All language subtitles for The Clearing

(water running)

(exhales)

(radio: indistinct)

Excuse me, honey.

-Cologne?
-I'd better get going.

Remember we have the Finches tonight.

(sighs)

-(groaning)
-(laughs)

(groans)

(coins clinking)

(chuckles)

-You sleep okay?
-Yeah. Fine.

Why are we having the Finches?

Well, we haven't seen them in ages,
and I think we should make

some kind of an effort with Eva.
Don't you think?

Is there an occasion?

No. No occasion.
He used to be your good friend.

You know?
Yeah.

-Are you gonna speak to Jill today?
-No. I spoke with her yesterday.

Why? Are you worried about her?

Should I be?

Well, why don't you give her a call?

I think I'll give her a call
this afternoon.

Oh, that's a good idea.

She likes her job?

Yeah, she seems to.

She wouldn't tell me if she didn't.

No. But that's only because you've made
your opinion on the matter so clear.

(chuckles)

Bye.

-Okay, you hound.
-(whimpers)

Okay. Hey.
Come on. Come on. Hey.

-(dog barks)
-Come on.

No. Not--
Hey, that's cruel.

He's gotta learn how to swim.
That's how I taught the children.

(laughs) You did not.

Anyway, I taught them to swim.

See you later.

Wayne, please don't be
any later than 6:00, okay?

-Six?
-Yes. Please.

(engine starts)

COMPUTER VOICE: Not active.
Press the "services" button now.

Shut up.

NEWSCASTER: ...dashing optimism that
profits will show signs of rebounding.

Dow Jones Industrials were down
by a third of a percent,

a half-percent decline for the S&P 500.

Near two and a half percent
lower for the Nasdaq.

But this morning,
stock issues are winning--

(classical music playing)

Graciela, that's beautiful.
Thank you.

(thunder rumbling)

(doorbell rings)

(scoffs)

-Hello.
-Hi. Wayne's late. Can you believe it?

-What's he doing?
-He's working.

-Why the hell is he doing that?
-Oh, what else is new?

So, Tom, can you
make us some drinks?

Yes, and I want some
of that good Scotch.

I'd like to speak
with Wayne Hayes, please.

This is his wife calling.

WOMAN (on phone):
one moment, please.

I'm afraid he's not at his desk.

Well, is he gone for the day?

I'm afraid I don't know, Mrs. Hayes.

I'd like to speak with Alex Rice, please.

One moment, please.

He's gone for the day.
Would you like his voicemail?

(sighs) No. No message.
Thank you.

(beeping)

(auto-dialing)

(line ringing)

WAYNE (on machine):
Please leave a message.

-(beeps)
-Well, I hope you're on your way.

As usual, you've spoiled us.

Yes, Eileen.
Everything was absolutely delicious.

It was nothing. I didn't do anything.

If this isn't doing anything, well,
you should be so lucky, Tom.

Well, I'm so sorry
Wayne couldn't be here.

Oh, that's all right.
He never liked us.

(laughing)

-(three beeps)
-(line ringing)

WOMAN (on phone):
What's your emergency?

Yes. Hello?

I need to report a missing person.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Mrs. Hayes, this is Detective Seymour.

There was no sign of break-in.

Doors were locked. Alarm was set.

Can you think of a reason
why he'd be parked there?

No.

Did he know anyone in the neighborhood?

No, not that I'm aware of.

Was he under any
particular kind of stress?

No, I don't think so.

What's your husband's height?

He's six foot.

-Weight?
-Hunded seventy-five, 180 pounds.

-Eyes?
-Blue.

(fading) Blond hair.

MAN: Mom?

Hi.

How's the baby?

He's still such a bad sleeper.

Sometimes I wonder how he's
gonna get on in the world.

He's gonna be one of those grown men
living with their mother.

(chuckles) Your next one will be better.

Think you'll get one of each?

No, we're not gonna have a next one.

He's in our bed every night.

Oh, I'd love to see them.

Do you think they could come out?

Yeah. We'll see.

So, tell me more
about what the police said.

It was questions mostly.

Wanted to know if anything had been
bothering him recently.

Apparently, people
wander off all the time.

They said that?

They said they were going
to check the river.

Oh, that's not Dad.

No.

(engine starts)

Wayne!

Wayne.

Yeah.

-Hi, Wayne.
-Hi.

I don't know if you
remember me-- Arnold.

Arnold Mack from Hadley.

(laughs) That was a long time ago.

Yeah, it sure was.

Uh, I'm supposed to show this to you.

What the hell are you doing?

If you make a noise, I'll shoot.

(tires squealing)

(beeping)

Give me the keys.

Your hands.

Keep 'em behind your back!

(zip tie fastening)

Legs out.
Let's have your shoes.

Now tell your wife
you're all right.

-Am I?
-Yes.

This is Wayne.
Eileen, I'm fine.

Jill!

MAN: the possibility that
they're watching the house

is something
we have to take seriously.

That means we'll set up surveillance

and stay with you until
the situation is resolved.

They've instructed you to confirm receipt
of the keys in a personal ad.

That's a common mode of communication--
minimal contact.

We'd obviously like
to get them on the phone,

so we'll monitor all calls in the event
that we're successful in doing that.

I understand that our presence here
is an imposition on you,

but I need to ask all of you to try to be
as open with us as you can be.

So if Mr. Hayes mentioned anything--

something on his mind,
something bothering him--

any information you can give us,
the better off we are.

I want to assure you...

that our first priority
is Mr. Hayes's safety.

In a situation like this,
lack of control can be the hardest part.

We're here to get you back
some of that control.

Hello.

Where have you been?

-Talking to Lane.
-How is she?

We spent most of the time discussing
the color of what's in Oscar's diapers.

Hope the FBI found it interesting.

How's Mom?

She's okay.

I think she thought he left her.

-Did she tell you that?
-No.

Of course not.
He would never do that.

Why not?

'Cause he'd be lost without her.

He might think about it,
but he'd never do it.

Uh, most kidnappings in this
country are small in scale--

usually over disagreements about drugs.

They usually work themselves out.

Someone pays the bill,
and on they go.

(continues, fading)

-(applause)
-(sighs)

We're free.

(quiet jazz playing)

WOMAN: ♪ If you're goin' my way
headin' down this highway ♪

♪ You can be sure from the start ♪

♪ No matter what I'll always be true ♪

♪ You're always here in my heart ♪

(sighs)

(touch tones)

ARNOLD: We'll be on our way
in five minutes.

Everything's fine.

Put those on, please.

Sit down. All the way.

Put your butt down.

Straighten your legs.

(grunts)

-Hold it a minute. Hold it.
-(cocks gun)

(zip tie snaps)

Your hands will be better in front.

Do you mind?

Do you mind if I take off
my coat first?

(sniffs) A little hot in the trunk.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay. Hands in front.

All right? Let's get going.

-Oh.
-Mm.

Oh, no. Please, please sit down.

Thanks.

Pepsi for breakfast?

(chuckles) One of those bad habits.

Everything will be paid for
by the bureau, by the way.

I don't know if that was explained to you.

Oh, no. That's all right.

You have a wonderful place here.

Yes, we built it about, uh, five--
no, six years ago.

Hmm.

I-- I hope we're not getting
in your way too much.

No. I think we'll be all right.

Good.

Well, enjoy your breakfast.

Thank you.

It's good once you're in.

It's cold.

Keeps you young.

-Ahh.
-(chuckles)

You know, I can't remember
the last time we swam together.

Yeah. It's been a while.

(chatting indistinctly)

ARNOLD: Cigarette?

I quit.

But under the circumstances...

The shoes all right?

I mean, they fit okay?

(dry chuckle) Yeah.
They're-- they're fine.

No, no. Those things are killers.

I've been telling my wife that for years,
but somehow--

Are we gonna have a conversation now?

Is that it?

Okay.

I don't need to talk.

What made you think I smoked?

Look, Arnold. How much
are we talking about here?

-I could call my lawyer, whatever it is.
-Can't do it.

This has nothing to do with me.
I'm just doing my part.

What-- what is your part?

I'm doing it. This is my part.

Did you take the pictures?

No. I'm not a photographer.

We should really get going.
We got a long way to go.

-Mind telling me where that is?
-I'm sorry. I can't.

AGENT: Were there any disagreements
that you can remember offhand?

With former employees,
any unpleasant departures, grudges,

someone who may feel
they were owed something?

-Anything like that?
-No. Not that I know of.

As I understand it,
there was some anger

over your husband's use
of foreign automobiles?

Oh, that was just a few letters.
That was all.

Hmm.

About a year after he sold primary control
in the car rental business,

he resigned from the board
and formed a new company.

-Is that right?
-That's right.

-A consulting firm?
-Yes.

But it wasn't successful.

No.

So he's been advisory
director at Lennox-Stuart

for the past two years since
he closed the consulting firm?

That's right.

Do you know a Miss Louise Miller,

formerly in the employment
of your husband at Lennox-Stuart?

Yes. My husband had an affair with her.

And she left your husband's
employment in June of 2001?

I told him to let her go.

Ah.

And as far as you know,
that was the end of the relationship?

Yes, as far as I know.

Your husband's phone records
indicate that they were

in regular contact beyond that date.

Is that all?

Sure. That's it for now.
Thank you.

My children don't know about this.

I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell them.

I understand.

ARNOLD: Ham or tuna?

Ham.

We'll split it.

Thank you.

You know, Arnold, I think
you may have the wrong man.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

I think you want my neighbor, Mr. Shipley.
He's loaded.

You think I made a mistake?

Happens all the time.

Perfectly intelligent people
pick up a wrong bag at the airport,

get into a car that
doesn't belong to them--

I know all about you.
"The man Hertz and Avis are afraid of."

(laughs) Oh, I see.

You grew up in Altoona.

You married your high school sweetheart.

You won a scholarship to Penn State.

You had a good job, but you quit
to start a car rental business.

Didn't make sense at the time,
but you made it work.

In those days, the greatest challenge
was keeping your marriage together.

They wrote that. I didn't say it.

You like to watch the Pirates.

You have a little house
on a lake in the woods,

a small boat in which you like to float
on summer afternoons to clear your mind,

and two children--
a son and daughter-- all grown up now.

That about sums it up.

So, when did you lose your job?

I guess it's obvious, huh?

Eight years ago in November.

And what did you do?

I was a manager, of sorts.

And you thought if you were
hardworking and loyal

and did everything they told you to do,
you'd be safe, right?

I worked there 17 years.
Out of their hands, they said.

-Well, it probably was.
-That's what they said.

Changing economy.
Gotta keep things profitable.

-I've heard it all.
-Nothing personal.

-Yeah, right.
-It's a terrible thing.

A lot of good people lost their jobs.

I'd say 30 percent of our workforce,
at one point, was from Hadley.

You could come work for us.

(both laughing)

I'd appreciate it if you didn't
condescend me, Wayne.

I know how the world works.
That's why I'm out here with you.

So, what does your wife
think about this plan?

-My wife?
-Yeah. Those are her cigarettes?

You can keep things from your wife.

I don't know.

What? You've never
deceived your wife?

Well, there are levels
of deception, Arnold.

I mean... (chuckles)
this is a whopper.

(chuckles) Oh.

Well, how about you?

-Me?
-Yeah. You know everything about me.

Tell me about yourself.

All right. Uh...

I have a wife and two daughters.

One of my daughters
supposedly lives with us.

She's got some boyfriend.
I think he's a mute.

I can't tell you the last time I saw her.

My wife...

...is trying to kill herself
with cigarettes.

We live with her father.
He sleeps in the den.

He has his own TV,
but he's hard of hearing,

and he doesn't like to wear
his hearing aids at night.

So he lies in bed and plays it so loud,
we can hear it in our room.

Sometimes he leaves it on all night.

But what can I say? It's his house.

(sighs)

I don't say anything much at all, Wayne.

It's a household of...

...disappointed people.

But... we have our health,
and we have each other, so...

Ah, everybody suffers.
Isn't that right?

Yeah, everybody suffers.

Did you always have that mustache?

So long as I could grow one.

WAYNE (on recorder):
This is Wayne.

Eileen... I'm fine.

Our profilers believe the letters are
probably being written by one person--

male, some college
education, white, over 30--

but we do believe
we're dealing with a group.

To keep a hostage for a prolonged period
requires multiple participants.

Why haven't they asked for anything?

They're showing you who's in control.

I'd like to suggest a different approach.

They've made no acknowledgement

of our request to communicate
over the phone,

so I propose we place a personal ad

confirming you received
the recording as requested,

but we also claim
you received a ransom demand.

You're willing to pay.
You just want to make sure

you just want to make
you're paying the right people.

As soon as they think you're gonna give
their money to someone else,

they usually call within 24 hours.

Okay, so we're agreed.
We do what Fuller says.

Well, I'm not gonna make
this decision alone.

You're not alone, sweetheart.

Where are you going?

I'm going to get something for Oscar.

You're going shopping?

It's his first birthday.
It's important we celebrate it.

Are you coming?

ALL: ♪ Happy birthday, dear Oscar ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

-(all cheering)
-Oscar!

Is he asleep?

Finally. He woke up
the minute I put him down.

Wayne will be sorry to have missed it.

Yeah. He loves birthdays.

You know, Lane, for my first birthday
after Wayne and I were married,

he wanted to give me a surprise,

so we drove up to this little
hotel in the mountains.

We could not afford it,
but he insisted, as usual.

Anyway, when we got there,
they'd never heard of us.

He messed up the reservations
or something.

Anyway, he was devastated,
so he-- oh, he pleaded.

And then he tried to sound important,
but they took no pity on us.

Poor Dad.

So anyway, we finished up
at an all-night diner

because there were
no hotel rooms available.

But he made them put candles
in everything we ate--

in the rice pudding, in the--
in the hamburgers...

(laughs) And they all sang
"Happy Birthday." It was great.

I remember once, he convinced me that it
was a special birthday treat

to go to work with him
and help him clean the cars.

-I fell for that too.
-(laughing)

You loved it. Both of you.

He really made you feel like
you were the center of the world.

I hope Oscar gets to feel that.

He will.

Hold it.

(panting) Is this where
we meet the others?

-No.
-What then?

Just a break.
You can sit over there.

(sighs) Oh, yeah.

May I see the pictures of my wife?

-What for?
-May I see them?

She'd hate the idea of being watched.

She's self-conscious,
even with me.

She's beautiful.

-You know what I think?
-What?

I don't think there's
anybody watching my wife.

And do you know what that means?

No.

It means I'm gonna have
to give you the slip.

(laughs) You won't
wanna do that, Wayne.

-You'd get me into a world of trouble.
-I'd be sorry about that.

Anyway, your wife will pay,
and then you can go home.

As long as she wants you back.

You haven't done anything terrible,
have you?

I've never pointed a gun at anyone.

Does your wife know
about the company you keep?

That woman?

I told you I know all about you.

I followed you there once.
I sat outside.

-You followed me?
-They asked me to.

I'd say that's a whopper, Wayne.

Isn't that a whopper?

We should get going.

Oh, this is a beautiful spot, Arnold.
You picked a great day for it.

I didn't pick it.
Let's go, Wayne.

I love my wife, Arnold.

We have two beautiful kids,
and I'm just getting to know them.

For most of their lives,
I've been working.

I missed a lot.

I'm not suggesting you didn't love them.

Come on. Let's go.

No.

Come on.

No, this will do just fine.
Tell me where we're going.

-Let's go.
-Look at yourself.

You've lost your job.
You go around pushing people into trunks--

-Get up.
-What if everybody did that?

You goddamn lunatic.

(cocks gun)

How many times have you
fired that gun, Arnold?

There's a hunting cabin
near the top.

I'm gonna drop you off.
Then I go. That's it.

There's some guys waiting for you.

I work for them.

They're okay.

MAN (on TV): I wish I'd paid better
attention, but I was mowing the lawn.

All I remember is,
he wasn't a gardener.

He was white,
middle-aged, I guess.

He was wearing a suit, I think,

and he was standing at the side
of the car, talking to Mr. Hayes.

A driver from one of the local
bus routes remembers a man

of similar description the
morning Mr. Hayes disappeared.

We've come up with a composite sketch
based on those descriptions.

Here you go.

(Oscar fussing)

Does that resemble
anyone you might know?

Yeah, it resembles
a million people I might know.

-What about the personal ad?
-There's still no response.

As they have so far refused to make
phone contact, with your permission,

I would like to demand
an assurance of Mr. Hayes's safety.

I think an organization as disciplined
as this would expect such a demand.

Wait a minute. Mr. Fuller,
at your suggestion,

we threatened to give
their money to someone else.

And since then, they haven't contacted us.

(voice rising) They've made no demand.

If anything, we're further from
resolving this than we were to begin with!

What difference does it make
who was on the goddamn bus?

You know what I think?

I think you don't have the faintest
fucking idea who those people are!

So... what would you
consider an assurance?

Phone conversation.

If they're not willing to confirm
your husband's safety,

I think we should consider
the negotiation over.

-Come here.
-(Oscar cooing)

Mrs. Hayes, if they
can make you desperate,

they know you'll give
them anything they want.

I want to apologize for my son.

That's not necessary.

-Please, sit down.
-You know, it's strange.

You've never met my husband,
but you know all about him.

-I'm-- I'm used to it.
-You'd like him.

He inspires confidence.
It's his great talent.

A man like that
needs to be appreciated.

It gets worse as they get older.

They feel themselves being forgotten.

You don't have to explain
anything to me--

I'm trying to explain
my husband, Mr. Fuller.

Did you tell my son
about that woman?

I asked him to look over
some phone records.

I don't know what
conclusions he came up with.

You said you wouldn't.

I said that I understood.

How would it be if I looked
into your marriage?

It wouldn't look very good at the moment.

(scoffs)

What are you doing?

I was... thinking about Dad.

I'm frightened I'm never
gonna see him again.

What would you say to him if you could?

That I love him.

You know,

when I told him that
I was pregnant with you,

that's the only time
I've ever seen him cry.

He knows you love him.

(soft crying)

These guys waiting for us--

have I done something to them?

No.

And you-- you seem
to know a lot about me.

Have I done something to you?

No, you haven't done anything to me.

You're good with names.
You're famous for it, you know?

I read somebody can meet you once,

and you see them again
ten years later,

and you greet them as if you saw them
every day of your life.

That way, you manage to make
each and every person feel important.

Fortune magazine.

To be honest, I'm not surprised
you don't remember me.

Give me a minute.

I started at Hadley
a few months before you left.

One day I was walking down the hallway.
You were walking the other way.

The man I was with pointed you out
and said, "That's the guy to watch."

We met in the cafeteria a few days later.

I introduced myself.

We talked for a while, actually.

I wanted to see
what the hotshot was like.

That was a stressful period in my life.

You can't blame me
for not remembering.

You were very gracious.
Don't worry.

You bought me a cup of coffee,
and we talked.

I think actually we saw
eye-to-eye on quite a few things.

I think you might've enjoyed talking
with someone of like mind for once.

And you kept up with me?
In the papers?

Like the man said, I watched you.

Like the man said.
And that's it?

-That's why it's me?
-Let's go, Wayne.

I worked hard my whole life.

Everything I've got, I've earned.

Nobody handed it to me.
I don't deserve this.

(cell phone ringing)

What--

(ringing continues)

You all right?

(panting)
I think that was my wife.

I have something for that.

Here.

I-- I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to hurt you.

So, what's the plan
when you're done here?

I'm going away.

-Someplace hot?
-That's right.

I'm taking my wife away from here.

Get back to the way you were?

-That's right.
-I see.

(bird squawking)

So, she'll go with you?

Of course she will.

Give up everything for you?

Leave her father behind and the kids?

They'll be all right.

She'll miss them.

You can't go back, Arnold.

My wife doesn't look at me
the way she did 30 years ago.

Nothing you can do about that.

Is there, um,
any news about Wayne?

No.

You know, the FBI came to, um--
to speak to me.

I don't know how anyone could be so cruel.

When did you see him last?

It was a while ago.

I didn't-- I didn't know
he'd started seeing you again.

I'm sorry.

What was it like when he was here?

I want to know.

Did he bring you things?
Were you in bed?

Sometimes he'd--
he'd bring me things.

-What things?
-He brought me that book.

(scoffs) He hates New York.

(laughs)

Oh. I've never been.

You know, when I left the company...

...he helped me with this place.

And then he just started
coming around now and then,

you know, to see how I was.

We were here for each other.

I think I'd prefer if you'd
been fucking in hotels.

You know, Eileen...

I don't know what I
would've done without him.

He's a great man.

I went to see her.

I know.

You know, I never talked to him about it.
I never asked him why.

I just told him to get rid of her,
and we got on with our life.

I-- I didn't want to know.

I love him, and she admires him.

They may allow your husband
to watch the news.

(chattering)

REPORTER: Hey!

(all clamoring)

What are you doing?

(sighs)

I'm tired, Arnold.

There's a stream up ahead.

You can soak your feet in the water.
It'll feel good.

How long you been married?

Twenty-four years.

She stood by you.

Yes.

You're a lucky man.

Would you do something for me?

Would you mail a letter for me?
To my wife?

You could mail it when you go home.

I might not get along too well
with the guys at the cabin...

...and I'd like to tell her something.

You can do that for me.

Shit. Would you...

Please, could you cut me free?

You can read what I write.

I won't say anything about
you or where we are.

Be careful where you mail it,
so they can't trace the postmark.

After we were married and
she was pregnant with Tim...

...she sometimes had this feeling
when I'd walk out of a room,

like maybe I wasn't coming back.

I traveled a lot with
the businesses then, and...

...I think she got over it.

I don't think she suffered much.

When I asked her to marry me, I--

I wasn't completely sure.

I had my doubts.

But I--

I couldn't imagine my life without her.

And that's never changed.

I think that's the same.

As being sure.

You think?

I don't know.

I think it is.

We can go now.
We can go now.

We have a demand.

Do you recognize these?

The demand comes
to approximately $10 million.

They've requested that you,
Eileen, deliver the ransom.

It's 9.5 in diamonds,
two karat, round D flawless.

The most common stones
on the market, easy to move.

And half a million in cash,
non-sequential 100-dollar bills.

Why do they want my mother to go?

We can't send an agent in her place.

They know what she looks like.

They've requested that we put the ransom
in Wayne's sports bag.

The lining's too thin for us
to put in a tracking device of any range.

I have to advise you not to pay the ransom

without confirmation that
your husband is all right.

Eileen, they've given us three
days to get the stones together.

Tell them you need more time.

Tell them you need proof
that your husband is alive.

Do you know how you do something

completely beyond the realm
of your normal behavior?

How?

You imagine it.
Every piece of it. Until it feels real.

Like something you do all the time.

I wasn't nervous this morning.

It was like driving to work.

The sky, the weather,
I knew what it was gonna be,

even before I opened my eyes.

They offered me money.
Real money.

And all I have to do
is bring you to them.

Tell me, Wayne...

...if you were in my shoes,
wouldn't you do it?

No, I wouldn't.

Do you have any idea what it's
like to see your wife go to work

every day instead of float in her pool?

-No, I don't.
-Well, it stinks, Wayne.

It stinks seeing your life fall apart.

Everything you planned for,
everything you counted on--

to see it happen in front of you
and not be able to do anything about it,

as if you'd become invisible.

You don't know what I'm
talking about, do you?

Do you?

My mother was sick when I was growing up.

My father worked in a mill
just like everybody else.

He should have done something
else with his life.

But he accepted his place in the world.

People would come around and try
to get him to settle their arguments,

whatever the argument.

He was above it.

-He knew everything.
-It's a nice story--

Hey, goddamn it, listen to me!

I listened to you.

And when he got sick,

they'd come around the house,
stand by the bed

and try to brighten his mood.

And after he died,
they raised a glass to him,

came by the house to see
if they could help.

And even though he was dead...

...felt like he hung around.

Now, all of a sudden, he really was dead.

He might not have lived for anybody
except my sick mother and me.

Just the two of us.

But we missed him.

Really missed him.

I don't know that I've even got that.

So all you have to do
is just take me to them.

You think they're gonna let me go,
once they know I've seen your face?

And you? What do you think
they're gonna do about you?

-Think they're gonna let you go?
-It'll be all right, Wayne.

(dry chuckle) No, it won't.

No, it won't.

(gun cocks)

You don't understand, Wayne.

I understand.

Look at you.
You don't even have any shoes on.

I understand there's
plenty of people like you.

You think this is for your wife?

You think if you steal my money,
go away to some beach someplace,

your life won't be
such a goddamned waste?

This is for you, Arnold.

This is what you amount to.

Because the truth is,
you can't make it yourself.

And to think that my family
is gonna suffer because of you?

You're a piece of shit.

You're a miserable piece of shit.

You have no right
to speak to me like that--

Shut up. Just take me
to whoever it is you work for.

I'm done with you.

FULLER: "This is your final
chance. Thursday, 1:00 p.m.

The exact location will appear
in a personal ad on the day of the drop.

Do not involve the FBI."

What is it?

It's blood.

(sobbing)

Let's get this to the lab for analysis.

Can you grab some
evidence bags?

(no audio)

According to the lab report,
the white blood cells in Wayne's blood

have begun to expand to an unsafe size.

What does that mean?

It's not a conclusive
indication that Wayne is alive.

Does that mean he's dead?

Wait.

(thunder rumbling)

(raindrop splashes)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(yelling)

(thunder rumbling)

(groaning weakly)

(gun cocks)

I can't let you go, Wayne.

(indistinct chatter)

(phone ringing faintly)

Mrs. Hayes. Phone call for you.

Hello?

Hello? Mrs. Hayes here.

ARNOLD: What are you doing?

-What do you mean?
-You were told no FBI.

No. No, I told them to stay away.

You think I'm an idiot?

No. Why?

They're all over the hotel.

No, but... No, I told
them to stay away.

There's a subway station
across the street.

Exit through the side.

I'll call you on a pay phone.

She just hung up.

Hold on.
She's on the move.

I don't see her.

(phone ringing)

Yes?

She made phone contact.

ARNOLD: Did the FBI
ask you to carry anything?

-My phone.
-Get rid of it.

AGENT (over headset): She dumped
the phone, west entrance of the station.

Yes.

(tires squealing)

(insects chirring)
(insects chirring)

Stop here, please.

(cell phone ringing)

-ARNOLD: There's a deer-crossing sign.
-Sign?

-Do you see it?
-Yes.

Now, there's a viaduct up ahead.
Stop the car between the lights.

You drop the bag here.

Turn off the engine.

(engine switches off)

Turn on the interior lights.

I want to hear his voice.
Do you hear me?

WAYNE: Eileen.

-(exhales) Wayne?
-(phone clicks)

WAYNE: Eileen.

FULLER: Tell them you need
proof your husband is alive.

-WAYNE: Eileen. Eileen.
-They're showing you who's in control.

EILEEN: I want to hear
his voice. Do you hear me?

WAYNE: Eileen.

(tape recorder rewinding)

This is Wayne. Eileen, I'm fine.

(whimpers)

(branch cracks)

(leaves crunching)

Wayne?

Hello?

Wayne?

Wayne?

(car engine starting)

No!

Wait!

No!

(sobbing)

(whimpering)

(sobbing)

(indistinct voices over TV)

(phone ringing)

Fuller.

Same series number?

Same place?

MAN: (on TV) ...like blueberries,
coffee, and look at this,

even red wine! Look at that.

WOMAN: Arnold?

Yes?

WOMAN: Don't forget the trash.

MAN: (on TV) Have you ever spilt
chlorine bleach on your colored clothes?

Yeah, this is Larry
Schmidt over at Foodland.

I think I got another one
of those hundred-dollar bills.

Right.

Charlie, baker, one,
one, four, zero,

one, two, one, seven, Charlie.

(register beeping)

Here we go. That'll do you.

CASHIER: $83.13 is your change.

Okay.

CASHIER: Thank you
for shopping at Foodland.

Thank you.

-(toy squeaks)
-(Oscar laughs)

(dog barking)

GRACIELA: It's Fuller.

FULLER: Did you want us
to catch you, Arnold?

You passed several
consecutive 100-dollar bills,

in a two-week period at a store
that sees maybe a handful in a month.

I don't think you're stupid, Arnold.

My wife won't understand.

She's not so unhappy.

Why did you wait all day?

I imagined it that way.

In the dark.

Arnold?

You know...

...there is no cabin.

Arnold?

I said...

...there is no cabin.

Arnold.

(Wayne collapsing)

I couldn't have done it in the light.

-FULLER: How did you pass the time?
-ARNOLD: We talked.

-FULLER: About what?
-ARNOLD: About our families, our wives.

Regular stuff.

FULLER: And then as soon
as it was dark...

(sighing)

EILEEN: "I feel about you now
the way I did when Jill was born.

If you love me,
I have everything I need."

Do you love me?

Yes.

Then I have everything I need.

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