Don't Say A Word Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Don't Say A Word Script


            Leon put 'em on the same squad. Don't get me wrong. I Iove the 49ers.

            Montana and Rice? They're Hall of Fame Iocks, baby.

            But do they cover the spread?

            Hell, no. Not Iike the Giants.

            Let me tell you something. You can give me Simms and Bavaro,

            Meggett and LT, any damn day.

            Those guys are your meat and potatoes. They cover, baby.

            And don't even bring up Miami. Don't bring 'em up. There's nothin' in Miami.

            Miami only has Marino with the golden arm and some fat cheerleaders.

            They have no running game. It's Iike two virgins. Can't find the damn hole.

            That's why they get blitzed all the damn time. Understand?

            I can't believe you guys.

            I mean, yeah, they put up a ton of points, but they only cover every other week.

            Take the over, then bet the fuckin' farm, you understand?

            The pigs, the barn, the Iittle chickens and that raggedy-ass tractor. Bet all of that.

            - Dallas, America's team? My sweet black ass. - Come on.

            Tried the bookie-fuckin' routine, right?

            Everybody and their wrinkled grandmother wanna bet the Cowboys.

            Therefore, they gotta win by two touchdowns just to cover. What are the odds on that?

            So do me a favour. Take the points and run.

            Come on, guys.

            Unless you are a moron, retarded Saints fan,

            therefore you deserve to get cornholed on the 50-yard Iine.

            - America's sport, baby. Football. - I hate football.

            You're talkin' about my sport. I can do any bet.

            One minute, fellas.

            It's showtime.

            OK. Let's do it.

            It's a nasty habit.


            Everybody down on the ground.

            - Hands above your heads. - Move.

            You want me to use this thing? What are you Iookin' at?

            - How Iong? - Two minutes.

            I see you, baby. Get your ass out here.


            -     . - That was a bad year.

            It's    seconds.

            Got it.


            - What is that? - Nothing. It's estate junk.

            One minute.

            - It's not here. - It's there.

            All right,   .

            My God.


            OK. Come on.

            Break out the diamond. Let's see that $   million red beauty.

              Fuckin' right.

              The Surgeon General was right. Cigarettes can kill.

              No. Go back.

              - Is there a problem? - Fucking go back!

              The psychodynamics ofcompulsive stealing are well established.

              An act committed to relieve a pre-existing state of guilt,

              an attempt to harm an imagined enemy,

              or a form of revenge against those who have deprived the person of something significant,

              or somehow inflicted a narcissistic injury.

              But stealing panties from the girls' Iocker room...

              There's nothing in there.

              I've never really been a big fan of Freud's anyway.

              I don't know if I should say this. I'm a professional.

              I won't say anything.

              You promise to keep your word?

              OK. Well, you know, that thing that you were doing with the panties?

              Everybody does it. Your best friends do it.

              The mailman does it. Even the headmaster. They all whack off.

              If anybody tells you they don't, they're Iying.

              My mom says I'm oversexed.

              - Hi, Daddy. - Excuse me. Who am I speaking to?

              - This is me. - No, my Jessie is eight years old.

              The girl I am talking to is at Ieast   .

              Can I speak to your mother, please?

              - Don't forget the turkey. - Why not have 'em deliver it?

              It's Thanksgiving eve, Nathan. Might as well get it to fly here.

              OK. Fairway, right? What's the cross street?   th?

              The man's a steel trap.

              - I will be there in ten minutes. - All right. Bye.

              Go away.

              Come on.


              Louis, this better be a real emergency.

              My hero. Look.

              She's not one of your Dalton trust fund waifs, but I think she needs your help.

              I don't know, Louis. I don't talk to you for days, and the night before Thanksgiving...

              - Jesus Christ. - Lucky guy. He's still alive.

              She took a razor to an orderly in Rockland.

              -     stitches to close him up. - What was the trigger?

              Good question. Been in institutions for ten years.

              Yeah, I see that. Selective mutism, obsessive-compulsive behaviour...

              - Post-traumatic symptoms... -    different hospitals and    diagnoses.

              An IQ off the charts. Saw her father killed by a subway when she was eight.

              - Dr Sachs? - What?

              The girl who was biting the heads off pigeons has a med student in a headlock.

              Call security. Make sure the student documents the attack.

              Louis, I don't know what the hell you want from me.

              - Look, I got a family at home, waiting. - Nathan, spend    minutes with her.

              She's an   -year-old girI who never hurt a fly until Iast week.

              You and I are between her and a Iifetime on Thorazine. Or worse.

              What do you mean, "you and I"? She's your patient. Your case.

              You're a big asshole for making me say this.

              You're better at this stuff than I am.

              Everybody knows Nathan Conrad's touch with the teens.

              EIisabeth Burrows is the kind of case you and I Iived for before you went uptown on me.

              Just kidding. I didn't mean it that way.

              - She needs you. - All right.

              But why the emergency? Why tonight?

              If we don't make progress by Monday,

              they're gonna ship her to Creedmore and chain her to a bed for the rest of her Iife.

              That's why she needs you now. Five minutes.

              - Arnie, Frankie, good evening. - Dr Conrad. SIumming tonight?

              - Afraid so. - You guys up for a cavity search?

              I'll pass, but you know Dr Sachs. He's always ready for one.

              Mind the gate.

              What's the new cocktail?

              Haldol, Droperidol and Ativan.

              - And she's awake? - Yes, my friend.

              - He told me to stay. You're making a mistake. - Come on.

              - She eating? - Not eating, drinking, sleeping, bathing,

              letting anybody touch her, or saying a word.

              - You're making a mistake. - No, sweetheart.

              Dr Sachs, he told me to stay.

              I will have a word with him, Louise. I promise.

              What's with the heavy artillery?

              It took about five guys to get her off the poor fella up in Rockland.

              Louis, is there anything else you wanna tell me?


              Could you open the door, please?

              - You OK? - Am I OK?

              - Yeah. - I'm OK.


              EIisabeth, my name is Dr Conrad.

              I'm a psychiatrist.

              Word has it that you haven't eaten for days.

              I can understand that.

              I used to work in this hospital. I know what the food's Iike.

              EIisabeth, would you mind if I took your pulse?

              That means I'm gonna have to touch you.

              Now, that's not supposed to happen.

              True catatonics have what's called a "waxy flexibility" of their Iimbs.

              It means they stay exactly where they're posed.

              There's more to you than meets the eye, EIisabeth.

              You're very good at what you do.

              So, is there anything you wanna talk about?

              That's OK. We hardly know each other.

              I know you must have been very frightened to do what you did to that guy.

              I know that you were angry, because I saw those photos.

              But I also know that you were in a Iot of pain,

              because nobody is in this place without a reason.

              So maybe we'll talk next week.

              You want what they want.

              Don't you?

              What who wants?

              EIisabeth. What who wants?

              I'll never tell.

              Any of you.


              Who are you?

              Five to three this old bag doesn't have cable. I need my sports.

              Dinner's over.

              - How you doin', Tony? - Good. Nice to see you, Doctor.


              This certainly Iooks Iike the Conrad residence.

              It smells Iike the Conrad residence.

              And it's definitely overheated, Iike the Conrad residence.

              But it doesn't sound Iike the Conrad residence.

              Hi, honey. I'm Iooking for a Iittle girl.

              About four feet two, Iight brown hair.

              Where did she go?

              If I don't find that Iittle girl,

              I'm gonna have to go downstairs and find myseIf another Iittle girl.

              I'll be back in ten minutes.

              - Hi, Daddy. - How are you?

              - Look what I did in art class today. - That's beautiful. Look at the colours.

              - You've got such a unique vision. - It's my vision, I swear.

              - Aren't you supposed to be in bed? - I can't sleep. I have mental problems.

              - I see. What kind of mental problems? - I'm highly neurotic.

              - I think you've been in my study again. - I needed the stapler.

              - Go say good night to Mom. - You're Iate.

              - Good night, Mommy. - Night, baby. You brush your teeth?

              - Yeah. - Can I smell?


              I'll put Monkey right over here by you on that side.

              And I'll put Sally over here to keep you company.

              You had a bad day.

              - Why do you say that? - Frown-face.

              I have a "frown-face" because it's after ten o'clock and you're still awake.

              Where were you tonight?

              I was working.


              Because I was helping a young girl.

              All right. But that's gonna cost ya.

              All right. What's it gonna be?

              One hug, two kisses.

              You cut a tough deal. OK, here's one hug.

              And one kiss.

              And two kisses.

              Will they put Bart Simpson in the parade?

              They will put Bart Simpson in the parade if you go to sleep right now.

              OK. But I don't think they'll care if I go to sleep or not.

              - Good night, sweetheart. I Iove you. - Love you too.

              - Let me give you a hand, Detective. - Thanks.

              That's beautiful.

              What exactly is beautiful?

              - Your Ieather jacket. It's beautiful. - Right.

              - Did you read about the Manhattan Bridge? - No.

              It was built wrong. It moves ten feet.

              - Syd Simon. - I'll see you Iater.

              - Detective Cassidy, what can I do for you? - What do we got?

              FIoater. Female, no ID.

              She's maybe in her twenties.

              SIoughing of her skin tells me she's been in the water two, three days.

              This time of year, with the water cold, could be Ionger.

              A couple to three days tops.

              Her hands have been tied. They recover any rope or anything?

              They're still Iookin'.

              Another body was found a couple of days ago.

              - Battery Park area? - Yeah.

              The victim was male, middle-aged. Day before yesterday.

              - I need preliminary findings by tonight. - Dream on, Detective. I got cases piled up.

              C'mon, Syd. I got plans for Thanksgiving. Do me right, all right?

              - Tomorrow's the best I can do. - Thank you.

              First thing, though.

              Cars have now been towed, the roads plouphed to the pavements,

              so the annual Turkey Trot, the     -metre race...

                  -metre race? That doesn't sound ripht.

              You can't be distracted.

              Here you are, immobile,

              totally exposed,

              and quite vulnerable.

              I think you need a bath.

              Guess what, sweetie. I already had a bath today.

              You did?

              You didn't have Nathan Conrad's fantastic special bath, did you?

              - No. - No, you didn't do that.

              I didn't get that one yet.

              Pretty hot. Not too hot, is it?

              - No. It's nice. - Good.

              - We should keep it down. - You're the one that makes the noise.

              Prepare to die of delight.

              Jessie, c'mon. Let's join the downhill racer.

              I heard that about the downhill racer.

              Honey, you were dreaming. I didn't say anything.

              - It was icy, you know? - I know it was, baby.

              - And very windy, too. - It was a hell-ride.

              - Good morning. - Morning. You think she's still sleeping?

              I don't know.

              Jessie? Come on. The parade's gonna start soon.

              All right. I'm gonna go there all by myself.

              See all those floats alone.

              Jessie, come on. Breakfast is getting cold.

              Does she have a new hiding place I don't know?

              Probably. She's been running round the house Iike a wildcat all week.

              Jessie. Get in here right now.

              Eat it up before it gets cold.

              Nathan? She wouldn't go out on the balcony, right?

              She's not there. She knows better than to go outside without asking, doesn't she?

              Jessie. Get in here right now.

              - She Iost one of her socks. - What?

              - She's gone. - What do you mean?

              - Wait. Where is she? - Somebody came in.

              - No. She's in the hallway... - Somebody took her.

              - Nobody took her, Nathan. - Aggie, they cut the chain on the door.

              What? Nathan, call the police.

              I can't get a dial tone. Hello?

              Get off the Iine. This is an emergency. Something's wrong with the phone.

              - There is nothinp wronp with it, Nathan. - This is an emergency.

              Yeah, I know.

              - Who is this? - We have your dauphter.

              - What? - Who is it?

              What's your worst fear, Nathan?

              - My what? - The fi rst shock can buckle the knees. True?

              - Where is she? - She's unharmed. I don't want to hurt her.

              - Give it to me. - I want somethinp from you.

              - No. - What?

              Not until I talk to my daughter and I know that she's OK.

              Rule number one. You do not make demands. You listen to whatl tellyou.

              You call me back when I can talk to my daughter.

              - What the hell were you doing? - Aggie.

              - Listen to me, Aggie. - No. Are you crazy?

              Aggie. I have to make sure she's all right.

              What if they don't call back?

              - Hello? - Daddy?

              - Jessie, are you OK, sweetie? - Honey, have they hurt you?

              No. Daddy, can I come home now? Daddy?

              That was very brave, Nathan.

              - Tell me how much money you want. - I don't want your money.

              Pick up your wife before she breaks the other Ieg.

              I'm fine.


              Nathan, what is it?

              Don't close the curtains. I Iike the view.

              Good. Now, on the bureau by the door is a cellphone.

              I know whatyou're thinkinp. Don't.

              By the time you hit the one in "   " Jessie will be dead.

              Rule number two. Do not try to call or signal anyone. If you do, I will kill your daughter.

              Not because I want to, but because those are the rules. Do you understand?

              - Yes. - What?

              I can see you. I can hearyou.

              Whereveryou po, you will be watched.

              - What are they saying? - lfyou want to see her alive,

              don't say a word.

              - Now, tell me you understand. - I understand.

              Good. You have a pro bono patient. Her name is Elisabeth Burrows.

              A very disturbed pirl.

              She has a six-digit number in her head.

              Locked away in her troubled mind. She guards it with her Iife.

              - What kind of number? - That needn't concern you.

              I need that number. You needyour dauphter back. That is why this is happeninp.

              You're a professional, Nathan. So am I.

              If we do our jobs to the best of our abilities,

              by this time tomorrow it'll be like we never even knew each other.

              Now, po back to Bridpeview. Take the Rover.

              No police, no detours. And Nathan? Aggie will be fine.

              Rule number three. You have until  pm today.

              Let's do exactly what he says.

              - Nathan, why don't we call the police? - Because we can't.

              Because I believe him.

              Happy Thanksgiving.


              - Aren't you and Jessie hittin' the parade? - She's got a cold, Danny.

              No signs of sexual assault.

              I see evidence of injury in her neck.

              Signs of bleeding in the strap muscles overlying her Iarynx.

              I don't know, Syd. This girI does not match any of my missing persons.

              AIso evidence of a fracture on the Ieft tip of her hyoid bone.

              Syd. How'd she die?

              No blunt instrument here.

              - Her neck was snapped in two. - By what?

              By two hands.

              Syd. Same technique used on this Battery Park floater?

              Same dislocation of the skull.

              And the splotches on the body?

              Cigarette burns. He was tortured.

              And he had prison tats? OK.

              I'm also gonna need fingerprints and dental x-rays on our Jane Doe, pronto.

              You know this is Thanksgiving?

              You're right.

              Hope her family isn't waiting on her to carve the turkey.

              Cassidy, I'm not susceptible to your guilty-me bullshit.

              She probably helped her mom with the dishes.

              Fingerprints and dentals. Then I'm outta here.

              Thank you, Syd.

              SIow it down.

              Come on.

              Roll down your window, sir.

              - Officer, I'm a doctor. - Congratulations.

              - See that tuba player rolling off your hood? - I need to get through this parade.

              I need an escort to the Bridgeview Psychiatric Hospital.

              Do I Iook Iike a freakin' helicopter? Use   th Street Iike everyone else.

              - He's talking to the cops. What do we do? - Be patient.

              There's a young girl who could die.

              So, Officer, you can either help me save this girl...

              Or not.

              Get outta here. Move on. Can I have two of you?

              Let's go. Right over there.

              Hold the band right there.

              Open those gates for me, guys.

              The son of a bitch. He just picked up a police escort and cut through the parade.

              I like that.

              - What? - The police escort. I like it a lot.

              - You didn't tell me the context of the number. - She knows.

              This girl has a decade of pathology to unravel.

              Even if she knows, your five o'clock deadline is absurd.

              In my experience, people are at their best facing unreasonable deadlines.

              You can'tjust flick a switch in her head.

              Trust me. It does not work that way in these cases.

              The money's bad, I know. But you have family obligations right now.

              And Nathan? Don't Iose the phone.

              - The doctor has Ianded. - Did he double-alarm the car?

              - Nope. - Good. We pot him focused.

              - Do you have the key to Dr Sachs's office? - Yeah.

              - Open it, please. - But Dr Sachs isn't here.

              Open it.

              I thoupht Nathan explained the rules very clearly. Put the cellphone back.

              There's no percentape in breakinp those rules.

              You sick son of a bitch.

              - You hurt my Iittle girl and I'll... - You'll do what?

              You were about to say something personal.

              I think.

              - No. - That's pood.

              If your husband is on his game today, you've nothing to worry about.

              There's a good side, Aggie. This will bring you much closer than the occasional ski trip.

              Or sponpe bath.

              The remote is to your Ieft. Pick it up.

              Pick it up.

              Good. Now turn it on.

              Try HBO.

              No. I've seen this. A bit too violent.

              Try a nice family drama.

              - Nathan. What are you doin' here? - You're not supposed to be here.

              - How'd you get in? Who let you in? - You're supposed to be in Greenwich.

              Why are you here on Thanksgiving?

              Why am I here? I gotta testify in a double homicide on Monday.

              I thought I'd come to my office to do a Iittle research.

              You broke into my files. Those are my pers...

              - I woulda given you the key, man. - Have you gone through all of this?

              No, it just got here. But I've been through the master file. It's a swamp of misdiagnosis...

              - I think she's overlaying. - Overlaying?

              She is a brilliant mimic. That's why Rockland couldn't figure her out.

              She's highly adaptive. She takes on the symptoms of other patients.

              She's Iike a counterfeit schizophrenic, maybe.

              I can't believe it's all smoke and mirrors.

              That would place her in the malingerers' hall of fame.

              I gotta believe there's some genuine pathology beneath it.

              She has classic post-traumatic stress symptoms. Her PTSD is real.

              Seeing her father die, that was ground zero.

              And she also believes that something or somebody is after her.

              That is why she stayed institutionalised these past ten years. She wants to stay inside.

              So,    different hospitalisations,

                 different diagnoses.

              All overlaying. Nathan, that would make her a very talented young Iady, wouldn't it?

              Or desperate.

              - Louis? - Yeah?

              Does anybody know I'm treating EIisabeth Burrows besides you?

              Everybody. I put it up Iast night after you Ieft.

              Figured you might be back. Wanted you to have clearance.

              I also reinstated your password. Gate, please.

              EIisabeth, good morning.

              Are you feeling better?

              I brought you something.

              A chocolate turkey.

              The sugar'll help you metabolise all those meds they've been giving you.

              Do you Iike Thanksgiving? It's my favourite holiday.

              Wanna touch?

              - Sorry? - I saw you Iooking.

              I know what you're trying to do. You want to embarrass me. It won't work.

              The other doctor?

              - Dr Sachs. - Yeah.

              - I don't Iike him. - I can understand that.

              Very fucking funny.

              EIisabeth, there's something important that I have to ask you.

              But first I wanna show you something.

              I have a daughter. She's eight.

              Going on   .

              Her name's Jessie.

              I have some of her favourite things here.

              This is Horton Hears a Who!

              I've read it to her so many times, it's pretty worn by now.

              And this... She Ioves to draw weird pictures of me.

              And this.

              This is Sally.

              Would you Iike one of those?

              I'll make sure the hospital lets you keep it.

              Butyou can only choose one.

              - What the hell is this? Toys "R" Us? - Want me to choose foryou?

              - Dr Conrad? - Yes?

              Get out.


              I wantyou to leave.

              No. We're not finished talking, EIisabeth.

              I know what you're trying to do.

              You wanna embarrass me. It won't work.

              What's your name?

              Your hair's really Iong.

              My hair used to be that Iong but my mom made me cut it.

              What's that thing on your neck?

              It's kind of impolite not to answer someone's question.

              It's a symbol.

              - What's it mean? - Don't talk.

              EIisabeth, there's something I need to know.


              Jessie? That's my Iittle girl's name.

              Wanna see a picture that Jessie drew?

              I'll make you a deal. I'll show you the picture if you answer my question.

              Is it worth just one answer? I don't mean a yes or no answer.


              I'm gonna ask my question now, EIisabeth.

              Is the man that you hurt in Rockland...

              Did that have anything to do with the terrible thing that happened to you in the subway?

              Come on, run.

              Come on, honey, run.

              - I didn't know what you were talking about. - Run.

              I didn't know who "they" were or what "they" wanted.

              - Now I do. I know how bad they wanted it. - Leave.

              I know how important it was for you to hold onto it.

              I'm just asking...

              EIizabeth, you have to...

              I'm sorry.

              You Iost her.

              She's still got the doll, doesn't she?

              - Yeah? - That went well.

              I can gain her trust. But without more information, I'm shooting in the dark.

              - The answer's right in front of you. - I have gone through her files.

              - Then Iook closer. - You tell...

              Nathan. It's   .  .

              I'm sure ofone thinp. They would have encountered quite a few venomous species.

              Like this. Check this out.

              See how he's pot his tail up, poised? He is prumpy.

              He pets his stinper back over the top ofhis head, ready to prab and stinp.

              Tryinp to recuperate.


              Sofia, why are you here?

              I broke it. Mr Conrad will fix it.


              Turkey? No. No tacchino.

              No telephone. Just give it to me.


              Get rid ofher.

              Sofia, no tacchino.

              - Any more visitors? - No.

              Come on. Yeah, baby, take it off.

              All right. Suit yourself.

              I have to go. You have to call me back.

              Have you seen this?

              What's this? "Girl found wandering on Hart Island"?

              - Where'd you find this? - In her file in your office.

              "A young girl was found among the coffins on Hart Island."

              This is around the time her father died. I should run this by Child Services.

              Could she have been Iost or unattended? That's bizarre.

              On an island in the East River?

              I saw Sarah. Two days ago. She was meeting her boyfriend in the Village.

              - Maybe she's still with him. - She could be. Just wait one second.

              Jake. Tray    and just her face.

              - It stinks in here. - I know. Just breathe through your mouth.

              - I've never seen anyone dead before. - You'll do fine.

              - I'm gonna get sick. - No one in here's gonna mind.

              Come on.

              I've gotta take this. But I'm gonna be right here.

              Cassidy. Hey, baby.

              Yeah. You should take the one o'clock, because I'll be at Penn Station by two.

              - Make it seven. - I promise.

              Don't promise.

              What? Yeah, I'm almost done here.

              Yeah. I'm at the city morgue. Bye.

              - Your NCIC on the guy with the busted neck. - I got a hit.

              Leon Edwards Croft.

              - Jesus, what does he have,       arrests? - A busy Iittle bad guy that won't be missed.

              - You run him for known associates? - Of course. Am I not a paid professional?

              It's OK.

              Why would someone do this to Sarah?

              The guy with the cigarette burns, Croft? He was the driver for this crew.

              Robbery said they hit banks. Here, Jersey, Delaware, Virginia.

              No convictions till '  .

              And three of his friends just capped off a ten-year jolt in Attica.

              Patrick Barry Koster. He's the Iast one that got out. November  th.

              November  th.

              Did Croft rat these guys out?

              I don't know. Could be payback.

              He has no priors. There is nothing on him. He just came out of nowhere.

              I know. It's the only thing he ever got popped for. The guy's a ghost.

              I guess that's who I need to talk to. Thank you.

              - Watch your back. - Yeah.

              You picked Jessie's absolutely favourite thing.

              She and Sally were inseparable since they were two.

              Where is she?

              Where's Jessie?

              They took her.

              Now she's really scared. As scared as you were when you went for that guy at Rockland,

              but she's only eight years old, EIisabeth.

              She's not as strong as you are. She can't protect herseIf as well as you can.

              I am not just here to help you.

              - Me help you. - I need you to help me.

              Otherwise, I'm not getting my Iittle girl back.

              Today's Thanksgiving.

              Do you remember Thanksgiving?

              Yes, I remember.

              Who were you with?

              My dad.

              Just me and my dad.

              Beinp stronp isn't only aboutprotectinp yourself.

              It's also having the strength to let go,

              especially if you're holding onto something so tightly

              that you don't even know that you could have a better Iife.

              The only way that you can help yourseIf is if you go back.

              You have to go back to that day on the subway.

              I can't. Can't do it. No.

              Here we go. The main event.

              You can't help my Iittle girl unless you go back.

              No, please.

              Listen to me. The men that have Jessie

              are the same men you're frightened of, the men that sent the orderly after you.

              - I don't wanna hear this. - All they want is a number.

              - You want what they want. - They know you know it.

              - They'll kill my Iittle girl if you don't tell me. - Stop it.


              - Is it a telephone number? - No.

              - An address? An account? - I don't know.

              - A bank account? A code? A place? - No.

              What is it?

              What's wrong? We Iost the feed?

              No, we're good.

              You Ieave him alone.

              Your father is gone.

              And no one is gonna hurt him any more.

              My Iittle girl is still alive.

              Jessie is alive.

              Dr Conrad...

              I'm scared.

              I know. I'm sorry.

              - Shit. - It's OK.

              - EIisabeth... - I'll try.

              You're OK.

              Long time since breakfast.

              - Yeah. - I wish we had some cheeseburgers.

              The best turkeyyou ever had.

              Careful, orI'llputyou in the oven with it.

              I love you, Daddy.

              - What's that? - This is a  cc syringe,

              with a   -gauge needle and    mg of sodium amytal.

                 mg? Why not give her a quart of Jack Daniel's and stick a shotgun in her mouth?

              The event is obviously right beneath the surface.

              She should respond beautifully to Amytal.

              Answer it.

              You answer the phone.

              Tell them everything's OK,

              and that you're going to plan B.

              Everything's OK, and we're going to plan B.

              It's a drug.

              You knew all about the numbers, and you set me up, Louis.

              - I swear to God... - You tell me why or I'm gonna shove this...

              They got my fucking girlfriend. He's keeping Sarah hostage.

              - He'll kill her if I don't get him this number. - Your girlfriend, Louis?

              He's got my daughter.

              - He's got my Iittle girl. - Nathan, I didn't know that.

              I'm sorry. I didn't know.

              You gotta get the number for this guy. He'll go away. It's that simple.

              Dr Sachs?

              - Yes? - There's a cop here to see you.

              - A cop? What kind of cop? - I don't know.

              - What does he want? - She. She didn't say. She's in your office.


              - Tell her I'll be right there. - OK.

              - He said no cops under any circumstances. - You have got to go down to your office.

              You have to be cool, and you make her go away.

              If we don't have it by  .   we go to plan...

              Peanut butter and jelly. What kind ofjelly is it?

              Hello there.

              - I'm Louis Sachs. - Hi. Detective Cassidy.

              - Pretty girl. Is that your daughter? - This?

              No. This is not my daughter. How can I help you today, Detective?

              - I'm here about this woman. - What about her?

              - You don't know her? - Nope.

              She worked in the hospital for five months. She was a resident.

              Really? We have dozens and dozens of residents, I will tell you that.

              She worked in the department you oversee.

              That's strange. I should know who she is.

              And I don't. So there's gotta be a mistake.

              - When did you Iast see Sarah? - Detective.

              I just told you, and I'll tell you again, I do not know who that is.

              Where are we going?

              - Do you have a Iawyer, sir? - What?

              - Do you have a Iawyer? - What are you talking about?

              - You don't know Sarah? - No. Why are we talking about Iawyers?

              A week ago, in Central Park, with you. She told her roommate Vanessa about it.

              - You know Vanessa? She knows you. - I don't know Vanessa either.

              I'm about to read you your rights.

              - My rights? - Yeah, but first...

              - What did I do? - I want you to do me a favour.

              This is Iast weekend, with you, by the fountain in Central Park.

              You took this picture. And this is her now.

               This one you did, this one I took. Who do you think did better, me or you?

                - That's not Sarah. - That's Sarah, Iaid out in the morgue.

                - No, it's not Sarah in the fucking morgue. - I work Homicide, Dr Sachs. That's Sarah.

                The morgue?

                - It can't be Sarah. That's not the deal. - That's not the deal?

                Why don't you tell me what the fuck the deal is?

                Who is part of the deal? Is he part of it? How about him?

                Tell me who is part of the deal.

                He said we had until five today. That's a mistake.

                It's no mistake. Who's "we"?

                We are so fuckin' close. All we need is a haIf hour.

                - Dr Sachs, who is "we"? - That's not Sarah.

                Why don't you quit wasting my fucking time and tell me, who's "we"?

                You Iike country music?

                What did I say about noise?

                Daddy's smart Iittle girl, aren't you?

                Better hope your mother didn't hear that.

                Go full screen on her.


                - She heard. - How do you know?

                She's stopped breathing.

                So what can I do for you, Doc?

                Arnie, I need to ask you a favour.

                Were you takin' Burrows for a stroll?

                - We're out of here. Bring her. - Mommy, Daddy, I'm up here!

                Take care of her.

                I need you to open the gates.

                - On whose authorisation? - This is between you and me.

                That's why they call this place the nuthouse, Doc.

                Cos I'd have to be, basically, fuckin' nuts to let you do that.

                OK. Well, I just had to ask you...

                It's OK, Arnie. It's just a sedative.

                It's all right. You'll be fine in about an hour.

                Dr Conrad?


                Excuse me.

                Security breach. Start emerpencyprocedures.

                Securitypersonnel, offi cer down. We have a security breach. Start emerpencyprocedures.

                A gold Land Rover just Ieft Bridgeview, heading east.

                - They're Ieaving. - The driver is a Dr Conrad.

                Wanted for questioning in connection with a homicide.

                Have an RMP respond to his residence immediately.

                Oh, my God.

                - What's on your mind, Nathan? - Field trip.

                Wait a second. Where are you taking Jessie?

                - Why are you movinp her? - You have    minutes.

                Why are you moving her?

                All ripht, I will petyou the number.

                - Just don't hurt her. -    minutes.

                You have reached New York City's emerpency services. Please stay on the line.

                Your call will be answered in the order in which it was received.

                You crippled bitch.

                - Are you all right? - Yeah.


                - This is where it happened, isn't it? - No.

                When we Ieft home, my dad and me...

                Big car, dark.

                I'd never seen my dad so scared.

                He grabbed my arm. He kept running.

                And I tried to keep up.

                - You can do it. - OK.

                You can do it. Let's go.

                It's OK.


                There were Iots of people.

                But my dad just pulled me through them.

                I Iooked back.

                They were so fast.

                They're still behind us.

                There were only two men. We Iost one.

                My dad took me around the corner.

                He made me hide over here.

                Listen to me carefully. You andMishka, you potta wait here.

                It's ponna be fi ne.

                Russel, where've you been?

                What's in the fuckin' bap?

                They could see my dad's face and he tried to talk to them.

                There's nothinp in the fuckin' bap.

                Where is it, Russel?

                What's happening now? EIisabeth?

                I don't believe a fuckin' word.

                EIisabeth, what do you see?

                Where is it?

                The one in the red coat kept on kicking him

                and asking him "Where is it? Tell me where it is."

                - Let me up andI'll tellyou where it is. - EIisabeth.

                - Where is it? - Come on, help me up.

                And everybody was watching and no one would help.

                EIisabeth, what did the man want?

                - I can almost reach him. - EIisabeth.

                - Daddy! - No!

                Turn around. Hands up.

                - Down on your knees. - What did the man want, EIisabeth?

                Did he want a number?

                EIisabeth, I need to know what the man wanted.

                He wants Mishka. My doll.

                - And where is Mishka? Where is your doll? - Hanp onto that, baby.

                - Yeah. - You're cuttinp it rather close.

                All right. I have what you want.

                Good. I'm Iistening.

                I've decided I'm gonna deliver the number to you in person.

                No time.

                - No choice. - Being brave again, Nathan.

                That's the best way to get your daughter killed.

                Other than missing the deadline, which is Iess than three minutes away.

                Rule number one. No more clock.

                - What? - You heard me.

                - Now, I'll meet you there. - Where?

                I think you know where. And rule number two, I want to speak to my daughter now.

                Do you hear me? I want to speak to my daughter now.

                - Daddy? - Pumpkin, are you all right?

                Yeah. Daddy, please come get me now.

                I'm on my way, sweetheart.

                - Anything else? - Rule number three. No more phone.

                I got a medical emergency. I'll get this phone back to you.

                - Appie? - Is she alive?

                - She's fine. - Where is she?

                Aggie, Iisten to me.

                What is that? Did you call the police?


                No. But somebody did.

                Do they know what's going on?

                - Not yet. Listen. - I'm here.

                Just get her back.

                What you doin' down there?

                That's my boat. Where you goin', asshole?

                What you doin'? Bring that back.

                Dr Conrad.

                You're a committed man.

                I wanna see her.

                I wanna see her now.

                Grim place for a holiday, isn't it?

                Hello, EIisabeth.

                I've thought about you every day for the Iast ten years.

                I bet you've thought about me, too.

                I know you've been through a Iot. But so have I.

                Your father let us both down.

                - Where's my daughter? - She hasn't given it to you.

                - Where is she? - She won't give it to you.

                - I wanna see Jessie. - Where's my number?

                You're not getting anything until I see...

                We talked about bravery today.

                It's not good.

                You need to know how to use these.

                I wanna see my daughter.

                Yeah, I think you've earned it.

                - Max. - Daddy?

                - Jessie? - Daddy.

                It's all right, honey. You're gonna be fine.

                You guessed the number is a grave. Very good.

                Now what?

                I finish my job.

                Come on, Nathan. Up the stairs.

                Over there, by the table.

                And EIisabeth. Not her.

                Take her back outside.

                - Daddy? - Jessie, you're gonna be all right, honey.

                Now, let's see what     an hour can do.

                Officer Peterson. Nice work. You found my car. Where is it?

                - It's over there. - OK. Now, where's my guy?

                He smashed through a steel fence on the Corrections pier.

                Then he jacked a boat from that individual.

                He and some girl. Sounds a Iittle hinky.

                - A boat to where? - That's the coastguard's problem.

                It is not. It is my problem. It is your problem. What is over there?

                - Where's the music coming from, EIisabeth? - The radio.

                - Where? - It's playing on the boat.

                On the boat that brought you here the first time?


                It was cold. It was wet.

                My eyes were burning, but I was with my dad.

                How did you know which one was your dad?

                They gave him a number.

                Where was this number?

                It's on his box. They carved the number on top of his box.

                I tried to get it open, but my fingers were numb.

                I couldn't Iift it, it was too heavy.

                I couldn't put Mishka inside.

                Better pray she's Iying, Nathan.

                Where did Mishka go? What happened to Mishka?

                - They saw me. - Who saw you?

                The men with the music.

                They were working. They said my Iips were blue. They gave me a blanket.

                I told them "My dad's inside."

                "And I need to put her inside with him."

                "I need to put Mishka in the box," I told them.

                What did they do?

                They helped me.

                They helped me put Mishka inside the box with him.

                They let me stay with him.


                So what's gonna happen if you dig this thing up?

                He's gonna have you kill me and my Iittle girl.

                You Iike her. I can tell that.

                And when you're done with us, he'll be done with you.

                Just keep walkin'.

                This boat's for charter, not runnin' around the Sound on Thanksgiving.

                Like I said, sir, it's police business. Do me a favour, Captain BIigh. Drive the friggin' boat.

                Go on, Max. Open it up.

                Get her out.

                The girl. Out.

                - Sit down. - Daddy.

                Let me go.

                I am going to put a bullet through your knee. Then you'll give me the right number.


                No. Get off.

                Get her off.

                Sit down.

                Forget the fuckin' number. Just say hi to your dad from me.

                - She gave it to you - in reverse. - She gave me nothing.

                - It's reversed in her mind. - Shut up. I've got nothing, you Iying bitch.

                Cognitive distortion.

                She wrote it right to Ieft.


                She sees it in a mirror.

                Can you imagine what'll happen if this is bullshit?

                Central, this is Detective Cassidy from Homicide.

                Shots fired on the northeast shore of Hart Island.

                I'm en route. I need Harbor and Aviation.

                Ten years of my Iife.

                Bought and fuckin' paid for.

                Take care of that.

                You're not Iike me, Nathan.

                I would have killed a man who took my Iittle girl.

                Police. Don't move.

                Drop your weapon.

                Go on.

                I never got your name.


                Are you sure I'm not Iike you?

                Are you sure?

                Was this really worth it?


                Your Iife.


                It's mine.

                Then you go get it.

                I'll be right back, sweetie.

                - How are you holdin' up? - I've been better.

                Thank you.

                Let's go. Come on.


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