Let's get this done!
Marshal, if they're setting
this thing off, no matter what,
what are they waiting for?
AUSTIN: Just grab what
you can, go to the back.
All right, you guys form a chain,
send those bags back
as fast as you can.
ATTENDANT: Please remove all
luggage from the overhead bins.
Kyle, how close are we?
We need to descend, now!
No, give me three minutes.
Three minutes, okay.
Look at your watch. Three minutes
from now, not a second longer.
No matter what happens,
drop down 8,000 feet.
Okay.
- Take this.
- MAN: Lighter luggage up front.
Keep piling please.
Bring the heavier luggage down.
NANCY: Keep them going.
Sir, keep that with
you, I just need...
Your nose.
Yeah, it's bleeding, thanks.
You have a displaced fracture.
Look, it's a broken nose, it's
normal, I don't need you to fix it.
Look, I'm going to set your nose.
Here, hold this.
Just make it quick, all right?
Apply some pressure.
Okay.
On three. One...
(GRUNTING)
GWEN: Sweetheart, you've got to come out.
It's all right, I'll hold your hand.
But it's not safe.
- Gwen, what's going on?
- Please.
We need to hurry.
Sorry. I'm sorry, I need your help.
She won't come out.
What's wrong? Are you scared?
I wanna see my daddy.
I know you do, sweetheart.
I know you do.
You know, I was a daddy once to
a little girl just like you,
and when she was scared,
you know what she'd do?
She had a magic ribbon,
very powerful.
It'll protect you,
just like your daddy.
You wanna see it?
I have it in my pocket.
I carry it all the time.
Here it is. Here.
You wrap it around your
hand, just like that.
That's it, hold on to it now.
Are you bribing me?
Yes, I am.
This is my friend, Jen.
She's gonna look after you.
- Jen, this is Becca.
- Hey.
Don't worry, you'll see your
father soon. I promise.
Can I have the window seat?
You mean this old seat?
Mm-hm.
KYLE: Ladies and gentlemen, we
're about to begin our descent.
I need you to return to your
seats and fasten your seatbelts.
GWEN: Please stay calm. Everyone,
please get back to your seats.
(PHONE RINGING)
Yeah?
MARENICK:
Marks, we transferred the money,
150 million US into your account.
It's too late for the money.
Whatever he's doing...
You can stop now, Marks.
You have your money.
The jets will escort you in.
I have to bring this plane
down to 8,000 feet.
You will not descend
into civilian airspace.
You think he wants the money?
You think that will stop him?
If you transferred
the money, prove it.
You want proof? Here's your proof,
$150 million was transferred
to account CH-1000-23000-A-10982.
Confirmation code R48940.
We'll escort you into
a military air field,
you will not be arrested,
no questions will be asked.
There is a bomb on this plane.
It isn't mine. It will go off!
- And we have to prepare...
- You're in command of a hijacked vessel
and you will not dive that
plane into civilian airspace.
I will!
Then, Marks, God damn it,
we will shoot you down!
Someday, they'll fish this plane's
black box out of the Atlantic Ocean,
and the world will know these
people could have been saved.
The world already
knows what's going on
in that plane, Bill.
You are hijacking it.
- That's what you're telling them.
- No, no, no, no, no.
That's what your hostages
are telling them.
That video is playing on every major
news network on repeat, Bill.
- What video?
- One of your hostages uploaded a video.
You're taking a man, dragging
him around at gunpoint,
stumbling over
terrified passengers.
How do you expect us to believe
anything that you're saying
when you clearly are
abusing those hostages?
We've seen everything
we need to know.
But we're trying to negotiate...
Your phone, now! The phone!
Show me the video that
you uploaded! Come on!
I apologize for my son.
Humor me. Look!
- Look.
- I don't see him.
Come on, look.
- Right there.
- Where?
Glasses.
Come on, move.
God damn it!
You. Look...
God damn it!
Stay where you are.
Bill, don't test me!
Bill.
Reilly, drop!
Reilly, get down!
You gave me an unloaded weapon?
Overhead bin, 4B!
Everybody, down! Stay down!
- Hey, get out of there, move!
- What?
Hey, man!
You looking for this?
Give me that.
What are you doing?
- Get back!
- Okay, okay.
Jackrabbit, I have shots fired outside
this cockpit, need to descend.
That's a negative, Flight 10, do not deviate
from your current course or altitude.
Turn around.
I need all of you to put your hands
on the seat-back in front of you.
Do it now!
- Move.
- Don't test me.
Step back!
Put your hands up!
Sit!
Sit, sit!
He was supposed to be in
the seat next to mine.
Yeah. He was close enough.
Listen, whatever I've done to
you, whatever it is, I'm sorry.
Stay down!
Bill, I'm not mad at you.
You're my hero.
People everywhere are gonna
remember the name Bill Marks.
An alcoholic, self-destructive,
suicidal man with a gun
and a federal badge
who changed everything.
What do you think doing
this is gonna change?
Two minutes outside
the window. Suit up.
Every one of these people
boarded this plane
believing their country
would protect them.
That you would protect them.
Everyone!
We're gonna be okay!
There's an air marshal on board.
Do you have any idea
how easy this was?
You're right, I failed.
You've made your point.
No, Bill, you failed miserably!
Three thousand people died
that day, including my father!
So I joined up 'cause I wanted to
go fight the cowards that did it.
But I just ended up fighting in a
war that I still don't understand
and came home to a country
where nothing had changed.
Until now.
Security is this
country's biggest lie.
In our homes, in our cities,
in our planes, no one's safe,
and one day somebody worse than
me is gonna expose that lie,
and the last thing our
children will see
is our failure as it destroys them.
You, Bill, you are that lie!
You should just have
handed out pamphlets.
It would have been a lot easier.
You can't change the
world with words, Bill,
unless you write those words in
the evening news with blood.
We gotta go.
You're military. These are the
people you fought to protect.
I swore to protect my country,
and that's what I'm doing.
- You believe that?
- I do.
I also believe we'll be
$150 million richer.
You'll never get that money.
It's in an account in my name.
It's in a trust in your name.
I die, the money moves.
To 100 accounts, 27 countries, each
of those into 100 other accounts.
When do you think
you're gonna jump?
35,000 feet? You'll be
dead in four seconds.
We'll jump when the pilot
follows explosive protocol
and drops us down to 8,000 feet.
Anything you think of, we've
thought of a thousand times.
They've been instructed to shoot
us down if we try to descend.
That's bullshit!
They're not gonna kill
all these people.
This is a hijacked flight.
We're a classified threat to ground.
If you don't disarm that bomb, everyone
on board will die, including you.
Did you think of that?
- Look, I'm prepared to die.
- We're not gonna die.
Say again, Jackrabbit.
I need to descend.
That's a negative, Flight 10.
I'm gonna stick with the plan.
We descend, we jump.
The plane goes down,
we have enough money.
We can do whatever we want.
Think about it, Tommy. We can
disappear and never come back.
You hear me? Never be found, ever.
Mission accomplished, right?
But right now we need to get
the hell off this plane.
Zack, you and I both know we were
never getting off this plane.
Zack, whatever your name
is, you don't have to die.
If you won't save these
people, save yourself.
Disarm the bomb.
Come on, do it.
He was a martyr,
like you and me, Bill.
Real heroes don't need to be
remembered or recognized.
Real heroes do
whatever's necessary.
I guess I wouldn't understand.
- Fuck it!
- I guess you wouldn't.
No!
20,000! Come on, you wanker!
8,000 feet! Come on, come on!
Bill!
8,000!
- JACKRABBIT: AQ 10, climb back up to 25,000 feet!
- There's a bomb on board!
I need to get this
plane on the ground.
Nancy, move, move!
Everybody down, heads down!
Hey. Bill!
I'm getting off this plane!
Am I in your way, asshole?
Get down!
Do it quick! Heads down!
Get down!
Come on, Kyle! You can do this!
You can do this, come on.
JACKRABBIT:
Severe damage to your fuselage.
Are you able to maintain control?
Shit!
KYLE: Fuel dump in progress.
- Copy that, Flight 10.
- Come on, damn it!
A little longer, come on!
Oh, God!
Get the belt! Get the belt!
- Hang on!
- Bill, help me!
Becca, I have you!
Hang onto me! Hang onto me!
You okay? Are you okay?
- Door is disarmed.
- Release your seatbelts!
- Take her. Everybody.
- Come on with me.
Undo your seatbelt!
Move to the front, quickly.
Leave everything.
Come this way, up to the front.
One at a time, please.
Leave everything.
(SIRENS WAILING)
Leave everything.
Up to the front.
Leave everything.
All passengers and
crew accounted for.
And you, are you all right?
That was a hell of a landing.
REPORTER: Less than one hour ago,
British Aqualantic Flight 10
made an emergency landing after
a bomb exploded mid-air.
This following an attempted hijacking,
yet in an unbelievable twist,
the suspected hijacker, U.S.
Air Marshal Bill Marks,
turned out to be the hero.
It was Marks who confronted
and killed the hijackers,
saving the lives...
- Yeah?
- It's Marenick.
It's my turn to break
protocol, Agent Marks.
I'm calling from my personal line
and I'll deny this
conversation ever took place.
Listen, Bill, what you did on that
plane, what you were up against,
I want you to know I
was wrong about you.
And you'll have my full support.
Appreciate that.
And, Bill,
we're gonna need that money back.
What money?
Take care, Agent Marks.
AUSTIN: Marshal!
Reilly, you son of a gun.
Next time, give me a loaded weapon.
Next time, don't get shot.
Deal.
I'm gonna give you
back your ribbon.
I don't need it anymore.
That-a-girl.
It's your dad.
Daddy.
- Hey, I was looking for you!
- Hey.
- Do you know where we are?
- Iceland.
Ah! Well, never been to Iceland.
I mean, I've seen it, few times
from plane windows, but...
Thank you.
For what?
You stood by me, even
after all that happened.
Why?
You're a good man.
I bet your daughter would
have been proud of you.
Thanks, ma'am.
So...
Mm-hm.
Where you headed?
Depends.

Jack, thank God you're home!
-Amy, what's wrong?
-I need your help.
It's Connie, she's run away again!
She's only 1 5.
How does my daughter
fall for this slimeball?
-Do you know him?
-Yeah, l met him once.
His name is Zip.
That's a great name, huh?
-Jack, you're a cop.
-Grand Theft Auto.
You want Missing Persons.
You know where he lives?
Something like Trump Street...
-...or Trout Street or....
-Turk Street?
-Yeah, it's Turk Street.
-So tell Missing Persons.
Got a list a mile long. When they
get her, she'd be the age...
-...l wanted her to leave.
-She'll be back.
It's three days, Jack.
I'm really scared.
-Amy, l'm--
-I know.
You're going on vacation,
some music festival.
A week with you and your cello.
That will be so different for you.
I know l'm just your neighbor.
I had no business asking.
You have a great time, okay?
I was planning on blacking him out.
I'm glad l didn't.
Can't be that different
from looking for a car, right?
Turk Street.
-I'm sorry! l'm sorry. You okay?
-You mustn't bother.
No bother. Just get out of the rain.
Come on, come on.
So you don't live
in the neighborhood?
-No, l'm looking for someone.
-You can just set them down there.
No, no, no. I'll take them
into the kitchen.
Well, this way.
Thomas, we have a visitor!
Don't be alarmed,
we have a stranger in the house.
-Thomas. Dear, this is--
-Jack.
Jack Friar.
This is Mr. Quarre.
I'm Mrs. Quarre.
Now, who is it you're looking for,
Jack, a friend?
No, a suspect.
Well, not a suspect, really.
A young man.
You're a policeman.
-I really should be going.
-Oh, dear, don't go.
-I'll put on some water for tea. You--
-Thanks, but l have to go.
We won't hear of you leaving.
I must thank you for your kindness.
Now, it's lndian tea.
"lndian" lndian. Not the ones
we beat the crap out of.
No, l really must go.
This one's made from hardwood.
Oak. Mahogany.
I got one made in Africa,
from ivory.
Maybe one of your cousins
carved it.
Jack.
Tell us about the suspect.
Is he a lone operator or a member
of some vicious gang?
-He seems to be an operator. Yeah.
-What does he look like?
I'll show you.
He had blond hair, blue eyes....
Stand up.
Stand up.
-Now, how did you find me?
-What?
I said, how did you find me?
Find you? Who are you?
You smart-ass.
Swung on the bat,
back over the right side.
Patterson showing why he has
28 saves already this season.
-You like baseball?
-It's just a little bump, officer.
I checked it out.
-Ready for your tea?
-I don't like tea.
Well, who does? Tea is for Chinks.
Give him a real drink.
-Would you like a shot?
-Make it a Mai Tai.
-That's what we drank in Korea.
-Who are you people?
What happened here?
This cop showed up
looking for us.
-Me at least.
-That's why we kept him here, boss.
For you to decide.
What did you hit him with?
-No guns.
-No guns.
Do l have to post a list of rules
at the front door?
It might help.
Has anyone else a gun?
Sure.
Finally got a hit, shithead.
Come on, Miller, knock him in!
-Listen, Mr...?
-Quarre.
-Quarre.
-It's an alias.
I really had a photograph,
not of that psychopath, but l--
There's a game on.
H.e pops one up on the first pitch.
Thank you, dear.
-Don't gloat.
-I'm not gloating.
Don't be a sore loser.
-Maybe he's onto us for Seattle.
-You shouldn't have let him see you.
I wasn't just gonna let him
walk out of here.
The questions are,
what are we gonna do with him?
And what if there are more of him?
Kill him.
We do not kill.
Because the penalties
for killing are so distasteful.
Yeah, it's easy for you to say.
He didn't have your picture.
He has no picture.
Perhaps we should outfit you
with a wooden club and a loincloth.
Are you...?
Are you calling me backward?
The best way to chase
something, Hoop...
...is to let it chase you.
Greetings, Erin.
Business. That's what you
always say. "This is a business."
Tell the old people the schedule's
been moved up a day.
A day?
-That's today.
-That's why you'll wanna hurry.
Sorry.
You should try to have
a calming influence on Hoop.
Rather than an inflammatory one.
Is it your place to tell me
who not to inflame?
As a matter of fact, it is.
With this rose, l thee wed.
All things in good time.
Until then, lover and loved.
Pimp and whore.
Coarseness does not become you.
That sick fuck.
-It'll all be over soon.
-All of it?
-This job, our last.
-You and him?
-That over?
-What do you mean?
You know what l mean.
He hurts you...
...keeps us down.
I gotta pack.
I'll help.
-Tyrone sees you in my bedroom--
-We're just talking, for chrissake.
Okay.
Later, then.
Hoop.
I never chose Tyrone.
Yeah, but sometimes you laugh at me
with him.
He expects it from me.
-Don't you understand that?
-Fucking cop's listening.
The cop's not our problem.
Tyrone.
So we leave the airstrip
no later than 8 p.m.
Don't smoke that in here.
I'm sure as hell not gonna miss
you telling me what to do.
-Control freak.
-Control is a good thing, Thomas.
You could do with more of it.
Control that.
Now, we land in Bermuda
no later than 2 a.m.
-Correct?
-Aye, aye, sir.
We refuel and Hoop pilots the balance
of the journey to the Caymans.
-Is he taking his meds?
-Yes, l assume so. Why?
I have to teach him to fly, but l'm not
responsible if he flies off the handle.
I will control Hoop.
-How did you know where to find us?
-I didn't.
You're not who l'm looking for.
I have a picture--
Yeah. You have a picture, all right.
Of a guy with blond hair, blue eyes.
-I'm looking for a girl.
-Oh, now it's a girl.
You know, l just can't
keep your story straight.
Hoop!
-Stop it!
-All right.
Settle down.
These are too tight.
Eventually, l'm gonna be alone
with you, cop.
Get away from him!
Is that better?
Thanks.
There is a picture.
And there is a girl.
Was it out of willfulness or out of
stupidity you let this man see you?
I'm sorry, Tyrone...
...but l think he seems to have
seen you too.
No, he hasn't.
Seems he's smarter than you.
She's like a spoiled child.
Hateful towards those
who take care of her.
-And yet totally dependent.
-Leave her alone.
And Hoop...
...is the spoiled boy.
The spoiled boy
to whom l gave a future...
...despite the metal plate in his head
and the diagnosed psychosis.
Now, Hoop, was it the belle of tacos
or the king of burgers...
...which had most recently
rejected your services?
What are you laughing at, cop?
It's good that our stay in
these close quarters nears its end.
-Brunch is ready.
-No, brunch is canceled.
The unexpected appearance
by the cop has altered our plans.
Excuse me, l have been cooking
since his goddamned appearance.
No one said anything.
Well, perhaps brunch
is just what we need.
Who would like to say the blessing?
-How about our guest?
-He should say a prayer.
-Leave him alone.
-You haven't anything to worry about.
I'm sure everything will go
as planned.
I'll say the blessing.
Dear Lord, for that which we
are about to receive--
Ten million dollars, amen!
You always forget the ketchup.
Bring me a beer.
Please.
No, thank you.
He's probably not used
to eating a proper breakfast.
This is delicious.
Remember, you're flying, Thomas.
I flew 57 missions in Korea, and l was
drunk every time. Don't you tell me--
Let him drink.
I'll fly the damn plane.
Pilot to copilot, shut up
while l'm telling my story.
Excuse me, dear, but nobody
gives a titty about your story.
Well, l don't want this punk
interrupting me.
Come on, old man. You wanna fly us?
l'll let you fly. Come on.
Come on! First one's free.
Are you children?
Must l put you in separate rooms?
Take him into the kitchen.
-You brought the cops.
-Shut up.
You defective little prick.
It's our banker friend. Delay him.
Keep him out of the house.
Your clothing is inappropriate.
Go change it.
-David, what are you doing here?
-Well, l needed to see Erin.
She left me a message,
said it was important.
-She's not available just now.
-Where is she?
Frankly, l don't know.
I just came in from shopping.
I'm sure she'll
get in touch with you later.
Why don't you go back
to your office.
If Mr. Quarre knew
you were playing hooky...
...he might not look so kindly on you
dating his granddaughter.
David!
Erin!
Hey.
It's happening today.
-What?
-Yeah. Now.
-Why?
-Well, l don't know why...
...but everyone says it has to be.
Look, l can't.
If you want us to be together,
you have to.
Go back to the bank,
and we'll see you soon, okay?
David, l'm on the street in my robe.
Look, l adore you.
Thomas, lsabelle. If we're delayed,
simply wait at the landing field.
Keep your cell phone on,
in case of a problem. Erin!
You'll stay and entertain our guest.
What about David? He expects me.
I will deal with David.
-Hoop?
-Yeah.
Good.
So shall we?
Take my bags.
Both of them.
Be available to take calls.
David may need to hear
your devoted voice for reassurance.
You're art.
Do not fade.
You comfortable?
Been better.
Hey, you okay?
May l have some water?
Water?
You look a little stressed.
-Look, Miss...?
-Erin.
Erin, you need to let me go...
...before that headcase, Hoop,
comes back to kill me.
Tyrone won't let Hoop kill you.
Tyrone...
...is against killing.
So....
Do you want any kind of music?
Would you like some music?
Look, miss, please--
I can't let you escape.
Then l would have to escape,
and no one escapes Tyrone.
That's ridiculous.
Is it?
This is how Tyrone says,
"You shouldn't have left."
It's all right. I get 1 0 percent
off my pedicures now.
-Are you taking your medication?
-Why?
You appear agitated.
Yeah. Well, you piss me off.
They got a medication to make you
stop doing that?
So, what do you plan on doing
with your share of the money?
I don't know.
I want-- I wanna breed dogs.
Back in Utah.
Excellent.
So is there a young lady
in the picture?
Maybe there is,
maybe there isn't.
-David Brewster.
-We're here. Hoop is beginning.
-Why are we doing this today?
-What?
-What did you say?
-I need an explanation.
Your explanation comes in the form
ofyour share of the money.
-Is Erin there?
-No, she's not.
But l have complete faith you
can swindle your bank without her.
Just make sure you're available
when l enter.
You don't look so good.
That's because you're
used to looking at you.
Maybe that drink wasn't such
a good idea. What should l do?
What should you do? Find that picture
so you can see l was telling the truth.
And you can tell your friends.
I look a lot better when l'm not waiting
for someone to kill me.
All right.
Listen, l couldn't find
the picture, okay?
Listen, l couldn't find
the picture, okay?
I walked the whole block.
Hey.
Oh, God.
Please don't die.
Don't die. Please.
Shit!
Shit!
How you doing, leatherhead?
I got the generator set up, just in case
this storm messes with the lights.
How's it look?
Oh, it looks great.
I've been thinking about
those missions--
-Has the plane been fueled?
-Yep.
And l'll be here just as long
as you need me.
Excuse me, sir.
I put your kit in the fridge.
You could have let me die.
"Cop dead from a diabetic coma."
It's perfect.
Dump the body somewhere.
Nobody would ever know
he'd been kidnapped.
I guess l owe you one.
I mean that.
I noticed your suitcases
were packed.
Were you supposed to be
somewhere else today?
Not on Turk Street.
Like where?
The Berkshires.
A fantasy camp
for frustrated musicians.
Basketball junkies go to
Michael Jordan's basketball clinic.
I get my fix playing with Yo-Yo Ma.
Your apartment struck me as lonely.
Don't cops dream?
Nightmares mostly.
I don't trust you leaving here
without seeing Erin.
Then by all means, you should
call her for your assurance.
I trust she's at home.
Women talk.
Some excessively.
-Yes?
-We got problems.
The system is patched
into a backup power source...
-...that's very complicated.
-Can you deactivate it?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm working on it.
It's just gonna take some time.
-H.ow much?
-I don't know.
Two, three minutes tops.
Do it.
Did l hear what l just heard?
I was a state-sponsored prodigy
until Moscow collapsed.
My peers became prostitutes,
musically or otherwise.
I met a man in a bar.
Tyrone became your ticket out.
He said he saw my potential. I
flattered myself he meant my music.
So you guys are robbing
a bank, right?
How?
Just smile.
So tell me about
the Federal Reserve.
You really don't know who we are?
I'm just a cop who finds stolen cars,
who's looking for a lost girl.
And look, you found one.
You are not lost.
It would take a search party
to find me.
What are you doing?
Stand.
Have a seat.
We have backup generators.
Ladies and gentlemen,
please calm down.
-The problem will be fixed.
-Send the money.
-Send the money! Send the money!
-Please remain calm.
Sir, could you help us shine
the light--?
I'm sorry. I'm sure the problem
is just momentary.
I don't have moments. Tell your loan
officer to wire my loan immediately.
We wire funds electronically.
Our computers are--
Well, to hell with your computers!
My funds must be sent by 6:00!
Sir, l'm afraid that if wiring the funds
is an impossibility, the agreement--
Have you heard of this device? Can it
not be used to transfer said funds?
Sir, please, just calm yourself.
If you would, just step into my office.
Would you mind, please?
Do you know Chanson Triste
by du Parc?
Do you like being tied up in a chair?
Or would you rather play
some beautiful music?
How much are we talking about?
Ten million. Our spread is substantial.
It went to committee.
Now, think lender liability, sirs.
If those funds aren't in escrow
by day's end...
...my company will lose
a $1 00 million contract.
So consider that to be
your true exposure.
My laptop is charged.
I could modem it through.
I'm calling my lawyer.
Sir, that won't be necessary.
Get the laptop.
I missed a few notes.
That's a nice piece.
I've never played it before.
I know what l want
for saving your life.
What's that?
They say playing the cello
is like dancing.
Show me.
How?
You'd have to put the gun down.
That's crazy.
I believe in the concept
of a man and a woman...
...and the man owing her one.
I mean, you did say that,
didn't you?
That you owe me one.
Don't do this.
Damn you.
Put your hand on mine.
A.
D.
G.
I could break your neck.
I should.
Yeah, you should.
Are we done?
Yeah, we're done.
We're even.
This disk contains
all the relevant routing information...
...account numbers and passwords.
It's your authentication.
Great, just a little more paperwork.
Now...
...about Erin.
He insists on meeting Erin
at his place.
We don't have time for this.
Do we know where the banker lives?
Yeah, it's over the mountain.
It's a haul.
-You've been there?
-I drove her a couple times.
-I thought they met in restaurants.
-Well, maybe he cooks.
Go there.
Tyrone called. He said it could be
another couple of hours.
I sent Willy for dinner.
Tyrone? And you trust him?
This job is no different from Seattle
or Sydney or Dallas or Miami...
...and he still needs us.
Unless he thinks he can take
a bus to the Caymans.
But this is our last one.
Then he wouldn't have called.
Do you think we'll be happy in Fiji?
We can have sex on the beach.
-Oh, Thomas!
-Let's go wait in the airplane.
You know l won't have sex
on airplanes.
But this one's on the ground.
When was he leaving the bank?
He should have been here
45 minutes ago.
She gabs on the phone, even if
the outcome remains unsettled.
Not even you would be
that dimwitted.
Maybe the two of them
are working together.
-Get out of the car.
-What?
-Get out of the car!
-Why?
Watch for him.
Hey, it's raining out here!
Then go inside.
-Get in!
-But there's an accident.
I don't want to hear about it. Get in!
You see that?
-What?
-This! This, this, this!
-Just how would he find you?
-Not by looking.
He knows where l'd go.
He can hear me think.
What would he do
when he found you?
Maybe he'd kill me.
Maybe you could prevent
that from happening.
Maybe he and Hoop are
coming back to kill you.
You worked your way partially free
from the bonds.
You'd have no choice but to kill them
in self-defense.
So give me the gun.
We could wind up with $1 0 million.
You know what happens to cops
who have $1 0 million?
-They eat their service revolvers.
-Open your mind, Jack.
You're more than a cop.
I'm more than a thief.
You'd know that if you were
paying attention.
I have been.
And l know.
Erin?
Where is she?
Erin!
Hey, banker boy.
-What are you doing in my house?
-You should thank him.
Look what a splendid effort he made
infiltrating your bank today.
Where's the disk?
Gee, it's locked.
There's no fucking disk.
Where is it?
Oh, hey, what's this, huh?
Go ahead. It's password-protected.
Okay! Okay! Okay!
Okay, but l just risked everything
for Erin.
So you think l'm gonna blab now
just to get out of a beating?
Well, ticktock.
What time is it?
They haven't called.
They must have left you behind.
Or should l say, they left your ass?
-They wouldn't.
-Oh, and a fine ass it is.
You can sit on it until my friends
start looking for me.
Or you can cut me loose, come in
with me and tell what happened.
Damn!
What?
What?
Bastard.
I'm to blame now? Go right ahead,
but that doesn't change the facts.
They didn't need you,
so they left you.
Just shush! God.
-Hello?
-Why has the phone been occupied?
I'm sorry, l didn't know
it was off the hook.
-So why didn't you check it?
-How was l supposed to know?
Your friend here
insists on seeing you...
...before he gives us our information.
You must have fucked your way
into his heart.
Hoop's on his way for me.
I have to get ready.
-Is this your first crime?
-Yeah.
No embezzlement,
no juggling the--?
-No, nothing.
-Not even as a kid?
-No shoplifting, no peeping Tom?
-Hardly.
So this really is your inauguration.
-Take my advice--
-You know, l stole my dad's car once.
-Really?
-Yeah, drove it to Mexico.
-So, what happened?
-Drove it off a cliff.
Never even told my father.
Apparently, driving
isn't one of your talents.
-Come on in here. Come on.
-Jack, please.
Come on.
Keep coming.
Come on, pick up the phone.
-What are you doing?
-Pick it up!
Pick this up.
I can make it look like
he died escaping.
Don't.
Now, you go get some more rope.
Remember what's to happen later.
Tyrone.
Not until we have the disk
and the password.
-Just me?
-Just you.
Oh, how fetching you look, my dear.
Perfect for a late date.
-David.
-Erin.
I tried to be there,
but they left without me.
Quick, what's the password?
-We need some time together.
-Well, there's no time.
Well, certainly a short interlude
can be squeezed in for young lovers.
Give me the gun, Hoop.
Give them 1 5 minutes, no more.
I did it! l did it.
I knew you could.
Come here, come here.
Not giving Tyrone the password
was so smart. You're so smart.
God, who knows what he would
have done if l wasn't here?
-So, what is it?
-Oh, no, no, no.
I'm going to the Caymans with you.
You cannot be seen with Tyrone.
Not now, not ever.
I'm only gonna be gone
for a few days.
And then we can go away together
like we planned.
-I don't think l can wait any longer.
-Oh, you poor thing.
As soon as we get the money.
I promise.
Enough promises.
Oh, shit.
I was dreaming.
We were on this beach.
I looked wonderful in my bikini.
-Yes?
-What the hell are you pulling, huh?
-Our friend became difficult.
-Difficult?
You haven't seen difficult, l have.
Try a battalion of gooks
squirting napalm up your butt.
I'll tell you what's difficult.
-And you've been amply rewarded.
-Listen to me, ass-face.
The bank could still figure this out.
-Hey.
-Hoop?
Banker boy, did you have fun, huh?
Your time's up, l'm sorry.
-What are you doing?
-You have a good time?!
-Fuck you!
-Stop! lt's not his fault!
-Was your dick hard, huh?!
-Stop it!
-You fuck!
-Leave him alone!
-It's not his fault, it's my fault!
-Shut up!
Stay out of this!
This is not about you!
Stay there!
What's the matter, Romeo?
Having a little trouble with your pants?
Let me help you!
Fuck! Fuck! You fuck!
What are you gonna do, huh?
-You stupid....
-Please stop, please.
Hey, l told you, stay out of it!
l don't want to hurt you!
Fuck!
You wanna dance, huh!
l'm sorry, did that hurt?
-Stop it!
-Did that hurt? Get up.
Get up! Here, come on. Yeah!
Come on. Come on, banker boy.
You pussy!
-She's mine.
-Stop it!
-She's mine. She's mine!
-Tyrone!
Tyrone!
You have to hurry.
Hoop's gone crazy. He's killing David!
I couldn't stop him. I couldn't.
He just snapped.
His 1 5 minutes was up.
Did you get the password?
You?
No, l didn't get the password, you see,
because l was too busy fucking him!
Can you think of any reason
l shouldn't let you hang for this?
Tom! Tom! lt's looking
pretty fierce out there!
-We better take care of the lights!
-Don't worry, darling, l'll do it.
-Thomas, go get your slicker.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We'll give him one more hour.
Maybe it's....
E-R-l-N.
Password accepted.
You know, it might be the Quarres.
Continue north, Hoop.
-What about the plane?
-We don't need a plane.
We'll be driving to our destination.
I see no reason to share this with that
boorish man and that insipid woman.
Our shares will increase accordingly.
Is somebody planning on telling me
where we're going?
We're driving to Albany, New York...
...where l've cultivated
some banking relationships.
-Then what?
-Then a mere three-hour drive...
...to the Canadian border.
I need to use the bathroom.
-You should've done that at the house.
-I didn't know that at the house.
We have a six-hour drive to Albany.
And if we're not out
of the country by 2 p.m...
...you'll have no pot to piss in.
We need to get gas anyway.
Fill it up quickly and check the tires.
Erin, do me a favor.
Wipe off the dead banker.
Tyrone...
...the cop had this.
He wasn't looking for Hoop for
beating up some clerk in Seattle...
...he was looking for you.
Maybe l shouldn't have told you.
Tell him.
I arranged for you to get the gun.
-He wants you to kill the cop.
-Yeah.
But it's not what we want.
Yeah.
Okay.
What?
Tire.
We're in the middle of nowhere.
Why have you stopped here?
-I'm gonna check the spare.
-What do you mean "the spare"?
Didn't l tell you to check it
back at the gas station?
Any last words, Brainiac?
I'll spare you my wisdom.
You'll forsake it.
Oh, no, please. I'm sure l'll miss it.
I'll look at your life
as a novel, Hoop.
This being the tragic moment
at which, in the ultimate irony...
...our headstrong hero
shoots himself in the brain.
So let me get this straight,
you're my brain?
Not only that, l'm also the restraint
that you lack.
Stand back.
Without me, you would be
in prison or worse.
You really think you would
thrive so without me?
Witness tonight because l was
standing right beside you.
You killed a man.
Once you shoot me,
you'll have killed two men today.
And the cop, three.
Do it.
Do you imagine that Erin--?
That Erin will ride
into the sunset with you?
Shut that music off!
-Turn it down!
-Okay! Okay.
-Hoop, what are you doing?
-What?
Nothing.
Our friend only got
a little overexcited.
It's better now, Hoop, isn't it?
Yeah.
So get in the car.
Not you.
-Were you behind this?
-You told me to give him the gun.
-So the policeman really is after me?
-Yes.
We'll see.
An unfortunate detour, l'm afraid.
-I need the gun.
-No, use another method.
I've seen that you can.
Go.
Hoop, wait!
Well, now, my dear.
Witnessing an execution you caused
is only going to be awkward.
What could you possibly
say to the man?
Cop...
...l told you l'd be back.
I hope you know how to die fast...
...because we need to be
in Albany by 8.
You know how to die fast?
Die fast, cop. Fast.
Faster. Faster. Faster.
Faster. Faster. Faster.
Faster, cop.
Spare yourself the effort.
We lack time, so forgive my brevity.
Were you carrying a photograph...
...when you stumbled upon
our house this morning?
-Yeah.
-Now look at me.
Was the picture of me?
-Was this the picture?
-That wasn't the picture.
That wasn't the fucking picture, okay?
Leave him alone.
The truth is, it hardly matters.
A killing has already occurred.
Not just this one,
but another man as well...
...so the stakes have been raised.
It makes sense to clean up loose ends.
And l'm a loose end.
The loosest.
Erin...
...come here.
-Now....
-No.
-Just put your finger there.
-No.
Easy, this is your baptism.
Think because you've already killed,
killing me is no big deal?
You kill me and every cop on the
planet's work takes a sudden vacation.
You become the case that never
closes. They never stop hunting.
You'd be job one.
Pay attention, Erin,
because this applies to you too.
When they catch you, wherever they
catch you, they're gonna subdue you.
And they're gonna subdue you
substantially.
They'll tell you to run.
That'll confuse you...
...because you never heard
that before.
Then your animal brain's gonna
kick in with the survival mode.
Tell you stupid shit like,
"They're letting me go." So you'll run.
And then what?
Then they shoot your dumb ass.
Well...
...don't you think
they have to catch me?
Oh, you're thinking all that money
is gonna help you hide.
Funny, because shit-for-brains over
there told me about your time frame.
Now, if you planned on driving
to Albany in six hours...
...you were gonna use
the New Jersey Turnpike.
You're probably gonna drive
at night.
But now you're late,
and you hadn't counted on rush hour.
If you think you're gonna make that
drive, you got another thing coming.
Dearest, l don't remember
hearing anything about Albany.
Dearest, l don't remember
hearing anything about Albany.
I knew it. You dirty, double-crossing
bastard. Put it down.
Nobody's trying to cross you,
Thomas.
Give him the disk. Now.
Oh, God, what have l done?
Oh, God.
This is a well-oiled machine.
Look, why don't you
take me with you.
-Why?
-You can't get the money on your own.
But you can with my help. My car's
got flashing lights and a siren.
I can still get you to Albany in time.
Get as much of the money as you can,
l drive to the border, you go across.
Hey, you promise me a share,
maybe l'll cross with you.
-And then what?
-First of all, l need some more insulin.
Secondly...
...when we get across, we let the girl
decide who she wants to go with.
You propose driving through
a busy city with a captive policeman.
You must think me
a foolhardy man.
Make a turn at the next corner. Left.
Now left again.
I thought we were going
to the freeway.
Turn again. Left.
Go there.
Out of the car, both of you.
Further.
Here.
So how do you move $1 0 million?
Send the money
to a number of banks...
...in amounts small enough
not to draw attention.
Hey.
Why don't you try
and get some sleep.
Oh, man, it's worse than l thought.
Hey, hang on. It's gonna get bumpy.
Nicely done.
Oh, man.
Hey, what are you gonna do, shoot me
in the back while l'm driving?
-Mr. Leeds, please.
-Yes, can you hold, please?
-Yes, l'll hold.
-So who's going in to grab the money?
-Me?
-Don't be absurd.
I trust you no more
than l trust her.
-Yes, Mr. Clifford Leeds, please.
-This is Mr. Leeds.
Welcome back, Mr. Abernathy.
It's been so long.
One more thing, l'm a bit ill.
Would it be possible for me to pick up
the checks at the drive-thru?
-Of course, if it's a problem--
-No. I'll alert the teller to watch for you.
Well, she'll know me by my chauffer,
a very earnest-looking black man.
Okay. Thank you, Clifford.
Good morning.
Mr. Abernathy, Mr. Leeds said
to be expecting you.
Excellent.
-Have a good day.
-Thank you.
May l see those?
Jesus.
I get ID'd trying to deposit a check...
...at my own bank.
Where to next, Tyrone?
Just continue straight.
I'll tell you when to turn.
Red light, red light.
-Damn.
-We have right of way.
-You asshole.
-I'm actually beginning to trust you.
Enough to take that gun
out of my back?
No.
But this much.
Hey, how are you holding up?
Fine.
You are gonna give her her share
before we cross the border, right?
Once we cross, you can either
go with me, go with him...
...or go your own way.
-Morning.
-Good morning.
I believe you have some checks
for me. Mr. Abernathy.
-Abernathy?
-Yes.
-Watch your head.
-Thank you.
You're welcome.
Move it.
-Oh, damn.
-What?
Don't look, don't look.
That teller, she's making
the security guard...
...write down our license plate.
Can we do this quickly?
We have time to make it
to another bank.
It's not worth the risk.
Now then, let's go to the border.
Passport?
We cool?
We're cool.
You have to lose the shotgun.
No, the shotgun is essential
to our understanding.
I'll just cover it.
Give me the map, Erin.
You've done excellent work,
Officer Friar.
Perhaps you'd like to stay
in my employ.
Jack, you don't have
to kill him, please!
-I'm okay.
-Don't move. Don't move.
I'm all right.
Tyrone, give yourself up!
-Halt, police.
-Jack, don't kill him!
Tyrone, it's over.
There's no place to go!
-Gun!
-Drop your weapon.
Freeze!
-Let go of me, Jack.
-Put it down.
-Put it down now.
-Do it!
Now step away
from the car, hands up.
Please remain in your car.
You understand that while
under Canada's jurisdiction...
...we respect your interest
in this situation.
No warrants or reports
have been made as of yet.
We'll wait for your recommendation.
Lucky thing having those
license plates behind you.
Tell them l was a hostage.
It's the truth.
I tried to leave him.
You know l tried to leave him.
I couldn't.
I've got a million dollars right here.
You've got yours.
We could spend our lives on vacation,
the same vacation.
You have a way
of making me feel really good...
...when you want something.
-It's not like that.
-Oh, but it is.
Only you don't know it.
When we danced the cello...
...you could have killed me.
Whatever you saw in me then,
see it now.
Help me, Jack.
Arrest her.

When you DA geniuses gonna learn
that logic
runs a distant second
to God, country and colour?
That's why I vacation
in the Canary Islands
and your news comes from
the bottom of a birdcage.
You took
a 20-year vet to pieces.
He blew procedure,
suppressed evidence.
C'mon, Terry. I support
cops, but there are rules.
- What about morality?
- Morality? In law?
Who told you that? The lawyer
fairy? I protect my client.
I don't know about you or the
cops, Terry, but I'm movin' on.
So you push for civil,
I'll see you in court.
Noted Georgia Defence
Attorney, Rick Magruder,
argued that police posing as
drug dealers were overzealous...
I told you not to leave
those on the sofa.
The phone in here?
We're watching Dad on TV.
Hello?
Betty, it's Mr Magruder.
- How are the kids?
- Fine.
I'm just fixing their...
My gosh, you're on TV!
We must've done
pretty well today.
Is Leeanne around?
No, Mr Alden picked her up.
Mr Alden, huh?
Kids, your daddy's
on the phone.
Hi, Dad.
How you doin', darlin'?
OK. The guy on TV says
you're a snake-oil salesman
and I told Jeff you're
a lawyer, right?
You don't believe
everything on TV, do you?
No, guess not.
I told you, Jeff!
Daddy said he's still a lawyer.
But Dad's still on TV.
Hey, you guys, quit fightin'!
OK, I love you both.
See you tomorrow, OK?
Bye, Dad!
Yeah, bye, honey.
Dunson, Hess and Magruder?
Hey, Konnie, it's Rick.
Put Lois on.
Yes, Mr Magruder.
One second, please.
Lois? It's Rick.
Well,
if it isn't the golden boy!
I just saw you
on the six o'clock.
Why'd you wear that tie?
That tie's good luck.
Are you coming by here?
You read my mind. How's dinner
at the Pink House sound?
Ricky, I'd love to,
but we're swamped here.
But swing by
for something later.
- I'll come by, Lo.
- All right.
They ever gonna fix this door?
Congratulations, Rick.
What is this?
- Was this you?
- Sorry,
I wanted to say,
but they made me swear.
Let me take your stuff.
Is this all for me?
- I don't drink champagne.
- I got yours.
You are a psychic.
What are you doin' here?
Good to see you.
I appreciate it.
Who are all these people?
Do I know all these people?
Well, look who's here!
You didn't wear that...
I wore... I knew you'd
mention this suit.
Well, it worked.
I wanna tell you, you did a
superb job in Jacksonville.
Savannah lawyers haven't won
a case down there in 10 years.
In 10 years?
Oh, Judge Winslow
sends his regards.
Hey, Lo!
You put her up to this?
Lois, this is his night.
His night.
I know.
We'll take care of him.
- Enjoy.
- Thanks. Thanks for this.
It's a good surprise.
- You all right?
- We have to do this?
Oh, boy.
Why is she here?
I'll see you later.
Thanks.
Hey, Leeanne!
Oh, congratulations, Rick.
- Lipstick, there.
- Thank you.
Hey, Carl. I thought
I recognised that Lincoln.
Yes, isn't she a beauty?
Yeah, didn't spoil the surprise,
but the licence plate's obvious.
It's clever, you're an attorney
and it says attorney...
- Self-defence?
- Works every time.
Everyone's very happy for you.
- Well...
- You worked hard.
We got lucky.
A marvellous knack
for making cops look rotten.
Law says we've all gotta play by
the rules, Carl. You know that.
I bet that's exactly what you
told the jury, wasn't it?
We lay it out,
let 'em do the right thing.
So why didn't they?
I'll get us some more drinks?
All right, I'd love another
Bacardi and cranberry, thanks.
Thanks, honey.
Yeah. Thanks, honey.
Er, no, thank you.
So, I thought you'd
given up on attorneys?
Well, everyone's got
their thing.
Is that what it is?
What do you call someone
addicted to attorneys?
Stupid?
At least he's a divorce lawyer,
not a criminal.
- Lawyer, that is.
- Don't start.
That he was your
divorce lawyer is shitty,
don't you think, Leeanne?
Why are you here?
You wanna go through with this?
Tomorrow,
what time for the kids?
9:30. It's always 9:30,
why don't we make it 9:30?
All right, do me a favour
and be on time, Rick.
Carl? Er...
Can I get another drink?
- Jack, straight up?
- What am I gonna do?
- That jerk.
- JD, please.
Oh, boy. How she
picked him, I do not know.
I try so hard, I really do.
- I know, just...
- Every time l...
Remember the carrot here...
Fuck the carrot,
I have to put up with this crap.
- Lose it with him now and...
- I know...
Lose it now,
it'll cost you later.
He just pisses me off.
I understand that.
Let's forget about it.
- Where's the car?
- Down here.
One step, two steps...
- What colour is it?
- It's green.
Do you know what a fabulously
attractive woman you are?
Why don't we leave here
and go have some dinner?
That's the booze, Rick.
It makes you itch, remember?
Well, we can scratch.
You know better.
If you don't, I do.
It's what you pay me for.
Good judgement.
Well, I got the kids tomorrow,
but I'll call in, so...
One nightcap.
Something medicinal.
I'll fix you one, but I've got
an hour or two to catch up.
Hey, goddamit! That's my car!
Jesus... Shit!
Somethin' wrong?
Son of a bitch just
stole my fucking car!
What, just now?
Yeah, just now. Didn't you see?
Well, maybe
we should call the police.
Why? So they can make out
some goddamn report?
Tell me to call my insurance
company, which I don't have,
because I can't afford, and they
won't do a darn thing anyway.
No, thanks. I been
through this shit before.
Well, is there
anything I can do?
Find me a new life.
I'm gonna walk
to a phone booth...
I got a phone in the car.
'Course you do.
Listen, I'm on my way.
I could give you a ride.
No, thanks. I just need a cab.
Well, this time of night,
this weather,
you gonna wait around forever.
Where'd you live?
Across town.
Well, I don't mind, really.
I'm just wired from today,
so I could use the drive,
but, you know, whatever.
I'll... I'll give you a ride.
It's up here?
It's down this road about...
I don't know, three lights,
then turn right on Victory.
It's a couple of miles
out of town.
You like your job?
It wasn't a lifelong ambition,
if that's what you're asking.
I was just wonderin'.
Pays the rent.
Any news about Geraldo?
TV guy?
The storm.
I've had other things
on my mind.
Just wondered whether
it was coming in.
Boy, it's funny sometimes...
You get so wrapped up in a case
you forget other things exist.
Like what?
Like storms.
OK, now, at the end
of the street, turn right.
Turn right.
Right here.
Down the street or...?
No, first house
on the right-hand side.
All right.
What is it?
That's my car.
The one that was stolen?
Maybe it wasn't stolen.
What do you mean?
You got a roommate?
No, I live alone.
Thanks again for the ride.
What do you mean?
You forget to lock it?
You want me to come in?
For what? I'm fine.
Well, I'm comin' in.
Hello?
Another probable
depression has developed...
They your car keys?
Anybody home?
Hello?
So what did I walk into here?
Jealous boyfriend? Ex-husband?
Current husband?
None of the above?
My daddy.
Your daddy? Your daddy stole
your car? Broke into your house?
Any particular reason?
He's just not well.
What's wrong with him?
There's nothing wrong with him,
I didn't say that.
He just does weird
shit sometimes.
How long's this been goin' on?
Hey, you know what?
You gave me a ride, swell, but
I don't wanna talk about this.
Well, I think you should.
What is it he's doin'?
He follows me.
You mean stalks you?
What's that, the legal word?
Yeah, it is.
- Then that's it.
- Why?
I don't know,
he's in this group.
It's not religious, they don't
believe the world's ending.
They just got
some strange ideas.
Well, this is not
rational behaviour.
You gotta have somebody
talk to him.
You sound like
everybody else here.
Acting like it's so easy...
I ain't sayin' it's easy,
I'm just sayin' these
things escalate
and easily become dangerous.
You can make him get help.
What do you mean?
That if he's dangerous the state
can make him get checked out.
There's no money for that.
There doesn't have to be money.
You have an evaluation period.
If he needs psychiatric help,
the court can order it!
Courts can do shit for me!
Get him on Lithium, Prozac. All
I'm saying is maybe that's...
He ain't gonna get better!
My daddy ain't gonna get better.
I'm sorry, I...
I didn't mean to upset you.
It's all right.
Am I in your spot?
Oh, Jesus!
Come on, Leeanne.
'Course I didn't forget.
I'm sorry. I was not screwing
around! I had a meeting!
Why'd you always assume...?
I'll be with you in 15 minutes.
Yeah, I'm comin'.
Dad! You're late! Again!
I'm sorry, darlin'.
How are ya?
I'm sorry, Jeff.
In we go. Squeeze up.
There you go.
- You look like shit.
- Leeanne!
- Forgot to shave.
- Don't start.
Same shirt as last night,
isn't it?
We're good to go.
Say goodbye to your mom.
Bye-bye, angels.
I love you both.
Listen, guys, I let go your
hands, will you behave?
- Maybe!
- C'mon.
Listen, you want anything?
Just... Hey, listen.
You want one of these wheel
things? OK, you choose one.
Can I have one of these...
I'll have two.
OK, listen, look at this.
What is this?
You wanna get over here?
Look at this guy, he's somethin'
else, isn't he? Look at this.
Yeah?
Yeah, put him on.
Come on, Jack. Did I just
step off the banana boat?
I don't give a rat's ass.
It's not even in the ball park.
Get outta here.
When you guys land back
on Earth, give me a call.
Oh, yeah, and thank you.
Libby? Jeff!
Libby!
Jeff! Excuse me.
I thought I lost you guys.
It's starting again.
Well, where's the Benadryl?
Mom's got it.
It's the cats.
I thought you weren't
supposed to play with cats?
I was just petting them.
I tried to warn him,
but no-one listens to me.
I know that, honey.
Well, I guess we shouldn't tell
your mom too much about this.
Why?
Well, we don't wanna upset her.
I don't like to lie.
You don't have to lie,
but Jeff's still sneezing...
So?
Out you come.
I'm real sorry I was late.
- Love you.
- Love you too.
Mom, Dad took Jeff to the pets.
Take your Benadryl.
For God's sake, Rick.
What?
I've warned you about pet shops.
Leeanne, they were just there.
He's allergic to cats.
What?
Should I keep him on a leash?
Keep yourself on a leash.
Look at you.
- What?
- I can smell her on you.
Well, I can smell something
on you, Leeanne.
Good morning, Cassandra.
Good afternoon.
I know. Hi, Konnie.
Mr Whittaker called.
Mr Howard rang again
for a response
on the Jensens case.
And Judge Russo asked
about golf.
Tell Howard I haven't heard yet
and make Russo sweat a little.
- And can I have some...
- What? What?
Coffee. Same shirt?
I didn't notice.
Jim, we haven't seen
all we're gonna have.
A stationary front sits
right on top of us.
All right, Konnie.
Thought you might be
a little hungry.
A lot of food left over
from last night.
And Philip wants to talk
when you get a chance.
What we got here?
Caviar House?
Yeah, you catered last night
for Dunson, Hess and Magruder,
and, um, one of the caterers
left a jacket,
and I wanted
to get it back to her.
Sure. Do you have a name?
No, I don't have a name.
Uh, she was a girl, about 5'7",
brunette and, um...
We have a lot of people.
You need Jerry.
He's back tomorrow.
Yeah, well,
I agree with you on this one
and I agree also that this case
should never get to trial.
I think we can achieve that.
I appreciate your call.
Thank you.
You didn't even get her name.
What?
I'm simply curious.
You just keep propositioning
people until somebody says yes?
Come on, Lois.
Or was this another
of your regular girls
who have trouble with
too many syllables?
How many syllables do you need?
Sign this for me.
By the end of the day.
Yes, ma'am.
Thank you, Lois.
You're welcome.
Konnie,
I'll be back in one hour.
What about...
I'll call 'em later.
Lois. So sorry for the delay.
Have a nice day!
Hello!
Anybody home?
Hello?
Anybody home?
Hello? Anybody home?
Jesus!
Konnie, get Clyde
to meet me at the office.
I'll explain when he gets there.
OK, see you later.
Hey, Cassandra.
Where's Konnie?
She's in with Lois.
- Has Clyde Pell shown up?
- No, sir.
Cassandra, put your legs
away and answer the phone.
While you're here.
Hey, Konnie?
Where's Clyde Pell?
I told you to get him right now.
- I did.
- So where is he?
She's been waiting for you.
I had to see you.
I went to the house.
I saw what he did.
- Everything'll be all right.
- Can I get anything?
Get Lois. Clyde shows up,
bring him right in.
Son of a bitch.
Hey.
I liked that cat.
I came home from work
this afternoon and found him.
I know, I know.
I'm scared.
No smokin' in here, right?
Mr Pell, Mr Magruder's waiting.
How're you, sweet cheeks?
You're lookin' fine.
Thank you. Don't play
with my phone. Go on in.
I won't,
if you don't play with my...
Hey, remember me?
Private dick?
Don't touch me.
Mr Magruder's waiting.
I called half an hour ago.
I know, my pager's on the fritz.
- Hey, Rick.
- Hey, Clyde.
Thanks for comin'
at short notice.
Clyde Pell, this is, er...
Doss. Mallory Doss.
You know each other?
- No.
- Not exactly.
What does that mean?
Well, maybe she don't
remember me.
I investigated her father.
Shoeless Joe, they call him.
- For what?
- I worked at the DA. Tax case.
Some fringe group applied
for religious exemption.
Joe was up shit creek
without a paddle.
Excuse me, ma'am.
Come on in, Lois.
You know Clyde.
Mallory Doss, Lois Harlan,
one of my associates.
- Hello.
- Hi.
Didn't you waitress
at the party last night?
That's right.
Sit on down, Lois.
You should hear this.
Mallory, why don't you tell them
just what's been happening?
Well, my daddy's always
been a bit different.
He dresses real strange
and he don't wear any shoes,
and doesn't get along
with many people.
But lately things have got...
He's threatenin' her, stalkin'
her, breakin' into her house...
He stole my car a couple
of times, and then my cat...
He strung up her cat.
Wow. No offence, ma'am,
but he's always appeared
a few beers shy of a six-pack.
Well, we should maybe
ask some questions,
just to help out.
You have any other family?
No. Momma died eight years ago.
Any brothers or sisters?
No.
Any of your father's family
livin'?
Not that I know of.
Does your father have an
attorney to handle his affairs?
No, Daddy hates attorneys.
He had one, but he went nuts
and jumped out a window.
There's one with a conscience.
Well, we're gonna need someone.
We need someone to corroborate
your father's behaviour,
confirm he's been
doing this stuff.
I don't know.
Pete, maybe.
Pete?
Peter Randle, my ex-husband.
Daddy put him in hospital once.
Why's that?
Because he drank out
of Daddy's favourite cup.
We'll need him to testify
as to your father's behaviour
when we get into court.
Well, I don't know.
We're not friends exactly.
He swore he wouldn't piss on me
if I was on fire.
We'll talk to him.
I think you should leave your
house while this is going on.
I don't have my things.
Clyde'll drive you to get them,
then to the Bayshore.
- It's a nice quiet place.
- Who'll pay?
We will. We'll talk
about it later, Lois.
So you get Clyde some addresses,
your father and ex-husband.
Maybe some telephone numbers.
And then I'll fill in Lois,
and she'll be in touch.
No, I thought
you'd handle this?
Lois is just gonna help out.
It'll be OK, I promise.
Clyde, you want to...?
Yep. Yeah, you come on with me.
Get her into Bayshore, OK?
C'mon.
I thought our firm didn't handle
these kinds of cases.
Cases where people need help?
Ask me, it looks like
she can help herself.
A few others too.
What's that mean, Lois?
Nothing.
It's just you don't know her.
There may be...
There's no other reason,
no money.
She wants her father to get
better. It'll take a week.
Before you put him away,
make sure he's nuts...
You don't wanna do this,
we can talk when it's done.
I'll handle it, as long
as you know what you're doing.
Hello?
Hey, Diane.
Rick Magruder for Judge Russo.
Hi, how are you?
I'm good, thank you.
Hold on while I get him for you.
- Roy Russo.
- What's the word?
Rick, you gotta give me
another shot.
I'll give you another shot,
you'll get your swing back.
So what can I do for you?
You mind givin' a subpoena
commitment order a quick glance?
What's the story?
Nothing earth-shattering,
just some... nutty old man.
Talk to you for a second?
Sir! Sir!
Looking for Dixon Doss.
Looking for Dixon Doss!
We're looking
for Dixon Doss. He around?
- No.
- We got a warrant.
Looking for Dixon Doss!
Whoa, slow down!
Hey! You Dixon Doss?
We're looking for Dixon Doss.
Hey, you can't go anywhere.
They gotta talk to you.
Hey, Officer! We got one here!
Anybody else back there?
- Anybody here?
- I'm not Dixon.
Get back there!
Sir? Get that guy!
Dixon Doss?
Hey, hey! What's your name?
Everybody out front!
We're takin' IDs.
Move it out.
Pick it up! Come on!
Let's go, guys, everybody out!
Come on. Pick it up.
You got some ID?
Looking for Dixon Doss!
Dixon Doss!
Aw, c'mon, fellas!
Where are your shoes, buddy?
Officer!
That's him!
His old lady kicked it,
coupla years back.
Left him a few thousand
acres of unimproved land.
There's nothing there, right?
Enough for your
dry cleaning bill.
- You seen my bill?
- Yes, Giorgio.
- Remember you saw the house?
- I saw it.
Land's got some cabins on it,
but no water, no roads.
Nothing adds up.
It ain't even near anything.
Tax rolls say it's...
There... Around $13 an acre.
Speakin' of dollars...
What?
How's she making her retainer?
- Where's the captain, buddy?
- Right up there.
Hey, tough guy.
That one's called Ike.
- He looks like the general.
- No, like Ike and Tina.
Still, looks like
he's been through a war.
- Needs nine lives on this rig.
- Yeah.
If the machinery don't get 'em,
the gearbox usually does.
Grind a 200lb man into
cheeseburger, let alone a cat.
I'm looking for the captain,
Peter Randle?
Yeah, that'd be me.
Oh, shit on my hands.
Capitano. Busboy. Receptionist.
You from Port Authority?
No, I'm Rick Magruder.
Attorney for your ex-wife.
Bitch has had her
last dime from me.
It's not about that, Mr Randle.
I'm here in the matter
of her father.
What? Something happen
to that old shoeless fruitcake?
I hope he croaked.
Miss Doss wants him committed.
He's become unstable.
Become?
He never had a stable day
in his life.
He's become dangerous
to himself and his daughter.
I understand
he attacked you once?
Ain't no big deal.
That's not what I heard,
Mr Randle.
He put you in hospital.
He what?
We know that he put
you in a hospital.
I'd like you to testify, to help
establish violent tendencies.
You want me to help Mallory?
That's the general idea, sir.
That'll be a cold day in hell.
I wouldn't piss on her,
if she was on fire.
We're aware of your
urinary problem, sir.
Thing is...
Mr Randle,
I can force you to testify.
You couldn't force me
to do anything,
except throw your sorry ass
off this vessel.
We can talk about that
when you're subpoenaed.
I'll look forward to seeing you
in court, Mr Randle.
All rise!
All rise!
Be seated, please.
My calendar shows this
is a competency hearing.
Are we ready to proceed?
Yes, Your Honour.
Mr Cherry?
Your Honour, I regret
to inform you this late,
but I've been discharged
by Mr Doss.
He wishes
no legal representation.
Is this so?
You understand you're waiving
your right to an attorney?
Yes, sir.
Since this isn't a criminal
matter, I'll let it proceed.
But please stand by, Mr Cherry.
Yes, sir.
- Mr Magruder?
- Yes, Your Honour.
We will prove the respondent
is mentally incompetent,
and call our first witness,
Dr Bernice Sampson.
Disoriented, certainly.
And showing distinct signs
of paranoia as well.
He was utterly uncooperative
and given to violent outbursts.
And your conclusions, Doctor?
Judging from his behaviour
I'd say Mr Doss suffers
from rather acute schizophrenia.
I recommend that he be committed
to hospital for an evaluation.
Unmedicated and untreated,
he is volatile
and possibly dangerous,
- to himself and others.
- Thank you, Doctor.
Any questions, Mr Doss?
Mr Cherry?
You may step down, Doctor.
Next witness, Mr Magruder.
Your Honour,
we call Mr Peter Randle,
who appears today
pursuant to a subpoena.
Noted.
Come forward, sir.
Raise your right hand.
Do you swear the evidence you
give the court is the truth,
the whole truth and nothing but
the truth, so help you God?
- Yeah, OK.
- Have a seat.
Mr Randle, what is
your relation to Mr Doss?
Oh, yeah, I used to be
married to his daughter.
Is she here?
Please point her out.
That skinny girl over there.
Let the record show he indicated
Mr Doss's daughter, Mallory.
Your marriage ended in divorce,
I believe, sir.
Yeah.
During your marriage you made
acquaintance with Mr Doss,
and your relationship with him
was turbulent, was it not?
Well, c'mon,
you had fights with him.
You had actual physical
confrontations, didn't you?
Why?
Non-responsive, Your Honour.
Answer the question.
I don't remember.
Did you go to hospital after any
of these incidents, Mr Randle?
May I remind you you're on oath?
No, I will.
Mr Randle, answer the question,
or I'll hold you in contempt.
Punishable by a fine and up to
30 days in jail. Understood?
Yes, sir, but you can't prove
I remember something I don't.
Let's see if you remember this,
Mr Randle.
Is it true, as it says here,
three years ago you were
admitted to Savannah Memorial
Hospital with concussion?
Yeah, I guess.
Well, I guess so too, sir.
It says here,
on your medical record,
that you were clubbed
with a stick of firewood.
A stick of firewood, Mr Randle.
You remember that?
Yeah.
By whose hand, sir?
Doss.
Mr Doss. Counsel.
That kind of behaviour will not
be allowed. Get them out!
We just won the case.
Mr Magruder, please continue.
Mr Randle, why did Mr Doss
attack you with a stick?
'Cause I drank out of his cup.
'Cause you drank out of his cup.
On March 17th the following year
you received 22 stitches
in your right arm.
Mr Doss again, I believe?
- Yeah.
- That's all, Your Honour.
If you have any defence,
Mr Doss...
Your Honour, nothin'
this asshole said is true,
but help me with this,
will you, Your Honour?
You arrest me, you arrest me
based on her pack of lies.
You appoint me a lawyer who's
incompetent, inexperienced,
he probably cheated his way
through law school.
On top of that, two doctors
examine me, they come in,
look at my eyes
and then rush out.
The first one wanted me to name
the first five presidents.
Can you do that, Judge?
Let me hear you.
Name the first five presidents
of the United States.
George Washington,
Abraham Lincoln, John Kennedy...
Mr Doss?
Mr Doss! I don't answer
questions, I ask them.
They ought to ship
you off for 90 days.
This man's terrorised
his own daughter.
He needs treating.
Simple as that.
That's enough.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Mr Doss, please stand.
Stand up.
Yes, sir.
After hearing the evidence here,
I think it's best
for you and all concerned
that you be hospitalised,
in Georgia Regional in Savannah
for psychiatric examination.
I order that you be
admitted for that purpose.
Come on, Mr Doss.
You little bitch!
Judge?
Can I go?
It's paying bills,
checking investments,
making sure he doesn't suffer
financially in hospital.
That's why they call it
conservator.
But can't you
be the conservator?
If I touch his money,
he'll accuse me of stealing it.
You have to,
you're the next of kin.
Besides, you need court approval
for every penny spent.
Oh, good.
Anyway, they'll get your father
on Lithium, treat him.
In a few months
he'll feel a lot better.
Hey, easy, easy. Hey.
It was a dream. I was dreaming.
Was it him?
It was him. It's always him.
When I was a kid
he used to tell me stories,
and they became
stranger and scarier.
He'd come into my room
and sit on my bed and he'd...
There was one...
The one about
the Gingerbread Man.
A lonely old man and woman
who lived in the woods.
They had no children,
so she decides
to bake a gingerbread man.
And when he comes out
the oven he's alive.
And he runs out of the house,
and past the cow,
past the horse, past men
who all want to eat him up.
But he keeps
runnin' and yellin',
"Run, run as fast as you can,
you can't catch me,
"I'm the Gingerbread Man."
That's it.
And he grew very proud,
because he thought
no-one would ever catch him.
Until one day,
he came upon a river,
which he couldn't cross, or he'd
break into little pieces.
So he lets this fox,
who promises not to eat him,
carry him across on his back.
Only, just before
they reach the other side,
the fox snaps his head back,
and swallows him whole.
My daddy used to warn me,
it was just as easy
for little children to disappear
as it was for gingerbread men.
Now, is somebody gonna help me
with this food here?
Is anyone gonna
help me carry this?
I'm gonna catch you!
C'mon! Don't stop! Don't stop!
You gonna give me a hand here?
OK, last one there
gets no food!
Who wants to eat? Am I gonna
be carryin' this stuff all day?
You want some food?
OK, what did we order?
- Mashed potatoes.
- I get the chicken.
You order chicken, you get
chicken.
Macaroni cheese,
you get macaroni cheese.
Listen, I just saw
someone from work.
You lay this stuff out.
I'll be right back.
Well...
Fancy meetin' you here.
It's a sign.
- Hey.
- How are you?
OK. Cute kids.
You wanna come meet 'em?
You sure it's a good idea?
I think it's a good idea.
- OK.
- Come on.
Libby and Jeff.
Or Leffy and Jib.
Whatever you want.
Or Leffy and Jib.
You'll endear yourself
by calling them different names.
What's for lunch?
We got everything you can get.
Hey, guys! Here's somebody
I know. Say hello to her.
Libby, say hello to Mallory.
Jeff, say hello to Mallory.
Shake hands.
I'm Jeff, I'm a lovely person
with a fabulous dad.
- Come and sit down.
- In your dreams!
My dreams? In your dreams!
Come and eat.
Hi, there.
- OK, so...
- Hi, Rick!
You tell him we're comin' here?
No. Did you tell him
we were going?
Guys, lay this stuff out
and help yourselves.
I'll be right back.
How'd you know to come here?
That's my profession. I gotta
tell you something quick.
What's the matter?
I don't want to panic Miss Doss,
but her old man didn't like
his new address.
What?
Some wingnuts from the group
broke into the hospital,
busted him out somehow.
Staff put someone in his room
by mistake.
Didn't even know till today.
- Son of a bitch.
- Don't freak, but...
- I'd keep an eye on her.
- Sure. Thanks.
Listen, do me a favour?
Take the kids home?
Leeanne's back soon.
Don't tell her what's goin' on.
Say I got tied up.
Hey, guys!
Clyde's gonna give you a ride!
...It's not much comfort.
Introducing
the Norelco reflex...
...Has become Hurricane Geraldo,
and is...
...Scared and anxious
for no real reason?
Sorry, Leeanne,
this is real important.
I promise, if it wasn't an
emergency, I wouldn't do it.
Come on, you know Clyde, the
kids are comfortable with him.
I just don't like him.
Never have.
The guy hung around
here for an hour.
Then he asked for a drink.
He was flirtin' with me too.
- Well...
- I don't trust him.
He did me a favour
droppin' off the kids,
and he's gone now, so let it go.
I don't want that drunk
hangin' round my children.
Would you mind
if I call you later?
As a matter of fact, I would.
Well...
I'll give you a call later.
I'm sorry.
Rick, wait.
I was scared. Clyde said
if I had one I should carry it.
Take it.
What is it?
They left it on the steps.
Get your things.
Where we goin'?
Just get your bag.
Let's get out!
Where are we headed?
To get some help.
But we weren't
even in there very long.
Then we got the picture
and then the car blew up.
Did the doorbell ring
or just a knock?
Why?
Helps with the profile.
Certain criminals knock,
others ring doorbells.
You understand?
This guy is dangerous.
Probably why
he's a called a criminal.
Savannah Police Department,
Eleventh Precinct.
Oh, hi, baby. How you doing?
What?
Can I have some help here? Hal!
You can't go in there!
Goddamit, Hal!
- What are you doing, Magruder?
- I know what they're up to.
If someone doesn't do something,
I'll make problems.
We got a problem. You.
You got no manners.
This place is full of guys
fed up bustin' their chops,
bringin' in scumbags,
ones who shoot cops,
so some champion of civil rights
like you can get 'em off.
If you want to complain,
do it at the desk.
Get out of my office.
Have a nice day.
You got a car fire?
Call the fire department.
Lois!
Lois! It's Rick!
Lois!
I'm sorry, Lois. Her old man
flipped again real bad.
Cops didn't wanna know.
I thought it was a good idea.
To bring her here?
- Just tonight.
- Then?
I don't know. While
he's loose she's in danger.
Why are you in charge?
She needs help.
Nobody else is...
- I paged Clyde to call here.
- Hello?
Hello? Lois?
Hi, gorgeous.
Let me talk to Boss Man.
Hold on a second, Clyde.
Clyde, where are you?
I'm at Huey's,
watchin' the storm.
How long you been there?
Two, three hours.
What's goin' on, anyway?
Somebody torched Mallory's car.
Jesus H. Christ.
Well, anybody see anything?
No. It was so fast.
- What should I do?
- When can you be here?
- Where are you?
- At Lois's.
Damn! Sorry, man, I'm a little
blown away and a little toasted.
Give me the address,
I'll pop over in a minute.
I'll wake up.
Forget it. Go home.
Get sober. Get some sleep. Meet
me at eight tomorrow morning.
- Sure thing, boss.
- Yeah. Bye.
Clyde's gonna come by tomorrow
while we go to the office.
Right. What about tonight?
We'll stay here.
We just have to decide
who sleeps with who.
The last hurricane was David,
a minor hurricane.
The Savannah Storm will monitor all the action
and keep you posted on how
to prepare for the worst.
Still to come on ABC Savannah...
I'll call Clyde,
figure out when they're leaving.
I appreciate that.
And thanks for last night.
Anything good today?
I'm sure last night was better.
Your only exercise
is jumping to conclusions.
Lois! You wanna do
this Whittaker thing today?
That'd be great.
You get lucky last night,
Konnie?
No, I'm not very lucky, sir.
I don't know,
you still got your job.
Lighten up, Konnie.
You were being a smart ass!
Hey, what's seven letters
for unnerves?
Should I get this?
Blank, blank, T.
Maybe another T in there.
Ah, "Rattles".
Yeah, hello?
Clyde, it's Rick.
What's goin' on?
Is Mallory there?
'Course. She's fixin' breakfast.
- Wanna put her on?
- OK, hold on.
Guess who?
Hello?
Hey, how you feeling?
I don't know. Little better.
Any news?
Nothin' yet,
but they'll find him.
Everything goin' OK with Clyde?
Sure.
- Er, can I call you back?
- All right.
What's that?
Oh, my God.
Hello?
Er, yeah, Betty,
is Leeanne there?
No, sir, they went to Nashville
for a couple of days.
Yeah, I forgot. Uh...
Where exactly are the kids now?
In school.
Is everything all right?
Yeah. I'll call back later.
Cancel this Whittaker thing
and call Clyde,
tell him what's happening.
Jesus, Rick!
What are you doing?
These are my kids, Lois.
Maybe he's just scaring you...
Well, he's done a good job!
I'm Richard Magruder.
I need to take my kids out,
right now.
What's the problem, sir?
Let me sign what I need to.
I'm in a hurry.
Can you let me know which
classroom they're in, please?
I gotta get moving,
could you...?
I'm sorry, sir. I need their
mother's authorisation.
I appreciate that,
but I think they're in danger.
- What's up here?
- I can't talk about this.
Tell me where they are.
I'll get 'em.
I'm sorry, but our rules
in such cases...
You don't understand.
We'll talk later.
Mr Magruder!
Call Mr Pitney.
- Libby!
- Mr Magruder...
Jeff!
Stop, or we'll call
the authorities!
Miss Hamrick, call the police!
- Mr Magruder.
- Put this on, honey.
- Tell me where your brother is.
- You're having a bad divorce.
Hey, Jeff! Jeff, there he is.
- Jeff!
- How are you?
We're goin' on a trip.
I can't talk now.
I'll call you. I'm an attorney.
All right, settle down...
Don't do that!
He's OK, he's OK.
He's OK. Let's go.
OK, strap up!
Now, everything's
gonna be OK, all right?
- You're not missing anything?
- Yes, I am.
Miss Hamilton was
giving me a bird test.
I thought you
didn't like birds? Jeff?
- I skip math!
- Well, that's good, isn't it?
You shouldn't sound so pleased,
don't tell your mom that.
Why'd they call the police, Dad?
And why did Mr Pitney
try to hit you?
They thought I wasn't your dad.
They have to look out
for strangers.
Is something wrong with Mom?
There's nothing wrong
with Mom, honey.
Then what's going on?
Er, we're just goin'
on a trip, darling.
Will you stop talking
like I'm Jeff's age!
What's wrong with my age?
I know something's goin' on.
It's your grandmother,
she's just a little sick.
- Cancer or heart attack?
- What?
She's just got a little flu,
24-hour stomach flu.
She'll be fine,
once we get there.
Then why are we going?
Hey, why don't you two
concentrate on navigating?
Dad, was that judo
you used on Mr Pitney?
Yeah... that was kind of judo.
Come on.
OK, you wanna get some candy?
Let me give you some...
watch the puddle.
OK, OK, what do you want?
OK, I'll give you both one.
You want to fill her up, please?
Hey, Clyde?
Rick. What's goin' on?
Nothin', man.
Police don't know nothin'.
Are they looking?
He's under a court order.
He bust out, blew up a car,
threatened my kids.
The cops are pretty hacked off
at you right now.
Get on it, Clyde!
It's your job to.
How am I supposed to? I'm here
babysitting Pandora, man.
All right, leave her.
She's probably safe there.
I'll figure it out.
Leeanne got a call from school,
she about blew her lid.
You know there's a warrant
out for your arrest?
- For what?
- For what?!
Popping that janitor.
He's filed for assault.
I'm not dealing with that
till the cops put Doss away.
This is about
my kids now, Clyde.
Nobody's gonna harm
either of them!
Now, you find Doss! I wanna hear
the door slam before I hang up!
- All right.
- Put Mallory on.
He wants to talk to you.
Here's Nervous Nellie himself.
All right, I'm gone, Rick!
- Rick, hi.
- Mallory.
L... I never meant for you
to get involved like this.
It's not your fault.
We have to deal with it now.
Where are you?
I'm on the road.
Better if no-one knows.
All right. I understand.
How are the kids?
They're fine. I don't think they
know what's going on.
L... I don't think you should
be left on your own.
I think you've gotta
come with us,
if you don't mind.
All right. Whatever you say.
OK, listen. Take the Greyhound
to Stillwell, off the 25.
Get a bus at 6:45,
I'll see you at eight.
Now, whatever,
you wait there for me.
- What about Clyde?
- Hasn't he gone?
You on a cellular,
dumb shit?
I thought you'd gone?
You know
a cellular gives a signal?
Get rid of it,
use a hard line.
Yeah. Will you get movin'?
Calm your liver.
Hello? Hello?
- Rick?
- Mallory?
- Yeah.
- Is he gone?
Yeah.
I better hang up.
Don't... Don't miss that bus.
I won't.
Libby, Jeff! Let's get movin'!
Let's get movin' now!
OK, you strap up, there.
Goin' far, pal?
I'm getting out of town.
Been in these storms before.
Yeah, looks big.
Well, y'all have a nice trip.
Hey, it's room service!
You going to let Daddy in here?
Thank you.
All right, we have food!
Food comin' your way.
Where's the pizza?
They didn't have pizza.
Let's enjoy this.
I'm gonna telephone
your Mommy, OK?
You stay here, enjoy this. This
is good food, you'll love it.
What the hell do you mean,
everything's all right?
I mean, you kidnap my kids,
then you punched out a janitor!
And now there's a maniac
after my children!
That's why I have 'em,
they're safe.
God damn you, Rick!
Bring them home!
I can't, Leeanne.
Not now, not yet.
Why the hell not?
Whether this creep's serious
or not, I don't know,
but I'm sure as hell
not taking chances.
I... Leeanne, I should go now.
I'm going to the police.
There's a warrant out for you.
This creep's loose and
there's a warrant out on me?!
I don't care. You made that bed.
I just want my children back.
As soon as the guy's put away,
we'll come home, I promise.
Until then,
it's not safe. I gotta...
Libby! Jeff!
Libby! Jeff!
Libby! Jeff!
- What is it?
- He's got my kids.
Somebody got in the room.
Where would he go? Think!
Move the car!
You hired me to watch her. Now
she's meeting you? I'm clueless.
Move the car. Doss has my kids!
What? How?
Somebody must've been
following me.
- See him?
- No!
Maybe it was his guys.
Let's find him.
I got a lead they might
be in his compound.
- You know it?
- His old hunting place.
- Know where?
- I'll try!
You go to the police. Meet us at
the compound! Move!
Careful. That old man's crazy!
Run my ass over, too!
Put your belt on.
I was just on the phone.
It wasn't your fault.
- If anything happens...
- Take this road.
- I'm not sure.
- Remember!
- I'm trying!
- Think!
- I don't remember!
- Left or right? Think!
Is it left or right, goddamit?
I don't know!
Left, I think.
Back at that tree.
That's his car.
What're you gonna do?
You better wait here.
You're trespassin', lawyer boy.
You're trespassin'.
Give me my kids.
You're trespassin'.
Give me my kids,
you son of a bitch!
The kids. They've got the kids!
They're safe.
Your kids are safe.
Drop the gun!
The kids are safe?
They're at the station,
not a scratch on 'em.
Will you give me the gun, now?
Throw the gun down!
Throw it down, Clyde.
I killed Doss.
Step over here!
Now!
- Slow down!
- How far?
All right, come on, Bill!
Your kids
are at the station, Rick.
We dropped them off.
Get me the Fire Department.
Send an ambulance.
I need back-up.
Get your hands up!
Lady, get your hands up!
Step around to the front!
Move!
Put your hands on the hood!
It's all right, ma'am.
Easy, Bill.
I know this lady.
- Let us do our job.
- I am...
She's good people, man.
Be nice to her.
Step back!
It's all right, ma'am.
Who started this party?
I don't know.
When they saw he was dead they
just started burning everything.
Just burning everything.
It's all right, I just wanna ask
you some questions.
Careful with this guy,
he's a lawyer.
He'll put you away first.
All right, boss?
Self-defence?
See you at the station.
He lifted
the gun and started to shoot.
You were trespassing
and the daughter said
he fired in the air.
If I waited to see where
he fired, I'd be dead.
I thought my kids
were in danger.
But they weren't.
The Founding Fathers established
the right to protect oneself,
by force if necessary.
Even from lawyers.
And I don't have the right
to protect my kids?
They were found here,
safe and sound,
minutes after you called me.
Somebody took 'em
and dropped 'em off.
They said so themselves.
That's right, somebody.
Some tall guy with a beard
and dirty clothes.
I could spit outside
and hit nine just like that.
Isn't that
a little strange, sir?
You tell me.
Excuse me,
could I see Mr Magruder's kids?
Either it was Doss
or one of his group.
They were in on this,
broke him out of state hospital.
That doesn't carry
the death penalty.
Doss came at me
with a 12-gauge shotgun.
So you thought you had to
protect yourself?
Yes, I did, sir.
But y'all never gave that
courtesy to Officer Watson,
down in Jacksonville, did you?
You put him on the stand.
He was just protecting himself.
You punched holes the size of
cow chips in a 20-year career.
You got yourself in a whole
bucket of shit here, Magruder.
And if I were you,
I'd find myself a good lawyer.
I wanna see my kids.
My children? Are they all right?
Yeah, they're fine, they're OK.
Thanks, Lois.
Mommy!
OK, kids, it's all right.
Tell you what, how about
I take you guys to the car...
Don't tell my kids what to do.
I'm trying to help.
Can I talk to you, Rick?
The last thing you've ever been
is a father.
And if you can't keep them safe,
I'll fight tooth and nail for
full custody with no visitation.
Don't do that, Leeanne.
Please don't do that.
And do me a favour.
Keep your white trash tramps
away from my children.
And that drunk pervert too.
Let's go home, honey.
Wave to your daddy.
Bye, Daddy!
I'll have to impound the car.
You didn't actually see those
kids get in that car, did you?
I don't know. I thought I did.
I just saw everybody running.
It doesn't make sense.
What's that?
Why Doss would take my kids,
then release them after an hour.
He wasn't after them,
just wanted to use them as bait.
To get me on his property?
Yeah, and kill you.
With your kids' there,
you're a loose cannon.
Then he drops them
at the police station?
Makes kidnapping charges
harder to press,
and he's got you trespassin'.
How could I find him?
Those cabins were up five miles
of unmarked dirt road.
Me.
He didn't know you'd come.
The kids were taken
before you arrived.
Probably figured you'd call and
she'd tell you the way.
Yeah, Daddy didn't figure
I'd be with you.
And when he saw me he hesitated.
That's when you shot him.
We've got something.
- What'd you get?
- A box of some kind.
Well, Rick, on the good side,
under these circumstances,
you might not have
to do any hard time.
Say that again?
If things go right
you won't go to prison.
So what's the bad side?
Well, even without
serving any time
you're probably
looking at disbarment.
- You serious?
- I'm serious.
Listen, counsellor, you don't
understand the gravity of this.
I understand it, sir.
Listen to me.
You don't understand it.
Right here,
under standard 66...
I know about standard 66.
Even if you plead no contest
and serve no time,
you can still be disbarred.
I don't believe this!
He kidnapped my children!
Wait a minute!
You violated the court order
by taking your own children.
Have you lost your minds?
Wait, let me clean it off first.
It's a metal box.
There's no evidence connecting
Doss to those photos.
- We gotta have something.
- Or that he had the kids.
It was someone
they can't identify.
Here's how they'll present it.
You put him away...
I was set up! Got that? Set up!
You went to his property with a
loaded weapon and you shot him.
If that weren't enough...
Yeah, what?
That daughter is your client,
who, rumour has it,
you're sleeping with.
Normally, it wouldn't
be my business...
It isn't, counsellor.
But I'm obligated to tell you...
- You're not!
...it'll raise eyebrows.
Can you open it
while I photograph?
Everything was charred up, Rick.
All I could see
was probably Doss's...
If there's a copy of the will,
there may be an original.
This is Georgia,
they're held privately.
Who else might have one?
- County?
- That'll take forever.
His attorney committed suicide
a while back.
It's a long shot, Lois.
He could've kept a copy.
What's that gonna tell us? He
had that old house, some land...
We need something.
When's his hearing?
- Tomorrow.
- Who's presiding?
- Judge Cooper.
- OK, do it quietly.
We need more time before
we hand over...
- What should I do?
- Check anywhere they lived.
- For what?
- I don't know!
But Doss was a hunter, right?
He had a clean shot at me.
So how come I'm not dead?
Your land
didn't register as much,
because there's nothing
really taxable on it.
No roads, improvements,
limited access.
Yeah, we know
what's on the tax books.
I don't get this.
What... exactly is this worth?
The land? Not much.
- But the timber...
- Yeah?
On this 2,000 acres
is 15 acres of Black Walnut.
But they can't tax it
until it's cut down for income.
Black Walnut? Isn't that rare?
- And very valuable.
- How valuable?
Well, depending upon
the density and the quality,
between 10 and 15
million dollars.
Counsellor, it's very
difficult to believe
that a man with these assets
had no will.
No documentation. Nothing. Nada.
Your Honour, the late
Mr Doss was mentally ill.
And had a fear of attorneys.
Don't we all.
Miss Doss, in the circumstances
I'm compelled by the law
to appoint you as administratrix
of your daddy's estate.
Only, before I do so I would
like a full search and inventory
of all his assets and papers
filed with this court
within 30 days.
Do you understand?
Yes, Your Honour.
Court's adjourned.
See you later.
Rick...
Mallory?
What's going on?
What do you mean?
You didn't know
about those trees?
No, I don't care what they're
worth. I don't want any of it.
I'm supposed to buy that?
I don't care what you buy
or don't buy, Rick.
But I'll tell you, I hope
there is a will somewhere,
and he left the whole thing
to those hillbillies.
If not,
you'll always have
that choice, won't you?
Good evening,
I'm Natalie Kendricks.
Geraldo, the category three
hurricane, is coming back.
Storm trackers believe Geraldo
is aimed right at us.
If it continues on its current
path, Savannah is the bullseye.
Yeah, hello?
Yeah, Magruder.
You sittin' down, partner?
Why?
I was at County, runnin' a cross
ref on the old man, and boop!
Daughter's name's on a marriage
certificate from South Carolina.
Well, turns out your girlfriend
and Pete Randle?
They aren't exactly
husband and ex-wife.
What are you saying?
What does it sound like
I'm saying?
They never divorced.
Never even filed for divorce.
They're as married as can be.
Whatever's hers, is his.
Line's goin'. You there? Rick?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm here.
Where are you now?
Huey's Bar, right?
You know it.
How long to get to Mallory's?
With the rain? 20 minutes.
I'm heading over to Huey's.
In 45 minutes, I'll call Mallory
with the good news.
- Good news?
- We found the will.
Wait, I'm behind here, man.
Bait, Clyde.
Let's see what we hook.
Go to Mallory's.
Park outside and wait.
OK.
She'll go driving after I talk
to her. Follow her and call me.
All right, Boss Man.
Hey, Robin?
Robin, I gotta go work, OK?
You got that $20?
- Yeah.
- OK, pay the bill.
See you later.
Love you, love you.
Love you.
He ain't comin' back!
Death and debris.
Geraldo is here.
This was the Georgia coast
earlier today...
Hello?
Mallory, it's Rick.
I want to apologise.
It was wrong what I said,
I'm real sorry.
What do you mean?
We found the will. We haven't
had time to go into the details,
but you got your wish. Your dad
left everything to the group.
You there, Mallory?
That's great.
I can get you the paperwork...
The cellular unit
you called is not responding.
- Hang up and try again.
- What?
And those on the streets
right now need to seek shelter.
Thanks.
What time is it, Sara?
It is too dangerous
to be out on the roads.
Sara?
Give me that phone again.
It's too dangerous
for any of us to be out.
Power has gone out
in most of the downtown area.
It's far too dangerous
to be out.
Clyde!
Hello?
Lois?
Rick! Thank God it's you.
Listen, we found a copy
of the will in Effingham.
We should've started there.
And?
Hello?
Hello, Lois!
I thought I lost you.
Lois, what else you got?
It's all hers, Rick.
He left her everything.
And his!
What's that?
And his too!
Listen,
keep trying to get Clyde.
Try his cellular,
I'll call you later!
- OK.
- OK, bye, Lois.
Come on. Come on, Clyde.
OK, answer. Come on,
Clyde, where are you?
Come on, Clyde.
Wherever you are now,
stay there!
That was a good shot.
I had to. He'd have killed you.
Lucky for me,
you know how to shoot
these things off.
What do you do? We need help.
Two guys are dead.
Whatever you thought about
your father, you were wrong.
He left you everything.
You would've had it all.
That's a lie.
You son of a bitch,
you lied to me!
Bastard!
Let me out of here!
You know, Mac,
it's a pretty lousy offer.
Five years, lose your licence
to practise. Community service.
I'm not risking a trial.
I've the kids to think about.
Community service
never hurt anybody.
You were used, we've proof.
Any way you cut it,
I killed Doss. There's proof.
You thought he'd
kidnapped your kids.
Yeah, but he didn't.
You haven't lost
in eight years, Rick.
Well, maybe it's time I did.

Damn it.
Rear armor?
Shot to hell.
You better drop back...
It's the last lap.
We can win this.
Why don't this son
of a bitch just die?
Oil.
Out.
Smoke.
Finished.
Give me the napalm.
Nothing works.
Drop the tombstone.
On my mark. Three,
two,
one.
I got you now,
motherfucker.
Mark.
Shit.
Fuck.
That's how you want
to do it? Okay.
He's still coming.
Our tank is exposed.
He's got us, Frank.
You have to drop back.
It's a quarter mile to
the line. I can make it.
Sayonara, Frankie.
Punch out.
I'm sorry.
Forty years.
Longer than my marriage.
Sounds like you're
gonna miss this place.
I still can't believe they...
closed it down.
Just like that.
The only thing I'm gonna
miss is my paycheck.
Well, it was honest
work for honest men.
I got a family to feed,
and there's no work out there.
I hear they might be
hiring down at the docks.
Five men, maybe.
Hey, thanks, man.
Thanks, Jensen.
Collect your final
paycheck and leave.
The main gate will be
locked in 15 minutes.
Get ready to be
ripped off, boys.
Collect your paycheck
and leave...
the premises in an
orderly manner.
The main gate will be
locked in 15 minutes.
Cash or check?
Better make it cash.
$300.
I worked 120 hours
the last two weeks.
Cash fee. Next.
Cash fee?
You wanted cash,
there's a fee.
You want a check instead?
Seeing as the company's out
of business, not exactly.
You don't like it, there's
the complaint box. Next.
They never get it.
Self-fulfilling prophecy.
We're honest workers.
We're just like you guys.
What the hell are
you doing here?
You bastards.
Shit. Shit.
Ross.
You okay, Ross?
Rubber bullets,
the assholes.
Come on.
Come on.
Hi, honey.
Hi. Sorry I'm so late.
Nice day at work?
Yeah. Just fine.
Give me that shirt.
They called the riot
police. It got ugly.
I don't deserve you.
You're a good man,
Jensen Ames.
And it doesn't matter what
anyone else thinks but me.
So, $300. That's
all they gave us.
We'll make it last.
We always do.
I'll start looking tomorrow.
I think you're forgetting
that I married you...
for your
non-financial assets.
Did you now?
Mmm-hmm.
Daddy's home. Is it you
who was making all that noise?
What does little
Piper want? Want a story?
You know you
won't understand it.
But it will be good
practice for me.
But it will be good
practice for me.
What the hell.
Let's go crazy.
Something smells good.
Honey?
Suzy?
Stay on the ground.
Stay on the ground.
Drop the knife.
Do not resist.
Stay on the ground.
Stay where you are.
Stay on the ground.
Don't move.
Move.
Get up against the wall.
Scrub yourself.
Stop.
Prisoner will step back.
Happy holidays.
They slipped.
Good morning.
Morning.
Morning, Warden.
Morning.
Good morning, ma'am.
Good morning.
There goes the baddest
ass in the yard.
Sound like you're
in love, homie.
I am.
Damn. I had to
wake up for this?
All right, is it
my imagination,
or is this shit
getting worse?
Like, what is this
supposed to be?
Oatmeal.
I think.
Man, how do you
fuck up oatmeal?
Who's the new guy?
Jensen Ames.
The driver?
Never heard of him.
Oh, yeah, I saw him race
years ago. He's good.
Did some time upstate.
Killed his career.
Holder of the fastest laps
at Willard, Union and Butler.
I hope he's as fast off
the track as he is on.
Never a dull day.
Let's get the fuck
out of here.
Heads up.
It's Pachenko.
So you're the wife killer.
Takes a big man
to kill a woman.
I suppose you
rape kiddies, too.
You hear that,
everyone?
Guy kills women.
Rapes kiddies.
What do you think we
ought to do about that?
Get down on the ground.
Down on the ground. Now.
Nobody move.
Nobody move.
I guess he didn't like
the oatmeal, either.
Well, you've got stones.
Putting the hurt on
a Brotherhood general.
But right now, that's the
least of your problems.
The warden does bad
things to people...
that mix it up
with the drivers.
Prisoner 77119, ma'am.
Thank you, Mr. Ulrich.
This prison is the
home to murderers,
rapists and violent
offenders of every kind.
The United States penal system...
sends me the worst
of the worst.
But the men
you've provoked...
Well, let's just
say, Mr. Ames,
that the life term
you joined us for...
may be a lot shorter
than you think.
I understand.
Tradition.
Soften up the new guy.
An ass-slapping good
time had by all.
Foul language is an issue...
for me.
While looking
over your record.
I couldn't help noticing
your occupational history.
It seems you have some
talent behind the wheel.
Out of curiosity, when was
the last time you raced?
It's been a while.
I lost my license.
What if I could help you?
Get my license back?
I had something else in mind.
You're familiar
with the Death Race...
and the driver the
fans call Frankenstein?
A man so disfigured
by crashes...
that he's forced
to wear a mask.
His return to the track
is highly anticipated,
and therein lies my problem.
No one knows yet,
but poor Frank died...
on an operating table not
long after his last race.
Anyone can wear the mask.
But not just anyone
can drive the car.
You have the skills I require
to keep the legend alive.
I want you to become
Frankenstein.
No, thanks.
He's dead.
Why don't you just
tell the truth?
The audience wants
to see Frank again.
He moves them.
Inspires them.
And in this world, that's
not so easy to come by.
What makes you
think for a second
I would risk my life
doing this for you?
Win five races,
you go free.
Those are the rules.
And Frank has won four.
Win one more,
you walk.
Call it intuition,
but...
I don't think you
belong in here...
with the rest
of these animals.
I might surprise you.
The race is Friday, and
I need your decision.
Ten seconds from now,
I will retract this offer,
and extend it to Prisoner
who, clearly not
of your caliber,
will be quite
enthusiastic about it.
And you, unfortunately,
will need to...
spend your incarceration
in solitary.
Since now I know your
dirty little secret.
I'm sure you'll find
solitary preferable...
to what Mr. Pachenko and his
friends have in mind for you.
You're a skilled driver.
Your chances are good.
I'm offering you your
freedom, Mr. Ames.
If it's not worth risking
your life for, what is?
All right, turn her
up and tighten...
the lines. She's hemorrhaging.
Ma'am.
You don't have to
call me 'ma'am.'
You know that.
This is Mr. Ames.
You know why he's here.
Oh, I do now.
The race is less
than a week away.
I have great
confidence in you.
Well, then, I'll leave
you two to get acquainted.
Jensen Garner Ames.
Moved to the States
at 24 years old.
Named after a car,
the Jensen Interceptor.
A three-time local
speedway champion.
You've done your homework.
Or do you just
know everything?
Jensen Interceptor.
I had one.
Handled like a school bus.
Call me Coach.
Everyone does.
Gunner. Lists.
This is Frank.
I'll show you around.
We have a fully
functioning auto shop,
just like you'd find
in the outside world.
Each team has their own shop.
We don't help them.
They don't help us.
To the inmates,
you're Jensen Ames,
the new grease monkey.
Nobody will know you're
Frank except us on the team...
and a handful of the guards.
Nobody will talk.
How can you be so sure?
Hennessey. In here, she is
judge, jury and executioner.
The race is her baby.
Anyone who threatens
it, she kills.
The audience for
the race has halved...
since Frank's been
out of the game,
and so has the
corporation's profit.
That's why she needs you.
What's back there?
That's a good question.
Hennessey's had a
whole wing of...
the prison in
isolation for a month.
Working on something.
Time to meet the Monster.
Mustang V8 Fastback.
Took the best
and made it better.
That's a V8 Roush 5.4 liter...
with a Ford Racing
supercharger...
putting out 850
horsepower and close to...
Seven hundred
pounds of torque...
with sequential
multi-port fuel injection.
Looks like there's
a 250 hp NOS unit.
Just in case.
Then we had some
fun customizing...
your personal
protection package.
Three-quarter inch steel
plate, front and sides.
Bulletproof glass will
be here, here and there.
And in the rear, a six-inch
solid steel shield we call...
'the tombstone.'
Oil, smoke, and
napalm for defense.
And twin 30-millimeter
belt-fed...
machine guns for offense.
So where's the ammo?
We get that on race day.
Pity.
Yeah. Everyone thinks
that, first time.
Thinks what?
About turning the guns on
the guards, about escaping.
No, I wasn't thinking that.
Well, I'm glad,
because
Hennessey has got
electric kill switches...
in all the guns
in all the cars.
And all the guard
towers are fortified,
and their guns are
bigger than your guns.
But did I mention
the helicopters,
and also the fact that
we're on an island here...
a mile from the
nearest shoreline?
The only way in
or out of here...
is on that one skinny
bridge you came in on.
What's that?
Most important
part of the car.
How many people
has Frank killed?
Twenty. The mortality rate
is average 62.2% per race.
So Frank beat the
odds four times.
Yeah. Till they beat him.
The race takes place in
three stages over three days.
The first two stages,
you just got to try
and get rid of...
as much of the
competition as you can...
while getting your own skinny
ass over the line alive.
Third stage is
where speed counts.
First one over
that line wins.
Tomorrow morning, you
meet your navigator, Case.
She'll help you navigate the
course, reload your weapons...
and help with the
running of the car.
I'd like to talk to her ahead
of time, before the race.
Yeah. I'd like
a big-tittie girl...
to lick peanut
butter off my toes.
That ain't gonna happen.
It's still a prison,
man. She's a chick.
They get bussed in from the
women's facility upstate.
It's all about ratings,
fast cars, pretty women.
Yeah, Machine Gun
Joe is the only...
one that has a
male navigators.
'Cause he's gay.
Actually, it's 'cause he
goes through them so fast,
the audience gets squeamish.
Yeah, he goes through them.
Through their ass.
He cuts each kill into his...
skin as a souvenir,
right here.
What about the rest
of the drivers?
Lists?
First generation
Chinese-American,
And his father sent
him to business school.
He's the only man in here
who holds a degree from MIT.
He's killed four
men off the track.
That we know of.
Another seven on it.
Hector Grimm,
The Grimm Reaper.
The man's a master.
Clinical psychopath.
Believes that Hennessey
is an avatar...
of the Hindu goddess
of death, Kali,
and that he is her messenger.
Cuckoo.
Three time
consecutive life sentences.
He's killed six men off
the track, another 12 on it.
You've already met the local
chapter of the Brotherhood.
Their driver, Pachenko,
has killed nine men
on the track.
Nobody knows how many off.
Travis Colt,
our local superstar.
Used to race for NASCAR.
Yeah, he was good, too.
Until he fell asleep behind
the wheel of his Mercedes...
with the help of a bottle of
scotch and a handful of ludes.
Wiped out the entire
patio of La Scala.
Sent a dozen people
to the hospital.
God damn it.
It killed three of them.
Technically the best
driver in here,
but a mean son
of a bitch within.
Ladies.
I hear your man Frank
is still in the...
infirmary with 15
unhealed fractures.
I also hear he's not
gonna make the race.
You hear a lot.
Who's the new fish?
Grease monkey.
Well, well. Monkey.
I got a new name for you.
Igor.
'Cause you about the ugliest...
motherfucker in
this prison, yo.
Funny, huh?
You tell Frank
when you see him.
This race is
between me and him.
This time won't
be no infirmary.
It'll be the morgue.
I'll be sure to pass it on.
Let's get out of here, man.
Man, that is one angry homo.
Who are they?
Work detail.
Get to work on the
track for good behavior.
Those are GPS
tracking bracelets.
In case somebody
decides to go for a swim.
The ring.
This was the old Frank's.
It kind of melted
to his hand.
Frankenstein.
Frankenstein. Frankenstein.
Frankenstein. Frankenstein.
Frankenstein. Frankenstein.
Assholes.
He's all yours.
Don't talk to
the other drivers.
Frank never did.
Part of the mystique.
Let the mask do the work.
Here comes trouble.
There's our girl.
I'm Case.
Frank.
Funny, you don't
sound like Frank.
Don't sweat it.
I know.
I drove with Frank.
I'll watch your back.
Better than you
watched his, I hope.
Still here. Well, I guess I
got to work a little harder.
Get back to your
car, prisoner.
You sure know how
to make friends.
Case. This is mirrored glass.
No one can see in, so you...
might want to take
the mask off.
Unless you like
it under there.
How the hell did he
drive in that thing?
What?
You're better looking
than the last Frank.
A few crashes
should change that.
Start the transmission.
Three, two, one.
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A full-on fight to the death,
featuring four-time
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Three-time winner
Machine Gun Joe.
Pachenko.
Travis Colt.
Audience favorite
Frankenstein...
resumes his bitter
grudge match...
with Machine Gun Joe.
Frankenstein returns to the...
track after a
six-month absence.
They've missed him.
He's the man that
just won't die.
Twelve million hits
on his angle alone.
He hasn't even
started the engine.
We'll do 45 million
viewers today.
So, what are you in for?
They say I killed a cop.
Did you do it?
Yeah.
Bad cop?
Good cop.
Lousy husband.
Frank, Case,
you read me?
We hear you.
This is a three-lap race.
Hennessey doesn't activate
the weapons till lap two.
Now remember, it's first
come, first served, ...
so it pays to
be out in front.
This is it. Countdown.
You're sure he can deliver?
Jog left to 100 feet.
Now.
Punch it. Hard left up ahead.
He seems to be
handling himself.
Wakey-wakey.
We're being passed.
We've gotta catch up.
Man, I know what I'm doing.
Hey, just leave
that motherfucker...
Shut up, man.
I know what the
hell I'm doing.
What you gonna do?
You can't go head-to-head
with Joe like this.
He'll tear you apart.
You read me?
Listen to him, before
you get us both killed.
Case, help him out of there.
There's a shortcut
to the left.
There.
He's taking the shortcut.
You don't think I see that?
Activate swords and shields.
The swords arm the main guns.
Shields trigger the
napalm, oil and smoke.
I know. I've seen
this race before.
You think you know. It takes
the weight of the entire car.
You have to make contact with
all four tires simultaneously.
Anything else I'm missing?
Don't get me started.
Activate death heads.
Death heads activated.
Feel it, baby.
Score another one
for the Reaper, baby.
Thank you.
Don't mention it.
Come on. All clear.
Fuck you, puto.
Fuck you.
We got guns.
Look out. Oil.
Damn.
Your mother's a puta,
motherfucker.
What the fuck?
We got to get
back in the race.
I'm the fucking Reaper, baby.
Can't kill me.
You can burn me.
You can fucking
shoot me, but you...
just can't
motherfucking kill me.
Get that off my window
when we get back.
We're streaming to 46
million viewers, ma'am.
Offensive weapons are up.
It's on.
Fuck.
It's jammed.
Cover me.
Jesus Christ.
Hold tight, Case.
I'm back.
Thank you.
My pleasure.
Shield up ahead.
That son of a bitch.
He just stole
a shield from Colt.
Defense weapons are on.
Let him have it.
The napalm won't fire.
Smoke.
No smoke? No oil?
No napalm?
Again?
Fuck, man.
Remember me, motherfucker?
Coach.
The tombstone won't take
much more of this.
Frank, Case, those 50 caliber...
shells will be through
the tombstone...
in a matter of seconds.
My advice, either
lose him or kill him.
Unhook the napalm.
Get on my lap.
What?
Get on my lap.
What the hell?
Merry Christmas, asshole.
Oh, shit.
Nice work.
Where's he going?
A shortcut. Punch it.
We can beat him.
Look out.
Grimm, Colt and Siad are gone.
Six remaining drivers alive.
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We have 14 hours,
gentlemen, so
let's get to work.
Starting with this.
So what happened
out there, Case?
He got distracted.
He got distracted?
Coach.
What?
Look at this.
The oil sprayers work fine.
Well, I'll be damned.
Stop.
Last place.
It's too bad.
Look on the bright side.
Everyone loves a comeback.
What can I do for
you, Mr. Ames?
You sure are lucky
a driver like me...
just happened to turn up
in your prison when I did.
Oh, I'm more than lucky.
I'm blessed.
Sometimes it's like
the right hand of God...
is sitting on my shoulder.
I'm not racing tomorrow.
Go fuck yourself.
Wait.
Take his shackles off.
Please excuse us,
Mr. Ulrich.
And take Mr. James with you.
Do you recognize
these people?
Because your daughter will.
They're her new parents.
What's her name?
Piper.
That's the man she'll
grow up calling Daddy.
Unless you do
something about it.
Where is she now?
Oh, I'm sure I have her
address around here somewhere.
You're a smart man,
Mr. Ames.
Play my game, we
both go home happy.
The man who killed my
wife is in this prison.
I wonder what he'll say
when I ask him why he did it.
Why don't you look
in a mirror? Ask him.
Poor Piper. It must be hard...
growing up with
that knowledge.
That your father
killed your mother.
You wanted a monster.
Well, you've got one.
She has your eyes.
Her mother's.
So why don't you wear
a number, Coach?
Because I'm not a prisoner.
I qualified for parole
three years ago.
Got as far as the gate.
They got a name for it,
something-or-other syndrome.
The simple fact
is, the world's...
changed since I've
been in here.
Don't know it. Don't
much want to. But this?
This I know.
- What did they
send you away for?
Oh, plenty.
And nothing.
To what do we owe the
pleasure of your company?
I killed my wife.
Bullshit.
You're a hard man, but
you ain't no wife killer.
How do you know?
I've met my share.
But you, the way
you looked at her...
You couldn't do that if
you'd killed her mother. So...
I say bullshit.
Coach.
What would you say if I told...
you Hennessey had
my wife killed...
and me framed for it...
so she could bring me in
here to be her Frankenstein?
What would you say
to that bullshit?
Her name was Suzy.
I was always headed
here. Always knew.
She didn't.
She was my chance
at something else.
And that bitch took
her away from me.
'... that thy days may
be long upon the land...
'which the Lord thy...
Giveth thee.
'Thou shalt not...
'kill.'
You should take a
break. Get some sleep.
I'm okay, Lists.
Concentration for the race.
Concentration, that's what
you need. Gotta get your rest.
Maybe you're right.
I will take that
break after all.
Good call.
Guy can't grind for shit.
Move.
Looking for me?
Hold him.
You killed my wife.
Well, now, maybe I did.
I don't care if
the queen bitch...
wants to save you
for the track.
Nobody disrespects the
Brotherhood and lives.
Put him down.
I'm going to take your head.
What the fuck.
Hennessey made me
do it. Ulrich...
Ulrich too.
Let me go, man.
I'll do anything.
You're going to die here.
Fuck you.
Now, now, boys.
Let's save that
for the track, huh?
Coach.
Take a look at this.
What the hell were
they building in here?
We'll find out soon enough.
Prisoner.
It's time to get ready.
Welcome to the next
installment of Death Race.
Stage 2 begins.
Grimm, Colt and
Siad are gone.
Six remaining drivers alive.
Pachenko.
Riggins.
Carson.
Three-time winner
Machine Gun Joe.
And starting from
the back of the...
grid, his archrival,
Frankenstein.
This could be the last time
we see Frankenstein race.
Just one more victory
and he wins his freedom.
If Joe doesn't
kill him first.
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Pay attention.
Where is he?
What are you doing?
What's he doing?
He's dropping back. He's
not even trying to race.
We're gonna have
a little talk.
We're gonna be done by the
time we leave the tunnel.
Did you kill the old Frank?
What?
Tunnel comes up fast.
Remember what happened
to the napalm canister?
Be a real shame for
that to happen to you.
Did you kill the old Frank?
I sabotaged his rear weapons.
Why?
Hennessey.
She said she'd sign my release
papers. It's my life back.
I'd have killed him, too.
I didn't kill him.
He wouldn't quit.
I just wanted...
to make sure he didn't win.
Why would Hennessey
want that?
To keep Frank here, racing.
And yesterday?
She wanted me
to set you back.
So I'm not supposed
to win, either.
Just make it exciting.
That's all I wanted to know.
Hold tight.
Come on. Just come on through.
Damn.
He's going after Pachenko.
Sword and shield
ahead. Take defense.
No.
There's someone
I need to kill.
You're out in front.
Who are you going
to shoot at?
You're a dead man.
I told you to take defense.
He's too heavily armored.
Fuck.
Hit the smoke.
This is a race. You
don't go backwards.
And you don't get
out of the car.
It was Hennessey.
Hennessey.
I know. She's next.
I got it. Frank's
out of his car.
What?
He stepped out of his car.
Okay. I see him.
I need guns.
Yes. Sword coming
up in 50 yards.
What happened?
I don't know.
Somebody must
have grabbed it.
What do you mean,
somebody grabbed it?
Look, man.
I thought it was lit.
What do you mean,
you thought?
Man, get the fuck
out of my car.
What?
I said, get the fuck
out of my car.
Oh, hell, no.
Come on, man.
Listen, we got...
Wait. Wait. Wait.
Wait. Wait. It ain't my
turn. It's not what I do.
Get in there.
Don't let me down, boy.
Release the Dreadnought.
Coach?
Oh.
Well, I guess we know
what she was building now.
Activate weapons.
Jesus Christ.
Coach, any ideas?
You just have to
tough it out, I guess.
Hennessey will take
it off after...
she's pumped up the ratings.
You sure about that?
Where the hell is
that thing going?
Fuck me.
Lists.
Receiving.
I want you to patch me
through to another car.
On it.
Joe?
Who is this?
It's Frank.
What do you want?
How about we play
a little offense?
I hope you know
what you're doing.
Now that's entertainment.
Damn it.
Frankenstein.
Frankenstein. Frankenstein.
Frankenstein. Frankenstein.
Frankenstein. Frankenstein.
Nice reflexes there, Igor.
Race car reflexes.
You look lost, pal.
Not this time.
I got this feeling that
you and Frank are close.
Real close.
That weird accent. You
even kind of sound alike.
I was wondering, what
if you got in a accident?
Would that throw Frank
off his game a little bit?
I doubt it,
sick, fucked-up
guy that he is.
He might just
want to kill you.
That's cool.
So I guess I'll
see him later.
Right?
Let's roll.
Ma'am, with all respect,
what are we going to do?
We're going to kill
him, of course.
You want me to
kill Frankenstein?
Don't be stupid.
Frankenstein can't die.
After all,
he's just a mask.
Tonight is the
final leg of the Death Race,
and perhaps a new
champion will arise.
A five times winner.
The first man ever
to gain his freedom.
The world gave you
to me because...
you were not fit to
be a part of it.
You were not fit
to be husbands,
you were not fit
to be fathers,
and were too dangerous to
live with the rest of us.
What is this shit, man?
But when you race tonight,
know that the eyes of
the world are upon you.
And know that the very same
world which rejected you...
now lives and
breathes with you.
And it draws inspiration
from your courage.
No one is ever gonna
win five races.
So race well...
Nobody is ever
getting out of here.
...and know that I
consider you all my heroes.
I want to show you something.
Can't kill me. Can't kill
me. I'm the fucking Reaper.
You can burn me.
You can shoot me. But
you can't motherfucking...
There.
Gunner, Lists.
Will Hennessey's
inspectors care...
if we had a half
gallon reserve tank?
Another half gallon?
You got a fuel tank
that holds 35 gallons.
What the hell you want
another half gallon for?
Coach?
Let's give the man
what he wants.
Hey, where are you going?
Oh, this is not good.
Real brave,
coming over here.
I'm going to win this race,
'cause I want out
of this shithole.
I've already won three races.
Two more, and I'm
smoking Cohibas in Miami.
Frank might want
to think about that.
'Cause I'm gone.
Out of here.
Then maybe it's his turn.
Maybe he's thinking it's
the other way around.
From here on out, you stay
the fuck out of my pit.
Hey.
Thinking you and Frank
should have a little talk.
Welcome to the final
installment of Death Race.
Seven men dead.
Siad.
Grimm.
Colt, Pachenko.
Carson.
Riggins...
and 14K are all dead.
Just Frankenstein and
Machine Gun Joe survive.
Frank, racing for
his freedom.
Joe, doing anything
to stop him.
It's mano y mano, and
there will be no mercy.
Tonight, only one man will
walk off this track alive.
A record 70 million are
already watching. Join them.
Subscribe to the
final stage now.
It's an honor to
navigate for you, sir.
They call me...
Save it.
We won't have time
to get acquainted.
What the hell are those?
Model 7 Russian
states armory RPG's.
Armor-piercing, self-arming,
accurate to 1,000 yards.
That's what I thought.
Prisoner, step back.
I thought maybe you could
use a little inspiration.
Your release papers.
They're already signed.
All you have to do is
walk off that track alive.
Well, and win,
of course.
But if you do win.
I want you to think
about staying here.
As Frankenstein.
With me.
Yeah.
I can see the appeal.
What would you do
with your freedom?
Go back to your daughter?
That's the idea.
The thing is,
are you really the best...
future she could
possibly have?
Are you really
daddy material?
Or deep down, are
you something else?
If you decided that
out there on...
that track is
where you belong,
it would be the most unselfish
act of love I've ever seen.
Just something
to think about.
What's this?
Small modification.
So Hennessey tells me
if you're going...
to win, I'm supposed
to stop you.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
Sounds like the odds
are stacked against us.
Then do what you do best.
Drive.
Gentlemen, this should
be interesting.
Lit sword up ahead.
Deactivate that.
Sir?
Just do it.
Switch it back on.
Weapons are up.
Damn it.
Shit.
Lit shield up ahead.
Damn it.
What happened?
Hennessey must have
deactivated it. Bitch.
Light me up.
It's party time.
Coach, we gotta
get the firepower.
Nothing lit for a half lap.
We won't last that long.
Drop the tombstone.
What?
Do it.
On my mark. Three,
two,
one.
Mark.
Damn it.
That shit don't
work twice, playboy.
Shit.
Lit shield in quarter lap.
Do you hear that? Lit
shield in the quarter lap.
He's coming up fast.
Let them get the shield.
Keep the viewers interested.
Son of a bitch.
He got the shield.
Arm the explosive.
Just in case.
Yo, Frankenfreak.
This villager's
got a pitchfork,
and it's headed
straight up your ass.
What just happened?
Yeah. Yeah, Frank.
They're off the track.
They're escaping.
They're headed
for the bridge.
Their weapons.
Hit the kill switches.
Seventy million viewers,
ma'am. They're all watching.
Shut the webcast down.
Shut it down.
Shut the fucking
computers down now.
Get out. Get out.
Get out. Now.
Get out. Get out.
Get out. Get out.
Yo, Frankenstein.
It's good we had
that little talk.
We gave that bitch
a good show, huh?
Give me that.
Okay, cocksucker,
fuck with me,
and we'll see who
shits on the sidewalk.
Somebody's mad right now.
Nobody fucks with my car.
Son of a bitch.
Get the choppers in the air.
Come on. Off the
ground. Go, go, go.
So what's your real name?
I don't have the
time for small talk.
Just want to know
who I'm riding with.
Jensen Ames.
Like...
Like the car.
Like the car.
Well, Jensen Ames,
I hope you got a plan,
'cause it's not like we're
going to get very far.
You're right.
We won't.
Now would be a good time.
Very nice modification.
That extra half
gallon reserve tank...
should see you through
to the finish.
Bon voyage, Frank.
Choppers have
a visual, ma'am.
Good luck, Joe.
Get me a pilot. I need to
talk to a pilot right now.
Okay. You're on.
Stay with Frankenstein.
Don't lose him.
Sure you're up for this?
I'm sure.
I owe it to Frank.
Besides, Hennessey already
gave me my release papers.
They have to let me out.
They've stopped him, ma'am.
Keep your hands
where we can see them.
You are under arrest.
I repeat, keep your hands
where we can see them.
You are under arrest.
Hey, Igor.
Merry Christmas.
Come on. Let's
get out of here.
Nice.
The fact you have
duds like these...
might make someone
question your...
My taste?
Yeah. So to speak.
I don't know about you,
but I'm headed to Miami.
Miami's good.
I'll meet you down there.
Once I got my baby girl.
It's a shame I didn't get to...
take care of that
bitch Hennessey.
Yeah. That is a shame.
Frankenstein has
been retrieved.
And, ma'am, ratings
are off the charts.
Gifts and congratulations
are already coming in.
You win again.
Mr. Ulrich.
I always win.
Damn.
I love this game.
So we had to fix this car?
How many times we gonna
keep doing this, man?
This car is not gonna start.
Damn it.
You say you want me to live...
the life of an
honest man, huh?
Yep. You better
get used to it.
Hey, Igor.
Think we got
a little company.
What took you so long?
Had trouble getting my
release papers approved.
Wait here. There's
someone I want you to meet.
Look at her.
She has beautiful eyes.
They're her mother's.
Where'd you get the rims?
I won it.
Card game.
Yeah, right.
No, really.
How many horsepower's
in this engine?
Five hundred.
You sure about that?
Someone once asked me,
did I think I was the best
future for my little girl?
Something I've thought
about for a long time.
This is what I decided.
No one in this world is
perfect. Heaven knows I'm not.
But I love her more than
anyone else possibly could.
In the end, that's
all that matters.
She's my chance at something
else. Something better.
And there's no way
I'm letting go of that.
Okay, cocksucker,
fuck with me,
and we'll see who
shits on the sidewalk.

- Get those people out of the way!
- Go! Go! Go!
The President has been shot!
There were at least three gunshots.
There appear to be at least...
Get those people out of the fucking way.
Let's go!
I'm all right.
To the van. Let's go! Let's go!
Was anyone else hit?
Go! Go! Go! Go!
- Call my wife. Tell her I'm okay.
- He got through security.
Repeat, he got through security.
- Tell her I'm okay.
- We will, Mr. President.
- God damn it!
- We'll call her.
MSNBC has confirmed
that a few minutes ago,
US war planes struck military bases
in Venezuela
in retaliation for the assassination attempt
on President Lyman three weeks ago.
Our Emily Boyd is on the ground in Caracas.
Emily, what are you hearing now?
Jim, as you can imagine, the situation
on the ground in Caracas
can be described as a state of chaos.
Apparently, President Lyman responded
to a CIA report
said to have overwhelmingly
and conclusively asserted
Venezuela's involvement
in the assassination attempt.
President Lopez's government...
Four bottles of milk on the wall
Four bottles of milk
You take one down, you pass it around
Three bottles of milk on the wall
Three bottles of milk on the wall
Oh, my God, this song.
Is this what we got in trouble for
in Abu Ghraib?
I don't know why anybody actually signed
up to be a room mother.
Yeah.
Hey, Timmy!
- What are you doing?
- Sorry, Mom.
Can you just, like,
sing along with everybody else?
I don't have a good voice.
Well, me, neither. Come on, sing along.
Come on.
- Mrs. Robinson?
- Yeah, what is it, dear?
Nicky Ludlow keeps pulling on my hair,
and he won't stop.
Well, just switch seats.
But the bus is full.
You know what, just stay right here. Okay?
I'll deal with it.
You're a tattletale!
- I am not!
- You just told on Nicky.
That's because he won't stop.
- You're a tattletale.
- Timmy, that's enough. Stop it.
- That's enough.
- But you're not supposed to tattle.
Well, you're not supposed
to have to put up with bullies, either.
Come on.
Capital Sun Times.
It's gonna be the Redskins.
You know what you call 53 people
watching the Super Bowl?
- No, sir.
- The Washington Redskins.
That's what you call them.
Larry, you should be supporting
the home team.
I would support the North Koreans
if they were playing
the Washington Redskins.
All right, Judy, give it four hours
as top story on the Net, I guess.
- Thank you, B.B.
- That's it, boss. I think.
Okay. Thanks, everybody.
Let's make it a good one.
Let me ask you a question.
How many Olympians do we have in town?
Oh, quite a few.
Rache, stick around a minute, would you?
You know there's that track star, right?
From Georgetown?
- Yeah.
- Okay, get on him, too, all right?
- Get the door for me, would you, Kelly?
- No problem.
Thanks.
Okay, Rache.
We're gonna fast track the story. Your story.
Really? When?
The New York Times has gotten hold
of some of the information,
so we're going to beat them to the punch.
Yeah.
Want to get it on the doorsteps tomorrow.
I mean, it's a killer story.
No, I know. It's Watergate. It's Iran-Contra.
It mean, it's a "holy shit" piece, Bonnie.
- It's gonna take them down.
- Rachel.
- Sorry. Gotta rein it in. I'm kind of excited.
- Okay, we gotta remain objective.
Well, fine. We'll objectively bring down
the White House.
What else do you need to do
to finish the story?
I gotta call the White House.
Of course, go to Van Doren herself.
Out of curiosity,
why haven't you spoken to her yet?
Avril, I already told you,
if we went to her too early,
we give the CIA time to shut the story down.
We go now, there's nothing they can do.
Okay. Look, legally the story is solid.
Everything is factually in line.
There's no libel.
Well, that's all that's important, right?
I wish you would let me know
who your source is on this.
A title, a job description.
Okay, look,
we have two confirming sources.
Rachel told me who they are,
and I'm comfortable with them.
We have Van Doren's letter
to the CIA director
that the Feds gave to Rachel.
- That's enough to go to press.
- It's your flip of the coin.
I'm just saying
that what you guys are okay with,
the government may not be.
The laws are murky.
I'm sorry, what?
It's illegal for a government official
to reveal the identity
of an undercover CIA agent.
Okay. Well, I'm not a government official.
I don't understand why you're bringing...
You know what?
We've already discussed this.
Bonnie's signed off on it.
As long as we all know
what we're dealing with.
All right, we know.
Okay, do you know how to find her?
Van Doren?
Yeah.
I'll go to her as soon as I get out of here.
Our kids go to school together,
if you can believe that.
- No shit?
- Yeah.
Okay, you feel comfortable
going to her for comment?
Absolutely.
Yeah! That's it! Come on! Pass it in!
- Stay open, Ali!
- Angela, pass it to me.
I got it! I got it!
Come on now! Push up! Push up!
Yes, Ali! Good job! Good job!
Kick it, honey! Kick it hard!
Good pass!
Spread out, girls! Spread out!
Get in there! Come on!
- Hey.
- Hello.
Oh, no. Defense! Come on, defense! Allison.
- She's doing great out there.
- Yeah.
- Every one of them chases the ball.
- Well, nobody likes defense.
Come on, Ali! Come on.
- She is in Mr. Cody's class. Right?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, my son, too.
- I see.
- Come on, Allison.
- There you go, there you go, honey!
Could we talk in private?
I'm with the Sun Times,
I need a few minutes.
It's kind of important.
Yeah. Sure.
I'm just concerned
she might have seen me slip away.
- I won't keep you long.
- Okay. So, what's up?
Erica, I'm writing a story.
I work for the national desk.
- Okay?
- Neat.
And it's gonna run tomorrow,
and it's gonna say, among other things,
that you are a CIA operative,
and that you went on a mission,
a fact-finding mission to Venezuela.
What? This is...
Hear me out, okay?
You went there on a fact-finding mission
to determine if its government
was responsible
for the assassination attempt
on President Lyman.
You determined it was not,
and you informed your bosses of this.
This is the stupidest B.S. I have ever heard.
Wait, wait. What? Can you...
How do I know
that you're from the Sun Times?
The White House ignored your findings
and launched an attack anyway,
still claiming retribution
for the assassination attempt.
I've been on the national desk for five years.
I have a column every Tuesday
on the editorial page.
My son goes to school here, too.
Yeah, I know. You said that.
You people.
You people! My God! You fucking people!
You know, this isn't about me.
Once again, it's about my husband.
My source is impeccable.
Your source is 110% fucking peccable.
I'm a CIA operative?
I can't even use the navigation system
in my Prius. This is... This is absurd!
Your paper... Your paper has been trying
to fuck my husband
ever since he spoke out
against this administration.
- We have your memo.
- What memo?
- We have your findings.
- You know. My attorney is Harry Timmers.
- Do you know him?
- Sure.
He's gonna take a lead pipe to you,
and he's gonna shove it up your ass.
Well, I certainly don't want that.
What are you doing? What are you doing?
Our kids go to school together, Robin.
- Rachel Armstrong.
- Right. Whatever.
Are you denying you're CIA?
You know what? You stay away from us.
Okay? I mean it.
Just say that the White House
doesn't comment on security issues.
Is that what you're saying?
Come on, David.
Give me something I can spell.
Off the record, this is bullshit.
You're gonna set off a shit storm
for nothing,
for a lousy column inch of space.
- Rachel, it's your son on line five.
- You're gonna have egg on your face.
I gotta go, David.
I got my son on the other line.
Hey, kiddo.
Hi, Mom. Did you get my paper?
Yeah, I'm just getting it now.
Can I read it and call you back?
Okay, but I gotta go to bed soon.
Okay.
Well, you can wait up for me to call you.
But Dad said I had to go to bed.
Well, we'll do it in the morning. I promise.
Okay.
It's just, I have a real big story, honey.
It's fine, Mom.
Okay, I love you. Bye-bye.
- Sorry.
- Hey, what's that?
My son had to do a paper on India.
I was just looking over his outline.
I bet you he could give me 10 inches
on India's nuclear buildup with Pakistan.
- Oh, yeah.
- How'd you do with David?
"White House doesn't comment
on security issues." Blah-blah.
Yeah, well, I know you'll give it
more eloquent phrasing than "blah-blah."
- Sure.
- Feels good, huh?
It's worth every dime I don't make.
Look, I want you to start
on a major profile of Van Doren,
from Yale to CIA, to the marriage
to the ambassador 20 years older than her.
He was her professor. He was married.
A whole drama, I hear.
Now, that's some good stuff.
Look, by the way,
you deserve a good night's sleep.
If I were you,
I'd turn the ringers on my phone off.
Hey, Erica.
- Why are we meeting here, Merrill?
- For the chili.
No. Why are we meeting out
in the open like this?
We're not out in the open, Erica.
No one knows who you are.
Now tomorrow,
when that goddamn story comes out,
tomorrow you'll be out in the open. Shit!
Your husband had to go
and write those articles, didn't he?
Keep him out of this.
You're right, Erica. It's not Oscar's fault.
Oscar hasn't been trained in covert ops.
Oscar didn't take an oath of secrecy.
No, it's your fault.
You shouldn't have told him anything.
Okay, hey, guys. Here's the SITREP.
The paper will be out in two hours.
They haven't put it up on the Net.
They didn't want to give
the West Coast papers a chance
to put it in their morning editions.
And Justice is scrambling.
They're bringing in a special prosecutor
to find out who exposed you.
I can't believe this.
I mean, our kids go to school together,
you know, the reporter's kid and mine.
Wait a second. You know her?
Well, I kind of recognized her today,
but we'd never spoken before that moment.
Let me ask you straight out, Erica.
Was it you?
- Was it me, what?
- Was it you who leaked to the Sun Times?
I mean, it's understandable.
The White House ignored your report,
and you got pissed.
You goaded Oscar to write
those quote-unquote, opinion pieces.
When that didn't get traction,
you went to the press yourself.
I went to the press myself.
Someone you knew. Someone you trusted.
Fuck you.
Fuck me? Touch.
The prosecutor, Patton Dubois,
he'll be in tomorrow.
He'll get Armstrong before the grand jury.
Law says
Armstrong has to give up her source.
Could it have been Oscar?
No. Could it have been you, O'Oara?
How we all doing? Still doing good?
- Doing good.
- You sure?
- Good.
- All right.
I'm gonna put you on the box. Oscar, too.
Fine. But I want everybody in the agency
who knows my identity,
I want them with polygraph wires
up their asses, too,
because there's a traitor among us.
We'll find that person if they're in the CIA.
Nonetheless, we should think about
relocating you for your own good.
No. No.
I will send Allison away for a little while,
but none of this shit was my fault.
I'm not gonna be punished.
This Lois Lane and her newspaper,
I'm not gonna let her turn me
into a scared little girl.
I'm staying here.
Whatever.
In the meantime, we'll assign
a protective detail to your home.
I feel so much safer. Thank you.
I can't fucking believe this.
Mommy.
- Wanna stay home from school today?
- Yeah.
This is very interesting. It's awesome.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome. Wow.
I didn't realize they made
so much coffee in India.
It also has the most democrats in the world.
Well, not quite.
India is the biggest democracy in the world.
- Isn't that the same thing?
- No, it's not the same thing.
Jesus Christ.
Don't give your carrots to Brandon today.
Okay?
Okay, Mom.
You did it.
This changes everything.
You're gonna win a Pulitzer.
I don't know about that.
- Timmy, come on. Eat your breakfast.
- I don't like them.
Come on, don't give Mommy a hard time.
Finish your eggs.
- Eggs give you cancer.
- Eggs don't give you cancer.
All right, you know what?
I'll finish your cancer, okay. Okay?
Feels pretty good though.
That was a lot of work.
You didn't tell me half the stuff
that's in here.
Well, you don't tell me anything
that goes into your novels, so it's fair.
A spokesman for the newspaper says
because her husband is a vocal opponent
of the administration,
this makes Mrs. Van Doren's employment
with the CIA absolutely newsworthy.
- Mom?
- In Mexico City...
- What's up, kiddo?
- Can we go to the zoo today?
To the zoo? It's a school day.
Maybe we can go tonight?
Well, the animals are sleeping at night.
You don't want to mess
with sleeping animals.
They might be a bit cranky.
Okay, come on, sweetie,
you're gonna be late.
- You got your stuff?
- You want to finish it?
Great, thank you.
Hey. Come on, you're forgetting.
Give me a kiss.
I love you. Have a good day.
Hey, Connor.
I'm sorry, you scared the hell out of me.
I'm Special Agent Coddington.
I'm with the FBI.
We need you to come with us, please.
What for?
I don't know, ma'am. They just asked me
to come here and pick you up.
Hey there, Miss Armstrong. Come on in.
I'm Patton Dubois, federal prosecutor.
Please come on in. Thanks for coming by.
Did I have a choice?
Of course you did.
I don't have anything to say,
so if you have a problem,
contact my editors.
Can I get you a cup of coffee?
No, thank you.
Sure, sir, I'm gonna take some.
Great scoop, by the way.
If this doesn't make your career,
God knows what will.
Holy moly.
That was something.
Well, I'm gonna be announced in a few days,
just as soon as
all the paperwork goes through,
as the special counsel to investigate
this leak about Erica Van Doren.
- That was fast.
- Yeah, I know, it's kind of unusual,
but the boys over at Justice seem to think
this is a pretty urgent matter,
a not-a-second-to-Iose kind of thing.
So they called me in last night,
and I just checked into the hotel
this morning, and here we are.
The Attorney General's office
has to disqualify itself.
Maybe somebody over there
was your source, eh?
- I think I should call my lawyer.
- That's not necessary.
I'm not gonna be asking you any questions.
Not here, anyway.
This is neither the time nor the place.
I just wanted to get
kind of an unofficial head start.
Can I talk to you off the record?
Sure.
I mean, a just-between-you-and-me
kind of thing.
Off the record is off the record.
Okay, good. I'll do all the yada-yada.
Now, you were within your rights
to print the information that you obtained.
However, you're not within your rights
to protect who it was
that gave Erica up to you, who exposed her.
It's a 1982 law called
the Intelligence Identities Protection Act.
Your source is in a great deal of trouble.
- I've no intention of discussing my source...
- Hold on.
I'm doing the yada-yada, remember?
Okay.
Okay, look,
you're gonna be asked
to appear before a grand jury.
You're gonna be asked
to identify your source.
I'll be doing the asking.
Now, if, for some reason,
you don't reveal your source,
you'll be held in contempt,
and that means jail time,
and we're not talking about
some sort of a Martha Stewart cell
with a butler, nonsense.
Look.
Rachel, go to your source.
Ask him to permit you to reveal his name.
You may be surprised
at his willingness to protect you.
People are inherently decent, I have found.
Well, if that were true,
that would put you out of a job, no?
Well, that's all I've got to say.
You'll be notified of your court date.
I'm afraid I'm gonna disappoint you,
Mr. Dubois.
That's not possible.
- You ready? Here she is.
- Here she is.
Ready to roll?
Rolling.
Hey, Erica,
why do you think your report was ignored?
Is Erica your real name?
How long have you been with the agency?
All right, I know you're trying
to do your jobs, okay.
I'd love to speak to you.
Now is not a good time.
I have an appointment here
to read to the kids.
Is Erica your real name?
Did you give your husband
top-secret information?
Does your family know that you're here?
You know, I'm a mom.
If this CIA report exists,
as the Sun Times claims it does,
that would seem to indicate
the President launched
a full-fledged act of war in Venezuela
- without justification...
- Thanks.
- Really nice work.
...and just based on his own gut instinct.
It would also mean that either the President
lied to the nation and the Congress...
Hey, Rache, they're waiting for you
in Bonnie's office.
... what is arguably the worst foreign policy
decision in this nation's history.
So far, the White House
is standing by its actions,
but they're not denying the report.
- Rachel.
- Yeah, I'm going.
- Kick-ass story, by the way.
- Thank you.
... there's a reason to question the findings.
"'W ait for me. Wait for me.
I'm a fast runner,' said Ruthie.
"' nd I'd sure like to catch something great,'
"she added, with a fishing pole in hand.
"So off they went. Up a hill,
down a path, through a grove of trees,
"and just as Granny Annie was about to
tell Ruthie what she was going to catch..."
If I'd been a little bit more forceful with you
and Larry, saying don't rush this to press,
maybe we wouldn't be in this situation.
I told you, the government's gonna take this
very seriously. I told...
The next time the FBI hauls you
into a fucking interrogation,
- your first goddamn phone call is to me!
- I got it. I'm sorry.
Before you even take off
your fucking seat belt, you call me!
All right, Avril.
You okay?
Yeah, I was dropping Timmy off at school,
and the FBI were there,
and they asked me to go with them and...
Pretty unnerving, huh?
Being questioned like that.
- It was really fast.
- They want your source, right?
Yeah. I didn't give it to them.
I won't give it to them. No way.
Okay, please.
First of all, this is appalling behavior
on the part of the FBI.
Snatching you in front of your kid.
Strong-arming you.
I want to know the name of the agent
that interviewed you.
Well, it wasn't an FBI agent.
It was this guy Patton Dubois.
He's being appointed special prosecutor.
What? You know him?
No.
No. But a special prosecutor,
that's no good.
See, his only requirement
is to find your source,
with nothing else to divert him.
He's gonna have unlimited time,
unlimited moolah,
and the chance of unlimited publicity.
There's a lot more investigative power for
a special prosecutor than there is for a Fed.
Yeah, well, not enough power
to make me reveal my source.
I have a right to protect my source.
- What?
- The federal government
doesn't have a shield law.
Not on issues of national security.
for journalists,
- but not the federal government.
- The administration will back off
when they see how far we will go
to protect Rachel.
The federal government is fighting
for a principle, too.
You see, somebody revealed
top secret information to you.
That is an act of treason.
That is how they see it.
They're gonna take this very, very seriously.
Yeah, well, so am I,
gonna take it very seriously.
- Officer, what's the hold-up?
- Sorry, ma'am.
Are you kidding? My house is right there.
- She's on the list.
- All right, go ahead.
I want a half-hour of reading every day.
- You hear me?
- Am I going to get into trouble
- for not going to school?
- No.
- I'll miss my friends.
- I know you will,
but it's just gonna be for a little while.
You're gonna have a private tutor.
He's really great.
You'll love him. I promise. Kisses.
Butterfly kiss, Eskimo kiss.
I love you.
I told you this would happen.
- You just don't get it, do you?
- This is your fault.
What do you want to listen to, baby?
Who's your best friend?
- Who?
- You!
Bye!
Are we off the record?
Sure. I'll meet you in the back.
You didn't come here to kick my ass,
did you? 'Cause it's not fair.
I'm not trained in that whole,
"Knock somebody's nose into their brain
with the palm of my hand," thing.
No, I use poison darts.
Funny.
I like your mums.
The yellow ones are very cheerful.
Thank you.
Is your husband still writing?
Yeah, all the time. Every day.
I read his novel about the Mossad.
I read it while I was on vacation. It was...
It was very entertaining.
Thank you.
He's just trying to get out the second one.
So...
I'm sorry I lost my cool with you.
Usually it takes a man
to bring out the heinous bitch in me.
Oscar and I...
It's probably it, you know,
the dagger and all.
He's gone. He left.
We had it out,
and he went to go stay with Allison
'cause we had to send her away, too.
Allison's a great kid.
She seems very grounded.
How do you know her?
You been digging in her past, too?
No. No, I'm a room mother.
Room mother? Man.
You should get hazard pay for that.
I come in once every two weeks to read
to the kids. It's a big production.
- Mom?
- I love it.
I'm outside, Timmy!
What can I do for you?
I know you can't tell me who your source is.
I respect that. Okay?
I know about keeping secrets.
Just tell me yes or no. All right? Is...
Is it someone close to me?
Is it?
Is it someone I work with?
I can't tell you anything.
You know what?
When you go before the grand jury,
you will have to speak.
- You are an unpatriotic little cunt...
- Okay.
...who's gonna walk right off the plank
into the bowels of hell.
- Do you know that?
- I hear that every day.
If you want to go on record,
we'll give you amazing placement.
Thank you.
- What?
- Hi, Mrs. Van Doren.
Hello, handsome. How are you?
How's Allison doing?
She hasn't been in school. Is she sick?
No, no, no. She is great. She's...
She's just spending time with a relative.
- Can you tell her I said hi?
- You bet. Yes, I will.
Is it the door?
Yeah?
- Rachel Armstrong?
- What do you need?
I'm here to serve you, ma'am.
I just barely had time to type that up
and get over here.
- Is it okay? Does it make sense to you?
- Yeah.
I thought the law was supposed
to move slowly?
Except for when it doesn't.
Hey, this is all bullshit,
barging in on you in the middle of the night,
dragging you into the Mayflower,
it's all just meant to intimidate you.
It's working.
- Well, don't let it intimidate you. Okay?
- Okay.
You're gonna be fine.
Miss Armstrong.
Okay, I'll be down in the lobby.
- Okay.
- Don't worry.
Rachel Alice Armstrong.
Thanks. Okay, Miss Armstrong.
You work as a reporter
for the Capital Sun Times, is that correct?
Yes.
As the national political correspondent,
is that right?
- I am, yes. One of them.
- Okay, good.
Okay, great. I'm batting a thousand.
You wrote an article a few days ago, here,
in which you revealed Erica Van Doren,
married to the former US ambassador,
Oscar Van Doren,
that she was a covert CIA operative.
I did, yes.
And you feel confident
with this story's veracity?
I do, 100%.
Who was your source?
- Miss Armstrong...
- One second. I'm sorry.
"I respectfully refuse
to answer that question
"on the grounds
that it would violate my rights
"under the First Amendment
and federal common law."
You're aware that anybody
with official knowledge
of the identity of a CIA operative
is forbidden by law
to release that information?
I am, yes.
So, who was your source?
I can't reveal my source...
Okay, look, Miss Armstrong.
This is a very serious matter.
I want you to take your time.
We're gonna take a recess
and come back at, say, 1:30.
I want you to go home.
I want you to talk to your family.
I want you to talk to your editor. Okay?
And then I want you to talk to your source.
Mull it over and see if you all think
this is worth a contempt citation,
and then we're gonna reconvene,
and then I'm going to ask you again.
I wouldn't hold your breath.
Well, I'm not the one
that'll need to hold my breath.
Okay, everybody,
we're gonna break it up.
We'll come back at 1:30.
- How long have you been in the CIA?
- Ms. Van Doren...
"'Can I come too?' asked Charlie.
"'I promise to help you catch
whatever it is,' he said.
"'Come on,' said Ruthie Joe
and Granny Annie.
"So off they went across the bridge..."
My watch says I'm early.
We just feel like this is not the best time
for you to be with the kids.
It's just that,
you know, we're really not equipped
to deal with a lot of craziness.
Okay.
I think it's idiotic, is what it is.
I understand, the press can be a nightmare.
Maybe if you were to stay away for a while,
then they would go away.
I hope we can work this out, Jerry.
I really look forward to reading to the kids.
I mean, I'm pretty good at it, too.
I do all the little voices.
You are. So...
When were you planning
on bringing Ali back to school?
I don't know. I'm not sure.
I see. Okay.
Are you saying
that she can't come back, Jerry?
- How was your lunch?
- Terrific. Thank you.
- Yeah, what'd you have?
- I actually didn't have anything.
Really?
I wish I had your will power.
Your source, Miss Armstrong, who is it?
Hey.
Well? How did it go?
- Okay, I guess.
- Excuse me. Rachel Armstrong?
- Yes.
- I'm Deputy U.S. Marshal Jones.
I have a summons for you
to appear in US District Court in two hours.
- No, no, no.
- What happened to two weeks?
Hey!
I'm Avril Aaronson,
- counsel to the Capital Sun Times.
- Oh, yeah,
I read your amicus brief
on the Celeste matter last year.
I think you could take credit for her release.
I really do.
I understand all the theatrics up until now,
but this?
This is too fast. This is outrageous,
and we're getting into some pretty serious
Fifth Amendment issues here.
Look, Avril, there's a traitor out there
revealing the names of CIA operatives.
Now, I think we should get somebody
like that out tout de suite. Don't you?
We're bringing in Albert Burnside.
I'll have to go home
and get my autograph book, then.
Don't worry about it. It's not a problem.
It's already in the Sun Times budget.
Hi, Avril.
Hey, there he is. Albert, thanks for coming.
This is Rachel Armstrong.
- Glad to meet you.
- Hi, me, too.
Hey, I'm Ray, Rachel's husband.
Why is this happening so fast?
Avril said it'd be weeks
until I went before a judge.
Well, Mr. Dubois wants to get this done
before the press catches up.
It's okay.
The press can just complicate things.
Let's concentrate on keeping you out of jail.
Jail? What do you... When?
You're gonna ask for a continuance?
Yeah. Sure. Sure.
Look, I've been through this.
Judge Hall is a good egg.
We exchange Christmas cards.
He's certainly not gonna jail you today.
- Jesus Christ.
- Ray, relax.
I mean, if Albert's this calm,
then we can be, too. Right?
We'll be out of here in five minutes.
Then we'll get a cup of joe
and we'll strategize how we can protect you
and the constitution and democracy itself
for generations to come.
That's a Theory, right?
- Yeah.
- It's classy.
Thanks. Nice suit.
It's not a suit. It's a Zegna.
Hand stitched, 15 mil mil 15.
What's that you're wearing?
I don't know.
I'm putting you in touch with my tailor.
You always know when you're in a Zegna.
Court room three.
Your Honor, this morning, Miss Armstrong
appeared before the grand jury.
I furnished you with the transcripts.
And as you know, she was asked to reveal
the name of the source who provided her,
quite possibly illegally,
with secret information revealing the...
Excuse me, Your Honor. If I may?
Yes.
- All right?
- It's perfectly okay with me.
Your Honor, I just met my client.
I ask you to continue this matter for, say,
a week, so we can get our bearings here.
Let me get my bearings first.
Why don't we proceed for now?
Well, here's how it is, Your Honor.
Mr. Dubois will say that my client was asked
to name her source
and that she won't do so,
and, thus, you should compel her.
He'll say that the information
that my client received is highly classified
and the GJ is entitled to know
the name of the source and to find it out.
He'll also say that there's no
federal shield law protecting her
and that there's
no First Amendment protection, either,
because this is a matter of,
quote-unquote, national security.
Is that about right, Mr. Dubois?
In fact, that's it in a nutshell.
We contend that the First Amendment
does protect Rachel Armstrong.
I'm well aware of cases in this circuit
in which this contention is...
Well, I am aware
of those cases in this circuit,
and they do not authorize her
to refuse to respond to these questions.
Why don't the three of you
come up here right now?
Rachel, Rachel, come on. Come on up.
Over here to where the bench is.
Miss Armstrong, I want you to understand
that if I should order you
to reveal your source,
that if you don't do so,
I'm gonna hold you in contempt of court
and that you will be jailed until you...
Hold on, Your Honor.
Can you rule, please,
on my request for a continuance?
Right. I'm gonna deny that motion.
I'm only asking for a few days, Judge.
I understand.
There is a serious national security...
There's no reason
not to grant a continuance.
Let me run my courtroom.
Now, Miss Armstrong, I direct you
to reveal the identity of your source.
If you want a few days to consider it,
I'll give it to you.
I can't do that.
Mr. Burnside, if you want a few days
to advise her to obey my order.
I can't advise my client
to betray a confidence.
Okay, look, Your Honor,
given the direct threat
to our national security,
I ask that Miss Armstrong
now be held in contempt of court
and that she be jailed immediately.
Well, it seems to me that I have before me
somebody who is defying my order
and who seems to believe
that she is above the law itself.
I hold you in contempt of court,
and I remand you to the custody
of the United States Marshal.
- Help.
- Judge...
Wait. No, no. Your Honor. Judge.
Wait... No, wait.
- Ma'am.
- Your Honor!
As soon as you're prepared to speak,
you will be released.
Could I have a minute
with my client to confer?
You may consult with her
in the detention center.
Timmy needs to be picked up
from the Hobermans' at 5:30.
- This proceeding is closed.
- Judge.
Judge. Your Honor!
A lot of people looking to get famous here.
- So now what? What do we do now?
- I'll call you tomorrow. Don't worry about it.
- What are you gonna do now?
- I'm gonna call you in the morning.
All right? Okay?
Well, at least you'll take him
off your Christmas card list. Right?
That's right.
- It's a scare tactic.
- You think?
I'll deal with it.
I'll see you back at the paper.
Okay, I'll head over there.
Mr. Burnside, this is a real honor for me.
I studied you, growing up.
My dad was also a lawyer.
This is a big, big mistake, Patton.
Well, there's nothing like
learning from our mistakes.
Yeah, well, sometimes a mistake
is like wearing white after Labor Day,
and sometimes,
a mistake is invading Russia in winter.
Okay, there are two things I need to know.
- First, the story itself.
- Rock solid.
Rock solid. Well, are we talking talc
or are we talking granite?
Albert, please.
We wouldn't have put it through
- if it wasn't...
- Okay. Second,
how many people know the...
How many people at the paper know
the names of the sources?
We know the corroborating source.
Well, Bonnie does, anyway,
and one of Rachel's sources at the FBI
gave us a copy of Van Doren's report.
And why don't you have
the name of the original source?
Well, for one thing,
Rachel agreed to complete confidentiality,
and because her story was confirmed,
it wasn't necessary to know.
Well, the good news is,
you can't be compelled to testify
on something you don't know.
Bosca wallet.
Prada sunglasses.
- You can keep that.
- Thank you.
Tape recorder...
I'm gonna need to get your jewelry.
The wedding ring.
I'd like to hold on to those.
It's diamond, baby doll.
You don't want that in there.
Miss Armstrong, come up front, please.
Take a stand in front of the machine, please.
Would you give me your right palm, please?
Take it off. Left, please.
It feels like his only real target
is Rachel Armstrong
for publishing the article,
which is not a crime. In fact...
Okay, if we've got Armstrong in jail,
that's our biggest ace in the hole.
Two. The Van Dorens
and everyone at the CIA
who worked with her
have agreed to submit to polygraphs.
Jeez, could we turn this guy off?
I can't listen to this anymore.
Better.
You know, that's the only thing
that Armstrong's got going for her
is the media, getting them to turn her
into some sort of a cause celeb.
We can't allow that to affect us.
Well, under the Branzburg case,
they've got no chance on appeal.
Even if they point out
that you didn't exhaust
any other possible sources
before going to her.
Yeah. No,
the Miller case made that perfectly clear.
- Sit still for the camera.
- But our objective,
our goal, is not to...
Is not to keep her locked up.
I want to let her go.
That means we have got our source
and we can prosecute him,
and, frankly, that's all I care about.
Sit as still as you can,
looking straight ahead.
Answer with the word "yes"
or the word "no."
Is your name Erica Van Doren?
Yes.
- Were you born in Ossining, New York?
- Yes.
Have you ever lied
on any official document?
No.
Did you reveal to Ms. Armstrong
you were an employee of the CIA?
You gotta know a few rules.
First, ain't no smoking
anywhere in the building.
Cigarettes are contraband.
No drugs, no fighting.
Fighting just buys you time in deseg.
- What's that?
- Desegregation.
In the movies, they call it the hole.
I'm taking you to the spillover room.
We house the more violent girls in cells.
What are you, a doorman? Get out of here.
- Come on. Let me out.
- Get out of here. Get out.
And ain't no fucking.
No kind of sex at all.
No eating pussy, no kissing, nothing.
If you're here for more than eight months,
you can apply for a kite or a conjugal.
Here you go.
But the turnover here is normally two weeks.
You won't even be here in eight months.
Hey!
Hey!
- What's your name?
- Olivia.
- Olivia what?
- Olivia James.
- Well, Olivia James, this is Rachel...
- Armstrong.
Rachel Armstrong, your new bunkie.
Be nice.
And show her how to make the bed.
There you go.
Lights out in an hour.
Lights up at 6:00 in the morning. All right?
Okay. Excuse me.
Is there any way
of seeing a newspaper in the morning?
No. But if you wanna watch the news,
you have to convince all of them to do it.
- On his birthday, who was driving...
- He ain't no fool.
- I don't care.
- Ain't no tomming in the yard, you know.
That's just sad.
Are you one of those
trained prevaricators, Erica?
You know, they teach you that at Langley?
Box beater.
Kicked ass, didn't I?
Who do you think spoke to her?
To Armstrong?
God damn it. I don't know!
But when you figure it out,
just give me five minutes
with the prick, okay?
Well, it's been my experience
that Miss Armstrong will tell us.
Right. She's never had her Vassar ass in jail.
She'll break.
I don't know. I met her.
I looked her in the eye.
She's a water-walker.
I wish we had the cookies, though.
Those were pretty good.
- Hey. Hey.
- Hey.
Guess who's here?
Little man wanted to say hey,
make sure you're okay.
All right. Here he is.
Say hi.
- Hey, baby. Hi.
- Hi.
Hey. Why don't you tell Mommy
what we brought her?
- Mom.
- Yeah.
We brought you some cookies,
but they took them away.
No way.
Well, maybe they'll let me have them later
for dessert.
- Dad made them.
- Dad made them? Yucky.
Hey,
I'm gonna be okay, sweetie.
Hey, how was your spelling test?
It was okay, I guess.
I bet you aced it.
Practiced really hard, didn't you?
Didn't you?
- Yeah.
- You sure did.
Hand the phone to your dad, okay?
- Hey.
- Hey.
Hey. How are you?
- I'm fine.
- Yeah?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Don't bring him anymore, Ray.
- This is not a good place for him.
- What are you talking about?
He's freaking out.
He wanted to see you. What do you mean?
He wanted to make sure you were okay.
Well, of course he wanted to see me. But...
- I mean, I'm really serious about this, Ray.
- Okay.
I'm not gonna be here forever.
- It's a couple of days. It's a few days.
- Okay. Okay.
So what is going on in the news?
- I haven't heard a thing.
- You haven't?
No, there's no newspapers in here.
The TV is perpetually
tuned into Jerry Springer.
Well, your jailing, your stance,
it's in every newspaper, on every channel.
No, no, no. I mean with the President.
What have they said about the article?
No, same thing. Same as always.
"The White House refuses
to comment on intelligence matters. "
What else are they going to say? Right?
I mean, the President, he's not making
any press conferences, that's for sure.
Hey, listen, I was thinking...
I mean, if this gets crazy, crazier,
maybe you should tell me who it is.
And that way, I can maybe talk to the guy.
I don't know,
like on a human level, you know?
- Ray.
- What?
I've never asked you, not once.
But this is... This is getting crazy.
Okay, let's not go there. At all.
- You don't trust me?
- That's not the point.
You don't trust me?
- Is it... What is...
- I guess that's it. It's over.
Okay. I miss you.
I miss you, too.
Can you pass the phone back to...
- Hey, can you hear me?
- Yeah.
Okay. I need you to make your bed
in the morning. All right?
I need at least one responsible male
in the house.
- Okay? Don't tell Daddy I said that, okay?
- I'll...
She can't hear you, buddy. Okay?
She'll come home soon. Come on.
All rise. Hear ye, hear ye.
- Armstrong. Let's go.
- All persons having business
with the United States District Court
in the District of Columbia will draw near.
Give your attention and you shall be heard.
Mr. Burnside, your client is here now,
so you may proceed when you're ready.
Thank you, sir.
Your Honor, I would ask
that you would release Ms. Armstrong
until such time as
the U.S. Court of Appeals can rule
on the validity of this contempt citation.
Now that would vitiate the whole purpose
of her incarceration in the first place.
She has the key to her own cell.
A key that comes in the form
of a loss of integrity is no key at all.
Integrity is subjective.
Miss Armstrong, I'm sympathetic,
but you've gotta help me out.
Will you represent to me that if you're home
that you'll pick up the phone
and call or contact your source
and try to get permission
for you to release the source's name
so we can put an end to all of this?
I would be dishonest
if I said I could do that.
Well, then, you're really not
giving me any basis at all.
The motion is denied.
Sir, I would ask that the court now
impose a fine of $10,000 a day
against the Sun Times
until such time
as Miss Armstrong's source be revealed.
Your Honor,
with all due respect to you,
this court and Miss Armstrong,
we don't know who her source is.
I don't see
how we could be held accountable.
Sir, obviously,
with the representation on display here,
obviously, the paper not only supports,
but is encouraging
Miss Armstrong's position.
They're enabling her.
The Sun Times should be obliged
to obey Your Honor,
and dismiss Miss Armstrong if she does not.
That is out of line!
Your Honor, respectfully,
I ask you to deny this motion.
Don't even think of buckling.
Don't even think it.
You pay the fine,
and you let Rachel hold strong,
exactly the way she's been doing.
You didn't need to say that.
Such a beautiful day.
- I like coming here.
- Yeah.
- It reminds me why we do what we do.
- I agree.
You know,
my daddy is buried right over there.
I feel it best that we not meet at Langley
- for the time being.
- Yeah. Okay.
Yeah. You know,
I'm just glad that you asked to see me.
I've been wanting to speak to you
since this all broke.
You know, I was hoping I'd convince you
to give me a crack at the CBD
in the Balkans.
- There's other business to attend to first.
- Okay.
Erica, we've investigated
to the fullest degree
all of those people
who were aware of your cover.
We've looked at phone records,
emails, the works.
- We're dead ending here.
- Really?
So far, the reporter is in jail and not talking.
It's essential we find out
where this leak came from.
I know. I understand. You know,
and I couldn't agree with you more.
You know, we don't know if this person
had it in for you or had it in for the agency,
so can I just pick your brain a little bit?
Yeah, of course. Please.
I completely understand.
- Ask me whatever you want.
- When did you first meet Rachel Armstrong?
Knowingly?
When she came to me at the soccer game,
when she confronted me.
And you're both volunteers at
Potomac Shores Elementary School, right?
I am. Well, no, I'm not.
I was, but I'm not now,
but she was a room mother there, she said.
You never met
at school functions before that?
- No.
- Your volunteer work never overlapped?
You guys never perhaps
talked mom to mom?
No. No.
Ever go to a school event
where alcohol was being served?
What? What?
You know, when my wife
went to those functions,
those let-your-hair-down things,
my God, I can't tell you the things she said
that she now wishes she could take back.
Sir, wait.
Are you still investigating me?
- Well...
- I just passed a polygraph.
Well, given your training,
I'm not sure how valuable that is.
It is a clinical investigation.
You don't need to take it personally.
I don't need to take it personally?
"We think that you're either incompetent,
a drunk, or a liar,
"but you don't need to take it personally."
How dare you?
- How fucking dare you?
- Okay,
- you need to watch your tone here, Erica.
- Let me ask you a question, sir.
What, in my absolutely unblemished record,
can you point to and say,
"Yeah, yeah, that's somebody
we can't trust"?
- What?
- Point is, I don't even know you.
You've been a NOC for so many years,
there are very few people
who actually know you.
Okay, well, you know what?
I know you. I know you, sir.
I know your type. I see where this is going.
I smell it.
You know, if somebody
in the CIA messed up,
somebody messed up, gave me up
and now you guys are walking around
investigating it like the Keystone Kops.
You're just aching for it to be me. I see it.
This way you can tell the press,
"You know what? It's not a rogue agent.
"It is just some silly little girl
whose feelings got hurt
"that her investigative
conclusions were ignored
"by the President of the United States."
Findings that absolved Venezuela
from having anything at all to do
with the assassination attempt on him.
- Now you're being dramatic, Erica.
- Fine, okay.
You know what?
You can speak to my attorney from now on.
You can drop my protective detail.
You can stop cutting me checks. Okay?
I quit.
You don't just quit, Erica.
Really? What is this, The Sopranos?
I can't leave the family? I'm stuck?
Well, it's a process.
You're full of privileged information.
You don't trust me? Fine, okay.
I'm gonna give you reason not to. Okay?
My husband's not the only one
in the family who can write.
Look, you sure you want to get
in a war with the government, Erica?
Do you need the messiness?
You're in the middle
of a custody battle, right?
You sure you want to drag Allison
into the middle of all this?
You are so lucky you are a woman.
Why is that?
Because I don't hit girls.
You know, you weren't the only agent
investigating the Venezuelans,
but you were the only one that concluded
that they were not involved
in the attack on the President.
Yours is not the only report
the President read.
I wish you the very best of luck
with your daughter and the custody battle.
I hope you get to see her again.
Thank you.
Yeah, watch this.
If there was enough money in the world,
I'd be buying my way out of this.
Honey, if there was enough money
in the world, I wouldn't be in here
- in the first place.
- You got that right.
What's that?
A Christmas present from my son.
- How old is he?
- Seven.
Shit, ain't nobody in the whole world
seven years old no more.
I'm moving in.
That fat piece of shit over there
keeps farting all night.
About to turn my carjacking beef
into a homicide if I stay over there.
Well, welcome to the neighborhood.
Congratulations, everyone.
We have three Pulitzer finalists in our midst.
For investigative reporting.
Yo, Armstrong.
A message for you
from somebody named Bunny.
I just took it for you.
We couldn't find you upstairs.
So you won something, huh?
I ain't never won nothing.
- Thanks.
- Sure.
How was school today?
- Okay, I guess.
- Yeah?
- What was the best part?
- I don't know.
Hey, I won an award.
Though I almost did.
A big one, for being a good reporter.
- That's nice.
- And the first person I wanted to tell
was you 'cause you're my most special guy.
- You want to put your dad back on?
- Okay.
Okay.
Hey, he really misses you.
- Really?
- So, the Pulitzer?
Yeah. You told me, remember?
That's not that...
Everyone to your bunk! Shake down!
Lock your hands behind your head.
Come on, Armstrong, let's get to your bunk.
Lock your hands behind your head.
Shake down!
- Let's go!
- Let's go, ladies!
I can find your head by your bunks.
- Move!
- Let's go, ladies! Let's go!
Get to your racks now!
What is you doing, Miss Jones?
Get to your bunk, now!
You know this is not allowed in here.
It's contraband.
Sorry.
You been taking these
from the IK for weeks.
More contraband.
Hey, that's personal stuff.
Can I have that back? What the fuck is this?
You can't take that!
- What did you say?
- She can't take that. It's mine!
Get back to your bunk!
You hold that noise, ma'am,
or I will take you to the hole!
You understand me?
Lock your hands behind your head.
Deseg for you.
Fuck.
Well, it's amazing news about the Pulitzer.
Congratulations.
Yeah. No, that's great. I just...
I'm not surprised Tom Williams got it.
His story got the mayor to resign.
The President is so popular,
nobody gave a damn about what I wrote.
Well, we're all proud of you.
No, I know. Thanks.
I'm sorry.
They took my journal, my notes,
for taking an apple out of the chow house.
I can't write, and it's driving me nuts.
They took my pen.
I can't even write to Timmy anymore.
I was wondering if you could possibly
write an editorial or something,
shame them a bit.
Yeah, of course.
Tomorrow, tomorrow's paper.
Thank you.
So, look,
Molly Meyers wants to interview you.
What? Why? I'm not anorexic.
I'm not in rehab.
I'm not dating Justin Timberlake.
Human interest, I guess.
Look, she's a journalist.
She has to be on your side, right?
The top dogs are really pushing for it.
It's like you said,
no one's writing about your case anymore.
We're losing traction.
The government isn't feeling
the public pressure.
And the fines
and the legal fees are growing.
- I get it. Say hi to Avril...
- Don't think about that. No. No, no.
We just need to get you out in front again,
and, for what it's worth,
Molly Meyers will get the eyeballs on you.
So?
Okay. But it's gotta be live.
She's not gonna edit me
into a doddering idiot.
- Absolutely.
- And I'm not fucking crying, either.
All right.
What are you wearing?
What is this, the new Cartier?
It's a wonderful watch.
No, it's not a watch. It's jewelry.
Here, look at here.
I'm suddenly nuts about this de Grisogono.
I love the numerals.
- All different sizes. Isn't that nice?
- It's a beauty.
- Ready, Molly.
- All right, have fun.
Okay. They're telling me
it's gonna be substantive.
It's gonna be serious.
- Really?
- Well, that's what they're telling me.
This will be your moment, not hers.
You'll be great.
Here you go.
- Rachel, hi. I'm Molly Meyers.
- Right, we met once.
I interviewed with you
to be your research assistant.
Oh, no kidding.
We are not going to have time for this.
If you have time for the Identities Act. Great.
If not, so be it.
- That's fine.
- One minute.
All right.
Thank you so much for doing this, Rachel.
- And congratulations on the Pulitzer.
- It was just a finalist.
- Well, bravo. We're all with you.
- Thank you, that's very nice.
Of course, I can't say it on the air.
Objectivity and all that.
All right, ready?
- You know we're live?
- Todd is gonna toss it to you in three, two...
Thank you, Todd.
Rachel Armstrong, thank you for joining us.
Rachel, you have been here
for seven months.
How are you feeling?
Well, physically I feel fine.
I don't get the exercise that I need,
but I feel fine.
You know, I look at you and I get this
sort of, "How do you do it?" sensation.
Vassar girl, Columbia Journalism,
suburban soccer mom...
How Twilight Zone- ish is this for you?
I must say, when I wake up in the morning,
it does take me a few seconds
to realize where I am.
I mean, I haven't grown accustomed to it.
You're married to the novelist,
Ray Armstrong.
How is the marriage holding up?
- Well, obviously, it puts pressure...
- It must be very hard.
It is hard. But we're strong.
You know, he's very supportive of me,
and we're best friends. That really helps.
And what about your son? Timothy.
When was the last time you saw him?
It's been a long time.
How long?
He came to see me
when I was first brought here,
but I have asked
that he not visit me in this place.
Well, that must be brutal.
Most mothers, though, are going to have
a hard time understanding.
I guess I would have, too,
but most mothers would have no idea
what they would do
unless they were in my position.
The truth is,
bringing Timmy here would be selfish.
You know, it would be for me.
And I do wonder a lot if I can survive
another day not seeing him,
but I know Timmy,
and I saw the look in his eyes
when he was brought here,
and I know the damage that it would do
to see his mother in this place, caged up.
So, you know, I can't do that to him.
Rachel, let's get to the meat of it,
because I have to try.
On your story, on uncovering the identity
of the CIA agent Erica Van Doren,
who was your source?
Well, Molly, let me ask you.
Why do you have to try?
Try to get a fellow journalist
to betray her integrity?
I know you know better than that.
I know you do.
Before the cameras rolled, you said
you were, quote-unquote, with me.
Look, I have empathy.
Like you, I would never give up a source.
But you know what?
Sometimes sources have motives.
Right, okay.
If the information
they're giving is valuable and truthful,
like with Watergate or the Pentagon Papers,
then their motives really don't matter.
Any real journalist would be prepared
to put up with the discomfort of jail
to protect their principle.
I know you say
you would protect your source,
as if you're saying,
"There but for the grace of God go I,"
and you're never gonna have to worry about
- the government coming after you.
- Why?
Because the government really doesn't care
how you found out
where Paris had dinner last night.
That's my bunkie right there, y'all.
That's my bunkie!
Ray.
Hey. Hey, Albert. Hey.
Hi, I'm Albert Burnside.
- Hi, I'm Gretchen Monroy.
- Hi.
- So, did you see the Molly Meyers thing?
- Yes. Yes.
- Rachel was real terrific. It was great.
- Yeah, she was unbelievable.
- I'll catch up with you.
- Sure.
Nice to meet you.
- Look, Albert.
- It's none of my business.
No, no, no. No, you don't.
There are things about us
that you just don't...
- When you say "us"?
- Rachel and me.
Look, Ray, if you can sleep at night,
you can sleep at night.
She made a choice.
- Choices have consequences.
- Yeah, if you think your wife
felt like she had a choice in this,
then maybe you two shouldn't be together.
Well, you can tell her or not.
That's entirely up to you.
Keep up the good work.
Excuse me, ma'am. Excuse me.
Didn't mean to startle you.
- That's okay.
- I'm looking for the Stein residence.
Stein residence?
You know, I don't know.
I don't think there is a Stein on the block.
Harv and Sheila?
Harv and Sheila...
Oh, God.
Rachel?
Who do you have working the story?
Evans and Merkow.
The shooter belonged
to a right wing fringe group.
I guess he thought Erica had it in
for our beloved President.
Name's Alan Murphy. He's nuts and stupid.
Drove his own car to the murder site,
then crashed it half a mile away.
Once she resigned from the CIA,
she lost her protective detail.
God, this is so crazy.
Evans and Merkow will want to get
a statement from you of some kind.
I know. I get it. It's okay.
It's okay.
- How's Allison doing?
- Who is Allison?
Erica's daughter.
- Bonnie...
- It is not your fault.
Am I doing the right thing?
What's the problem?
We still have 15 minutes.
Judge wants to see her.
I've got a van waiting.
The President now seems to feel
compelled to get involved personally.
He wants to get
to the bottom of this debacle.
What happened is terrible,
and my heart goes out to her little girl,
- but it hasn't changed my position.
- Okay, that's not what I need.
I have here copies of waivers
that have been signed
by all White House staff and senior CIA.
It authorizes you, gives you permission
to reveal their names
if they were your source.
It's a blanket waiver.
That should do it for you.
Have a look. See if your source has signed.
- These people were obviously coerced.
- These people here?
These people have signed
of their own volition.
Yeah, if you don't sign these,
then we'll harass you,
we'll investigate you,
we'll make your life hell on earth.
I'm not even going to look at them, Judge.
- Anybody want some tea?
- Yes, please.
- No, thank you.
- It's from Greece.
What are we going to do with you?
This has gotten to the point now
where my wife is pissed off at me
and is telling me that I'm some sort of bully.
Well, you're not gonna get
much sympathy from me there.
Your Honor,
can I borrow your library for a second?
You think I should look at the waivers.
A man can live a good life,
be honorable, give to charity,
but in the end, the number of people
who come to his funeral
is generally dependent on the weather.
What? I'm sorry. I'm not following.
The weather has changed, Rachel.
I'm sorry, but it has. That's the truth.
In the old days,
this would have been a lot easier to fight.
The public would have called you a hero.
But I don't know,
somewhere along the line, the press...
The press stopped being the white knight,
and started being the dragon.
That's the way people see it.
You want to know why no paper
in this country, including your own,
has continued covering your story?
Why don't you tell me?
Because your 48-hour news cycle
dried up months ago.
I mean, look at you, Rachel.
You look like shit.
- Your kid is growing up without you...
- Don't bring Timmy into this.
- It's not fair. Okay. I'm a good mother.
- Fair? Fuck fair!
Look, you may not
want to bring your son into this,
- but I do. You want to know why?
- Why?
Because I'm defending Rachel Armstrong,
not a principle.
A man leaves his family to go to jail
to protect a principle,
and they name a holiday after him.
A man leaves his children
to go fight in a war,
and they erect a monument to him.
A woman does the same thing,
and she's the monster.
If we back down,
what are we saying, Albert?
"Trust reporters as long as
they're not mothers, because they'll crack."
The truth is, if I had known that
writing this fucking story
would have separated me from Timmy,
then maybe I wouldn't have done it.
But here we are. The story's been published,
and the path has been chosen,
and there's no way back,
and in the end, my son will be fine.
You know, Ray is a great father,
and Timmy's gonna be okay,
but that will not be the case with my source.
My source will be publicly saddled
with the death of Erica Van Doren,
and that, I promise you,
will mean the destruction
of the person we're talking about,
and that, Albert, that is not fair.
Why?
I mean, your source knew full well
the ramifications of speaking to you.
My source didn't know what they were doing
when I got the information.
- Was he drunk? Was he talking in his sleep?
- Hey, take a fucking walk.
We're trying to swim
a fucking waterfall here, Albert.
We have a responsibility to the shareholders
not to go bankrupt.
If you're so worried about that,
then I'll go pro bono from here on in.
- How about that?
- Sold.
Come in.
Okay. I just got off the phone.
Stan Riggens has agreed
to speak to the grand jury.
I guess signing that waiver spooked him.
Stan?
- I owe that kid in my office 10 bucks.
- When is all this supposed to happen?
As soon as possible.
It'll have to wait until tomorrow morning.
Once he confirms he was your source,
you're off the hook.
Pack your bags, Rachel.
You were chief of staff to the Vice President.
I resigned 11 months ago.
And were you
the source of information provided
on the October 6th edition
of the Capital Sun Times
in which the identity
of the covert CIA agent was revealed?
I was.
Can you tell us all how that came about?
Well, I guess I was just so angry
at Erica Van Doren and her husband,
- my emotions got the better of me.
- I'm not interested in your motivations.
I want to know how
you came to reveal this information.
I was at a party.
...you guys, it's muddy right here.
I had been drinking.
Stan.
Hello there, young-ish lady. How are you?
Can I get a beer, please? Good. Great.
Just here with my son.
They're cute now, but they grow up.
You know?
So I've been reading.
So I heard Glen invited you.
It's good to see you.
Yeah, and you thought,
"Well, how can I pass up this opportunity?"
That is exactly what I thought.
- Can I ask you a question?
- Anything.
Ambassador Van Doren.
- What about him?
- His wife.
Is she a spook, Stan?
Come here.
- Now, look, you did not hear this from me.
- Of course not.
- Not from me.
- Absolutely not.
But, everybody knows she's at the CIA.
Everybody.
But you can't use that.
Hey, I won't say it came from you,
but we're not off the record.
Screw it.
Everybody knows anyway.
Common knowledge.
Do you know if she happened
to get out to Venezuela at all?
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
She came to you
and asked you if Ms. Van Doren was a spy?
She already knew.
That's right.
They're not satisfied with Riggens.
He was just your corroborative source.
So was the FBI guy
who gave you her report.
They still want the original source,
which puts us back at square one.
Well, how much longer can this go on?
It's seven months or so before
the grand jury is required to disband,
and then Dubois
can just order up a new one.
I can't...
I'm gonna have to tell the Warden I did this.
Look,
if you're gonna be here
another seven months,
then you should know, in every way
how this will affect you.
Albert told me.
Well, do I get any details?
Details? Yeah.
The details are you're in here,
and whatever it is keeping you in here
is more important to you
than what's on the outside.
- Well, how long have you been seeing her?
- Just a few weeks.
- Do you love her?
- I don't know.
You don't know?
It's only been a few weeks.
You don't know her.
- What do you do with Timmy?
- What?
When you're fucking her,
what do you do with Timmy?
He's with a sitter when we go out.
- Has he met her?
- No.
- Do I know her?
- You don't know her. I told you that.
- She lives in Maryland...
- Okay. You know what,
- I don't want to hear any more.
- Look...
Ray, I know this is impossible for all of us.
I get it. You're Ionely. I'm Ionely.
Look, all you have to do to keep me,
to keep my respect,
is just tell me it means nothing.
That you love me, and that...
I'd like to see Timmy now.
Something you should know is
I speak only the best about you to him.
All right, don't patronize me. Okay?
I need to see him, and he needs to see me.
- That's it.
- Okay. Okay.
I'll see what we can do.
They don't allow visitation
on weekends anymore,
and his school routine is pretty locked in.
So, now, on top of everything else,
you're gonna try and keep my son from me?
- No. No, it's not like that.
- Isn't like what, Ray?
It's not like you're cheating on your wife
- while she is fucking rotting in jail?
- Keep your voice down.
- Rache.
- Is that what it's not like?
- Fuck you!
- Hey! Hey!
- Fuck off!
- Okay, okay, okay.
Go to hell!
It's okay.
Really, this is how you want...
You know what? Thanks for the fuck, Ray!
That really hit the spot!
Right, 'cause you're the only one
who got fucked by all this. Right?
Hey.
What the fuck is your problem?
- You're in my bunk.
- Get a new fucking bunk.
- Hey. That's my stuff! Stop it!
- Yeah. It's going down here!
- Hey!
- Get your skanky ass stuff out of my bunk!
- Go get a new bunk!
- Get your ass out of my fucking bunk.
This is not your bunk!
That ain't right.
You want the bunk? Your bunk?
You want that bunk? Huh?
You want that bunk?
You want your fucking bunk now, huh?
Yeah.
Come on, leave her alone.
Get down! Get down! Get down!
Oh, God.
What happened?
I got the shit kicked out of me, Albert.
That's what happened.
How? What? Over what?
- We both wanted the top bunk.
- What?
Well, you've always known
the important things to fight for.
Are the doctors saying
you're gonna be all right?
Yeah. Whatever that means.
You know,
I'm the most senior prisoner in this jail.
I've had 32 different bunk mates
since I've been here.
I gotta say, that's a record.
Is that a new tie?
No, I've had it a while. Domenico Vacca.
- I took you for a Kenneth Cole man.
- Kenneth Cole?
Well, I'm glad you retained
your sense of humor.
You look like a woman
who could use some good news.
It's great news.
They've agreed.
They're going to take your case.
It's gonna be an expedited hearing.
The next case this morning
is in re Armstrong.
We'll hear first from Mr. Burnside.
Mr. Chief Justice,
and may it please the court.
In 1972 in Branzburg v. Hayes,
this court ruled
against the right of reporters
to withhold the names of their sources
before a grand jury,
and it gave the power to the government
to imprison those reporters who did.
It was a five-four decision. Close.
In his dissent in Branzburg,
Justice Stewart said,
"As the years pass,
"the power of government
becomes more and more pervasive."
"Those in power," he said,
"whatever their politics,
"want only to perpetuate it
"and the people are the victims."
Well, the years have passed,
and that power is pervasive.
Ms. Armstrong could have buckled
to the demands of the government.
She could have abandoned
her promise of confidentiality.
She could have simply
gone home to her family.
But to do so
would mean that no source
would ever speak to her again,
and no source would ever speak
to her newspaper again,
and then tomorrow when we lock up
journalists from other newspapers,
we'll make those publications
irrelevant as well,
and thus we'll make the First Amendment
irrelevant.
And then how will we know
if a president has covered up crimes?
Or if an army officer has condoned torture?
We, as a nation, will no longer be able
to hold those in power accountable
to those whom they have power over.
And what then is the nature of government
when it has no fear of accountability?
We should shudder at the thought.
Imprisoning journalists?
That's for other countries.
That's for countries who fear their citizens,
not countries that cherish and protect them.
Some time ago,
I began to feel the personal
human pressure on Rachel Armstrong,
and I told her that I was there
to represent her and not a principle.
And it was not until I met her
that I realized that with great people,
there's no difference
between principle and the person.
Come on. I got new digs for you.
- You know, they brought him out here...
- It's nothing.
He's not a real person here.
- Soccer isn't a real thing here.
- They don't respond to it the same way.
- Judge, good afternoon.
- It's just not.
Good afternoon, thanks for coming over.
Mr. Burnside.
We're talking about soccer not law.
Just want you to know.
Look, the reason I asked
the two of you to come over here today
is that the Supremes
have decided your case.
The ruling will be down on Monday,
but I've been told by a confidential source
what it is,
and I wanted to share it with you.
Five-four, opinion against you, Albert.
Same as before.
National security, First Amendment,
the court went with national security.
And I want to say to you, Patton,
congratulations. You did a great job.
The court once again
has made clear that in a case
where journalists are not cooperative,
they may have to be incarcerated.
Well, thank you, sir.
That having been said,
I've decided to let her go.
I'm sorry, sir. What?
I've gotta let her go.
I've been doing this a lot of years now,
and I am sure that this woman
is not going to reveal her source.
She's been locked up for almost a year.
She has been beaten
within an inch of her life.
- She is resolute.
- That's exactly right. Exactly right.
I can only keep her in jail if I think doing so
will get her to reveal her source.
She's not going to talk.
I really have no choice but to let her go.
If I may. This is a...
This is a woman
who's been protecting a criminal.
- That makes her a criminal.
- Oh, come on. She's not a criminal,
and she won't be a criminal
unless she is duly charged
and duly convicted by a jury,
and that's not my call.
When are you gonna sign the paperwork,
Your Honor?
I want to get her out of there right away.
I'm gonna go to court Monday morning.
I'm gonna announce that I'm freeing her.
And, Patton, you got a choice.
You can beat me to the punch.
Just dissolve the grand jury.
As I'm sure your attorney has informed you,
the grand jury has been disbanded.
We're gonna have to
wait till midnight to let you go.
Midnight?
What? You're keeping the reporters
away from your losing cause?
Rachel, I know almost all of it.
I am indicting two government officials
for talking to you.
I wish I knew who it was
that first tipped you off,
but I'm not gonna get greedy.
I'm losing custody of my kid.
You want the wedding ring?
Kind of a trophy.
You know, vilify me if you want, Rachel,
but I had a job to do,
and I had every right to do what I did.
I think you're confusing your rights
with your power, Mr. Dubois.
It's okay.
We booked you a room at the Mayflower,
but you know you're welcome
to stay with me as long as you need.
- Thank you. Thanks.
- Sure.
I spoke to Ray.
He's gonna bring Timmy by
first thing in the morning.
Thought maybe
you would like to take him to school?
Yeah.
- That's okay?
- Yeah.
That'd be amazing.
God, I'm gonna scare him to death, though.
And, well, you let me know
what you want to do in terms of work.
You can if you want to.
No one's going to pressure you
about writing about your experiences.
Oh, please.
Rachel, look in the glove,
hand me the insurance and registration,
would you?
I was only going 30.
Ma'am, would you please
step outside of the car?
- What's going on?
- We just need you to step out.
Not you, ma'am.
- Are you kidding me?
- Get out of the car, Rachel.
- What's the problem, sir?
- I can't believe this.
- What do you want?
- I'm gonna ask you to turn around, please.
- What is it? What are you doing?
- Hey, hey! Go easy on her.
Rachel, I'm sorry that it's come to this.
- What is going on?
- Back in the car, ma'am.
Rachel, you're being charged with...
- What's going on here?
- They're arresting me, Bonnie.
You're being charged
with criminal contempt of court.
What does that mean?
Well, it means you have obstructed justice,
and you're going on trial.
- Come on. Let's go.
- Hasn't she been through enough?
God damn it.
Oh, no. God.
Dubois! Dubois!
Rachel, you're looking
at a possible five-year sentence
for impeding a federal investigation,
but I don't wanna go to trial.
So, I want to give you a chance
to plead this sentence down.
I want you to look in my eyes
and gauge my sincerity.
Use your reporter's instincts. Okay?
You're good with those.
- I'm gonna offer you two years.
- No. No.
No, it's gonna be suspended sentence,
probation.
You have to respect
what she's been through.
Albert, two years is not
as good an offer as it could be,
but it's not as bad, either.
Because you're guilty, Miss Armstrong.
You're guilty as charged,
and if you want to waltz
into a courtroom in a martyr's cloak,
trust me, you're gonna see something
that you have not seen yet.
Because this polite,
country lawyer demeanor
is gonna give way
to a wave of self-righteous indignation
that you can't even begin to imagine.
That jury is gonna hear
fire-breathing oratory
about a country
whose security has been compromised,
a husband widowed, and a little girl
who's gotta visit her mother's grave
because you wanted to chase
a Pulitzer Prize.
So, if you force me to take you to trial,
I'm gonna make sure
that you don't make it home
- for your son's high school graduation.
- Come on, that's enough.
So, what's it gonna be, Rachel?
If I agree to this, there is one thing I need.
Oh, my God. You have gotten so handsome.
You're a real little man.
I'll bet you got all the girls
chasing after you, huh?
No.
No? Well, you will.
I don't care. Whatever.
Hey, I kind of like your hair this way.
- Look, I know you're mad at me.
- No, I'm not.
Well, I think you are,
and I haven't let you see me in a long time.
- I'd be mad at me, too.
- Well, I'm not. Okay?
Okay.
Look, kiddo,
it hasn't been easy for me, either.
If I'd known it was gonna go on this long,
I would have done things differently.
I would have let you see me
every single day.
I am so sorry.
Dad says you could have
got out of here many times.
Well, your dad is wrong.
- Look, kiddo...
- I'm not a kid anymore.
Okay, you know what? You can pretend
not to love me all you want,
and I can pretend to believe it,
but I love you,
and I think about you
every minute of every day.
Okay?
Dad says you're going to prison.
- I am.
- Isn't that where you are now?
No. This is jail.
Jail is where you go
when they decide your punishment,
and then you go to prison.
And what's your punishment?
- Two years.
- That's a long time.
Yeah. But if I'm well-behaved,
then I might get out earlier.
So...
Is it dangerous there?
You know what?
If you visit me, come check on me,
I'll be okay.
Okay. I'm kind of busy, but I'll try.
I think we should go now,
on account of traffic and all.
Hey, hey, how about a kiss? Just one.
Bye.
You're a tattletale!
- I am not!
- You just told on Nicky.
That's because he won't stop.
- You're a tattletale.
- Timmy, that's enough. Stop it.
- That's enough.
- But you're not supposed to tattle.
Well, you're not supposed
to have to put up with bullies, either.
Come on. Come on.
Are you a writer or something?
Yeah, I'm a reporter.
I work for the Capital Sun Times.
We get that newspaper.
Oh, yeah?
Well, tell all your friends to do the same.
- The Internet is killing us.
- Mom, how long till we get there?
- About 18 hours, Timmy.
- No, Mom, really.
I don't know. I don't know.
My daddy is a writer.
- He is? What does he write?
- He writes articles,
though my mom doesn't really like
what he writes about.
- What's he write about?
- He writes about the President.
- What's your last name?
- Van Doren.
Why doesn't your mommy
like what he writes about?
I heard her yelling at Daddy once.
'Cause he used her secret stuff,
she found out.
- What she found out?
- When she was in Venezula.
Why was your mom in Venezuela?
Was she on vacation?
No, she was working..
- Working?
- For the government.
But don't tell anybody
it's me who told you. Okay?
You bet.