Honey?
- Hey, have you seen my checkbook? - Downstairs, in the livingroom.
Honey, are you OK?
It-uh, fine!
I'm just gonna take the dog for a walk.
That's office.
That's family.
Sorry to disturb you, at this time of night, but... we have a little problem.
Your boss... owes me money. A lot of money.
And I'm here to collect it.
I-I don't I-I'm just the accountant. I don't know anything.
You don't need to know anything...
except the combination to the safe.
- You do know the combination, yes? - Ye-yes.
Perfect, please.
Get in.
Paul, my friend. It's Malankov.
I came to your office, to collect my money.
What a disappointment, to see it's not here.
But I'm leaving you something, here, in return.
As a reminder...
I cannot wait any longer.
My best, to the family.
Sweet.
Yeah.
How old?
No matter how old they are, my friend, they will always be our baby.
Ain't that true! C'mon, big guy.
Thank you.
- Whoa! - Happy birthday!
- Dad! My birthday's not even for 3 days! - You're always saying I'm so predictable!
I wanted to... shake things up a bit. Make it a little less predictable.
Sorry. Come in.
- Champagne glasses. - You know me, load on champagne glasses...
- for a... giant stuffed panda. - I heard that.
- Inappropriate, huh? - Well, I mean... not if I was seven.
Well, I can return it, or you can hang onto it, until you have a 7 year old of your own...
That's not funny.
- Hey, baby! Babe... - Hey! Come look who's here.
- Mr. Mills! - Hello, Timmy.
- How are you? - Good, you?
You know...
- Hey. - Hi.
Hey, if you guys are having, father-daughter moment, I can relate.
No, no, no. I just dropped by. Thought I'd do something... unpredictable.
Kim's always pointing out how predictable I am.
That's funny, coming from her. You wanna talk about predictable.
- I'm not predictable. - Aw, come on.
Every single day, she goes to the same exact store. The one off campus?
Every morning, before class, gets the same peach yogurt
- drink, right? the 4th one from the back. - Stop!
Not the 5th one, not the 3rd one, right?
'Cause it's still cold. I know, I would do exactly the same thing.
- Yeah, but with Iwo-Jima. - So, uh, what's with the bubbly?
Uh, pre-birthday celebration.
If you don't mind, I just-I think it's a little early to... pop open a bottle...
Yeah, no problem. I'll, put it in the fridge.
What's that?
He knows something.
- Well, I'm leaving, too. - Dad, don't...
You don't have to take it... Now I-now I feel bad.
Well, you shouldn't feel bad. I can always exchange it for something more predictable.
- Love you. - Take it easy, Timmy.
Right!
- Hey, there. - Is something wrong?
- Huh-uh. - You sure of that?
Mm-hmm.
- How'd it go? - Great. Fantastic.
Couldn't have gone better.
The panda was not a hit, I take it?
Careful what you say. He's sitting right next to me.
I guess she grew up a lot, Lenore.
I know. Goes so fast. All of it.
Where are you?
Just going home. Make a little dinner.
- If you'd like to join us... - Us?
Me and the panda.
I'll, uh... I'll take a raincheck on that. If that's OK with you, and the panda.
- That's fine by us. I'll see you. - See you.
I know what you're thinking. Keep it to yourself.
- Hey. - Lennie!
- You changed your mind! - Yeah, uh, you left the door open.
- Come on in. - OK.
I'm not... intruding, or anyth...?
No, of course you're not. I was just preparing dinner. Drink?
- Yeah. - Great.
Thanks for coming over.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
- You look stressed. Why? - Yeah.
Stuart and I, uh... we've tried everything, therapy, counseling, together, separately...
- He wants it to work. He really does. - And you?
I know I'm hurting him.
I just don't feel anything, anymore.
I hate that. I hate not feeling. I hate... going through the motions.
The only thing I feel is trapped.
- I have the worst taste in men! - Thanks.
Oh! God... I don't mean you. Oh, God. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
It's OK.
- Do you know what I fantasize about? - I'm afraid to ask.
Us.
Yeah.
Right after, the... guilt comes roaring in and I feel like such a shit.
Does it make me a bad person, being married to one man... fantasizing about another?
If he's married, bad, no.
Stu must think I'm crazy.
If you are, Lennie, you aren't the only one.
- I'm sorry. - No.
It's me that should be apologizing. It's not that I don't want to. I do, uh, believe me.
But, until you and Stuart clear up your situation, I think we would do more harm, than good...
for all of us.
Hah! Why do you have to be so damned honorable?
Believe me, right now, I wish I weren't.
- I, um, I'm gonna go. - Wait.
Here.
I'm going out of town, in a couple of days, for a month, on a job.
If you ever feel you... you need to go someplace, just to be by yourself...
- use it. - Thank you.
- But, seriously, it's... money, it's fun. - I know. I can't go. No.
It's four man job. We can't do without you.
I know. I know. But a couple of things have come up and
I'm... not comfortable, being away for a month, right now.
- Kim? - It's not Kim.
Man, you gotta let this go. Lenore's a grown woman.
- She can take care of herself. - He is not her husband any longer...
But she is my friend.
I think you better talk to somebody about this.
- A shrink, maybe? - Why would I go to a shrink when I got you guys?
- Shh! - Well, there's a good point.
Could somebody drop the flag stick?
Thank you.
- What's up? - You want me to take it out?
- If you wouldn't mind. - Sure. When?
- Come on. - OK, baby.
- God, come on! - OK, the big moment.
- That's a good... - Oooooh!
- Well, this is an unexpected treat. - Yeah! I, um... need some advice.
OK. Shoot.
So, it's, um... I guess it's not the thing I was really planning on, or...
even thought about... ever.
- Anyway, I just - I'm flattered.
Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho! Poor lady.
That, is gonna be serious trouble, in a few years. You mark my words.
So, what was it you wanted to ask?
Um...
- Um... puppy. - A puppy?
Yeah! I was thinking about... getting a puppy.
- From where? - Um... my friend found one, behind her building.
Oh...
Going to try and find it a home... you know, put it on FaceBook, but nobody claimed it, yet. So...
- You wanna know what I think? - Yeah.
I mean, that's a... it's a lot of work. It's a lot of responsibility, and, uh...
with your lifestyle, the way it is, at the moment, the college...
With a puppy, you have to be there. All the time, and
feed it, walk it... It's no different than having a kid.
Have you had your chance to look at the menus?
Um, not yet. I... I'll wait up.
- Stuart. - Hey, Bryan.
- What are you doing here? - Umm...
- Everything alright? - Yeah, it's-it's fine. It's fine.
Can I talk to you inside?
Yeah, yeah, sure. I-I was just making some coffee.
- Milk? Sugar? - Umm, both, please.
- OK. Milk, cold or hot? - Uh... hot.
So, how's business?
Oh, you know... some days good, some days great, ha, ha.
- Yeah. One sugar, or two? - Two, please.
- There we go. - Thank you.
Ummm... Sorry to bother you. It's late, but, I thought it was more,
um... respectful, to say what I have to say to you, face to face, man to man, so to speak.
Look, I know that Lenore, has... she's spoken to you about the problems that we've been having.
Um... You're a good guy, Bryan, I like you. You're a respectful guy.
And, listen, I'm not accusing you of anything, but...
Lenore and I, IF our marriage is gonna work, huh! That can't happen with you inbetween us.
Stuart, there's nothing between Lenore and I, other than we share Kim.
Well, I didn't say there was. You know, obviously, to share a daughter and uh...
you've tried to be the best father that you can... under the circumstances.
And, uh, part of that, means the two of you talking and staying in touch.
But, I-I still want you to stop seeing my wife, until we sort things out.
Does she know you're here?
It doesn't matter if she does or if she doesn't. That's not the point.
I'm asking you to stop seeing my wife. Can you do that?
I can do that.
Hahhh! Wow, huh, that's great. Thank you.
You know, I gotta go to Vegas, tonight. Some business meeting, tomorrow.
I really don't wanna be worrying about... you know.
- Yeah. - Thank you.
I really appreciate it.
Need to see you. Urgent. Bagels...
Uh, four bagels and some cream cheese, please.
- OK. Be careful, they're really hot. - Thanks.
- Have a good day. - Take care.
- Thanks, for everything... - Hello!
Lennie?
Lennie! Lennie!
Jesus God, Lennie. Wake up.
Come on, come on, come on! Lennie!
Freeze! Don't move!
Step away from the knife! Get your hands off her. Back away, now!
- I didn't do this. - Get your hands up! Now!
Slowly!
Get your hands up!
- You gotta listen to me. - On the floor, now!
- Listen to me. - Down on the floor, now!
- Listen to me. - On the ground, now! On your knees!
- Get down! - Down!
Put your hands up! Hands! Up!
Hands up!
I didn't do this.
Shit! We're moving in!
That's him!
Sorry! He's heading west!
We got it, keep back!
- Door's jammed! - It's not, it's locked! Shit!
- Clear! - Moving in!
You see anything?
Is it here?
Goddam, he's gone!
This is 103. Suspect's gone.
- Yeah? - Kim? It's dad.
- Where are you? - In mom's. I think that I know this sweater.
Are you alone?
Stuart's in Vegas. Why?
I have something to tell you.
What?
Dad, what's wrong?
Something terrible has happened,
and I wanted you to hear it from me, first.
Your mom...
she's dead.
Someone murdered her...
in my apartment.
It looks like I did it. I don't know why.
I don't know who, but I'm gonna find out.
Listen carefully, Kim.
No matter what anyone says, don't trust them.
- I won't - You hear?
- I'll find a way to contact you. - Dad?
- Try to be strong. - Dad?
- I love you. - Wait!
Inspector Dotzler! Suspect's name is Bryan Mills.
- His? - His.
Not his.
The officers arrived on the scene, because...
Anonymous call came in reported a woman screaming, "He's killing me, he's killing me."
Her name is, Lenore St. John.
We sent a car to her address that's listed on her license.
Her daughter was there, but her husband's in Vegas, on business.
He's, uh, taking the first flight home.
- Any witnesses? - We're canvassing, now.
Call came from an unlisted number and we're checking out the cells, as well.
Download both their phones. Collect the data.
I wanna know... who these two people... spoke, text, email, every form of communication.
Dates, times, duration of calls...
Let's bag this.
Detective, bag 'em.
What's wrong?
Good.
Right now, this is still a very active crime scene.
Investigators have been here, on the scene, all morning
but so far, police have not told us what happened inside the apartment.
But, earlier, this morning, a woman's body was discovered.
Bryan Mills is the owner of the apartment and ex-husband of the deceased.
- Who's this? - It's me.
You're on the news.
I didn't do it, Sam.
Obviously, you didn't do it. Are you alright?
I'm goin' down the rabbit hole.
- The code's still the same? - Yeah, yeah. It's still the same.
- I'll be in touch. - Be careful.
So, uh, this is the area we lost him, sir. We got benched.
Uh, that's the gun that he took, uh, off one of our officers, sir.
- He had a gun? And he didn't fire at you? - No, sir.
I mean, helicopters...
saw nothing.
Choppers couldn't see anything, sir, no.
I mean, he's good, but...
vanishing into thin air?
Let's move the truck.
Do you know why your wife... went to... visit, Mr. Mills?
No. I-I... I don't know.
You know, their relationship was mostly centered around their daughter.
Um, but I think that... he wanted more than friendship.
I asked her to speak to him.
And... tell him that he should stop bothering her about it.
So, you think that's what she was doing, over there?
- I don't know.
Stuart! Why are they going through all mom's stuff?
- Hey, Kim. - Miss St. John.
- I'm Frank Dotzler. - No. My name's Mills.
If I could have just a few minutes of your time. Ask you a few questions.
Why aren't you... out there trying to find out who did this
instead of just standing around, going through our home?
you're looking.
But in order for me to get a full picture, I have to ask questions of him and ask questions of you.
My mom went to see my dad. I don't know why.
Probably, to talk about me.
He didn't do it!
He just di-didn't, he didn't do it. There's no way on earth he would ev...
Just-just don't.
He loved her.
That's all I know.
Please. That's-that's my... it's not even hers.
Excuse me.
- I'm sorry, I... Oh, God. - Come on. Let's get you out of here.
If... something comes to mind, anything at all...
You know, it might not be anythng, um...
You know, what happened, in Paris and Istanbul, a couple of years ago, where Bryan saved his family?
Sure. You think that's connected to this?
You know, I never really wanted to know all the details,
but, a lot of people ended up dead, and now, this...
So, what you're telling me is... I'm dealing with a very dangerous man.
No. No, Bryan's not dangerous. The world he lives in, is.
He loves his family. But he has a lot of enemies.
I see.
- Garcia will, uh, get you back home. - Thank you.
This guy's a ghost.
At 21, he's in the Army.
At 23, he joins Special Forces.
Then he's gone.
No service record, no discharge. Nothing, nothing.
Sounds like spy shit, to me.
Until we have another suspect, he's our man.
So, here's our best way of finding him. His daughter, with the deceased.
Husband says that he's... pretty close to her.
Devoted to her.
So, let's keep a close watch over her.
Where she goes, who she calls, who she talks to...
Let's not screw this up, OK? So, this is gonna be our-our best shot... at finding him.
Do we have the deceased's car?
Yeah. That just came in. They have his, too.
Alright. Garcia, Smith...
let's go with a full sweep of the car. Keep his download, see where he went,
and when? See if they correlate. See if we can find out what's going on.
- Just came in. He has nerves. - Let's go, then.
Follow me.
- So, what's this about? - Some guy offed his ex... allegedly.
Right. Allegedly.
- He didn't do her in the car, did he? - No. In his house.
Good. I hate to worry about the after, the blood, the pieces of flesh and shit. It's disgusting.
- Which GPS you want done, first? - His. The Bentley's. Right over here.
What the hell were you doing, way out there, Lenore?
Excuse me. Inspector Mallory, LAPD.
I'm following up on a missing persons investigation.
I was wondering if you'd seen this woman?
No.
- She was here about 10 PM, last night. - I was here then. I didn't see her.
Didn't see hardly nobody. Not exactly a bustling destination, if you know what I mean.
- Hey, Sam! - Excuse me. Duty calls.
Excuse me. Inspector Mallory, LAPD.
Are these security cameras operative or are they just there for show?
- Do they work? Follow me. - Do you have the tape from yesterday?
Nah, I wasn't here. The other guy was. If someone was here, it'll be on there.
Just push that button for playback.
I'm just gonna stay here, while you look at that.
Do you have problems with this system?
Breaks down, sometimes. They keep saying they're gonna replace it.
Excuse me. Have you seen this woman?
No. You should get more coordinated.
Coordinated? What do you mean, like, color coordinated?
I mean, like, one of your guys was just in here asking the same thing.
- One of our guys? - Yeah.
- Him? - Yeah. Him.
Took off to the gas station.
Freeze!
Mr. Mills!
Freeze!
- Step out, Mike. Get up outta here. - Yes, sir.
Freeze!
Stop what you're doing, Mr. Mills! Step away from the desk!
- Back away from the desk. - Step away from that desk! I'll shoot you!
- I'll shoot you! - Step away from the goddam desk...now!
Step away, one step, from the desk.
Just keep your hands where we can see them.
Stay perfectly still.
You know the drill.
Anything you say can, and will, be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney and to have one present, during questioning...
Garcia and Smith, they got him.
- Garcia. - The guys have picked him up. Easy-peasy.
If he's a pro, like you said, he wasn't on his game, today.
- He's playing you. - What are you talking about?
Where is he? Where is he?
He's back in Phillips' car, why?
- Stop the cars. - What?
Stop the cars. Now!
Oh, come on...
- Phillips. - Yeah?
Our boss's got a hair up his ass about something. Just... keep an eye on this guy, alright?
Yeah, OK.
They think we're idiots. It's unbelievable.
- He acts like I've never done this before. - But, he's just being Dotzler.
Yeah, you know what it is? He's a control freak.
If he's not doin' it himself, he's not happy.
Keep driving.
Phillips!
Look out! What the hell is he doin'?!
Pull it over!
Get out of the car!
Drive!
Stop the car.
Now, go!
Radio!
Cell phone.
- This is gonna end bad for you. - Don't be such a pessimist.
Connecting to LAPD...
Calling any to code 10-29 on police car number 706. Number 706.
Suspect in sight.
Here.
... Freeze!
Send some backup, now!
Dotzler.
By now, I'm sure you know who I am. You know what I'm capable of.
CIA operative?
All you have to know is, I'm innocent.
Give me two days, I can prove it. I can find out who did it.
You may very well be innocent, Mr. Mills, but, that's the court's job to decide, it's not mine.
My job is to bring you in and let the law take its course. That's it.
Good luck.
Hey, I got a GPS on the phone. He's heading north. You want me to send units?
Don't bother. He's gone.
- Isn't that incomplete. - Hey... he wants us to watch it.
Why?
I don't know, yet.
Who's she waiting for?
Who're these guys?
- Holy shit! - Who are these guys?!
Gimme our tech guy. I need some magic done on a security tape. Now. Right now.
Hey... let me guess... pileup on the 710 north, massive
cluster, police vehicles, 15 miles, heading south...
Sounds about right.
Hey, thanks, Sam.
You wanna tell me what's going on?
Lenore sent me a text. Asked to come over to my place for bagels.
I got the bagels. When I came back... I found her car out front.
And... she was in my bed, with her throat slashed.
Oh, Jesus...
What else?
I found a location, on her car's GPS, from the night before.
She was out at this gas station, in the middle of nowhere.
I saw it on the security camera. She was snatched.
Wh-what do you want us to do?
I downloaded all her phone records, from the police files, and mine.
Maybe there's something there.
I need analysis of this. Her hair. Might turn up something. Might turn up nothing.
- Anything else? - I wanna go to the funeral.
The Bible constantly yells us that there will be difficult times, in life.
When we feel like we are walking, through a dark, dangerous, valley.
Valley, of the shadow of death. But what the Word of God does make very clear,
is that as we move through such times...
The Lord is my shepherd. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.
He leadeth me, beside still waters.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.
You holding up?
Right there.
Gimme sound, on that. Right there.
Kim, I'm so sorry. If there's anything we can do...
OK.
We're there for you. You know that, right?
Hey, baby.
I just wanna go home.
You hear that?
- Hear that click? - Yeah, I'm gettin' some interference, somewhere.
- Hey, there it goes again. - Yep.
- Hey. - Hi. Oh, sweetie...
- Look at this ... on our signal. - I know. I know.
I'm so, so sorry.
Listen... he'll be in touch. Just stick to your schedule.
Your very predictable schedule.
- You want me to put a tail on 'em? - No. It's a waste of time.
They always smell funny. These guys could lose a tail if it was attached to a dog.
???. Cut the feed.
Stuart, why are there still... Why are there still cops camped outside?
Uh, I think it's standard operating procedure.
What, they think my dad's just going to show up here? Are they stupid, or something?
I... I don't know what they think. Um, Inspector Dotzler asked if we minded an-an-and I said, no.
- Well, you should have asked me... I mind. - I'm sorry.
And who's he?
Well, we, um... we need protection.
Kim, Honey... I-I know it's hard on you, but it's hard on me, too.
Sorry. I didn't realize it was a competition.
Oh... it's... it's not a competition. Please,
don't hate me. I'm not responsible for what happened.
I don't hate you, Stuart... but for the last two years, every time I
looked into my mom's eyes, the only thing I saw was hurt and sadness.
And for that, I do hold you responsible.
- W-where you going? - School. Good luck.
- And there she goes. - I guess.
- Why are you following me? - It's for your own protection, Miss.
Protection? From who? My father?
- You really think my father would hurt me. - Your mother probably didn't think so, either.
Asshole.
- Hi. - Hey.
- Anything? - She's on campus. You want me to follow?
- Is the bug active? - Yes.
OK. Stay there. We'll listen.
If he shows up, we'll hear him.
What else?
She went to this convenience store. Chugged down a drink, of some kind, right from the fridge.
Mm-hm. Well, just keep me informed.
As you might remember, last week, we discussed disassociations and interactions between
dorsal and ventral streams in object recognition. No doubt, the causes of this...
is that the dorsal stream is supporting motor interactions, with objects, while ventral stream
structures extract visual information, about the object, that is independent, of...
I've gotta go potty. Would you mind taking notes for me?
- Yeah, sure. - Thanks.
Now, in other words, object knowledge is represented in the ventral stream...
Excuse me. I wonder if you could, uh... help me out with something?
Sure.
There was a... young woman, in here, about an hour ago?
- Oh, yeah. Poor kid. - She come here often?
- Every day. - She bought, what?
Same thing, peach yogurt drink. But, today, she drank it all, right there, from the fridge.
Musta been thirsty.
Get anything?
Yeah, she went to school, this nauseism class... Now she's on the way to the bathroom.
Call for backup! I'm comin' right now!
Here, Kim, please, drink this. I put something in the yogurt, to make you nauseous.
This will take it away.
- Hi, baby. - Hi.
Oh, Kim.
Daddy. I missed you. I'm pregnant...
What?
I'm pregnant.
- Dad? - I'm OK.
I have... low blood sugar. I haven't eaten since yesterday.
Um...
Here, eat this.
Don't... don't you worry.
Let's get through this, first, and then we'll figure out what's best for...
What you have to do, Kim, is act natural. This cop is really smart.
Anything out of the usual, he'll become suspicious, OK?
I love you.
I love you, too.
- Yes? - ???
I'm in the science building, east wing. She's in the bathroom.
Don't move. Wait for me.
Where are you staying?
I'm still at mom's.
I started packing her stuff.
It just... it doesn't feel real.
Oh, I know.
I know.
Dad, there's...
Stuart's been acting really weird. He must be scared about something. He hired bodyguards.
- Oh, my God. - ...so funny.
- But, you know what? He was such a jerk. - Really?
Didn't buy me even a a drink at the bar.
I did! I was bringing something like, more skimpy than this.
- Really! More skimpy than that! - Oh, fine, you...
Excuse me!
Perv!
He just left.
She's in the can.
I can't let you leave.
He's inside.
There he is!
- He's on the south floor! - Freeze!
I know you think you're helping him. But you're not.
You're not.
Unless we get him to come in... I can't start trying to make sense of what happened.
Someone killed my mom. That's what happened.
It was not my father.
We aren't hearing their side of the story. They can't know that. Can they?
I do.
Is there anything else?
You know we can arrest you for obstructing an ongoing investigation.
Arrest me.
I'd rather not.
Well, then, if you're not going to... Can I go home?
Of course. Of course.
Thank you.
They're an interesting family.
Don't worry. We will take care of this. Do as we planned.
- Call a car. - Where we goin', boss?
The Malibu house.
I'm not gonna hurt you. I need a ride.
- Mind if I drive? - OK.
You can go.
Uh-huh.
You know, if you stand, in a field, with a book of matches,
you can have hundreds of rabbits, in seconds, like this.
- You know how? - No.
Come in, all rabbits. Come in, all rabbits. Like this.
Who hired you?
Huh?
Boss, they're at the gate.
Well, let them in.
Oh, and take a stroll. I need a little privacy.
Manny?
Manny!
Bryan.
Oh, God! No!
None of this is making sense, to me, Stuart.
I was hoping you could help me out.
- How-how did you... - Survive the crash?
The Russians, who were following me, when I was following you... They work for you, Stuart?
I don't... I-I don't know what you're talking about.
What do you know?
The only thing I know is that you were screwing my wife. And I know that she's dead.
No, no! Noooooo!
What do you know?
I don't know anything. I swear. I don't know any...
- If I believed that, we wouldn't be here. - No! No! Noooooo!
- Malankov. - What?
- Malankov. O-Oleg Malankov. - Who is Oleg Malankov?
I... owe him money. You don't know him.
He'll never give up, until I-I get it for him.
I lost everything. He's gonna kill my family...
Why didn't you tell this to the police? You let them think it was me.
I was angry with you, goddammit. You promised. You promised to stop seeing her.
So, what do you think happened? She came over to my place, this, Malankov, followed her there?
If you weren't sneaking behind my back, she wouldn't
have been there, in the first place, would she?
They would have killed her someplace else. So why are they coming after me?
Because I told them who you were. That you would find them and kill them.
How convenient would that be for you?
I kill them. Your debt is canceled.
I'm-I'm sorry, Bryan... but I loved her. You gotta believe me. I loved her. I loved her.
Well, here's what you're gonna do. You're gonna go to the police
- and tell them everything. - I can't.
I can't. He's crazy. You don't know him. You can do whatever the hell you want.
Either way, I'm a dead man. I'm dead.
They kill you, they don't get paid.
You're not the one they're gonna come after, next.
Kim!
Hey.
Can I get your keys, please?
Do you know what you're gettin' yourself into, man?
Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do. Can I get your keys and your phone, please?
You mind puttin' your hands on the steering wheel?
Huh! Or what? What are you gonna do, shoot me?
Left, or right?
Go ahead, put the cuffs on.
Thank you, very much.
Dad? Dad?
Let's go, Kim.
What's going on?
Keeping you safe.
- Sam? - Hey, Kim. How you doin'?
Hi, Kim!
Dotzler.
Garcia, and his team, were just attacked by Mills.
How?
Took the daughter out of St. John's house.
For God's sake, man...! I'll be there, right away.
Anything yet?
No. Nothing came up in the samples you gave me, but...
it's gonna take a while to sort through, Bryan, there's a shitload of data, here.
What is that?
I downloaded the police computers.
From what?
First thing they're gonna look at are the phones records, to see if there are any clues.
Mine and Lenore's.
I mean, what's that gonna tell you? That you and Lenore spoke to each other?
Hey, you know what? Don't worry about it. We're almost done here, anyway.
S-so what's the plan?
The plan is to make sure my daughter's safe. And the only way to do that, so it seems,
is to eliminate the thing that will make her unsafe.
- Malankov. - Good one, Stuart.
I'd like to help.
Oh, you're gonna help, alright. Like bait helps to catch a shark.
Excuse me?
Start talking about Malankov. I want to know every detail.
Who he is. What he does. Where he lives. Where he works.
Oleg Malankov. He's as tough as they come.
He served in the Russian Army, when they invaded Afghanistan.
He was Spetznaz. It's... like out Navy Seals.
After the collapse, of the Soviet Union, when everyone was grabbing what they could...
there was a real demand for men with his kind of skills.
He became one of the grabbers.
I met him, when I was doing a deal, involving heavy machinery.
Since then, we did business, on a number of different occasions.
Some deals worked out...
I don't have the money.
Last one didn't.
What?
My mom is dead because of one of your shitty business deals?
No, no, no, Kim. That-that's not what happened.
I knew it! Lemme go!
- Kim! - It's his fault! He killed her!
- He killed her! - We need him.
We need him.
Call him.
- Why? - Because you're gonna set him up for me.
Make the call. Now!
On speaker.
Pow.
Stuart.
- I've missed you. - I have your money.
You have it? That was fast.
- How can I trust you? - You can trust me.
Where do you want me to bring it?
Meet me at the building, downtown. In one hour.
Sure. One hour.
Tell me how his security works.
Malankov. He works out of his penthouse apartment.
He has a private elevator, with two bodyguards.
Someone's coming. He's at the elevator.
The elevator is controlled by security, upstairs.
Once they see who's inside the elevator and give the OK, they'll send the elevator up.
Outside the elevator, upstairs, is a security station and three more bodyguards.
Two sets of doors. Through the second set of doors is Malankov's private apartment.
Hey, can you help me out, here?
I got an address, but I don't have a name, and I got back full of perishables.
Go to the first floor and ask for the desk, alright?
- First floor? Thank you, so much. - You're welcome.
Hello, sir.
- I'm here to see Oleg Malankov. - OK, sir. Have a good day.
Thanks.
Get out.
- It's Dotzler. - Answer it. Act normal. Don't try anything smart.
- Hello? - Mr. St. John? Frank Dotzler. Where are you?
I'm-I'm... in a business meeting. Is there anything wrong?
Bryan Mills removed your stepdaughter from your home.
I'm there, right now.
- Oh, my God, that's um... - When are you coming home?
Well, I'm-I'm, I'm leaving immediately.
Should take me about an hour to get there from where I am.
- Where, exactly, is that? - In Malibu.
Listen, Inspector, I don't think he means her any harm, he's...
Mr. St. John. This man is the prime suspect, in the murder of your wife.
His associates, held guns, on my men, in the front of you home.
As far as I'm concerned, he's dangerous and has to be taken into custody.
So, if you'd like, I can send a car for you, but I need you somewhere safe.
No, no, no. No, no, no. It's fine. I'm, uh, I'm leaving, right now.
I'll be waiting for you.
Get me a location on St. John's phone.
As soon as he finds out you're not in Malibu, he'll be headed right here.
I'd-I'd say we have... less than 30 minutes to do this, before he shows up.
That's enough time for me.
Can you handle this, Kim?
What do I have to do?
Just keep me up to date. One comes out. Thanks, Sam.
Inspector! The tape you gave us, from that gas station. It's just stills, frame by frame.
- Hey. He lied to you about where he was. - What a surprise.
He's downtown.
- Let's go alert the cavalry. - Right.
We found his location! We're on the move!
Let's go!
They're gone.
OK. Cop's on the move.
OK. Let's go.
You do exactly as you were told. Don't improvise.
Try anything funny and they'll kill you. And if they don't, I will.
I don't know how many times I can say, "sorry."
- Dotzler. - I found out something you might wanna know.
Matching insurance policies, on St. John's wife.
Twelve million... each.
How 'bout that?
Stuart St. John. Mr. Malankov's expecting me.
What's in the bag?
We're in.
Alright. OK.
Stuart St. John is clear. Unlock the elevator.
OK. Got 'im.
Go! Alright!
Get back to the truck.
Bingo. Right on.
He's coming, now.
Go, go, go, go, go.
Showtime. Bingo!
Get up.
Get up!
Who are you, then?
You killed my ex-wife.
But you're not gonna kill my daughter.
Your daughter?
We're fucked by the same man.
What are you talkin' about?
Stuart St. John.
First, he gets me to kill your wife, then you. And if that doesn't work, he pushes you to kill me.
Either way, he wins.
Your wife... was just part of a business deal. Like many before.
It's my turn to lose the game.
Finish me. Finish me!
I deserve it.
Yes.
You do.
Daddy.
- Dad! - What is it?
- Sam! Sam! - Kim!
Come on, let's go. Let's go!
- Come on, move! - Kim!
Get in the car! Let's go! Come on!
- Where are we going? - Get in the car.
He's still alive. Let's get a medic in here. ASAP, medic!
- Inspector! - Yeah!
The elevator!
Got Sam Smith. We're in Malanklov's building. I think, uh, Mills is here.
- Billy? - Yeah, we're gonna check the apartment, now.
Back it up. Back it up.
Alright, let's go. Everybody in. Come on. Let's go!
We got a good chance he's still in the building. Call downstairs. Lock it up.
Nobody in. Nobody out.
Lock it up, buddy. Let nobody out.
Text from your phone asking mom to meet you at the Rancho Borrego the night she died.
Someone used your phone?
Santa Monica Aviation.
This is Mr. St. John. I'll be there in 15 minutes. Get the plane ready.
It'll be ready.
Why are you doing this?
Because your father, and his friends, are homicidal maniacs.
You're a lying piece of shit.
- Shut up. - You killed her. I know...
YOU SHUT UP! Shut up!
Brooks.
I want the total workup on a black Porsche, license plate number 6-8-9-M-J-C-6.
OK.
Connect me to the Porsche authority tracing.
Alright.
I need a run on a California plate, 6-8-9-Mary-Jane-Charlie-6. I need a phone, too.
Pick up the phone.
Black Porsche ... repeat, heading west.
Yes.
Listen, Mr. Mills. It's Dotzler. Let's start to piece this thing together.
There's two life insurance policies.
One for St. John. One for your ex-wife. You understand?
Stuart owed money to these Russians.
A lot of it.
The ones who grabbed her.
And then they took her to my place and killed her, to keep me out of the way.
I need you to step back and allow me to handle this. I got it.
What's your first priority here, Inspector?
To arrest St. John and charge him with your ex-wife's murder.
My first priority is my daughter.
Get out of the car.
Go!
- OK, we're leaving now. Come on, let's go. - Yes, sir.
Ready for takeoff.
Come on, guys. Come on. Let's go.
The plane's in position for takeoff.
We've got a visual on the Porsche. He's heading to Santa Monica Airport.
I want all units, in the area of the Santa Monica Airport, to be on the lookout for a black Porsche.
Oh, no.
Let's go! Let's go!
Come on!
Don't stop!
We got to get through the goddam crash!
I'll shoot you in the head!
Shut up!
Very smart!
Played me off against the Russian.
Coming over for coffee.
Taking my phone. Sending texts and then erasing them...
so that your pals could plant Lenore's body and make it look as if I'd killed her.
Well, your problem's solved. All your worries over.
But it didn't quite work out that way...
Listen, Bryan. They're comin'.
Ha, ha. You can't kill me, now. Ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
Oh, yeah?
Dad.
I know you know a lot of people. And with a good lawyer, you'll get out of jail, in a few years.
And then I'll come for you.
I'll find you.
And we both know what's gonna happen.
I knew, from the beginning.
It was the bagels.
They were warm.
I mean, I had to ask myself, w-what kind of guy... goes
out for warm bagels... and comes back and commits murder?
So, I compared... the timestamps to the deleted texts,
that you downloaded from our computers...
which, by the way, is illegal... and I could arrest you for it,
anyway, I could, but, it's got me.
And I was able to figure it out.
She was leaving him.
He needed the insurance money to pay Malankov.
You didn't help us out by escaping, you know.
He figured, what better way to get rid of Malankov and keep the insurance money...
than by getting me to kill the guy who would kill him.
Because it was the only way to keep my daughter safe.
Almost worked.
Almost.
So, are we done, Inspector?
Of course.
Of course, we're done.
We're done.
Would you, um, just stay in town, for the next month, or so.
Just in case I have any other questions, for you?
Sure.
Now, you two. I've thought about this all night.
It's a, very important choice.
Whatever you decide... the two of you, together.
I'll support you 100%.
And, I know your mom would have said the same thing, too.
Tell him.
Dad. We've been talking... we thought that...
If it's a girl... we'd like to name her after mom.
She'd like that very much, Kim.