Cellular Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Cellular Script


 

                   

But we don't have a fishtank.



 

                   

- We could get one.

- Oh, mister.



 

                   

Mom, will you still be a science teacher

when I get into high school?



 

                   

Hmm...

you never know.



 

                   

Why?



 

                   

'Cause I think it'd be kind of weird to

have your mom as a teacher.



 

                   

Ah!



 

                   

I don't. I don't think so.

I think...



 

                   

it might be

kind of neat.



  

                   

Why?



  

                   

Because then I'd get to hug and kiss you

anytime I wanted to.



  

                   

Mom, that is gross.



  

                   

Get out of here.



  

                   

You have soccer,  :  .

I'll pick you up.



  

                   

Okay, Mom.



  

                   

Mom!



  

                   

Morning, Rosario.



  

                   

- Buenos dias, Miss Jessica.

- Como esta?



  

                   

Ay, bien, bien.



  

                   

Miss Jessica, you had a phone call when

you were in the shower.



  

                   

I think they left you

a message.



  

                   

Okay.



  

                   

Don't move!



  

                   

Don't touch that alarm!



  

                   

Search the house.

Put her in the van.



  

                   

- What are you doing?

- Shut up.



  

                   

I'm videotaping hot chicks

walking in their bikinis.



  

                   

Man, this is the greatest

cell phone ever made.



  

                   

It is, I'm not kidding.



  

                   

Hey, I draw you.

I draw you, $ .



  

                   

- No, no, no, no tengo dinero, gracias.

- Let me get the phone.



  

                   

Hold on a second. I'm e-mailing this

video to my computer.



  

                   

It's gonna be

my new screen-saver.



  

                   

- Here you go.

- It's Chloe.



  

                   

No, dude, don't do this.

Don't do this.



  

                   

- I'm just gonna say hi.

- You're not gonna say hi.



  

                   

- No hi? I can't say hi?

- No hi. Come on, man.



  

                   

Hold it together. This girl... she dumped

you, all right?



  

                   

Have some self-respect.

Have some dignity.



  

                   

- You're right.

- Be strong.



  

                   

- You're right, thank you.

- Yeah, all right.



  

                   

Oh, what's

going on, ladies?



  

                   

What... what are you...

bro?



  

                   

Like I'm talking to myself.



  

                   

Chloe!



  

                   

- Hey!

- Ryan.



  

                   

- Hello, Chad.

- Chloe.



  

                   

- Sam.

- Hey.



  

                   

Friend with nipples.



  

                   

Hey, so I called you

the other night.



  

                   

I know, Tara told me.



  

                   

Why didn't you

call me back?



  

                   

Let's chat over here.



  

                   

- Okay.

- Good luck, man.



  

                   

Okay, Ryan, I really want you

to hear this, okay?



  

                   

We're not

getting back together.



  

                   

What, you mean

like today?



  

                   

'Cause that's fine.

I have time.



  

                   

This is just some

big joke to you, isn't it?



  

                   

No, it's not,

it's not.



  

                   

Yes, yes,

you know, see...



  

                   

this is exactly why I broke up with you

in the first place.



  

                   

You are irresponsible,

self-centered,



  

                   

completely childish.



  

                   

And, look,

I need to move on.



  

                   

All right, okay, wait, wait, wait.

I know I used to be that way.



  

                   

I used to be all those

things, but not anymore.



  

                   

I'm serious, Chloe,

ever since you dumped me,



  

                   

I've been thinking

about my life...



  

                   

and I've changed.



  

                   

- Sure you have.

- I have.



  

                   

I came down here

to volunteer.



  

                   

For what?



  

                   

For what... for the...

the "Heal The Day."



  

                   

Watch your back.



  

                   

"Heal the bay?"



  

                   

Yes, that's what I said.



  

                   

That's bullshit.



  

                   

Give me something... give me something

to do. I'll prove it to you.



  

                   

Okay then,



  

                   

Here. These flyers need to be handed

out before the concert tonight.



  

                   

- Okay.

- Chloe, he can get the t-shirts.



  

                   

Right... there're four boxes

of T-shirts



  

                   

that need to be picked up

from the Office Depot.



  

                   

Okay, that's not

a problem.



  

                   

- Okay.

- Okay.



  

                   

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.



  

                   

Shit!



  

                   

I'm just a big fan of, you know...

elastic. I think it's awesome.



  

                   

Ah, dude,

that sucks.



  

                   

No, that sucks more.

I'm not doing this.



  

                   

- Please, Chad. It'll take    minutes.

- No! Dude, no.



  

                   

You get to hang out with her friend with

the nipples. I think she liked you.



  

                   

You're a god,

thank you.



  

                   

It's awesome.

See you later, man.



  

                   

Ah, so it's chilly

out here, huh?



  

                   

No, not really.



  

                   

I beg to differ.



  

                   

Hello? Hello?



   

                   

If you'd like to make a call...

- Shit!



   

                   

# My baby loves me #



   

                   

# And I'm running away #



   

                   

# Running away #



   

                   

# I've been

thinking lately #



   

                   

# About the things

I've done so wrong... #



   

                   

Hello, gorgeous.



   

                   

See, this is exactly why I broke up

with you in the first place.



   

                   

You are irresponsible,



   

                   

completely childish...



   

                   

Hello.



   

                   

Hello, hello!



   

                   

Hello, thank God!



   

                   

Who is this? Chloe?



   

                   

My name is Jessica Martin.

I need your help.



   

                   

I've been kidnapped. I... I need you

to go to the police.



   

                   

Kidnapped, huh?



   

                   

This is for real.

I... I don't know where I am.



   

                   

I... I'm locked up

in an attic somewhere.



   

                   

I... I think they're going

to kill me.



   

                   

Nice kidnappers

to give you a phone.



   

                   

They... they didn't give me

a phone, no.



   

                   

Th... there was a...



   

                   

Right, I think if you were in trouble,

you would've called the cops and not me.



   

                   

Now, I got another

call, okay?



   

                   

Please, just listen.



   

                   

The phone I'm on

is shattered.



   

                   

I've been clicking wires

together forever



   

                   

trying to reach

someone, anyone.



   

                   

Please,

just don't hang up.



   

                   

I may not get anyone else.



   

                   

Right, later.



   

                   

- Hello?

- I have no idea what just happened.



   

                   

One minute I'm talking

to nipples, next thing you know,



   

                   

I'm wearing a whale costume

handing out flyers.



   

                   

That sucks.

Sounds like she got you.



   

                   

I mean, I'm not saying

it doesn't have its benefits.



   

                   

Hey, you guys know that a blue whale's

got an   -foot penis?



   

                   

- Heal the bay.

- Really?



   

                   

I gotta to go.

I'll see you later.



   

                   

All right,

later, bud.



   

                   

Can you hear me?



   

                   

You're still there, huh?

You know, this has been really fun.



   

                   

But now you're wasting

my minutes. I'm gonna go.



   

                   

They're going to kill me.



   

                   

You're my only hope.



   

                   

Nice with the fake tears,

lady.



   

                   

- What's your name?

- What?



   

                   

Please, tell me your name.



   

                   

Ryan.



   

                   

Ryan...



   

                   

I don't know who you are.

I don't know you at all.



   

                   

But I can't believe

that you would be so selfish



   

                   

that you wouldn't take

   minutes out of your day



   

                   

to hand your phone

to a police officer.



   

                   

Just    minutes.



   

                   

Okay,    minutes.



   

                   

Hold on.

Hold on a second.



   

                   

Shut up, okay?

Now listen to me.



   

                   

I'm a cop and have been

for    years.



   

                   

So let's just cut the bullshit, pal,

because I've heard it all.



   

                   

Now, I ordered the "Rain Shower"

with awapuhi.



   

                   

Don't tell me jojoba is awapuhi.

I wasn't born yesterday.



   

                   

So I'm gonna return the two cases and

you will refund my money.



   

                   

Or maybe... maybe I should

just drive down there



   

                   

and we can discuss this

in person.



   

                   

No, no, no, I've got loofahs

up my ass.



   

                   

What I want is a refund.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

Thank you,

I appreciate that.



   

                   

Uh-huh, uh-huh.



   

                   

Hey, Mooney, I thought

the captain told you



   

                   

you're not supposed

to have this shit sent here anymore.



   

                   

I ordered this a long time ago, before

he ever told me that.



   

                   

Sea sponges from

the coast of France.



   

                   

Sea sponges?

Your husband like that sort of stuff?



   

                   

Hey, lay off him,

all right?



   

                   

At least he's got a plan.

What does your future hold



   

                   

besides bowling nights

and a beer belly?



   

                   

- Hey, this is Kevlar, pal.

- Yeah, have another doughnut.



   

                   

Asshole.



   

                   

- Thanks, Jack.

- Yeah, forget about it.



   

                   

You sure about this

beauty parlor thing?



   

                   

Day spa. It's a day spa.



   

                   

And no, I'm not sure

about shit.



   

                   

You know, you could

always come work for me.



   

                   

I could use you

on the task force, really, could.



   

                   

Thanks, Jack.

I appreciate that.



   

                   

But I made a deal

with Mare.



   

                   

And it's not just that.

I'm bored.



   

                   

   years... it's enough.



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

- What?

- No, nothing.



   

                   

What? Come on,

say it.



   

                   

You're pussy-whipped, Bob.



   

                   

I mean, she's got you wrapped around

her little finger like a toy.



   

                   

No, I... look,



   

                   

If this thing takes off,

we can make a shitload of money.



   

                   

And then we'll see

who's laughing.



   

                   

All right, I hope so.



   

                   

Here is our top story

this hour.



   

                   

Breaking news

coming out of Culver City:



   

                   

The bodies of two men have been

discovered outside a local warehouse



   

                   

shot execution-style in what appears

to be yet another gangland slam.



   

                   

These murders are the latest episode

in what has been dubbed



   

                   

a gang war over Los Angeles'

illegal street-drug trade.



   

                   

All right, I'm at the police station.

I'm running inside.



   

                   

- I'll give them the phone.

- Thank you so much.



   

                   

Excuse me, Officer.



   

                   

Hold on a second,

you've got the wrong form.



   

                   

What? Crap, I thought

I'd grabbed an   - .



   

                   

Hey, listen, I got some lady on the

phone who says she's been kidnapped.



   

                   

Will you talk to her?



   

                   

- Thank you.

- Sergeant Mooney.



   

                   

Y-yes, yes, Officer,



   

                   

m-my name is Jessica,



   

                   

Jessica Martin.



   

                   

I've been kidnapped. I...

I have a home in Brentwood.



   

                   

This morning, five men



   

                   

broke into my home

and killed my housekeeper.



   

                   

You got something to say

to me, puto bitch?



   

                   

Oh brother.



   

                   

Hey, hey! Break it up.



   

                   

Take this upstairs

to robbery-homicide, fourth floor.



   

                   

Wait, wait,

where am I going?



   

                   

The fourth floor,

upstairs, now, go!



   

                   

Give us a hand.

Hey, Rudy, come on.



   

                   

Excuse me, are you

a detective?



   

                   

Detective?

I'm a freaking victim here.



   

                   

Detective? Those jerks

dragged me down here.



   

                   

And they're supposed

to read me my rights.



   

                   

And they... hey, where are you going,

you little punk?



   

                   

Ryan!



   

                   

Oh my God!



   

                   

What? What is it?

What's going on?



   

                   

What?



   

                   

What? What?



   

                   

What are you doing?

What are you doing?



   

                   

No, oh, God! No!



   

                   

Oh, God!



   

                   

Where did he put it?



   

                   

- I don't know, I don't know.

- Holy shit!



   

                   

- What are you talking...?

- Where is your husband?



   

                   

Where is he?



   

                   

I...



   

                   

Oh, God...



   

                   

Tell me what

I need to know.



   

                   

Don't, please! Don't.



   

                   

You have

a little boy, right?



   

                   

He goes to the Wyman School



   

                   

- in Westwood?

- No, no.



   

                   

No! What do you want

with him?



   

                   

No! What do you

want with him?



   

                   

You've got the wrong family!

You've got the wrong family!



   

                   

Please, God! No!



   

                   

Oh my God!



   

                   

...and the victims have been

escorted to Culver City...



   

                   

We need to end

this thing now.



   

                   

Deason, Dimitri,

go get the kid.



   

                   

Ryan, Ryan?



   

                   

I know, I'm going

to get help.



   

                   

What's going on there?



   

                   

It's just static. I'm running upstairs

to find a detective.



   

                   

Hang on a second.

I might lose you, okay?



   

                   

No, you can't lose me.



   

                   

I know. We're almost there.

Don't worry.



   

                   

No, Ryan, stop,

you can't loose me or I'm dead.



   

                   

What do you want me to do?

I'm standing in the stairwell.



   

                   

I mean, I can...

I can see the door.



   

                   

Oh, shit!



   

                   

Is anybody there?



   

                   

I need a detective, please,

this is an emergency!



   

                   

Anybody!



   

                   

Oh my God!



   

                   

Ryan, what time is it?



   

                   

It's  :  .

Is anyone there?



   

                   

Listen to me. My son's school

gets out at  :  .



   

                   

They have my car.

He'll hop in the car. You have to...



   

                   

Look, I'm trying, I can't move.

What do you...



   

                   

the Wyman School.

Barrington and Sunset.



   

                   

-  :   Ryan, hurry!

- Shit!



   

                   

Where are you?



   

                   

I just turned off Sunset.



   

                   

Okay, it's on your right.



   

                   

About, uh... two miles

up the road.



   

                   

What do these guys

want anyway?



   

                   

I don't know.

I'm a science biology teacher.



   

                   

What about your husband?

Is he rich?



   

                   

No, no, he's a realtor.



   

                   

None of this

makes any sense.



   

                   

Yo, Grandma, come on!



   

                   

What is it?



   

                   

Where is a cop

when you need one?



   

                   

What is this?



   

                   

Hey, hey!



   

                   

Get off your cell phone.

Concentrate on the road.



   

                   

- Yeah, yeah...

- Idiot! You still there?



   

                   

- Oh, Ryan, hurry.

- Okay, all right.



   

                   

All right,

I see the school.



   

                   

- Ryan?

- Yeah.



   

                   

How much time do we have?



   

                   

Uh... we got one minute.



   

                   

Okay, go up

to the main building.



   

                   

His classroom will be

on... on the left.



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

- All right, I'm here.

- Okay.



   

                   

- What's your kid's name?

- Ricky.



   

                   

- Ricky what?

- Martin.



   

                   

Ricky Martin? You named your child

Ricky Martin?



   

                   

It was before the singer...



   

                   

Whatever, whatever.

What does he look like?



   

                   

He's    years old,



   

                   

blond hair, he's really s...

uh... small for his age,



   

                   

gree... green eyes,

he's got on a...



   

                   

a bl... blue shirt

and khaki pants.



   

                   

They're all wearing that.



   

                   

- Hey, are you Ricky Martin?

- No.



   

                   

- Sir, can I help you?

- Ricky Martin?



   

                   

Go to the office.

Hand them the phone.



   

                   

I'll tell them

what happened.



   

                   

Excuse me,

what are you doing?



   

                   

Hey, do you know where I can find

the administrations office?



   

                   

Yeah, it's up two...



   

                   

You can't go there

right now, sir, it's closed.



   

                   

- Oh, shit!

- You can't go in there, sir, sir?



   

                   

Ricky Martin!



   

                   

- Was that the bell?

- Yes, yes it was.



   

                   

- Ricky Martin!

- Hurry!



   

                   

Hurry, he'll go

to the parents' pickup spot.



   

                   

- Okay, okay.

- Hey!



   

                   

Oh, God! Ryan?

Ryan, they're gonna get him.



   

                   

All right, parent pickup,

I see it.



   

                   

- He'll definitely go there?

- Yes.



   

                   

What kind of car you got?



   

                   

A... a black SUV.



   

                   

Of course you do.



   

                   

Excuse me, sir,

you cannot be up here.



   

                   

You've got to be down there

with the other parents.



   

                   

I know, I'm looking for a kid named

Ricky Martin. I think he's in trouble.



   

                   

He'll have a "Lord Of The Rings"

backpack.



   

                   

Ryan, did you hear me?



   

                   

Ricky Martin!



   

                   

Holy shit, you see that?

The kid just got kidnapped.



   

                   

What?!!



   

                   

- I'm sorry. I gotta borrow your car.

- No, sir! Hey!



   

                   

Hey! Don, I need

some help here.



   

                   

Hey! Hey! Hey!



   

                   

Ryan, are you there?



   

                   

Yeah, Jessica, I'm here.



   

                   

Don't let them get away.



   

                   

It's okay, it's okay.

I can still see them up ahead.



   

                   

It's gonna be okay. I can

see them, all right, Jessica?



   

                   

You know what? This isn't a bad thing.

I can actually follow them



   

                   

to where they're holding you

and I can call the cops.



   

                   

- Shit!

- What?



   

                   

This bus just cut me off.



   

                   

Come on!



   

                   

All right, this isn't working.

Hang on.



   

                   

Son...



   

                   

Holy...



   

                   

Whoa!



   

                   

Whoa, whoa.



   

                   

Holy shit!



   

                   

Oh! Oh!



   

                   

- A-are you okay?

- We're okay.



   

                   

We're alive.

We're breathing.



   

                   

What happened?

Did you loose them?



   

                   

Don't worry,

I'll find them.



   

                   

Shit!



   

                   

What?



   

                   

Little bit of traffic.

Just give me a second, okay?



   

                   

Come on, man,

let us through.



   

                   

- Shit! My battery's dying.

- Do you have a charger?



   

                   

Yeah, at my house, Jessica.



   

                   

Hang on,

I'm checking the car.



   

                   

Now you wanna move?



   

                   

Shit.



   

                   

Whoa!



   

                   

- Did you... did you find it?

- Not exactly.



   

                   

Hey, what's the holdup?

Come on.



   

                   

You are gonna owe me

so big for this.



   

                   

Get the rig out!



   

                   

Shit!



   

                   

You still there?

Can you hear me?



   

                   

- I'm here.

- All right.



   

                   

We're getting us

a charger.



   

                   

- Sorry, excuse me, I'm sorry.

- Hey!



   

                   

I'm sorry. I'm sorry,

excuse me, I'm sorry.



   

                   

Excuse me, excuse me!



   

                   

- Hey, there's a line.

- I know, I'm sorry.



   

                   

Excuse me,

I need a charger.



   

                   

Sir, you need

to wait your turn, okay.



   

                   

And we're having a special today

on cheetah spots.



   

                   

- If you're feeling fierce.

- Ooh, how fun.



   

                   

- Excuse me, I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, sir.



   

                   

- Just a second...

- I'm with a customer.



   

                   

If you'll just take a number, somebody

will be with you shortly.



   

                   

We also have this one here.



   

                   

Hey, hey, listen, I've got a

life-and-death call on this phone.



   

                   

My battery is about to die.

You have a charger?



   

                   

Sure, yeah, why don't you

take a number, okay?



   

                   

And one of our sales

associates will help you



   

                   

when your turn

comes around, excuse me.



   

                   

No, no, my battery's

gonna die.



   

                   

Excuse me, miss, please,

I have an emergency.



   

                   

Sorry, sweetie, I'm

on break. Take a number.



   

                   

No, I don't want

to take a number.



   

                   

Come on,

this is ridiculous.



   

                   

Screw this.



   

                   

Oh, my god!



   

                   

Now who's gonna give me

that goddamn charger?



   

                   

- Dude, here's your charger.

- Thank you.



   

                   

- Hey, Jack?

- Hey, Bob.



   

                   

I sent a kid up

to see you guys this morning.



   

                   

He had a phone with him,

some woman on the other end.



   

                   

An abduction, something

like that... you do anything with that?



   

                   

You know, I've been stuck

down at City Hall all morning



   

                   

doing press on these

gang killings,



   

                   

- but, uh, I'll ask around for you.

- Would you?



   

                   

- Sure. All right.

- Thanks.



   

                   

Hey, Bob, you know,

I was thinking about it.



   

                   

You and Mare,

you'll do great with that beauty parlor.



   

                   

It's a day spa.



   

                   

Aw, shit.



   

                   

Jess, are you there?

Pick up. Jessica!



   

                   

Honey, listen to me,

you have to get out of the house



   

                   

as fast as you can. Something's

happened. There's no time to explain.



   

                   

Just get Ricky and meet me at our place

in left field, honey. I love you.



   

                   

I'll explain

to you later, now go.



   

                   

All right, we're good.

We got a charger.



   

                   

Oh my God!



   

                   

Do you want to die here?



   

                   

Oh, shit!



   

                   

No, please.



   

                   

My family hasn't done

anything to you.



   

                   

Your husband left a message

asking you to meet him in left field.



   

                   

Where is that?



   

                   

What? I... I don't know.



   

                   

I don't know.



   

                   

Go to the window.



   

                   

There's something

I want you to see.



   

                   

Dimitri, bring him out.



   

                   

You got three seconds

to tell me where left field is,



   

                   

or you're never gonna see

your son again.



   

                   

Oh, God. Oh, God!



   

                   

One...



   

                   

...two...



   

                   

He's a baby, you bastard!

He's a baby!



   

                   

- Yeah, come on...

- He's a baby, he's a baby!



   

                   

What's the matter

with you, huh?



   

                   

He's a baby,

he's a baby!



   

                   

Yeah, you wanna play?

You wanna play?



   

                   

You wanna play

with me? Huh?



   

                   

Your time is up.



   

                   

Oh, God!

No, no, no, no, no.



   

                   

- Your son is dead.

- No, no, he's not.



   

                   

No, no, no, no, no!



   

                   

It's a bar.

It's a bar in LA.



   

                   

- What?

- It's a bar



   

                   

at LAX.



   

                   

We got him.



   

                   

Put the kid in the garage.



   

                   

When I didn't show up

for work this morning



   

                   

someone called the police,

I'm sure.



   

                   

You better hope they didn't.



   

                   

You know...



   

                   

all I care about is the safety of my

son, that's all I care about. I will...



   

                   

- Shut up!

...cooperate with you. I will...



   

                   

- Shut up.

- I... I just...



   

                   

no, I just want

to tell you, I...



   

                   

Hey, hey, hey! can you

turn that down?



   

                   

Can you turn that down,

please?



   

                   

- I just want you to know...

- Shut up.



   

                   

Shut up!



   

                   

Ethan, what the hell

are we doing, man?



   

                   

This is turning into

a bunch of bullshit.



   

                   

- Man, you gotta chill out.

- LAX, let's go!



   

                   

Jessica?



   

                   

Jessica, come on,

say something.



   

                   

I'm... I'm here.



   

                   

Ah. You knew where he was,

Jessica.



   

                   

If you know stuff,

you got to tell these guys.



   

                   

Don't you get it, Ryan?



   

                   

After they find Craig,



   

                   

we're all going to die.



   

                   

You don't know that.

Don't think that way.



   

                   

We've all seen their faces.

They can't let us live.



   

                   

I feel so helpless.



   

                   

It's my family.



   

                   

- Miss Martin?

- Yes?



   

                   

- Jessica Kate Martin?

- Yes, can I help you, Mister...?



   

                   

I'm sorry.

Officer Mooney.



   

                   

Ms. Martin, did you call

the police today?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

We had a report

of a possible kidnapping.



   

                   

You haven't been

kidnapped today, have you?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

I'm sorry

to have disturbed you then.



   

                   

Oh, no problem,

thank you, Officer.



   

                   

- Yeah?

- It's Bayback.



   

                   

- What is it?

- We had a visitor, a cop.



   

                   

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, it's taken care of.



   

                   

Good.



   

                   

Oh, God.

If they find Craig...



   

                   

Hey, listen to me.

I'm not gonna let that happen.



   

                   

I'm gonna beat them

to the airport.



   

                   

Do you hear me?



   

                   

Yes, I hear you.



   

                   

- Okay.

- Thank you.



   

                   

Thank you

for doing all this.



   

                   

So what does that guy

look like,



   

                   

that guy you were

talking to?



   

                   

Um, uh...



   

                   

black jeans,

a brown leather jacket,



   

                   

close-cropped hair,

that's about it.



   

                   

What else, what else?

What was he driving?



   

                   

Just shut up.



   

                   

Wait, what?

Jessica, I can't hear you.



   

                   

- I'm sitting in it right now.

- Yeah?



   

                   

- Hello?

- It's a brand new Porsche Carrera.



   

                   

- The partners gave it to me.

- Great.



   

                   

Mm-hm, sugar.

Brand new, arctic blue convertible.



   

                   

It goes zero to   

in  .  seconds.



   

                   

Takes the girls' panties down

in  .  seconds.



   

                   

- Jessica, you still there?

- Hey, this is a private call.



   

                   

No, I'm here.

But you're breaking up.



   

                   

Get off my line!

Mom, are you still there?



   

                   

Hey, hey, listen,

this woman needs help.



   

                   

Uh, actually no,

you're gonna need help



   

                   

uh, when you pull my subpoena

out of your asshole



   

                   

for not getting

off my line.



   

                   

Jessica, Jessica,

don't hang up.



   

                   

Can you hear me?

Whatever happens, don't hang up.



   

                   

- Honey?

- What? Yeah, hey, Jess,



   

                   

don't... don't hang up.



   

                   

Hey, just be yourself, Jess.

Just get off my line, man.



   

                   

- Jessica.

- Jessica! Jessica!



   

                   

- Jessica, can you hear me?

- Who's Jessica?



   

                   

Shit!



   

                   

Please,

please, listen to me.



   

                   

I've been kidnapped.

I don't know where I am.



   

                   

They murdered

my housekeeper.



   

                   

Wait, wait, wait,

stop, stop, stop, stop!



   

                   

Murdered your housekeeper?

That... that's really cute.



   

                   

Um, A) Shut up,



   

                   

B) You can't bullshit

a lawyer, baby girl,



   

                   

Do you get that?



   

                   

Okay? I get paid $    an hour

to listen to shit like this.



   

                   

So you want me

to bill you?



   

                   

That's fine. Bill me anything you want.

Just help me.



   

                   

I will pay you...



   

                   

What the hell

is your problem, man?



   

                   

What the hell is your problem?

You want to tussle?



   

                   

- Give me your phone!

- Oh snaps.



   

                   

Give me your phone!



   

                   

Ryan? Is that you?



   

                   

Yeah, I'm here, Jessica.



   

                   

Hey, Jess,

your buddy's here.



   

                   

Look, give me your phone

or I shoot your car.



   

                   

Oh, hell no, hell no.



   

                   

Why would you want to do

something awful like that?



   

                   

Move!



   

                   

I'm really sorry about this.



   

                   

But I need your car.



   

                   

- Oh, come on, dude, I'm not...

- Look,



   

                   

- Okay. Yeah, that's fine.

- I need your car.



   

                   

Ryan, i-is that you?



   

                   

It's okay, Jessica,

I'm here.



   

                   

- Oh, I thought I'd lost you.

- Have fun.



   

                   

I'm sorry.



   

                   

W-What's happening?



   

                   

It's okay. Our lines got crossed with

some lawyer. It's all right.



   

                   

- I got his phone. I got his car.

- Okay.



   

                   

- Shit.

- What is it?



   

                   

It's a tunnel!



   

                   

Whoa, whoa! Jesus!



   

                   

- What's happening?

- Get out of the way!



   

                   

Can you back up?



   

                   

I can't. There's traffic.



   

                   

You can't loose me.



   

                   

Do you hear me?



   

                   

I'm backing up.



   

                   

Oh, look who's coming back.

Awesome! Come on, buddy.



   

                   

- I'm sorry.

- Oh, are you?



   

                   

Suck it!



   

                   

Oh, I am in deep shit!



   

                   

- Shit!

- What?



   

                   

- They're already here.

- Ryan, just find Craig.



   

                   

Don't worry,

don't worry.



   

                   

I got them.



   

                   

This is the final

boarding call for Orly,



   

                   

flight    

with service to Paris...



   

                   

Okay, what does

your husband look like?



   

                   

Please have your

boarding passes ready



   

                   

before entering

the security checkpoint...



   

                   

About six feet tall,



   

                   

really good shape,   s.



   

                   

What else?

What's he wearing?



   

                   

Blue jeans, blue jeans,

he wears blue jeans all the time.



   

                   

A Lakers jacket.

He had that on this morning.



   

                   

No, it's ridiculous.



   

                   

Okay, man,

I'll call you later.



   

                   

Have a wonderful trip,

Mr. Clouseau.



   

                   

Ah, oui-oui.



   

                   

I'm sorry, excuse me.



   

                   

Or I miss

my flight.



   

                   

This is code red,

code red.



   

                   

Concourse A.

Security checkpoint.



   

                   

Excuse me.

Step this way, please.



   

                   

- Is there a problem?

- Is this your jacket, Sir?



   

                   

- Yeah.

- He's got a gun.



   

                   

Wait, wait!



   

                   

Down, down, down!



   

                   

Don't move, don't move.



   

                   

- Stay down.

- All right, take it easy.



   

                   

We're police officers.

What's the matter with you?



   

                   

Look in the goddamn tray.

Check my ID.



   

                   

He's a cop.



   

                   

All right, back off.



   

                   

That's what

I was trying to tell you.



   

                   

Jesus Christ, Jessica,

these guys are cops.



   

                   

What the hell

is going on here?



   

                   

This doesn't make

any sense.



   

                   

All right,

I see "left field."



   

                   

Do you see Craig?

Do you see him?



   

                   

- I got him.

- Oh, thank God!



   

                   

- Don't ask questions, just follow me.

- Get off me.



   

                   

- Trust me. Your wife sent me.

- What?!



   

                   

Look, they are here and they are

looking for you.



   

                   

- They already have your family.

- What are you talking about?



   

                   

Just let me explain it

to you, just trust me.



   

                   

- Here, here he is.

- What?



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

- This is it.

- Yeah.



   

                   

Hey, bro, this isn't

my wife, okay?



   

                   

My wife's name is Patty.

My name is Ed. Good luck.



   

                   

You goddamn animals

better not have hurt them.



   

                   

Animals?



   

                   

We just recovered

the stolen vehicle.



   

                   

It's heading

to Quicksilver Towing.



   

                   

We're gonna have a look around

for the suspect.



   

                   

Shit!



   

                   

- Craig! No! No!

- Jess! Jess!



   

                   

No!



   

                   

Here she is. We've got your kid.

Now where is it?



   

                   

Tell them, tell them they've got the

wrong family. That it's a mistake.



   

                   

Oh, God, Jess, I'm sorry!

This isn't a mistake.



   

                   

Listen to me.

I've made arrangements.



   

                   

It's in a safety

deposit box.



   

                   

And it's got special instructions that

if anybody gets to it...



   

                   

No! No!



   

                   

Stop it!



   

                   

Here is the deal, Craig.



   

                   

Either you give us

what we want,



   

                   

or I blow her brains

all over you right now.



   

                   

Your call. It's an   

bullet to me, Craig.



   

                   

Okay, okay, please, please, God.

Please don't hurt her, please.



   

                   

It's in our bank

in Century City.



   

                   

Please, don't hurt her.



   

                   

- Please! I love you, Jess.

- No! No!



   

                   

You'll have help

in the bank.



   

                   

Please, don't hurt her, please!

Jess, I love you!



   

                   

- Please, don't hurt her.

- No!



   

                   

Ryan, they've gone

to the Brenner Building



   

                   

on Olympic

and Century Park.



   

                   

Hey, change of plan.

I gotta get to Century City fast.



   

                   

This definitely has

a smoother feel.



   

                   

And the fruit acid

is still...



   

                   

burning the shit

out of my face.



   

                   

Okay, well then I think we're definitely

gonna have to go with this pink one.



   

                   

No, Mare, it's

highway robbery.



   

                   

What about the...

the other blue one?



   

                   

No, I didn't like

the way that one dried.



   

                   

I think it's the uh...



   

                   

I think it's the live algae

in this one.



   

                   

Mare, listen to me.



   

                   

I'm not being

negative, okay?



   

                   

But I think

this is bullshit.



   

                   

Live algae

at $   a pop?!



   

                   

And we're rubbing it

on our face?



   

                   

Do you know how much algae

there is in the world?



   

                   

Honey, this one works.



   

                   

Yes, but maybe it's

the... the collagen.



   

                   

No, sweetie,

they all have collagen.



   

                   

I have to get that

'cause it might be the painter.



   

                   

Authorities are asking

for your help



   

                   

in identifying this man

believed to be responsible



   

                   

for today's

bizarre string of crimes.



   

                   

It started with a robbery

at gunpoint of a     cellular store.



   

                   

We were afraid he was gonna try to rob

the cash registers.



   

                   

But all he ended up doing

was buying a charger.



   

                   

Buying?! He bought that charger.

He paid for it?



   

                   

Yeah, actually

he overpaid it.



   

                   

'Cause we have

this sale going on.



   

                   

Well, There you have it,

a bizarre twist in today's crime spree...



   

                   

a criminal who appears

at least at moments



   

                   

to be honest.

Back to the newsroom.



   

                   

He continued his crime spree



   

                   

by stealing an $     

Porsche Carrera at gunpoint.



   

                   

I basically got cut off

by this young man,



   

                   

very good-looking,

in a security car.



   

                   

And he was on the phone

talking to his friend, Jessica



   

                   

who was supposedly

"kidnapped."



   

                   

Whatever the...

like... you know...



   

                   

and then, uh, basically he just

held me up at gunpoint



   

                   

and stole my Porsche.



   

                   

Directory assistance.



   

                   

Yeah, I need the number

of a residence, please.



   

                   

Jessica Martin

in Brentwood.



   

                   

That number is    -    .



   

                   

For an additional   ...



   

                   

Hi, you've reached

the Martins.



   

                   

Leave your number

and we'll call you back.



   

                   

She had an accent...



   

                   

Oh, you've got

to be kidding me.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

Whoa, hey!



   

                   

I'm sure once all

the paperwork is done...



   

                   

we should be getting it

in the next four or five days...



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Ryan, what are you

going to do now?



   

                   

I haven't had a clue

what I was doing all day.



   

                   

Mr. Martin. Oh, my...

are you all right?



   

                   

Car accident, I'm fine.



   

                   

I just need to get

back into my deposit box.



   

                   

I don't know what's in it.



   

                   

I just know

if they get it, we're dead.



   

                   

JT, will you show Mr. Martin

to his deposit box?



   

                   

Don't let them

get it, Ryan.



   

                   

Excuse me.



   

                   

- Come on, come on, let's go.

- What's going on?



   

                   

- No!

- Get some help.



   

                   

Run!



   

                   

Drop your weapon.



   

                   

L.A.P.D., lock the building down.

Dimitri, get him out of here.



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Shit!



   

                   

Damn it!



   

                   

Deason, back of the building,

back of the building now.



   

                   

Ethan, he's gone.



   

                   

It's heading

to Quicksilver Towing.



   

                   

We're gonna have

a look around for the suspect.



   

                   

Hey, hey, hey,

whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!



   

                   

Follow that tow truck.



   

                   

Craig Martin here.



   

                   

Now this building has      square feet

to use as offi...



   

                   

What the hell?



   

                   

Jesus.



   

                   

Are these cops?

What are they doing?



   

                   

Waste this guy.



   

                   

All right.

Light 'em up, boss.



   

                   

Who they? ...what the...



   

                   

Oh, Jesus.



   

                   

Oh, God! Oh, Je...



   

                   

Jack, get that asshole.



   

                   

Shit.



   

                   

I'm a dead man.



   

                   

Ms. Martin?



   

                   

Ms. Martin!



   

                   

Police.

Anybody here?



   

                   

Police officer.



   

                   

   years!



   

                   

   years

without this shit!



   

                   

Where's Jessica Martin?



   

                   

Who are you?



   

                   

I am a cop.



   

                   

Shit.



   

                   

 - - .



   

                   

Yes, Operator,

I'm a police officer.



   

                   

I need paramedics

to      Bonhill Road.



   

                   

     Bonhill Road.



   

                   

One moment, please.



   

                   

All right, no, no, no,

stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.



   

                   

Would you just

give me back my goddamn car?



   

                   

Don't take that tone

of voice with me, sir.



   

                   

I already told you.

We do not release vehicles



   

                   

until all impound fees

are paid.



   

                   

Hey, you know what?

That's really awesome.



   

                   

But guess what? I did not ask for it

to get impounded, okay?



   

                   

I got carjacked.

Do you know what that is?



   

                   

A carjacking? Where a jackoff comes up

to you, sticks a gun to your head



   

                   

and says... hey, buddy, get out of... I

was car... I had it stolen from me.



   

                   

Sir, you want

your car back or not?



   

                   

Do I want my...



   

                   

I don't know... let me think

about it for a second...



   

                   

yes, but I'm not

paying for it.



   

                   

Howie, take her

on back.



   

                   

Howie? Howie... no.

Howie!



   

                   

Howie, cut it out.

You're not...



   

                   

just... okay, fine.



   

                   

That's fine, it's fine.

It's all bad.



   

                   

I'm just gonna... this is what I'm gonna

do... I'm gonna pay you, okay?



   

                   

Never mind, Howie.



   

                   

Who do I make it out to?

Lady who sucks? Is that it?



   

                   

I tell you right now,

here you go.



   

                   

One scratch on the car

and guess who gets an ass whip...?



   

                   

Hey, that's my car!



   

                   

That's my car! Oh, no, this isn't

happening, this isn't happening.



   

                   

That ain't Howie.



   

                   

Thank you. Yes.



   

                   

Well, you missed

all the major pipes.



   

                   

And you're gonna need

about five stitches.



   

                   

But some of this tissue

looks gangrenous.



   

                   

That's avocado mud mask.



   

                   

It's for combination skin.



   

                   

Moon? You all right?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Can you give us

a minute, fellas?



   

                   

Jack, I didn't know

she was a cop. I...



   

                   

Hey, Moon, take a breath, okay?

It's gonna be okay.



   

                   

You just gotta tell me exactly

what happened here.



   

                   

I don't know. I'm still trying

to figure it out.



   

                   

I went inside. I clearly identified

myself as a cop



   

                   

and she just

opened fire on me.



   

                   

She didn't say a word.

She just started shooting.



   

                   

I checked her ID.

Dana Bayback...



   

                   

Bayback...? No.

I never heard of her.



   

                   

She was pretending

to be Jessica Martin.



   

                   

Hold on a second.

Who's Jessica Martin?



   

                   

The woman who owns

the house.



   

                   

And I think the real Jessica Martin

is in trouble, Jack.



   

                   

Did... did Bayback... did she say anything

to you at all, anything?



   

                   

Nothing.



   

                   

She never had a chance.



   

                   

It's gonna be okay.



   

                   

Hello?



   

                   

Hello? Are you there?



   

                   

You little bitch.



   

                   

I wanna know who

you were just talking to.



   

                   

No! Ow!



   

                   

First I'm gonna kill you,

then I'm gonna kill your little kid.



   

                   

Oh, you wanna play?



   

                   

What did you do to me?



   

                   

  th grade biology.

Brachial artery



   

                   

pumps    liters

of blood a minute.



   

                   

But there's only five

in the human body.



   

                   

I'm sorry. God!



   

                   

Bitch!



   

                   

- Mom!

- Ricky.



   

                   

Ricky? Baby, are you okay?



   

                   

I can't get out of here.



   

                   

Yeah? Ethan!



   

                   

- You better take this.

- What is it?



   

                   

I got what you're

looking for.



   

                   

- Oh?

- Yeah.



   

                   

Okay, and what I do

for it?



   

                   

What?!



   

                   

What I do for what I looking for?

You tell me now.



   

                   

Wait, who's this?

What number did I call?



   

                   

You call me

on the payphone.



   

                   

You waste my time.

I have pictures to draw.



   

                   

Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude.

Chill out.



   

                   

No, you don't tell me what to chill.

My mother tells me to chill.



   

                   

I sit here, I draw people

telling me to chill out all the time.



   

                   

You don't tell me what to chill.

I chill you.



   

                   

Chad!



   

                   

I thought you said

you had this under control.



   

                   

- It is.

- Oh, really?



   

                   

Why don't you ask

Bayback about that?



   

                   

I heard about the cop.

She handled it already.



   

                   

Oh, yeah? She handled that before

or after he killed her?



   

                   

What?



   

                   

Bayback is dead.



   

                   

A cop was investigating

Jessica Martin's disappearance.



   

                   

Something about some kid

who tipped him off.



   

                   

- He knows too much.

- Mooney doesn't know shit.



   

                   

And let's just leave

the thinking to me, okay?



   

                   

Go back to the bank,

get the video of the kid.



   

                   

Check every frame till you find one we

can use to ID that son of a bitch.



   

                   

You got it.

Dimitri!



   

                   

Ricky!

Listen to me.



   

                   

Get away from the window.



   

                   

Do you see the cabinet

in the corner?



   

                   

Go over there

and get behind it.



   

                   

No! Don't leave me!

Don't leave me.



   

                   

No, I'm not

gonna leave you.



   

                   

I'm not gonna leave you.

I'm gonna be right back, okay?



   

                   

I'm gonna take you home.



   

                   

Okay, Mommy.



   

                   

Get outside now!



   

                   

Come on, baby,

get in the back seat.



   

                   

Get down, hurry!



   

                   

Get down.



   

                   

Get out of the car now.



   

                   

Mom.



   

                   

- Get out of the car.

- No!



   

                   

No, don't!



   

                   

- Get out of the car.

- No, don't! Don't!



   

                   

You wanna save

that boy here?



   

                   

Get out of the car,

you bitch!



   

                   

Don't, no!



   

                   

Get out, bitch!



   

                   

- Who did you tell?

- Nobody.



   

                   

Lying bitch!



   

                   

Who is that kid at the bank?



   

                   

I don't know...



   

                   

You are dead.

Your family is finished.



   

                   

Bad timing, Tanner.



   

                   

I think we got off

on the wrong foot.



   

                   

How did you get

this number?



   

                   

Well, modern technology

is amazing, you know.



   

                   

My phone remembers

the last    incoming calls.



   

                   

What do you want?



   

                   

I want the woman

and her family.



   

                   

Okay, now let me tell you

what I want.



   

                   

I want you to tell me

where you are right now.



   

                   

Or bad things are gonna happen

to this little family.



   

                   

Sorry,

it doesn't work that way.



   

                   

Oh, really?

Go cut the kid's throat.



   

                   

Fine. You lost.

Nice talking to you.



   

                   

Ring.



   

                   

Come on, ring.



   

                   

Ring!



   

                   

Get the point?



   

                   

You're playing

with fire, kid.



   

                   

Yeah, know what? You're lucky I'm still

talking to your sorry ass, all right?



   

                   

From here on out, you do as I say,

exactly as I say.



   

                   

Or I slap this bitch on "Nightline"

and call it a day, okay?



   

                   

So how do you want

to do this?



   

                   

Santa Monica Pier.



   

                   

No. Too busy.



   

                   

Yeah, that's kind

of the idea, dickhead.



   

                   

How will I recognize you?



   

                   

You let me

worry about that.



   

                   

Give me a number

I can reach you.



   

                   

   -    .



   

                   

I can hardly wait.



   

                   

Me too.



   

                   

Yeah?



   

                   

- Where's your cop friend?

- He's right behind me.



   

                   

We're making a trade with the kid

at the Santa Monica Pier.



   

                   

- Your boy can ID him.

- All right, I'm on it.



   

                   

So how's he looking?



   

                   

He needs to go

to the hospital.



   

                   

- Why? What's up?

- No, it's nothing.



   

                   

Come on, what's up?



   

                   

We caught a break with that kid that

robbed the cell phone store.



   

                   

That's the kid

who was in the station.



   

                   

Yeah well, we know he is at

the Santa Monica Pier,



   

                   

but no one can ID him.

No one knows what he looks like.



   

                   

I do. I saw him this morning.

I can point him out to you.



   

                   

Absolutely not. You need to get stitches

or it's gonna open up again.



   

                   

Here, you take care of him.

I can wait    minutes.



   

                   

You're sure

you're up for this?



   

                   

Come on, let's solve

this goddamn thing.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

Ethan, I'm here.



   

                   

- Dimitri,

- I'm in position.



   

                   

You here?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Showtime, he's on.



   

                   

So now what?



   

                   

First you show me

the Martins are okay.



   

                   

There's a black van in the parking lot

at the northwest corner,



   

                   

next to the Spy Sunglass

truck.



   

                   

Okay, I can see it.



   

                   

He's within

visual of the van.



   

                   

Now look at

the passenger side window.



   

                   

Deason, show the woman.



   

                   

- Did you see that?

- Yeah.



   

                   

We found him yet?



   

                   

No, I don't see him.



   

                   

He's the one on the cell phone,

you idiot.



   

                   

Everybody's

on a cell phone.



   

                   

Six feet tall,



   

                   

Caucasian,



   

                   

light brown hair,

sandy hair, about   .



   

                   

I wish I could remember

what he was wearing.



   

                   

Your turn, now you show me

something.



   

                   

- No, first you let them go.

- I don't think so.



   

                   

Not until after

you give me the camera.



   

                   

Yeah, I've been thinking

about that.



   

                   

You know, it does me no good

to hand over the videotape,



   

                   

then you guys

turn around and take us out.



   

                   

I swore I wouldn't do that.



   

                   

Like you swore

to protect and serve?



   

                   

- Look, it's your choice.

- Excuse me.



   

                   

Either the Martins or the videotape.

Either way, I'm walking in five minutes.



   

                   

I'm warning you.

Shit!



   

                   

I cannot believe you.

Where have you been?



   

                   

- Chloe!

- Here. There he is.



   

                   

I got him. He's across from the arcade

talking to some girl.



   

                   

Damn it, Ryan, you know

how long I waited for those t-shirts?



   

                   

That was so important to me.



   

                   

Look, I can explain it to you.

I just can't do it right now.



   

                   

It's not safe. There are

people after me right now.



   

                   

God, I tried to call you

and your phone is off.



   

                   

Hey, kid, I've been

looking for you.



   

                   

It's me, Mooney

from the police station.



   

                   

- Shit!

- No, wait, wait, wait,



   

                   

wait a second, it's... ouch!



   

                   

Hey, there you are, kid.



   

                   

You run, everyone dies.



   

                   

Would you relax?



   

                   

He's a cop.

He's with me.



   

                   

Jessica Martin?

You were right.



   

                   

I got the kid.



   

                   

Copy.



   

                   

We're all good

here, right?



   

                   

- Hey, Mooney, you don't look so hot.

- Nah, I'm all right.



    

                   

No, I wanna get you over to the hospital

and get that checked out.



    

                   

- This is detective Dimitri, C.I.D.

- Hey.



    

                   

Get him over to the hospital.

Get him looked at.



    

                   

Just relax, will you?

You're in good hands.



    

                   

Yeah.



    

                   

Will someone please explain to me

what's going on?



    

                   

Who is she?



    

                   

She's nobody.

I've never seen her before.



    

                   

Let's go have a little chat about

Jessica Martin, huh?



    

                   

God, that felt good.



    

                   

This... this is nothing.



    

                   

Except my wife is gonna kill me

when she sees it.



    

                   

That is it.



    

                   

All right, we've got it.



    

                   

We're all done here.

Take care of the Martins.



    

                   

Tanner... we can take care of him

back at the safe house,



    

                   

not here.



    

                   

Dude! What are you doin'?

I was like...



    

                   

take a walk.



    

                   

Shit!



    

                   

Yeah-ah!



    

                   

Now get up! Up!



    

                   

Put them on.

Put them on.



    

                   

You were gonna shoot me?



    

                   

It's all right.

I'm a policeman.



    

                   

That's a very bad man.



    

                   

The kid's in a boathouse

under the pier.



    

                   

Copy that?



    

                   

Ethan, you copy that?



    

                   

Copy.



    

                   

Last chance, kid.



    

                   

You come out now,

I'll make it easy on you.



    

                   

Okay then.



    

                   

You wanna do it this way?



    

                   

Cocky little piece

of shit!



    

                   

Time's up.

Bye-bye.



    

                   

Oh, shit.



    

                   

Do you have any idea how much trouble

you've caused me today?



    

                   

Who are you?



    

                   

How did you get involved?



    

                   

I just answered my phone.



    

                   

Shit.



    

                   

You're pathetic.



    

                   

The bitch has

more fight than you.



    

                   

Come on.



    

                   

Okay, that's enough.



    

                   

Oh, shit. Oh, shit!

Please. Please!



    

                   

Let him up.



    

                   

Help me.

They're dirty cops.



    

                   

He attacked my partner.

He tried to kill me.



    

                   

I said let him up.



    

                   

You're gonna believe

this lying piece of shit over a cop?



    

                   

It doesn't matter

what I believe.



    

                   

What's important is that

you believe



    

                   

I would put a bullet in your skull

if you don't let him up.



    

                   

They kidnapped Jessica Martin

and her family.



    

                   

- Hands in the air.

- What?!



    

                   

Do it, now!



    

                   

Turn around.



    

                   

Drop the gun.



    

                   

We've got to get out of here.

Stay with me.



    

                   

Ah, God, aah.

My leg.



    

                   

Stay there.



    

                   

Okay.



    

                   

No.



    

                   

- Mom, no!

- Ricky, look at me. Look at me, son.



    

                   

Look at me.



    

                   

All right, Mom, hurry.



    

                   

Mom!



    

                   

Ryan.



    

                   

Jessica.



    

                   

It's okay, it's over.



    

                   

Through, please...



    

                   

- Absolutely ridiculous.

- Save it.



    

                   

Oh, Bob, thank god.

Will you back me up here?



    

                   

I'm getting set up,

man, I...



    

                   

Hey, sorry to interrupt. Have you guys

seen these new phones?



    

                   

They're amazing.

They've got technology



    

                   

and features like...



    

                   

video recording.



    

                   

Moon, don't listen

to this punk.



    

                   

They destroyed

the original recording



    

                   

but not till after I copied it

into my phone.



    

                   

It's footage of this officer

and his men



    

                   

robbing and murdering

two drug dealers in an alley.



    

                   

This is total bullshit.



    

                   

Jack, did I ever tell you

how much I hate dirty cops?



    

                   

I think those chemicals

from your beauty parlor



    

                   

are getting

your brain, Moon.



    

                   

It's a day spa,

you fuck.



    

                   

Get him out of here.



    

                   

Are you all right?



    

                   

Yeah, it's...

fine.



    

                   

I... I don't know if there's

anything I could ever do...



    

                   

thank you.



    

                   

I do.



    

                   

Don't ever call me again.



    

                   

Yes, thank you!









 
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