Eye For An Eye Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Eye For An Eye Script


 

                   

Mommy.



 

                   

Mama! Mommy!



 

                   

Mama! Mommy!



 

                   

- No, Mama!

- I'm coming.



 

                   

- Megan?

- There's a moth, Mommy.



 

                   

Itís all right.



 

                   

Kill it, Mommy. Please, kill it.



 

                   

Kill it, Mommy. Please, kill it.



 

                   

(FOOTSTEPS)



  

                   

Even if you're car-pooling, you'll

find the going difficult this morning...



  

                   

No matter how early I start,

I'm always late.



  

                   

- You all done?

- Yeah.



  

                   

Eyes, lips?



  

                   

- Everything just the way you want it?

- I think so.



  

                   

- You look great.

- Thank you.



  

                   

Wonderful, I won't be late today.



  

                   

Ou est le livre?

Le livre est sur la table.



  

                   

- Le table.

- Sur le table.



  

                   

- Do it again.

- Le livre est sur le table.



  

                   

Very good.



  

                   

- Do I look like a fairy princess?

- Yes, you do.



  

                   

- Can I open a present now?

- Not till the party.



  

                   

Do you want crust on your sandwich?



  

                   

- No crust on your sandwich?

- I'll buy today.



  

                   

My goodness, itís a beautiful

fairy princess. Good morning.



  

                   

- Can I have one of my presents?

- Wait for your party.



  

                   

- Do you want a sandwich, Mack?

- Yes.



  

                   

- Is that my shirt you're wearing?

- Mais oui, c'est tres chic.



  

                   

- Morning, Carol. Morning, children.

- Morning.



  

                   

- Yes, I'm late.

- Dolly's waiting.



  

                   

- I'm always late.

- OK, here we go.



  

                   

- Obviously, itís a Work in Progress.

- But you can surely see its potential.



  

                   

- Yes, itís impressive.

- Here you are.



  

                   

After you make a selection, your choice

will come up on one of the    monitors...



  

                   

Fourteen looks close.



  

                   

Thirteen's up.

Turn up the brightness.



  

                   

- Sure.

- Thank you.



  

                   

...the walkway that was

right behind your room.



  

                   

Get it to his office today,

I want to be in that issue.



  

                   

What have we got?



  

                   

- One turkey, one vegetarian.

- Mustard?



  

                   

- On the turkey.

- What a pal. Thank you.



  

                   

- What are we drinking?

- Iced tea.



  

                   

I've got the ice cream.

The cake's being delivered.



  

                   

- Sweet 'n' Low.

- Sugar, no lemon.



  

                   

- The ice sculpture will be there.

- Ice sculpture? For six-year-olds?



  

                   

You don't know these six-year-olds.



  

                   

And... these.



  

                   

And a few more red ones.



  

                   

(IRATE HONKING)



  

                   

Stop honking the horn.



  

                   

Whatís going on?



  

                   

(PHONE RINGS)



  

                   

- Hello?

- Why are you home?



  

                   

I skipped soccer.

I wanted to help set up.



  

                   

Is Maria there?



  

                   

I sent her off with Megan,

to keep the decorations a surprise.



  

                   

You're such a sweetie.



  

                   

I'm afraid I'm gonna be late.

I'm in a horrific traffic jam.



  

                   

- What else is new?

- All right.



  

                   

- Did you pick up the balloons?

- Got the balloons.



  

                   

I had an idea about the streamers...



  

                   

(DOORBELL)



  

                   

Will you put some towels under the ice

sculpture, so it doesn't ruin the rug?



  

                   

Hang on a second.

Someone's at the door. Coming.



  

                   

Hi.



  

                   

(STRANGLED GAGGING)



  

                   

Julie?



  

                   

Whatís happening?



  

                   

- Julie?

- Stop!



  

                   

Julia!



  

                   

- I hear you, Julie.

- Mama!



  

                   

I'll get help, Julie.



  

                   

I'll hold the phone, I won't leave you.



  

                   

Help me! Somebody help me!



  

                   

Have you got a phone?



  

                   

Stop, please!



  

                   

- Help me!

- Move your car.



  

                   

- You got a phone?

- No, move it.



  

                   

No! No! No!



  

                   

- I need you to call the police.

- No English.



  

                   

Julie, do you hear me?

I won't hang up.



  

                   

Julie, I won't leave you.



  

                   

Can you phone the police for me,

please? Please, help me.



  

                   

- Do you have a phone?

- Yes.



  

                   

Call the police. Send them to my house

at     Eden Street in the Palisades.



  

                   

Julie, I've got help.

Can you hear me? I'll get there, Julie.



  

                   

I'll get there.



  

                   

Help is coming, Julie.

Help me!



  

                   

I'll stay with you. Can you hear me?



  

                   

The police are on their way.



  

                   

I won't hang up the phone.



  

                   

Julie? Julie?



  

                   

Who's there?



  

                   

Do you want something?

Are you OK? Wait a minute.



  

                   

Taxi.



  

                   

If you want to make a call, hang up

and try again. If you need help...



  

                   

(PHONE RINGING)



  

                   

Answer the phone.



   

                   

(PHONE STILL RINGING)



   

                   

- Excuse me, you can't go in there.

- Itís my house.



   

                   

- I live here.

- I'm sorry. Please.



   

                   

- You don't want to go in there.

- Julie!



   

                   

- Ma'am. I'm sorry.

- Julie.



   

                   

Please tell me, is she all right?



   

                   

- Is she all right?

- Ma'am, relax.



   

                   

I have to know. Please...



   

                   

I heard her,

I heard her, I heard her.



   

                   

- Do you remember what she said?

- I was supposed to be there.



   

                   

- Do we have to do this now?

- Sorry, it helps to get it fresh.



   

                   

- Honey, can you do this?

- Yes. I'm all right.



   

                   

Itís OK. Just try

to remember anything you can.



   

                   

I was talking to her

on the phone about the...



   

                   

...about the party decorations.



   

                   

I cut her off, then she was calling me

and I couldn't get to her.



   

                   

(PHONE RINGS) Shouldn't you be after

him or looking for fingerprints?



   

                   

This information is very important.



   

                   

Ma'am, did your daughter,

your stepdaughter, sir,



   

                   

hang out with anyone

involved with drugs?



   

                   

- No.

- She was a straight arrow.



   

                   

Or a boyfriend? A guy she'd

broken up with? Even a year ago?



   

                   

No, nothing like that.



   

                   

- Letís go.

- All right.



   

                   

She was a good kid.



   

                   

If anything comes to mind,

a name, a face,



   

                   

someone with a reason to do this,

please call me, Mr and Mrs McManus.



   

                   

- McCann.

- Sorry.



   

                   

- Just catch this animal, will you?

- I'll certainly do the best I can.



   

                   

Shit.



   

                   

Hell, here we go.



   

                   

Hey, buddy.



   

                   

Oh, Karen, I'm so sorry.



   

                   

- Hi, Peter.

- Mack.



   

                   

- Is Megan all right?

- Yes.



   

                   

I've gotta call Larry.



   

                   

- He's her father.

- I'll call.



   

                   

- I don't even have his number.

- I'll do it.



   

                   

I haven't talked to him in so long.



   

                   

- Where's Megan?

- Downstairs, asleep in our bed.



   

                   

Mommy.



   

                   

Mommy.



   

                   

Mama, you slept in your clothes.



   

                   

- Mack?

- I'm up.



   

                   

Daddy, why did we...



   

                   

Letís shake this up. Hey.



   

                   

- Hi, Mama.

- Hi, sweetie.



   

                   

Why did we sleep at Dolly's house?



   

                   

Where's Julie?

Did Julie sleep here, too?



   

                   

Julie, ah...



   

                   

Where? Where is she?



   

                   

Megan, sometimes things happen.



   

                   

Bad things. Even to the people

we love the most in the whole world.



   

                   

- What happened?

- Well, Julie...



   

                   

Morning, everyone.



   

                   

- Hello, little pumpkin.

- Morning.



   

                   

- Want some eggs?

- I don't like eggs.



   

                   

- How about English muffins?

- No.



   

                   

- I'm so sorry.

- Hang in there.



   

                   

I'm fine.



   

                   

- Sharon.

- I don't know how to...



   

                   

- Thanks for coming.

- My deepest sympathy.



   

                   

- Sorry.

- My fault.



   

                   

Karen, let me clear this up. Really.



   

                   

- Karen, I'm so sorry.

- Aunt Flo.



   

                   

She was our special girl, wasn't she?



   

                   

You've got to move on,

to be strong for Megan.



   

                   

Thank you, Aunt Flo.

I must see to the coffee.



   

                   

- How are you holding up?

- Fine.



   

                   

- Have you heard from Larry yet?

- Yes.



   

                   

Mack finally reached him.



   

                   

He was in Switzerland.



   

                   

So he's on his way back?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Oh, Karen, I'm sorry.



   

                   

Talk about deadbeat dads.



   

                   

He never bothered much

with her, anyway.



   

                   

All those people out there... I gotta go.



   

                   

- Mrs McCann?

- Yes.



   

                   

I'm Gene Forest.

Julie's French teacher.



   

                   

Oh, yes, Gene. I remember you.



   

                   

- The class made this for you.

- Thank you.



   

                   

- Itís such a tragedy...

- That looks good. I'll try some.



   

                   

Oh, my!



   

                   

Aunt Helen, are you OK?



   

                   

Up, up, up. Itís Flo.



   

                   

- What did she say?

- Her name's Flo.



   

                   

Aunt Flo, are you...?



   

                   

- Back to the chair.

- Itís my hip.



   

                   

Letís get her some water

or something.



   

                   

Are you OK, Flo?



   

                   

(SOBBING)



   

                   

Megan?



   

                   

I hate it when she runs off.



   

                   

Mommy.



   

                   

Mommy, Daddy.



   

                   

Mommy.



   

                   

- Wait for us.

- We'll be right down.



   

                   

Megan.



   

                   

Megan. Megan, come back.



   

                   

Don't ever run off

so far ahead, do you hear?



   

                   

Hey, are you OK?



   

                   

Mommy just wants you to wait for us.

We want to see the skeletons, too.



   

                   

- There you go.

- I... I thought...



   

                   

- He was right behind her.

- OK.



   

                   

- I'm not a neurotic.

- Don't act like one.



   

                   

She's all I've got left.



   

                   

- You've got me, too.

- I know I do.



   

                   

Mrs McCann. How are you?



   

                   

I'm all right. I was just wondering

how the investigation was coming.



   

                   

The investigation

is coming along very well.



   

                   

Good. What does that mean?



   

                   

- Well, why don't you take a seat?

- Thanks.



   

                   

You don't want all the details.

Itíll just make it harder.



   

                   

There's nothing you can tell me

thatís worse than what I imagine.



   

                   

We've got a couple of leads on delivery

guys who were at your house that day.



   

                   

We will subpoena their blood.



   

                   

And we've got some samples

of his skin from under her fingernails.



   

                   

Maybe not enough for DNA testing.



   

                   

Do you want me to stop?



   

                   

We also have a medium sperm sample

mixed with your daughter's blood.



   

                   

Thatís...



   

                   

Thatís good evidence of forced...



   

                   

Well, anyway, thatís about it for now.



   

                   

Thatís good, right?

You're gonna catch this guy.



   

                   

Mrs McCann. I feel real good

about it. Real confident.



   

                   

Sweet tooth?



   

                   

Poor man's truth serum.

Caffeine and sugar.



   

                   

- You want one?

- All right.



   

                   

- Truth serum?

- Sure, you know,



   

                   

"I confess, I did it, but please...

don't tell my mother."



   

                   

This is a support group for parents

who've lost their children to violence.



   

                   

Maybe itíll help.



   

                   

You show me your heartbreak,

I'll show you mine?



   

                   

What fun.



   

                   

- Are you ready for this?

- We're late, letís skip it.



   

                   

No, no. Come on, letís go.



   

                   

And this guy that killed her

got out on bail.



   

                   

He's free to hang out with his friends.



   

                   

My baby sister's gone for ever

and I don't know how to deal with it.



   

                   

How are you supposed

to process this?



   

                   

- How do you forgive someone like him?

- You can't let it fester in you, Tony.



   

                   

- There is another kind of justice.

- Oh, no, don't say that.



   

                   

- It won't solve anything.

- Look...



   

                   

I'm Irish Catholic

and I know killing is a mortal sin.



   

                   

And I know my little sister's in heaven.



   

                   

And I want to see her again.



   

                   

Albert, do you want to go next?



   

                   

Tim was twelve



   

                   

when a man named

Dexter Winter shot him in the head.



   

                   

Winter was robbing

a convenience store.



   

                   

Tim just happened to be there.



   

                   

His lawyer claimed

he'd suffered child abuse.



   

                   

Got his conviction reduced

from murder to manslaughter.



   

                   

- Jesus!

- Manslaughter.



   

                   

Do they know

what life is like without my son?



   

                   

Winter got paroled last week.

He'll be on the street in two weeks.



   

                   

Here he is.



   

                   

Francesca, dear.

Why don't you say something now?



   

                   

When my son's killer got paroled,

I planted a tree because I needed...



   

                   

- Come on.

- I'm talking about healing.



   

                   

But the killer is walking.



   

                   

- He's walking.

- I needed to sleep at night.



   

                   

- Letís not do this.

- Let it go.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

All right, everybody. Take it easy.



   

                   

Come on, calm down. All right?

Everybody just take a deep breath.



   

                   

Whatís this? Oh, no.

Itís my arch-enemy, Moby Duck.



   

                   

Oh, no.



   

                   

Megan!

Five more minutes before bedtime.



   

                   

We've got some new petitions here.



   

                   

We need lots of signatures,

so after you get your coffee,



   

                   

please bring it over and sign these.

We need your help.



   

                   

Nothing's going to go wrong.



   

                   

Why do you keep saying that?



   

                   

You're not making it any easier.



   

                   

- Nothing will go wrong.

- But...



   

                   

Sorry. I was just looking

for the ladies' room.



   

                   

Go back

and turn left at the exit sign.



   

                   

The bathrooms

are at the end of the hall.



   

                   

Thanks.



   

                   

- Do you think she heard anything?

- I'm scared.



   

                   

Our club hates to see new members.



   

                   

- But I'm glad to see you.

- Thanks a lot.



   

                   

- Hi.

- Hi.



   

                   

- So this is your first meeting?

- Yeah.



   

                   

- What do you think?

- Pretty grim.



   

                   

- I'm Angel Kosinsky.

- Karen McCann.



   

                   

- My grandfather was Polish.

- So was mine.



   

                   

Why are you here?



   

                   

My son was killed.



   

                   

So was my daughter.



   

                   

I'm sorry.



   

                   

- Is he up here?

- No.



   

                   

Thatís him.



   

                   

Thatís Sean.



   

                   

Daddy. Daddy.



   

                   

I need to show you something.



   

                   

Come on, Daddy.



   

                   

- Can I get a cup of coffee?

- No. I need to show you something.



   

                   

Daddy, look what I did.



   

                   

- I ruined Julie's pillow.

- You didn't ruin it.



   

                   

We can get that stain out.



   

                   

Mama's gonna be very, very angry.



   

                   

Itís good for you.

Itís got potassium in it.



   

                   

- I don't like bananas.

- You want an apple?



   

                   

Oh, God! Mack.



   

                   

What?



   

                   

I'll kill her.

Maria washed Julie's pillow.



   

                   

- Karen, I washed it.

- You washed it?



   

                   

Mack, you ruined it. The smell's gone,

you can't get it back.



   

                   

Stop it.



   

                   

Megan dropped her

ice cream bar and stained it.



   

                   

It was an accident. She didn't

want to upset you, so we washed it.



   

                   

(PHONE RINGS)

Megan, I...



   

                   

- I'm sorry, Mack.

- Take it easy.



   

                   

You OK? I'm going to go

upstairs with her, OK?



   

                   

Hello? Mr and Mrs McCann?

This is Sergeant Denillo.



   

                   

- Hello? Please call me...

- Sergeant, don't hang up, I'm here.



   

                   

I just wanted to tell you

we've arrested a suspect.



   

                   

- Who?

- His name's Robert Doob.



   

                   

- He's from Jon's Market.

- I use them.



   

                   

He's a delivery man.

His blood is a positive DNA match.



   

                   

- You got him?

- Yes.



   

                   

I'm filing with the DA.

Itís a dead-bang case.



   

                   

- I'll call you on the hearing.

- Thanks.



   

                   

- Mack. Mack.

- Yeah.



   

                   

- They got him. Mack, they got him.

- Thank God.



   

                   

A suspect in the Palisades murder

was apprehended today



   

                   

at Jon's Market in Santa Monica.



   

                   

- Look at him. Do you recognise him?

- No. I didn't the first time, either.



   

                   

I never saw him delivering here.



   

                   

Denillo says he's been in and out of jail

his whole life.



   

                   

Thatís him. He's the one.



   

                   

- He did it.

- Honey, turn it off.



   

                   

- Just a minute.

- Not again.



   

                   

- Just a minute, OK?

- Itís not a good thing.



   

                   

I just want to watch him

one more time.



   

                   

- There he is.

- All right.



   

                   

- Morning, Sergeant.

- Sergeant Denillo.



   

                   

I'm Howard Bolinger,

from the DA's office.



   

                   

- He's trying the case.

- What about Mr Randall?



   

                   

- Yes...

- He's been transferred.



   

                   

- I'm handling the case now.

- Transferred? Why weren't we told?



   

                   

Itís all right.



   

                   

- It happens all the time.

- Don't worry. I've reviewed the case.



   

                   

This is just a little pre-trial motion

by the defence.



   

                   

The sergeantís done an excellent job,

our evidence is conclusive.



   

                   

All rise.



   

                   

The Honourable

Judge Arthur Younger presiding.



   

                   

- Morning.

- Morning, Your Honour.



   

                   

Please sit.



   

                   

I'd like to request that my clientís

handcuffs be removed.



   

                   

- That would be fine.

- Thank you, Your Honour.



   

                   

All right, Counsel,

proceed with your motion.



   

                   

The prosecution collected sperm

samples from the victim for DNA tests.



   

                   

There is no problem

with this procedure,



   

                   

if the defence is allowed

to perform their own tests.



   

                   

The prosecution agreed

to supply the defence



   

                   

with at least   % of the evidence

for counter-examination.



   

                   

We never received it.



   

                   

We never promised

a percentage of the evidence.



   

                   

Ms Juke was asked to participate in

an examination at the time, but declined.



   

                   

I have a letter from the DA's office,

promising the defence   %...



   

                   

Quit looking at him so much.



   

                   

- I'd like to present it to the court.

- Objection. I know of no such letter.



   

                   

It was prepared by Mr Randall.



   

                   

May I see the document,

Your Honour?



   

                   

What?



   

                   

Wait a second.



   

                   

Mr Bolinger,

where's the rest of that sample?



   

                   

By the time we got a clean sample,

the   % had already been utilised.



   

                   

But we gave her

the chance to be present...



   

                   

I request that the evidence

in this case be found inadmissible,



   

                   

since the prosecution failed to supply

the evidence promised us in writing.



   

                   

- Your Honour...

- This is an unfair attack on my client,



   

                   

and a breach of the promise

to release evidence.



   

                   

The evidence conclusively

identifies that man as the killer.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

Counsel, can I talk to you,

off the record?



   

                   

- Is this your only physical evidence?

- The defence didn't get their sample.



   

                   

Randall promised it.

This guy didn't know.



   

                   

What is this?



   

                   

Itís all right.



   

                   

All right, Counsel.

Please return to your seats.



   

                   

The law requires that the defence

be allowed their own DNA testing



   

                   

on all evidence

presented to this court.



   

                   

Therefore, in the interest of justice,



   

                   

the court reluctantly agrees

to suppress the evidence.



   

                   

I can submit the tests to you.



   

                   

Do the People have other evidence

that might meet their burden of proof?



   

                   

No, Your Honour.



   

                   

Your Honour, the defence request

that the charges be dismissed.



   

                   

Motion granted, case dismissed.



   

                   

- What now?

- How could you let this happen?



   

                   

You'll let him just walk out of here?



   

                   

- Sorry.

- Letís go.



   

                   

No, Mr McCann, please.



   

                   

All right, come on.



   

                   

Mr McCann, get up. Come on.



   

                   

- Itís over.

- Come on, you.



   

                   

Now move it.



   

                   

- Are you saying she didn't come in?

- Yes.



   

                   

- Can you speak up?

- Karen's not here, I'm worried.



   

                   

- She didn't call?

- No. Do you want to leave a message?



   

                   

- No, thatís OK. Thank you.

- Bye.



   

                   

(SECURITY ALARM BLEEPS)



   

                   

Karen?



   

                   

- Hi.

- What time is it?



   

                   

Almost one.



   

                   

You didn't go to work?



   

                   

- I tried.

- You gotta go to work.



   

                   

Gotta keep going.



   

                   

Get up in the morning,

eat breakfast,



   

                   

take Megan to school,

keep things moving.



   

                   

- You can't quit.

- I'm just so tired. I can't sleep.



   

                   

Come on. We can get through this.



   

                   

We can do this. Thatís it, baby.



   

                   

Letís get out of the house.

Go have some lunch.



   

                   

You're right. Gotta get going.



   

                   

Excuse me,

I'd like to see a case filing.



   

                   

- You mean an arrest package?

- Arrest package...



   

                   

- Do you have a case number?

- Yes.



   

                   

- Itís case number      ...

- Wait.



   

                   

 - - - - - - - .



   

                   

- State versus Robert Doob?

- Yes.



   

                   

Itíll be    dollars for a copy.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

- What are you doing?

- Covering some information.



   

                   

Itís classified.



   

                   

- Whatís classified?

- The address.



   

                   

- Itís just White-Out, not concrete.

- Thank you.



   

                   

(RAP MUSIC)



   

                   

(LATIN AMERICAN MUSIC)



   

                   

(INDISTINCT ARGUMENT)



   

                   

Hey, you got a cigarette?



   

                   

Motherfucker. Fuck you, too!



   

                   

Out of the way.



   

                   

(DOG YELPS)



   

                   

Can I help you

with something, ma'am?



   

                   

Perhaps I could

show you something?



   

                   

Well, I... No. No thanks.



   

                   

Delivery at  .   p.m.



   

                   

Location...



   

                   

- Morning.

- Morning.



   

                   

Caffe-Latte, non-fat.



   

                   

- You look better.

- Thanks.



   

                   

- Even your desk looks better.

- What, was my desk depressed?



   

                   

I'd ask what you were doing,

but I don't wanna jinx it.



   

                   

- Dolly?

- Yeah.



   

                   

- I followed Robert Doob yesterday.

- What?



   

                   

I watched him.

I found out where he lives.



   

                   

And he never even knew I was there.



   

                   

Did you tell anyone about this?



   

                   

- Did you tell Mack?

- No.



   

                   

Don't. He'd go ballistic.



   

                   

Jesus Christ, Karen.

What are you doing? This is insane.



   

                   

Never mind.

I shouldn't have said anything.



   

                   

Promise you won't do it again.



   

                   

It was a dumb idea.



   

                   

- Dumb idea.

- Very dumb idea.



   

                   

(INDISTINCT SPANISH)



   

                   

Watch it, asshole.



   

                   

(DOG BARKING)



   

                   

(HE SPEAKS SPANISH)



   

                   

Fucking piece of shit.



   

                   

- Hi.

- Hola.



   

                   

Shall I help carry these in?



   

                   

(OFFERS AGAIN IN SPANISH)



   

                   

- You're all right. Thank you.

- Momentito.



   

                   

Sure.



   

                   

- Muchas gracias.

- OK.



   

                   

Bye-bye.



   

                   

(URINATES)



   

                   

Oh, my God.



   

                   

We have to hurry.

He's delivering groceries again.



   

                   

He delivered some today to a woman,

then went outside and watched her.



   

                   

He even marked his territory,

like a dog.



   

                   

- Have you been following him?

- Yes. You have to get him right now.



   

                   

You can't do that, for your own safety.

Do you understand?



   

                   

- I know where he lives and works.

- I don't know how to explain this to you.



   

                   

- He's a free man.

- He'll do it again.



   

                   

It isn't right. But thatís the way it is.



   

                   

- I want you to get him.

- I know.



   

                   

But I can't arrest him

for looking the wrong way.



   

                   

- He wasn't just...

- I'll be right out.



   

                   

- You have to do something.

- Please. Just stay away from him.



   

                   

(DOORBELL RINGS)



   

                   

Yes, hello.

My name is Karen McCann.



   

                   

Can I come in? Here's my card.



   

                   

I work for the Media Muzeum.



   

                   

Do you speak English? Oh, God.



   

                   

(ASKS IN SPANISH)



   

                   

Please.



   

                   

Thank you very much.



   

                   

This is very nice.



   

                   

Oh, God. How am I gonna say this?



   

                   

I don't want to frighten you.

I do, actually.



   

                   

(SPANISH)



   

                   

I don't want money.

I want to warn you, you're in danger.



   

                   

There is a man.

He's been here before, you let him in.



   

                   

He works for the market.

Don't let him in. I've been to the police.



   

                   

- What are you doing here?

- Do you speak English?



   

                   

I need to warn you.

There's a man who's been here.



   

                   

- I've been to the police.

- Enough.



   

                   

I don't need help, you do.

Just go away.



   

                   

Leave us alone, please. Thank you.



   

                   

(ARGUE IN SPANISH)



   

                   

- Does a Robert Doob work here?

- Doob?



   

                   

Yes, where is he?



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

Got a warrant?



   

                   

Why, you done something wrong?



   

                   

I don't do things I think are wrong.



   

                   

Maybe you just came here

for a sperm sample.



   

                   

Look, you dogshit...



   

                   

If you even piss on your toilet seat,

I'll make you lick it clean.



   

                   

- Fuck you.

- Fuck me?



   

                   

Come on, motherfucker,

blow my head off.



   

                   

Five people saw you walk in.

Show me you got balls:



   

                   

Pull the fucking trigger!



   

                   

I didn't think so.



   

                   

Keep your dick in your pants

or I'll cut it off.



   

                   

If I hear about you looking

in any more windows, you're dead.



   

                   

Get out of my city.



   

                   

I think he just comes here

for the cookies.



   

                   

- Maybe he wants friends.

- Oh, yeah, we're such a fun group.



   

                   

- Never says anything.

- Maybe thatís his way of coping.



   

                   

- Yeah.

- Some of us eat, some of us talk.



   

                   

Some of us talk

about the people who eat.



   

                   

Hey.



   

                   

- How are you?

- Good. And you?



   

                   

- Did you hear about the Gratzes?

- Divine intervention.



   

                   

- It should happen to all of us.

- What should?



   

                   

- Their boy's killer was killed.

- How?



   

                   

- I think he was shot.

- When?



   

                   

He'd been out for... two days.

Back in the old hood. Drive-by.



   

                   

- Where's Mack?

- With Megan. Hear about the Gratzes?



   

                   

Yeah. I was wondering

if you'd like to go to lunch someday.



   

                   

- I'd love to.

- How about tomorrow?



   

                   

...in the Palisades murder was

apprehended in Santa Monica.



   

                   

Mack?



   

                   

Do you believe in the death penalty?



   

                   

As far as he's concerned, I do.



   

                   

Why? Because itís just

or you want revenge?



   

                   

Itís just the way I feel.

I don't know what I think.



   

                   

- Whatís the point of watching that?

- I'll turn it off, all right?



   

                   

I'm sorry. Itís just, whatís the point?



   

                   

Now hold that. Roll it up.

Good. Now bring your feet in.



   

                   

Now the rib cage kiss. Pull it in.



   

                   

You call this lunch?

I call this entrapment, Angel.



   

                   

You'd have said no otherwise.



   

                   

Knees and ankles together.

Remember what Mama told you.



   

                   

What makes you so sure?



   

                   

- You were resisting feeling better.

- Mushi-mushi, how's your tushy?



   

                   

Deborah, how are you?



   

                   

Itís not something

I have much control over.



   

                   

I know. But it will get better, Karen.



   

                   

Focus on the good times

with your daughter.



   

                   

When I think about her, the details...



   

                   

I'm talking about Megan.



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

- Stop it, I made these.

- No, I did.



   

                   

- No, I did.

- I did.



   

                   

- You did not.

- Did, too.



   

                   

Hey, you're pretty.



   

                   

Hi, Megan. Can I come in?



   

                   

- How did you know my name?

- Itís on the back of your T-shirt.



   

                   

- Do you want a mud pie?

- Sure.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

You know, Megan.

Not all boys are mean.



   

                   

(WHISTLE BLOWS)



   

                   

- I think I need to go now.

- No, you don't.



   

                   

Hustle. Come on, you guys.

Everybody in.



   

                   

Take it easy going up the stairs.



   

                   

Tasty.



   

                   

- Would you like some syrup?

- Yes, thatís the best part.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

- What about this one. Can I have it?

- No, thatís for Mommy.



   

                   

- But I want it.

- Thatís tough.



   

                   

Tough?



   

                   

"Tough titty," said the kitty,

"but the milk's still good."



   

                   

"Tough titty," said the kitty,

"but the milk's still good."



   

                   

Thatís right.



   

                   

- Miss?

- Hold on a second.



   

                   

Thank you, Angel.



   

                   

- You'll be cursing me tomorrow.

- For noticing.



   

                   

Thanks for noticing.



   

                   

Yeah, well.



   

                   

I don't talk to my friends

much any more.



   

                   

- Either I don't call, or they don't.

- They're afraid.



   

                   

I'd like to do this again.

Maybe dinner sometime.



   

                   

Yes. And bring Mack.



   

                   

Are you married?



   

                   

Yes. Her name is Michelle.



   

                   

Oh. Well, bring Michelle.



   

                   

- Mommy! How come you're here?

- I thought I'd pick you up today.



   

                   

- Is that OK?

- Yes.



   

                   

- Look what I made for you.

- For me? A big cookie.



   

                   

No, don't eat it.



   

                   

No? OK, letís save it

for dessert. Letís go.



   

                   

We'll put it on the shelf

with the others you made.



   

                   

- I like the blue better.

- You do?



   

                   

Well, I can tell.



   

                   

Look, Mom. Thatís my friend

from the playhouse.



   

                   

Hi.



   

                   

Why don't you stay out

of my neighbourhood,



   

                   

and I'll stay out of yours.



   

                   

I don't really like kitty pussy,



   

                   

but I'm willing to make an exception.



   

                   

- See you later, alligator.

- In a while, crocodile.



   

                   

She's really beautiful.



   

                   

- Bye.

- Bye.



   

                   

You have a nice day now.



   

                   

OK, get into bed. Here's Mr Whiskers.



   

                   

There you go.



   

                   

Sleep well.



   

                   

- Goodnight, sweetie.

- Goodnight, Mommy.



   

                   

Come on, everybody,

there's a lot to do.



   

                   

There's the new Marlin petition

and the Wedig petition to sign.



   

                   

Thank you, Karen, and Jeremy.



   

                   

- Hello, Lynn. Itís nice to see you.

- How are you doing?



   

                   

- Thanks, Jeremy. Hi, there.

- How are you?



   

                   

- Mr Hughes?

- Sidney.



   

                   

- I'm Karen McCann.

- Hi.



   

                   

Actually, I was looking for

your friends, the Gratzes.



   

                   

I heard what happened

to their boy's murderer.



   

                   

Yes, I know about that.



   

                   

I need some help.



   

                   

Thatís what these meetings are for.



   

                   

Mr Hughes. I heard you talking

to them upstairs that night.



   

                   

I know you can help me.



   

                   

Please.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

There's a garage at Fifth and Temple.

Michael's Garage.



   

                   

They're very helpful there.



   

                   

- All right, everybody, settle down.

- At  .  .



   

                   

Angel, we're starting now.

Letís settle down.



   

                   

A lot of people have asked to speak

and I want them all to have a chance.



   

                   

Who'd like to go first?



   

                   

Hello?



   

                   

- Hello.

- Back here.



   

                   

Hi.



   

                   

- Come in.

- I didn't know it was you. Hello.



   

                   

- What are you doing?

- Making sure you're not wired.



   

                   

Have a seat.



   

                   

Thanks.



   

                   

- Coffee?

- No, thanks.



   

                   

You wanna tell us why you're here?



   

                   

You know why I'm here.



   

                   

The man who raped and murdered

my daughter is free.



   

                   

He got away with it.



   

                   

This is my son.



   

                   

They never found the killer.



   

                   

Martin and I have both lost loved ones

when someone was to blame.



   

                   

Why are you really here?



   

                   

Why I'm here? I...



   

                   

I can't rest.



   

                   

I'll never rest again,

till he pays for what he did to her.



   

                   

I need you to help me.



   

                   

Do you know how

to defend yourself, physically?



   

                   

- Other than running like hell?

- This is no joke.



   

                   

We're not here for kicks.

We have things we'd rather be doing.



   

                   

But we're sticklers for justice,

since you can't count on the system.



   

                   

Justice.



   

                   

Can you go through with this?



   

                   

- Can you handle the consequences?

- Look, guys, I'm here, all right?



   

                   

OK. We can help you get a weapon.



   

                   

We can show you where to train.

We'll help you plan the hit.



   

                   

But you'll have to pull the trigger yourself.



   

                   

- I see.

- Do you?



   

                   

Desperately wanting someone dead

is not the same as killing them.



   

                   

Shooting paper

isn't like shooting flesh.



   

                   

Think it over.



   

                   

- You don't have to commit tonight.

- I'm in.



   

                   

One, two. Good. Keep going.



   

                   

Palm pulled back, aim into the face.



   

                   

Break it. One, two.



   

                   

Nice and strong.

Hit, hard as you can.



   

                   

Pay attention, everybody.

Here we go.



   

                   

Itís OK to be scared.



   

                   

You relax, grab the gun.



   

                   

There's your target.



   

                   

Extend your arm,

bring the other one underneath it.



   

                   

Good. Relax.

Spread your feet out just a little.



   

                   

Good. There's your target.



   

                   

Now breathe and hold it in.

Hold it and squeeze, come on.



   

                   

Mama.



   

                   

- Mama.

- Oh, damn it!



   

                   

Never mind.



   

                   

Megan wants to show you something.

Could you pay her a little attention?



   

                   

- I've a lot on my mind.

- So do I.



   

                   

Itís different,

she wasn't your daughter.



   

                   

What did you just say?



   

                   

You're not the only one who lost Julie.

I lost her, too, so did Megan.



   

                   

Don't you ever say that to me again.



   

                   

Mack?



   

                   

She was my daughter, Karen.

I raised her with you.



   

                   

I loved her.



   

                   

And I miss her,

just as much as you do.



   

                   

I can take him anywhere I want.

From this position he's open.



   

                   

You can kick into the body or the front

kick into the groin that we learned...



   

                   

He lives in this building.



   

                   

He usually comes down this street,

and parks in this parking lot here.



   

                   

There's a little alleyway right here.



   

                   

- Thatís where you stand.

- OK.



   

                   

When you hear his jeep pull up,

wait till he turns the ignition off.



   

                   

When you hear the jeep door open,

you step out and...



   

                   

- See you guys.

- Bye.



   

                   

I don't know, if we could just get

inside his head, just get him to speak.



   

                   

He's been depressed

as long as I've been here.



   

                   

I'm parked over here.



   

                   

- I'll see you.

- Bye.



   

                   

- See you next Tuesday.

- Goodnight.



   

                   

Here, take my wallet.



   

                   

I don't want money.

I thought you were following me.



   

                   

- I'm so sorry.

- I'm not following you, I'm parked there.



   

                   

- I'm so sorry.

- Yeah, me too.



   

                   

- I hope I didn't hurt you too bad.

- Well, you did.



   

                   

Hey, hey, hey.



   

                   

Relax, hey.



   

                   

Daddy. No, no! Daddy.



   

                   

- Daddy.

- No.



   

                   

- I'll go.

- Let me go.



   

                   

Daddy. Daddy.



   

                   

No! Daddy.



   

                   

Megan, honey.



   

                   

- Where's Daddy?

- He's sleeping.



   

                   

Did you have a bad dream?



   

                   

Do you want to tell me about it?



   

                   

Mama?



   

                   

Are you still mad?



   

                   

Mad at who? At you?



   

                   

Sweetie, I was never mad at you.

Is that what you think?



   

                   

It was my birthday.



   

                   

You think because it was

your birthday Julie died?



   

                   

Oh, Megan.



   

                   

Sit up, honey.



   

                   

Listen to me. It was not your fault.



   

                   

Sometimes when

terrible things happen,



   

                   

we act in ways

others can't understand.



   

                   

I've just been so sad, Megan.



   

                   

- Mama?

- Yes.



   

                   

Will you sleep with me tonight?



   

                   

I would like that. Will you let me?



   

                   

(SPANISH POP SONG)



   

                   

So you trust her?



   

                   

Yes. I trust her completely.



   

                   

She doesn't seem like a killer to me.



   

                   

I am not worried.



   

                   

I don't like her type.

Her hands are too clean.



   

                   

You need to relax. You were like this

with the Gratzes, too.



   

                   

Well, gotta go.



   

                   

- You pick it up yet?

- On my way.



   

                   

- A.  ?

- Yep.



   

                   

Thatís what she's comfortable with.

(PHONE)



   

                   

I don't think itíll be a problem.



   

                   

- Michael's Garage.

- This is Mrs Benedetti.



   

                   

Hi, Mrs Benedetti. Your car's ready.



   

                   

- When can I pick it up?

- Itíll cost a little more.



   

                   

- You said $   .

- Yes, but I had to replace the brakes.



   

                   

- Martin, you do this every time.

- Itís normal wear and tear.



   

                   

You said that about the battery,

we changed three times.



   

                   

I don't have $    more.



   

                   

- More tea?

- No, thanks.



   

                   

Go on, take it. Put it in your purse.



   

                   

If you don't have the stomach,

itís all right. You don't have to do it.



   

                   

I can do it.



   

                   

Itís like I have a disease,

or I'm an idiot.



   

                   

- Don't give up, dear.

-    months for a court date!



   

                   

You have to keep going...



   

                   

Did they ever catch Sean's killer?



   

                   

Sorry.



   

                   

Don't do it, Karen.



   

                   

What?



   

                   

- Itís not going to bring her back.

- I don't know what you mean.



   

                   

You'll get caught.

I'm telling you 'cause I'm your friend.



   

                   

Mack. What are you doing?



   

                   

Sitting here. Waiting for you.



   

                   

The meeting ran late.

Do you want some tea?



   

                   

I called today. Dolly said

you were having lunch with me.



   

                   

- Dolly's confused.

- Where were you?



   

                   

I had lunch alone, why?



   

                   

You go there most afternoons,

from    to  .  .



   

                   

You've been going for three weeks.

And you've been lying to me.



   

                   

- You called there?

- What are you doing?



   

                   

- I'm learning to shoot.

- What for?



   

                   

- To defend myself.

- Why not tell me?



   

                   

I'm learning other things,

too, exercise class, defence class.



   

                   

- Those cards are in my wallet, too.

- Don't say that!



   

                   

- I've a right to defend myself.

- So why not tell me?



   

                   

- It helps me get it all out.

- Do it with me. Do what you like.



   

                   

Scream, break everything in the house.

Just stop lying to me.



   

                   

All right. OK.



   

                   

OK.



   

                   

Did you buy one?



   

                   

A gun?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Jeez, I don't know, Karen.



   

                   

I don't know.



   

                   

- Maybe we should get outta here.

- Where'd we go?



   

                   

Somewhere nobody knows us,

where we could be ourselves.



   

                   

- Could you take a few weeks off?

- Yes. Whatever it takes.



   

                   

Can you?



   

                   

Sean!



   

                   

Is your name Sean?



   

                   

- Is your mommy here?

- Which one?



   

                   

Karen.



   

                   

This is my son, Sean.



   

                   

And thatís Michelle.



   

                   

- Hi.

- Hello.



   

                   

- Sean, will you help me with something?

- Can I have money for a snow cone?



   

                   

- OK.

- Why don't we sit down?



   

                   

I don't want to sit down.



   

                   

Who are you?



   

                   

I know, I lied about Sean

being killed. I'm sorry.



   

                   

I don't understand, I...



   

                   

I thought you were like me.

Why the hell would you lie about that?



   

                   

I was in those meetings

investigating vigilante activity.



   

                   

I work undercover. I'm with the FBI.



   

                   

Oh, my God.



   

                   

Walk away now and you'll be OK.



   

                   

- How could you pretend...?

- Just walk away.



   

                   

- I can't let him go.

- Let the law deal with this.



   

                   

I tried that.



   

                   

OK, let me spell it out for you.



   

                   

Itís against the law to kill a person,

except in self-defence.



   

                   

They won't care why you did it. You'll

spend the rest of your life in prison.



   

                   

Besides, what legacy

are you leaving your little girl?



   

                   

You've got to ask yourself, Karen...

What are you trying to teach Megan?



   

                   

- Where are the other candles, Dolly?

- With your Christmas bonus.



   

                   

You deserved that.



   

                   

- Michael's Garage.

- Itís me.



   

                   

Karen.



   

                   

I'm out. OK?



   

                   

- What do you mean?

- I can't. Sorry.



   

                   

(DOORBELL RINGS)



   

                   

(SPEAKS SPANISH)



   

                   

(DOG BARKING)



   

                   

Got a lot of groceries.



   

                   

(DOOR SLAMS)



   

                   

(SPEAKS SPANISH)



   

                   

Sure. Just take your time.



   

                   

Five dollars.



   

                   

You fucking bitch.



   

                   

Shut the fuck up.



   

                   

Shut the fuck up. Shut up.



   

                   

Did Friedlander confirm yet?



   

                   

- His PA said yes, but I couldn't get him.

- He won't come, he never does.



   

                   

- When are you and Mack leaving?

- Tomorrow morning.



   

                   

There's a Detective Denillo

on line two. Shall I take a message?



   

                   

No, I'll get it.



   

                   

At least itís over. You got him.



   

                   

We're holding him for    hours,

then I'll have to let him go.



   

                   

- Why?

- Because I don't have a case.



   

                   

- We both know he killed two people.

- But I can't prove it.



   

                   

If I hold him, he'll sue the city

and get his own talk show.



   

                   

- What are you saying?

- Like it or not, he's got rights.



   

                   

My daughter and that other woman

have no rights?



   

                   

- You're yelling at the wrong man.

- I said this would happen. I saw him.



   

                   

That was three weeks ago.

Itís circumstantial.



   

                   

- Fingerprints.

- We've got tons, all over the house.



   

                   

We've got his hair, carpet fibres.

But he delivered their groceries.



   

                   

His prints belong in the house.



   

                   

- Everything I have on him is worthless.

- What?



   

                   

- He even used a condom.

- Of course. He's smarter than you.



   

                   

Try giving him some candy.



   

                   

- We're doing our best.

- He knows exactly what he's doing.



   

                   

Unlike you.



   

                   

You wanna play this game?

What makes you so special?



   

                   

Know how many bodies I see in a week?

I walk through blood every day.



   

                   

And you can't catch him, punish him,

or protect anyone. You're useless.



   

                   

I don't need this. I hear it every day, from

the lawyers, the media, and the crooks.



   

                   

Right now,

you sound the same as them.



   

                   

Yeah? How's this? Fuck you.



   

                   

One dollar fifty-six.



   

                   

Thanks very much.



   

                   

Tony, itís me, Karen.

I left something in the office.



   

                   

- What do you mean, they're gone?

- They're gone.



   

                   

Hang on. Itís Dolly,

she's hysterical about something.



   

                   

All right, keep going.



   

                   

Dolly?



   

                   

They were in the boxes in my office.



   

                   

You saw them there yesterday.



   

                   

Dolly, slow down.



   

                   

I know we need them for the press

conference. They're there.



   

                   

Well, look again. I'm going away,

what am I supposed to do?



   

                   

Please, you two go on.

I'll come tomorrow.



   

                   

- I have to help Dolly.

- Why can't she do it?



   

                   

- You heard her.

- We'll wait. Whatís another day?



   

                   

- I want to go now.

- The idea was to all go together.



   

                   

This is my responsibility,

I can't just walk out on them.



   

                   

You don't trust me.



   

                   

Not particularly.



   

                   

Thatís not fair.



   

                   

Maybe I'll be there tonight.

Itís just a few hours.



   

                   

OK. We'll meet you up there.



   

                   

- OK.

- All right.



   

                   

Sweetie,

you're going ahead with Dad.



   

                   

I'll be there as soon as I can. You get

the house set up. Give me kisses.



   

                   

- Bye, Mama.

- Bye, honey.



   

                   

Drive carefully.



   

                   

You too.



   

                   

Bye.



   

                   

OK, you're the navigator, so here.



   

                   

Come here, you piece of shit.

No, kiss my ass.



   

                   

- Go to hell.

- Come here.



   

                   

I work for the power

and water department.



   

                   

- My boss says we're cutting you off.

- What?



   

                   

Itíll only be off till tomorrow

morning, is that all right?



   

                   

You bitch.



   

                   

# Old MacDonald had a farm

E-I-E-I-O



   

                   

# And on this farm he had a... cow

E-I-E-I-O



   

                   

# With a moo-moo here

And a moo-moo there



   

                   

# Here a moo, there a moo

Everywhere a moo-moo... #



   

                   

(MOZART CONCERTO)



   

                   

"Tough titty," said the kitty,

"but the milk's still good."



   

                   

- Where'd you hear that?

- The man at the school playground.



   

                   

- What man?

- The man Mommy watches on video.



   

                   

- Did you tell Mommy?

- Yes, she talked to him.



   

                   

Shit.



   

                   

Letís call Mom.



   

                   

Damn.



   

                   

Sorry to disappoint you.



   

                   

- You gonna shoot me?

- You broke into my house,



   

                   

with intent to harm me. The law says

I have the right to protect myself.



   

                   

What, do you want me to say I'm

sorry? It coulÔve been anybody.



   

                   

I don't even remember

what she looked like.



   

                   

Itís nothing personal.



   

                   

She was seventeen years old.

Five foot two, she had brown eyes.



   

                   

Her name was Julie.

She was my daughter.



   

                   

She was a great fuck.



   

                   

Like I said, nothing personal.



   

                   

Itís very personal.



   

                   

At what time did you realise

he was in the house?



   

                   

Was he alone? Could he

have followed you home?



   

                   

How can we reach your husband?



   

                   

- Is it your gun?

- Anyone else here?



   

                   

- Letís get you to the hospital.

- No, I'm fine.



   

                   

- You sure?

- Yes.



   

                   

- I know what you've done here.

- What?



   

                   

I've been doing this a long time.

You haven't fooled me.



   

                   

Prove it.



   

                   

- Daddy?

- Whatís going on?



   

                   

- What happened?

- Stay in the car.



   

                   

So what do you think?



   

                   

Armed suspect, forced entry through

the back door, assault with intent.



   

                   

Clear case of self-defence.



   

                   

- Sir, you can't go in there.

- Stay there.



   

                   

- Sir, sir!

- Officer, listen.



   

                   

Itís my house. Thatís my daughter

in the car. Stay with her.



   

                   

Whoa, whoa.







 

  

  

 
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