Come on, you can do it.
It's hard to believe the universe even bothered
putting a brain in that.
4.0 since the 9th grade. 1580 on his SAT's
National Merit Scholar.
He's excellent.
Remember, just to the brink.
You never got far enough to see the darkness in people.
All you ever knew was love.
That's lucky.
(screaming)
Shh. Don't disturb Daddy. He's working.
(screams)
Excuse me, I'm sorry,
but I need to take some blood.
It'd be great if you and your little girl
had the same blood type.
I mean, that would like really be on your side.
Is she gonna go into surgery?
The doctor didn't say. The doctors never say.
At least not to me they don't.
- Charlie... - Ooo, I vant to drink your blood.
Don't.
That is a very important sample.
Some bitch of a specialist made a big deal about it.
Nurse? Do you have the Gregg sample?
The swimmer?
Yes, Doctor.
It's right here.
(sobbing)
Oh, thank god.
Someone has to get the kitten out of the tree.
- Oh, my baby. - I mean it, Mommy. Right now.
Don't worry, honey.
We're gonna get the kitten out of the tree, okay?
We're gonna get all the kittens
out of all the trees all over the whole wide world.
You know what else we'll do?
We'll even put some kittens up in some trees
just so we can get 'em out. Okay?
So this is it.
That's my dad.
What a surprise!
Think he'd miss his chance to share in the glory?
Maybe he brought the vintage champagne.
May I have that, please?
Dad, we have to have that to the lab
and processed in the next six hours or we go back to square zero.
So you just happened to hear
about this world class scholar and athlete
who just happened to be at death's door?
Well, we do have our contacts at all the major
medical centers across the country.
It would take a long time
for something this perfect to just turn up.
Well, I guess we got lucky.
You got damn lucky, if you ask me.
What exactly are you saying, Dad?
I'm sure you'll forgive me for jumping to unpleasant conclusions.
See, I let you run with this project...
this minefield of a project...
because I thought it'd do you good
to be stuck with some consequences.
But I think you know that this time
when you bring the house down around your head...
there'll be no building of libraries or prep schools
so they won't kick you out.
Well, there won't be a "this time".
"War Without Widows" is an idea whose time has come.
Today, thanks to the joint efforts
of the Department of Defense and Oslett Technologies...
we begin an awesome adventure.
The age of sending our fragile irreplaceable sons to war is over.
From a thread of DNA taken from a single human blood cell
and implanted in the nucleus of an unfertilized egg...
we will forge a new warrior.
A warrior who leaves no widows or orphans
and feels no grief or fear.
And with enough fuel his wounds will heal themselves
almost instantly and he'll be able to march for days with no sleep.
And if I'm to believe what the scientists
are telling me about a gene that carries extra sensory powers...
he may even someday be capable of getting his orders telepathically.
And he will never doubt the moral foundation of any order...
even in his heart.
It's that doubt that is a soldier's greatest agony.
He won't have superhuman strength...
but his metabolism will be to yours and mine as...
well as the engine of a Lamborghini is to a bicycle.
You'll note the child has reached full gestation in only 19 weeks.
If the growth agents we've been experimenting with
keep working miracles at the same rate...
he'll be ready for the kind of work General Ames has in mind
by the time he's chronologically ten years old.
It's unfortunate this breakthrough comes at the expense of a tragic accident.
Well, Senator...
I like to think that a brilliant young athlete...
even after death, has the opportunity to do great things.
I mean, we're standing at Kitty Hawk, my friends.
We're watching Columbus sail from Cadiz.
(crying)
- General? - No, you go ahead, Drew.
What is it, darling? Are you all right?
Nothing. I think I just swallowed something
the wrong way, that's all.
When my son first told me he wanted to be a writer,
I told him he'd better find himself a rich wife.
When he told me he was going to marry an artist,
I told his mother to get his old room ready
for the day when he'd have to throw himself
on the mercy of his hard-working parents.
I am so happy to say I haven't been right yet.
To my son,
on the publication of his first novel,
the first of many.
And if any of you know
where such a nice boy got the idea
for the scene with the drill and the snake,
please... don't tell me.
To Marty.
- Here, here. - Well said.
Excuse me.
I'm just gonna get a little air.
Kathy, could you take her for a second?
What's going on?
I don't know. It's weird...
it's... I feel like I'm scared or something.
Do I need to call a doctor?
No, it's... it's not physical.
If there was something to be scared about, I'd understand.
Are you kidding?
What's scarier than having all your dreams come true?
I think I feel better.
I could get the kids out here on some pretext
and we could all sneak away to Bora Bora.
Why drag the kids into it?
You know, I've seen photos of the swimmer at that age.
There isn't the slightest resemblance.
With all the experimentation we did with his genetic makeup...
there was the possibility that we would alter his appearance
but not his talents.
Are you ready to meet Alfie?
Oh, yes.
It's okay, Alfie...
I brought a friend.
This is General Ames. I'd like you to meet him.
Alfie. Actually, we met once before
when you were a very little boy.
I... just came by to see how you're doing.
I'm doing great, sir.
Well, I'm glad to hear that.
I brought you a present. I hope you like checkers.
Wow. I love checkers. I bet I could beat you.
I'll have to take you up on that.
Alfie, you can beat the general at checkers later.
Right now I have something very important
that I'd like to discuss with you.
General, would you excuse us, please?
Of course. I'll see you in a minute, Alfie.
That'd be great.
Thank you.
Alfie, you wanna send Pepper to his house?
Hey, go to your house, Pepper.
Alfie, have a seat.
I afraid I have some bad news.
We've discovered in our midst a dangerous spy.
An assassin that was sent here with orders to kill all of us.
What spy? Where is he? I'll take care of him.
Well, I'm sorry that I have to tell you this...
but the assassin is Pepper.
Pepper's a dog.
That's true, but dogs can be trained.
And it stands to prove what I've always told you...
that you can only trust you and me.
- He's just a dog. - Alfie, you know what you have to do.
Be at peace, Alfie.
I'm at peace, Father.
Come here, Pepper. Come here, boy.
No!
Open this door.
Pepper, come!
Get this door open. Alfie!
Sit. Stay.
Alfie.
Alfie!
That's enough, Alfie, don't hurt him.
It's a mistake. He isn't a spy.
It's a mistake, Alfie.
Make him stop.
I said make him stop!
Be at peace, Alfie.
The General's right.
We made a mistake.
A fearless soldier is not the same thing as a heartless killer
and if you'd ever been within 10,000 miles of a combat zone...
that's something you'd know.
I thought the entire point of this project
was to create a fearless soldier
who would never question the moral foundation of an order.
I'm pretty sure I heard that somewhere
and I think I heard it from you.
Well, that's not what I see.
I see a little boy who's never learned to be sad,
and I take full responsibility for that.
Don't be fooled by the "Aw, shucks, General,
I'd sure like to play checkers with you" demeanor.
Alfie is a weapon.
He is designed to be a normal human in the normal world...
but that's all he is, a brilliant design.
There is no more heart and soul inside of him
than there is in a Patriot missile.
I'm pulling the plug on this project.
You don't have the authority to do that, General.
I take my directives from the Chairman
of the Armed Services Committee, not you.
Daddy's roommate at Harvard?
Princeton, actually.
Well, then I'll call my roommate from West Point.
He's military affairs editor for the "Post".
And I'll make sure your father knows he has you to thank
for the Pentagon review of all defense contracts
currently held by Oslett Technologies.
Big world, Alfie. Bigger than anybody told you.
It's filled with a lot of bad people.
A lot of good people, too.
It's scary.
I know.
It's okay, Alfie. Everything's gonna be all right now.
Hey, buddy. How do you feel?
Hungry.
Of course you're hungry. Your wounds are healing themselves.
Can I go home now and watch TV?
Absolutely. Do you think you can walk?
Yes.
Beyond belief. You'd never know he was even scratched.
I can't believe we're actually beginning.
And if I have one penny left when this is finished...
I won't have spent enough.
And the rear mast is about to...
(explosion sound - hollering)
We've taken a hit!
Man the lifeboats! Women and children first!
No, Captain, we will not abandon ship.
We will stand by you till the end.
My country 'tis of thee,
sweet land of liberty...
Okay guys, be sure to do your homework.
Don't we always?
Tell Mom I'm going for a drive.
I'll be back in an hour.
Maybe Brett should get to San Francisco before the murder.
That way we don't know if his alibi is a fake until
after Grace confesses to the Seattle job.
Uh or Aw, you know what? Forget it.
If Brett gets to San Francisco before...
If Brett gets there before Grace,
how does Walter find out the combination
to the locker at the airport? Maybe he could...
(horns blaring)
(tires screeching)
I need the number for a taxi, please.
I blacked out, Paige.
I blacked out and hallucinated at 60 miles an hour.
You know what it's gonna take for me to get behind the wheel again?
What if the girls had been in the car?
What did Dr. Guthridge say?
- Don't cut so close to your fingers. - You know Paul.
He won't make a guess over the phone, so I'm gonna go see him
and let him run all the tests in the world.
Meanwhile, I picked up this book
when I was researching "Slow Bleed".
Look, cross-referenced by symptom.
You do not need some Home Guide to Hypochondria
to tell you that the stress you've been under would crush
many a lesser man than Martin Stillwater.
Deadline on a new book, British rights bidding war,
"Celebs" article on the stands, what, tomorrow?
Paige, stress is when you don't have a bidding war
going on over your British rights.
(sighs) Listen to this.
Blackout plus amnesia and hallucinating equals Alzheimer's.
I mean, if I was 40 years older.
Stroke covers blackout and amnesia
and doesn't say anything about the hallucinating.
Martin James Stillwater,
look me in the eye and listen carefully.
- You do not have a brain tumor. - I think I do.
I mean, I think I might have something very, very serious.
That's what you thought a couple of years ago
when you thought you had chest pains. Turned out to be a pulled muscle.
- I was lucky. - You're still lucky.
Maybe that's the problem.
You know what they say about the Fates.
Bunch of old Ionely witches sitting up there
weaving the same old rug for the last million years.
They think somebody gets a little too lucky,
they reach for the scissors.
Any old ladies show up here with sharp sewing utensils,
they'll have to talk to me.
(festive music playing - people talking)
(screams)
(siren wailing)
Welcome to Fort Worth, Mr. Stiles.
Would you like a map of the area?
A map is the last thing in the world I need.
Old hand at Texas, are you?
Actually, no, I've never been here before in my life.
It's a funny thing, though.
Wherever my company sends me, I just almost automatically
seem to know how to get where I need to go.
Like a map has been planted in my head.
Well, it sounds to me like your company
has a very together travel department.
By the way, this was delivered for you.
- Hi, can I help you? - Soda.
Coming right up.
(TV Announcer:) The de facto head of Peru's military
had been in the spotlight recently due to his vehement support
for a widening of the already bloody border war with Bolivia.
Sources report the suicide note
contained references to dark thoughts
Obregon was no longer able to control.
James Ewald of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee
commented today in Washington,
"We are sorry for the sadness this may have caused the Colonel's family,
but there's a chance this tragedy could open a possibility
of a wide and lasting peace in South America."
Peace.
Hi.
You here for the book fair?
No.
Actually, I'm really quite busy right now.
(soft music playing - laughter)
(cheering)
Whoa. Rock and Roll.
Ask me how my day went.
How was your day?
I don't know.
Lately I've been feeling like, what's the point.
Hotel rooms and rented cars and one city after another...
No, I have a little girl.
Well, she's lucky that it's against the rules.
"Don't leave a mess, Alfie. Don't make a mess."
Get out.
Hurry up. Get out!
You have the power to go that extra mile,
for family...
Remember how mom...
(telephone rings)
Are you there, Alfie?
Where else would I be?
That's very funny.
You really make me laugh sometimes. Is everything okay?
- When do I get to go home? - You are home.
You're home every time you speak to me on the phone.
No, I mean really home.
Mom and Dad and groceries and a bicycle in the driveway.
You've really been watching too much television, Alfie.
Alfie...
Be at peace, Alfie.
No.
Be at peace, Alfie.
I am at peace, Father.
Very good.
Now, after a favor for me in Texas, you'll be going to Miami.
You'll catch a plane tonight at midnight.
Now turn off the television so we can discuss your responsibilities.
Are you looking at the picture of my father and Kingman Flagg?
- I see it. - Good. That's very good.
Look, Daddy. I'm the Queen of England.
Daddy, look.
Look, Daddy, I'm the Queen of England.
Daddy, look.
And I am...
- Daddy, what's wrong? - Oh, nothing, sweetheart.
Just a little headache I've had all day. I'll be okay.
Now, where was I? Ah, yes.
And I am the evil Grand Duke Lingills,
plotting to steal your Queendom!
(playful screaming echoes)
Daddy!
Daddy.
What's up? Is everything all right?
Hello, Dad.
Want to watch some television with me?
What is this?
I think the first report should be on just about now.
Business associates have expressed shock at the heart attack death
of eccentric petroleum magnate, Kingman Flagg.
A police spokesman has just announced that although
Flagg had declared a fight to the death against
a takeover bid by Oslett Industries, no foul play is suspected.
Kingman Flagg began his often bumptious career
in the petroleum industry...
You heard?
Yes, well, we already know the nephews are ready to talk...
Excellent...
Yes, well...
Send flowers and a note with my, with my signature.
Yes... Bye.
Fate.
Ah, fate.
Oh, she's a nasty customer, isn't she?
Fate?
Merry Christmas, Dad.
Which means what?
Remember when we shut down the Triple W project
after General Ames was killed in the car crash?
Yes.
We didn't really shut it down.
We kept it going very quietly
and it has surpassed our wildest dreams.
We make these little beauties in Czechoslovakia,
or whatever the hell they're calling it these days.
You can pack it with one cc of anything you like
and it will dissolve in the human body within 15 minutes.
You killed Kingman Flagg?
Me? No. No, it wasn't me.
It was Alfie. The Alfa clone from the project.
I mean, as far as anyone knows, Kingman Flagg died of a heart attack.
And if Alfie should ever be caught, which of course he won't be,
he doesn't know one name.
He doesn't know mine, he doesn't know anybody's.
He doesn't even know where he lives.
I want you to leave.
Go on, get out of here.
Fine.
Listen to me...
for the first time in my life I'm doing something
that is not about making money.
Dad, this is something we can do together
and I want you to be a part of it.
Do you know what happened in South America yesterday?
No. No. I don't want to know.
Like you've ever wanted to know anything about me!
You come in here, tell me that you've murdered someone,
and then play the neglected son?
The swimmer...
It wasn't an accident, was it?
No.
I mean, we couldn't very well have the perfect soldier running around
with the face of a gold medal swimmer, now could we?
So now you know everything.
And you could turn me in.
And erase me from your life forever.
But, with the Flagg merger being investigated by the Justice Department,
and 13 billion dollars at stake,
I'm not going to be packing for Leavenworth anytime soon.
You know, I suppose it's really no great loss.
I mean, after all,
we've managed to get along just fine without you.
"We"?
Who else is in this with you, Drew?
Excuse me, can you help me with something?
With what?
What's it like to have a memory?
I know that's a strange question, but...
I can remember how to drive a car
and which way is left and right, but...
but not things in life, like on TV.
Not Mom and Dad
and the first time I rode a bicycle.
I actually have to get back to work.
No, listen...
please.
This is important.
See... It's all just blank.
And that makes me really sad.
Like, just now I had...
Well, it was the first time in my life,
and I just want to be sure that it was a memory
like on television, like... like a television show in your head...
Look, could you just leave me alone, okay?
(laughing)
Good night, Sheldon.
Good night, Loretta.
Good night, Bob.
Good night, Peepers.
I'm going to the corner to see if the magazine's on the stand.
Just keep it where I won't accidentally
get a glimpse of it, please.
Why do you always get so grumpy when somebody mentions
the magazine article?
Because he doesn't want to be a circus freak.
But we all know it's way too late for that.
Why do they always think it's so important
to tell the world that I only have one kind of shirt?
Strangeness sells magazines.
You know, a complete and total disinterest in fashion
is a sign of... distinguished intellect.
Who said that? Somebody said that, right?
Face it, Dad. You're weird.
Out of the mouths of babes. Good night.
- Good night. - Good night, Mom.
Okay. Here we go.
Made you look. Ten points.
Five, max.
Seven and a half or no story.
Okay, seven and a half.
"At last, Thanksgiving is safely past...
More turkey eaten this year than last.
It rhymes.
More 'taters got stuffed, more yams got jammed...
into our mouths by using both hands...
Slaw by the bucket, biscuits by twos,
We all got too fat to fit in our shoes...
It isn't a day to be gloomy and listless...
I ask you, young ladies...
- what is it? - It's Christmas!
The reindeer galloped like bats out of hell.
If that's Santa's driving...
then Santa's not well.
He hoots, he gibbers, he chortles and spits.
Whoever knew Santa was this given to fits?
His mean little eyes spin like devilish tops,
Somebody, somebody, call in the cops!
A closer look proves what we all guessed...
It's psychosis...
and a really bad case of - back off - halitosis.
So beware when Christmas
comes this year..."
"Unattended vehicles are subject to immediate tow-away.
For your safety and security, do not leave your baggage unattended.
The white zone..."
"So beware, when Christmas comes this year...
Because there is something new to fear."
- To be continued. - No!
Yes.
May I have your autograph?
West.
West, I knew it.
Now, I know this doesn't make any sense...
but somebody has my children.
And I can't take a plane...
because if I use my credit card they'll trace me in a second.
Now I know why they don't give me much cash.
Daddy!
Daddy, help!
Please, Daddy!
Honey, what's wrong? What is it?
Honey, what's wrong?
What is that doing here?
"Deadly Twilight", remember?
You swore you'd send it back when you were finished
with your research.
I never got around to it.
I don't want it in the house, Marty.
- We need it. - What for?
What are you afraid of?
I love you, Marty, you gotta tell me what's going on.
I don't know.
I'm right here. Everything's gonna be fine.
(telephone rings)
Yes?
I'm in Miami. Guess who isn't?
What?
He checked in for an 11:10 flight.
His boarding pass has been handed in.
Try to transcend denial, Drew.
Our boy has gone AWOL.
He can't go AWOL, Carl...
because he can't do anything without asking permission.
Well, if... you like that reality better.
Do you think he's hurt?
I mean, if he was hurt, we'd know, right?
Well, he's definitely out there and he's on the move.
How fast can you get to Phoenix?
- Fast. - All right.
I'll meet you in baggage claim at 3:00 p.m.
Little do-it-yourself shoe repair?
Oh, no. I'm figuring my company must have
some kind of a way of tracking me.
Some kind of transmitter of some kind.
I haven't found any implants under my skin...
so these shoes are about the only place it could be.
Makes sense.
I knew it. I knew they wouldn't let me get away so easy.
Hey...
You guys be careful today, okay?
Daddy, we're gonna be late for school.
Daddy, don't move a muscle.
Made you look! Made you look!
Eight points. Address all complaints to the management.
"A closer look proves what we've guessed...
It's psychosis. And a really bad case of...
back off - halitosis!"
- You know what, Daddy? - What?
You're so silly.
You call me the second you feel anything weird, okay?
Millisecond.
A killer, but not a bad guy.
Misunderstood by society...
Forced to kill because of what had been done to him.
A posse on his trail.
Hi, Jan, it's Marty.
Hi. Oh, god, Marty, I just read "Crimes of Fashion". Incredible.
- Thanks... listen... - I mean unbelievable.
I never would've guessed it would have been the manicurist.
I mean, not in a million years.
Oh, we aim to please.
Is there a chance the doc can see me earlier?
Ooo, he's at the hospital till 1:30, not a prayer.
- Okay, I'll see you at 2:00. - Bye bye, Marty.
(rock and roll music begins)
(music stops)
I'm on my way, babies. Daddy's coming home.
(car horn honking)
Don't be crazy, don't be crazy.
Here I will do my work.
"For Paige Simpson Stillwater...
best friend, hardest critic...
sweetest wife."
"For my mother and my father, Alice and James Stillwater...
who can't be blamed."
Mammoth Lakes.
How did you wipe all of that out of my brain?
He's just up ahead at a rest stop.
Jack, Franny...
Oh, my god.
This is bad...
This is very bad.
Oh, my god.
Listen to this:
"In his never varying uniform of jeans and button-down shirt,
the ritual vestments of the latest...
the ritual vestments of the latest California cult..."
I didn't want to come off like some kind of twisted maniac
from one of my own books.
You need to calm down, Marty. Your blood pressure's doing backflips.
Now, what exactly leads you to believe this was a panic attack?
Hyperventilating, my heart was pounding, it...
it felt like it was gonna explode.
Sounds like sex.
It wasn't. Trust me.
And Paige thinks it's just stress, right?
Well, I'm inclined to agree with her, Marty.
I mean, just relax, you know?
A little fame won't kill ya.
What will?
Well, after a careful assessment of all the tests I've run this afternoon...
I'd have to say, old age.
Look, there is someone that I want you to talk to.
Her name is Bar...
If she's a shrink, forget it, all right?
I'll work it out in my stories.
You came here for my advice, so I'm giving it to you...
Now either you go call this woman...
or I will be forced to get out the latex gloves. Again.
Paige...
(telephone rings)
(answering machine:) Hi, I'm on a brutal hideous deadline
for the show I know you're all coming to the opening of...
so if I don't pick up, it's nothing personal.
Paige, it's me, Marty.
Hey, baby.
It's the real Marty.
I don't know how long I've been gone, but I'm back.
I know I've been acting strange for awhile, but that's all over now.
Oh, there's so much to explain.
So much to try to remember.
I need you to come home now...
before the girls get home.
You and I, we need to spend some time.
Alone. Together.
It's been so long.
Honey, is something wrong?
What did the doctor say?
I need you so much.
Marty, what... what're you talking about?
Come home, Paige. Come home now.
(cellular phone rings)
- Hello. - Hi, honey.
Hi.
What was that all about?
What was what all about, honey?
I'm... I'm back, come home now.
You lost me, kid.
A minute ago, you just called here acting as if...
I haven't called anybody.
You didn't just call me?
Did somebody call and say they were me?
- Yes. - And they sounded like me?
Exactly.
But not like you at all, it's hard to explain.
Well, I can explain it. Must be the article in the magazine.
I swore I'd never have to have an unlisted number,
but I guess the time has come.
Yeah, that's probably it. Some unbalanced fan...
copying your voice.
Do I have any other kind?
Of course not.
Okay, bye, sweetheart. I'll be home around 4:30.
Okay, bye.
Dr. Guthridge's office.
Hi, Jan, it's Paige. I need to talk to Paul about Marty.
Oh, I'm sorry. He's with a patient right now.
Could you see if he could give me a second?
It's sort of an emergency.
You'd better clean up your act, Marty.
You're back home now...
with a wife that you can talk to about your writer's block...
and anything else that's bothering you in the whole wide world.
Oh, my god.
I need my life back.
Are you a robot or a clone or is it just makeup?
No. Makeup wouldn't have fooled Paige all this time.
I need to speak to Dr. Guthridge...
No, tell him it's an emergency.
I'm having some kind of an episode...
Calling back to headquarters, huh?
Telling the bosses where Alfie's run away to?
So then it's "Be at peace, Alfie...
Be at peace, Alfie."
And then it's "I am at peace, father"
and then kiss and make up.
Well, not this time.
Now I know you're not a robot.
A robot wouldn't have to use the phone.
It would just transmit.
How long have I been gone?
Is it me or you on the back of those books?
When I kill you...
will I get my memories back?
Will I be able to write again?
I need my life back.
You stole it, and I need it back.
I need it so bad it hurts.
I need my Paige and my Charlotte and my Emily.
I need my little Emily.
(music begins)
What kind of father have you been?
You're a writer, you watch TV.
Rats and snakes always represent evil...
so I killed them.
It's my life! It's mine!
I want it back.
I want it now!
(gasping)
Who are you?
Marty Stillwater.
Why do you look like me?
Broken...
Where did you came from?
Father never told me.
(car door shuts - talking heard)
Stay in the car.
Get the girls out of here as fast as you can.
What happened?
Take them to Vic and Kathy's.
And get the police here as fast as you can.
Daddy, why do you have a gun?
- You're bleeding. - It's not my blood.
Take them to Vic and Kathy's now. They'll be safe at the Delorio's. Hurry!
Delorio.
- Come with us. - I can't.
Take them over to Vic and Kathy's. Hurry.
- Drop it! - Down the street!
Do it!
The Infiniti down the street, he's getting away.
Hands in the air.
Don't move.
Hands in the air.
- He's getting away. - Kick it away from you,
- Hands in the air. - He's getting away.
- Face down. Get down, now. - Hands behind your back.
It's okay. It's okay. I'm the one who called.
I live here. This is my house.
He's my husband. He's Marty Stillwater.
Get back, lady, get back.
Get back, honey. Please.
Are the kids all right?
They're fine.
Okay, babies, I gotta go. The police are waiting.
There's a rumor about some chocolate chip cookies inside,
but it hasn't been confirmed. Go see Kathy.
Lord almighty, what's going on over there?
I'd give everything I have for an answer to that question, Vic.
Now please listen to me very carefully.
No matter what happens, do not give the kids to anyone.
Not the cops. No one. Unless Paige is with them.
Not even to me.
Not unless she's with me.
Not even you?
Only if Paige is with me, okay?
What... what's going on?
They're waiting for me. Only Paige.
Excuse me, sir, could I go ahead of you, please?
I really, really need to eat.
Oh, well, you'd have to take it up with the bosses here
and well, I don't think you'd have much luck.
Please.
Look, forget it, man, okay?
The way I've been engineered,
I can heal anything that happens to me
except getting my head cracked open.
But all that bio-energy needs to come from some place.
Now, you see these...
They were inside of my chest just ten minutes ago.
I really appreciate it!
Victor Delorio.
Quite a story.
I want 24-hour protection for the house and for my children.
That's not my department, but I'll pass it along.
You're entirely certain that you don't have a twin brother?
He doesn't have any brothers, he's an only child.
Now, the gun you shot this intruder with...
did you purchase that from a licensed gun dealer?
Yes, I bought it for research.
I don't like to write about a gun I haven't used.
Is the Heckler and Koch another weapon you purchased for research?
Heckler and Koch?
P7. Fires nine millimeter ammunition.
Do you have a license for it?
I don't own a P7.
It was lying on the floor of your office.
That was his gun.
So there's no license for it?
How would I know if there's a license for it? It's not mine.
In your... research, Mr. Stillwater...
have you learned how much blood there is in the human body?
Say a body approximately the size of your own.
5 liters.
That's very good. As a guess, but an educated guess,
I'd say there's somewhere between two and three liters of blood
in various rooms in this house.
Do you know what I expect to find with that much blood?
The body that it came from.
That's right...
Because it really does stretch the imagination
to picture such a grievously wounded man being able to flee the scene.
Do you see the problem I'm having putting all this together?
I already told you, I don't understand what's going on here either.
You have a new book coming out in a month or so, don't you?
What's that got to do with anything?
Ah, I'd imagine that if... Mr. Murder himself
became the target of some... mysterious killer...
a glossy magazine article would be just the beginning
of all the free publicity.
If you're suggesting that my husband murdered his little girl's pets
as a publicity stunt, get the hell out of here.
Now you do know it's illegal to file a false crime report.
And if the blood we found in this house did come from an animal,
our lab will be able to determine the exact species.
Let's go.
This time you've gone right off the deep end.
Au contraire, Detective. I don't think we've seen the half of it.
And the next time you display doubt in your superior officer
during an interrogation, I'm gonna have you put on report.
Who're you calling?
My parents.
Maybe they had twins and the hospital told them
that the other one died but they sold it in some kind
of illegal adoption or something.
You don't believe me.
Marty, for 13 years your voice has been
the first sound I've heard in the morning
and the last sound I've heard at night.
I know it like the sound of my own breathing.
I didn't call you today.
He must have gotten your number here in the house
before I got here.
Would you believe this story if you heard it?
Would you have it happen to one of your characters?
Do you think I killed our own pets?
Took a sledgehammer to our own house?
Do you think I poured blood into our own rugs?
You had a blackout on the highway yesterday.
Maybe you had another blackout and just went crazy or something.
What happened on the highway yesterday was totally different.
I remember every second of what happened here today.
Paul told me that he wanted you to see a psychiatrist and you wouldn't.
You checked up on me?
I was scared.
I'm scared right now.
Let's get the girls and get the hell out of here, okay?
Let's say we're gonna do it because we don't want 'em
to see the blood all over the house.
I don't care why, just so long as we do it. Please.
And if my parents don't have an explanation for all of this
and the cops don't catch this guy and clear all of it up,
then I'll take any test you want.
I'll see whatever shrink Paul says, okay?
Okay.
I know who it was. It was Mrs. Sanchez.
Daddy wouldn't shoot the cleaning lady.
He would if she went berserk.
No, no way. She's too nice.
Nice people go berserk all the time.
Name one.
Mrs. Sanchez.
But she only comes on Saturdays.
You think when you're going berserk, you care what day it is?
Hello, Victor.
Well, hello, Martin.
Welcome to my humble abode.
Where are the girls?
They're in the den. Come on in.
I need my girls. I need them now.
Are you okay?
I need my little girls.
Daddy, what took you so long?
Is Mrs. Sanchez okay? Did you have to shoot her?
Is she dead?
My Emily, my Charlotte.
Daddy loves you very much.
And he's not going to let anyone steal you away ever again, okay?
What is this, Marty? What... what happened over there?
We have to go now.
Come on girls. Come on. Hurry.
Hold my hands, okay? Come on.
We're your friends, Marty. We wanna help.
Thank you, but there's really nothing you can do.
Where's Paige?
Go ahead, girls. Get in that car right there.
Whose car is it?
It's Daddy's new car. I bought it today. Go ahead.
- It's okay. Go on. - Look, Marty. Wait, Marty.
Marty, you told me earlier not to let the girls
go with anybody unless Paige is with them.
Please, we have to go, Paige is waiting.
You told me to not let the girls go unless Paige was here with them.
Not even you!
Please, Vic!
I'm sorry. It's like I'm losing my mind.
It's so crazy with all that's going on.
And what is going on?
Wait! Don't open the door, honey.
He could be standing right outside.
I forgot something, I'll be right back, okay?
Okay.
You know what an obsessive fan is, don't you?
Well, some creep is out there... he's read all my books,
now he thinks he can steal my children.
He came to my house with a gun.
I had to shoot him.
That's why the police were here today earlier.
Vic, can you imagine me shooting someone?
Now you should go back inside. He could come back.
But... but, the cops...
The cops don't understand the problems of artistic people, Vic.
Now please, go back inside.
He could come back any second.
Okay, everybody, buckle up, please.
Where're we going? Whose car is this?
Where's Mommy?
Did you really have to shoot somebody? Did you shoot first?
Quiet, please. Daddy's concentrating.
Where's Mommy, Daddy?
Why can't you tell us where Mommy is?
Shut up! Just shut up!
Be at peace, Charlotte. Be at peace, Emily.
You two shouldn't cry so much.
You should try to be stronger.
I blame myself for the problems you have,
but all of that is going to change.
Marty, let's go.
Emily! Charlotte!
- Who's that? - It's Daddy!
He's not your daddy!
Emily! Charlotte!
Daddy, hurry!
Daddy, come on. Come on, Daddy!
Emily! Charlotte!
He's not your daddy,
but I swear he will never ever trick you or hurt you again.
Daddy, help us!
Daddy, no!
Hurry, Daddy! Daddy!