Someone wants to kill me. It's a deliberate act,
- and I have to act first. - Meaning what?
I am going to remove each suspect's motive or opportunity to kill me.
- Carl, Brad, Roy... - You forgot a suspect... Claudia.
- Do you want to kill me? - No.
In my opinion, a 72-hour observation period
- would be most beneficial right now. - I had no choice.
You lying, backstabbing son-of-a-bitch!
You don't really think I would try and kill you over this?
You've got the wrong guy.
He's got a gun. Arrest him.
I don't have a gun, you can search me.
Carl Axelrod escaped from the hospital.
Professor Neumeyer gave that to me. He wanted me to have it.
- I don't care what he wants. - Give me that case!
Your brother-in-law is down at the station
screaming that Car/ stole his briefcase.
It gets worse. I sent some men to Carl’s loft.
There's something you've got to see.
This is where Carl proves that the universe will fall apart...
if I don't die by tomorrow.
Today.
If I wanted to present this as evidence, where would I start?
Evidence?
Yeah, you're the only one who understands it, and...
And I might be dead by sunrise.
My name is Jay Simpson. I am an attorney.
I represent Roy Bremmer.
- Where are you? Are the police there?
Yeah, they got here 10 minutes ago. When are you coming home?
- Is Jesse asleep? - Of course not.
We're leaving now.
The physics, I get... it's what you asked him to do.
- But why this? - Why?
So he can make sure that I die the way I'm supposed to,
down to the very last detail.
What do you mean there's no green Jeep Cherokee?
- Well, Mr... - I called, I checked.
I have a confirmation number, you guaranteed it.
That's why I came all the way out here.
Right, it's not back yet. It's supposed to be back...
How about a free upgrade?
- No. - No?
I need this car...
Stefani.
Do you understand?
Do you want me to take you back to your car?
No, it's at the "Buck Naked. " It's Friday.
I'm not going anywhere near it.
Bradley?
What the hell is going on down here?
What are you doing with that gun?
Bradley...? What are you doing?
Oh, my God, look at your head. What happened to your head?
What are you... Bradley, answer me! What are you doing with that gun?
I am trying to keep my marriage together
and to ensure our future,
which means I've got to get that case and I've got to get it right now.
Hey, Crabtree, you've got to stay awake.
"Stefani" is the most idiotic name. "Stefani" is for retards.
That's good.
- Is this all your luggage, sir? - Yes it is.
- Excuse me, excuse me. - Here, I'll get it.
- Thank you so much. - Oh, God, excuse me.
- Excuse me! - I just need to get my coffee.
- My coffee is still in there. - You're not supposed to do that...!
He's still got my coffee.
Look what he did to my luggage.
Hey, you've got to get back to your post.
What are you doing?
Claudia?
Claudia... Claudia!
Claudia... Claudia, there's somebody downstairs.
No, it's just the guards, honey.
No, they're gone, the guards are gone.
Damn it.
Okay, listen to me... what's your best hiding spot?
- Jesse, think. - Okay.
It's in the back of my dad's closet. There's a tiny crawlspace.
You're going to go in there and you're not going to come out
- until I tell you to come out, okay? - Okay.
Be very quiet, all right? Okay, shh.
You hurt me. You wanted to hurt me.
Little girl...?
- Sikorski, there's no one out front. - Stay here.
Jess...?
Jess!
Jesse!
Jess! Jess!
- Jesse! - Damn, he's dead.
Jesse! Jess!
Jess! Jesse!
Jess!
Jesse?
Jess?
Jesse! Jess!
They're gone.
Jess!
Jess?!
Jesse?
Jess!
I've got two officers down. Repeat... two officers down.
- I need backup and a coroner. - Ask about Claudia and Jesse.
APB on a forest green Jeep Cherokee.
- Driver, Axelrod, Car... - No, it's not Carl.
- ... male Caucasian, age 25. - He wouldn't be there.
There'd be no reason for him to have them.
- It's got to be Roy Bremmer. - He's in jail.
- Yeah, I know, but just ask them... - He's in jail.
Ask them! Is Roy Bremmer still in jail?
Give us the answer, Phil.
He's gone. His lawyer had him kicked.
Jess!
No!
APB, I want an APB on a black Cadillac STS...
owner Roy Bremmer, license...
- 935 FVF. - 935, Frank-Victor-Frank.
Copy that. All units...
I can't even keep my own daughter safe.
I'm trying to save my life.
- License 935 FVF... - Look what I've done to hers.
... Frank-Victor-Frank.
What in the...?
Carl?
Carl.
What in the hell...?
Oh, my God.
This is Unit 28 heading east on Baker.
Black STS in front of me.
- License match? - Affirmative.
All right, stay with him. Do not attempt to engage or apprehend.
- Is that clear? - Come on, come on.
I'm going to deal with this personally.
- Roy... - Shh, shh.
Shut up.
You shouldn't have hurt my hand, Angela.
I tried to contact you to give back what I took.
- What did you take from me? - The quitclaims.
Roy, just let Jesse go.
Drop her on a street corner. She's got nothing to do with this.
When did you start wanting to have babies?
Hmm?
Give me an ETA.
We're less than a minute to the Huron intersection.
One-Charlie-David, be advised crossing 24th.
Copy that. Unit 27 heading eastbound on 33rd.
Do not apprehend. I repeat, do not apprehend.
- Follow the suspect. - Copy that.
All units, suspect's vehicle heading northbound on Broadway...
Seal the perimeter around 44th and West Boulevard.
Be advised, they're coming right at you.
Don't get them killed.
Here they come.
Stop it right there, stop it right there!
No!
Put your hands up in the air where I can see them.
- It's not Roy. It's his dick lawyer. Get out of the car!
Get out of the car right now, get out of the car!
All right, all right!
Where is Roy? Where is Roy Bremmer?
- I have no idea. Get an idea! Where is he?
- I don't know where he is. - Where is he?
No, no, no. No, don't do it. He's not worth it.
Bremmer took this man's kid. You're an accessory.
- I don't know anything about that. - Cop Get him out of here, guys.
I am not a criminal, I'm an attorney!
Sikorski, I know where they are...
so do you.
They're under the front seat passenger side in a folder.
Roy, just let Jesse go.
You can do whatever you want with me, but let her go.
No!
No, no! Don't! Don't!
I'll do whatever I want.
It was there. I put it there yesterday.
Shut up! We'll just go inside
and wait for your boy friend to bring them.
- Come on, little girl, come on. - Ow!
One big happy family.
Why would he go back there?
Because I showed him the file. He knows where I'm supposed to be.
There's no way you're going into "Buck Naked. " I'm going to handle this.
I'm calling a SWAT team from Seattle...
No SWAT team. There was no SWAT team the first time.
Jesse didn't die. Claudia didn't die.
Let's keep the variables to a minimum.
You're sounding more and more like your buddy Carl.
Maybe he's on to something.
Yeah... you.
Okay.
Are you scared, my little sweetheart?
Are you scared? That's a good thing to be scared, because...
that means you're gonna listen to me. Listen to me carefully. Look at me.
Look at me... good girl. I want you to be very quiet, okay?
Because otherwise, Daddy is going to get hurt.
We don't want Daddy to be hurt, do we, hmm?
Good little girl. Angela...
I said don't move!
It's okay, it's okay.
Hmm? Okay.
You be a good little girl, okay?
It's going to work out fine.
Everything's going to be okay.
- Give me a gun. - No way.
No, come on, give me a gun. I need a gun.
What were you thinking?
Hmm?
You don't steal from Roy Bremmer.
I wouldn't trust this outside of 10 feet.
You know...
they've been laughing at me behind my back...
"the man who couldn't find his own wife. "
Oh, yes.
All right, if the shooting starts,
I want you to stay as low to the ground as you can.
And don't shoot me.
Kiss me.
Come on.
Let's call your boy friend, huh?
Look at you. You're a mess.
Dad...?
Jesse! Jess...
- Put the gun down. - Put the gun down now!
- Shut up, shut up, shut up!
- Claudia! - Shut up, shut up all of you.
- Claudia, are you okay? - I'm fine, I'm fine.
- Where's Jesse? - She's safe.
She's safe... if you give me back what you stole from me.
- I didn't "steal" Claudia. - Angela!
You think this is all about Angela? It's never just about one thing.
JT, there were papers in my car, under the front seat in an accordion file.
- They belonged to Roy. - What the hell are you talking about?
Play dumb like that and your little girl is going to get hurt.
- All right. - JT, don't, don't! He won't hurt Jesse.
- Yes, I will! - No, he won't.
- Jesse? - Shut up!
- Dad! - Jesse!
Where is the girl? We need to know now!
- Dad! - Okay, okay.
You give me the quitclaims, I give you Jesse.
- The what? - He doesn't have them, Roy.
He doesn't even know about them. I never told him.
- Never told me what? What? - I don't want them anymore.
All I want is you and Jesse. I tried to give them back...
- Dad! - Jesse, Jesse!
Dad! Dad!
I'm coming, Jess, I'm coming, I'm coming.
- Dad! - I'm okay, just go. I'm all right. Go!
Congratulations, Angela.
You've just inherited $12 million worth of property.
Is this what you've been holding out for?
I found them in your car last night in that brown accordion file.
That's when I knew it really was my week.
Now, with Roy dead...
You're free to sign them over to me.
- You're just a damn... - I prefer "opportunist" myself.
Your weakness is Claudia, mine is $12 million.
- You can't do this. - Watch me.
Angela...
sign the quitclaims,
or I shoot your boy friend.
No, you won't.
You can't pull the trigger.
I saw you yesterday. You had a clear shot at Roy.
You don't have the balls...
or the bullets... in case you do have the balls.
Like I'd give you a loaded gun.
Claudia, hold on, hold on!
Where is it? Where is it?
- Where is it? Where is it? - Is this what you're looking for?
It must be weird having everything come together
just like it's supposed to, no matter what you do.
What about Jesse?
Jesse is what you got out of today.
Claudia?
I'm not going to insult your intelligence.
You don't make it... neither of you.
Roy kills you two, I kill Roy,
I'm a hero.
And I want you to know it's going to haunt me...
but for $12 million worth of real estate,
I'm prepared to live with my pain.
Don't sign, Claudia. What's the point?
The point is, Jesse makes it.
Her signing the quitclaims over to me makes sure Jesse has a future.
The same future she was going to have.
How do I know you're not going to kill her anyway?
Don't give me a reason to.
I'm so sorry.
Now, where are you supposed to be?
You've got to do it, JT.
- Why? - Maybe Carl was right.
Carl wasn't right.
Roy wasn't here, Claudia wasn't here...
Jesse wasn't here.
Well, then, maybe everything you did this week only made matters worse.
It certainly made me richer.
Run, Jesse!
Jesse!
I've got her. She's here.
Oh, God.
- JT! - Dad!
What are you going to do, throw it at me?
That bullet’s 50 years old.
You're still gonna die.
Carl...
I'm sorry, I can't stop now.
- Carl, you've got to stop... - This has to happen.
No, Carl, it doesn't have to happen.
I know, I know, I'll go to jail.
Carl, Carl, listen to me, listen.
It's just damn physics.
- Physics is the fabric of life. - Yeah.
I know. Carl, have a look at that.
What's that? It says "Sikorski/Bremmer. "
Why does it say "Case Closed?" Where's the other report?
- There is no other report. - Dad!
Come here, sweetie. Come here.
Okay, okay.
What is that? Where is the other...?
You okay?
That's the cop that arrested me.
Is that Bremmer?
Look at that, it's just like the other report...
Consistent, casual loop... that's where I am...
or I'm in a parallel universe, that's what it is.
Oh, my God, this is just like the original...
It's perfect. This is...
Professor Neumeyer, you don't die.
I like this version better.
...go back to the beginning and start at the start.
It comes around right on folded paper.
Oh, it's beautiful, it's beautiful. This makes perfect sense.
Professor Neumeyer?
- Is it over? Yes.
Are you sure?
Yes, I'm sure.
The police and ambulances are on their way.
The universe looks pretty good from here, doesn't it, Carl?
This is yours!
- I'll get it. - Okay.
- See you. - Bye.
Well...
I guess I'm not the only Professor JT Neumeyer in the family.
That is, if you take the next 50 years into account.
Jesse sent the case?
Yeah.
"Jesse Tracy Neumeyer"
What? What?
Come here.
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