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(rhythmic thumping)

(siren wailing in distance)

(car horn honking)

(distant chatter)

(siren continues wailing)

(Ashley hums)

(hums)

(sighs)

(indistinct chatter
over police radio)

(phone ringing)

Hey, Ashley.

ASHLEY (over phone):
Hey, Uncle Jack.

Everything okay?

Uh... yeah.

(chuckles):
I mean, it would be,

but, um, my mom dropped me off
at the movies

before she went to work,

and my dad was supposed
to pick me up,

but he didn't.

So then I tried to take the bus,

but I don't have my bus pass.

And, of course,
neither one of them

- are answering their phones.
- All right.

I'm on my way.

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So, how was the movie?
Was it good?

It was okay.

Just okay?

- Mm-hmm.
- What was it about?

Zombies.

(mimics zombie's groan)

(both chuckle)

By the way,

sorry for interrupting
your work.

You don't have to apologize.

I got you that phone so you can
call me if you ever need me.

I'm glad you called.

(Ashley hums)

Pass the Pen?

- Let's do it.
- Yeah.

All right.

- It's a good foundation.
- Yes.

- I'm gonna build on it.
- Yeah.

- You ready?
- Yes.

- Pow. What?
- Mm-hmm. Yeah.

JACK:
With the legs.

- Mm-hmm.
- Arms. Eyes.

What's that?

That's a smile.

- That's pretty good.
- Yeah, I don't know

if you're gonna be able
to match that.

- (Ashley chuckles)
- Let's see what you got.

ASHLEY:
Hmm.

- JACK: What's that?
- A wing.

- JACK: Aw, it's the wings.
- Yeah.

JACK:
Butterfly wings.

(both laugh)

ASHLEY:
Finish it off, Picasso.

JACK: I'm-a give it to you,
that's pretty good.

- Mm-hmm.
- I don't know.

Can you improve on perfection?

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

We could do one more thing,
though.

What?

ASHLEY:
How about that?

- JACK: Pow. Finishing touch.
- Boom.

ASHLEY:
Mm-hmm.

(Ashley chuckles)

You know, the best thing

about your dad
being such a screwup

is I get to spend time
with my favorite niece.

(chuckles):
He's such an asshole.

Ashley.

Where is he, anyway?

(chuckles)

(sighs)

He's not so bad.

(phone ringing and buzzing)

Hey, Ash.

- What's up?
- ASHLEY: Nothing much.

I just wanted to call
to thank you.

What for?

Whatever you said to my parents
the other night.

Whatever you said,
I mean, it really worked.

I know they were just
kissing my butt, but...

And my dad bought me
this really awesome bike

that I've been begging for
for, like, 15 years.

Then they took me to Stefano's

for a makeup dinner, of course.

And, believe it or not,

I finally ordered
the garlic chicken dish thing.

Uh...
garlic ch-chicken dish thing?

Yeah. I mean, every time we go,

you try to convince me
to get it,

so I decided to get it
in your honor.

Delicious but really garlicky.

Anyway, uh...

I know I was cursing about him
the other night,

so I just wanted to let you know

I think he's maybe doing

pretty good now.

Uh... Look, I'm sorry.

I'm-I'm staring
at a pile of paper

I've got to get through
for my next shift.

Uh...

- What were you trying to say?
- (sighs) It's okay.

Work if you have to work.

- We'll talk about things later.
- A'ight.

- Bye, Uncle Jack.
- Bye.

(quiet chatter)

(phone ringing and buzzing)

(echoing):
Hey, Ash.

Hello?

ASHLEY (staticky):
Hello. Uncle Jack.

Hello? Hello. Are you...

Ashley.

- Can you hear me or not?
- Yeah.

- (distorted, garbled chatter)
- Ashley?

A...

(line disconnects, phone beeps)

(phone beeps)

(line ringing)

ASHLEY (recorded):
Hey, you've reached Ashley.

- Please leave a message.
- (phone beeps)

Hey, uh, Ashley.

Uh, are you okay?

Uh, c-call me back.

(dog barking in distance)

(door creaks)

(indistinct chatter over TV)

Hello?

Anybody home?

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Ashley?

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(stairs creak)

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Garret.

Garret, get up.

Garret, Garret.

Come on.

Garret. No, God.

(grunts)
Oh, God.

Oh, God.

(whimpers)

Somebody... Okay.

Oh, God!

Oh, God, Garret, what'd you do?

What did you do?
What did you do?

(breathing shakily)

Ashley. Ashley.

Ashley.

(floor creaks)

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(whimpers)

BOBBY:
Jacky. Jack!

Jacky.

I got here as fast as I could.

(panting)

(indistinct chatter over radio)

Jack.

I'm so sorry, J.

I'm so sorry, J.

DISPATCHER (over radio):
522 South 57th,

stating 3929,
possible murder-suicide.

JACK: Last time
when I spoke to Ashley...

...she was trying to talk to me
about her dad.

My brother doing all of this,

me not seeing he was capable...

I might as well have done it.

BOBBY:
No.

No, Jack.

No, this is not on you.

It's not.

JACK:
Five or six times a day,

people have been saying
they're gonna pray for me.

I pray...

I pray to undo it.

ALL:
Amen.

JACK:
I prayed that God

would give me
a second chance, Bobby.

(chuckles)

Tell me this ain't true, man.

Tell me this isn't happening.

I mean, some-somehow,

Jack, I-I...

I-I just think somehow
you're gonna get through this.

But you cannot blame yourself.

People with your brother's kind
of illness,

they hide
those sorts of things, Jack.

Hi. I'm Ashley,
and I'm the birthday queen.

And at the smoker,
we have my dear old Uncle Jack,

probably making sure
Bobby O. doesn't overcook

- his famous pulled pork.
- Come on, come on.

- (Ashley laughs)
- That's gonna be so tender,

when you touch it,
it's just gonna go...

- (babbles)
- ASHLEY: Oh. (babbles)

- Okay, sure.
- (Jack laughs)

And at the bar, my mom and my...

What are you guys doing?

- Uh, hey!
- Hi, baby.

- Love you.
- (Ashley laughs)

ASHLEY:
I love you guys, too.

And over here,
we have Mr. Wilco.

Hi, buddy. Ooh!

Hi. The most beautiful dog
in the world.

- Yeah.
- Hey. Hey, sweetheart.

- Hi. (laughs)
- (Garret speaking indistinctly)

ASHLEY:
Yeah. Yes, yes, yes.

- We love you, girl.
- Thank you.

- Happy birthday. My girls.
- Thank you so much.

- Yay!
- GARRET: Now you got a mustache.

- (laughs)
- All right. (laughs)

Whoo-hoo!

Happy birthday to me!

(video stops playing)

(exhales)

(phone ringing and buzzing)

(ringing continues)

(ringing stops)

(line ringing)

(special information tone
plays)

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You have reached a number

that has been disconnected
or is no longer in service.

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and try your call again.

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Hey.

Can you look something up
for me?

(indistinct chatter)

- Hey, Bobby.
- Hey.

Hey, Jack.

What are you doing here?

My niece's cell.

Apparently, it was tagged
and photographed,

but somehow it's not
in the property room.

You know where it is?

It should have been left
at the scene

for the fingerprint tech
to bag it

and bring it in here
with everything else.

But I don't know
if the bozo did it.

(door creaks)

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(phone ringing and buzzing)

Hello?

(static)

(echoing):
Hello?

ASHLEY (over phone):
Hey.

Hello?

(Jack breathing shakily)

Who is this?

Who do you think it is?

Hel-Hello?

O-Okay. Um, I-I don't know

if our lines are crossed
or what, but...

I hope you just didn't die.

(sighs)
All right. Bye.

(line disconnects, phone beeps)

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(rhythmic knocking on door)

- Hey.
- Hey.

How you doing, brother?

I'm all right.

Uh, come on in.

(sighs)

I'm sorry for just dropping by
like this, but, uh...

- It's all good.
- Well, you know,

Alice remembers
you liking her lasagna.

So, she heard I was coming by,

she went straight
in that kitchen and...

- Thank you.
- (chuckles) Oh, by the way,

uh, Miles wanted me
to let you know

Cooper had absolutely nothing
to do with making the card.

That supposed to be me?

(laughs):
I guess.

- Thank him for me, okay?
- Okay.

Now, you finding
what you're looking for?

I feel like
I'm going crazy here, man.

Jack...

you're going through
the hardest thing in the world.

You're allowed to feel crazy.

Right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess.

Yeah, thanks
for the reassurance, man.

Thanks for coming by.

Actually, I...

I didn't come to reassure you.

Or bring lasagna.

I have something to lay on you.
It's a little bit heavy.

Your brother's case...

bottom line,
we have to rule you out for it.

I.A. noticed
I haven't been doing that.

So, before you go talk to them,
Jack, is there anything...

anything
that you want to tell me?

ROGER:
So, uh, first things first, uh,

we have it here you stated
before your shift

the night of the murders
you were home alone.

- Is that right?
- Yes.

Okay.

You told, uh, Detective Owens

your brother recently acted
a little erratic

but you didn't see it
as a big deal.

Well, he forgot an obligation
with my niece,

which wasn't really erratic.

It was typical.

So I gave him an earful
and let it go.

Your sister-in-law.

Did you find her attractive?

You two ever flirt?

I mean, by all accounts,

you played hero
for your niece a lot.

So one could imagine that might
have worn on your brother some.

Then again,
maybe if there was some...

you know,
incident with the wife...

that's the kind of thing
that could set a guy off.

Okay, let me be blunt.

Please.
(chuckles)

I'm imagining
a scenario like this.

Your niece calls you up crying,

and her dad's drunk

and yelling and throwing lamps,
and-and you're pissed.

He's misbehaving
right after you already

gave him your earful, right?

So you fly over there hot,
confronting him,

and now things are getting
really hot.

And so I shoot
my own brother, right?

- And your sister-in-law's freaking.
- Okay.

- And the dog's barking and everything...
- Yeah. Yeah.

You know what? You got me.

I did it.

I killed them all.

Even the dog.

(chuckles softly)

(grunting)

(phone ringing and buzzing)

(dog barking in distance)

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(ringing continues)

(ringing stops)

ASHLEY (over phone):
Hello?

Hello?

- Hello?
- Hello?

Uncle Jack, is anyone there?

Yeah.

So, when I...
when I called you before,

did you hear me at all?

Did you not see
that I called you?

(Jack panting)

Uncle Jack, are you
ignoring me or what?

Where are you calling from?

Where am I calling from?

Yeah.

Um, okay, I'm-I'm at my house
in my bedroom

in Los Angeles, California.

Uncle Jack, I don't know
what's going on,

but if you don't want
to talk right now...

JACK: No. No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

Let-let's talk, yeah.
Uh, we should talk.

Uh... what do you want
to talk about?

I mean, I guess I just wanted
to say thank you, really.

My dad said
you gave him quite a speech

about not picking me up
the other night.

Whatever you said, it really
snapped him into shape.

I know they were just
kissing my butt,

but my dad bought me
this new bike

I've been begging for
for, like, 15 years.

Then they took me to Stefano's
for a makeup dinner, of course.

- And believe it or not, I finally...
- Oh, my...

...ordered the garlic
chicken dish thing.

And you weren't wrong.

It was delicious.

But a lot of garlic,
though, right?

- Yeah, super garlicky.
- (sighs quietly)

Actually, after dinner,
we ended up hanging out

and breathing garlic
on each other

(laughing):
until, like, 1:00 a.m.

while we were listening
to some old stuff

from my dad's record collection.

By the way, have you ever
heard of a band called ESG?

- Ash?
- Yeah?

- At Stefano's...
- Mm-hmm.

...uh, the other night,
after dinner,

I bet you had...

a hot fudge sundae
with two cherries on top.

Am I right?

(Ashley chuckles)

Um, uh, what?

Uh, how-how did you know that?

Did you just turn psychic
or something?

What is it?

Do you have a crystal ball?

(dramatically):
Look into his eyes.

He's got ESP.

Jack Radcliff...
fortune-teller detective,

solving cases no one else can.

Supercop.

Seer of hot fudge sundaes.

Ash, you said...

you said you were
at home, right?

ASHLEY (over phone):
Yeah.

Your mom and dad...
they home with you right now?

Mm, no. Um, my mom's at work,
and my dad went out to go

watch some game or something.
I don't know.

Hey, Ash?

Mm-hmm.

I'm about to ask you something

that's gonna make
absolutely no sense,

but do me a favor.

I don't want you to...
I don't want you to ask me why.

Just... just want you
to trust me.

Okay?

(light clinks)

Can you do that for me?

ASHLEY:
I-I mean, I guess so.

Okay, in your dad's shed
out back,

the last time I looked,
there was some spray paint

on his work bench.

I want you to go in there,
grab it,

and, um...

I want you to...
spray something on the...

on the doors of the shed.

ASHLEY:
Like what?

Paint a... paint a big red "X."

A big red "X"?

A big...

fat red "X."

Okay?

(sighs): Uh, okay. I'll call
you back when it's done.

No. Wait. Wait.
Well, you-you don't have

- to get off.
- Later, alligator.

- (line disconnects)
- Ash? Ashley?

(insects chirring and trilling)

(scoffs)

(laughing)

(door squeaks open)

(spray can rattles)

(sets can down)

♪ ♪

(high-pitched tone)

(crickets chirping)

(gasps)

(phone ringing)

- Ashley.
- Hey, hey, you're never gonna...

Hang on. Hang on.
There's something

- I need to ask.
- Okay.

For some reason,
my... my phone's acting up,

not showing a date.

Can you look at your phone

and-and tell me what it is?

Uh, okay.

Um, all right, so it's, uh...

J-June 25.

You said it's June 25 today?

ASHLEY:
Yes, but listen,

I-I did
what your weird butt asked,

but unbelievably,
while I was in here

doing the deed,
my dad pulled in the driveway

- in some weird white car,
- (gasps)

- and now I'm trapped.
- What you... what you...?

What you mean,
a weird white car?

Just some weird white car
pulled up in the driveway,

so I freaked out
and pulled the doors closed.

You pulled the door?

Okay, uh...

was your dad driving it?

No. He's in the passenger side.

You recognize the driver?

No. I-I...
No, I can't really see.

Ashley, if you can, I want you
to carefully peek out

and see if you can read
the license plate

or-or get a good look
at the guy behind the wheel.

Can you do that?

Ashley, where'd you go?

ASHLEY:
Shh. Hang on. I'm looking.

(car engine idling)

ASHLEY:
S-So, unfortunately, no.

I-I can't see the plates.

(over phone): 'Cause of
the way the car is parked.

Uh... what kind of car is it?

It looks old. I...

I'm not quite sure what it is.

It's a sports car.

It's a sports car with...

big lights, like frog eyes.

JACK (over phone):
Uh, Ashley, I...

I need you
to be very, very specific.

Look closely.

- Maybe...
- (engine revving)

you can see an emblem
or something?

ASHLEY:
Yeah, there was. A-A tiny one.

But the car just drove away.

- With or without your dad?
- With him.

That's good.
You can come out.

Yeah, I know.

I'm already out.

Okay, so confess.

Why in the world did you just
have me do that?

Hello?

Ashley, I need you to think.

Think about what?

About if anything unusual's
been going on,

like the thing
with the white car.

You know, new people.

Conversation you overheard
that seemed strange.

Maybe... maybe something
having to do with your mom?

Maybe they had a big fight
recently, or...

maybe you noticed your dad
seemed to have stopped

taking his medications.

I-I don't understand.

Why are you even asking?

JACK: The truth is,
all this is about a case,

but it's not an ordinary case.

It's a case to do with your dad.

ASHLEY: A case?
Well, what kind of case?

JACK: It could be he's gotten
into some of the same stuff

that got him in trouble
when you were little.

And if that's true,
we have got to protect him.

ASHLEY: You're saying
he's doing it again?

He-he's dealing drugs again?

JACK:
It's possible, yes.

ASHLEY:
Well, I mean,

if-if he's off his medications,
he really doesn't seem like it.

He seems good, and to answer
your other question,

him and my mom
haven't been fighting at all,

at least from what I've seen.

They've actually been
very sweet and cuddly

(laughing):
with each other lately.

They seem really good.

And if I really think about it,
especially my dad.

He's been in a good mood,

and he's been getting back
into his music.

Actually, he's been writing
this really beautiful new song.

I don't think it's gonna be
a hit or anything,

but it's really pretty.

I guess I'm saying I-I just...

think he's doing good
when he's playing his music.

Usually, if he's depressed
or off his meds,

he's just... kind of quits.

- Hey, Ash.
- Uh-huh.

Have you ever heard
the name "Georgie" before?

I don't think so.

Why?

Who's Georgie?

I don't know.

(footsteps over phone)

You going somewhere?

Oh, yeah. Uh, just...
just back to my room.

Why?

Which part of your room,
exactly?

ASHLEY:
Um... I'm over by my window.

ASHLEY:
Hello?

JACK:
Hey, Ash?

ASHLEY:
Yeah.

Did you just get
your room repainted?

Sor-Sorry. H-How...?

How in the heck
do you know that?

Uncle Jack,
how do you know that?!

'Cause I was looking
at your dad's credit report

'cause of the case.

I saw a receipt
for, uh... for paint.

Right. Okay. I mean, yeah.

He repainted it a few days ago.

I guess as part
of kissing my butt

for screwing up the other night.

He did the whole thing himself.

Which was nice
but slightly annoying,

because you know how
when painters paint

and they do a sloppy job

and they accidentally
seal up the cracks?

- JACK: Uh-huh.
- Well, that's what happened,

and now my window's stuck.

Your window's stuck?

Yeah, it's totally sealed shut.

I don't think I can open it
without a crowbar.

But what are we doing
talking about my window?

Ugh. It's too bad I don't
know his e-mail password

so I could check and see
if there's a Georgie...

or...

You know what?
One thing I could maybe do...

I could Google the bug-eyed car
and try to figure out

what kind it is.

Or, I mean, if-if it comes back,

I-I could go outside

and see if there's plates
on the rear.

But, of course, who knows
if that'll ever happen?

- (Wilco barking over phone)
- Uh-oh. Crap.

- (soft clattering)
- Okay, uh,

- I think I got to go.
- Is that Wilco?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's Wilco.

He says hello, but, Uncle Jack,

I think my dad is just
walking in the door,

and I've got red paint
all over my hands,

so I got to wash up
before he comes in. Uh...

- (door opening over phone)
- But you know what?

I'll try to think
about who Georgie is,

and I'll call you back, okay?

- Love you, Uncle Jack.
- Wait! W...

- Bye.
- (line disconnects)

Oh, God.

(crying):
Oh, God.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(quiet chatter,
distant phones ringing)

♪ ♪

Jack?

I heard you were in the office.

What are you...
what are you doing here?

Uh, my leave days are up soon.

I figure, what's the difference?

"Two days to live"?
What's that?

JACK: Uh, I'm just
reconstructing the timeline...

what happened
before what and when.

Is that a problem, sir?

Let's go to my office.

♪ ♪

Close the door behind you, Jack.

Oh, did I show you?

They just got into the playoffs.

(chuckles)

Bobby's boy Cooper pitched
for a save to get us there.

That's great.

(laughing):
Yeah, it is.

So...

HOWARD:
What's going on?

Are you not satisfied
with the way

your partner's been handling
your family's case?

JACK:
Well...

something a little strange
happened.

I got a couple calls

from what appeared
to be my niece's cell.

I guess I've just been
looking for an explanation.

That's why you went over there
and collected her phone?

You hear that from Bobby?

(sighs)

Take a seat.

HOWARD: Something
I need to make clear to you.

The fact that Bobby didn't walk
into my office straightaway,

that he waited until you had
tampered with state's evidence

before he said anything,
was not very smart.

You should have come to me,
Jack, talked it over.

Respectfully, sir,
if I'd run it by you,

you'd have told me I had PTSD

and recommended
I check in for treatment.

Look...

I believe if you want
to go see a psychologist,

it's up to you
to make that decision.

But since you haven't,
I feel I need

to say some things to you,
and not just as your boss.

HOWARD:
One thing I know to be true...

you have to move forward.

You have to believe

that there's a spot
out there for you

where things are
gonna be better.

Yes, sir.

I hear you.
I-I really do. Um...

Do you?

Because I sense a "but."

On your wall,
you pinned up a note.

"Talk to them about Georgie."

HOWARD: You want
to tell me what that's about?

It was a message
my brother wrote to himself

I found in his house.

Does it mean something to you?

Who is he?

(dog barking in distance)

HOWARD:
There's a bunch of random

narcotics cases
this guy was associated with.

And given
your brother's history,

it wouldn't surprise me if he'd
had some dealings with him.

Unfortunately, the only piece

of actual evidence we've got
on him is literally right here.

Now, we've heard his name
for years,

but nobody's actually
ever seen him,

except for one deceased witness
who helped us get this drawing.

You're telling me
it's a dead end?

No, I'm telling you
this guy is a white whale.

If you ask me,
take everything off your wall,

take whatever remaining days
you have left,

cash in your sick days, too.

Thank you, sir.
I think you're 100% correct.

Cash in my days.

Everything comes off the wall.

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JACK:
I want you to look at this.

- Okay.
- Look carefully.

BOBBY:
Now, what is this?

Why are you showing me this?

My brother... he preferred
vodka drenched in OJ.

He liked his drinks
sweet and mixed.

Look at the bottle on the bed.

- BOBBY: Bourbon.
- JACK: Bourbon.

Now, okay,
maybe he was desperate

and there was nothing else
in the house, right?

Wrong. Next picture.

Vodka.

So all the evidence is clear.

My brother was a bipolar,
gun-owning,

pill-popping lunatic.

Very dramatic,
all spilled all over the bed

like he was going crazy.

- Come on, man.
- Wow.

That was staged.

(line ringing)

(phone ringing)

I got to take this.
Sorry, man.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hey, Ashley.

Hey, so you know the name
you gave me... "Georgie"?

When my dad wasn't looking,

I think I found something
in his old day planner.

Found what?

- His last name?
- No.

I couldn't find his last name.

But I think I found his address.

That's incredible.

- (laughs softly)
- Okay, give it to me.

- I will in just a minute.
- What...?

What does that mean...
"in just a minute"?

Well, uh, Wilco and I
are actually

on your street,
about ten seconds away.

Ashley?
No, you-you... you can't.

ASHLEY:
I can't? Why not?

- I'm not at home right now.
- Well,

that's kind of funny,
because all your lights are on,

- and it looks like if I were to ring your door...
- No!

- Wha...?
- No, Ashley,

I need... I need you
to turn around and go. Okay?

Oh, I mean, okay, I heard you,

but why does it sound like
the sky's about to fall?

I know it's confusing.

Thing is, your-your dad is in
such deep trouble right now,

there may be people
watching my house.

In fact,
while this is happening,

if we see each other in person,

we should probably pretend
like none of this is going on.

Okay? You still there?

- Ashley?
- (sighs)

Y-Yeah. Yeah, I'm here.

Tell me you are
turning around and going.

Uh... yeah.

Yeah, we're going now.

JACK (over phone):
Look, let's say this.

Tell me the address.

I'm gonna go check it out,
and then

- let's talk after.
- Sure.

JACK:
Good. Good, good, good.

ASHLEY: O-Okay, so it's
1696 South Cochran Avenue.

(train whistle blaring)

(person whistling)

(making kissing sounds)

- (man laughs)
- (dog barking in distance)

(whistling continues)

(dog barking in distance)

(person whistles)

(car engine revving)

(music playing in Spanish
over car stereo)

(car engine revving)

(music continues)

(engine revving)

(dog barking in distance)

(man laughing nearby)

(dog barks in distance)

♪ ♪

Oh, shit.

(train whistle blaring)

- (engine revving)
- (man shouts indistinctly)

(rapid gunfire continues)

(tires screeching)

(dogs barking nearby)

(car alarm blaring nearby)

(indistinct shouting nearby)

(dog barking, whining)

(grunts softly)

(engine starts)

(tires squeal)

(alert bell chiming)

(groans)

JACK:
Bobby.

- Jacky.
- Property room.

Hey, what the hell
happened to you?

Property room.

- Property room.
- The pro-property room?

What are you talking about?

Jack, right now we've got to
get you to a hospital.

- No, man. There's no time.
- He's been shot.

- No, Jack, come on. "No time."
- There's no time. No time.

"No time." What do you mean,
there's no time?

She's dying tomorrow.

Ashley...
I got to save her.

Jacky. Jacky.

- Where you go... Jacky. Ja...
- Hey.

(sighs)

What is it you need him to pull?

Just get me in there.
It's important.

It's on me.

- Let us in.
- Okay.

- (lock buzzes)
- BOBBY: Call an EMT.

Keep everybody out of here.

(distorted, echoing):
Jack. Hey. Hey.

Jack.

Jack. Hey, Jack.

Down here, Jack.

Okay, so what are we doing?

- Ja-Jack. Hey.
- (grunts)

What are you looking for?

JACK:
This was delivered on a Monday.

Today... today's...

This is Tuesday morning, right?

Yeah.
It's Tuesday morning, Jack.

That means it's Tuesday
morning for her, too.

- For her, who?
- (panting)

(phone ringing)

(grunts)

I got to get this.

I got to get it.

(sighs heavily)

(phone continues ringing)

- (grunts) Hey. Ash?
- ASHLEY: Hello?

Ash.

- Come on!
- BOBBY: Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell

- you got your guns out for?
- ASHLEY: Wh-What was that?

- J-Just stay back.
- W-Was that for me?

- (indistinct chatter)
- ASHLEY: Hel-Hello, Uncle Jack?

- Hello?
- Ashley.

- Ashley.
- BOBBY: Stay back.

I've got no choice.

(panting)

ASHLEY: Uncle Jack, you...
you have no choice about what?

As soon as we get off,

I'm gonna need you to call 911.

Say... say you want your dad
locked up.

ASHLEY: Wait. Why would we
want him locked up?

Tell them about the drugs.

ASHLEY:
What? What drugs?

They're in the box
under his bed.

ASHLEY: O-Okay.
Okay, but what is this?

What the hell is going on?

Someone's coming
to kill your dad.

Who's coming to kill my dad?

- (sirens wailing)
- Seriously, Uncle Jack.

(groaning): Ash, I want you
to write this number down.

- ASHLEY: Okay.
- JACK: 213...

- ASHLEY: 213.
- JACK: 555...

28...

- 28...
- 09.

- You got that?
- Zero... Yes, I wrote it down.

But-but whose number is this?

JACK:
It's Bobby's number.

You call him...

if you need it.

- BOBBY: Okay, guys, hurry it up.
- ASHLEY: Uncle Jack.

- Up here! Over here!
- What's all that noise?

OFFICER:
Over here. Officer down.

ASHLEY:
Uncle Jack.

- (siren wailing)
- (indistinct chatter)

ASHLEY:
Hello? Uncle Jack!

(medical monitor beeping)

(distorted):
Hey. Hey, hey, Jack.

Jack.

(distorted): We're gonna
find out who did this to you.

All right?

(prolonged beep)

We're gonna get 'em.

Jack. Hey, Jack.

Jack, come on, man.
Stay with me.

Hey, Jack.

(rapid beeping)

(siren wailing)

Jack! Jack!

♪ ♪

Uncle Jack? Uncle Jack!

Hey, Ash. What's up?

Uh... what?

Hello.

I don't understand.

What do you mean,
you don't understand?

Why are you looking at me crazy?

Is this a joke?

No, it's not a joke.

Why would any of this be a joke?

- Come-come on. Come inside.
- N-No.

Stop.
Explain what's going on.

Explain what?

What?! Yeah. What?

The red "X,"
the "send him to jail."

Why aren't you saying anything?

Say something!

- Ashley. Okay. Ashley.
- What is going on?

- Come inside.
- No. Bye.

JACK: Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hold on.

Ashley, h-hold up. Hold up.

Leave me alone!

(train whistle blows
in distance)

(train whistle blowing)

(panting)

(door opens)

(Garret vocalizing,
guitar strumming)

♪ Ooh-ooh, girl ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I'll save you ♪

♪ You'll save me ♪

♪ I'll save... ♪

- Oh. Oh, okay.
- (Garret and Susan chuckle)

♪ I'll save you ♪

Oh, that's it.

♪ You'll save me ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Susan, I need you here ♪

(laughs)

♪ Oh, oh, oh. ♪

Hey there, butter bean.

Hey, baby.

GARRET:
Come on in.

Got something in the bag
right there for you.

Check it out. Check it out.
Check it out. Check it out.

We may have gone
to a record store,

and I might have seen something
that you might like.

Now, see,
that's their second album,

but... I mean, it may not be
as good as the first one,

but I think it's pretty cool.

"Oh, thank you, Dad.
That's so amazing."

Oh, thank you, baby.

(Garret laughs)

I was playing Mom
a new song I wrote.

Want to come here
and sit down with us

and help us write some lyrics?

You want to sit down and talk?

(Ashley panting)

(exhales)

- (panting)
- (siren wailing in distance)

♪ ♪

Okay.

(line ringing)

OPERATOR (over phone):
911. What's the location

of your emergency?

Hello?

♪ ♪

Hello?

Hi.

Yeah.

Hi.

I-I-I think...

I think... I think
I need the p-police.

(distorted):
Hello, Uncle Jack.

- (gasps)
- (Ashley speaking indistinctly)

(static crackling)

(Ashley shouts indistinctly)

ASHLEY:
Can you hear me or not?

(creaking)

JACK:
Hello?

Anybody home?

(Jack breathing raggedly)

Oh, God, Garret, what'd you do?

(crying):
No.

(ragged breathing)

(crying):
Ash. Ash.

(sobbing):
Ashley.

(screams)
God.

(rhythmic thumping)

(thumping fades to ticking)

(train whistle blowing)

BOBBY:
Hey, Jack.

Where did you go?

(gasps)

(gasping)

What is it?

You're not having
a stroke, are you?

(quietly):
What?

My family.

BOBBY:
Jack.

(dog barking in distance)

What is it? What is it?
What is it?

Oh, no.

They died on a Tuesday...

instead of a Wednesday.

BOBBY:
Jack, what is wrong with you?

Huh?

Baseball mitt,
what's-what's that about?

(scoffs)

Next stop is Little League.

Howard got pissed because
Cooper forgot his lucky glove.

You're gonna drop me off, right?

- (dog barking nearby)
- (train whistle blaring)

- Jack!
- (dog barking)

Jack. Jack.

(dog continues barking)

(vehicle approaching,
music playing over stereo)

You want to tell me why in
the hell we have our guns out?

What day is it today?

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wed...
What day of the week is it?

- It's Tuesday!
- Tuesday. Tuesday.

- Shit.
- You gonna tell me what's going on?

What time is it?
What time is it?

Do you even know
what's going on?

The glass on her phone.

When she died before,
it was... it was cracked.

BOBBY:
When she died before?

And now the newspaper says
they died on a Tuesday

instead of a Wednesday.
What-what the fuck?

The newspaper said
they died on a Tuesday

- instead of a Wednesday?
- Yeah.

The newspaper changed
the date of their deaths?

Boy, I hate to say it,
but you sound insane, J.

(train whistle blaring)

(indistinct chatter nearby)

Bobby... we got to go.

We got to go. We got to go.

We got to go.

Hey.

Did someone call 911 and
report Garret for possession?

Yeah, but it was a dud.

How is it
you don't remember that?

JACK:
Actually... actually, I do.

I do re-remember.

BOBBY:
Jack, what is wrong with you?

- Huh?
- JACK: The pills.

There were no pills on the bed.

BOBBY:
Pills on the bed?

And her bike was out back.

Her backpack.
How'd her backpack get wet?

BOBBY:
That's a good question, Jack.

But what I want to know is
why you're asking

all these questions
right here, right now,

just all of a sudden.

(muttering)

(train whistle blowing)

It's this nightmare.

Just-just having
a night... nightmare.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

- GARRET: Wait! Wait, wait!
- (man speaking indistinctly)

(men grunting)

(quietly):
Please pick up.

(phone ringing and buzzing)

- Ashley.
- ASHLEY: Hey, Unc...

Hey, Uncle Jack.

Okay. There's a lot
I need to tell you,

and I know the last time
we talked was super weird,

but I-I didn't know
who else to call, so...

so I-I called 911,
like you said,

but then my dad just left,
so I followed him.

And-and now my dad's
getting beat-beat up.

And it looks like
they're hurting him

- really, really bad.
- Okay, just-just wait.

W-W-W-W-Wait, wait, Ash-Ashley.

- Ashley, just-just-just te...
- Yeah.

just tell me exactly
where you are.

Um, I'm on West Amherst
and the corner of First.

JACK:
Okay, get the hell out of there.

But whatever you do,
do not go home.

Uncle Jack, there's-there's
people here. There's a car.

- Hello?
- What people? What car?

- The white one?
- Th-There-there... Hello?

- A-Ashley!
- (phone beeps)

Shit.

(tires squealing)

(panting, muttering)

(metal door sliding shut)

(breathing heavily)

(muttering)

Q-one...

(phone beeps)

(line ringing)

BOBBY (recorded):
This is Bobby O.

- Leave me a message.
- (beeps)

Bobby, it's Jack.

I need a report on a car

as soon as possible.

It's a Porsche 911.

California plates, 2SAQ321.

Call me back.

(door slides open)

♪ ♪

(panting)

(panting, gasping)

- (door bangs open)
- (gunfire)

♪ ♪

(panting)

- MAN: Hey!
- (Ashley screams)

- (gasping)
- (birds squawking)

(breathing heavily):
No. No.

(grunts)

(gunshots)

(breathing heavily):
No. No. No. No.

(car engine starts)

(engine revving, tires screech)

(trunk opens)

(groans, exhales)

(phone ringing)

- Ashley.
- Uncle Jack, thank God.

- You okay?
- I am, but no, not really.

Right after my phone died,

one of the guys
beating my dad up

came after me and chased me.

Okay, where-where are you?

I'm at the diner where we had
dinner the other night.

I had to recharge my phone,
and this seemed like

- it-it was the safest place to be.
- Okay, hang on.

- Hang on. I'm a minute away.
- (engine revving)

I'll be right over.

But before I get there,
we need to focus.

The guys who beat up your dad,

was there anything else you saw?

- What about their cars?
- Uh, uh, yeah, uh...

I thought about that, too.

There-there was a hat.
Um...

a yellow one, and...

I-I had their license plates
written down

- on a napkin.
- That's great.

- That's great.
- Yeah, but it was in my backpack,

and I lost my backpack
while I was running away.

JACK:
Wait, wait.

You just say
you lost your backpack?

ASHLEY:
Yeah. Wh-Why?

Ashley, you-you have any i-idea
why your backpack would be wet?

How do you know that?

JACK: I'll tell you
right after you answer.

Okay? I promise.
Just tell me.

ASHLEY: Okay, um,
this man came running after me,

and I fell in the river.

Everything falls in the river.

My backpack, my bike.

And I-I didn't have time
to get my backpack.

- I didn't have time.
- (door opens)

So I just... I ran.

And I lost my backpack.

And then I ca... I called you.

JACK:
Ash.

Ash, I know I've asked you
to do a lot of weird stuff.

I know you want me to stop.

But I do have
one more thing like that

to ask, and then that's it.

Everything will start...
(pained): making sense.

(groans)

- Hello?
- (groans)

Wh-What's happening?

(grunts, panting)

By the register,

you know where there's a bunch
of bubble gum in a... in a jar?

(Jack panting)

- Yeah.
- Okay.

I want you to grab a handful.

All different colors.

And then tell me
when that's done.

Uncle Jack,
are you here somewhere?

The answer to all your questions
is in that jar of bubble gum.

Just reach in there, and then...

then go to our booth,

the one we always sit in.

Okay.

Okay.

(sighs)

(Jack sighs)

You with me, Ash?

ASHLEY:
Yeah, okay.

Uh, now what?

Okay. So, uh...

here's what we're gonna do.

I want you to pick
a piece of gum.

Any color.

Okay? Now start chewing it.

- Okay.
- (Jack panting)

And when it's good and goopy,

um, I want you to stick it
under the table

real good so it won't fall off.

All right.

It's done.

(Jack grunts softly)

(panting)

Huh.

(panting):
Red gum.

You were chewing red gum.

(panting)

I-I-I don't under...
I don't...

I don't understand.

How-how did you...?

How do I know things
I shouldn't?

Why did I get you
to paint the red "X"?

What are we doing
sticking things under the table?

The fact is,

believe it or not,

I'm sitting right here,

holding a dried-up,
chewed-up piece of red gum

you just stuck under the table.

But for me, it's two weeks old.

I'm telling you, I'm sitting
in the booth you're sitting at

two weeks...

two weeks in the future.

(shuddering inhale)

Ash, where'd you go?

Just-just a second.

- Ash.
- (stammers)

Just a second.

(paper ripping)

(grunts)

Okay. Look again

and tell me what you see.

(panting)

You put a red question mark,
written in crayon there,

with the yellow piece
of bubble gum.

Ashley...

I know your backpack was wet,

because...

somehow, it ended up...

(exhales)

(sighs)
In your future,

the one I'm in right now,
it-it ended up...

at a crime scene we've been
investigating, soaked.

A crime that, in your time,
hasn't yet happened.

I'm...

I'm telling you, unless you do
something about it,

it's not just your dad
who's gonna die.

Your mom's gonna die.

And so are you.

(Jack panting)

Wh...

(exhales)

(inhales, exhales)

Which you know because...

you're my time-traveling uncle
from the future?

(chuckling)

Yeah.

If that's true...

(inhales, exhales)

...how do we die?

Ashley, that's not important.

How is it not important?

Because it's not gonna happen.

- B-Because you're gonna save yourself.
- How do I die?

You're gonna erase all this.

Tell me right now!

No!

(panting)

You're not gonna die.

I'm not gonna let that happen.

You're gonna get on a bus
or-or a train

or ride your bike and sleep
o-on a beach if you have to.

You are gonna live.

What does it look like
when I die?

And who did it?

We don't know that yet.

We-we don't know that yet.

Okay. Just...

just tell me what you know.

Just tell me what you know...

and-and I promise...

I promise, I'll go
like you said I should.

Please, I can handle it.

(exhales)
Okay.

(inhales, exhales)

Your bedroom door was kicked in,

and you...

(exhales)

(shuddering inhale)
...and you...

and you died right on your bed.

(sighs) It looked like
maybe you tried to...

force open your window
to get away,

but... your new paint
made it stick.

My new paint made it stick.

Yeah.

But as long as you're alive,
you can change this.

Whatever you do,
don't forget that.

I want you to take that thought

wherever you go from here on in.

This chewed-up piece of gum,
you-you can unchew it.

You can change things, okay?

(inhales)

You're...

y-you're here.

Right here. (sniffles)

Tell me you understand
and you're about to go.

Y-Yeah.

Okay.

I'll go.

I'll do it.

(sniffling)

♪ ♪

(sighs)

(brakes squeaking)

(indistinct P.A. announcement)

(doors hissing)

(siren wailing in distance)

♪ ♪

Hey.

I know you can't just
let me in there.

But I got to get in there.

So, if I pull my gun
while the cameras are recording

and point it at you,
would you comply?

I mean, I don't want to die.

(lock buzzing)

(zipper unzips)

Oh, no.

(lock buzzing)

- (door opens)
- (footsteps approaching)

Christ.

- Somebody call an ambulance!
- JACK: No, no!

Please don't.
I'm-I'm fine, okay?

I've-I've stopped the bleeding.

- Nobody needs to call an ambulance.
- Holy shit!

What happened to you?

HOWARD:
Detective?

(officers murmuring)

You know what, everybody,
just back the hell out of here!

HOWARD: You heard the man.
Get out. Get out!

(footsteps departing)

(door closes)

All right.

Circle of trust.

Let's hear it.

My niece's backpack.

It's here in evidence.

It was found on the scene.

But I know for a fact
that she lost it

- the day that she was killed.
- Wait, wait, wait.

How in the world
would you know that?

BOBBY:
Jack?

I can't say.

All right, well,
what are you suggesting?

The backpack... that somebody
planted it on the scene?

What reason in the world

- would a perp have to do that?
- I don't know.

Okay? I don't...

I don't... I don't know.

BOBBY:
I-I think I might.

The plates you had me call in,
the owner of that vehicle,

is he the guy
who did this to you?

All I know is that car

was parked in the lot
of a building I went inside,

and some guy comes out,
guns blazing...

- Building where?
- (panting)

And why were you entering it?

HOWARD (scoffs):
Okay.

You know what, Jack?
Forget it.

Don't even bother
to answer that.

Your homeboy's finished.

You grab his badge,
his gun, his keys,

and you escort him home.

Shit.

The plates he had me call in
belonged to Lee!

Sergeant Roger Lee

of Internal Affairs.

What?

Roger Lee?

The prick who interviewed me
a couple days ago?

It means that maybe Lee...

is Georgie.

I mean, if that's...
if that's true,

then we have got to go
and brief Eaves.

Now, I'll set it up, but he's
gonna want to hear Jack's story

straight from
the horse's mouth.

So let's-let's all reconvene

on the parking lot
in just one minute.

- W-Wait, wait. (panting)
- (footsteps departing)

Who's Eaves?

Meet us outside.

(door closes)

(groans softly)

(sighs)

(line ringing)

GARRET:
Hey, you've reached Garret.

- Leave a message.
- (beep)

ASHLEY:
Hi, Dad.

Uh, can you call me back
as soon as you get this?

Please.
As soon as you can.

It's important.

- (line ringing)
- (keys jangling)

SUSAN:
Hey, what's up? It's Susan.

I can't answer the phone
right now.

Leave a message,

and I'll get back to you
as soon as possible.

- Thanks. Bye.
- (beep)

(door opens)

(car door closes)

So, this Georgie
you've been chasing,

we've both been telling
half-truths,

because we're under
strict orders to keep it quiet.

- By who?
- I.A. and the D.A.

HOWARD:
Georgie's a group

created by a bunch
of dirty cops.

That sketch I showed you,
it's a fictitious character.

Doesn't exist.

So he can never be caught.

It was driving us crazy
for years until Eaves,

who's running
I.A.'s case on this,

he told us
we're chasing our own tails.

The point is,

you seem to have uncovered
the fact that

the number two guy in command
of the good guys at I.A.

is, in fact,
one of the bad guys.

Speaking of which,
we ought to get going.

And where exactly are we going?

Well, unless you want to stop
off at a hospital on the way,

we've got to go
and download Eaves.

You're gonna tell him how you
got so tangled up in all this.

And who knows?
Maybe he can help you find

whatever the hell it is
you think you're looking for.

Okay?

Let's go.

Jack, come on, man.

(horn honking)

- What's up, Ash?
- Hey, Bobby.

All right, let me get this.
I got this.

ASHLEY:
Thanks for getting here so fast.

BOBBY: Of course.
You call me, I'm there.

BOBBY: So, exactly
what's going on, huh?

ASHLEY: Like I
said on the phone, I-I...

I just have a feeling
it would be a good thing

if you came over.

BOBBY:
Is-is it your dad?

Is he drinking?

Is he...

is he doing drugs again?

Is he...

Y-You want to talk about it?

- No.
- No?

No.

It's just good that
you-you came and picked me up.

Yeah, well...

well, you know I got you.

Do you mind
if I charge my phone?

(chuckles):
Hey.

Help yourself.

Sir, one thing
you haven't said yet

is how exactly my brother
was involved in all of this.

Do we know?

Well, for a few years now...

well, you probably know this
already...

your brother reverted back to
his old ways to pay the bills.

Unfortunately, it got him
caught up in a transaction

with an out-of-town associate
of Georgie's...

(chuckles) who had no idea
he was selling evidence

to the brother of a cop.

Well, you can imagine,
those beans get spilled,

tightknit group of cops
on the make,

fragile trust,

their cover blown
by the ne'er-do-well brother

of the oh-so-honest
Jack Radcliff,

people get uptight.

They start thinking they've got
to shoot their way out.

JACK:
So, where does this lead to?

Into the Olympic Forest on
the backside of Kenneth Hahn.

You ever been there before?

(clanging, creaking)

JACK:
Yeah, but...

not through here.

You'll like it.

Nice.

(creaking)

(clang)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Okay, you want to text
your folks

and let 'em know
that we're here?

(engine stops)

(seat belts click)

(keys jangle)

(car door closes)

Jack.

(seat belt clicks)

HOWARD:
Hey, Bobby. Do me a favor.

Text Eaves.
Tell him we're already here.

Done.

HOWARD:
Beautiful here, isn't it?

I could have a house right here.

BOBBY: That's a black
neighborhood right there.

(chuckles) What,
you don't think I'd fit in?

Well, yeah, you could pass.

Just keep passing right on by,
homeboy.

(laughs)

(sighs)

HOWARD:
You know, it's amazing.

This guy's habitually late.

Ah, we wait around here anymore,

we're all gonna get skin cancer.

At least I might.

(scoffs)
I hate late people.

(trunk opens)

Eaves being one
of the worst offenders.

You know, I take it as a sign
of a man's character.

- (trunk closes)
- And, once, I had to wait for that dude

for 45 minutes,
and when he showed up,

- I said to him, "Look..."
- (gunshot)

- (body thuds)
- BOBBY: Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.

Don't you even think
about it, Jack.

Point that fucking gun
at the ground.

And put it on the hood
of the car right now.

So, you sure
you don't want to tell me...

...what we're here for
before we go inside?

Um...

truth is, I think
my parents are in

some kind of serious trouble.

I was hoping you could come in

and you could talk
to 'em, maybe?

Make sure they're okay?

Yes. I mean, sure.

I figured you would have
called your Uncle Jack to...

help you deal
with your folks, but...

why didn't you?

Um... I-I don't know.

I guess I just didn't want to
this time.

(Bobby laughs)

Okay. I'll give it a shot.

Thanks again for doing this.

Aw.

- Absolutely.
- (Ashley laughs)

- (Bobby laughs)
- (car door bell dings)

(dog barking in distance)

There you go.

- Hey, hey. What's up?
- GARRET: Hey, Bobby.

- What's going on, man?
- It's all good, man.

- ASHLEY: Hey, Mom.
- SUSAN: Ashley, baby,

why don't you come in the house
and let Daddy and Bobby talk?

BOBBY: No, actually,
I was hoping we could all

go inside and talk,
if that's okay.

I just have a few questions

I'd like to ask
everybody concerned.

Like... how in the world

did your daughter end up
following you...

to Amherst Street today?

GARRET:
No, Bobby. No.

- (Ashley screams)
- BOBBY: Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh.

You run, you scream,

I will blow your daddy's head
off his neck.

What's up, Garret?

- (quietly): Bobby, man, please.
- (Ashley whimpering)

"Bobby, man, please."

- Let's go, boy.
- (quietly): Bobby, man.

- Go, baby. Go, go, go. Go inside, baby.
- (Susan whimpers)

- Get in there! - Go!
- (Wilco barks, Ashley screams)

- Control your dog. Control that damn dog.
- Wilco!

- Get in the kitchen, you understand me?
- Wait. Go, go.

- Go, go, go.
- Take the dog and get in the kitchen.

- (Ashley screaming)
- Anybody else here?

No. Nobody's here, man.
Nobody's here, Bobby.

- Nobody's here.
- (Ashley mutters)

- BOBBY: Get him out of here!
- Nobody's here.

- GARRET: Come on.
- BOBBY: Leave that dog behind the gate.

- Move! Go. - SUSAN: Okay.
- GARRET: Go, go. All right.

- We're-we're going. We're going, Bobby.
- Sit on the sofa!

- We're going. Okay. We're here. We're here.
- Sit. Sit!

BOBBY:
Now, Jack.

Put it on the hood of the car!

(panting)

Move.

Over here.

(Jack panting)

Back the fuck up.

You figure out
why Howard is dead yet?

Because he was clean.

The backpack, Jack.

How'd you do that?

You don't have ESP,

so how did you know
that your niece lost it?

Just tell me the truth, and
we can figure out what's next.

BOBBY:
The box under

the bed, Ashley.

I need to know
how you knew what was in it.

- (Ashley whimpering)
- You don't have X-ray vision,

so how did you know?

Huh?

Just tell me the truth.

We can figure out what's next.

Who... did you learn
about her backpack from?

Who's your witness, Jack?

(Jack panting)

You want to know who told me
about her backpack?

You want to know who
told me about her backpack?

It was Ashley.

Ashley?

Told you about the backpack?

That's right.

Ashley's the one
who called you on your phone?

(panting):
That's right.

BOBBY:
The box,

- Ashley.
- Hey, we... Look, look,

why don't you sit
with us, man, and we can....

we can sit here,
and we can talk about things

calmly, thinking, okay?

- Okay.
- (Wilco barking)

Since you don't seem
to be realizing

the gravity of all this!

- (Wilco yelps)
- (Ashley screams) - GARRET: No!

- Stupid motherfucker!
- Get down! Stay down.

- You stupid motherfucker!
- (Bobby muttering)

The irony of all this

is I told your brother, Jack.
I begged him!

BOBBY:
I said, "Get out of town!"

But the motherfucker thinks
he can talk his way out!

Look, look, stop, please.
Look, look.

- Look, we can fix this, okay?
- (Ashley sobbing)

We can fix this.
You're not a killer, man.

You're not a killer,
no more than me, okay?

All right, you was just
thinking down the line, right?

You were thinking about
your kids and-and your family.

But please, man,
we all make mistakes, right?

We make mistakes.
We can fix 'em, Bobby.

- Bobby, listen to me, man!
- ASHLEY: Please.

Please! Please!

Ashley, your Uncle Bobby
tried to save you.

Tried to save you all.

I came to your daddy
and told him what was coming.

I told him
to get you all out of town.

And did he do it? No.

BOBBY: He stays,
which I promised wasn't

gonna happen, and now they
don't just want to kill him.

They told me it has to be me.

See what I'm made of.

BOBBY:
How could you do this, man?

You had every chance
in the world.

Why didn't you get your family
out of harm's way?

- Bobby, man, I'm so sorry.
- Why did you do it?

I'm so sorry, man,
but we can fix this, man.

We're family, right?
We're family, Bobby!

BOBBY:
Look, since nobody seems

to want to tell me the truth,

you leave me with no choice.

I need... you to turn around

and get down
on your knees, Jack.

I'm not giving you that.

When I tell you to get down
on the ground,

get your black ass
on the ground, Jack!

I'm not giving you that, Bobby.

I'm not giving you that.

You're gonna have to look me
in the eye, Bobby.

(Jack panting)

You know what?

(Garret panting)

GARRET:
No.

- JACK: Bobby!
- (Susan and Ashley screaming)

- (Susan sobbing)
- ASHLEY: Daddy!

- Dad! Daddy!
- Run, baby! Run!

- (sobbing)
- Run!

- Run, Ashley! Run, baby! Run!
- BOBBY: Ashley! Ashley!

- (Ashley screaming)
- Your mom!

- SUSAN: Run, Ashley!
- I got your mama!

Run, Ashley!

(screaming)

(whimpering)

- No! No!
- (gunshot, Ashley crying)

SUSAN:
No!

- No! No!
- (gun cocks)

- No!
- (gunshot)

(yelling)

(whimpering)

(panting, gasping)

(screaming)

(panting)

- (door rattles)
- BOBBY: Ashley!

Let me in.

- No! No! No!
- Ashley!

No! No.

- Ashley! Open the door!
- (panting)

(screams)

(panting)

(wind whistling)

(Bobby panting)

(wind whistling)

(yells) Jack!

- (gunshot)
- (grunts)

(running footsteps)

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(vehicle engine starting)

(tires squealing)

(engine revs)

(engine revving,
tires squealing)

(shrieks)

(whimpers)

(grunts softly)

(Jack groans quietly)

(footsteps approaching)

(insects trilling and chirring)

(panting loudly)

No. No.

(grunts)

(screaming):
No! No! No!

What now? What now?

What do I do? What do I do?

Last chance, Jack.

Your witness.

- (groans)
- (phone rings and buzzes)

BOBBY:
Ah-ah-ah.

Don't you fucking answer it.

(ringing and buzzing continue)

- Jack!
- Hey, Ashley!

ASHLEY (over phone):
Oh, thank God you answered.

Uncle Jack,
I... I didn't listen to you,

and I know I should have, but...

I called Bobby. I didn't...

- He-he killed everybody.
- No!

No, he didn't.

You're alive.

(panting)

You're alive, right, Ashley?

BOBBY:
Oh, God!

ASHLEY (over phone):
Uncle Jack, who's that?

- Oh, God.
- Uncle Jack, are you okay?!

Ashley.

JACK (over phone):
Listen to me.

The only way I can be okay

is if you save yourself.

And if you save yourself,
you'll save me.

And if you save me,
I will save you.

I promise. (groans)

(screams)
No, no, no, no!

No, no, no, no! No, no.

Uncle Jack!
Uncle... Uncle... Uncle Jack!

God! Oh!

Please! Uncle Jack!

(groaning, crying)

Uncle...

(whimpers)

Uncle Jack.

(whimpers)

(metallic creaking)

(panting)

(panting)

Help.

(panting)

(Ashley screams)

(grunts)

(engine starts)

BOBBY:
You remember what you said

at the funeral, Jack?

Do you remember what you said?

BOBBY (echoing):
You said you prayed

to undo all of this.

(panting):
So... so did I.

(groans)

(whimpering)

Uncle Jack! Uncle Jack!

(screams)

(tires squealing)

(whimpering)

Hello?! Uncle Jack!

(whimpering)

No!

Please, Uncle Jack!

Please!

See what you just did
by coming here?!

Now I have to kill your uncle.

ASHLEY:
No! Help!

Please, Uncle Jack!

Whoa! Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa! Bobby!

- (Ashley whimpers)
- Bobby?

- (Jack panting)
- (Ashley whimpers)

- Ashley! Ashley!
- (Ashley murmurs)

- BOBBY: Jack, I'm sorry.
- Bobby.

- Bobby!
- (Ashley whimpers softly)

BOBBY:
I don't want you

to look at me.

(Bobby panting)

Just look
at something beautiful.

(Bobby panting)

Save you.

I'll save you.

If you save me,

I'll save you.

(Bobby breathing loudly)

BOBBY: Just look
at something beautiful.

- (gunshot, body thuds)
- (screaming)

(insects chirring)

(Ashley crying)

You're okay. I got you.

I've got you. Okay. Okay.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Come on. Okay.

Oh, God.

Okay. Okay.

Okay, I got you.

Okay, okay, okay, I got you.

Okay, okay.

(Ashley crying)

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