All language subtitles for missing_s03e07_last_night

I want to wait for Mommy and Daddy.

I know you do, honeypot, but it's
getting late.

I'm not a honeypot, Grandma. I'm a boy.
A little boy who needs to go to sleep.

Now, what shall we read tonight?

I don't know. Why don't you choose?

I choose The Cat in the Hat.

You gonna come inside?

I would love to, but I can't. I got an
early morning.

Oh, it's something that you can't talk
about. But I am so gonna make it up to

you. You are so right about that.

Um... Look, I didn't plan to do this out
on the street, but I have to

tell you something.

Shoot.

I mean, it's not bad.

It's, uh, well, I hope that you don't
think it's bad.

Uh, I just, I think you should know.

Come on, quick. Okay.

Here goes, uh.

I get the vision about things that are
happening or, um,

or are about to happen.

Visions as in, um, psychic?

Well, I don't like that word, but, uh,
yeah.

That's how I got involved in the FBI.

Well, that's cool.

It is? Is it?

Yeah, I mean, not in the FBI. We might
never meet. So, yeah, it's cool.

But I really got to go.

I told you I was psychic.

And I just said that it was cool.

So I'll call you.

Cool? I got to go.

Is Eddie sleeping in?

He's going to be late for school.

I'll get him up.

How many times have I got to ask her to
make him sleep in his own bed?

Mother, how many times have I got...
Mother!

Where's Eddie?

Where's Eddie?

In his room.

No, he's not.

Eddie!

Eddie, come down.

Eddie!

I can't find Eddie. He's gone. Eddie!

Eddie?

Eddie!

Eddie!

Eddie!

Eddie! Eddie!

Thank you.

So I told Colin. About your visions?
What'd he say?

Not much. He ran away.

It is so over.

Don't jump to conclusions.

No, he's gone. He thinks I'm crazy.

Get them on the hot.

Janie, we're going to look like sumo
wrestlers. The ones with the raisins are

the bottom. Oh, thank you. That's sweet.

Jeff? No, thanks.

Muffin distribution?

Completed, sir. Good. Go.

Eddie Flowers, age five, missing from
his bed this morning.

Dr. Aaron Flowers, 36, cardiologist,
staffed at George Washington Hospital.

Marsha Flowers, 28, former model.

The doctor's mother lives with him,
Catherine Flowers. She's 70, a retired

librarian. No criminal records. That's
all for now. Still working them up. Oh,

you take all the time you need. Whenever
you're finished, Agent Cooper, you will

canvas forensics, interview the family,
total focus on the job at hand, Scott

Cortez. Thank you. I've launched Amber
Alerts. I've got a tip line up and

running. Let's score people. Let's do it
quickly.

Did you see Pollack look at you and
Antonio when he told us we had to focus?

Yeah. Hard to miss. I didn't notice. He
knows about you.

Of course you don't, Paula.

So? So, the last time he caught two
agents fraternizing on the job, he

one of them to transfer.

What's he going to do? I don't know what
he's going to do.

We haven't talked about it yet. Well,
maybe we shouldn't just sit around and

wait. Maybe we should do something. We
are doing something. We're following a

case.

And we do need to focus.

Good morning.

Lovely home.

Special Agent Scott. I'm Dr.

Flowers. My wife, Marcia.

This is my mother, Catherine Flowers.

How do you do?

And our attorney, Gail Prescott.

Yes, we've met. Good morning, Agent
Scott.

Morning.

Did you take a second mortgage to hire
her?

There's no price on family protection,
Agent.

Everyone with access to this residence
in the past year.

Doctor, forgive me, but, um... Well, it
seems a little odd that innocent victims

like yourselves...

would hire a high -priced criminal
lawyer.

There's nothing odd about it at all,
Agent Scott.

Innocent can turn to guilty with a
single Freudian slip, as you have

in your search for justice.

As I have exploited?

Well, I meant law enforcement in
general, of course. Please understand,

to help you. Thank goodness for that.

Now, what are you doing to find my baby?
Everything we can.

It would help if we could talk to you
about what happened last night. Of

Let's have a seat. We prefer to talk to
you. Separately? No.

I'm afraid not. You get one interview
with everybody and I'm present every

second. Then who watches the forensics
team?

I have an associate.

What?

Please.

Let's get a team outside across the
street.

Do you remember ever seeing anyone
sitting in a car outside the house?

No. No.

Catherine, do you remember what time it
was? We won't be getting into any

specific timelines.

My clients have been traumatized, and
any unintentional inconsistency could

a mountain out of a molehill.

This is ridiculous.

I have to ask these questions.

I agree.

Ask me any question you'd like. Thank
you.

Doctor, it's like when you make a
diagnosis.

You have to rule out certain things,
don't you?

Yeah. Well, so do we. In any child
disappearance, we have to rule out the

parents because 90 % of the time they
are involved.

Is there something you'd like to say,
Marsha? No, I just... You just what,

Marsha?

Aaron, don't you think it's time?

Look, no one in this family had anything
to do with Eddie's disappearance.

The sooner that we eliminate you as
suspects, the better.

I suggest you all take a polygraph.

A lie detector.

That's out of the question. It is the
usual way we rule out family members.

Or trap them.

I'll do it.

So will I.

So you think they had something to do
with their son's disappearance?

I'm not feeling them like that.

But get a lawyer like you've done
something. If it stands to reason you've

something, well...

Nowadays, people don't exactly trust the
police to do right by them. And you

know what? They shouldn't.

Eddie?

Eddie Flowers!

Eddie, tell me where you are.

He was holding a candle, standing on top
of a car. Standard dream

interpretation. Candles signify life or
hope. Cars, motion. But the car's

stationary, indicating Eddie's alive in
a fixed location.

That's something, sir. I'll break out
the party minutes.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Cortez is set up for the police.

Please answer each question out loud.

Are we clear?

Yes.

Okay, let's begin.

Is your name Marsha Flowers?

Yes.

Do you live in Bethesda, Maryland?

Yes.

Okay, now tell me a lie. What's your
favorite sport?

Baseball.

Do you know where Eddie Flowers is?

No.

Do you know what happened to him?

I don't know, but I think my mother -in
-law does.

I think she did something to Eddie and
then tried to cover it up.

That was just supposition. There was no
statement of fact there.

Why do you think that?

Last month, Catherine spilled hot grease
on Eddie.

And then she tried to say she didn't
remember how it happened.

I've always liked her in.

I'm trying to be generous here, but
lately I've been having doubts.

I never should have left Eddie with her.

Do you know where Eddie Flowers is right
now?

No.

Do you know what happened to him?

No.

Do you know where Eddie Flowers is right
now?

Good Lord, I wish I did.

Do you

know

what happened to Eddie Flowers?

No.

The machine says your client is lying.

Would you like some water?

No. Can we get you anything else? No.

You could leave these people alone. Stop
wasting everyone's time.

Miss Prescott, if you're going to be
rude, I'll thank you to wait outside.

Agent Scott, is something the matter?

Yes, ma 'am.

Your polygraph showed some
discrepancies.

You think I'm a liar.

Catherine, I have to advise you. You're
getting into a dangerous area. You must

not say anything else.

You're perfectly within your right to do
that.

But it won't help us find your grandson.

Miss Prescott, please, wait outside.

I will hear and remember every word
spoken in this room until you release my

client to me.

Thank you, Catherine.

Here's my problem.

When we asked you, do you know where
Eddie is, you failed that question.

Do you know where he is?

No, I don't.

That's the truth. I don't know why it
says I'm lying.

There was also a red flag when we asked
you what happened to Eddie.

What time did you put him to bed?

His bedtime's at 8 .30.

And that's when you put him to bed?

I think so.

What happened next?

He went to sleep.

So did he have a snack or a drink?

Did you read him a book?

Yes. Yes, to which, Catherine?

All of them.

Do you remember what book you read to
Eddie?

town undergrad library.

Not only could I tell you where your
book was, but the best passages to read

that book. I could recite Byron

and Tennyson from memory.

But you don't remember anything about
last night, do you, Catherine?

I know I should.

I know.

I should.

Poor baby.

It's not an act.

Medical records show onset of senile
dementia.

Still mild.

She's got no short -term memory, but
there's no indication that she's violent

dangerous. The stress of trying to
remember would flag the poly. No

So everybody passed.

We can rule out immediate family. Can
we? I think Catherine could have done

something or failed to do something and
forgotten about it.

Or she could be a witness in accessory
and not remember.

You've been to the family. What's your
assessment?

They're righteous, sir.

I agree completely.

Well, then move on. To that end, Cortez,
any breadcrumbs? Not yet. Still

collecting trace fingerprints running
through AFIS. There's one thing I can

you for sure. There's zero sign of
struggle or forced entry, which leads me

believe that the young boy knew the
kidnapper. I don't think you would need

struggle to overpower a five -year -old
kid who's half asleep.

That doesn't explain the lack of forced
entry. That's a good point.

Get out.

Excuse me. Go. Don't come back until
you've got something interesting from

forensics to talk about. Thank you.

Background checks?

Everyone on the accident list checks
out. Tax offenders?

Seven registered sex offenders within a
mile of the Flowers residence. Four of

them check out. Two are in the holding
cells right now. One's whereabouts is

unknown.

Freddy Torino. One conviction, child
molestation, six -year -old boy. Freddy

Torino. He sells meth and H, molests
small boys.

Huh? He's fantastic, isn't he?

All right, Mastroianni, you've got to
have your boyfriend on speed dial by

Let's put him on this.

Yes, I know you date Colin McNeil.
Fortunately for you, Agent McNeil is

a member of this unit nor a member of
the FBI. Otherwise, one of you would

to go. But, uh, anywho, put McNeil on
Freddy Torino while you go squeeze the

sex offender in custody, so to speak.

The DOJ will have to clear that, sir.

Mastroianni, do you doubt me?

No, sir. Good.

Updates with celerity.

Celerity? It means speed.

Yeah, I know what it means.

Who uses that word?

Well, there's weird.

And then there's pollen.

Especially lately.

Can I take the first interview with you
while Jess calls her boyfriend?

Sure.

No, listen, you're gonna get geometry.
You keep plugging, son, and I'll check

for you.

I don't know when I'll be home. Your mom
and I have to work some things out,

so... Michael, no, you don't have to go
like this. Michael, Michael, don't go

like... Enter. Is there something of an
interest from

forensics? Go. We found an isolated area
with a direct line of sight to Eddie

Flowers' bedroom.

We found some cigarette butts with the
registered sex offenders' prints on

Freddie Torino?

How'd you know?

No,

sir, but I've seen this before, where a
perp doesn't wear gloves to case a

crime, but he wears them to the crime
itself.

We also have an anonymous on the tip
line saying that Freddy Torino took

Flowers. Caller location?

Gas station, public phone, five blocks
away from the Flowers residence.

APB on Torino to all PDs and state
police.

Hey, y 'all, what's up?

Hey,

Mac.

Trying to find Freddy Torino.

Cool, he can share his money.

Seen him in days, dude.

How are you?

I just make more money and keep living,
you know what I'm saying?

Freddy Torino?

Ain't right.

Is he using what he's playing?

And he'll shoot you as soon as he looks
at you.

Yeah, nobody mess with my money.

I realize you gotta spend money to make
money, right?

Word.

Well, I don't know nothing about Freddy
T.

But I know where his girl stays.

Hello? Found Freddy Torino.

Are you on your way in with him?

No. You're too dead for that.

And his girlfriend hooked up, shot up,
and screwed up.

I'll tell Pollack.

Yeah, I'm gonna go take 49 showers. Call
me if you need anything else, all

right? Okay, thanks.

Uh, bye.

Flowers.

Do you know where Eddie Flowers is?

You saw something.

Yeah, I saw a man with flowers.

They were dying, Nick.

I think Eddie Flowers is dying.

Okay, so we have a man dressed all in
red, holding wilting flowers, lilies,

roses. Flowers is obvious. So is
wilting, unfortunately.

He kind of looked like a monk or
something. Monks don't wear red. Yeah,

aware of that.

I'm not getting hits on any of this.
Okay, let's talk facts.

Autopsy says Freddy Torino OD'd three
days ago, so he's out. Interview the two

sex offenders in custody.

Now, they're messed up, but they didn't
do this. They're too dumb to be this

clean. What do you mean? They left
plenty of forensic evidence the last two

times they were arrested.

If you interview them, you'd see why.

Okay, let's break it down. We're looking
for a non -family member.

Who's not a registered sex offender?
There's no forced entry, so it could

been somebody who hangs around enough to
fill an extra key or leave a door open.

Who knows that Eddie would be home alone
with Grandma Catherine. And that she

wouldn't be an obstacle. I'm hearing
babysitter loud and clear. There's a

regular sitter, Cindy Ryan, but she
checked out. Wait a minute.

When I used to babysit, half the time I
would seek my boyfriend in after the

kids went away. If she did that, she'd
keep it a secret from the Flowers.

And he wouldn't be on the access list
that they provided.

When I talked to Cindy's mother, she
said she had a boyfriend that drives her

school. There you go. I'll get her in
here.

Making out while babysitting?

Who knew such a good girl could be so
bad?

I need you to tell me the truth, Cindy.
Do you have a key to the Flowers' house?

Yeah.

But you don't think that I have... No,
no one thinks that you did anything.

But here comes the hard question.

Did you ever have your boyfriend over to
the house while you were babysitting?

No, I wasn't allowed.

Well, neither was I, but I used to do
it.

How could I? I mean, his grandmother was
always in the house.

And you knew that she could sleep
through a rock concert.

Made it more fun, didn't it?

What's your boyfriend's name?

Brad.

Brad what?

Curry.

But there's no way that he could have
anything to do with it. I mean, his

family's totally rich and...

He's like one of the coolest kids at
school.

What's up?

Brad Curry.

Yo. FBI.

I want to ask you a few questions.

Mind if I come in?

We've been expecting you.

You're Agent Nicole Scott.

Agent Jessica Mastriano.

And you are?

Come on, Agent Scott, you should know
better than to question juveniles when

their parents aren't present.

We have strippers on the way, so I'm
busy.

Bye. You were busy.

Because right now I see four underage
fools consuming alcohol.

And that is a crime.

Jokes!

Jeff, which one do you think is going to
resist arrest first?

Thinking a loud, stupid one?

You can't shoot me.

There are witnesses present. I can, if I
shoot them too.

Right.

Now, you are all under arrest.

But underage consumption of alcohol.
Hands on the pool table.

All of you.

I said hands on the pool table.

Legs spread out.

I'm sure you boys have all done that
before.

Four teenagers with tequila cost more
than I make in a year.

My dad always said the more you have,
the less you are.

I guess your dad was around to talk to
you.

Brad Curry's parents are out of the
country. In fact, all four teenagers

parents that travel frequently.

Unsupervised, undisciplined.

More money than God. There's a recipe
for success, huh?

Let me tell you how this works, Shane.

First person to talk gets a deal.

Everybody else spends the rest of their
lives in prison.

I have nothing to say to you.

Lucian, a little boy is missing and we
know you took him with your friends.

If I were you, I'd tell my son it's
right now.

You ever had forced homosexual
experiences, Lucian?

You will.

When you're in a 5x7 cell with a violent
offender for a roommate every day for

the rest of your life.

I've got nothing to say to you.

We're getting a hold of your parents in
Europe, Brad.

Well, they'll be thrilled.

They could be.

If you help us find Eddie Flowers, this
could have a happy ending.

Otherwise, you're tried as an adult, and
I don't have to tell you what that

means. I like saying it.

Life in prison.

Or the death penalty.

But I didn't do anything.

Yes, you did. You stole Cindy's key to
the Flowers' house.

You made a copy at Bailey's Hardware. We
have you on videotape. You're so dumb,

Brad.

But you're just minorly dumb.

I know you're not driving this. You're
just a passenger, right?

I have nothing to say to you.

Little bastard was brave as hell when he
was with his friends.

Any of them talking?

Just enough to say the same thing.

I have nothing to say to you. The
ringleader's next.

Your name is Xavier Redman.

Why do you want to tell us that?

Give you something to do.

Couldn't be because you were afraid we'd
call your father, could it?

Are you joking?

He'd never take your call. Oh, I think
he would.

Kidnapping carries the death penalty,
Xavier.

Only if convicted, Nicole.

Boy, I will slap the tape out of your
mouth.

Please, I could buy and sell you.

Not you, you can't.

I'll take it from here.

Woking Agent Scott is my very health
-conscious move.

That's why it's fun.

I know you.

John Pollock, Assistant Director of the
FBI.

Move her and shake her.

One of the post -top ten power brokers
under age 40. You've done your research.

A little.

Although, I couldn't verify whether you
spoke four or six languages.

Well, it depends if you count the
classics.

You've got a lot in common.

Negative. No, we don't. We're both
brilliant.

Both driven.

Both have an unwavering belief in our
own destiny.

Here's the thing, Xavier. You don't have
a destiny.

You know, not unless you tell us where
Eddie Flowers is.

You think you're getting a deal with
this? Why would I need a deal?

I haven't done anything.

There's going to be no deal.

You're going to cooperate and you're
going to do it before you're looking at

murder and kidnapping.

Don't you get sick of pretending, John?

I mean, we pretend because they're
afraid of the truth.

We're surrounded by little people and
every day they get smaller and smaller.

They don't know how to dare.

They don't know how to dream.

And they don't want to know that giants
live among them.

Taraging a little boy makes you a giant.

Listen to me. You have no idea. You
cannot begin to have an idea of what I

make happen to you.

John, they called here to tell you it's
time for me to go.

They got to the sheriff. He's kicking
the case.

I'll call him myself.

Not on Mr. Redmond's time.

This is the court order for my client's
immediate release. He's not your client.

Well, of course he is.

I've ended my representation of the
Flowers family.

For a greater fee? For a greater need.

I cannot stand to see young people
persecuted.

Better let me go.

She's a big ball of lipstick.

I'll see you again.

The places I go, I don't think they'll
let you in.

But I'll talk to the doorman and see
what I can do.

Mr. Pollack.

Gail?

All right, this is now officially
complicated.

Xavier Redmond's father is Stanford
Redmond, who is a kingmaker to the nth

degree. Every president in the last 20
years has kissed his ring on the way to

office. Sir, don't tell me we're backing
off of this. What I am saying is that

he has able legal representation, he has
resources, and we have nothing to tie

him to this crime.

Sir, I had a vision. It was a monk or
something dressed in red. That could

Redmond. Tenuous, even by your
standards. But he was holding flowers,

roses. This man, did he have a vaguely
16th century look wearing a robe?

Yeah. What you saw was a saintly
apparition, Agent. The Lillian roses are

traditionally associated with St.
Francis Xavier.

Xavier Redmond is definitely our guy,
sir. Clearly, but this puts us no closer

to nailing him. Sir, I may have a way
in, something they haven't thought of.

Stop with the pausing for effect, give.
Well, I checked out their gear while

they were being interrogated, and they
used wireless connectivity with their

cell phones, so I could bluejack or blue
-snarf them to be more accurate.

Meaning you could do what? I could hack
their cell phones back to the computers

if I could get close enough to the
source.

Find what?

I haven't the slightest idea.

Pathetic, but honest. All right, go
fish.

Sure about this?

I think you need to get closer.

What are you doing with the lock, big
gun?

Picking a lock.

That's cool.

We're on.

Get anything?

Yeah, it's good right here.

So we won't have much time.

Fact.

Done it all.

Put your hands up.

I said don't move.

Okay.

That's hot.

Dang.

Get out of here.

Go.

We were looking at a series of text
messages between David Redman, Brad

and his friends.

Rip job.

Second floor, man.

It's high talk.

No code? A game I hacked back from
Xavier's cell phone to his computer, and

found that he created a game. It's
called Thief Supreme.

Which his friends are playing.

Right. Level one, pickpocketing five
points. Level three, auto theft, 20, et

cetera, et cetera. Each category
corresponds to a police report for

auto theft, and burglary. So real crimes
are all part of some damn game?

What is this, elite level?

Just steal a child and get away with it.

Bring me that son of a bitch.

I know about the Supreme.

Good for you. What's that?

I'm going to ask you. Why don't you tell
me you created it?

Do you have any questions or just claims
of fact?

These are text messages from your cell
phone. One coincides with false

information given to the FBI tip line on
this case concerning a drug dealer

named Freddy Torino. In other words,
it's a coincidence.

Then there's this.

New player in the game, level seven.

Level seven.

The new player is the FBI, isn't it?

How did you come into possession of
these messages?

I'm not at liberty to say.

Oh, I am.

Criminal trespass of the Redman estate,
coupled with aggravated assault and

battery. Yeah, I don't know better,
John.

Well, I know of no such activity. Can
you present me with some evidence so

I can pursue it? You know I can't. Well,
that's a pity.

Nevertheless, these messages were
clearly obtained without a warrant, or

would have said so immediately. I don't
need a warrant. The Fourth Amendment

protects a reasonable expectation of
privacy.

These messages were on the airwaves. To
specific individuals, privately.

Over the airwaves, publicly.

On a phone, privately.

This is a wiretap, and you need a
warrant. If I pick up a cell phone

conversation on the scanner, I don't
need a warrant, and I don't need one for

this. This is public.

Duke University Law School, 1990.

Clark in the Supreme Court, 1992.

Can we move on, please?

The Redmond family wishes to do all it
can to help bring the Flowers family's

torment to an end. That would be your
former clients, the Flowers?

But it is late, and we're done here.
We're far from done.

Tell me where the child is.

I can't. This isn't a game.

Keep thinking that way, you're bound to
lose.

Xavier's files are encrypted. I could
get in, but I don't have time.

But there's this. Right after Xavier was
released, he messaged back Curry and

the other boys. Saying? It was a number.
They messaged back other numbers.

We were trying to understand the code
breakers. We subbed through the alphabet

for numbers, reversed it, tried Greek
letters.

25, 24, 23.

What was it?

Francis Xavier again.

Holding an hourglass.

We're running out of time. The other
kids were there. They were calling out

numbers. Like bidding an auction?

Except the numbers were getting smaller.

25, 24, 23.

Those are the same numbers from the last
text message.

It's not an auction.

It's a countdown to how long Eddie
Flowers will live.

Xavier's crew can't bet on when Eddie
will die unless they're watching him.

are they doing that?

The only thing to do would be to use
their webcam and watch from a website.

Yeah, well, there's some progress.
There's only millions of websites out

Wait a second.

What are you looking for? It's got to be
in the messages, right?

Like string of numbers? Maybe.

Oh, my God.

Okay, he's in something. A box?

A trunk of a car?

He was standing on a car on my first
vision.

I'm on it. Wherever he is, it is hot in
there.

He's wilting.

Got it. Where? Fourth Glen and... No.
What? What? No, no, no. No, come on.

hopping servers. You follow him? Yeah,
in about five years.

Okay, let's get Brad Curry in here.
Maybe without Xavier, he'll crash. Which

why Xavier wouldn't tell him anything.

Xavier said if we won't play the game,
we'll lose. We have got to get into the

game. Hello, hourglass and vision sand
running out. We don't have time to play

game. So let's not play the game. Let's
break it down.

Okay, the game's about these master
thieves who store loot in the

right? Which is clearly the D .C. area.
Xavier does research. He knew who we all

were. So the game would use locations
where real thieves store their loot. The

FBI database is weak on local offenses.

That's too wide a net anyway. We need a
special database where they have master

thieves.

I know where to find one.

A lot of thieves in the D .C. area, but
only a handful of big -time pros.

There's a bunch of chop shops clustered
here with the only high -end vehicles.

And over here, the D .O .J. has had
success with things, a million -dollar

jewelry.

Xavier Redmond in a top hat.

Brad and his friends were marching
behind him like a parade. Do any of

places have anything to do with parades?

Nothing on parades.

Maybe the top hat means something.

Who wears a top hat? Top hat, tails, a
magician.

A ringmaster in circus.

That fits Xavier's sense of smug. Still
searching on circus.

Gotta work, gotta work.

Big top salvage works.

Top sprout run parkway.

Well, that's right over the bridge.
You'll get there ahead of the locals.

go, go, go.

The light's interfering with the
infrared.

I don't think it's picking up body heat.

We're going to have to do it the hard
way. Spread out!

We need more people for a search like
this. Local PDs are on their way. We are

not waiting. Let's go.

They're using webcams, so we need a
light source to see them.

Look for lights pulling out of the
trunks. The car is going to probably be

stolen, so, you know, look for punched
-out locks or hot wires coming out of

dash. Ready!

He's got heat exhaustion.

Hey, get the water.

Okay. Come on, wake up. Come on, bud.

Wake up, wake up. Wake up. Wake up, bud.
Wake up. There you go.

He's awake.

He's all right. We're taking you home
now.

Guys, get him out of here.

FBI, you're under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything to FBI, you're under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you say you can, we'll be used
against you.

Get out!

Get out!

Get out! Get out! What are you doing in
Xavier Revin's car?

Where is he? I don't know.

Where is he? I don't know. Try again.

He switched cars with me. I don't know
where he went. Damn it.

Where?

Where what, Assistant Director?

Where is he?

Oh, if your inquiry is in reference to
Xavier Redmond, I regret he is not

available to answer your fall charges.

I have no knowledge of his location.

Well, we found a car at Dulles Airport.
He left, he took a private jet out of

the country. I'm wondering if you know
where he is.

I have no knowledge of his location.

Bad play for you.

Good play.

I have nothing in the world but my
reputation.

If I were to cooperate with you, where
would I be?

Let me tell you something. I'm going to
find him. You understand that? No matter

how long it takes, no matter where he
is, I will find him.

Is that what you'll do?

In a post -9 -11 world, you'll expend so
many resources on a single alleged

suspect in a missing person's case.

It's your career.

Your client kidnapped a five -year -old
boy.

Left him to die and took bets on how
long it would take. I'm not worried

which one of us is going to look bad.

Have you ever been to Brazil, assistant
director?

Sao Paulo is lovely.

Personal question.

Oh, yes, I feel the heat between us two,
but sorry, no, I'm not free tonight.

I'm just wondering how you live with
yourself.

Like the Queen of France, that's how I
live.

Good night.

You know, sometimes I think I wouldn't
miss the pressure.

If?

If I took another job.

What other job?

Look, Nick, we can't keep doing this.

Being together is against regulation,
and Pollack knows.

So you're getting another job?

Since when?

I'm not... I didn't say I was taking it.

I have an interview, that's all.

What kind of interview?

Head of security, National Airlines.

You applied for another job behind my
back? I wasn't behind.

Look, Pollack is clearly telling us that
one of us has to go.

All right, I know how close you are to
Jess and how much you love this job.

Well, it's up to me to do something
about how I feel.

And don't even try to bring Jess into
this.

What's wrong with you?

Look, you don't think I love this job,
do you?

All I'm saying is that I'm willing to
take the bullets, so you don't have to.

decide what bullets I take, not you.

Okay.

So do you want to leave?

You didn't hear a word I said.

You're about to say, have you read me?

No. What?

Got off a plane in Brazil and got
grabbed.

Broad daylight, Sao Paulo airport.

By the police?

Nope. Kidnappers.

Get out of here.

Yeah, total pro job. Guy's in combat
gear on paramilitaries or something. His

father is waiting for the ransom demand
right now.

Okay, that is like karma mounted. Nicole
is going to flip.

Listen, I want to apologize to you,
okay?

For what? I'm the one who dragged you
out of bed in the middle of the night.

I'm not listening to you when you tell
me you're a psychic.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I understand.

I remember when you knew that woman was
in trouble.

The woman was being stalked by her
husband.

And I knew that something was up, but I
didn't know that... Look, I hardly

believe in myself.

It's weird.

So what's the deal? I mean, do you read
minds?

In the future?

Um, the future, rarely.

Mine, never.

Don't worry.

It's a long story.

Well, I could hear it over breakfast.

It's like two in the afternoon.

Well, I'm, uh, pretty black in the
morning.

Call it.

Ah, it's in the robo -term.

All right, you ask your father for
something you want him to pay.

Then do what you want with him, if
that's not common.

All right, and what are you going to do?

Are you going to send me back to my
father and wait?

Yes, sir, no, not yet, my friend.

I'll let you know when we're inside.

A hug.