All language subtitles for The.Accidental.Witness.2006.720p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

- [Victor] Do I
ever come in here

with my Consumer
Report under my arm?

No.
- You're three months

in arrears.
- I understand that.

No, all I'm asking for
- Plus the current month.

I already gave you time.
- is two weeks!

[dramatic music]

- Hey, Victor, what's up?

- Arthur, Arthur, listen, how
long have we been friends?

- [Arthur] Oh, Brother.

- Since high school.

- [Arthur] Yeah, well.

- That's almost 20 years.

- [Arthur] 20 years.

- Since the heart attack,
David, he has lost his edge.

- [David] Yeah, I
think he's frightened.

- Okay, well the
price of his timidity

is gonna be very expensive.

O'Neill is prepared to
pay 100 million dollars

for this merger, David.

That is three times what
this company is worth!

- [David] I know, I know.

Victor, this firm is
my grandfather's life.

- You told me you're gonna
foreclose on my house

and I'm not supposed to
take that as a threat?

Well, where I come
from that is a threat!

- [Arthur] So, Victor,
what's up, buddy?

- I'm just having a
little cash flow problem.

I was just wondering if I
could borrow a few bucks

to tide me over until
we get this deal done.

- [Arthur] A few
bucks, well, I...

- Two weeks at the most.

That is three times what
this company is worth.

You know it and I know it.

And then at the last minute

Raymond backs out,
that's insane!

- [David] Keep it down.

- [Arthur] So how
much we talking about?

- 100,000, two
would be fantastic.

- [Arthur] I can't,
I can't, sorry buddy.

If there's anything else,
I mean, we're friends.

- No.

- [Arthur] Another
time, no problem.

- No, it's okay.

You can't just take
away a man's car.

- [Man] I'm sorry Mr. Sandeman,
next Thursday we repossess.

- [Man] Victor, you ready
to hit one outta the park?

- This deal is a lock.

- [Man] So, I can keep
sending my laundry out.

[laughing]

Can I call you Larry?

- [Larry] Yeah, please.

- This is a hell
of a deal Larry.

For your company and for ours.

I can't be seen as a loser,
it's the kiss of death

in this business, you
know that, Arthur.

- [Arthur] Yeah, yeah.

Yes it is, I'm sorry buddy.

- [Victor] No, no, it's okay.

- [Arthur] Hey, you understand,
another time no problem.

- Of course I understand,
of course I do.

Of course you have
Mr. Brunel's support.

Raymond Brunel is 100%
behind this merger.

- [Man] Good, it's
a hell of a deal.

- I just need some time to
handle some internal issues.

Make sure we have all
our ducks in a row.

- [Roger] What?

- Yes Roger, you heard
me, just get it out there

you'll be bringing
back a truckload.

- I'm just trying to survive.

[dial tone]

[dramatic music]

[phone ringing]

- Hello.

- [Jeff] Hi, sweetheart.

- Hi.

- [Jeff] It's almost
eight o'clock.

- Is it that late?

Oh my God, I must've
lost track of time.

I still have a couple
things left to do here,

my new boss is...

- [Jeff] Is a workaholic, maybe?

- Very funny, takes
one to know one.

- I'm going for a run, Dorothy,
I gotta lose 10 pounds.

- Well, I'm impressed.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight Mr. Sandeman.

Well, goodnight Mr. Brunel,
don't stay too late.

- Better to paper
shuffle 'til nine

than to fight your way
through all that traffic.

[Dorothy laughing]

- I'm looking forward
to that traffic, sir.

- Clean out that fridge
of yours, Dorothy,

'cause I'm gonna bring
you back a truckload.

- [Dorothy] Very
good, sir, goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- [Jeff] I saw it.

- You got in?

- [Jeff] Yeah.

- Well, what's it like?

- [Jeff] It's beautiful,
it's perfect for us.

- Really, it's a loft?

- [Jeff] Yeah, we need
to see it right away.

- Oh, okay.

Okay, well pick me up tomorrow,
we'll grab a quick bite

and then run over.

- [Man] I'll set it up.

- All right, I love you.

- [Jeff] I love you too.

- Bye.

- Victor.

Victor.

I know you believe
that the merger

is the right thing
for us, I don't agree.

I've reviewed O'Neill's
proposal from every angle,

it's a no go.

And that's my final decision.

I just don't think that
it's the right time,

either for the
company or for me.

- I understand.

[suspenseful music]

And I respect your
decision Raymond.

Enjoy the fishing.

- Thank you, I will.

[suspenseful music]

[camera whirring]

- Ah.

[suspenseful music]

[alarm beeping]

[tires squealing]

[dramatic music]

[whistling]

[dramatic music]

[whistling]

[suspenseful music]

[alarm beeping]

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music]

[groaning]

[dramatic music]

[rock music]

[dramatic music]

[rock music]

[siren blaring]

- [Christine] Jesus!

[crashing]

- [Man] Learn how to drive lady!

[horn honking]

[suspenseful music]

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- That guy is an idiot!

Look, I think the
best thing to do

is just copy down each
other's information.

- Yeah, I left my
wallet at home, okay?

- Don't you have your insurance
information in the car?

- I got a lot more
damage than you do,

I'd be willing to let
this whole thing go.

- Well, I wouldn't
you ran into me.

- Well, you slammed on
your brakes for no reason.

- I slammed on my brakes
to avoid hitting that kid!

- [Victor] You pulled
out without looking.

- Should we just call
them over and fill out

an accident report?

- No, I'm sorry, we
don't need to do that.

Let me check my glove
compartment, just
wait here, okay?

Shoot.

[suspenseful music]

[dramatic music]

[camera clicking]

What are you doing?

- [Christine] It's for
the insurance claim.

- You know we don't
need to do that,

we can handle this
ourselves here.

[dramatic music]

- [Christine] Brunel Global
Securities, which one are you?

- Raymond Brunel.

- We're neighbors, 210
Granville, 200 Granville,

we share a garage.

- Yeah.

- [Christine] What happened?

- Trunk popped open, I
guess, when we tapped.

- Weird

- Card?

Thanks.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, you know what?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I lost my temper

it's just, been
one of those days.

- It's okay, I handle
it the same way as you,

just not at night.

- Yeah, how's that?

- Running, 6:00 a.m. every
morning rain or shine.

- Good for you.

- So I'll hear from
you, Mr. Brunel.

- Got your card.

[suspenseful music]

You drive safe.

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

[dramatic music]

[siren blaring]

- We'll maybe get something
off the engine block.

- It's burnt,

but you can probably get
something off the plate.

- Do you mind?

- Sorry.

- Doctor, care to speculate?

- Driving your car into
a rack of propane tanks

is often fatal.

- Throw us a bone.

- Male, Caucasian, 60,
maybe 70s, badly burned.

- Any kinda I.D.?

- Hey Johnson!

Need to get him on the slab.

Have Mcreedy call me when
the body's delivered.

[rock music]

[dramatic music]

[rock music]

- [DJ] And if your
commute's on Baldwin Pass

you're in for some
serious delays,

it's closed between Grace and
Earl due to a fatal car crash

reported as having
taken place last night.

The driver is as
yet unidentified,

police and fire
are on the scene.

Weather and traffic
every 10 minutes

on Seattle's only station
for all news all the time.

And now, from the business
desk, the dollar's made.

[rock music]

[suspenseful music]

- Hi, my name is Victor
Sandeman, I rented a white van

from you on Tuesday.

Right.

I'm gonna need it
for another day.

- Five minutes.

- Do you know where
my eyelash curler is?

There's some stubble on my
left eye I haven't curled yet.

- Under the sink in your
make-up bag by the cotton balls.

- What's it doing where
it's supposed to be?

How am I gonna find anything
if it's right where I left it?

I function best in chaos.

- Maggie, I need to take a
shower in the next 20 minutes.

- Chrissy, I'm having
a little trouble

deciding which of
your shirts to borrow

without your consent.

Ooh, that does smell good.

Thank God you worked
your way through school.

All right, which one?

I'm in a Western paisley,
I'm milking a cow,

and I'm desired by
every man who sees me?

Or...

- Breakfast is served.

- Thank you, or, I'm
argyle golf chic,

I'm supporting a nine
iron and I'm desired by

every woman who sees me?

- Which one of them captures
your unbridled sexual abandon?

- Maybe I should borrow
your blue cashmere?

- You can have my blue cashmere,
I'm not taking it with me.

[speaking in foreign language]

- Dear knight?

- New beginnings,
wanna travel light.

- God, I'm gonna miss you.

I can't believe your wedding
is only four weeks away.

- You can't believe
it, it's my wedding,

there's still so
much left to do.

Oh, by the way, I think
we found a new place.

- Hallelujah, that
was such bad luck

losing that house last week.

- I know, but this one's a loft

in the same building
as Jeff's workshop.

- Mm, sweet.

- And, if we like it and
they accept our application

we can move in this weekend.

And, closer to work.

- Oh yeah, how you getting
on with your new boss,

the dragon lady?

- That was said in a
moment of weakness.

She's tough, but she's good.

I think I'll learn
a lot from her.

- Good morning, Chris,
what's on the calendar?

- Good morning, Ms. Ferris.

Judge Woodruff called,
he says it's urgent.

- He always says that.

- And Mr. Ridgeway
would like to see you

this afternoon
regarding Hartman.

- Here's a corrected draft,

and these are the
relevant sites.

- All right, regarding
Hartman, I want the transcripts

from both days of the
plaintiff's deposition

along with relevant exhibits.

- I thought you
might need those,

they're printing out right now.

- Oh, good.

Well, it's his cellphone usage
that's gonna hang Hartman

so go through has phone bill
from June '01 to April '02.

And I need it on my
desk before lunch.

- I've prepared everything
up 'til March '02

I'll pdf them and also
print out hard copies,

and April '02 will
be ready by 11.

- Chris.

- Yes?

- [Mary] May I ask
you a question?

- Sure.

- Well, it's my experience
that Harry Ridgeway

reads people very well.

Now, he pitched you hard

after I requested
backup on Hartman.

He said that we'd
make a good match,

that we share the same
ethics, same standards.

I didn't ask any
questions, but I took it

with a grain of salt and
I assumed he was biased.

Well, I was wrong
and he was right.

So how is it that someone
with your abilities

is a paralegal and not somebody

that I might face
as opposing council?

- I got sidetracked.

I'm reentering law
school in the fall,

your alma mater, U of W.

- Excuse me, Ms. Ferris,

Judge Woodruff's
clerk's on the phone.

He needs to talk to you,
he says it's urgent.

- All right, put
His Honor through.

We can't have the
Honorable Ben Woodruff

with his panties in a twist.

Hey Chris, why don't
you get suited up

and come with me
to the pretrial?

You can take care
of the exhibits.

- I'd love to, thanks.

- Judge Woodruff,
good morning, sir.

[suspenseful music]

- You know any good lawyers?

- I got us grilled cheese.

[both laughing]

- We have 25 minutes.

- We'll eat fast.

- If this merger came to you
as CEO, would you turn it down?

- Of course not.

- Course not.

You know what?

I think you understand
the business

better than your old man.

- Look, I am very
concerned about this.

- Which you should be,

'cause one day this
company's gonna be yours,

and then what's
it gonna be worth?

Let me tell you something
David, the market's change.

Right now they're in our favor.

- She asked me to accompany
her to the pretrial.

- Ooh, that's great, babe.

I hate to break
it to you though,

these are anything but good
grilled cheese sandwiches.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

- He's like he's
embedded in concrete.

- I mean, they're grilled, yeah,

they're cheese.
- It's old school.

- It is.

- Let me tell you
something, David.

Mr. Brunel
- Where's the love, I ask?

- is basically just
gonna sit around

and wait for some other
man to just do the drop.

- And I've got 45 minutes.

- Make another chart, and we
can talk to him later, hold on.

[cell phone ringing]

Hello.

Yeah, put him through.

Robert Powell, I've been
trying to get him all morning.

Up to his usual tricks.
- So we can move in

right away?

- Yeah, if they love us, yeah.

- How could they not love us?

We're getting married in
four weeks and two days

and we don't have a
roof over our heads.

- We cannot let this
opportunity with O'Neill

slip through our fingers, okay?

I wanna talk to him as soon
as I get back in the office.

Okay.

[upbeat music]

- Hey, right on, two bars!

I have two bars here.

[camera clicking]

- [Christine] Got you.

- Now, we have to record
this very important event.

- I agree completely.

- [Jeff] One bar,
reception's terrible.

- [Christine] Ooh.

- Hold on, there's
three bars here.

- I got the refrigerator.

- Probably the only place
this thing is gonna work, so.

- [Christine] Nice.

- Hi Mr. Marcus, yeah,
we're already here.

No, no, I can hear you.

This is a great space.

Okay, I understand.

Then I'll get an answer as
soon as I know it, okay?

- I love it.

- So the answer is
that we love it.

And, I will get an application
to you this afternoon, okay?

Great, no, we're
very excited, okay.

Thank you, all right, bye.

Okay, babe, photo op, photo op.

Like they said to
the boys at Iwo Jima,

"You mind hoisting
that flag again?"

- I love it.

- One more.

[upbeat music]

- I love it.

- Oh, that's beautiful.

- I love it.

- Vehicle was registered
to Brunel Global Securities

on Granville.

- Have a look at this tire
tread, the left rear there.

That Lincoln wasn't going

any more than 20,
25 miles an hour.

- He blacked out, maybe?

Like a heart attack?

- Maybe.

Feels it coming on,
tries to slow down.

It really hits him,
and his arm seizes up,

he loses control of the wheel.

- Kaboom.

Maybe.

- Or maybe somebody
just gave him a push.

- CSI delivery.

Contents of the wallet.

- Thank you.

We got a license.

- What about a name?

- Brunel, Raymond F. Brunel.

[rock music]

[dramatic music]

[rock music]

[dramatic music]

[screaming]

- Watch out!

[screaming]

You okay?

Oh, that man was crazy!

He was!

[somber music]

[doorbell buzzing]

- [Maggie] Yeah, hello?

- Maggie, it's Jeff.

- Okay, I'm buzzing you in.

The patient is
resting peacefully

and is expected to
make a full recovery.

- Babe!

Ow!

- I was jogging the bike path,

just about to head
over to West Emerson,

and this van came
out of nowhere.

- Thank God you're all right.

- Yes, it's what you get
for being into health.

No one ever got run
over from sleeping in.

- My endorphins
must be released.

It's what makes me the happy,
unstressed bride-to-be.

- Yeah, you don't
want to see her

when her endorphins
haven't been released.

It is pretty scary.

- You know what was weird, Jeff?

The van never slowed
down or stopped.

It was like he didn't
see me, or didn't care.

- Well, I'm just glad that
you didn't get run over.

- It was the look on that
woman's face that saved me.

It reminded me of New York.

I'm all right.

- No, I'll just leave a message.

Raymond Brunel.

No, no, Brunel, B-R-U-N-E-L.

That's right.

No, I'll just call
back, thank you.

Stupid.

- Calls?

- Yeah, your roommate phoned.

She's gonna grab a
ride with Caroline.

You're expected at
8:00 at Domenico's.

Very trendy.

- My girlfriends are
taking me out to celebrate.

- A bachelorette party?

I love those.

And also, a Mr.
Raymond Brunel called.

- That's the guy who ran
into me, what'd he say?

- "He has to take off
early for the weekend."

"He'll check in
with you on Monday

"and get everything
all squared away,

"but you should feel free to
get any repairs you need done."

"Don't worry about
the estimates."

"He trusts you and thanks you
for being so understanding."

- Did he leave a number?

- I didn't take the
message, Erika did.

I wish he'd run into me.

[phone ringing]

Maybe that's Mr.
Right right now.

Ms. Sternwald's line.

Yeah, hold on one second.

Wrong Mr. Right, it's the groom.

- Hi.

- But listen, we may not
have a dime to our name,

but we now have a
roof over our heads.

- We got it!

- We did.

Application accepted.

I just gave him a check
for first and last.

- We have a home.

- [Dorothy] If you'll
just follow me,

Mr. Brunel's office is just
down this hall and to the left,

second door on the right.

- [Malone] Thank you.

- [Dorothy] You're welcome.

[suspenseful music]

- Dorothy, who are they?

- Police detectives, I have
no idea what they want.

- Thanks Dorothy, I'll find out.

- So, how can I help you?

- You're related
to Raymond Brunel?

- [David] He's my grandfather.

- Mr. Brunel was driving a
2005 champagne-colored Lincoln,

plate number 1-8-0 I-N-W?

- I don't know about that,
but that is the make,

and it is a champagne Lincoln.

[knocking on door]

[suspenseful music]

- Oh, I'm sorry, David.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

- No, Victor, come in.

Victor Sandeman, senior partner.

- Detective Bill
Malone, Seattle P.D.

- [Ed] Detective Ed Reigert.

- Nice to meet you.

Do you want me to?

- Sit.

Please continue, Detective.

This has something to
do with my grandfather.

- Sir, your grandfather's
car was found

just off Baldwin
Drive this morning.

It had crashed into a
propane refilling station.

The driver was
killed in the crash.

We've made a provisional
I.D. of Raymond Brunel

as the driver.

- Oh, my God, I
don't believe this.

He was just driving
to the cabin.

- [Malone] Did your grandfather
have any medical conditions?

Was he on any medications
that you know of?

- He'd had a severe
heart attack last fall.

He was on a daily medication.

- [Malone] Well, we'll
need a family member

to come down to the
coroner's and I.D. the body.

- Mrs. Brunel's in Europe.

Yeah, the police have agreed

not to release Raymond's name

until all family members
have been notified.

But, David's having a hell
of a time reaching her.

I know.

It is a terrible tragedy.

But, truthfully, Mr.
Brunel hasn't been well

since the heart attack.

Yeah, the company was really
being run by David and I.

And we wanted you to know
that despite Raymond's passing

we are still 100%
committed to this merger.

Yeah.

It's what Raymond
would've wanted.

[dramatic music]

- Okay, ladies, I
have an announcement.

Whoever brought this gift

needs to be reprimanded.

- I like the milkmaid.
- This is not okay with me.

- Let's get to the good stuff.

The lovely Christine Sternwald,

the soon-to-be Mrs.
Jeffrey Davis Monroe,

can no longer be
considered a vagrant.

- Yes.

- [Maggie] A roof
over their heads!

- Yes!
- A toast.

- Cheers.
- I got two cups.

[dramatic music]

- [Christine] It's
totally cool, yeah.

So, that will change,
of course, tomorrow,

when the check bounces.

- [Maggie] All right,
and now for the presents.

- [Woman] Oh, what's next?

- Garcon?

Let's top her up.

- Why do I think
I'm gonna need this?

The champagne, I
mean, not the gift.

- Thank you, handsome.

- Okay.

Whoa.

[laughing]

- [Woman] That's nice.

[glass shattering]

- [Maggie] That's so
you have a sexy piece.

Oh my God.
- What is it?

[whistle blowing]

- You blow the whistle,
he'll think it's halftime,

and hit the mute button.

- Oh!

- [Woman] It is a fact that
more children are conceived

during halftime than
at any other time.

- [Woman] Oh my God.

- Let's drink.
- Oh hell.

- "Let's party, girls."

- Yay!

- "There was once
a lady named Chris

"who was given her
very last kiss."

"To old lovers she's deaf
'cause she's crazy for Jeff

"and they've signed
up for marital bliss."

Awe!

I live with a poet and
I didn't even know it.

- [Maggie] Thank you,
I'm very talented.

This just in.

That's so you'll have
something to wear

in your second year of marriage.

If she's drunk and
doesn't pretend anymore.

- Awe.

- [Woman] It's all downhill.

- [Maggie] They'll
have a great sex life.

I'm drunk on life.

- Careful, Maggie, that
taillight is still out.

- Oh, thanks, Jeff.

Bye, Caroline.

- Bye.
- Here's your key.

- Thank you.

- You're the best friend
a girl could have.

- You two have a great
weekend together.

- Mm-hmm, bye.

- Bye, honey, have
fun, I love you.

- Love you.

- [Maggie] Call me on Monday.

- Okay, where to, Captain?

- [Jeff] You like
surprises, don't you?

- I'm marrying you, right?

[Jeff laughing]

- Then you are gonna
love this surprise.

[dramatic music]

- [Christine] That was
a long five minutes.

- Your surprised took
longer than expected.

Come on.
- It's cold out there.

You gotta get your heater
fixed in the truck.

- I will, I promise.

I wanna show you something.

- Is this gonna be crazy?

- [Jeff] Mm-hmm.

[soft music]

- Oh, Jeff.

This is beautiful.

- Can you handle another
glass of champagne?

- Yeah.

Hello, home.

[timer dinging]

- What's that?

- Just a little something
to go with the champagne.

It's hot.

- Wow, so this is it.

- Yes, this is it.

The undisputed, unchallenged

world's greatest
grilled cheese sandwich.

- May I?

- Of course, yeah,
it's just getting cold.

Here, Worcestershire.

- Mm, somethin' somethin'.

- Here's the love.

- This is the greatest
grilled cheese of all time.

♪ Today is ♪

♪ Today is today ♪

♪ I can't try to live forever ♪

♪ Ba da da ♪

♪ I know I'm invincible ♪

♪ I think ♪

[soft music]

- [Jeff] What is it?

- I wanna tell you something
that I never talk about.

- [Jeff] Okay.

- About New York.

Is that okay?

- Sure.

- Okay.

I was stupid on two counts.

The first count, you
don't go running alone

in Central Park
at 10:00 at night.

There were four of them.

I don't remember anything
about the attack.

They told me in the hospital
that's your defense system

looking out for your sanity.

I was lucky.

A good Samaritan came by before
they raped me or killed me.

Never did find out who that was.

I'd still like to thank him.

I was unconscious for six weeks.

The second thing
I was stupid about

was not getting any help.

Instead, I isolated
and just fell apart.

Life was on hold.

[crying]

But thank God for Maggie,

for her kicking my butt
and dragging me out here.

It was good starting over.

New memories.

[sniffing]

New streets.

And then I met you.

I'm like someone who
survived a fatal disease.

Everything tastes sweeter.

Thank you.

[dramatic music]

- Oh, man.

[suspenseful music]

[gasping]

[grunting]

[Maggie crying]

- [Victor] no!

- [Maggie] Let me go!

- No.

[screaming]

[breathing hard]

[heart beating]

[whimpering]

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

[crying]

[dramatic music]

[soft music]

[screw gun popping]

- Morning.

- Good morning.

Did I wake you?

- Nope.

- I'll be finished
here in just a minute.

How long have you
been waiting there?

- Just got here.

I never get the chance
to see you work.

I like it.

What's this?

- That is something
that I picked up

at a garage sale last year.

- "This is the forest primeval."

"The murmuring pines
and the hemlocks

"stand like druids of old."

"Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
Evangeline, 1847."

"V. Lindfors, 1946."

I'm gonna find a place for this

where it gets the
attention it deserves.

- I would like that.

- I love coming here.

Every time, it's like I'm
entering another world.

- Do you know how glad I
am that opposites attract?

- Me too.

I thought I was supposed to
marry someone like my father,

over-worked, over-stressed
type "A" personality.

- So instead of marrying
him, you became him.

- Someone had to be
the son he never had.

But this world of yours
is very seductive.

You're my druid.

- Careful, careful.

This thing really packs a punch.

I shouldn't have put it there.

- You smell so good, like
wood, I love that smell.

- Well that's lucky for me.

You know, some people
are allergic to it.

- Not me.

Everything else,
yes, but not wood.

What's this?

- Well, that's a
piece of Sitka spruce.

It's about 80-years-old,
I would imagine.

You know, some of these trees

can grow to be
about 300 feet tall.

I really like working
with this stuff.

- Could you make a frame for
that picture out of this wood?

- Yeah, I could do that.

I wanna show you something.

[dramatic music]

- Wow.

That's amazing.

- [Jeff] Do you like it?

- Mm-hmm.

- It's not a commission.

Come here, sit, I want you to
try it and see how it feels.

- This fits my tired
old bones just right.

- It does, doesn't it?

And it should.

I took a lot of careful
personal measurements.

- Our first heirloom.

- Mm-hmm.

And I was thinking that
maybe the second one

off the assembly line.

- The bed.

- Mm-hmm.

Which will also require
many personal measurements.

- Maybe we should get
started on those right now.

- Maybe we should.

- Thank you for my lovely chair.

- You're welcome.

- And those exacting
measurements.

- How about I call
you in the morning

and we'll organize
all the movers, huh?

- Okay.

- Goodnight.

[somber music]

[light switch clicking]

- Mags?

[dramatic music]

Maggie?

Mags?

Maggie.

Oh my God.

[crying]

Oh my God!

- Was Ms. Wexler seeing
anyone, Ms. Sternwald?

Old boyfriend or lover who
might have carried a grudge?

- No, she dated,
but no one steady.

- Ex-husband?

- No.

- Well, is there anyone you
can think of, anyone at all,

who might have
reason to harm her?

- No.

But...

- Yes?

- Nothing.

- What do you think
happened, Detective?

- Well, it looks like she walked
in and surprised a burglar.

Just bad luck.

Oh, we're gonna need a
list of what's missing,

and do you have a
contact for next of kin?

- I would like to
make that call.

I think it's better if her
mother hears it from me.

[Christine crying]

[somber music]

I was just thinking
about Maggie's mom

and how sad she
was on the phone.

I miss her so much.

I just keep thinking if
somehow I had been there

I could have done something.

- This is not your fault.

- I don't know, I
feel like it is.

- So she stayed
with me last night,

and we didn't even get
back from the station

until after 2:00.

- Well, obviously, she
needs some time for herself.

- Well, thank you very
much, we appreciate that.

- And have her call me
when she feels up to it.

- I will.

And again, thank you.

[dramatic music]

[high heels clicking on floor]

Sweetheart, where are you going?

- To work.

- I just spoke with your
boss, everything's fine.

There's no need to worry,
and you can take off

as much time as you want.

- If I stay here, I
will just fall apart.

- But you didn't even sleep
10 minutes last night.

- It's better

if I go to work.

- No, no...

- It is, really.

It's all right, I've
already seen it.

[phone ringing]

- Ms. Sternwald's office.

Yes, may I ask who's calling?

Hold, please.

[phone ringing]

- Yeah?

- It's Mr. Brunel.

- Good afternoon. Ms. Sternwald?

[suspenseful music]

Raymond Brunel.

Listen, have you had a chance
to get your car fixed yet?

- [Christine] No,
I'm afraid I haven't.

I have a deadline here at work.

- Okay, but let me run
something past you.

I just got off the
phone with my mechanic,

who, by the way,
does great work.

Now, he'd be willing
to fix your car

and then bill me directly.

That way, I can avoid
the insurance hassle.

Does that work for you?

- I guess so, yeah.

- Well, here's the problem.

He's going on vacation.

- [Christine] When?

- The day after tomorrow.

But he assured me that
if you could get your car

in there today

he could have it ready for you

by end of day tomorrow.

- Mr. Brunel, I'm really busy.

Is there any way...

- I've already arranged for
you to get a loaner from him.

I mean, I really
want to make this

as convenient for
you as possible.

- [Christine] Okay.

- Oh.

Sorry.

- Could I put you on
hold for a minute?

- Absolutely.

- [Christine] Yes, Ms.
Ferris, how can I help you?

- I need the annotated cell
phone bills for Hartman.

I've got Judge Woodruff
on the line for 4:30.

- Yes, I've got them right here.

- Oh, great.

Listen, I'm very sorry to
hear about your friend.

- Thank you.

I've highlighted the
suspicious ones in yellow.

Sorry, Mr. Brunel,
where were we?

- The shop is A-1 Body and
Fender, 187 West Franklin.

Yeah, it's up over the
hill, off Templeton Road.

Ask for Jimmy.

- Jimmy, okay, I'll be
there between six and 6:30.

Thanks.

- Excellent.

[knocking on door]

[dramatic music]

- David, I am so
sorry for your loss.

I can't believe it.

I can't believe that
Raymond's not gonna come

bustling through that
door, all full of ideas,

and energy, and creativity.

I just, I can't believe it.

I am so sorry.

- I reached Grandmother.

She's flying back, she'll
be here this afternoon.

I'll pick her up.

She was stoic.

It's like she expected it.

I guess she's been
preparing herself for this,

at least since the heart attack.

I think she's the only one
of us who faced the reality

after he was sick,
an amazing woman.

- Yes, she is.

And, you'll publish
the obituary tomorrow?

- Yeah.

- Good.

- Oh, why didn't I
prepare myself for this?

I feel...

I feel sucker-punched.

I buried my head in the
sand, and I couldn't imagine

a world without him in it.

- Me too.

I had a question about the
Steadman account this morning,

and I found myself
heading to his office.

Pavlovian.

- [David] Yeah.

- He was a powerful man.

- [David] He sure was.

- Must run in the family.

[dramatic music]

I was heading to his
office this morning,

and then I checked
myself, and found myself

heading to your office, David.

You're the CEO of a
great company now,

and I believe you're the
right man at the right time

for this job.

- You really think so?

- Oh, I know so.

- That means a lot, thank you.

My God, Victor, these
are big shoes to fill.

These are big shoes.

- Then tighten your
shoelaces, David.

This is your time.

- Victor, what
happened to your head?

- You ever leave the
kitchen cupboard door open?

- Oh, man, that
hurts like hell, huh?

- Just stupid.

[laughing]

Just stupid.

So, shall we talk business?

Brunel business?

- Okay, business.

- O'Neill, I checked
the grapevine.

This deal can be salvaged,

but it is gonna take a
decisive move on our part.

We're gonna have
to extend our hand.

- I need a little more
time to think about this.

- Think about what?

- Look, when my grandfather
was making the decisions

it was easy, I could just
sit on the sidelines.

Things are different now.

- Different how?

- I keep thinking about
what he would want me to do,

how he would feel about me
breaking up this company.

This was his whole
life for 50 years.

- Well, I think
it's the right move,

but that is a decision
that's on your shoulders now.

[dramatic music]

- Victor, wait, just...

You really believe this
merger is the right move?

- Yes, I do.

- All right.

Let's make this happen, huh?

- Good.

You call O'Neill.

Get him on the phone, give
him the good news yourself.

And David, those shoes
fit you perfectly.

- Craig, I am so late.

Could you do me a favor?

Call Brunel, get the number for
A-1 Fender on West Franklin.

Tell the mechanic I'm on my way.

- Okay, will do.

- And have a good night.

- All right.

- [Christine] Thanks.

- [Operator]
Directory assistance.

- Yes, can I have the number

for Brunel Global
Securities, please?

[dramatic music]

- Oh, good, I wanted
to talk to you

about the Sandeman account...
- Yeah, Dorothy, I'm late.

- Okay.

- Walk and talk.

- Absolutely.

[cell phone ringing]

- Hello?

- I called Mr. Brunel.

He must have been
gone for the day,

so I left a voice mail.

And I couldn't find
a listing for A-1

on Franklin or
anywhere else, sorry.

Are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm okay, I'm just
in the middle of nowhere.

It's cold, it's dark,
and I want hot soup.

I'll find it, go home.

I'll see you first
thing in the morning.

- All right, goodnight.

[dramatic music]

- Hello?

Hello?

Oh, my God.

- Hey!

What are you doing, lady?

You shouldn't be
around here, no way.

- I'm supposed to
get my car fixed.

- Nobody there, you crazy?

The place is shut up tight,
you shouldn't be around here.

Go home!

Crazy damn woman.

People don't know what the
hell they're doing anymore.

- Sure, I'll just have a look.

Ooh, hold on, hold on.

Chris? Chris?

There's a Mr.
Brunel on the phone.

He's responding to a
message you left last night.

- Great, put him through,
I'll take it right here.

- Okay.

Hello, Mr. Brunel?

I'll just transfer
you, one moment.

- Mr. Brunel, hi.

I got to your mechanic a
little late last night,

but to be honest with you,
it looked like the place

had been closed for
quite some time.

- [David] I'm sorry,

I don't know what you're
talking about Ms. Sternwald.

- [Christine] Is
this Raymond Brunel?

- No, this is David
Brunel, his grandson.

What can I do for you?

- Is Raymond Brunel there?

- What exactly is this about?

- Raymond Brunel
rear-ended me last week.

We've been trying
to make arrangements

to meet to get my car fixed.

- Right up here is fine.

- [Christine] When I
spoke with him yesterday...

- Yesterday?

- Yes, yesterday.

He said that he didn't
want to go through...

- Let me be clear.

You're telling me you
spoke to him yesterday?

- [Victor] Larry, David's
here, I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

- [Larry] Yeah, sure.

- [David] My grandfather died
in a car accident last week.

- [Christine] I'm sorry,
I don't understand.

- No, there's nothing
to understand.

I'm just gonna assume that
this was an honest mistake,

and we need to end
this conversation.

Goodbye, Ms. Sternwald.

I'm so sorry I'm late.

This woman calls and
says that my grandfather

rear-ended her last week,
she talked to him yesterday.

- Really?

Thank you.

Larry O'Neill,
meet David Brunel.

- David, pleasure.

- Good to meet you.

- My condolences.

- Thank you.

- Glad this day has
finally, finally come.

- Yeah, myself as well.

Shall we sit?

- Yeah, let's.

- Yeah, I got us a
booth right over here.

- Great.
- Great.

[suspenseful music]

- [Man] I spoke to
Thompson yesterday.

- [Larry] Thank you.

- Everything okay?

- Oh, yeah, it's good.

[phone ringing]

- Craig, I need your help.

- [Officer] Hey, Malone,
look at this coloring.

- Wow, maybe a week old?

- No, more.

- Officer, get Reigert
to call Jetwan.

We're gonna need some
additional lab work.

- "Raymond Franklin Brunel."

"Age 75, died in a car
accident on December 7, 2005."

"He is survived by
his wife, Margaret,

"and his grandson,
David Brunel."

- Okay, The Raymond Brunel
I met was no 75 years old.

- Or next time he
calls, we need to get

his plastic surgeon's number.

- Maybe.

Let's see what this
Mr. Brunel looks like.

- Blood splatter.

Whose blood?

The trunk was right here.

- Yeah.

- We need another
look at that car.

[dramatic music]

- It's not the same man.

- [Malone] Thanks for
seeing us today, Mr. Brunel.

I apologize for
any inconvenience,

but we think it's important.

- [David] I appreciate
you keeping us up to date.

- Mr. Brunel, as a result
of the coroner's findings

we are treating
your grandfather's
death as a homicide.

- What?

- The multiple contusions on
the left side of his skull

appear to be blows
struck with maximum force

by an assailant.

- Oh, my God.

- Homicide?

Raymond Brunel didn't have
an enemy in the world.

- I'm gonna have
to ask both of you

where you were the
night of the incident?

- We've checked the parking
garage security tapes,

so we know you left at 6:15.

- Yeah, I was having
dinner with some friends

from about 7:30 till 11:00.

- Okay, we'll need names

and contact
information, Mr. Brunel.

- [David] Of course.

- Mr. Sandeman?

- I left about 8:30.

- "8:35, 35 minutes
before Mr. Brunel."

- And you went?

- Straight home.

- We're gonna need to access

company employees and records.

- [David] I'll get
you whatever you need.

Detective Malone, when
can we make arrangements

for the funeral?

My grandmother's anxious
to take care of it.

- [Malone] As soon as we get
a release from the coroner,

we'll let you know.

- So who is this guy?

- Well, that's the
$64,000 question.

The guy who busted my
tail light on December 7th

was driving a
champagne-colored Lincoln.

He says he's Raymond Brunel.

He shows me proof of insurance

with Raymond
Brunel's name on it,

and I'd say he looked
a healthy 35, maybe 40.

That same guy, he sounded
the same to me, anyway,

calls me this Monday,
the 12th, and says,

"Hello, I'm Raymond Brunel."

- And somehow he convinces you

that you need to get
your car fixed in an area

that's perfect if you want
to buy methamphetamines.

- The plot thickens.

Today I speak to
someone who says

he's Raymond Brunel's
grandson, David.

According to David, Brunel
the elder was killed

in a car accident
on December 7th.

So who's the guy I spoke
to this Monday, the 12th?

I check the computer.

Up pops a picture of Raymond
Brunel, 75 if he's a day.

Not the 35-year-old
who rear-ended me.

You make a mean
martini, any refills?

[chuckling]

- I gotta warn you,
life seems focused

when you're seated,
but when you stand up,

it changes dramatically.

And I don't mean
dramatic in a good way.

- Listen, Jeff,

I think this whole
thing is connected.

I have a fender
bender with a guy

who says he's someone he's not.

Then I almost get run
over by a white van.

Then poor Maggie.

Then the same guy sends
me to get my car fixed

in a neighborhood where
they never find the body,

and there's a white
van parked there.

- Did you talk to
Detective Douglas today?

What does she think
of your theories?

- Detective Douglas
thinks I'm nuts.

Apparently, so do you.

- I didn't say that.

- Right, you didn't verbalize
it, but that's what you think.

- No, that is not what I think.

What I think is that you're
playing armchair detective

with this whole thing...

- I'm not playing armchair...

- Chris, maybe Brunel's
chauffeur was driving the car,

or maybe it was Brunel's
grandson, and I gotta tell you,

there's got to be at
least 10,000 white vans

in the greater Seattle area.

- Well, I'm only
talking about one.

And what about Maggie?

- You heard what
the police said,

that this was a robbery,
end of story, case closed...

- No, not "End of story."

Maggie was murdered,
and I think...

Oh, forget it.

- [Jeff] What? Tell me.

- I think the
burglary was faked.

- Oh, Chris, come on!

We are getting really close to

the definition of paranoid here.

I think you have a lotta
stress on your plate right now,

with Maggie's death,
your new workload,

trying to find a home.

- That is not what
I'm talking about!

- Can you listen just
for a second to me?

You and I are getting
married in four weeks time,

and that's huge.

It would be absolutely normal

for you to have
last-minute jitters.

- Don't patronize me.

This is not just a feeling
in my gut, an instinct.

I think I'm in danger.

Yes, it's circumstantial,
but that doesn't mean

it's not valid, and all
you can do is dismiss it?

Shrug it off as if I'm some
sort of hysterical neurotic?

You should trust my
intelligence, Jeff.

- [Jeff] Chris,
where are you going?

- [Christine] I can't stay here.

- [Jeff] Chris.

- Taxi!

Taxi!

Hey!

[suspenseful music]

[cell phone keypad beeping]

Hello?

Hi, I need a taxi.

Can you hear me?

Hello?

You're breaking up.

Damn it!

Damn it.

[cell phone keypad beeping]

Hello, hi, I'm at
Drake and First.

No, I can't hear you.

Come on.
- Chris, what are you doing?

- [Christine] Failing
at calling a cab.

- [Jeff] Please, get in the car.

- [Christine] No!

- Come on, Chris.

Let's go home.

- [Christine] No, I'm
fine, I'm taking a cab.

- [Jeff] Chris, please,
get in the truck.

- [Christine] Let go of me!

- You're acting like
a crazy person, Chris.

- Oh, crazy and paranoid,
that's quite a laundry list.

- I didn't say you were crazy,
I said you're acting crazy.

- No, what's going on
here is that you think

what happened to me three
years ago in Central Park

is distorting my
ability to see reality.

Right?

- Yeah, I do.

- Taxi!

Go to hell.

Hey!
- You know what?

I didn't deserve that.

- [Christine] Matter of opinion.

- [David] And if
you wanna talk to me

I will be back at our loft.

- [Christine] Enjoy yourself.

[thunder clapping]

- [Larry] Made the
adjustments you requested,

it's printing out now.

- [Victor] Excellent,
Mr. O'Neill.

- [Larry] We should be
there no later than 11:00.

- Yeah, I'll see you at
the office in an hour.

- [Larry] And smoking
Cohibas by lunch.

[chuckling]

- I'm looking forward to it.

- [Larry] Yeah, me too.

- Great.

[suspenseful music]

- [Christine] I'd like a
word with Mr. Brunel, please.

- [Dorothy] Certainly.

Is he expecting you?

- No, he's not.

It will only take five minutes.

- I'm sorry, I didn't
catch your name.

- My name is
Christine Sternwald.

- Well, Ms. Sternwald, usually,
we have an appointment.

Mr. Sandeman, thank
goodness you're here.

We have a little
problem in reception.

A young woman, she doesn't
have an appointment,

but she insists on
seeing Mr. Brunel.

I spoke with her, but she
is adamant about seeing him.

I don't know what to do.

- Did she say what she
wanted to talk to him about?

- No, but she will only
speak with Mr. Brunel,

and she refuses to
leave until she does.

Her name is Christine Sternwald.

- Is David even in yet?

- No, he is due in
shortly, though.

- [Warren] What do you
suggest we do, sir?

- Warren, get your security guys

and have her escorted out of
here, and when she's gone,

I wanna be updated.

- Yes, sir.

- I wasn't sure what to do, sir.

- You did the right thing,
Dorothy, keep me updated.

- [Dorothy] Absolutely,
sir, thank you.

- Let me know when
David arrives.

- [Dorothy] Yes, of course, sir.

- [Christine] This
is a private matter.

I only need 15
minutes of his time.

It is urgent I speak with him.

- Miss, I might as well
stop you right there.

Without an appointment,

there's absolutely
nothing we can do.

- If you don't leave voluntarily

we'll have you arrested and
charged with trespassing.

- I will be more than happy
to let Mr. Brunel know

that you would like to see him.

Now, these gentlemen
will escort you out.

- [Christine] If Mr. Brunel
decides he can't see me, fine.

I will leave.

But please let him
know that I'm here.

We spoke on the phone yesterday.

It's in my phone,
let me show you.

It's Mr. Brunel's number.

- [Dorothy] Please, now, these
gentlemen will show you out.

- [Christine] You're
forcing me out.

- Please, thank you.

- I just wish I could
express to you how...

- We have been through this

and without an appointment
and without you telling me

what this is in regards to...

- Ma'am.
- Mr. Brunel!

I just need a moment

- of your time, sir.
- Ma'am, come along.

- [Dorothy] I am very
sorry, Mr. Brunel.

- Ms. Sternwald, come along.

- Get off of me.
- We have it under control.

- Ma'am, please.

- Ms. Sternwald?

- It's about your grandfather
and the night he died.

- Thank you, Mr.
White, five minutes.

- Is she gone?

- No, Mr. Brunel is meeting
with her in his office.

- What?

- And, he'd like to know
if you'd like to sit in.

- No, no, I'll pass, thanks.

- Okay.

- [David] Just so you're
aware, we will be taping this.

- [Christine] Okay.

- You have five minutes.

- Photos of the
damage to my car.

Photos of the damage to
your grandfather's car.

The driver showed
me an insurance card

and identified himself
as Raymond Brunel.

He didn't have his license,
he said he left it at home.

- If it's substantiated
that my grandfather

was involved and at fault

then we'll be more than happy

to pay for whatever
damages your car sustained.

- [Christine] Is this
your grandfather?

- Yes.

- Well, that's not the
man who rear-ended me.

I've never seen that man before.

- She's after money.

My guess is with a check in her
hand, she'll just disappear.

- See, I don't think so, Victor.

She kept insisting
that my grandfather

was not the man driving the car.

- Well, she can
insist all she wants.

It doesn't make it true.

Did she have a
photograph of this man?

- No.

Warren taped the meeting.

- [Dorothy] Do you
want me to call him?

- Yes, I wanna hear that tape.

And have him run a
background check on her.

- So, I guess I should
call Detective Malone,

tell him about this
woman, this is nuts.

- David, listen to me.

O'Neill and his lawyers
will be here in 15 minutes.

Don't worry about this girl,

I will take care of it.
- Warren I need you to do

a background check.

- You need to
focus on this deal.

- [Dorothy] Christine.

- Okay, 8:35, Sandeman's Jag.

Fast-forward it
for me, will you?

There.

9:08, Corolla, with
a woman driver,

right before Brunel's
Lincoln, 9:12.

- So run the plates.

- Let me read that back to you.

"I'm sorry about last night."

"Please give me a chance to
explain, we need to talk."

"Let's meet at the loft
at six, I love you, Jeff."

Do you wanna leave a number?

No, no problem.

Okay, sir, I'll see that
she gets it, bye-bye.

[dramatic music]

So, what do you
want to do tonight?

I can't eat any food.

You know I'll start
bingeing again.

I know, I already lost
like 15, hold on, hold on,

Ms. Sternwald's here.

Ms. Sternwald?

You got a message.

Ooh, yeah, yeah, I
wanna go see that movie.

- Malone, "Christine
Angela Sternwald,

"2649 Hesby Street,
apartment 24."

- You here to join this
investigation, Eleanor,

or are you just here
to strong-arm me

into buying your daughter's
Girl Scout cookies again?

- Nobody twisted your arm
to buy that second box.

- So, what brings you
to our little corral?

- Well, if you still smoked,

you might have
cracked this case.

While we were enjoying
our nicotine addiction

in the parking lot, we
had a little shop talk.

Seems Ms. Sternwald
has had a busy week.

She was involved in a
homicide this last weekend.

She discovered the
robbery-murder of her roommate.

You won't find her there, she
moved in with her boyfriend.

You're welcome.

- Don't stop smoking.

- [Driver] I'll give
you a hand with those.

- Thanks.

- What you celebrating?

- Oh, this is make-up food.

You know, like kiss and
make up after a fight?

- When we fight, my
wife does the shopping,

but it's for jewelry
and a lawyer.

[chuckling]

Whew, where's your elevator?

- Thanks so much
for trucking this

all the way up here.

- Sitting in a cab,
you get out of shape.

- You can just set that
box on the counter.

- [Driver] Sure.

- You want some water?

- Yeah, please.

- Okay.

- Oh, I got to get
back to the gym.

- Yeah.

Here you go.

- Thank you.

- Okay.

Let's see, what do I owe you?

- 10 bucks.

- Oh, and those last two bags,

you can just put them on
the inside of the door

and close the door
on your way out.

- Great, thanks a lot,
have a good night.

- Bye.

[driver whistling]

[floor boards creaking]

Jeff?

[dramatic music]

Sweetie?

[dramatic music]

[gasping]

- Don't move, don't
move, don't move.

Don't say a word, shut up.

- Leaving the bags

down by the bottom of
the door here, ma'am.

Good luck with the food
thing, it worked for me.

[dramatic music]

- Shut up, don't you say a word.

[groaning]

- Hel...

[screaming]

[gun clicking]

[dramatic music]

[Christine breathing hard]

- Look away.

- Okay.

- Don't judge me.

You cannot judge me.

This is all your fault.

This is your
responsibility, not mine.

- [Christine] Please
don't do this...

- Shut up, shut up, don't
talk and do not look at me!

[crying]

I'm not a killer.

I'm not some psychopath.

[scoffing]

See, you don't understand,
I don't have a choice.

You kept showing up, and
showing up, and showing up.

I didn't wanna hurt anyone,
but you kept showing up.

I was just trying to survive.

- It's not gonna help you...

- Don't talk!

- It is not gonna
help you to kill me.

It's not gonna get
you out of your mess.

Please.

- Shut up!

- Okay, okay,

okay, okay!
- Just shut up!

- You are gonna shut
up, no more talking!

- Please.

Oh, please don't.

- Shut up!

- [Christine] Do not
put on the duct tape

- Shut up.

[Christine muttering]

I can't hear you
when you talk to me!

Do you understand that?

I will not hear you!

I just need to fix this,
I just need time to think.

I need time to think!

God!

[phone ringing]

- Ms. Sternwald's line.

- Hi, is Chris available?

It's Jeff Monroe calling.

- No, Jeff, she left.

She got your message, and
she'll meet you at the loft.

- I didn't leave a message.

- [Craig] The message
you left this afternoon

to meet you at six.

- Well, if she calls back,

would you get her
to call me, please?

Thanks.

- [Victor] God!

[cell phone ringing]

- [Operator] The cellular
customer you have dialed

is away from their
phone or out of.

- Oh, God, so stupid.

God, so stupid,

stupid!

God, why did you have to
be in that parking garage?

Everything was coming together.

It was perfect, every detail,
and then you had to drive by.

[groaning]

I slaved away for 15
years, and for what?

You know, I made bold decisions

only to have people screw me.

I watched the market collapse,
and I lost everything.

But I was back in the
game with this merger.

Oh, I positioned myself
perfectly, $100 million deal.

Every detail.

Do you have a towel?

I was not gonna let
some senile old man

and his clown-faced
grandson stand in the way

of what was right, of what
was mine, and then you,

you couldn't just
walk away, could you?

No.

No, you couldn't just let it go.

Little Miss Nosy and
her crappy little car.

"Where's my insurance?"

Let me tell you
something, sweetheart,

I have worked too long and too
hard to let a nobody like you

stand in the way
of what is right.

Of what is mine!

[doorbell buzzing]

[dramatic music]

- Don't you say a word.

[doorbell buzzing]

[cellphone beeping]

- Come on.

Okay.

[cellphone keypad beeping]

[dramatic music]

- What? What? What?

What? What? What?

No!

- Help!

Help!

Help!

- Shut up, shut up!

- Seattle P.D.!

Come on out with
your arms raised.

- [Christine] No!

[dramatic music]

Watch out!

[clanking]

[cell phone ringing]

[cell phone ringing]

[dramatic music]

- Dammit!

[grunting]

[yelling]

[whimpering]

Oh, oh God.

[groaning]

[moaning]

[dramatic music]

[suspenseful music]

[dramatic music]

[cracking]

Ow!

- Ow!

Ow!

[engine roaring]

[tires squealing]

[grunting]

No!

[Victor yelling]

[Christine screaming]

[tires squealing]

- No!

[breathing hard]

[dramatic music]

[soft music]