All language subtitles for To Love, Honor and Deceive.1996

Adam?

Hello?

Hello?

Is anybody here?

Adam, where are you?

Adam?

Adam!

Adam!

Adam?

Adam?

Adam!

Adam!

Answer me!

Matthew!

Matthew.

Sydney?

Sydney?

Sydney?

What is it?

Oh, god.

I had a bad dream.

Must have been a beauty.

It was
about you and Adam.

I couldn't find
you guys anywhere.

Well, Adam's in bed,
asleep, and I'm downstairs

doing paperwork.

Yeah.

I was just walking all
over the place alone.

Well, not for long.

Keep screaming like that, you'll
have half the police force

here.

Sorry.

You OK?

Yes.

Are you gonna come to bed?

I'll be up soon.

OK.

Thanks.

Uh-huh, yeah.

Well, uh, he was
very interested.

He wants to meet with you.

You already
talked to him about me?

Yes, and he was very interested.

Don't be so surprised.

Ooh, I don't know, Daniel.

I mean, I appreciate
you talking to him.

I really do.

It's just-- it's a big step.

I haven't done any editing
in more than five years.

Well, so think about
it, and we have can--

No, no.
You know what?

I'm going to talk to
Matthew about it tonight.

It's going to be--

it's going to be fine.

It's just a big
change in lifestyle.

We're just talking
about a meeting.

You're right.

I'm not thinking
too clearly today.

I didn't sleep very
well last night.

Well, actually, I'm getting
ready for another meeting right

now.
Oh?

About a job?

No, much more
important than that.

I'll talk to you soon.

Thank you so much.

Mommy!

Hasn't it been
awhile, sweetheart?

Well, yeah, but I am--

well, I was-- a film editor.

I mean, to have a chance to
work on something like this--

I'd be putting together film
biographies of the leading

people of this century.

Ah, ah.

So do it.

Yeah, but also,
projects come and go,

and Adam only grows up once.

So don't do it.

So you don't have any
feelings about it either way?

No, I have feelings
about it both ways.

But it's your call.

Oh, you know
what I really want?

I really just want
to stay home and be

Adam's mother and your wife.

That's what I really want.

Mm, sounds like
you made the call.

Mom!

Oh, I'm sorry.

I forgot you're a big boy.

You can go by yourself.

Have a good day.

Adam-- get good grades, get
into a top graduate school,

and earn lots of
money, all right?

OK, Daddy.

All right.

See you.

I love you.

Love you, too.

Bye.

Bye, Dad!

Hey, you want some pie?

I made it.

Ooh, what kind?

Chocolate with fat-free
pudding and non-dairy,

cholesterol-free cream
cheese and sugar-free crust.

It's good.

Sounds decadent,
but I'll pass.

Yeah, I figured.

When does Matthew get back?

Oh, he got back the
day before yesterday.

He's tired, you know.

The trips to the Orient
are so exhausting for him.

And taking care of Adam by
yourself is a day at the beach?

Hey!

Come here.
Oh, god, you're so heavy.

Sydney, you're a '90s woman.

The 1890s.

You know what?

Don't even start
up with me again.

I know that you don't
understand my situation,

but being partners with
someone is amazing.

Matthew has his role,
and I have my role,

and he takes care of me.

He makes me feel safe.

It works.

Good night, buddy.

Night, Daddy.

Don't forget Charlie and Sophie.

Good night, Charlie.

Good night, Sophie.

He loves the dogs.

They're enormous.

I know they're a little
on the Jurassic Park side.

But they're so cute.

Mm-hmm.

Better hurry up and
finish that, Sydney.

His birthday's only
two months away.

A fifth birthday
is very important.

Matthew?

Sydney?

What do you think about
us inviting your parents

to this birthday party?

Forget it.

You know, they're going to
have to meet their grandson

and their daughter-in-law
eventually.

You know, I thought
we talked about this--

I mean, someday.

--and we agreed not to
talk about it anymore.

Actually, we
didn't really agree.

I just sort of nodded.

Well, sort of come here.

OK.

I'll sort of come there.

Hey.

What are you doing?

I'm, uh, setting
up for the meeting.

What meeting?

To raise money
for Adam's school.

You don't remember that
we discussed this, either.

It's coming back to me.

I was going to suggest that,
uh, maybe we all go sailing.

No.

Oh!

Yeah.

Well, I can't.

I have to do my meeting.

--do your meeting.

I know.

How about I take Adam?

Really?

Yeah.

Hey, Adam?

How about we go catch
Mommy some fish, huh?

- Yes!
- Yes?

Does that sound good?

Oh, I think
that's a great idea.

Yes.

That'll give my two favorite
men some quality time together.

Of course, that's one,
two, three, four--

very good.

Ah.

Hey, you gonna help
Daddy steer the boat?

- Throw those in.
- Aye aye, captain.

Car seat.

Have you checked the forecast?

Looks like it might
cloud up a little bit.

It's gonna be beautiful.

You have a good
day, all right?

I'll be thinking about
you every second.

Give me a kiss.

Buckle up, buddy.

That's all I get?

Bye.

Seat belt.

See you later.

Bye.

Bye, Mommy!

These look great.

Did you make them yourself?

Of course I did.

Is there any other way?

For me, there is.

Oh, wow.

I hope the storm holds off.

I forgot to close the windows.

Is there supposed
to be a storm?

Yeah.

Matthew took Adam
out on the boat.

I'm sure he'll be careful.

Yeah, of course, he will.

Daddy!

It's OK, Adam.

It's just a little
rough weather.

We'll be all right.

You'll be OK.

Hang on tight.

I-- I-- I know that
you said you'd call me back,

but do you realize
it's been four hours?

No, no, trust me.

It's been four hours.

Well, yes, I realize I could
speak to the Coast Guard

because I've already
spoken to them six times.

So if you would just listen
to what-- if you would--

if you would just--
no!

Listen to me.

If you would listen to
me for just a second!

What I'm trying
to explain to you

is that my family is out there.

Tropical
Storm Nora is on the way.

Back to you, Sally.

Police have confirmed

that a man and his four-year-old
son have been reported missing.

Their names are being withheld
as the Coast Guard conducts

an intensive search.

Additionally, there are reports
of widespread power outages

along the coast.

Are
you Mrs. Carpenter?

I'm Mrs. Carpenter.

Mrs. Carpenter, my
name is Lieutenant Myers.

Is there any
word on my family?

We've mobilized as many
search craft as we could.

What?

We had no report of a
distress signal at all.

At this time,
all we've found is

wreckage from the boat, some
clothing, a child's sailor's

cap.

No evidence of survivors.

No!

God's children, as
we all know, are never lost.

And Matthew and Adam Carpenter
are truly God's children.

We remember them as they
were, as they always will be--

Matthew, a devoted husband
and father, loving,

dependable, and
responsible, and Adam,

who in his own too-short life
left an indelible impression

on all he touched.

We will remember him forever.

Amen.

Let me drive you home.

I'll drive you home.

Then let's go now.

I need to get out of here.

I paced the halls, hit
the walls, cursed the ceiling.

I held my head on my hands,
shut the feelings down.

I was so afraid of something
so far beyond my control.

I was stranded on the edge
of time, somewhere just

between hell and losing my mind.

People and places in time.

Hi.

Hi.

What can I do for you, ma'am?

I'm looking for Henry
and Ethel Carpenter.

Are they missing?

Um, I don't know.

I've never met them before.

They're my husband's
parents, and I

want to know where they live.

I don't have any idea.

I'm sorry.

Um, maybe if you tell me
why you think they're here,

I'd be able to--

Well, I know that they're
here because they've lived here

for 60 years.

Hold on.

Randy.

Yeah, Billy?

Do you know Henry and--

Ethel.

Ethel Carpenter?

Nope.

I'm sorry, but nobody
by that name lives here--

never did.

Well, I'm
positive this is the place.

Do you think that you could
check Matthew Carpenter just

one more time?

Hmm.

No, not him, either.

That's not possible.

Look, I pretty much
know everybody in town,

and I never heard
of these people.

Oh, oh, I know.

No, you don't.

Have you ever see him?

Can't say as I have.

Is that Henry?

These creeps check
the obituaries.

And when they know people
are at funerals, they--

I just can't believe that
anyone could be so cruel.

I know.

People are animals.

Oh, god.

Why aren't they here yet?

I really want to
get this over with.

You shouldn't have told
them it was an emergency.

It slows them down.

Well, this must be him.

Do you want me
to do the talking?

Thanks.

I gotta start handling
things myself.

Hello, Mrs. Carpenter?

I'm Detective Jim Sanders.

Have you compiled a list
of the missing items?

Um, no.

I think that our
silver set is missing,

but I haven't really quite
figured out what else.

Is that something that
I need to do right now?

Well, yeah, the
sooner the better--

I mean, for insurance
purposes, anyway.

What does your husband
do, Mrs. Carpenter?

Oh, my husband's dead.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Now, what do you do?

Um, I'm a film editor.

Cool.

Well, this definitely looks
like it was a professional job.

That is ridiculous.

We have nothing here that
professionals could possibly

want.

Well, they sure
thought they did.

Right.

Well, maybe you should
go try and catch them,

and then I guess we'd
find out who's right.

Well, I wouldn't count on it.

I mean, I'm going to
bring my people in,

but, uh, I have a feeling that
the only prints in this house

belong to you.

So what should I do?

Well, I'd lock your doors.

Oh, right.

Because professionals don't
know how to pick locks.

Listen, I kind of feel like
you're wasting my time.

So maybe you should actually
go out and do your job

and find these people.

You know, you're right.

I'm going to go form a posse,
and I'm gonna ride after them.

You think this is funny?

No, I don't think it's funny.

But, uh, well, I
think it's upsetting.

I think it's outrageous.

But I've seen it
happen often enough

to know it's very unlikely that
I can do anything about it.

If you'll excuse me,
I'm gonna go clean up.

Oh.

OK.
I'll just, uh, let myself out.

I'll just--

Daniel, I really appreciate
you doing this for me.

I realize it's
probably an imposition.

Nonsense.

Anything I can do to help.

But are you sure you
gave me all the papers?

Yes.

Well, I gave you everything
that I could find.

You know Matthew liked
to handle the finances.

He loved doing that so much.

He was really good at it, and
I was busy most of the time,

anyway, taking care of Adam.

Sydney.

I don't quite know
how to say this,

but I'm afraid that maybe
Matthew wasn't as good at it

as he thought.

What do you mean?

Well, I don't pretend to know
much about the import-export

business Matthew was in.

But these figures show that his
company had been losing money

for quite a while.

It's been draining both of you.

Well, no, Daniel,
I showed you.

I mean, everything
was going so well.

That's what he told me.

Well, there've been cash
withdrawals increasing

in frequency and amounts,
somehow more than could

be explained by the business.

What are you saying?

I'm not saying.

I'm asking.

There are some
obvious questions.

OK.

Then what are you asking?

Sydney, if you don't
want me to handle this, I--

Daniel, please just ask
me the damn questions.

Was your marriage in trouble?

Could Matthew have been
planning to leave you?

No.

Did he have a drug problem?

No.

Daniel, you know that he didn't.

Is it possible that he
was being blackmailed?

No, it's not possible.

No.

I don't-- I don't understand
what you're asking me.

What does any of this
have to do with Matthew?

Matthew took
the money, Sydney.

Over time, he withdrew enough
to leave you nearly broke.

I'm sorry.

That much we know for sure.

Well, then, he had a reason.

Maybe there was a problem, and
he didn't want me to worry.

He was very protective of me.

Matthew was very
protective of me.

Sydney.

Daniel.

He was my husband.

I know how he was.

So obviously, there's
something going on with him,

and I feel so stupid
for not seeing it.

It's not your fault. He only
showed you what he wanted to.

What do you mean?

Well, you know.

Matthew always seemed to me
the type that just wouldn't

let people get too close.

I just think you
should drop it, Sydney.

Just let it go.

No, I can't drop it.

I have to figure out
exactly what was going on.

Talk to me.

Oh.

Yeah, right.

Yeah, patch her through.

Hi.

Uh, I-- I'm glad you called.

I wanted to say that I
was sorry about the--

uh, just going home for dinner.

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Huh.

Well, there's, uh, nothing
like a home-cooked meal.

I'm sorry.

I-- I haven't felt like cooking.

Sorry.

I, uh-- I was just
joking, anyway.

Oh.

It's not a problem.

OK.

Listen, from
everything I told you,

what do you think about
the situation with Matthew?

I don't know.

How much-- how much did
you know about your husband

before you married him?

Well, all I knew
is what he told me.

And none of that seems
to make sense anymore

after I took that
little trip back

to where he said he grew up.

Would you help me make
sense out of this?

Sure.

Yeah.

I mean, I have access
to, uh, anybody.

Yeah, so you know, I'll help
you find out exactly who Matthew

was.

What you got, Rick?

I don't get it, man.

It's crazy.

There's nothing.

It's as if this
guy doesn't exist.

That's impossible.

Yeah, tell me about it.

It's like this guy Carpenter
just dropped right out

of the sky.

Oh.
- Hi.

Your neighbors told
me you went running.

They just didn't
tell me how far.

I'm exhausted driving after you.

Anyway, I'm sorry
to tell you this.

I don't have very good news.

There's no sign of Matthew.

There's no social
security number.

There's no bank records.

Even his fingerprints,
it's all zero.

There's no evidence
that he ever lived.

How is that possible?

Well, it isn't.

So we just keep looking.

I just thought I'd
keep you posted.

Well, thanks, Jim.

I appreciate it.

Thank you, Baker 1.

You're responding
at 1950 08487--

08487.

1950, Baker 1.

Your ETA there?

What are you doing?

Hmm?

Resting.

It's a long ride back.

Mr. Carpenter, this

is Harry down at the boat shop.

I just want to remind you
again that your radio is ready.

It's been more than a month.

Can you please pick it up?

Thank you.

Hi.

Um, this is Mrs. Carpenter.

Is Detective Sanders in?

Yeah, right.

Listen, could you give
him a message for me

as soon as he gets
out of his meeting?

Could you ask him
to please call me?

No, ask him to
please come directly

over to Mrs. Carpenter's
house as soon as he gets this.

Thank you.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.
I called and checked.

I mean, you know Matthew's
an experienced sailor, right?

So he would never go out on
the boat without his radio.

Sydney, what's the difference?

The point is he went
out on that boat.

But maybe he didn't go
out on his own free will.

Sydney, don't do
this to yourself.

No, I'm saying-- listen to me.

Maybe he didn't.

You know, there's so many
other things that could happen.

There's lots of other
things that could happen.

Maybe he did get
caught in the storm,

and maybe it was an accident
like everyone's saying it was.

But maybe something
else happened, you know?

There's other possibilities--
- Sydney

--of things that
could have happened--

Sydney.

--that they haven't
thought of yet.

Stop.

I just need to figure
out what's going on.

I know.

Oh, maybe there
was another radio

in that closet down below.

There was so much
junk down there that--

what?

How'd you know
about the closet?

What?

Well, look, one time,
when Matthew and--

No, no.

You've never been
out on our boat.

Sydney.

Not with me.

Come on.

Remember that time when--

I-- I-- I what?

No, you didn't.

You never went out on
the boat because Matthew

and I discussed it.

It was only our family.

It was Matthew, Adam,
and I-- just our family.

Matthew took you out
on the boat, didn't he?

What?

Remember--

Did you have an
affair with Matthew?

Oh.

You did, didn't you?

What?
What makes you--

Are you going to
lie to me right now?

But is--

Don't you dare
lie to me right now.

Did you have an affair with him?

Did you?

Sydney--

Oh, god.

It-- it was-- it
was three years ago.

And it was just after Gary
and I had the divorce.

And it lasted a very,
very short period of time.

I'm so--

Unbelievable.

Sydney.

My husband and my best friend.

I never knew either one of you.

I want you to get
out of my house.

What?

I want you to get
out of my house.

Get out.

I know, I know.

I'm half an hour late.

I've been out fighting crime.

There we go.

Eh?

Huh?

Well, you're quite
the conversationalist.

Jim, I'm glad you're here.

Meet FBI Special
Agent Kyle Lassiter.

How you doing?

Ah, just fine,
detective, just fine.

Great.

Uh, so, what's up?

Well, Agent Lassiter

tells me you've been making
inquiries about one Matthew

Carpenter?

So I've been checking
some things out, yeah.

Well, so leaving aside the
fact that you never bothered

to tell me what's going on,
the FBI wants you to back off.

It interferes with an
ongoing investigation

within the Bureau.

Mm.

How?

Well, that
doesn't concern you.

Oh, wait a minute.

Obviously, it does
concern me, or you

wouldn't be standing here--

Jim.

--trying to tell me--

Jim, can I
suggest that you simply conduct

your fishing expeditions in
areas where the Bureau's not

involved?

You've
got to back off this, Jim.

I'm not good at
backing off, captain.

I didn't realize it's part
of the job description.

Relax, guys.

It's just the police.

All right.

Oh.

What, you guys
want to go outside?

All right.
Let's go to this door.

Come on.

Yes.

Here you go.

Do what you want.

What's happening?

Watch
your backs, please.

Now, straight ahead.

How's it look?

Not too good.

She really clocked him.

They're taking him
to County General.

Let's go.

Uh, sir, Detective
Barnes is on the way

to question Miss Carpenter.

All right.

Well, you tell him, uh,
we'll meet him downtown.

What was that about?

I need to talk to you
before I talk to them.

Matthew went out on the
boat without his radio.

He was too good of
a sailor to do that.

So exactly what
are you getting at?

If Matthew was
murdered, these people

could be trying to find out
some information that they think

he might have told me.

Well, it's possible.

I mean, Matthew sure is
attracting a lot of attention

for a dead guy.

I mean, the FBI is
leaning on my captain

and telling me to
get off the case.

Do you think we might
be on to something?

Mm-hmm.

So you're trying
to locate Matthew Carpenter,

and you show up
here with his widow?

Small world, ain't it?

Jim, I didn't like that FBI
guy any more than you did.

And I sure don't like
taking orders from him.

But their pull goes
all the way up.

Hey, captain, you
told me to back off.

So I'm officially backing off.

Yeah.

I'm a little more worried
about the unofficial part.

Any ID on the guy
that Sydney knocked out?

Sydney?

Oh, we're on a first-name
basis now, huh?

Well, Sydney took
care of Willie Zimmer.

Who's he?

You know, you should spend
more time out of the robbery

division.

Willie Zimmer, a
significant local muscle

available to the highest bidder.

Now, you tell me, why
would he be after Sydney?

I don't know.

Maybe Barnes'll
beat it out of her.

And so you just never

seen this guy before?

No.

And you don't know why
he was in your house?

No.

So let me just recap.

You have no idea, you can't
imagine, and you don't know.

Excuse me.

Am I the criminal or the victim?

You're acting like
none of the above.

Are we finished?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'll call you if I need you.

I'll wait by the phone.

Thank you so much
for everything.

I want you to feel safe.

Well, I don't
feel safe, anymore.

I just feel scared.

Oh.

Oh.

There you go.

Oh.

Thanks.

All right.

It's--

Huh.

Yeah.

It's Adam.

I miss Adam so much.

I'm going to call
you if I need to.

I promise.

Yeah, OK.

OK.

Dr.
Klein, paging Dr. Klein.

Morning, detective.

Morning, Rick.

How's the patient?

Still in never-never land.

Doc thinks he can come
out of it at any time.

Barnes wants me to question
him the moment he does.

You got anybody on the
street who can tell us

who he was working for?

Got guys on the street
who can tell us anything.

Great.

Let's go find one.

I'll be back in an hour.

Dr. Warner
wanted in radiology, please.

Sydney?

I heard what
happened last night.

I think we should talk.

Not now.

Sydney, it's about Matthew.

And it seemed like all the
way up to the rotator cuff here.

So is this guy a
reliable informant?

Oh, yeah, in a sleazy,
involuntary sort of way.

Paging Dr. Smith.

Line one, please.

Dr. Smith.

Hold it.

Just a second.

Bye.

Are you guarding that room,
or are you waiting for a bus?

Sorry, Sarge.

What are you doing?

Just bringing the
man his breakfast.

Dr.
Jones, surgery, please.

Dr. Jones.

All right.

Go ahead.

And he never mentioned
a town called Chandler?

It's on the Oregon coast.

No.

Why?

Uh, there were three
phone calls to Chandler

on my telephone bill--

long ones.

And I hadn't made them.

Um, it was around the
time Matthew and I--

so I figured he
must have made them.

And I asked him about it,
and he said he hadn't.

I had the phone
company check it out.

The calls were made to a bank.

So you think
Matthew made them?

I'd bet on it.

I don't know if
it means anything.

This could be helpful.

Sydney, I did a terrible,
terrible thing to you.

And I can't change that.

But for what it's
worth, I just want you

to know that I'm so, so sorry.

It's going to take a while.

Yeah.

So what are you going to do now?

I guess I'm just going
to figure all of this out.

OK.

Just head up that tunnel, and
I'll send him down to you.

It ain't right, Willie.

How you doing, Louie?

Oh!

Long time no squeal.

Oh, hey, man, what
do you want now?

We want to talk
about Willie Zimmer.

Willie Zimmer.

Ha.

I heard some broad knocked
him out last night.

- Broad?
- Ah.

- Broad?
- Ow!

- Who you calling a broad?
- OK.

She's not a broad.

OK.

For all I know, she's
the Queen of England.

That's more like it.

All right.

So who's Zimmer
working for, huh?

Oh, no.

I'm not getting near that one.

No, no, no.

Louie, Louie, life is too short
for that kind of attitude.

Here's the deal, Louie--

if we don't get
the name from you,

we get it from somebody else.

And if we do, we put the
word out on the street

that it was you
who fingered him.

Hey, man.

Ah!

It's one of life's
little injustices.

Ah.

If he finds out I told,
he'll have me killed.

Doesn't leave here.

Nick Bennett.

Nick Bennett.

Who?
- Who?

Ow!

Nick Bennett!

Are you sure?

Hey, man, would
I make that up?

No, I don't think you would.

Ah.

You screw up a job, I gotta
blow a whole morning fixing it.

Have a nice flight, Willie.

Down the hall there!

Get security right now.

This is the last of it.

Oh, thank you.

I guess this wasn't such a--

can you make this focus better?

Yeah, sure.

That's the best I can do.

Oh, my god.

Can I get a print of this?

Certainly.

Did you find
everything you need?

Oh, maybe what I need
more than anything else

in the whole entire world.

Sanders.

Jim, Sydney.

Sydney?

Where are you?

I'm at the airport.

Why?

Where are you going?

I'm
going to Chandler, Oregon.

Listen, I think that Matthew
may have faked his death.

I'm coming with you.

No.

My plane leaves in 15 minutes.

You stay here.

Look, I mean, this is
becoming a lot to handle, OK?

I think-- look, Zimmer is dead.

He's dead?

My guess
is that it's Bennett--

Nicholas Bennett.

I mean, this guy is
really hooked up.

He's into smuggling.

Great, so you arrest him,
and then we'll find out

what he knows about Matthew.

No, that's the kicker.

The feds already raided his
operation three weeks ago,

and he slipped out.

My guess is that he's
looking for Matthew.

He must be very
interested in him.

Well, he's out of luck.

Now, why do you say that?

Because I'm going
to find him first.

I'll talk to you soon.

Sydney.

Just calm down.

You're right.

I know
you're right about this.

Can I help you?

Are you Mrs. Buchanan?

Yes.

My name is Sydney Carpenter.

I spoke to you on the phone.

And I told you
not to come here.

I just need a few
minutes of your time.

No.

Uh-uh.

Stuart's been dead
for six years.

I will not let you come
here and reopen this.

Is this him?

That's my husband.

I-- I don't understand.

I'm so sorry.

I think your husband's
alive, and so's my son.

Yeah, Adam's alive.

Sanders.

Sydney, I've, uh, been--

she did?

Well, that's, um--
that's incredible.

Look, I-- I want to see you.

I want you to tell
me everything.

OK.

You like hamburgers?

Are you sure this
is a hamburger?

It used to be.

Is it a little tough?

Not as tough as their fries.

Can we have some more pickles?

Can we get some extra pickles?

Um, so this woman is positive
that Matthew and her husband

are the same person?

She showed me pictures.

There's no doubt about it.

What is she like?

Well, she's like me.

We're a type, you know?

Loyal, trusting, and obedient.

I cannot eat this.

Don't go there, OK?

Just don't.

I love her
like a man possessed.

I stretched the truth,
but you wouldn't rest.

Matthew has my son.

And Lassiter is key.

He's sitting on
this information.

That's right.

So I got to talk to Lassiter.

Wait.

You know what?

There's very little that I don't
think that you're capable of.

But this is a stretch,
even for you-- really.

Why?

All I want to do is talk to him.

He won't meet with you.

Will he meet with you?

Something here--

Yes?

Agent Lassiter's

here to see you, sir.

He says it's important.

As it always is.

I'm sorry to barge
in like this, sir.

Barging in is who
you are, Lassiter.

It defines you.

It's why you are successful.

Just trying to do my job, sir.

Mm-hmm.

Um, I just got a call
from Sanders, the local cop

we had to put a muzzle on.

He wants to see me.

He says he has Carpenter.

I thought Carpenter was dead.

Oh, he is.

He is absolute fish food.

I just think we should check
out Sanders' angle first in case

he knows where Carpenter
hid the evidence.

The evidence you assured me
you're going to find, right?

Yeah, and I will.

I will.

I just-- I think I should talk
to Sanders first, just in case.

I want Bennett.

Yeah, I want him, too, sir.

And just work out the details.

So you're
the Carpenter Sanders

was talking about?

Well, doesn't that figure?

You mean you thought
my husband was alive?

No, ma'am, no.

Your husband is dead, and
you are wasting my time.

Have you heard from
Stuart Buchanan lately?

I have no idea who that is.

I think you do.

I think you know that Matthew
and Stuart Buchanan are

the same person.

Talk.

Talk.

Talk.

Talk, talk, talk, talk to me.

Tell me where my son is.

I am sorry.

I am very sorry, but
I cannot help you.

I don't know.

Look how much I found out,
and all I had was a library.

Hold it.

Hold it.

Yeah, OK.

You give me a few days.

Actually, I'll give you
until tomorrow morning.

Here's my number.

Not that one, OK?

This one.
You did it.

You really did it.

I really did do it, didn't I?

Yeah.

I still need
your help, though.

I am so out of my element here.

I really need to
know what you think

Lassiter's going to do next.

Well, it depends how
deep he's in on this.

Well, have you looked
at the FBI before?

Yeah a few times.

I mean, they're
basically good cops

who operate only in the best
interests of the Bureau.

But it's usually OK.

Well, it's not.

It's not this time.

No, it's definitely not.

--closed
by two hearts.

And the moon outside the
window saw the whole thing.

What?

Oh, I, uh--

The moon
outside the window.

I don't know.

Has anybody told you
how, um, great you are?

But if you could
have stopped yourself--

Yeah, repeatedly.

OK.

You must be
a better man than me,

a better man than me.

It's true I surrender--

I'm definitely going in alone.

Sydney--

Oh, don't start up with
me again, Jim, please.

You've done so much.

And I can't have you putting
your job in jeopardy for me.

Besides, I'm perfectly--

Perfectly capable
of handling this.

I know that.

That's not the point.

It's exactly the point.

OK.

Good luck.

Mrs. Carpenter,
please understand

that the prospect of
a media involvement

is of absolutely
no concern to us.

In fact, you may feel
free to turn to them

whether or not you're
satisfied with what I tell you.

Well, I hope that
that won't be necessary.

Well, that'll be your
decision, now, won't it?

Look, I know you've suffered.

I know your confusion only
adds to that suffering.

I would like to provide
what help I can.

The truth is, Mrs. Carpenter,
your husband was a smuggler--

stolen goods, weapons,
counterfeit currency.

He was not particular about
the type of merchandise.

He had been under our
surveillance for some time,

and his arrest was imminent.

And why did Matthew
leave Chandler?

Well, until yesterday, I
didn't even know he was there.

Apparently, he left Chandler
as the police were closing in,

started a new life,
invented a new identity.

Faked his death.

Yes, apparently so.

The same, however, is not
true in this instance.

How do you know that?

All right.

All right, let me
put it like this.

One, the Coast Guard conducted
an exhaustive investigation.

Two, there were numerous
reports of highly unusual shark

activity in the area where
your husband and little boy

disappeared.

Shall I go on?

Mrs. Carpenter, your
husband broke the law.

He is a criminal.

He severely threatened the
integrity of this country.

Except for yourself, we would
have more reason than anybody

to want to find him.

Are you telling me that
the similarities between this

and Chandler are a coincidence?

My guess would
be that he planned

for it to be another fake.

Perhaps the storm
proved too severe.

It is natural for you to
want to believe otherwise.

But believe me, Mrs.
Carpenter, there

is absolutely no
doubt in my mind

that Matthew Carpenter is dead.

That's what the Chandler
police thought about Stuart

Buchanan, isn't it?

I assure you, ma'am, we
are not the Chandler Police.

Well, I assure you, sir,
that I am not Mary Buchanan.

You're wrong.

I can't live like this.

These people are torturing me.

I can't believe Lassiter sat
there, knowing that my son is

alive, and lied right
through his teeth

and wouldn't tell
me where he is.

Well, some of what
he said must be true.

I mean, Matthew must have
been involved in smuggling

in some form, right?

That-- that would tie
into Nicholas Bennett.

So you think Bennett was
responsible for what happened

in the parking lot?

Oh, yeah, to stop you
from talking to the FBI.

I mean, the idea
of you and the FBI

together could make
Bennett very nervous.

Bennett's the guy that
we need to talk to.

He's a fugitive that
the FBI can't even find.

Yeah, but he should
want to talk to us.

I mean, he obviously thinks
that you know something

that can help him.

Great.

So let's talk to him.

Oh, really?

Just like-- like that?

I know you can arrange it.

What, you think you can
get to me with flattery?

If I have to.

Oh.

But I know that with a
sensitive, strong, you know,

independent, fair-minded--

Mm-hmm.

--guy like yourself,
that won't be necessary.

You'd be surprised.

Coffee?

No, thanks.

All right.

She wants to meet
with Nicholas Bennett?

That's the one.

Can you set it up
as soon as possible?

No problem.

I'll just pick up the
phone, dial a number.

The secretary'll answer,
Mr. Bennett's office.

She'll check his
calendar, and then, she'll

confirm the appointment.

Great.

I mean, he's going to
jump at the chance.

I mean, uh, just spread
the word that she

wants to meet with him.

I mean, leave me out
of it, of course.

Oh.

You're a pain in
the butt, you know?

Yeah, I know.

Can you spread the word?

Yeah, I'll spread the word.

Thanks.

I hate trying to function in
a world I don't even understand.

Oh, my god.

It sounds to me like
you're doing really well.

Only if I find Adam.

I cannot believe that Matthew
subjected my son to this.

And of course, I just
stood by and watched.

You couldn't know
who Matthew was.

You know, I never
even knew who I was.

Sydney, if there's
anything I can do to help.

Sydney?

I need to talk.

Sydney, you don't know what
you're getting yourself into.

Yes, I do.
I asked him for the meeting.

He said yes.

So now you want me to refuse?

Yeah.

If he insists that you come
alone, yeah, you should refuse.

Jim, I'm not refusing.

I'm going, and I'm going alone.

Ah, dammit, Sydney.

You know what?

Bennett is a dangerous man, OK?

He sent a man into your home.

And when that didn't work,
he had the man killed so he

wouldn't talk to the police.

This is a meeting with
a murderer, all right?

It's not a blind date.

Do you have another idea of
how I'm going to find my son?

Yeah.

You, uh-- you-- you
know that I don't.

And you know I have
to do this, then.

I just, uh--

I love-- I--

I, um-- I don't
want to lose you.

I, um-- I don't want
anything to happen to you.

I don't want you
to lose me, either.

But right now, a piece
of me is missing.

I don't know how
I let this happen.

Look, you know what?

That's a separate
issue entirely, OK?

You trusted someone.

Someone betrayed you.

That's not your
fault. You know what?

Uh, you know what?

You know what?

You are, um-- you're, um--
you're-- you're wonderful.

You're, uh-- you're beautiful.

You're-- you're intelligent.

Um--

You know that flattery
only works with men, right?

Well, then, we're
breaking new ground.

All the
reasons we are here

are not always crystal clear.

Did we--

It's so long
since I felt like this.

Was I yours?

Were you mine?

Wish I could stop time.

Days are going by,
Lassiter, and we're not

getting any closer to Bennett.

I'll have him
within a week, sir.

And you will operate within
the rules of the Bureau.

Absolutely.

Good.

Hope this plan of yours
includes extracting a confession

since we seem to be a
little short of evidence.

Believe me, sir, I have
things under control.

Let me make something
perfectly clear, Lassiter.

I know you want my job.

But until you get
it, you answer to me.

And I am running out of
patience, which means

you're running out of time.

Hello?

Get
off at the next exit.

Take a right.

Pull into the shed.

OK.

What's going on?

Your policeman
friend followed you.

Now he's following
somebody else.

This way, we won't be bothered.

Mrs. Carpenter,
nice that we finally meet.

I'm Nicholas Bennett.

Forgive me saying this,
but you're a lovely woman.

I have a hard time picturing
you dispatching my emissary

with that blender.

Well, I have a
hard time picturing

you having him killed.

Ha ha.

Society will recover,
I assure you.

You're aware that your husband
did not die in these waters?

I don't care about my husband.

I'm looking for my son.

So I understand.

It's inexcusable that he's
been dragged into this.

Is Adam alive?

He certainly is.

I need to find him.

And I must find your husband.

If I knew where he was,
I'd have my son back.

I believe you would.

Will you tell
me about Matthew?

Your husband is
an undercover operative

for the FBI, although
now it appears

he's gone off on his own.

I had no idea.

He could be quite convincing.

He is responsible for
my current predicament.

So the FBI knows
that my son's alive?

Of course.

And Lassiter
lied right to my face.

Shocking.

When you find my husband,
are you going to kill him?

That pleasure will
merely be a bonus.

He has certain evidence--

tape recordings, ledgers-- that
could cause some discomfort

to myself and my colleagues.

Mr. Bennett, I
want my son back.

That's all I care about.

I'll do anything.

I want his father dead.

That is all I care about.

Hopefully, our goals will
not prove incompatible.

Don't hurt my son.

Mrs.
Carpenter, I have

no interest in killing your
son nor in keeping him alive.

But if I must kill him, I will
feel remorse no longer than it

takes him to hit the floor.

Take her back.

No.

You don't seem to understand.

I have what you need,
and you're going to pay,

or you're never going to see it.

That's because the
rules have changed.

This isn't a witness
protection program anymore.

Daddy, Daddy.

Hang on.

Adam, Daddy's busy.

The TV's all fuzzy.

Not now, Adam.

But Daddy.

Not now!

No.

I will tell you how we'll make
the exchange when you have

the money.

And don't try to figure out
where I am because I won't be

here long.

And in case you're trying
to trace the call--

Hey, Adam, hey.

Sorry I yelled.

I was mad at somebody
else, but I yelled at you.

I didn't do anything wrong.

No, you didn't.

You're a good boy.

I'm the bad boy.

Daddy's a very, very bad boy.

Daddy, go to your room.

Jim.

Jim!

Guess what?

Guess what happened?

Oh, my god.

I thought I was never
going to see you again.

Adam's alive.

Bennett confirmed it.

Ah.

Oh, does Bennett know
where he is, huh?

No.

But I bet Lassiter does.

Oh, god.

We can't let this happen.

We won't, OK?

We won't.

We're going to find Adam, OK?

I promise you, all right?

I think I have an idea.

I just want you to--

OK, just sit down here,
and I'll take your coat.

You're not going to believe
this, and it's right here.

Perfect.

It's about a guy in Kansas
who's in the same situation

that we are.
- Really?

Well, not exactly
the same situation.

He's a farmer, so he's having
a problem with the Department

of Agriculture, not the FBI.
Sydney.

They're investigating
him for crops, of course,

because he's a farmer.

And they won't tell
him what they're doing.

So?

So he sued them under the
Freedom of Information Act,

and he won.

Huh.

You understand, right?

So they had to give him
what they had on him.

Yeah.
- See?

No, it's not-- no,
that's not it, either.

There you go.

So?

So what do you think?

Well, I mean, it works for me.

I think I got a guy
that could help us, too.

He's a lawyer by the
name of Sammy Forays.

He's defended half the
guys I've ever arrested.

Great.
What's he like?

Oh, he's smart,
real smart-- slimy.

I mean, good slimy, but, uh,
he'll do anything to win.

He sounds perfect.

Yeah, he does.

That's $1.75.

Freedom of
Information Act, huh?

Yeah.
It could work, right?

Yeah, if you want
your kid back in time

to cash his first
Social Security check.

That's not funny.

I can't wait at all.

Look, do you have
any way to speed it up?

Yeah, it can't be done.

Ed, you lose another one, huh?

No, they ought to
rename it the Freedom

to Spend the Rest of Your Life
Waiting for Information Act.

Tony, how are you?

Nope.

That's not the way I'd do it.

You got a better way?

Hey, what, do you think I got
my law degree at a poker game?

OK.
So what is it?

What can we do?

Well, what we can do is we
can sue their bureaucratic butts

off.
- For what?

What?

For whatever, for, uh,
conspiracy, deprivation

of rights, sexual harassment,
animal cruelty-- for whatever.

The point is we get
a discovery hearing.

This way, there
are no surprises.

And we're going to force
them to testify under oath.

Piece of cake, kids.

Adam.

Hey, Adam, you know the rules.

You're not supposed
to come outside alone.

I was just playing.

There's nobody around
here to play with.

I know.

But we need to play inside, OK?

You won't play with me.

Well, I'm busy.

I'm packing.

Didn't I tell you?

We're going away.

Where to?

Well, it's a surprise, but
it's a really great place.

I miss my mommy
and my doggies, too.

I know you do, buddy.

We'll get you another dog, OK?

No.

I want my doggies.

I know.

I know.

And this man should not be
aiding and abetting a killer.

And the government
that he represents--

my government-- should
not be separating a child

from its mother.

That was a moving
speech, Mr. Forays.

But let me remind you that
this is an informal discovery

hearing.

I am your sole audience, and I
am not a big fan of speeches.

I'm more concerned with facts.

Yes, your honor.

We call Mary Buchanan.

But you are certain that
your husband and the man

identified in the photographs
as Mr. Matthew Carpenter are

the same person?

Absolutely.

No further questions.

Mrs. Buchanan, are
you aware of any contact

between your
husband and the FBI?

No.

He never told me
anything like that.

Thank you.

Did you tell the
FBI of your belief

your husband and son
were still alive?

Yes, I told Agent Lassiter.

And he told me that I was wrong.

In fact, he told me that my son
and Matthew had been attacked

by sharks.

Sharks?

Had you had any other
conversations that would shed

light on this matter?

Yes, with Nicholas Bennett.

Objection.

This is not only hearsay,
and therefore inadmissible,

but may also be criminal, since
Nicholas Bennett is a fugitive.

Miss Carpenter had a duty
to report such a meeting

to the authorities.

Your honor, what
I'm trying to--

Sustained.

Mrs. Carpenter, tell the court
why you believe your husband

and son are still alive.

I know that Matthew wouldn't
have gone out on that boat

without his radio.

And I know that he faked
his death in this same way

once before.

Well, Matthew Carpenter's
entire life was a lie.

Anything else?

Um, yes.

I have a feeling.

I guess you could call
it mother's intuition.

I just know with all of my heart
that my son is still alive.

Hey, why's everybody
looking so gloomy?

It's going great.

It doesn't feel like
it's going so great.

Yeah?

Well, just wait till we get
Agent Lassiter on the stand.

What if he lies?

No, no.

He'll never lie.

He could go to jail for that.

An FBI agent wouldn't have much
fun in jail, that's for sure.

Yes, Matthew Car--

yes, Matthew Carpenter was
smuggling illegal contraband

into this country.

And did you stop
any investigation

into his activities
after his death?

Well, we made the request
of local law enforcement.

Of course, we can't
order them to stop.

Why did you do that?

Well, it was and is
an ongoing investigation

within the Bureau.

Other suspects were involved.

We didn't want to tip them off.

Are there documents
relating to this investigation

that you presented to the
court to be examined in camera?

Yes.

Agent Lassiter, do
you have any information which

would indicate that Matthew
and Adam Carpenter are alive?

No, ma'am, none at all.

So you have two
seats tomorrow in first class

for the 5:00 PM flight?

Great.

I'll take those for, uh,
for my son and myself.

The name is Thomas,
Richard and David Thomas.

The plaintiff presents
an interesting argument

for the possibility
that Matthew Carpenter

might have faked the death
of himself and his son.

The court even considers
this a probable event.

However, nothing said in
this court and nothing

in the documents I
have examined begins

to indicate that the FBI
has knowledge of the status

or whereabouts of
these two people.

Therefore, I am compelled to
deny the request for discovery.

I can't believe he lied.

He sat on our witness
stand, and he flat-out lied.

I gotta go down to the
station for a little while.

I'll drop you off.

Ah, Jimmy, I'm
going right by there.

I'll take you.

Hey!

Pull over!

Please!

Pull your car over to
the side of the road!

Pull over to the
side of the road!

I don't believe this.

What are you going to do now,
Mr. Lassiter, give me a ticket?

Would you come
with me, please?

We can leave your car here.
You come back and get it later.

Oh.

Where would you
think we'd be going?

To talk.

I heard you talk enough today.

OK, look, I know
it's difficult for you

to do this at this point.

But would you please trust me
for the sake of your son, OK?

My mother used to bring
me to a place like this

when I was a child.

She'd tell me about all the
things she wanted for me,

her dreams, about what
a jerk my father was.

You said that
you had something

to tell me about my son?

Yeah.

I received new
information yesterday.

You've been right all along.

Your son is alive.

You know this?

We haven't found him
yet, but we're very close.

I lied in that courtroom today.

Yeah.

I know that I broke the law.

And, um, this is
something I will regret

doing for the rest of my life.

Why are you
telling me this now?

Your husband is a
con-man, Mrs. Carpenter,

the best of his kind.

This time, he has
conned us both.

See, we paid him a
great deal of money

to help us find
Nicholas Bennett.

Now, he wants more
money from us in return

for the evidence he's acquired.

So when you find him, why
don't you just pick him up?

No, we can't.

We have to wait.

You see, he's hidden
the evidence elsewhere.

He's playing with us.

He has the upper hand because
he knows how badly we want

Bennett.

Are you going to tell
me where my son is?

I will.

That's why I brought you here.

But that's all I can do for you.

You understand if any-- if
anybody finds out what I've

told you here, that
I've been with you here,

I will lose my job.

I-- I-- I-- I will probably end
up going to jail for perjury.

I won't tell anyone.

All I want is my son back.

I know you do.

I don't have, um,
an exact location.

I will call you with it
tomorrow morning at 8:00.

Well, is it near here?

It's quite close, I believe.

Maybe we should,
um, get out of here.

OK.

But you're going to call me at
8 o'clock in the morning, right?

I will.

But you come alone--

alone.

No one else can know about this.

You understand?

Your son's life
may depend on it.

I understand.

Hello?

Yes.

I understand.

Make sure she does
not become aware of us.

No problem, Mr.
Bennett, no problem at all.

This is not a woman
to be underestimated.

Go out that way
and ..

Mommy?

Adam.

Mommy!

Adam.

Oh!

Let me look at you.

Oh.

You've gotten so big.

Daddy told me you were dead.

Daddy was wrong, sweetheart.

Daddy was very wrong.

Sydney?

Can't say I'm
surprised to see you.

Really?

I thought you would be, with
me being deceased and all.

Adam, where's your room?

OK.

Come here.

I want you to go get
your stuff together, OK?

Because we're going to leave.

Why, Matthew?

Why'd you do it?

For money, for
fun, for excitement.

It's what I do.

My lifestyle is to change lives.

No, I meant why'd
you take Adam?

He's my son.

I love him.

There was no way I was
going to leave him behind.

Well, he's coming
home with me now.

No, Sydney.

I know how you feel,
and believe me,

I don't enjoy doing this to you.

But you can't possibly
think that I'm

going to let you take him.

I'll tell you exactly what
I think, you son of a bitch.

How nice to see you.

What happened, Mommy?

Adam, stay in your room.

You can go home
as soon as we leave.

Let's go.

They forced me to do it.

Lassiter got his hooks--
- Huh?

- He got his hooks--
- What?

All right,
everybody down!

Don't move.

Don't move at all!

Well, well, well, well, well.

Well done.

Oh, don't you just love it when
a great plan comes together?

Hello, Matthew.

Hello, Mrs. Carpenter.

Why don't you guys take
the trash out and read them

their rights?

Thank you.

Good job, fellas.

--silence.

If you give up the
right to remain silent--

So where were we?

You set me up.

You knew Bennett was
going to follow me.

That's the only
reason why you told me

my son was here-- because you
knew you could catch Bennett.

Precisely.

And you played your part
to perfection, my dear.

How did you find me?

How did I find you?

Just exactly who do you think
you're dealing with here, hmm?

Hmm?

I've known where
you were all along.

And I have just been waiting
for the perfect opportunity

to use you to draw
out Mr. Bennett.

Bigger career boost this way.

I have the evidence hidden.

Yes.

I know you do.

And you'll produce it, and
you'll turn it over to me.

Or if you'd rather, you can
face kidnapping and smuggling

charges.

Your choice.

Only if I can keep my son.

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.

OK.

OK.

Done.

I'm sorry.

That's just the way
this game works.

You see, your husband and
I, we go back a long way.

We worked together in Chandler.

That was back in the day
when I could rely on him.

Isn't that right, Matthew?

You're gonna let
him take my son again?

It's like this.

You see, I need him.

I don't need you.

It's not fair.

It just is.

You believe this guy?

Amazing.

And our taxes pay his salary.

What was that?

I don't know.

It sounded like it
came from out there.

Oh.

That's right.

It's director Walters.
That's your boss.

You know, we told him we
were coming down here,

and he wanted to tag along.

I guess he wants to give you
that promotion in person.

Oh, and the good-looking
guy standing

next to him, that's Jim.

He's a special friend of mine.

How special?

We'll talk about it later.

No, I mean, this
isn't the time to talk.

But special or special special?

Now, what the hell do
you think you're doing?

Actually, it's what I've
already done, Matthew.

They heard everything
that's gone on in here.

And Lassiter, you perjured
yourself in that hearing,

and you withheld information
about a kidnapping.

Last time I checked,
those were both felonies.

If you two will excuse me--

--I'm going to go get my son.

You got it?

All right.

Mommy's alive, Daddy.

Hey, it's
just wonderful, Adam.

I'm going home now.

I know.

Can you come?

No, I can't.

I have to stay here.

But you know, you're going to be
very, very happy because you're

going to have your
doggies, and you're

going to have your
friends, and you're

going to have your mommy.

And even though
I can't be there,

I'm always going
to be your daddy.

Come on, Adam.

Come on.

Ready to go home?

Ready.

So Charlie and Sophie
have gotten bigger.

- They have?
- Yeah.

I don't know.

I think they might be dinosaurs.

I think so, too.

Adam, this is my friend, Jim.

Hey.

Hi.

Jim, this is my son, Adam.

Wow.

Your mother's told
me all about you.

Oh, you know what?

I have something for you.

My hat!

Yeah.

Where'd you get that?

Coast Guard gave it to me.

I was just waiting
for the right moment.

Hey.

Aye aye, captain.

OK.

Let's go home.

We got a birthday party to plan.

Come on.

Roar.