Do You Know Me? (2009) - full transcript
Ellie Carter is recently graduated and has it all. While celebrating with friend and boyfriend, she comes across a milk carton with a picture of a missing child that looks a lot like her. As a prank, they call the toll free number and she realizes that this person could be her. The more she finds out, the closer she gets to getting herself and beloved ones killed.
[♪♪]
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING
REPEATEDLY]
ARE YOU PROUD?
I COULDN'T BE PROUDER.
I JUST WISH WE DIDN'T HAVE TO
CELEBRATE WITH WHAT'S HIS NAME--
CHRIS--
...CHRIS.
...IS A VERY NICE BOY, DAVID.
"...IS A VERY
NICE BOY, DAVID."
PLUS... HE'S HOT.
SO, I GUESS WE'RE ADULTS NOW.
I'M AFRAID SO.
[BOTH CHUCKLING]
YOU READY TO START
OUR LIVES?
YES... [SIGHS]
...EXCEPT FOR
THE "MOVING BACK HOME" BIT.
WHY DON'T YOU
MOVE IN WITH ME?
IT'S TOO SOON.
BUT THANKS.
[SHUTTER CLICKING]
"TO HAVE HER HOME,
GRADUATED, EDUCATED,
"SO ELATED,
"IT DOES A FATHER PROUD,
AND MAKES THE SACRIFICES
ALL WORTHWHILE."
THAT'S AWESOME, DAD.
THE GAZETTE
IS LUCKY
TO HAVE YOU,
AND SO AM I.
MM-HMM.
I SPOKE
TO THE PHOTO EDITOR,
AND HE SAYS YOU CAN HAVE
AN INTERNSHIP, IF YOU WANT ONE.
YES, AND YOU CAN
GET SOME SHIFTS BACK
AT THE CLINIC,
FOR THE MONEY,
UNTIL THE
GAZETTE'S
READY
TO PAY.
DR. PATEL WOULD BE HAPPY
TO SEE YOU THERE AGAIN.
THANKS,
I APPRECIATE IT...
I'LL TAKE THE SHIFTS
AT THE CLINIC
UNTIL I GET A JOB
AT A PAPER...
BUT, UH, NO
GAZETTE
, DAD.
I THINK I WANT TO TRY
FOR A BIGGER PUBLICATION.
EL DOESN'T NEED
THE CLINIC.
A WEEK OF POUNDING
THE PAVEMENT--
WE KNOW HOW GOOD
SHE IS, CHRIS.
SOMETIMES A JOB IN THE HAND
MEANS SOMETHING
TO PEOPLE WHO DON'T HAVE
A LOT OF MONEY.
GIFT TIME!
[WHISPERING]: THANK YOU.
AWW!
IT'S A SISTER BRACELET.
IZ, IT'S BEAUTIFUL.
ONE FOR YOU
AND ONE FOR ME.
WE CAN WEAR THEM TOMORROW
AT THE BEACH.
DAD MADE A RESERVATION
AT THE DUSK MOTEL,
SO WE CAN SPEND THE NIGHT.
OH, GOD, SWEETIE, I'M SO SORRY,
I FORGOT.
UH, I CAN'T GO,
I HAVE JOB INTERVIEWS TOMORROW.
CAN'T YOU JUST SPEND
ONE DAY WITH YOUR SISTER?
DAD, I WILL,
I PROMISE.
JUST AS SOON AS I GET A JOB.
OKAY?
[CHRIS]: YEAH, YOU KNOW,
THAT REALLY WAS
AN AWESOME ARTICLE
YOU WROTE, MR. CARTER.
YOU COULD WRITE
AT ANY PAPER.
I ALWAYS TELL HIM THAT.
WELL, HEY, SIR,
MY FATHER'S ON THE BOARD
OF HEARST PUBLISHING--
YOU KNOW, CHRIS,
IT MIGHT SURPRISE YOU,
BUT I ACTUALLY LIKE
WRITING FOR THAT PAPER.
I GET TO WRITE
WHAT I WANT
WHEN I WANT.
YOU'RE SO RUDE.
IT'S LIKE
YOU HATE HIM.
I DON'T HATE CHRIS.
I'D JUST WISH HE'D GET HIS HEAD
OUT OF HIS BUTT
EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE,
THAT'S ALL.
I'M SORRY, EL.
HE'S JUST SO OBSESSED
WITH YOU MAKING IT BIG.
YOU KNOW, THERE'S
MORE TO LIFE THAN
JUST GETTING YOUR NAME
PLASTERED IN EVERY PAPER
ACROSS THE COUNTRY.
WELL, MAYBE I DON'T
UNDERSTAND
YOUR OBSESSION
WITH THE STATUS QUO.
MEANING WHAT?
[SIGHS]: MEANING...
YOU COULD WORK AT ANY TOP PAPER,
AND YET YOU CHOOSE TO SLAVE
AT A LOCAL RAG.
IT'S NOT A RAG, EL.
AND I HAPPEN TO LIKE
LIVING HERE.
PEOPLE ARE NORMAL.
THEY REMEMBER WHAT'S
IMPORTANT IN LIFE--
LIKE REMEMBERING
THE PLANS THEY MAKE
WITH THEIR SISTER.
DAD, I'M SORRY,
I DON'T MEAN TO SOUND...
[SIGHS]: IT'S JUST...
I WANT SOMETHING BIGGER
THAN ALL THIS.
[SIGHS]:
BUT ALL MY FRIENDS ARE--
HEY...
YOU'RE NOT YOUR FRIENDS, EL.
LOOK.
THIS IS WHERE YOU GREW UP.
IT'S WHERE
YOUR FAMILY IS,
AND IT'S GOOD.
IF YOU'D JUST LOOK
A LITTLE CLOSER,
YOU COULD SEE THAT, OKAY?
I'M GLAD YOU'RE HOME.
[♪♪]
[DOOR CREAKS]
[CHILD SHRIEKS]
[MAN]:
QUIET. HURRY!
[CHILD'S SHRIEKS ECHOING]
[CHILD PROTESTING, MUFFLED]
[GASPS AND PANTS]
[SIGHS SOFTLY, THEN HEAVILY]
YOU LEFT
THE DOOR OPEN.
SORRY, EL.
IT'S BEEN SO LONG
SINCE YOU SLEPT HERE,
I FORGOT.
EL?
I KNOW YOU MIGHT NOT BE,
BUT I'M GLAD YOU'RE HOME.
[LETS OUT A BREATH]
COME HERE.
I LOVE YOU, IZ.
I LOVE YOU TOO.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
[EL]: HEY, DAD.
GOT A JOB YET,
KIDDO?
UH... ASK ME AGAIN
IN A COUPLE OF MINUTES.
ALL RIGHT, I WILL.
DAD, I'M SORRY ABOUT--
YEAH. ME TOO, EL.
COMING HOME?
UH, NO, I'M GOING TO KEEP
POUNDING THE PAVEMENT,
AND THEN CHRIS AND I
ARE HAVING A FRIEND OVER,
SO I'LL PROBABLY STAY THERE.
YOU'RE SLEEPING OVER
WITH HIM?
DAD, WHO DO YOU THINK
I'VE BEEN WITH
FOR THE LAST YEAR?
[CHUCKLES]: LOOK.
I'LL BE HOME BY 10.
WE'LL HAVE BRUNCH, OKAY?
EL, YOU BE CAREFUL
IN THE CITY.
UH, GOTTA GO!
EXCUSE ME?
WHAT'S THIS?
I SAW YOU INTERVIEWED.
YOU SAID CAFE ELENE'S CREPES
WERE YOUR FAVORITE.
[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]
I JUST GRADUATED,
AND, UH...
YOUTHFUL EXUBERANCE...
NO DEPTH.
THANKS FOR THE CREPE.
[CHRIS]:
IS THAT YOU, BABE?
HOW'D IT GO?
NOT ONE BITE.
[DOOR BUZZES OPEN]
WHAT CAN I SAY?
I'M ATTRACTED
TO OLDER MEN.
AND IT'S A TWO-WAY STREET.
I GIVE THEM SEX,
THEY PAY ME WITH APPROVAL.
[LAUGHTER]
OKAY...
HELLO, DR. FREUD.
OKAY.
[GLASSES CLINKING]
MM!
AW, HEY, STATISTICS SAY
YOU DATE ALL DIFFERENT TYPES,
AND NO MATTER
HOW HARD YOU FIGHT IT,
YOU END UP
MARRYING YOUR FATHER.
OH, GOD.
OH, THAT IS NOT GOING TO BE ME.
I LOVE MY DAD,
BUT I LIKE EXCITING,
DRIVEN...
AND GREAT BODS, RIGHT?
[GIGGLING]
HOW ABOUT
SOME 3:00 A.M. JAVA
TO SOBER US UP?
YES, MA'AM.
SWEETIE...
WANT TO POUR ME
ANOTHER ONE?
MM-HMM.
OOPS!
OKAY, NO, POUR.
THAT'S YOUR MISSION.
[LAUGHING]: NO,
POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT!
AM I DRUNK,
OR IS ELSA ON THIS MILK CARTON?
HAH! YOU'RE DRUNK.
EL'S ON MY LAP.
[LAUGHS]
[STARTS LAUGHING]
OKAY, EL,
NEVER GET A PERM.
[LAUGHS]: YEAH.
WHAT ARE YOU GUYS
TALKING ABOUT?
OH, MY GOD... THAT'S ME.
CREEPY...
IT'S YOUR TWIN!
OR... IT'S YOU!
THAT WHAT YOU
LOOKED LIKE AT THREE?
I DON'T KNOW.
HAVEN'T YOU SEEN
PICTURES?
NO, NO,
WE LOST ALL OF OUR THINGS
IN A FIRE WHEN I WAS LITTLE.
[CHRIS AND LISA, PLAY-SPOOKED]:
WOO-OOH-OOH-OOH...
[LAUGHTER]
[♪♪]
LOOK, SAME EYE COLOR.
SAME HAIR!
PLEASE... FRIZZIER,
TACKIER HAIR.
[SNICKERING]
BORN... CALIFORNIA.
1987. SAME YEAR.
YEAH, BUT I WAS
BORN IN JULY.
OR SO MY KIDNAPPERS
TELL ME.
YEAH.
[GIGGLES]
UH, WHAT'S THAT?
LAST SEEN-- 1990.
AGE THREE.
I THINK WE NEED
TO REPORT THIS.
WHAT? NO, NO! DON'T!
[LISA]: WHY NOT?
IT'S A 24-HOUR HOTLINE.
WHAT IS SHE DOING?!
[QUIET CHUCKLING]
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
OH, MY GOD,
IS SHE CALLING?
[OPERATOR]:
"DO YOU KNOW ME?" HOTLINE.
CAN I TALK
TO SOMEONE ABOUT A...
A SOPHIE MARSARETTI?
ONE MOMENT, PLEASE.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
COME ON,
JUST FOR THE FUN OF IT.
HELLO?
[GASPS]: YOU DO IT!
WHAT? UM... HELLO?
[OPERATOR]:
YES, HELLO?
UM, I THINK
I FOUND ME.
MA'AM, CAN I HELP YOU?
UM, YES, I LOOK
LIKE THE, UM...
THE "OLDER"--
[SPEAKERPHONE BEEPS ON]
...I LOOK LIKE THE "OLDER"
PICTURE ON THE MILK CARTON.
ARE YOU SAYING YOU THINK
YOU'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED?
UH... NO.
I... I DON'T KNOW.
ARE YOU FROM THE SAME AREA
AS THE CHILD IN THE PICTURE?
WELL, I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO GO
TO CALIFORNIA,
DOES THAT COUNT?
MA'AM, IS THIS
A SERIOUS INQUIRY,
OR ARE YOU
WASTING MY TIME?
NO, YES, I... AHEM.
I'M SORRY.
KEEP GOING.
HAVE YOU EVER SEEN
YOUR BIRTH CERTIFICATE?
NO.
HAVE YOU EVER MET
YOUR GRANDPARENTS?
NO.
WHY NOT?
UM, BECAUSE THEY ALL DIED
WHEN I WAS YOUNG.
ALL OF THEM?
YES.
DO YOU KNOW
HOW OLD YOU WERE
BY THE TIME
THEY'D DIED?
UH, ALMOST FOUR, I THINK?
HAVE YOU VISITED
THEIR GRAVES?
[BECOMING DISCONCERTED]: NO...
HAS IT EVER
OCCURRED TO YOU
HOW UNUSUAL IT IS
TO HAVE LOST ALL OF
YOUR GRANDPARENTS
BY THAT AGE?
UM... NOT REALLY. NO.
MA'AM...
IS THERE ANY WAY
YOU CAN VERIFY
THEIR DEATHS?
[SPEAKERPHONE BEEPS OFF]
[STAMMERING, CONFUSED]
I... I...
I COULD ASK.
I'LL ASK MY PARENTS.
I'D LIKE TO TAKE DOWN
YOUR NAME.
WELL-- WELL, WHY?
IF I COULD HAVE YOUR NAME,
ADDRESS, AND PHONE NUMBER,
PLEASE?
[PHONE BEEPS OFF]
[♪♪]
YOU FREAKED OUT!
IT'S NOT FUNNY.
WE WASTED
THAT POOR LADY'S TIME.
HEY, EL...
I'M GOING TO BED.
WHAT A BUZZ-KILL.
[DISHES CLATTERING]
COME ON, EL. IT WAS A JOKE.
[ELSA GROANS SOFTLY]
I HAVE TO GO, BABY.
I'M LATE FOR BRUNCH.
LOOK AT THIS--
CHEAP GOLF BALLS.
OF COURSE
THEY'RE CHEAP.
THE GUYS WHO PLAY
WITH GOOD ONES NEVER LOSE THEM.
[CHUCKLING]
HOW DID MY GRANDPARENTS DIE?
WHAT KIND OF A QUESTION'S THAT
FOR A WEEKEND MORNING?
I WAS JUST CURIOUS.
YOU KNOW, BECAUSE
I NEVER MET THEM...
ANY OF THEM.
ALL RIGHT.
WELL, IF YOU MUST KNOW,
IT WAS A STROKE,
HEART ATTACK...
HEART ATTACK,
AND EMPHYSEMA.
NANA SMOKED
TWO PACKS A DAY
UNTIL SHE DIED.
WHERE DID THEY DIE?
IN A HOSPITAL.
[LAUGHS]: I MEAN
WHAT STATE, CITY?
WHAT, YOU THINK
WE MURDERED THEM
OR SOMETHING?
I MEAN, GRANTED,
THERE HAVE BEEN MOMENTS
I WANTED TO DRIVE AN ICE-PICK
INTO YOUR NANA'S BRAIN--
OKAY, THAT'S ENOUGH.
[LAUGHTER]
OKAY, COULD YOU SLICE
THE BAGELS FOR ME?
THANK YOU SO MUCH.
SORRY.
CAN I SEE
MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE?
WHAT?
I WAS JUST WONDERING
IF YOU HAD IT...
IF I COULD SEE IT.
ELSA, WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?
OKAY.
I KNOW
THIS IS TOTALLY SILLY...
LET'S SEE.
OH, BOY.
[TAKES A SHAKY BREATH]
WE HAVE TO HAVE A TALK, ELSA.
DAVID...
[DAVID]: NO, LET ME
HANDLE THIS.
WE'VE KNOWN
THIS MOMENT WAS COMING
FOR A LONG TIME NOW.
ELSA...
YOU WERE KIDNAPPED.
[STARTS TO LAUGH]
DAD! THAT'S NOT
EVEN FUNNY!
YOU ARE A CRUEL MAN,
DAVID CARTER!
CRUEL?
COME ON, WE LOVE THIS GIRL
FOR 22 YEARS,
AND SHE GIVES US
THE THIRD-DEGREE
LIKE WE'RE A BUNCH
OF CRIMINALS.
I KNOW, OKAY?
I-I-I JUST...
IT WAS WEIRD,
BECAUSE WHEN WE CALLED IN...
CALLED IN?
WE CALLED IN. THE...
...MILK CARTON PEOPLE.
ELSA, W--
I KNOW,
I KNOW IT WAS STUPID,
BUT WE CALLED IT IN
AS A JOKE AND...
WHAT ON EARTH
WERE YOU THINKING?
THESE PEOPLE HAVE
A HARD ENOUGH JOB TO--
DID YOU TELL THEM ANYTHING?
NO! NOTHING.
I MEAN, I DIDN'T GIVE THEM
MY NAME OR ANYTHING.
JUST PROMISE ME
YOU'RE NOT GOING TO
CALL THEM AGAIN.
I PROMISE.
DAD... I DO.
OKAY.
THIS POOR GIRL.
CAN WE AT LEAST
CHECK IT OUT?
[PAPERS RUSTLING]
DAD...
DO WE HAVE TO?
PLEASE?
[♪♪]
[ELSA]: "FROM WHITE ROCK,
CALIFORNIA.
LAST SEEN OUTSIDE HER HOME
WEARING A SUNDRESS."
HUH. "SOPHIE HAS
"A STRAWBERRY-SHAPED
BIRTHMARK
ON HER RIGHT SHOULDER."
MY BABY DOESN'T HAVE
A BIRTHMARK AT ALL,
DOES SHE? HMM?
NOPE.
LOOK...
[PULLS OPEN DRAWER]
YOUR BIRTH CERTIFICATE.
AND ALL OF OUR NAMES
ARE ON IT.
OKAY?
PRETTY STUPID, HUH?
YES... AHEM.
AND NO.
THANKS, DAD.
SURE.
[♪♪]
[VOICES RISING, INDISTINCT]
[DAVID]: JUST
A COUPLE OF MONTHS--
[ANNA]: YOU SAID
WE WERE NOT--
NO! WE'RE NOT
GOING TO--
YES!
CHRIS? WHAT ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT?
I KNOW YOU THINK
I'M PARANOID--
NO, YOU KNOW WHAT?
I HAVE TO GO TO WORK.
NO!
[♪♪]
OKAY. THE DOCTOR WILL BE
WITH YOU IN A MINUTE.
HAVE A SEAT.
UH, DR. PATEL?
CAN I ASK YOU SOMETHING?
FOR YOU?
ANYTHING, MISS NEW GRADUATE.
UM...
THIS KIND OF THING...
THAT'S, LIKE, FROM A VACCINE
OR SOMETHING, RIGHT?
WELL, VACCINES ARE USUALLY DONE
LOWER ON THE SHOULDER, BUT...
I MEAN, DID YOU EVER
HAVE STITCHES, OR...
IT COULD BE A BUG BITE,
OR AN ACNE SCAR.
COULD BE ANYTHING,
REALLY.
NICE SHOULDER, BY THE WAY.
WHAT IF EVERYTHING
YOU'VE ALWAYS KNOWN TO BE TRUE
MIGHT NOT BE?
I'D PROBABLY WIG OUT.
EXACTLY.
OH, CLOSE THE DOOR
ALL THE WAY, OKAY?
YOU WITH THE DOOR.
HEY, DO NOT GET ME STARTED
ON ALL YOUR QUIRKS, OKAY,
MR. SALT-AND-PEPPER-SHAKERS
ALL-LINED-UP.
YEAH, BUT THAT
MAKES SENSE.
THIS IS NOTHING.
RIGHT?
IT'S A LITTLE FREAKY.
SOMEBODY CALLED YESTERDAY,
FROM THE MISSING KIDS' PLACE.
WHAT?
YEAH, THEY WERE
ASKING QUESTIONS.
WANTED TO KNOW YOUR NAME,
YOUR PHONE NUMBER.
THEY'RE GOING TO CALL AGAIN.
YOU GOT TO
DEAL WITH THIS.
OH, GOD...
WHY DON'T YOU JUST
HAVE YOUR PARENTS
TALK TO THESE PEOPLE?
NO, I COULDN'T.
WELL, THEN FIND OUT FOR SURE
YOURSELF.
DO A DNA TEST
OR SOMETHING.
CHRIS, THEY'RE MY PARENTS!
THIS IS RIDICULOUS.
RIGHT?
LOOK ME IN THE EYE.
DO YOU HAVE ANY DOUBT?
JUST TALK
TO YOUR DAD.
AND, BESIDES...
I'M GOING TO NEED
TO KNOW YOUR LINEAGE
IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE
MY WIFE SOMEDAY.
OH, HO! DID SOMEBODY
JUST SAY "WIFE SOMEDAY"?
YEAH, MAYBE SOMEBODY DID.
MM...
MAYBE SOMEBODY
LIKED HEARING IT.
YEAH?
[CHUCKLES]:
COME HERE, YOU.
I CANNOT BELIEVE
WHAT YOU ARE GETTING US INTO.
CHRIS SAID
ALL I HAVE TO DO
IS SHOW THEM
MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE, AND--
YOUR BIRTH CERTIFICATE?
YEAH, IT'LL ONLY
TAKE A SECOND,
AND CHRIS SAYS--
CHRIS! CHRIS DOES NOT TELL ME
WHAT I DO
AND WHAT
I DO NOT DO!
WELL, ARE YOU
GOING TO GIVE IT TO ME?
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
NO.
NOW, YOU CAN GO.
CHRIS MAY HAVE TIME
FOR THIS NONSENSE,
BUT I DON'T.
I HAVE WORK TO DO.
[SCOFFS]
[♪♪]
[CRACKING]
IZ, ONE MORE TIME
WITH MY CDs--
SORRY, EL.
[SIGHS]
I HATE IT
WHEN YOU AND DAD FIGHT.
MAKES ME THINK
YOU'LL MOVE AWAY.
HEY...
YOU CAN'T GET RID OF ME
THAT EASILY.
CROSS YOUR HEART?
...HOPE TO CROAK--
AND MAY MY iPOD...
...NEVER BE BROKE.
NOW, PICK UP MY CDs!
[♪♪]
HEY. WHATCHA DOING?
UH, JUST BORROWING A SCRUNCHIE?
OKAY. OH, AND YOU
FOUND ONE. GOOD.
I GOT TO GO.
GOT TO GO TO WORK.
[PEOPLE CHATTING NEARBY,
INDISTINCT]
[VOICE OVER P.A.]:
DR. DOBSON TO RADIOLOGY.
DR. DOBSON TO RADIOLOGY.
[KNOCKING]
ANYONE WANT
TO DO ME A FAVOR?
I THOUGHT
YOU'D NEVER ASK!
DO YOU KNOW ANYONE
WHO COULD TELL ME
IF THIS PERSON
IS RELATED TO THESE TWO PEOPLE?
THE LAB WE USE
COULD DO A DNA TEST.
WHAT IS THIS?
PATERNITY SUIT?
[LAUGHS]: NO. NO BABY.
JUST A FRIEND'S
BIOLOGY PROJECT.
FRIEND, HUH?
HOW ACCURATE IS THE TEST?
THE ONE-DAY TEST
WILL PROVE
WITH 100% EXCLUSION
IF THE PEOPLE
ARE NOT RELATED,
AND 99% IF THEY ARE.
UH, GREAT!
AND WHEN CAN I GET THE RESULTS?
WELL, USUALLY
IT WOULD TAKE 24 HOURS,
BUT I COULD PUT IT IN
WITH TONIGHT'S LAB RUN,
SO, IF YOU CHECK
WITH ME
BEFORE YOU LEAVE
IN THE MORNING...
MAYBE IT'LL BE READY.
THANK YOU.
YOU OWE ME ONE!
ABSOLUTELY.
[SIGHS]
"YOU OWE ME ONE"?
[TICKING]
[SIGHS]
[SIGHS WEARILY]
[KNOCKING]
HEY.
DID YOU GET THOSE RESULTS?
WELL, THAT DEPENDS.
ON WHAT?
ON WHETHER YOU GO OUT
FOR COFFEE WITH ME.
[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]
[EXHALES UNCOMFORTABLY]
DR. PATEL...
RIGHT.
I'M REALLY BUSY
THIS WEEK, TOO.
UM...
[PAPERS RUSTLING]
THESE TWO... UH, THEY ARE NOT
THE BIOLOGICAL PARENTS
OF THIS INDIVIDUAL.
WHAT?
YEAH, THEY'RE NOT RELATED
IN ANY WAY.
[EXHALES]: UH...
AND YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY SURE?
YEAH. 100%.
[GASPS]
ARE YOU OKAY?
[♪♪]
[BUTTONS BEEPING]
[BUSY SIGNAL]
HEY! SORRY, BUT
YOU'RE NOT A RESIDENT.
MY BOYFRIEND, CHRIS MAYFIELD,
HE'S IN 203.
I JUST NEED TO--
OHH... YOU'RE THE ONES
MAKING ALL THAT RACKET
THE OTHER NIGHT.
YEAH. SORRY ABOUT THAT.
LOOK, I KNOW HE'S HOME,
HE'S PROBABLY JUST
IN THE SHOWER OR SOMETHING,
AND CAN'T HEAR THE BUZZER.
OKAY, BUT
JUST THIS ONCE.
THANKS.
[MAN GRUNTS]
CHRIS?
YOU LEFT THE DOOR OPEN.
CHRIS, WAKE UP.
[FAUCET RUNNING]
CHRIS? MY DAD LIED.
THEY'RE NOT REALLY MY--
[SHRIEKS]
[BEGINS SOBBING]:
OH, MY GOD! OH...
[GASPING AND SOBBING]:
OH, OH...
[QUIET GRUNT]
OH... I'M HERE.
OH, MY GOD.
YOUR FATHER...
WHAT?
[STAMMERING, GASPING]
WHAT?
YOUR FATHER... WANTS...
[GASPING]
WHAT?
[CRYING]
[GLASS SHATTERING]
[KNIFE BLADE SCRAPING]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[ELSA GASPING AND SOBBING]
HEY!
I'M SORRY,
I'M SO SORRY!
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
HELLO?
[DAVID]:
MORNING, KIDDO.
HOW WAS WORK?
[CONCERNED]:
ELSA?
[WEEPING UNCONTROLLABLY]:
OH, MY GOD... OH, MY GOD...
ELSA, WHAT'S WRONG?
EL, WHAT IS IT?
CHRIS IS DEAD!
WHAT?
WHAT HAPPENED?
WHERE ARE YOU?
YOU LIED TO ME!
YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!
ELSA? EL,
WE HAVE TO TALK.
I'M CALLING 911.
NO, DON'T. DON'T
TALK TO THE POLICE.
IF YOU DO,
YOU'LL END UP DEAD.
ISABEL WILL END UP
DEAD, I PROMISE.
WHAT?
LOOK, YOU WILL BOTH
BE KILLED.
NOW, MEET ME
AT THE DUSK MOTEL
IN TWO HOURS.
11:00, EL.
IF YOU DON'T DO IT--
[ENDS CALL]
LOOKS LIKE
YOU'RE HAVING A BAD DAY.
[GASPS]
WOW...
REALLY BAD.
I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING,
I SWEAR!
HEY! I BELIEVE YOU.
I DO...
SOPHIE.
WHO ARE YOU?
I'M AGENT JAKE FARBER,
D.E.A.
ALL RIGHT?
ALL RIGHT, I GOT
CHRIS'S NUMBER
OFF THE HOTLINE.
I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU
ALL MORNING.
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?
[SIRENS WAILING ON APPROACH]
YOUR FATHER...
JERRY FONTAINE.
THAT'S HIS REAL NAME.
ALL RIGHT?
YOU DIDN'T TOUCH ANYTHING
IN THERE, DID YOU?
I-- I ONLY--
LOOK, I'M NOT ASKING
WHAT HAPPENED, ALL RIGHT?
BUT YOU GOT BLOOD
ALL OVER YOUR HANDS,
YOU GOT FINGERPRINTS
ALL OVER THE APARTMENT--
YOUR ONLY CHOICE
IS GOING TO BE
EITHER GOING TO JAIL,
OR COMING WITH ME.
ALL RIGHT? LET'S GO.
[SIRENS DRAWING NEARER]
GET IN.
KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN.
[DINERS CHATTING QUIETLY]
AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE TOLD YOU,
WHY NOT JUST
TAKE ME IN NOW?
LET THE POLICE DECIDE?
BECAUSE I KNOW
YOU DIDN'T KILL HIM.
HOW DO YOU KNOW?
COME ON,
DO YOU REALLY THINK
I'D BE SITTING HERE
WITH YOU
IF I THOUGHT YOU HAD?
YOU FORCED
DAVID CARTER'S HAND
WHEN YOU RESPONDED
TO OUR "DO YOU
KNOW ME?" AD.
YOUR AD?
YEAH, THE D.E.A.
PUT IT OUT THERE.
BUT WHY WOULD
MY DAD KILL CHRIS?
WAS HE CURIOUS?
WAS HE ASKING
A LOT OF QUESTIONS?
THAT'S ALL IT TAKES.
COULD'VE BLOWN
HIS COVER.
I WANT YOU TO TAKE ME
TO JERRY FONTAINE--
"DAVID CARTER."
BUT HE'S
THE PRIME SUSPECT
IN A CASE THAT WE'VE
BEEN TRYING TO CRACK
FOR ALMOST 20 YEARS.
A CASE THAT INVOLVES
A LOT OF MONEY
THAT DOESN'T BELONG TO HIM.
I CAN'T GO TO THE POLICE.
HE SAID THAT IF I DO,
I'LL END UP DEAD,
ISABEL WILL END UP DEAD.
WELL, THAT'S ASSUMING
SHE'S STILL ALIVE.
OR WE CAN JUST CUT STRAIGHT
TO THE EMOTIONAL BLACKMAIL.
WHO DO YOU CARE MOST ABOUT?
YOUR SO-CALLED "DAD",
DAVID CARTER,
OR LITTLE ISABEL
IN THE HANDS OF A GUY
THAT YOU AND I
ARE BOTH PRETTY SURE
MURDERED
YOUR BOYFRIEND?
SHIFT THAT PRETTY
LITTLE BRAIN OF YOURS
INTO GEAR
AND GIVE IT SOME THOUGHT.
I'M SUPPOSED TO MEET HIM
AT 11:00...
AT A MOTEL WE ALWAYS GO TO,
THE DUSK MOTEL.
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]:
ROGER, DISPATCH.
THE OTHER DRIVER
IS IN CRITICAL CONDITION.
WHAT'S THE STATUS ON
THE EMERGENCY PERSONNEL? OVER.
[POLICE EXCHANGE CONTINUES]
WHAT KIND OF PLACE
IS THIS?
[ELSA]: WE USED TO
CALL IT OUR "SUMMER SECRET."
ALWAYS A VACANCY.
CALL HIM.
SEE IF HE'S STILL THERE.
WENT STRAIGHT
TO VOICEMAIL.
CALL HIS MOTEL.
HERE.
[SIGHS]
DUSK MOTEL.
YEAH. HI.
THIS IS AGENT JAKE FARBER.
HAS A DAVID CARTER CHECKED IN?
[SIGHS]
YOUR OLD MAN
ALREADY CHECKED OUT.
SHE SAID HE SEEMED
REALLY NERVOUS.
HE DIDN'T WAIT FOR ME?
WHERE ELSE WOULD HE HAVE GONE?
THINK!
I DON'T KNOW,
I DON'T KNOW!
BULL.
COME ON, THINK!
I DON'T KNOW.
I DON'T KNOW WHERE
THEY COULD HAVE GONE.
MAYBE I SHOULD JUST
TURN YOU OVER TO
THE COPS UP THERE, HUH?
DO YOU REMEMBER
WHAT DAVID CARTER SAID
HE'D DO TO ISABEL
IF YOU GOT A HOLD
OF THE POLICE?
YOU SHOULD BELIEVE HIM.
[SNIFFLES]
OCEAN SHORE.
WHAT'S IN OCEAN SHORE?
FRIEND OF MY DAD'S
HAS A SORT OF CABIN THERE.
FIND IT.
[STARTS TO OPEN DOOR]
PUT YOUR SEATBELT ON.
[SHUTS DOOR]
I HAVE TO PEE.
HOLD IT.
NICE.
LOOK, WE EITHER STOP,
OR I'M PISSING
IN YOUR CAR.
IT'S YOUR CHOICE.
OKAY, OKAY, OKAY.
I'M COMING WITH YOU.
SUIT YOURSELF.
BATHROOM?
[SNAPS]: WHAT,
ARE YOU GOING TO WATCH?
OKAY, OKAY.
MAKE IT QUICK.
[SIGHS ANXIOUSLY]
HEY! HURRY UP IN THERE.
I'M GOING AS FAST AS I CAN!
WHAT?
ELSA?
ELSA!
[CRASHING]
DAMMIT.
DAMMIT!
[RUSTLING]
[groans]
[TV METEOROLOGIST]:
FORECAST--
SHOWERS, HEAVY AT TIMES,
WITH OCCASIONAL THUNDER STORMSTODAY,
AND A HIGH OF 89 DEGREES...
CALIFORNIA IT IS.
[NEWS REPORTER]:
...
IN A DOWNTOWN LOFT,
WHERE ELSA CARTER
WAS LAST SPOTTED
FLEEING THE SCENE,
HER HANDS COVERED IN BLOOD.
NOW, THE VICTIM HERE
WAS CHRIS MAYFIELD,
SON OF PUBLISHING MAGNATE
FRANZ MAYFIELD.
THE POLICE SUSPECT
THAT DAVID CARTER,
ELSA'S FATHER,
MIGHT BE MEETING UP
WITH HIS DAUGHTER TO HELP HER.
THE NEIGHBORS CONFIRMED THAT,
BEFORE THE POLICE ARRIVED,
THEY SAW DAVID CARTER
PULL THE YOUNGER SISTER
INTO THE CAR
AND SPEED AWAY.
OH, MY GOD, IZ...
THE POLICE ALSO SAID
THAT DAVID CARTER ACCESSED
A SAFETY DEPOSIT BOX
AT A TUKWILA BANK
BEFORE HE FLED.
WELL, THE ASSUMPTION
HERE IS THAT,
HE'S GETTING THE MONEY
TO HELP HIS DAUGHTER
ELUDE JUSTICE.
ELSA CARTER
AND HER RICH BOYFRIEND...
A PRINCE-AND-THE-PAUPER
FAIRY-TALE
THAT ENDED
IN A BRUTAL MURDER.
[♪♪]
[P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT]:
THE 11:00 P.M. BUS
TO WHITE ROCK, CARLSBAD,
ENCINITAS, AND SAN DIEGO
IS NOW BOARDING.
[♪♪]
[FLIPS PHONE SHUT]
SCREW THE OTHER CASE.
YOU'RE DOWN THERE.
I'M NOT GOING
AFTER HER ALONE.
WE HAD AN AGREEMENT.
LASHLEY... LASHLEY!
THIS IS THE BREAK
WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR, MAN,
SINCE TIJUANA.
MEET ME
IN SAN DIEGO.
CALL ME WHEN
YOU'RE CLOSE.
[DIAL TONE]
THE LITTLE SNOT.
[♪♪]
ELSA?
I'M ALEC ROOKER.
DAVID CARTER SENT ME.
[HORN HONKS]
[♪♪]
[TRAIN BELL DINGS]
[♪♪]
IZ, WHERE ARE YOU?
CHRIS...
[SNIFFLES]
[CRYING]
[♪♪]
LOOK, ROOKER,
WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?
YOU GOT THERE
TOO LATE?
YEAH, I MISSED HER.
DAMMIT. THEN YOU GOTTA GO
TO SAN FRANCISCO.
I GOT THE ADDRESS
AND THE ARTICLE YOU FAXED ME.
SHE'S GOING TO
TRY TO FIND JOE.
YOU'D BETTER
GET TO HER FIRST.
UH-HUH.
GOING THERE NEXT.
[WAVES LAPPING SHORE]
OH, MY GOD.
IS THAT A ROSETTA?
[♪♪]
[PHONE LINE RINGING]
[RECEPTIONIST]:
WELCOME TO ROSETTA.
MAY THE LIGHT
ENGULF YOU.
HI, UH, SAME TO YOU.
UM, I WAS WONDERING
IF YOU, UM, KNEW,
OR IF YOU KNEW ANYONE
NAMED MARSARETTI?
MARSARETTI?
DO YOU MEAN TINA?
YES! UH, TINA MARSARETTI.
SHE'S TINA BASILE NOW.
SHE TOOK BACK
HER MAIDEN NAME
AFTER THE DIVORCE.
TINA WAS ONE
WE COULDN'T HEAL.
D-DID SHE DIE?
NO, NO, NO.
SHE JUST NEVER
FOUND THE LIGHT.
AH... THANKS.
ANY IDEA
WHERE I COULD FIND HER?
LAST I HEARD,
SHE MOVED NORTH OF HERE,
TO GILROY.
THANKS.
[DIALS]
[OPERATOR]:
CITY AND STATE, PLEASE.
GILROY, CALIFORNIA.
TINA BASILE.
THE NUMBER IS...
932-555-6217.
[HANGS UP]
[EXHALES NERVOUSLY]
[DIALING]
[LINE RINGING]
[ANSWERING MACHINE]:
HI. IT'S TINA.
I'M NOT HOME,
BUT YOU CAN LEAVE A MESSAGE
AND I'LL CALL YOU BACK.
[SLAMS RECEIVER DOWN]
SO WHAT'S HER NEXT MOVE?
MOMMY OR DADDY?
WHAT DO YOU GOT?
JOE MARSARETTI'S INFO.
THIS IS A MAN THAT
DID NOT WANT TO BE FOUND.
HIDDEN UNDER A SLEW OF ALIASES.
HE'S JOE DRESCOTT NOW.
CHIEF OF STAFF
FOR THE KENTOR-SENATOR CAMPAIGN
IN SAN FRAN.
[SCOFFS IN DISBELIEF]
JOE MARSARETTI.
FROM DRUG TRAFFICKING
TO POLITICS, HUH?
[CHUCKLES]
I BET THE FUTURE SENATOR
WOULDN'T BE TOO HAPPY
IF HE FOUND OUT ABOUT
HIS CHIEF OF STAFF'S PAST.
WHY DON'T WE TIP OFF THE PRESS?
CONSIDER IT DONE.
THAT'LL MAKE HIM SWEAT.
SO WE CAN GO AFTER JOE,
EVEN WITH ALL OF THE ALIASES?
DADDY IT IS.
[♪♪]
[TINA, SLURRING]:
THE DOOR'S OPEN.
I'M SO TIRED,
FRANK...
UH... IT'S NOT FRANK.
UM...
[TREMBLING]
I'M SOPHIE.
[GASPS AND GRUNTS]
SOPHIE...
[TINA SOBBING]
[STARTS SOBBING]
[SNIFFLES]
I DON'T HAVE MUCH
IN THE WAY OF BREAKFAST.
[LAUGHS]
[LIGHTLY SOBBING]
[TAKES A DEEP BREATH]
HERE...
[TINA RIFLES
THROUGH CUPBOARDS]
SORRY...
UH, NO, NO.
NO, IT'S GREAT.
I DON'T EAT MUCH
MYSELF.
DO YOU MIND IF I...
I JUST...
[LIGHTER CLICKING]
[SETS PARAPHERNALIA DOWN]
[LETS OUT A BREATH]
YOU WERE RAISED NICE.
HMM?
HMM?
YEAH.
YEAH, I WAS.
YOU WOULD'VE BEEN
ALL I HAD...
AFTER YOUR BROTHERS
WERE GONE.
MY BROTHERS?
NICK...
NICK--
[VOICE BREAKS]: ...AND...
...LUKE.
[STARTS SOBBING]
WHAT HAPPENED?
JOE HAPPENED...
THIS HAPPENED...
TOOK 'EM BOTH.
DEAD AND IN JAIL.
BOTH GONE.
[SNIFFLES]
THIS... THIS IS, UM...
THIS IS...
[SNIFFLING]
UM...
THIS IS JOE.
YOUR FATHER.
SEE?
AND OUR CREW,
JERRY AND ANGELA FONTAINE.
JERRY WAS JOE'S PARTNER.
SOME DAMN PARTNER...
[LAUGHS BITTERLY]
DID THEY RAISE YOU?
YEAH.
WHY DID THEY TAKE ME?
PLEASE?
I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED
ALL THOSE YEARS AGO.
OH, GOD, I NEED
TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED
ALL THOSE YEARS AGO.
YOU WERE THERE.
YOUR FATHER WAS THERE.
[SNIFFLING]
WHY DID THE FONTAINES
TAKE ME?
YOUR FATHER KNOWS.
WHICH FATHER?
YEAH, THAT'S A GOOD QUESTION.
WHICH ONE OF THOSE...
HAS THE RIGHT TO CALL HIMSELF--
YOU KNOW, HE TRIES...
HE TRIES TO BUY ME.
HE THINKS HE'S GOD
BECAUSE HE HAS ALL THIS MONEY...
THAT YOU'RE LOOKING AT.
I KNOW IT'S BLOOD MONEY,
SO I DON'T TAKE IT.
I WON'T... TAKE IT.
WHO?
SHH!
SHH.
EVERYONE'S LISTENING
TO EVERYTHING WE SAY,
WATCHING US...
DAY AND NIGHT.
MM-MM.
I WON'T.
[GIGGLES DELIRIOUSLY]
SOMEBODY THAT I LOVE...
IS IN TROUBLE.
AND, TO FIND HER,
YOU HAVE TO TELL ME
WHAT HAPPENED--
[RECOILS AND GASPS]
TELL ME
ABOUT THE FONTAINES.
[CRIES OUT HYSTERICALLY]:
THE EGGS ARE CRACKING! LOOK!
LOOK OVER THERE.
THERE, THERE!
THERE, AND OVER THERE!
RIGHT OVER THERE.
IS THIS THE SAME JOE?
IS HE MY FATHER?
DON'T-- DON'T TOUCH THAT!
DON'T TOUCH THAT!
THAT IS BLOOD MONEY!
THAT IS
THE DEVIL'S MONEY!
[GASPS IN HORROR]
HE'S LISTENING!
OH, MY GOD!
OH...
OH, MY GOD!
HE'S HERE...
[PANICKED]: HE'S HERE...
[SOBS SOFTLY]
[♪♪]
[TERRIFIED]:
GET OUT. GET OUT.
GET OUT!
[CRYING]: GET OUT!
[KEYS JINGLING]
GET OUT!
[SHRIEKING]
[WAILING]: STOP!
STOP!
IF YOU TOUCH
ANYTHING,
HE'LL GET YOU!
[SHRIEKS]: HE'LL GET YOU!
HE'LL KILL YOU!
STOP! HE'LL KILL YOU!
[TINA SHRIEKING WILDLY]
[TIRES SQUEALING]
[SIGHS WEARILY]
I'M LOOKING
FOR JOE DRESCOTT.
MR. DRESCOTT
ISN'T HERE TODAY.
CAN YOU TELL ME
WHERE I CAN FIND HIM?
[KEYS CLACKING]
BEFORE YOU BLOW ME OFF,
I THINK IT'S ONLY FAIR
I TELL YOU
THAT I'M FAMILY,
THAT I'VE RECENTLY GRADUATED,
AND THAT AN ENTRY-LEVEL POSITION
AT A COMPANY LIKE THIS...
...SAY AS A RECEPTIONIST
LIKE YOURSELF...
MIGHT BE IDEAL.
UH, VACANCIES
PERMITTING,
OF COURSE.
[♪♪]
[YELPS]
DON'T RUN AWAY.
I'M HERE TO HELP,
BUT I'LL HURT YOU
IF I HAVE TO.
GET OFF OF ME!
HEY, MAN!
[♪♪]
[REPORTER]:
MR. KENTOR!
A COUPLE
OF QUICK QUESTIONS--
[REPORTERS CLAMORING]
[♪♪]
[REPORTER #2]: WILL YOU STAY ON
IN LIGHT OF THESE CHARGES?
[CLAMORING CONTINUES]
[REPORTER #3]:
THESE ALLEGATIONS...
[REPORTER #4]: A COUPLE
OF QUESTIONS, SIR.
MR. KENTOR-- A COUPLE
OF QUESTIONS, PLEASE?
ABOUT A MEMBER
OF YOUR STAFF.
SIR?
ARE YOU AWARE THAT
MR. DRESCOTT BOUGHT FAVORS
FROM LAW ENFORCEMENT
OFFICIALS IN MEXICO
TO GET OFF DRUG CHARGES?
THOSE ACCUSATIONS
ARE COMPLETELY GROUNDLESS,
AND I'LL HAVE
A STATEMENT TOMORROW.
SIR!
[SENATOR]: COME NOVEMBER,
I'LL BE STEERING
THIS GREAT STATE OF OURS
INTO A NEW ERA OF PROSPERITY.
IN THE MEANTIME,
I'VE GOT TO GET UPSTAIRS
TO THE BANQUET
TO BORE THE PEOPLE
WHO FORKED OVER $2,000 A PLATE
FOR A PIECE OF FISH.
NOW, THAT'S A GENUINE SCANDAL.
THANK YOU.
[ELSA]: JOE!
JOE!
JOE!
IT'S ME... SOPHIE.
SOPHIE.
I NEED TO TALK TO YOU.
COME UP TO THE BANQUET
WITH US.
IT'S ALL RIGHT.
MR. DRESCOTT!
SORRY, GUYS,
SHE'S PART OF THE CAMPAIGN.
I'LL BE UP
IN ONE SECOND.
YOU CAN'T BE HERE. WHAT?
YOU HAVE TO GO NOW.
NICE TO MEET YOU
TOO, DAD.
HOW DID YOU FIND ME?
DID JERRY SEND YOU?
NO.
THEN HOW DID YOU
FIND ME?
LOOK, I FOUND YOU,
OKAY?
MY DAD... HE TOOK
MY SISTER, ISABEL.
SHE'S IN TROUBLE.
I NEED YOUR HELP.
I CAN'T HELP YOU.
I'M SURE YOU KNOW
MORE THAN I DO.
THE D.E.A. PUT IT OUT.
THE D.E.A.?
A GUY CALLED FARBER.
AGENT JAKE FARBER?
I'M WANTED FOR A MURDER
IN SEATTLE.
MY BOYFRIEND.
CHRIS MAYFIELD.
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?
I NEED YOUR HELP
TO FIND MY SISTER.
I CAN'T GO TO THE POLICE.
I HAVE NOWHERE ELSE TO TURN.
I CAN'T GET
INVOLVED IN THIS.
I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF
THE BIGGEST THING THAT--
I'VE BEEN OUT OF YOUR LIFE
FOR 19 YEARS,
AND AS FAR AS I KNOW,
YOU NEVER CAME LOOKING.
IF THAT'S HOW
YOU WANT IT, FINE.
I'VE MET SOME GREAT REPORTERS
WHO WOULD TAKE ME IN.
MAYBE WHILE I'M WITH THEM,
I COULD TELL THEM
ALL ABOUT MY AMAZING DAD.
OKAY.
BUT ONLY ONE NIGHT.
AND YOU HAVE TO LAY LOW,
STAY OFF THE PRESS'S RADAR.
HERE'S MY ADDRESS.
I'LL BE THERE
IN A COUPLE OF HOURS.
I CAN'T GO OUTSIDE.
THERE'S A GUY
FOLLOWING ME.
I'LL CALL DOWN TO OUR DRIVER.
MEET HIM IN THE VIP GARAGE.
REMEMBER... ONE NIGHT.
[♪♪]
"I'D LIKE TO THANK ALL OF YOU
FOR COMING THIS EVENING..."
WHY NOW?
WHO'S PUTTING THEM UP TO THIS?
IT'S OKAY, DONALD.
IT'S NOTHING.
NOTHING IS "NOTHING" TO THEM
RIGHT NOW.
LET ME TELL YOU
SOMETHING.
THEY'RE GOING TO LOOK
UNDER EVERY ROCK
AND TRY TO FIND A WAY
TO SCREW ME.
DONALD,
THEY WON'T FIND ANYTHING.
YOU GOING TO TELL ME
WHO THAT WAS?
SHE AND I, WE, UM--
LAST YEAR,
SHE WAS THE "DISTRACTION"
I TOLD YOU ABOUT.
SHE DIDN'T EVEN LOOK
OLD ENOUGH
TO VOTE
THIS
YEAR.
[EMCEE]:
AND NOW, THE MAN
WHO THIS GREAT STATE
HAS BEEN WAITING FOR...
ANYTHING THAT
ATTRACTS ATTENTION TO US
IS A PROBLEM.
I DON'T CARE WHO SHE IS.
I WANT HER GONE
BY TONIGHT.
[EMCEE]:
...DONALD KENTOR!
[CROWD APPLAUDING]
AHH, VERY SEXY!
NICE HAIR.
THANKS.
IT'S ALL, UH,
VERY IMPRESSIVE, HUH?
BUT, UH, LIKE MY MOM
USED TO SAY,
WHERE THERE'S MONEY,
THERE'S BLOOD.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
LOOK, JOE STARTED
HIS CAREER OFF
BY SMUGGLING DOPE IN
FROM MEXICO.
THE PUBLIC'S JUST NOW
FINDING OUT ABOUT IT.
ALL RIGHT? SO YOU NEED
TO COME WITH ME.
BECAUSE NOTHING GOOD'S GOING TO
COME OUT OF HANGING WITH DADDY.
IT'S YOU OR DADDY,
AND THE LAST I SAW YOU,
YOU WERE GOING TO DUMP ME
WITH THE COPS
AND I WAS GOING TO SPEND
ABOUT A LIFETIME IN JAIL.
SO, NO OFFENSE,
BUT I THINK JOE
IS MY BEST SHOT
FOR FINDING ISABEL
AT THE MOMENT.
DON'T BE STUPID!
ALL RIGHT?
NOW, HE'S NOT
GOING TO HELP YOU.
ONLY I CAN DO THAT,
BUT I NEED YOU
TO WORK WITH ME.
I ALREADY TOLD YOU,
I DON'T KNOW
WHERE THEY ARE.
AND YOU'RE HURTING ME!
WELL.
[DRIVER]: ARE YOU SOPHIE?
EVERYTHING OKAY?
JUST... DANDY.
YOU'VE GOT TILL TOMORROW.
ALL RIGHT?
SO PUT YOUR
THINKING CAP ON.
I'M DOING YOU
A FAVOR.
ALL RIGHT?
CALL ME.
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
LEAVE ME ALONE! STOP IT! NO!
SOPHIE?
SOPHIE?
HIS PROTECTION?
YEAH, RIGHT.
[SIGHS]
[♪♪]
[LOUD BANG]
YOU'VE GOT TO--
LEAVE.
YEAH, I KNOW,
YOU MADE THAT
PERFECTLY CLEAR YESTERDAY.
YOU SHOULD GET DRESSED.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
I'LL BE RIGHT BACK.
[EXHALES HEAVILY]
[SIGHS]
[KENTOR]:
YOU IDIOT!
THE FEDS WANT THIS GIRL
FOR KILLING
HER DAMN BOYFRIEND.
WHO IS SHE?
WHY DID SHE SHOW UP
AT ONE OF MY FUNDRAISERS
ON THE DAY
ALL THIS COMES DOWN?
I KNOW, DONALD... I--
SHE'S MY DAUGHTER.
WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?
ARE YOU NUTS?
DONALD, PLEASE.
WHO ARE YOU, JOE?
ALL THESE RUMORS.
SOMEBODY WANTS TO DRIVE
A STAKE THROUGH YOUR HEART
AND I AM NOT GOING TO BE
BROUGHT DOWN WITH YOU!
SHE'S MY DAUGHTER, DONALD.
WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO?
YOU MAKE HER GO WAY.
YOU UNDERSTAND ME?
OR I WILL.
I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT.
OKAY...
LOOK.
I'M GOING TO HAVE A QUICK BITE.
WHY DON'T YOU FILL UP
BEFORE YOU LEAVE?
REALLY?
I MAKE THE BEST EGGS
THIS SIDE OF SAN FRANCISCO.
YOU MUST BE STARVING
AFTER ALL YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH.
YEAH, I AM KIND OF HUNGRY.
YOU WANT TO GRAB
A COUPLE OF PLATES?
THEY'RE UP TOP HERE.
SURE.
"STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE..."
WHAT?
I USED TO CALL YOU
MY LITTLE STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE
BECAUSE...
YOUR BIRTHMARK LOOKED
LIKE A STRAWBERRY.
SOPHIE...
GET OUT,
GET AS FAR AWAY FROM HERE
AS POSSIBLE.
WHAT?
YOU HEARD ME.
I'M SORRY, BUT--
BUT I THOUGHT
YOU WERE GOING TO HELP ME.
YOU HAVE TO LEAVE NOW.
THERE ARE A LOT OF
PEOPLE AFTER YOU.
IT'S TOO RISKY.
BUT YOU HAVEN'T
TOLD ME ANYTHING!
THERE ARE WOODS
BEYOND THE VINEYARDS.
JUST GO,
DON'T COME BACK.
I'M HELPING YOU,
I PROMISE.
I NEED TO MAKE A CALL.
TAKE MY CELL.
DESTROY IT
WHEN YOU'RE FINISHED.
TOO MANY NUMBERS. NOW GO!
[DOOR SHUTS]
[♪♪]
I NEED YOUR HELP.
[♪♪]
[STARTS ENGINE]
UH, FRED LASHLEY,
SAN DIEGO D.E.A.
SORRY ABOUT ALL THE DRAMA
IN YOUR LIFE.
I GUESS IT'S GOING
TO GET WORSE
BEFORE IT GETS BETTER, HUH?
CHIP? NO?
WELL, MISERY
LOVES COMPANY.
I MEAN, MY WIFE
IS TOTALLY TAKING ME
TO THE CLEANERS
RIGHT NOW.
SHUT THE HELL UP.
[SIGHS]
SOMEBODY YOU KNOW BACK THERE?
YEAH, IT'S ROOKER.
SAID DAVID CARTER
SENT HIM.
WELL,
ISN'T THAT PERFECT.
YOU'RE SURE IT'S ONE
OF CARTER'S GUYS?
THAT'S WHAT HE SAID.
COME ON.
HOW ELSE AM I GOING TO
FIND ISABEL?
GOT IT.
ALEC ROOKER.
HE'S GOT A SHEET A MILE LONG.
IF ROOKER
TAKES THE BAIT,
THEN-- THEN HE CAN
LEAD US STRAIGHT TO CARTER.
ARE YOU REALLY UP FOR THIS?
[SIGHS HEAVILY]
I WANT MY SISTER.
AND WE WANT CARTER.
TRANSMITTER.
EMITS A GPS SIGNAL.
NOT GOING TO LOSE YOU,
SO DON'T WORRY.
I'M GOING TO TURN IN.
YOU LOOK OUT FOR HER
ON THE NIGHT SHIFT.
I WILL TAKE OVER
IN THE A.M.
[EXHALES CONTENTEDLY]
THEN IT'S ALL SYSTEMS GO.
SLEEP WELL, KITTENS.
DADDY'S IN
THE NEXT ROOM.
[DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS]
WHERE AM I SLEEPING?
HE REALLY DIDN'T FIGHT
TO BE WITH ME, DID HE?
WHO?
JOE.
I THOUGHT
THAT WHEN I FOUND HIM
THAT IT WOULD FIX EVERYTHING.
ME AND MY LONG-LOST FATHER
WOULD WALK OFF HAPPILY
INTO THE SUNSET.
YEAH, WELL,
FROM MY EXPERIENCE...
FAMILY NEVER HAS A HAPPY ENDING.
I MEAN, MY STEP-DAD...
HE'S THE SAME AS YOUR DAD.
HE WOULDN'T FIGHT FOR ME
IF HIS LIFE DEPENDED ON IT.
JERK.
BUT YOU TURNED OUT OKAY.
YOU THINK?
[CHUCKLES]
YEAH.
THANKS.
I'M GOING TO GO HAVE
THE FIRST SHOWER.
[TURNS WATER ON]
[SHOUTING AND SPLASHING IN POOL]
[♪♪]
[STUN GUN ZAPPING]
WE STILL GOT HER.
WE'RE LUCKY
HE DIDN'T ZAP OUR GPS, MAN.
[♪♪]
[ROOKER]: IT'LL BE OVER SOON.
[ELSA GRUNTING WEAKLY]
HOLD ON.
[TIRES SQUEALING]
[TRUCK BACKUP SIGNAL
BEEPING]
[BRAKES SCREECHING]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
DAMN!
WE STILL GOT HER. GO AROUND.
[♪♪]
[ROOKER GRUNTING]
COME ON, LET'S GO.
LET'S GO. COME ON.
[ELSA GROANING WEAKLY]
[GRUNTS]
[GROANING]
[ROOKER]:
NOW, YOU JUST LIE STILL.
I'M GOING
TO MAKE A PHONE CALL,
AND IT'S ALL GOING
TO BE WORKED OUT, OKAY?
THERE'S NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT,
I SWEAR.
[TOUCH-TONE PHONE DIALING]
[DAVID]: HELLO?
CARTER, I HAVE HER.
GOOD.
SHE'S NOT COMING EASILY.
WHY NOT?
I HAD TO SEDATE HER
A LITTLE.
WHY ON EARTH--
SHE'S AFRAID OF YOU, OKAY?
YOU'VE GOT TO TALK TO HER,
CALM HER DOWN, MAN.
MAKE HER TRUST ME.
[LASHLEY CHUCKLES
AS LOCATOR BEEPS]
YEAH! ALL RIGHT.
CALL THE D.E.A.
AND GET THE ADDRESS,
ALL RIGHT.
[MEN CHUCKLING]
[ROOKER]:
YOUR SISTER'S GETTING ON.
[ALARMED]: WHAT?
HEY!
[IZZIE]:
EL!
[ELSA]:
IZ!
EL, I KNOW
YOU DIDN'T KILL CHRIS.
YOU COULDN'T.
YOU'VE GOT TO COME
WITH THIS MAN.
[DAVID]:ROOKER.
ROOKER. HE'S TRYING
TO BRING YOU TO US.
[GASPS WITH EFFORT]
SWEETIE,
HOW DO I KNOW...
HE'S NOT MAKING YOU SAY THAT?
[POUNDING AT DOOR]
WHO IS IT?
MOTEL MANAGEMENT!
I SAW YOU
BRING SOMEBODY IN.
NOW THIS IS A SINGLE
OCCUPATION THERE, FELLA.
[GRUNTS]
HOW ABOUT I MAKE IT UP
TO YOU?
SAY, 50 BUCKS?
["MANAGER"]: 50?
IT'S GOT TO BE
RIGHT NOW, THOUGH.
YEAH, HOLD ON.
JEEZ!
[FARBER]:
EL,
ARE YOU OKAY?
[ELSA]:
WHY
DID YOU DO THAT?
HE WAS GOING
TO TAKE ME TO ISABEL.
HE WAS LYING TO YOU.
CARTER'S GOING
TO HAVE YOU KILLED.
COME ON, YOU'VE GOT
TO COME WITH ME.
COME ON.
[DOOR SHUTS]
LOOK, WE, UH, WE TRACKED
CARTER'S NUMBER.
WE'RE JUST WAITING
FOR HIS ADDRESS, ALL RIGHT.
SO WE CAN FIND ISABEL?
THAT'S THE PLAN,
SENORITA.
WHY DON'T YOU JUST
LIE BACK THERE
AND GET YOURSELF SOME SLEEP?
YOU LOOK LIKE
YOU COULD USE SOME.
I GOT TO STOP
AND MAKE ANOTHER CALL.
[♪♪]
WHY ARE WE STOPPING?
THIS IS WHERE
WE'RE MEETING JERRY--
I MEAN, UH,
DAVID CARTER.
HERE?
YEAH, WE'LL GO
CHECK IT OUT.
YOU STAY PUT.
COME ON. LET'S GO.
[DOOR-AJAR ALERTS DINGING]
[♪♪]
SOPHIE!
SOPHIE!
OH, THANK GOD.
THANK GOD.
WHAT ARE YOU
DOING HERE?
AGENT FARBER CALLED,
SAID YOU NEEDED MY HELP.
I'M NOT GOING TO
LET YOU DOWN AGAIN.
GOD, I AM SO SORRY.
I WOULDN'T HAVE PUT MONEY
ON YOU ACTUALLY SHOWING UP.
ARE YOU ACTUALLY
DOING SOMETHING
FOR ONE OF YOUR KIDS
FOR ONCE?
WHO IS THAT?
YEAH, A MAN'S VOICE
CHANGES A LOT AFTER 19 YEARS.
19 YEARS AS A
GRINGO
IN A MEXICAN LOCK-UP.
A HOLE THAT YOUR OWN
STEP-DAD PUT YOU INTO!
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA...
YOU DON'T
HAVE TO DO THIS.
HI, SIS.
THEY RAPED ME
THE FIRST DAY I WAS IN THERE.
BUT YOU KNEW THAT WOULD HAPPEN,
DIDN'T YOU, DAD?
WHEN YOU MADE YOUR DEAL
WITH THE
FEDERALES!
I WAS 18 YEARS OLD,
AND YOU SOLD ME OUT!
I WAS A KID!
I WAS YOUR KID, YOU SCUM!
LUKE, I-I-I KNOW--
NO! NO.
YOU DON'T GET TO EXPLAIN!
[SHOT FIRED, ELSA SHRIEKS]: NO!
IT WAS YOUR FAULT
THAT NICK DIED!
[JOE]: FONTAINE--
SHUT UP, YOU LIAR!
NO!
[RAGES]: NO!
NO! NO!
WHAT THE HELL
ARE YOU DOING?
THIS WAS ABOUT
THE MONEY!
NO ONE WAS SUPPOSED
TO GET HURT.
GIVE ME
THE DAMN GUN, OKAY?
I'M GOD NOW.
[FIRES]
[ELSA SCREAMING]: NO!
ARE YOU CRAZY?
COME ON!
[ELSA WEEPING]
DID YOU GET CARTER'S ADDRESS?
YEAH... MAN.
UH-- UH...
20 BAY... BAY CREEK ROAD.
HAILEY, IDAHO.
JEEZ,
GIVE ME THE DAMN GUN, MAN.
I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE.
WHAT?
LOOK, I APPRECIATE
THE D.E.A. I.D.
BUT THERE'S NO WAY
I'M SPLITTING MY MONEY
WITH ANYBODY 50-50.
[ELSA YELPS AS GUN FIRES]
[ELSA CRYING]
[SOBBING]: NO!
[CRIES OUT]
[SHRIEKS]
[GROANS]
[PROTESTING
AND SOBBING]: NO!
[ELSA SHRIEKING]
[♪♪]
DOING ALL RIGHT
BACK THERE,
MUCHACHA ?
YOU LOOK KIND OF HOT
ALL TIED UP LIKE THAT.
[CHUCKLES]
OH, COME ON.
YOU'LL LEARN TO LIKE ME,
I SWEAR.
ESPECIALLY
AFTER TOMORROW,
WHEN I'VE GOT
ALL THAT DISPOSABLE INCOME.
[GRUNTS]
YEAH, I KNEW YOUR
SO-CALLED FATHER CARTER
WOULDN'T TOUCH A PENNY
OF THAT MONEY
UNLESS HE THOUGHT
IT WAS AN EMERGENCY.
I GUESS HIS LITTLE TRIP
TO THE BANK PROVED THAT, HUH?
[CHUCKLES]:
WELL, THAT'S PAYDAY FOR ME,
AND PAYBACK TIME
FOR EVERYBODY ELSE.
THE SECOND I WAS RELEASED,
I HAD LASHLEY PUT OUT THAT AD.
BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS DAY
FOR THE LAST 20 YEARS,
AND SO FAR...
IT'S TURNED OUT
A LITTLE BIT BETTER
THAN I EXPECTED IT TO.
DO YOU KNOW,
I THINK THAT'S BECAUSE OF YOU,
SWEET LITTLE THING.
OH, COME ON,
DON'T BE CREEPED OUT.
PROBABLY NOT YOUR TYPE ANYWAY.
PROBABLY LIKE THOSE
PREPPY BOYS, HUH?
WELL...
YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO
START OVER NOW,
NOW THAT CHRIS
IS HISTORY, HUH?
YEAH.
CHRISSY, CHRISSY, CHRISSY.
BUT I HAD TO KILL HIM.
HELP DRAW YOU TO ME.
[ELSA GRUNTS]
[KILLS ENGINE]
TOO MUCH CAFFEINE.
I'LL BE BACK
IN ABOUT THREE MINUTES.
BE A GOOD GIRL.
[GRUNTING AND STRAINING]
[GASPS]
[♪♪]
[SCREAMS]
HELP!
SOMEBODY HELP ME!
[GROANING]
SOMEBODY HELP ME!
GET OUT OF THE CAR!
D.E.A. SHE'S A FELON.
[TIRES SQUEALING]
[♪♪]
[TOOTING HORN]
[BRAKES SCREECH]
STOP THE CAR, DAVID!
GET HER!
ELSA! ELSA!
DAD!
OH!
OH... OH, GOD.
OH...
HOW'S IZZIE?
SHE'S FINE.
SWEETHEART!
MOM!
WE HAVE TO
GET OUT OF HERE NOW.
ALL OF US.
HE'S HERE, MY BROTHER.
HE KILLED CHRIS!
LUKE? WHAT HAPPENED TO ROOKER,
THE GUY I SENT TO GET YOU?
HE KILLED HIM TOO, DAD.
I'M SO SORRY.
IT'S OKAY, IT'S OKAY.
GET IN THE CAR.
LET'S GO!
I WAS YOUNG AND STUPID.
IT WAS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE
A MONEY-LAUNDERING THING
IN MEXICO.
I HAD NO IDEA
ABOUT THE DRUG SIDELINE
THAT JOE AND LUKE HAD GOING...
UNTIL THAT DAY
AT THE BORDER, ANYWAY.
THERE WERE MORE COPS AND DOGS
THAN USUAL.
JOE PANICKED,
HE WANTED LUKE TO FORCE YOU
AND YOUR BROTHER
TO CARRY IT,
SWALLOW THE BAGS...
COCAINE.
[PROTESTING AND CRYING OUT]
NICK...
...ONE OF THE BAGS
BURST INSIDE HIM--
[COUGHING AND SPUTTERING]
HE ODed.
I GOT YOU OUT OF THERE
BEFORE LUKE COULD DO
THE SAME THING TO YOU.
WHEN CHRIS WAS KILLED,
WE PANICKED,
WE JUST ASSUMED IT WAS LUKE.
WE JUST DID
WHAT WE HAD TO DO
TO MAKE US ALL SAFE.
WE'VE GOT TO GET
IZZIE AND NANA
AND THEN WE'RE GOING TO GO
TO CHICAGO.
I KNOW SOME PEOPLE--
NANA?
MY MOTHER.
YOUR GRANDMOTHER.
THEY WOULD HAVE
FOUND US THROUGH HER,
SO WE HAD TO LEAVE.
OH, MY GOD.
YOU BOTH GAVE UP
SO MUCH FOR ME.
WELL, YOU'RE OUR DAUGHTER,
SO...
OH...
I LOVE YOU, BABY.
IZ!
UP THE STAIRS,
FIRST DOOR ON THE LEFT.
MOM?
[ELSA]: IZ?
[DOOR SHUTS]
WE'RE HERE!
[♪♪]
[ELSA GASPS]
DON'T SAY A WORD.
PLEASE DON'T HURT US.
[STRAINING]
DAVID?
SHE'S NOT HERE...
EL?
[PUTS RECEIVER DOWN]
DAVID, BE CAREFUL.
[SHOT FIRED, DAVID CRIES OUT]
DAVID!
OH, MY GOD!
OH, MY GOD.
LONG TIME
NO SEE, ANGIE.
HI, JERRY.
YOU KNOW, WE WOULD'VE
BEEN PERFECTLY FINE
AT THE MEXICAN BORDER
IF YOU'D JUST
LEFT ME ALONE.
SCREW YOU!
WHERE IS IT, JERRY?
WHERE IS ISABEL?
WHERE'S ANNA'S MOM?
YOU'RE LUCKY.
I DIDN'T
HAVE THE HEART
TO KILL A DEFENSELESS
OLD LADY.
AND THE GIRL?
SHE'S OKAY...
FOR NOW.
SHE'S MY INSURANCE
FOR YOUR GOOD BEHAVIOR.
BUT IF YOU DON'T
TELL ME WHERE IT IS--
[GASPS]
I SWEAR TO GOD,
I'M GOING TO LET HER
HAVE IT NOW.
FOR GOD'S SAKE,
TELL HIM!
IT'S IN THE KITCHEN,
UNDER THE SINK.
NEAR THE PANTRY.
PROGRESS.
[PANTING AND GASPING]
OH, SHUT UP.
[LUKE]: YOU GUYS
STAY RIGHT THERE.
I'VE KILLED A KID BEFORE.
I'LL DO IT AGAIN.
[WHEEZING]
[PHONE CRASHES ON FLOOR]
NOW, GET IT!
GET-- OW! OW! OHH!
[ELSA HITS,
LUKE GROANS]
COME ON.
I'VE GOT TO GET THE GUN.
NO, DON'T.
HE'LL SHOOT HER.
DO IT!
OPEN IT.
[UNZIPS BAG]
OPEN IT!
[CHUCKLES]: GIVE IT TO ME.
GIVE IT TO ME!
[IZZIE CRIES OUT]: GO!
[GRUNTS]
[GROANING]
[ANNA]: RUN, BABY! RUN!
[GRUNTING]
[♪♪]
[SHOT FIRED]
[YELPS AS GUN IS FIRED]
[SHOT FIRED]
NO!
NO! NO, GOD, NO!
OH... OH... NO!
THAT'S MY MONEY.
NO, NO, NO!
YOU CRAZY BITCH!
NO!
[IZZIE]: HELP!
IZ!
IZZIE!
IZ, I'M COMING!
EL!
[NICK COUGHING
AND SPUTTERING]
SWALLOW IT!
[YOUNG SOPHIE SHRIEKING]
GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!
IZ, I GOT YOU.
EL...
[GIRLS GRUNTING]
[LUKE ROARS]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[SPRAYING CAN]
[SCREAMING]
[IZZIE CHOKING]: EL...
[GROANING]
[GROWLS]
I'M YOUR BROTHER!
[CRIES OUT]
IZ! IZ...
I GOT YOU, BABY.
I GOT YOU.
COME ON, IZ.
COME ON, STAY WITH ME.
I'VE GOT YOU.
OH, GOD. OH, IZ.
COME ON.
COME ON, SWEETIE.
[IZZIE GASPS, COUGHS]
OH, MY GOD, SWEETIE.
BABY?!
OH, MY GOD.
IS SHE OKAY?
BREATHE, SWEETIE.
COME ON, BREATHE. MOMMY'S HERE.
OKAY.
THE THOUGHT
OF LOSING YOU...
YOU'RE NEVER
GOING TO LOSE ME, DAD.
YOU'RE MY FAMILY.
[♪♪]
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]
[♪♪]
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING
REPEATEDLY]
ARE YOU PROUD?
I COULDN'T BE PROUDER.
I JUST WISH WE DIDN'T HAVE TO
CELEBRATE WITH WHAT'S HIS NAME--
CHRIS--
...CHRIS.
...IS A VERY NICE BOY, DAVID.
"...IS A VERY
NICE BOY, DAVID."
PLUS... HE'S HOT.
SO, I GUESS WE'RE ADULTS NOW.
I'M AFRAID SO.
[BOTH CHUCKLING]
YOU READY TO START
OUR LIVES?
YES... [SIGHS]
...EXCEPT FOR
THE "MOVING BACK HOME" BIT.
WHY DON'T YOU
MOVE IN WITH ME?
IT'S TOO SOON.
BUT THANKS.
[SHUTTER CLICKING]
"TO HAVE HER HOME,
GRADUATED, EDUCATED,
"SO ELATED,
"IT DOES A FATHER PROUD,
AND MAKES THE SACRIFICES
ALL WORTHWHILE."
THAT'S AWESOME, DAD.
THE GAZETTE
IS LUCKY
TO HAVE YOU,
AND SO AM I.
MM-HMM.
I SPOKE
TO THE PHOTO EDITOR,
AND HE SAYS YOU CAN HAVE
AN INTERNSHIP, IF YOU WANT ONE.
YES, AND YOU CAN
GET SOME SHIFTS BACK
AT THE CLINIC,
FOR THE MONEY,
UNTIL THE
GAZETTE'S
READY
TO PAY.
DR. PATEL WOULD BE HAPPY
TO SEE YOU THERE AGAIN.
THANKS,
I APPRECIATE IT...
I'LL TAKE THE SHIFTS
AT THE CLINIC
UNTIL I GET A JOB
AT A PAPER...
BUT, UH, NO
GAZETTE
, DAD.
I THINK I WANT TO TRY
FOR A BIGGER PUBLICATION.
EL DOESN'T NEED
THE CLINIC.
A WEEK OF POUNDING
THE PAVEMENT--
WE KNOW HOW GOOD
SHE IS, CHRIS.
SOMETIMES A JOB IN THE HAND
MEANS SOMETHING
TO PEOPLE WHO DON'T HAVE
A LOT OF MONEY.
GIFT TIME!
[WHISPERING]: THANK YOU.
AWW!
IT'S A SISTER BRACELET.
IZ, IT'S BEAUTIFUL.
ONE FOR YOU
AND ONE FOR ME.
WE CAN WEAR THEM TOMORROW
AT THE BEACH.
DAD MADE A RESERVATION
AT THE DUSK MOTEL,
SO WE CAN SPEND THE NIGHT.
OH, GOD, SWEETIE, I'M SO SORRY,
I FORGOT.
UH, I CAN'T GO,
I HAVE JOB INTERVIEWS TOMORROW.
CAN'T YOU JUST SPEND
ONE DAY WITH YOUR SISTER?
DAD, I WILL,
I PROMISE.
JUST AS SOON AS I GET A JOB.
OKAY?
[CHRIS]: YEAH, YOU KNOW,
THAT REALLY WAS
AN AWESOME ARTICLE
YOU WROTE, MR. CARTER.
YOU COULD WRITE
AT ANY PAPER.
I ALWAYS TELL HIM THAT.
WELL, HEY, SIR,
MY FATHER'S ON THE BOARD
OF HEARST PUBLISHING--
YOU KNOW, CHRIS,
IT MIGHT SURPRISE YOU,
BUT I ACTUALLY LIKE
WRITING FOR THAT PAPER.
I GET TO WRITE
WHAT I WANT
WHEN I WANT.
YOU'RE SO RUDE.
IT'S LIKE
YOU HATE HIM.
I DON'T HATE CHRIS.
I'D JUST WISH HE'D GET HIS HEAD
OUT OF HIS BUTT
EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE,
THAT'S ALL.
I'M SORRY, EL.
HE'S JUST SO OBSESSED
WITH YOU MAKING IT BIG.
YOU KNOW, THERE'S
MORE TO LIFE THAN
JUST GETTING YOUR NAME
PLASTERED IN EVERY PAPER
ACROSS THE COUNTRY.
WELL, MAYBE I DON'T
UNDERSTAND
YOUR OBSESSION
WITH THE STATUS QUO.
MEANING WHAT?
[SIGHS]: MEANING...
YOU COULD WORK AT ANY TOP PAPER,
AND YET YOU CHOOSE TO SLAVE
AT A LOCAL RAG.
IT'S NOT A RAG, EL.
AND I HAPPEN TO LIKE
LIVING HERE.
PEOPLE ARE NORMAL.
THEY REMEMBER WHAT'S
IMPORTANT IN LIFE--
LIKE REMEMBERING
THE PLANS THEY MAKE
WITH THEIR SISTER.
DAD, I'M SORRY,
I DON'T MEAN TO SOUND...
[SIGHS]: IT'S JUST...
I WANT SOMETHING BIGGER
THAN ALL THIS.
[SIGHS]:
BUT ALL MY FRIENDS ARE--
HEY...
YOU'RE NOT YOUR FRIENDS, EL.
LOOK.
THIS IS WHERE YOU GREW UP.
IT'S WHERE
YOUR FAMILY IS,
AND IT'S GOOD.
IF YOU'D JUST LOOK
A LITTLE CLOSER,
YOU COULD SEE THAT, OKAY?
I'M GLAD YOU'RE HOME.
[♪♪]
[DOOR CREAKS]
[CHILD SHRIEKS]
[MAN]:
QUIET. HURRY!
[CHILD'S SHRIEKS ECHOING]
[CHILD PROTESTING, MUFFLED]
[GASPS AND PANTS]
[SIGHS SOFTLY, THEN HEAVILY]
YOU LEFT
THE DOOR OPEN.
SORRY, EL.
IT'S BEEN SO LONG
SINCE YOU SLEPT HERE,
I FORGOT.
EL?
I KNOW YOU MIGHT NOT BE,
BUT I'M GLAD YOU'RE HOME.
[LETS OUT A BREATH]
COME HERE.
I LOVE YOU, IZ.
I LOVE YOU TOO.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
[EL]: HEY, DAD.
GOT A JOB YET,
KIDDO?
UH... ASK ME AGAIN
IN A COUPLE OF MINUTES.
ALL RIGHT, I WILL.
DAD, I'M SORRY ABOUT--
YEAH. ME TOO, EL.
COMING HOME?
UH, NO, I'M GOING TO KEEP
POUNDING THE PAVEMENT,
AND THEN CHRIS AND I
ARE HAVING A FRIEND OVER,
SO I'LL PROBABLY STAY THERE.
YOU'RE SLEEPING OVER
WITH HIM?
DAD, WHO DO YOU THINK
I'VE BEEN WITH
FOR THE LAST YEAR?
[CHUCKLES]: LOOK.
I'LL BE HOME BY 10.
WE'LL HAVE BRUNCH, OKAY?
EL, YOU BE CAREFUL
IN THE CITY.
UH, GOTTA GO!
EXCUSE ME?
WHAT'S THIS?
I SAW YOU INTERVIEWED.
YOU SAID CAFE ELENE'S CREPES
WERE YOUR FAVORITE.
[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]
I JUST GRADUATED,
AND, UH...
YOUTHFUL EXUBERANCE...
NO DEPTH.
THANKS FOR THE CREPE.
[CHRIS]:
IS THAT YOU, BABE?
HOW'D IT GO?
NOT ONE BITE.
[DOOR BUZZES OPEN]
WHAT CAN I SAY?
I'M ATTRACTED
TO OLDER MEN.
AND IT'S A TWO-WAY STREET.
I GIVE THEM SEX,
THEY PAY ME WITH APPROVAL.
[LAUGHTER]
OKAY...
HELLO, DR. FREUD.
OKAY.
[GLASSES CLINKING]
MM!
AW, HEY, STATISTICS SAY
YOU DATE ALL DIFFERENT TYPES,
AND NO MATTER
HOW HARD YOU FIGHT IT,
YOU END UP
MARRYING YOUR FATHER.
OH, GOD.
OH, THAT IS NOT GOING TO BE ME.
I LOVE MY DAD,
BUT I LIKE EXCITING,
DRIVEN...
AND GREAT BODS, RIGHT?
[GIGGLING]
HOW ABOUT
SOME 3:00 A.M. JAVA
TO SOBER US UP?
YES, MA'AM.
SWEETIE...
WANT TO POUR ME
ANOTHER ONE?
MM-HMM.
OOPS!
OKAY, NO, POUR.
THAT'S YOUR MISSION.
[LAUGHING]: NO,
POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT!
AM I DRUNK,
OR IS ELSA ON THIS MILK CARTON?
HAH! YOU'RE DRUNK.
EL'S ON MY LAP.
[LAUGHS]
[STARTS LAUGHING]
OKAY, EL,
NEVER GET A PERM.
[LAUGHS]: YEAH.
WHAT ARE YOU GUYS
TALKING ABOUT?
OH, MY GOD... THAT'S ME.
CREEPY...
IT'S YOUR TWIN!
OR... IT'S YOU!
THAT WHAT YOU
LOOKED LIKE AT THREE?
I DON'T KNOW.
HAVEN'T YOU SEEN
PICTURES?
NO, NO,
WE LOST ALL OF OUR THINGS
IN A FIRE WHEN I WAS LITTLE.
[CHRIS AND LISA, PLAY-SPOOKED]:
WOO-OOH-OOH-OOH...
[LAUGHTER]
[♪♪]
LOOK, SAME EYE COLOR.
SAME HAIR!
PLEASE... FRIZZIER,
TACKIER HAIR.
[SNICKERING]
BORN... CALIFORNIA.
1987. SAME YEAR.
YEAH, BUT I WAS
BORN IN JULY.
OR SO MY KIDNAPPERS
TELL ME.
YEAH.
[GIGGLES]
UH, WHAT'S THAT?
LAST SEEN-- 1990.
AGE THREE.
I THINK WE NEED
TO REPORT THIS.
WHAT? NO, NO! DON'T!
[LISA]: WHY NOT?
IT'S A 24-HOUR HOTLINE.
WHAT IS SHE DOING?!
[QUIET CHUCKLING]
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
OH, MY GOD,
IS SHE CALLING?
[OPERATOR]:
"DO YOU KNOW ME?" HOTLINE.
CAN I TALK
TO SOMEONE ABOUT A...
A SOPHIE MARSARETTI?
ONE MOMENT, PLEASE.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
COME ON,
JUST FOR THE FUN OF IT.
HELLO?
[GASPS]: YOU DO IT!
WHAT? UM... HELLO?
[OPERATOR]:
YES, HELLO?
UM, I THINK
I FOUND ME.
MA'AM, CAN I HELP YOU?
UM, YES, I LOOK
LIKE THE, UM...
THE "OLDER"--
[SPEAKERPHONE BEEPS ON]
...I LOOK LIKE THE "OLDER"
PICTURE ON THE MILK CARTON.
ARE YOU SAYING YOU THINK
YOU'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED?
UH... NO.
I... I DON'T KNOW.
ARE YOU FROM THE SAME AREA
AS THE CHILD IN THE PICTURE?
WELL, I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO GO
TO CALIFORNIA,
DOES THAT COUNT?
MA'AM, IS THIS
A SERIOUS INQUIRY,
OR ARE YOU
WASTING MY TIME?
NO, YES, I... AHEM.
I'M SORRY.
KEEP GOING.
HAVE YOU EVER SEEN
YOUR BIRTH CERTIFICATE?
NO.
HAVE YOU EVER MET
YOUR GRANDPARENTS?
NO.
WHY NOT?
UM, BECAUSE THEY ALL DIED
WHEN I WAS YOUNG.
ALL OF THEM?
YES.
DO YOU KNOW
HOW OLD YOU WERE
BY THE TIME
THEY'D DIED?
UH, ALMOST FOUR, I THINK?
HAVE YOU VISITED
THEIR GRAVES?
[BECOMING DISCONCERTED]: NO...
HAS IT EVER
OCCURRED TO YOU
HOW UNUSUAL IT IS
TO HAVE LOST ALL OF
YOUR GRANDPARENTS
BY THAT AGE?
UM... NOT REALLY. NO.
MA'AM...
IS THERE ANY WAY
YOU CAN VERIFY
THEIR DEATHS?
[SPEAKERPHONE BEEPS OFF]
[STAMMERING, CONFUSED]
I... I...
I COULD ASK.
I'LL ASK MY PARENTS.
I'D LIKE TO TAKE DOWN
YOUR NAME.
WELL-- WELL, WHY?
IF I COULD HAVE YOUR NAME,
ADDRESS, AND PHONE NUMBER,
PLEASE?
[PHONE BEEPS OFF]
[♪♪]
YOU FREAKED OUT!
IT'S NOT FUNNY.
WE WASTED
THAT POOR LADY'S TIME.
HEY, EL...
I'M GOING TO BED.
WHAT A BUZZ-KILL.
[DISHES CLATTERING]
COME ON, EL. IT WAS A JOKE.
[ELSA GROANS SOFTLY]
I HAVE TO GO, BABY.
I'M LATE FOR BRUNCH.
LOOK AT THIS--
CHEAP GOLF BALLS.
OF COURSE
THEY'RE CHEAP.
THE GUYS WHO PLAY
WITH GOOD ONES NEVER LOSE THEM.
[CHUCKLING]
HOW DID MY GRANDPARENTS DIE?
WHAT KIND OF A QUESTION'S THAT
FOR A WEEKEND MORNING?
I WAS JUST CURIOUS.
YOU KNOW, BECAUSE
I NEVER MET THEM...
ANY OF THEM.
ALL RIGHT.
WELL, IF YOU MUST KNOW,
IT WAS A STROKE,
HEART ATTACK...
HEART ATTACK,
AND EMPHYSEMA.
NANA SMOKED
TWO PACKS A DAY
UNTIL SHE DIED.
WHERE DID THEY DIE?
IN A HOSPITAL.
[LAUGHS]: I MEAN
WHAT STATE, CITY?
WHAT, YOU THINK
WE MURDERED THEM
OR SOMETHING?
I MEAN, GRANTED,
THERE HAVE BEEN MOMENTS
I WANTED TO DRIVE AN ICE-PICK
INTO YOUR NANA'S BRAIN--
OKAY, THAT'S ENOUGH.
[LAUGHTER]
OKAY, COULD YOU SLICE
THE BAGELS FOR ME?
THANK YOU SO MUCH.
SORRY.
CAN I SEE
MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE?
WHAT?
I WAS JUST WONDERING
IF YOU HAD IT...
IF I COULD SEE IT.
ELSA, WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?
OKAY.
I KNOW
THIS IS TOTALLY SILLY...
LET'S SEE.
OH, BOY.
[TAKES A SHAKY BREATH]
WE HAVE TO HAVE A TALK, ELSA.
DAVID...
[DAVID]: NO, LET ME
HANDLE THIS.
WE'VE KNOWN
THIS MOMENT WAS COMING
FOR A LONG TIME NOW.
ELSA...
YOU WERE KIDNAPPED.
[STARTS TO LAUGH]
DAD! THAT'S NOT
EVEN FUNNY!
YOU ARE A CRUEL MAN,
DAVID CARTER!
CRUEL?
COME ON, WE LOVE THIS GIRL
FOR 22 YEARS,
AND SHE GIVES US
THE THIRD-DEGREE
LIKE WE'RE A BUNCH
OF CRIMINALS.
I KNOW, OKAY?
I-I-I JUST...
IT WAS WEIRD,
BECAUSE WHEN WE CALLED IN...
CALLED IN?
WE CALLED IN. THE...
...MILK CARTON PEOPLE.
ELSA, W--
I KNOW,
I KNOW IT WAS STUPID,
BUT WE CALLED IT IN
AS A JOKE AND...
WHAT ON EARTH
WERE YOU THINKING?
THESE PEOPLE HAVE
A HARD ENOUGH JOB TO--
DID YOU TELL THEM ANYTHING?
NO! NOTHING.
I MEAN, I DIDN'T GIVE THEM
MY NAME OR ANYTHING.
JUST PROMISE ME
YOU'RE NOT GOING TO
CALL THEM AGAIN.
I PROMISE.
DAD... I DO.
OKAY.
THIS POOR GIRL.
CAN WE AT LEAST
CHECK IT OUT?
[PAPERS RUSTLING]
DAD...
DO WE HAVE TO?
PLEASE?
[♪♪]
[ELSA]: "FROM WHITE ROCK,
CALIFORNIA.
LAST SEEN OUTSIDE HER HOME
WEARING A SUNDRESS."
HUH. "SOPHIE HAS
"A STRAWBERRY-SHAPED
BIRTHMARK
ON HER RIGHT SHOULDER."
MY BABY DOESN'T HAVE
A BIRTHMARK AT ALL,
DOES SHE? HMM?
NOPE.
LOOK...
[PULLS OPEN DRAWER]
YOUR BIRTH CERTIFICATE.
AND ALL OF OUR NAMES
ARE ON IT.
OKAY?
PRETTY STUPID, HUH?
YES... AHEM.
AND NO.
THANKS, DAD.
SURE.
[♪♪]
[VOICES RISING, INDISTINCT]
[DAVID]: JUST
A COUPLE OF MONTHS--
[ANNA]: YOU SAID
WE WERE NOT--
NO! WE'RE NOT
GOING TO--
YES!
CHRIS? WHAT ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT?
I KNOW YOU THINK
I'M PARANOID--
NO, YOU KNOW WHAT?
I HAVE TO GO TO WORK.
NO!
[♪♪]
OKAY. THE DOCTOR WILL BE
WITH YOU IN A MINUTE.
HAVE A SEAT.
UH, DR. PATEL?
CAN I ASK YOU SOMETHING?
FOR YOU?
ANYTHING, MISS NEW GRADUATE.
UM...
THIS KIND OF THING...
THAT'S, LIKE, FROM A VACCINE
OR SOMETHING, RIGHT?
WELL, VACCINES ARE USUALLY DONE
LOWER ON THE SHOULDER, BUT...
I MEAN, DID YOU EVER
HAVE STITCHES, OR...
IT COULD BE A BUG BITE,
OR AN ACNE SCAR.
COULD BE ANYTHING,
REALLY.
NICE SHOULDER, BY THE WAY.
WHAT IF EVERYTHING
YOU'VE ALWAYS KNOWN TO BE TRUE
MIGHT NOT BE?
I'D PROBABLY WIG OUT.
EXACTLY.
OH, CLOSE THE DOOR
ALL THE WAY, OKAY?
YOU WITH THE DOOR.
HEY, DO NOT GET ME STARTED
ON ALL YOUR QUIRKS, OKAY,
MR. SALT-AND-PEPPER-SHAKERS
ALL-LINED-UP.
YEAH, BUT THAT
MAKES SENSE.
THIS IS NOTHING.
RIGHT?
IT'S A LITTLE FREAKY.
SOMEBODY CALLED YESTERDAY,
FROM THE MISSING KIDS' PLACE.
WHAT?
YEAH, THEY WERE
ASKING QUESTIONS.
WANTED TO KNOW YOUR NAME,
YOUR PHONE NUMBER.
THEY'RE GOING TO CALL AGAIN.
YOU GOT TO
DEAL WITH THIS.
OH, GOD...
WHY DON'T YOU JUST
HAVE YOUR PARENTS
TALK TO THESE PEOPLE?
NO, I COULDN'T.
WELL, THEN FIND OUT FOR SURE
YOURSELF.
DO A DNA TEST
OR SOMETHING.
CHRIS, THEY'RE MY PARENTS!
THIS IS RIDICULOUS.
RIGHT?
LOOK ME IN THE EYE.
DO YOU HAVE ANY DOUBT?
JUST TALK
TO YOUR DAD.
AND, BESIDES...
I'M GOING TO NEED
TO KNOW YOUR LINEAGE
IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE
MY WIFE SOMEDAY.
OH, HO! DID SOMEBODY
JUST SAY "WIFE SOMEDAY"?
YEAH, MAYBE SOMEBODY DID.
MM...
MAYBE SOMEBODY
LIKED HEARING IT.
YEAH?
[CHUCKLES]:
COME HERE, YOU.
I CANNOT BELIEVE
WHAT YOU ARE GETTING US INTO.
CHRIS SAID
ALL I HAVE TO DO
IS SHOW THEM
MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE, AND--
YOUR BIRTH CERTIFICATE?
YEAH, IT'LL ONLY
TAKE A SECOND,
AND CHRIS SAYS--
CHRIS! CHRIS DOES NOT TELL ME
WHAT I DO
AND WHAT
I DO NOT DO!
WELL, ARE YOU
GOING TO GIVE IT TO ME?
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
NO.
NOW, YOU CAN GO.
CHRIS MAY HAVE TIME
FOR THIS NONSENSE,
BUT I DON'T.
I HAVE WORK TO DO.
[SCOFFS]
[♪♪]
[CRACKING]
IZ, ONE MORE TIME
WITH MY CDs--
SORRY, EL.
[SIGHS]
I HATE IT
WHEN YOU AND DAD FIGHT.
MAKES ME THINK
YOU'LL MOVE AWAY.
HEY...
YOU CAN'T GET RID OF ME
THAT EASILY.
CROSS YOUR HEART?
...HOPE TO CROAK--
AND MAY MY iPOD...
...NEVER BE BROKE.
NOW, PICK UP MY CDs!
[♪♪]
HEY. WHATCHA DOING?
UH, JUST BORROWING A SCRUNCHIE?
OKAY. OH, AND YOU
FOUND ONE. GOOD.
I GOT TO GO.
GOT TO GO TO WORK.
[PEOPLE CHATTING NEARBY,
INDISTINCT]
[VOICE OVER P.A.]:
DR. DOBSON TO RADIOLOGY.
DR. DOBSON TO RADIOLOGY.
[KNOCKING]
ANYONE WANT
TO DO ME A FAVOR?
I THOUGHT
YOU'D NEVER ASK!
DO YOU KNOW ANYONE
WHO COULD TELL ME
IF THIS PERSON
IS RELATED TO THESE TWO PEOPLE?
THE LAB WE USE
COULD DO A DNA TEST.
WHAT IS THIS?
PATERNITY SUIT?
[LAUGHS]: NO. NO BABY.
JUST A FRIEND'S
BIOLOGY PROJECT.
FRIEND, HUH?
HOW ACCURATE IS THE TEST?
THE ONE-DAY TEST
WILL PROVE
WITH 100% EXCLUSION
IF THE PEOPLE
ARE NOT RELATED,
AND 99% IF THEY ARE.
UH, GREAT!
AND WHEN CAN I GET THE RESULTS?
WELL, USUALLY
IT WOULD TAKE 24 HOURS,
BUT I COULD PUT IT IN
WITH TONIGHT'S LAB RUN,
SO, IF YOU CHECK
WITH ME
BEFORE YOU LEAVE
IN THE MORNING...
MAYBE IT'LL BE READY.
THANK YOU.
YOU OWE ME ONE!
ABSOLUTELY.
[SIGHS]
"YOU OWE ME ONE"?
[TICKING]
[SIGHS]
[SIGHS WEARILY]
[KNOCKING]
HEY.
DID YOU GET THOSE RESULTS?
WELL, THAT DEPENDS.
ON WHAT?
ON WHETHER YOU GO OUT
FOR COFFEE WITH ME.
[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]
[EXHALES UNCOMFORTABLY]
DR. PATEL...
RIGHT.
I'M REALLY BUSY
THIS WEEK, TOO.
UM...
[PAPERS RUSTLING]
THESE TWO... UH, THEY ARE NOT
THE BIOLOGICAL PARENTS
OF THIS INDIVIDUAL.
WHAT?
YEAH, THEY'RE NOT RELATED
IN ANY WAY.
[EXHALES]: UH...
AND YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY SURE?
YEAH. 100%.
[GASPS]
ARE YOU OKAY?
[♪♪]
[BUTTONS BEEPING]
[BUSY SIGNAL]
HEY! SORRY, BUT
YOU'RE NOT A RESIDENT.
MY BOYFRIEND, CHRIS MAYFIELD,
HE'S IN 203.
I JUST NEED TO--
OHH... YOU'RE THE ONES
MAKING ALL THAT RACKET
THE OTHER NIGHT.
YEAH. SORRY ABOUT THAT.
LOOK, I KNOW HE'S HOME,
HE'S PROBABLY JUST
IN THE SHOWER OR SOMETHING,
AND CAN'T HEAR THE BUZZER.
OKAY, BUT
JUST THIS ONCE.
THANKS.
[MAN GRUNTS]
CHRIS?
YOU LEFT THE DOOR OPEN.
CHRIS, WAKE UP.
[FAUCET RUNNING]
CHRIS? MY DAD LIED.
THEY'RE NOT REALLY MY--
[SHRIEKS]
[BEGINS SOBBING]:
OH, MY GOD! OH...
[GASPING AND SOBBING]:
OH, OH...
[QUIET GRUNT]
OH... I'M HERE.
OH, MY GOD.
YOUR FATHER...
WHAT?
[STAMMERING, GASPING]
WHAT?
YOUR FATHER... WANTS...
[GASPING]
WHAT?
[CRYING]
[GLASS SHATTERING]
[KNIFE BLADE SCRAPING]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[ELSA GASPING AND SOBBING]
HEY!
I'M SORRY,
I'M SO SORRY!
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
HELLO?
[DAVID]:
MORNING, KIDDO.
HOW WAS WORK?
[CONCERNED]:
ELSA?
[WEEPING UNCONTROLLABLY]:
OH, MY GOD... OH, MY GOD...
ELSA, WHAT'S WRONG?
EL, WHAT IS IT?
CHRIS IS DEAD!
WHAT?
WHAT HAPPENED?
WHERE ARE YOU?
YOU LIED TO ME!
YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!
ELSA? EL,
WE HAVE TO TALK.
I'M CALLING 911.
NO, DON'T. DON'T
TALK TO THE POLICE.
IF YOU DO,
YOU'LL END UP DEAD.
ISABEL WILL END UP
DEAD, I PROMISE.
WHAT?
LOOK, YOU WILL BOTH
BE KILLED.
NOW, MEET ME
AT THE DUSK MOTEL
IN TWO HOURS.
11:00, EL.
IF YOU DON'T DO IT--
[ENDS CALL]
LOOKS LIKE
YOU'RE HAVING A BAD DAY.
[GASPS]
WOW...
REALLY BAD.
I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING,
I SWEAR!
HEY! I BELIEVE YOU.
I DO...
SOPHIE.
WHO ARE YOU?
I'M AGENT JAKE FARBER,
D.E.A.
ALL RIGHT?
ALL RIGHT, I GOT
CHRIS'S NUMBER
OFF THE HOTLINE.
I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU
ALL MORNING.
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?
[SIRENS WAILING ON APPROACH]
YOUR FATHER...
JERRY FONTAINE.
THAT'S HIS REAL NAME.
ALL RIGHT?
YOU DIDN'T TOUCH ANYTHING
IN THERE, DID YOU?
I-- I ONLY--
LOOK, I'M NOT ASKING
WHAT HAPPENED, ALL RIGHT?
BUT YOU GOT BLOOD
ALL OVER YOUR HANDS,
YOU GOT FINGERPRINTS
ALL OVER THE APARTMENT--
YOUR ONLY CHOICE
IS GOING TO BE
EITHER GOING TO JAIL,
OR COMING WITH ME.
ALL RIGHT? LET'S GO.
[SIRENS DRAWING NEARER]
GET IN.
KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN.
[DINERS CHATTING QUIETLY]
AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE TOLD YOU,
WHY NOT JUST
TAKE ME IN NOW?
LET THE POLICE DECIDE?
BECAUSE I KNOW
YOU DIDN'T KILL HIM.
HOW DO YOU KNOW?
COME ON,
DO YOU REALLY THINK
I'D BE SITTING HERE
WITH YOU
IF I THOUGHT YOU HAD?
YOU FORCED
DAVID CARTER'S HAND
WHEN YOU RESPONDED
TO OUR "DO YOU
KNOW ME?" AD.
YOUR AD?
YEAH, THE D.E.A.
PUT IT OUT THERE.
BUT WHY WOULD
MY DAD KILL CHRIS?
WAS HE CURIOUS?
WAS HE ASKING
A LOT OF QUESTIONS?
THAT'S ALL IT TAKES.
COULD'VE BLOWN
HIS COVER.
I WANT YOU TO TAKE ME
TO JERRY FONTAINE--
"DAVID CARTER."
BUT HE'S
THE PRIME SUSPECT
IN A CASE THAT WE'VE
BEEN TRYING TO CRACK
FOR ALMOST 20 YEARS.
A CASE THAT INVOLVES
A LOT OF MONEY
THAT DOESN'T BELONG TO HIM.
I CAN'T GO TO THE POLICE.
HE SAID THAT IF I DO,
I'LL END UP DEAD,
ISABEL WILL END UP DEAD.
WELL, THAT'S ASSUMING
SHE'S STILL ALIVE.
OR WE CAN JUST CUT STRAIGHT
TO THE EMOTIONAL BLACKMAIL.
WHO DO YOU CARE MOST ABOUT?
YOUR SO-CALLED "DAD",
DAVID CARTER,
OR LITTLE ISABEL
IN THE HANDS OF A GUY
THAT YOU AND I
ARE BOTH PRETTY SURE
MURDERED
YOUR BOYFRIEND?
SHIFT THAT PRETTY
LITTLE BRAIN OF YOURS
INTO GEAR
AND GIVE IT SOME THOUGHT.
I'M SUPPOSED TO MEET HIM
AT 11:00...
AT A MOTEL WE ALWAYS GO TO,
THE DUSK MOTEL.
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]:
ROGER, DISPATCH.
THE OTHER DRIVER
IS IN CRITICAL CONDITION.
WHAT'S THE STATUS ON
THE EMERGENCY PERSONNEL? OVER.
[POLICE EXCHANGE CONTINUES]
WHAT KIND OF PLACE
IS THIS?
[ELSA]: WE USED TO
CALL IT OUR "SUMMER SECRET."
ALWAYS A VACANCY.
CALL HIM.
SEE IF HE'S STILL THERE.
WENT STRAIGHT
TO VOICEMAIL.
CALL HIS MOTEL.
HERE.
[SIGHS]
DUSK MOTEL.
YEAH. HI.
THIS IS AGENT JAKE FARBER.
HAS A DAVID CARTER CHECKED IN?
[SIGHS]
YOUR OLD MAN
ALREADY CHECKED OUT.
SHE SAID HE SEEMED
REALLY NERVOUS.
HE DIDN'T WAIT FOR ME?
WHERE ELSE WOULD HE HAVE GONE?
THINK!
I DON'T KNOW,
I DON'T KNOW!
BULL.
COME ON, THINK!
I DON'T KNOW.
I DON'T KNOW WHERE
THEY COULD HAVE GONE.
MAYBE I SHOULD JUST
TURN YOU OVER TO
THE COPS UP THERE, HUH?
DO YOU REMEMBER
WHAT DAVID CARTER SAID
HE'D DO TO ISABEL
IF YOU GOT A HOLD
OF THE POLICE?
YOU SHOULD BELIEVE HIM.
[SNIFFLES]
OCEAN SHORE.
WHAT'S IN OCEAN SHORE?
FRIEND OF MY DAD'S
HAS A SORT OF CABIN THERE.
FIND IT.
[STARTS TO OPEN DOOR]
PUT YOUR SEATBELT ON.
[SHUTS DOOR]
I HAVE TO PEE.
HOLD IT.
NICE.
LOOK, WE EITHER STOP,
OR I'M PISSING
IN YOUR CAR.
IT'S YOUR CHOICE.
OKAY, OKAY, OKAY.
I'M COMING WITH YOU.
SUIT YOURSELF.
BATHROOM?
[SNAPS]: WHAT,
ARE YOU GOING TO WATCH?
OKAY, OKAY.
MAKE IT QUICK.
[SIGHS ANXIOUSLY]
HEY! HURRY UP IN THERE.
I'M GOING AS FAST AS I CAN!
WHAT?
ELSA?
ELSA!
[CRASHING]
DAMMIT.
DAMMIT!
[RUSTLING]
[groans]
[TV METEOROLOGIST]:
FORECAST--
SHOWERS, HEAVY AT TIMES,
WITH OCCASIONAL THUNDER STORMSTODAY,
AND A HIGH OF 89 DEGREES...
CALIFORNIA IT IS.
[NEWS REPORTER]:
...
IN A DOWNTOWN LOFT,
WHERE ELSA CARTER
WAS LAST SPOTTED
FLEEING THE SCENE,
HER HANDS COVERED IN BLOOD.
NOW, THE VICTIM HERE
WAS CHRIS MAYFIELD,
SON OF PUBLISHING MAGNATE
FRANZ MAYFIELD.
THE POLICE SUSPECT
THAT DAVID CARTER,
ELSA'S FATHER,
MIGHT BE MEETING UP
WITH HIS DAUGHTER TO HELP HER.
THE NEIGHBORS CONFIRMED THAT,
BEFORE THE POLICE ARRIVED,
THEY SAW DAVID CARTER
PULL THE YOUNGER SISTER
INTO THE CAR
AND SPEED AWAY.
OH, MY GOD, IZ...
THE POLICE ALSO SAID
THAT DAVID CARTER ACCESSED
A SAFETY DEPOSIT BOX
AT A TUKWILA BANK
BEFORE HE FLED.
WELL, THE ASSUMPTION
HERE IS THAT,
HE'S GETTING THE MONEY
TO HELP HIS DAUGHTER
ELUDE JUSTICE.
ELSA CARTER
AND HER RICH BOYFRIEND...
A PRINCE-AND-THE-PAUPER
FAIRY-TALE
THAT ENDED
IN A BRUTAL MURDER.
[♪♪]
[P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT]:
THE 11:00 P.M. BUS
TO WHITE ROCK, CARLSBAD,
ENCINITAS, AND SAN DIEGO
IS NOW BOARDING.
[♪♪]
[FLIPS PHONE SHUT]
SCREW THE OTHER CASE.
YOU'RE DOWN THERE.
I'M NOT GOING
AFTER HER ALONE.
WE HAD AN AGREEMENT.
LASHLEY... LASHLEY!
THIS IS THE BREAK
WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR, MAN,
SINCE TIJUANA.
MEET ME
IN SAN DIEGO.
CALL ME WHEN
YOU'RE CLOSE.
[DIAL TONE]
THE LITTLE SNOT.
[♪♪]
ELSA?
I'M ALEC ROOKER.
DAVID CARTER SENT ME.
[HORN HONKS]
[♪♪]
[TRAIN BELL DINGS]
[♪♪]
IZ, WHERE ARE YOU?
CHRIS...
[SNIFFLES]
[CRYING]
[♪♪]
LOOK, ROOKER,
WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?
YOU GOT THERE
TOO LATE?
YEAH, I MISSED HER.
DAMMIT. THEN YOU GOTTA GO
TO SAN FRANCISCO.
I GOT THE ADDRESS
AND THE ARTICLE YOU FAXED ME.
SHE'S GOING TO
TRY TO FIND JOE.
YOU'D BETTER
GET TO HER FIRST.
UH-HUH.
GOING THERE NEXT.
[WAVES LAPPING SHORE]
OH, MY GOD.
IS THAT A ROSETTA?
[♪♪]
[PHONE LINE RINGING]
[RECEPTIONIST]:
WELCOME TO ROSETTA.
MAY THE LIGHT
ENGULF YOU.
HI, UH, SAME TO YOU.
UM, I WAS WONDERING
IF YOU, UM, KNEW,
OR IF YOU KNEW ANYONE
NAMED MARSARETTI?
MARSARETTI?
DO YOU MEAN TINA?
YES! UH, TINA MARSARETTI.
SHE'S TINA BASILE NOW.
SHE TOOK BACK
HER MAIDEN NAME
AFTER THE DIVORCE.
TINA WAS ONE
WE COULDN'T HEAL.
D-DID SHE DIE?
NO, NO, NO.
SHE JUST NEVER
FOUND THE LIGHT.
AH... THANKS.
ANY IDEA
WHERE I COULD FIND HER?
LAST I HEARD,
SHE MOVED NORTH OF HERE,
TO GILROY.
THANKS.
[DIALS]
[OPERATOR]:
CITY AND STATE, PLEASE.
GILROY, CALIFORNIA.
TINA BASILE.
THE NUMBER IS...
932-555-6217.
[HANGS UP]
[EXHALES NERVOUSLY]
[DIALING]
[LINE RINGING]
[ANSWERING MACHINE]:
HI. IT'S TINA.
I'M NOT HOME,
BUT YOU CAN LEAVE A MESSAGE
AND I'LL CALL YOU BACK.
[SLAMS RECEIVER DOWN]
SO WHAT'S HER NEXT MOVE?
MOMMY OR DADDY?
WHAT DO YOU GOT?
JOE MARSARETTI'S INFO.
THIS IS A MAN THAT
DID NOT WANT TO BE FOUND.
HIDDEN UNDER A SLEW OF ALIASES.
HE'S JOE DRESCOTT NOW.
CHIEF OF STAFF
FOR THE KENTOR-SENATOR CAMPAIGN
IN SAN FRAN.
[SCOFFS IN DISBELIEF]
JOE MARSARETTI.
FROM DRUG TRAFFICKING
TO POLITICS, HUH?
[CHUCKLES]
I BET THE FUTURE SENATOR
WOULDN'T BE TOO HAPPY
IF HE FOUND OUT ABOUT
HIS CHIEF OF STAFF'S PAST.
WHY DON'T WE TIP OFF THE PRESS?
CONSIDER IT DONE.
THAT'LL MAKE HIM SWEAT.
SO WE CAN GO AFTER JOE,
EVEN WITH ALL OF THE ALIASES?
DADDY IT IS.
[♪♪]
[TINA, SLURRING]:
THE DOOR'S OPEN.
I'M SO TIRED,
FRANK...
UH... IT'S NOT FRANK.
UM...
[TREMBLING]
I'M SOPHIE.
[GASPS AND GRUNTS]
SOPHIE...
[TINA SOBBING]
[STARTS SOBBING]
[SNIFFLES]
I DON'T HAVE MUCH
IN THE WAY OF BREAKFAST.
[LAUGHS]
[LIGHTLY SOBBING]
[TAKES A DEEP BREATH]
HERE...
[TINA RIFLES
THROUGH CUPBOARDS]
SORRY...
UH, NO, NO.
NO, IT'S GREAT.
I DON'T EAT MUCH
MYSELF.
DO YOU MIND IF I...
I JUST...
[LIGHTER CLICKING]
[SETS PARAPHERNALIA DOWN]
[LETS OUT A BREATH]
YOU WERE RAISED NICE.
HMM?
HMM?
YEAH.
YEAH, I WAS.
YOU WOULD'VE BEEN
ALL I HAD...
AFTER YOUR BROTHERS
WERE GONE.
MY BROTHERS?
NICK...
NICK--
[VOICE BREAKS]: ...AND...
...LUKE.
[STARTS SOBBING]
WHAT HAPPENED?
JOE HAPPENED...
THIS HAPPENED...
TOOK 'EM BOTH.
DEAD AND IN JAIL.
BOTH GONE.
[SNIFFLES]
THIS... THIS IS, UM...
THIS IS...
[SNIFFLING]
UM...
THIS IS JOE.
YOUR FATHER.
SEE?
AND OUR CREW,
JERRY AND ANGELA FONTAINE.
JERRY WAS JOE'S PARTNER.
SOME DAMN PARTNER...
[LAUGHS BITTERLY]
DID THEY RAISE YOU?
YEAH.
WHY DID THEY TAKE ME?
PLEASE?
I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED
ALL THOSE YEARS AGO.
OH, GOD, I NEED
TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED
ALL THOSE YEARS AGO.
YOU WERE THERE.
YOUR FATHER WAS THERE.
[SNIFFLING]
WHY DID THE FONTAINES
TAKE ME?
YOUR FATHER KNOWS.
WHICH FATHER?
YEAH, THAT'S A GOOD QUESTION.
WHICH ONE OF THOSE...
HAS THE RIGHT TO CALL HIMSELF--
YOU KNOW, HE TRIES...
HE TRIES TO BUY ME.
HE THINKS HE'S GOD
BECAUSE HE HAS ALL THIS MONEY...
THAT YOU'RE LOOKING AT.
I KNOW IT'S BLOOD MONEY,
SO I DON'T TAKE IT.
I WON'T... TAKE IT.
WHO?
SHH!
SHH.
EVERYONE'S LISTENING
TO EVERYTHING WE SAY,
WATCHING US...
DAY AND NIGHT.
MM-MM.
I WON'T.
[GIGGLES DELIRIOUSLY]
SOMEBODY THAT I LOVE...
IS IN TROUBLE.
AND, TO FIND HER,
YOU HAVE TO TELL ME
WHAT HAPPENED--
[RECOILS AND GASPS]
TELL ME
ABOUT THE FONTAINES.
[CRIES OUT HYSTERICALLY]:
THE EGGS ARE CRACKING! LOOK!
LOOK OVER THERE.
THERE, THERE!
THERE, AND OVER THERE!
RIGHT OVER THERE.
IS THIS THE SAME JOE?
IS HE MY FATHER?
DON'T-- DON'T TOUCH THAT!
DON'T TOUCH THAT!
THAT IS BLOOD MONEY!
THAT IS
THE DEVIL'S MONEY!
[GASPS IN HORROR]
HE'S LISTENING!
OH, MY GOD!
OH...
OH, MY GOD!
HE'S HERE...
[PANICKED]: HE'S HERE...
[SOBS SOFTLY]
[♪♪]
[TERRIFIED]:
GET OUT. GET OUT.
GET OUT!
[CRYING]: GET OUT!
[KEYS JINGLING]
GET OUT!
[SHRIEKING]
[WAILING]: STOP!
STOP!
IF YOU TOUCH
ANYTHING,
HE'LL GET YOU!
[SHRIEKS]: HE'LL GET YOU!
HE'LL KILL YOU!
STOP! HE'LL KILL YOU!
[TINA SHRIEKING WILDLY]
[TIRES SQUEALING]
[SIGHS WEARILY]
I'M LOOKING
FOR JOE DRESCOTT.
MR. DRESCOTT
ISN'T HERE TODAY.
CAN YOU TELL ME
WHERE I CAN FIND HIM?
[KEYS CLACKING]
BEFORE YOU BLOW ME OFF,
I THINK IT'S ONLY FAIR
I TELL YOU
THAT I'M FAMILY,
THAT I'VE RECENTLY GRADUATED,
AND THAT AN ENTRY-LEVEL POSITION
AT A COMPANY LIKE THIS...
...SAY AS A RECEPTIONIST
LIKE YOURSELF...
MIGHT BE IDEAL.
UH, VACANCIES
PERMITTING,
OF COURSE.
[♪♪]
[YELPS]
DON'T RUN AWAY.
I'M HERE TO HELP,
BUT I'LL HURT YOU
IF I HAVE TO.
GET OFF OF ME!
HEY, MAN!
[♪♪]
[REPORTER]:
MR. KENTOR!
A COUPLE
OF QUICK QUESTIONS--
[REPORTERS CLAMORING]
[♪♪]
[REPORTER #2]: WILL YOU STAY ON
IN LIGHT OF THESE CHARGES?
[CLAMORING CONTINUES]
[REPORTER #3]:
THESE ALLEGATIONS...
[REPORTER #4]: A COUPLE
OF QUESTIONS, SIR.
MR. KENTOR-- A COUPLE
OF QUESTIONS, PLEASE?
ABOUT A MEMBER
OF YOUR STAFF.
SIR?
ARE YOU AWARE THAT
MR. DRESCOTT BOUGHT FAVORS
FROM LAW ENFORCEMENT
OFFICIALS IN MEXICO
TO GET OFF DRUG CHARGES?
THOSE ACCUSATIONS
ARE COMPLETELY GROUNDLESS,
AND I'LL HAVE
A STATEMENT TOMORROW.
SIR!
[SENATOR]: COME NOVEMBER,
I'LL BE STEERING
THIS GREAT STATE OF OURS
INTO A NEW ERA OF PROSPERITY.
IN THE MEANTIME,
I'VE GOT TO GET UPSTAIRS
TO THE BANQUET
TO BORE THE PEOPLE
WHO FORKED OVER $2,000 A PLATE
FOR A PIECE OF FISH.
NOW, THAT'S A GENUINE SCANDAL.
THANK YOU.
[ELSA]: JOE!
JOE!
JOE!
IT'S ME... SOPHIE.
SOPHIE.
I NEED TO TALK TO YOU.
COME UP TO THE BANQUET
WITH US.
IT'S ALL RIGHT.
MR. DRESCOTT!
SORRY, GUYS,
SHE'S PART OF THE CAMPAIGN.
I'LL BE UP
IN ONE SECOND.
YOU CAN'T BE HERE. WHAT?
YOU HAVE TO GO NOW.
NICE TO MEET YOU
TOO, DAD.
HOW DID YOU FIND ME?
DID JERRY SEND YOU?
NO.
THEN HOW DID YOU
FIND ME?
LOOK, I FOUND YOU,
OKAY?
MY DAD... HE TOOK
MY SISTER, ISABEL.
SHE'S IN TROUBLE.
I NEED YOUR HELP.
I CAN'T HELP YOU.
I'M SURE YOU KNOW
MORE THAN I DO.
THE D.E.A. PUT IT OUT.
THE D.E.A.?
A GUY CALLED FARBER.
AGENT JAKE FARBER?
I'M WANTED FOR A MURDER
IN SEATTLE.
MY BOYFRIEND.
CHRIS MAYFIELD.
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?
I NEED YOUR HELP
TO FIND MY SISTER.
I CAN'T GO TO THE POLICE.
I HAVE NOWHERE ELSE TO TURN.
I CAN'T GET
INVOLVED IN THIS.
I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF
THE BIGGEST THING THAT--
I'VE BEEN OUT OF YOUR LIFE
FOR 19 YEARS,
AND AS FAR AS I KNOW,
YOU NEVER CAME LOOKING.
IF THAT'S HOW
YOU WANT IT, FINE.
I'VE MET SOME GREAT REPORTERS
WHO WOULD TAKE ME IN.
MAYBE WHILE I'M WITH THEM,
I COULD TELL THEM
ALL ABOUT MY AMAZING DAD.
OKAY.
BUT ONLY ONE NIGHT.
AND YOU HAVE TO LAY LOW,
STAY OFF THE PRESS'S RADAR.
HERE'S MY ADDRESS.
I'LL BE THERE
IN A COUPLE OF HOURS.
I CAN'T GO OUTSIDE.
THERE'S A GUY
FOLLOWING ME.
I'LL CALL DOWN TO OUR DRIVER.
MEET HIM IN THE VIP GARAGE.
REMEMBER... ONE NIGHT.
[♪♪]
"I'D LIKE TO THANK ALL OF YOU
FOR COMING THIS EVENING..."
WHY NOW?
WHO'S PUTTING THEM UP TO THIS?
IT'S OKAY, DONALD.
IT'S NOTHING.
NOTHING IS "NOTHING" TO THEM
RIGHT NOW.
LET ME TELL YOU
SOMETHING.
THEY'RE GOING TO LOOK
UNDER EVERY ROCK
AND TRY TO FIND A WAY
TO SCREW ME.
DONALD,
THEY WON'T FIND ANYTHING.
YOU GOING TO TELL ME
WHO THAT WAS?
SHE AND I, WE, UM--
LAST YEAR,
SHE WAS THE "DISTRACTION"
I TOLD YOU ABOUT.
SHE DIDN'T EVEN LOOK
OLD ENOUGH
TO VOTE
THIS
YEAR.
[EMCEE]:
AND NOW, THE MAN
WHO THIS GREAT STATE
HAS BEEN WAITING FOR...
ANYTHING THAT
ATTRACTS ATTENTION TO US
IS A PROBLEM.
I DON'T CARE WHO SHE IS.
I WANT HER GONE
BY TONIGHT.
[EMCEE]:
...DONALD KENTOR!
[CROWD APPLAUDING]
AHH, VERY SEXY!
NICE HAIR.
THANKS.
IT'S ALL, UH,
VERY IMPRESSIVE, HUH?
BUT, UH, LIKE MY MOM
USED TO SAY,
WHERE THERE'S MONEY,
THERE'S BLOOD.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
LOOK, JOE STARTED
HIS CAREER OFF
BY SMUGGLING DOPE IN
FROM MEXICO.
THE PUBLIC'S JUST NOW
FINDING OUT ABOUT IT.
ALL RIGHT? SO YOU NEED
TO COME WITH ME.
BECAUSE NOTHING GOOD'S GOING TO
COME OUT OF HANGING WITH DADDY.
IT'S YOU OR DADDY,
AND THE LAST I SAW YOU,
YOU WERE GOING TO DUMP ME
WITH THE COPS
AND I WAS GOING TO SPEND
ABOUT A LIFETIME IN JAIL.
SO, NO OFFENSE,
BUT I THINK JOE
IS MY BEST SHOT
FOR FINDING ISABEL
AT THE MOMENT.
DON'T BE STUPID!
ALL RIGHT?
NOW, HE'S NOT
GOING TO HELP YOU.
ONLY I CAN DO THAT,
BUT I NEED YOU
TO WORK WITH ME.
I ALREADY TOLD YOU,
I DON'T KNOW
WHERE THEY ARE.
AND YOU'RE HURTING ME!
WELL.
[DRIVER]: ARE YOU SOPHIE?
EVERYTHING OKAY?
JUST... DANDY.
YOU'VE GOT TILL TOMORROW.
ALL RIGHT?
SO PUT YOUR
THINKING CAP ON.
I'M DOING YOU
A FAVOR.
ALL RIGHT?
CALL ME.
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
LEAVE ME ALONE! STOP IT! NO!
SOPHIE?
SOPHIE?
HIS PROTECTION?
YEAH, RIGHT.
[SIGHS]
[♪♪]
[LOUD BANG]
YOU'VE GOT TO--
LEAVE.
YEAH, I KNOW,
YOU MADE THAT
PERFECTLY CLEAR YESTERDAY.
YOU SHOULD GET DRESSED.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
I'LL BE RIGHT BACK.
[EXHALES HEAVILY]
[SIGHS]
[KENTOR]:
YOU IDIOT!
THE FEDS WANT THIS GIRL
FOR KILLING
HER DAMN BOYFRIEND.
WHO IS SHE?
WHY DID SHE SHOW UP
AT ONE OF MY FUNDRAISERS
ON THE DAY
ALL THIS COMES DOWN?
I KNOW, DONALD... I--
SHE'S MY DAUGHTER.
WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?
ARE YOU NUTS?
DONALD, PLEASE.
WHO ARE YOU, JOE?
ALL THESE RUMORS.
SOMEBODY WANTS TO DRIVE
A STAKE THROUGH YOUR HEART
AND I AM NOT GOING TO BE
BROUGHT DOWN WITH YOU!
SHE'S MY DAUGHTER, DONALD.
WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO?
YOU MAKE HER GO WAY.
YOU UNDERSTAND ME?
OR I WILL.
I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT.
OKAY...
LOOK.
I'M GOING TO HAVE A QUICK BITE.
WHY DON'T YOU FILL UP
BEFORE YOU LEAVE?
REALLY?
I MAKE THE BEST EGGS
THIS SIDE OF SAN FRANCISCO.
YOU MUST BE STARVING
AFTER ALL YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH.
YEAH, I AM KIND OF HUNGRY.
YOU WANT TO GRAB
A COUPLE OF PLATES?
THEY'RE UP TOP HERE.
SURE.
"STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE..."
WHAT?
I USED TO CALL YOU
MY LITTLE STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE
BECAUSE...
YOUR BIRTHMARK LOOKED
LIKE A STRAWBERRY.
SOPHIE...
GET OUT,
GET AS FAR AWAY FROM HERE
AS POSSIBLE.
WHAT?
YOU HEARD ME.
I'M SORRY, BUT--
BUT I THOUGHT
YOU WERE GOING TO HELP ME.
YOU HAVE TO LEAVE NOW.
THERE ARE A LOT OF
PEOPLE AFTER YOU.
IT'S TOO RISKY.
BUT YOU HAVEN'T
TOLD ME ANYTHING!
THERE ARE WOODS
BEYOND THE VINEYARDS.
JUST GO,
DON'T COME BACK.
I'M HELPING YOU,
I PROMISE.
I NEED TO MAKE A CALL.
TAKE MY CELL.
DESTROY IT
WHEN YOU'RE FINISHED.
TOO MANY NUMBERS. NOW GO!
[DOOR SHUTS]
[♪♪]
I NEED YOUR HELP.
[♪♪]
[STARTS ENGINE]
UH, FRED LASHLEY,
SAN DIEGO D.E.A.
SORRY ABOUT ALL THE DRAMA
IN YOUR LIFE.
I GUESS IT'S GOING
TO GET WORSE
BEFORE IT GETS BETTER, HUH?
CHIP? NO?
WELL, MISERY
LOVES COMPANY.
I MEAN, MY WIFE
IS TOTALLY TAKING ME
TO THE CLEANERS
RIGHT NOW.
SHUT THE HELL UP.
[SIGHS]
SOMEBODY YOU KNOW BACK THERE?
YEAH, IT'S ROOKER.
SAID DAVID CARTER
SENT HIM.
WELL,
ISN'T THAT PERFECT.
YOU'RE SURE IT'S ONE
OF CARTER'S GUYS?
THAT'S WHAT HE SAID.
COME ON.
HOW ELSE AM I GOING TO
FIND ISABEL?
GOT IT.
ALEC ROOKER.
HE'S GOT A SHEET A MILE LONG.
IF ROOKER
TAKES THE BAIT,
THEN-- THEN HE CAN
LEAD US STRAIGHT TO CARTER.
ARE YOU REALLY UP FOR THIS?
[SIGHS HEAVILY]
I WANT MY SISTER.
AND WE WANT CARTER.
TRANSMITTER.
EMITS A GPS SIGNAL.
NOT GOING TO LOSE YOU,
SO DON'T WORRY.
I'M GOING TO TURN IN.
YOU LOOK OUT FOR HER
ON THE NIGHT SHIFT.
I WILL TAKE OVER
IN THE A.M.
[EXHALES CONTENTEDLY]
THEN IT'S ALL SYSTEMS GO.
SLEEP WELL, KITTENS.
DADDY'S IN
THE NEXT ROOM.
[DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS]
WHERE AM I SLEEPING?
HE REALLY DIDN'T FIGHT
TO BE WITH ME, DID HE?
WHO?
JOE.
I THOUGHT
THAT WHEN I FOUND HIM
THAT IT WOULD FIX EVERYTHING.
ME AND MY LONG-LOST FATHER
WOULD WALK OFF HAPPILY
INTO THE SUNSET.
YEAH, WELL,
FROM MY EXPERIENCE...
FAMILY NEVER HAS A HAPPY ENDING.
I MEAN, MY STEP-DAD...
HE'S THE SAME AS YOUR DAD.
HE WOULDN'T FIGHT FOR ME
IF HIS LIFE DEPENDED ON IT.
JERK.
BUT YOU TURNED OUT OKAY.
YOU THINK?
[CHUCKLES]
YEAH.
THANKS.
I'M GOING TO GO HAVE
THE FIRST SHOWER.
[TURNS WATER ON]
[SHOUTING AND SPLASHING IN POOL]
[♪♪]
[STUN GUN ZAPPING]
WE STILL GOT HER.
WE'RE LUCKY
HE DIDN'T ZAP OUR GPS, MAN.
[♪♪]
[ROOKER]: IT'LL BE OVER SOON.
[ELSA GRUNTING WEAKLY]
HOLD ON.
[TIRES SQUEALING]
[TRUCK BACKUP SIGNAL
BEEPING]
[BRAKES SCREECHING]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
DAMN!
WE STILL GOT HER. GO AROUND.
[♪♪]
[ROOKER GRUNTING]
COME ON, LET'S GO.
LET'S GO. COME ON.
[ELSA GROANING WEAKLY]
[GRUNTS]
[GROANING]
[ROOKER]:
NOW, YOU JUST LIE STILL.
I'M GOING
TO MAKE A PHONE CALL,
AND IT'S ALL GOING
TO BE WORKED OUT, OKAY?
THERE'S NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT,
I SWEAR.
[TOUCH-TONE PHONE DIALING]
[DAVID]: HELLO?
CARTER, I HAVE HER.
GOOD.
SHE'S NOT COMING EASILY.
WHY NOT?
I HAD TO SEDATE HER
A LITTLE.
WHY ON EARTH--
SHE'S AFRAID OF YOU, OKAY?
YOU'VE GOT TO TALK TO HER,
CALM HER DOWN, MAN.
MAKE HER TRUST ME.
[LASHLEY CHUCKLES
AS LOCATOR BEEPS]
YEAH! ALL RIGHT.
CALL THE D.E.A.
AND GET THE ADDRESS,
ALL RIGHT.
[MEN CHUCKLING]
[ROOKER]:
YOUR SISTER'S GETTING ON.
[ALARMED]: WHAT?
HEY!
[IZZIE]:
EL!
[ELSA]:
IZ!
EL, I KNOW
YOU DIDN'T KILL CHRIS.
YOU COULDN'T.
YOU'VE GOT TO COME
WITH THIS MAN.
[DAVID]:ROOKER.
ROOKER. HE'S TRYING
TO BRING YOU TO US.
[GASPS WITH EFFORT]
SWEETIE,
HOW DO I KNOW...
HE'S NOT MAKING YOU SAY THAT?
[POUNDING AT DOOR]
WHO IS IT?
MOTEL MANAGEMENT!
I SAW YOU
BRING SOMEBODY IN.
NOW THIS IS A SINGLE
OCCUPATION THERE, FELLA.
[GRUNTS]
HOW ABOUT I MAKE IT UP
TO YOU?
SAY, 50 BUCKS?
["MANAGER"]: 50?
IT'S GOT TO BE
RIGHT NOW, THOUGH.
YEAH, HOLD ON.
JEEZ!
[FARBER]:
EL,
ARE YOU OKAY?
[ELSA]:
WHY
DID YOU DO THAT?
HE WAS GOING
TO TAKE ME TO ISABEL.
HE WAS LYING TO YOU.
CARTER'S GOING
TO HAVE YOU KILLED.
COME ON, YOU'VE GOT
TO COME WITH ME.
COME ON.
[DOOR SHUTS]
LOOK, WE, UH, WE TRACKED
CARTER'S NUMBER.
WE'RE JUST WAITING
FOR HIS ADDRESS, ALL RIGHT.
SO WE CAN FIND ISABEL?
THAT'S THE PLAN,
SENORITA.
WHY DON'T YOU JUST
LIE BACK THERE
AND GET YOURSELF SOME SLEEP?
YOU LOOK LIKE
YOU COULD USE SOME.
I GOT TO STOP
AND MAKE ANOTHER CALL.
[♪♪]
WHY ARE WE STOPPING?
THIS IS WHERE
WE'RE MEETING JERRY--
I MEAN, UH,
DAVID CARTER.
HERE?
YEAH, WE'LL GO
CHECK IT OUT.
YOU STAY PUT.
COME ON. LET'S GO.
[DOOR-AJAR ALERTS DINGING]
[♪♪]
SOPHIE!
SOPHIE!
OH, THANK GOD.
THANK GOD.
WHAT ARE YOU
DOING HERE?
AGENT FARBER CALLED,
SAID YOU NEEDED MY HELP.
I'M NOT GOING TO
LET YOU DOWN AGAIN.
GOD, I AM SO SORRY.
I WOULDN'T HAVE PUT MONEY
ON YOU ACTUALLY SHOWING UP.
ARE YOU ACTUALLY
DOING SOMETHING
FOR ONE OF YOUR KIDS
FOR ONCE?
WHO IS THAT?
YEAH, A MAN'S VOICE
CHANGES A LOT AFTER 19 YEARS.
19 YEARS AS A
GRINGO
IN A MEXICAN LOCK-UP.
A HOLE THAT YOUR OWN
STEP-DAD PUT YOU INTO!
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA...
YOU DON'T
HAVE TO DO THIS.
HI, SIS.
THEY RAPED ME
THE FIRST DAY I WAS IN THERE.
BUT YOU KNEW THAT WOULD HAPPEN,
DIDN'T YOU, DAD?
WHEN YOU MADE YOUR DEAL
WITH THE
FEDERALES!
I WAS 18 YEARS OLD,
AND YOU SOLD ME OUT!
I WAS A KID!
I WAS YOUR KID, YOU SCUM!
LUKE, I-I-I KNOW--
NO! NO.
YOU DON'T GET TO EXPLAIN!
[SHOT FIRED, ELSA SHRIEKS]: NO!
IT WAS YOUR FAULT
THAT NICK DIED!
[JOE]: FONTAINE--
SHUT UP, YOU LIAR!
NO!
[RAGES]: NO!
NO! NO!
WHAT THE HELL
ARE YOU DOING?
THIS WAS ABOUT
THE MONEY!
NO ONE WAS SUPPOSED
TO GET HURT.
GIVE ME
THE DAMN GUN, OKAY?
I'M GOD NOW.
[FIRES]
[ELSA SCREAMING]: NO!
ARE YOU CRAZY?
COME ON!
[ELSA WEEPING]
DID YOU GET CARTER'S ADDRESS?
YEAH... MAN.
UH-- UH...
20 BAY... BAY CREEK ROAD.
HAILEY, IDAHO.
JEEZ,
GIVE ME THE DAMN GUN, MAN.
I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE.
WHAT?
LOOK, I APPRECIATE
THE D.E.A. I.D.
BUT THERE'S NO WAY
I'M SPLITTING MY MONEY
WITH ANYBODY 50-50.
[ELSA YELPS AS GUN FIRES]
[ELSA CRYING]
[SOBBING]: NO!
[CRIES OUT]
[SHRIEKS]
[GROANS]
[PROTESTING
AND SOBBING]: NO!
[ELSA SHRIEKING]
[♪♪]
DOING ALL RIGHT
BACK THERE,
MUCHACHA ?
YOU LOOK KIND OF HOT
ALL TIED UP LIKE THAT.
[CHUCKLES]
OH, COME ON.
YOU'LL LEARN TO LIKE ME,
I SWEAR.
ESPECIALLY
AFTER TOMORROW,
WHEN I'VE GOT
ALL THAT DISPOSABLE INCOME.
[GRUNTS]
YEAH, I KNEW YOUR
SO-CALLED FATHER CARTER
WOULDN'T TOUCH A PENNY
OF THAT MONEY
UNLESS HE THOUGHT
IT WAS AN EMERGENCY.
I GUESS HIS LITTLE TRIP
TO THE BANK PROVED THAT, HUH?
[CHUCKLES]:
WELL, THAT'S PAYDAY FOR ME,
AND PAYBACK TIME
FOR EVERYBODY ELSE.
THE SECOND I WAS RELEASED,
I HAD LASHLEY PUT OUT THAT AD.
BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS DAY
FOR THE LAST 20 YEARS,
AND SO FAR...
IT'S TURNED OUT
A LITTLE BIT BETTER
THAN I EXPECTED IT TO.
DO YOU KNOW,
I THINK THAT'S BECAUSE OF YOU,
SWEET LITTLE THING.
OH, COME ON,
DON'T BE CREEPED OUT.
PROBABLY NOT YOUR TYPE ANYWAY.
PROBABLY LIKE THOSE
PREPPY BOYS, HUH?
WELL...
YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO
START OVER NOW,
NOW THAT CHRIS
IS HISTORY, HUH?
YEAH.
CHRISSY, CHRISSY, CHRISSY.
BUT I HAD TO KILL HIM.
HELP DRAW YOU TO ME.
[ELSA GRUNTS]
[KILLS ENGINE]
TOO MUCH CAFFEINE.
I'LL BE BACK
IN ABOUT THREE MINUTES.
BE A GOOD GIRL.
[GRUNTING AND STRAINING]
[GASPS]
[♪♪]
[SCREAMS]
HELP!
SOMEBODY HELP ME!
[GROANING]
SOMEBODY HELP ME!
GET OUT OF THE CAR!
D.E.A. SHE'S A FELON.
[TIRES SQUEALING]
[♪♪]
[TOOTING HORN]
[BRAKES SCREECH]
STOP THE CAR, DAVID!
GET HER!
ELSA! ELSA!
DAD!
OH!
OH... OH, GOD.
OH...
HOW'S IZZIE?
SHE'S FINE.
SWEETHEART!
MOM!
WE HAVE TO
GET OUT OF HERE NOW.
ALL OF US.
HE'S HERE, MY BROTHER.
HE KILLED CHRIS!
LUKE? WHAT HAPPENED TO ROOKER,
THE GUY I SENT TO GET YOU?
HE KILLED HIM TOO, DAD.
I'M SO SORRY.
IT'S OKAY, IT'S OKAY.
GET IN THE CAR.
LET'S GO!
I WAS YOUNG AND STUPID.
IT WAS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE
A MONEY-LAUNDERING THING
IN MEXICO.
I HAD NO IDEA
ABOUT THE DRUG SIDELINE
THAT JOE AND LUKE HAD GOING...
UNTIL THAT DAY
AT THE BORDER, ANYWAY.
THERE WERE MORE COPS AND DOGS
THAN USUAL.
JOE PANICKED,
HE WANTED LUKE TO FORCE YOU
AND YOUR BROTHER
TO CARRY IT,
SWALLOW THE BAGS...
COCAINE.
[PROTESTING AND CRYING OUT]
NICK...
...ONE OF THE BAGS
BURST INSIDE HIM--
[COUGHING AND SPUTTERING]
HE ODed.
I GOT YOU OUT OF THERE
BEFORE LUKE COULD DO
THE SAME THING TO YOU.
WHEN CHRIS WAS KILLED,
WE PANICKED,
WE JUST ASSUMED IT WAS LUKE.
WE JUST DID
WHAT WE HAD TO DO
TO MAKE US ALL SAFE.
WE'VE GOT TO GET
IZZIE AND NANA
AND THEN WE'RE GOING TO GO
TO CHICAGO.
I KNOW SOME PEOPLE--
NANA?
MY MOTHER.
YOUR GRANDMOTHER.
THEY WOULD HAVE
FOUND US THROUGH HER,
SO WE HAD TO LEAVE.
OH, MY GOD.
YOU BOTH GAVE UP
SO MUCH FOR ME.
WELL, YOU'RE OUR DAUGHTER,
SO...
OH...
I LOVE YOU, BABY.
IZ!
UP THE STAIRS,
FIRST DOOR ON THE LEFT.
MOM?
[ELSA]: IZ?
[DOOR SHUTS]
WE'RE HERE!
[♪♪]
[ELSA GASPS]
DON'T SAY A WORD.
PLEASE DON'T HURT US.
[STRAINING]
DAVID?
SHE'S NOT HERE...
EL?
[PUTS RECEIVER DOWN]
DAVID, BE CAREFUL.
[SHOT FIRED, DAVID CRIES OUT]
DAVID!
OH, MY GOD!
OH, MY GOD.
LONG TIME
NO SEE, ANGIE.
HI, JERRY.
YOU KNOW, WE WOULD'VE
BEEN PERFECTLY FINE
AT THE MEXICAN BORDER
IF YOU'D JUST
LEFT ME ALONE.
SCREW YOU!
WHERE IS IT, JERRY?
WHERE IS ISABEL?
WHERE'S ANNA'S MOM?
YOU'RE LUCKY.
I DIDN'T
HAVE THE HEART
TO KILL A DEFENSELESS
OLD LADY.
AND THE GIRL?
SHE'S OKAY...
FOR NOW.
SHE'S MY INSURANCE
FOR YOUR GOOD BEHAVIOR.
BUT IF YOU DON'T
TELL ME WHERE IT IS--
[GASPS]
I SWEAR TO GOD,
I'M GOING TO LET HER
HAVE IT NOW.
FOR GOD'S SAKE,
TELL HIM!
IT'S IN THE KITCHEN,
UNDER THE SINK.
NEAR THE PANTRY.
PROGRESS.
[PANTING AND GASPING]
OH, SHUT UP.
[LUKE]: YOU GUYS
STAY RIGHT THERE.
I'VE KILLED A KID BEFORE.
I'LL DO IT AGAIN.
[WHEEZING]
[PHONE CRASHES ON FLOOR]
NOW, GET IT!
GET-- OW! OW! OHH!
[ELSA HITS,
LUKE GROANS]
COME ON.
I'VE GOT TO GET THE GUN.
NO, DON'T.
HE'LL SHOOT HER.
DO IT!
OPEN IT.
[UNZIPS BAG]
OPEN IT!
[CHUCKLES]: GIVE IT TO ME.
GIVE IT TO ME!
[IZZIE CRIES OUT]: GO!
[GRUNTS]
[GROANING]
[ANNA]: RUN, BABY! RUN!
[GRUNTING]
[♪♪]
[SHOT FIRED]
[YELPS AS GUN IS FIRED]
[SHOT FIRED]
NO!
NO! NO, GOD, NO!
OH... OH... NO!
THAT'S MY MONEY.
NO, NO, NO!
YOU CRAZY BITCH!
NO!
[IZZIE]: HELP!
IZ!
IZZIE!
IZ, I'M COMING!
EL!
[NICK COUGHING
AND SPUTTERING]
SWALLOW IT!
[YOUNG SOPHIE SHRIEKING]
GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!
IZ, I GOT YOU.
EL...
[GIRLS GRUNTING]
[LUKE ROARS]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[SPRAYING CAN]
[SCREAMING]
[IZZIE CHOKING]: EL...
[GROANING]
[GROWLS]
I'M YOUR BROTHER!
[CRIES OUT]
IZ! IZ...
I GOT YOU, BABY.
I GOT YOU.
COME ON, IZ.
COME ON, STAY WITH ME.
I'VE GOT YOU.
OH, GOD. OH, IZ.
COME ON.
COME ON, SWEETIE.
[IZZIE GASPS, COUGHS]
OH, MY GOD, SWEETIE.
BABY?!
OH, MY GOD.
IS SHE OKAY?
BREATHE, SWEETIE.
COME ON, BREATHE. MOMMY'S HERE.
OKAY.
THE THOUGHT
OF LOSING YOU...
YOU'RE NEVER
GOING TO LOSE ME, DAD.
YOU'RE MY FAMILY.
[♪♪]
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]
[♪♪]