All language subtitles for Perfect Plan (2010) _ ENG

(Insects chirping)

(Metal scraping)

- Are you OK?

I heard a sound.

Did you
hear something?

(Gasps)

(Screaming)

(Panting)

(Car honking)

(Honking)

(Birds chirping)

- This is one of the best
neighbourhoods in Chicago.

It's got
great shopping

and restaurants
and schools.

Ha! They are some of
the best in the city.

- I don't have kids.

- Well, then there is plenty
of time to shop and eat out.

Like I said,
this is a steal.

The owners they've
already, you know,

lowered their
asking price,

and they are
super motivated.

- Yeah, I bet they
are in this market.

- Well, make an offer.

You know,
come in low.

(Clears throat)

There's plenty
of wiggle room.

- Look, I don't
want to waste your time.

I'm not about
to make an offer

on a property that will be
in foreclosure soon.

I'm just
checking it out,

I'll see if I'm gonna
want to make a bid.

- Did your homework, huh?

Well, the owners haven't
hit bottom yet,

and for all we know,
the market hasn't either.

- Oh, I'll take
my chances.

- Well, if you change
your mind, you, uh...

- I got your card.

(Sighing)

(Cell phone ringing)

- Hey, Maddy.

- Hey, how did it go?

- Oh, it could've
been worse.

Five people came through.

None of them
were buying though.

They already
smelled foreclosure.

- So how could it
have been worse?

- Four people could've
come through.

But I gave somebody
my card.

So, you know,
if the market revives then--

- Oh, it'll revive.
Just maybe not in our lifetime.

- And how did it go there?

- I made it through

an exceptionally steamy
romance novel

and got a good start
on the sequel.

Those Victorians, they sure
do know how to, um,

be inventive.

- Don't worry about it.
It's gonna pick up.

- Oh, it'll pick up.
Just maybe not in our--

- OK, you know what?
Thanks, Eeyore. Bye-bye now.

(Chuckling)

- Good night.

- (Whispering):
Man!

(Sighing)

(Sighing)

(Cell phone ringing)

(Ringing)

- Mr. Adams.

Yeah. Yeah, I got a
good start on it today.

Well, the lacquer looks good,
really brings out the grain.

I think you'll be pleased.

Yeah, well, you can come
by any time tomorrow.

I'll be on site all day.

Uh, you'll have to talk to the
other trades about their work.

I just, uh,
I just focus on my own.

OK, you too.

(Beeping)

(Panting)

(Siren in distance)

- Hey, babe.

- Aren't you making dinner?

- What?

- I thought you were
gonna make dinner.

- Uh...

(Sighing)

Let's go
out tonight.

It's been forever
since we went out.

- How did it go today?

- Uh, well, you know,

some days you conquer
the blank page

and some days
it conquers you.

- Francois, you're a writer
who isn't writing

and therefore
isn't selling.

And I haven't moved
a property in 4 months.

That's why we don't eat out.

- We'll put it on plastic.

- We don't have
disposable income.

We don't have income.

You know, I'll just--
I'll make something.

- No, no, no...

Don't do that.
I'll feel guilty.

(Sighing)

(Drawer opening,
dishes clinking)

- You think it's a coincidence
Sudoku became really popular

just as the economy tanked

and suddenly everyone has all
this free time on their hands?

I don't think so!

- What you doing?

- Tweaking the website.

- Ooh!

- I look fat.

- It's the Internet.
It adds 10 pounds.

- I thought that
was television.

- Ah, it's the
same difference.

- Liar.

- Girl, you are in
the wrong business.

You should be
designing Web pages.

- This is just
cut and paste.

- But it's knowing
what to cut and paste.

- My cousin is
a web designer

and her business
is down, too, so...

- How encouraging.

You know what?

There is only one known
cure for my anxiety,

and my biological clock
says it's time for lunch.

Can I bring you
something back?

- No, I'm good.

- Bye!

- What did you forget?

- Uh, nothing as far
as I can tell.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Um...

(Chuckles nervously)

Hi! I'm Lauren Baker.

- Sean Crawford.

- Ah! What can I do
for you, Mr. Crawford?

- Well, you can start

by calling me Sean.

- Oh, well, what can
I do for you, Sean?

- Tell me
you're a realtor.

- I'm a realtor.

- Then I've come to
the right place.

- Are you buying
or selling?

- Selling.

- OK, and commercial
or residential?

- Uh, residential.

- Great.

Is it an apartment
or a house?

- It's a house.

- OK, and the address?

- 153 Renwood.

- That's a
Burr Ridge address.

- You know your market.

- Uh, is it a single family?

- Yes.

Um, you're gonna need the specs,
and there's a lot of them.

It would probably be easier
if I just showed you the house.

- OK.

- OK, when would
be a good time?

(Chuckling)

- Mr. Crawford...

Sean.

I'm a realtor.

It's always a good time
to see a Burr Ridge house.

- This is it.

(Over phone): I just wanted you
to get the full impact

of the curb appeal.

- Wow!

Yeah, curb appeal
and then some.

- All right, follow me.
We'll park at the back.

- Wow!

- I get that a lot.

- Yeah, I bet.

- My sister and I
inherited the house

when our parents died in
an accident two years ago.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- I'd like to say it was
something tragically romantic,

you know, caught in an
avalanche, scaling Everest.

But no, it was just a
stupid head-on collision

on the Ryan Expressway,

a drunk driver going
in the wrong direction.

- That's terrible.

- Yeah, especially since
Dad was the drunk driver.

But Rebecca and I don't
live here anymore.

I have my own apartment.
She's out in LA.

We would've sold
the place two years ago,

but the estate was
all tied up in litigation

thanks to
the accident.

- Did you grow up here?

- If you can call living
with 2 selfish, neurotic,

insanely narcissistic
parents "growing up".

(Chuckling)

It's a Murano.

Venetian glass.

(Chuckling)

- Yeah, I--I knew that.

- All the zany stuff in
the house is Mom and Dad's.

They loved to travel
to exotic places,

you know, anything to escape the
responsibilities of parenthood.

(Sighing)

I'd like to say I have a lot of
fond memories of this place,

but I don't.

I don't feel
connected to it at all.

- Well, that's too bad,

'cause this is
a beautiful house.

- I dropped them off here
over 3 months ago.

They were gonna hike
south for 6 weeks

and then double back and contact
me to come and pick them up.

But it's been
over a week now,

and I haven't heard
anything from them.

- It's not unusual for there
to be delays on the trail.

It's a long haul.

- Yeah, but see, with them,
it just doesn't seem right.

It doesn't seem
right at all.

- If anything did happen
to them on the trail,

we could be searching
for a while.

- I'll help.

However long
it takes.

They're out
there somewhere.

They gotta be.

- Our inheritance
was substantial,

so we're not looking
to make a killing.

We'd like to price
the house competitively.

- I understand, but this is
a pretty special property.

I mean, houses like this
rarely come on the market.

And as your realtor,
I would recommend that you--

- Uh, who says
you're our realtor?

- Oh. I thought that--

I guess until we sign an
agreement, I'm not.

- Why don't we discuss
it over dinner?

My treat.

Come on, it's the least I can do
since I interrupted your lunch

to show you the house.

And...

You're a very
attractive woman.

I'd like to get
to know you better.

- Look, um...

(Clears throat)

I have a boyfriend.
We live together.

- But you're tempted?

- Sure.

I mean, you're--you're pretty
darn attractive yourself.

And this house represents a huge
potential commission, so...

- Oh, so you would
consider sleeping with me

to get the listing?

- I mean, I might.

Would--would it work?

- It might.

- You know, uh,
Oscar Wilde, he once said

that he could resist
everything but temptation.

But I can.

And, you know, I gotta
look at myself in the mirror.

- Well, from where
I'm standing,

that sounds like
an enjoyable experience.

- You get my point?

- Unfortunately, yeah.

(Sighing)

- Look, I'd really like
this listing, Sean.

And I think I would do
a terrific job.

- I have your card.

(Birds chirping)

- Well...

Let me know.

(Siren in distance)

- Morning!

- Morning, Maddy.

- I'm mad at you.

- Mad at me, why?

- For holding out on me.
I though we were B.F.F.s.

- What are you
talking about?

- François.
- What about François?

- Why didn't you tell me
he's been cheating on you?

- What?

- Why else would he
be buying you roses?

- Oh!

Aw!

It's not from François.

"You can't blame
a guy for trying."

- What guy?

- Our new client.

- You got a listing!

(Laughing)

- Oh boy, did I
get a listing!

I can't believe this!

(Both giggling)

We believe that the price point
on the house is realistic.

It's gettable.

I mean, like I said, houses like
this rarely come on the market.

It's a unique property
and it'll take a unique buyer,

but they're out there.

- OK.

I'll have to run
the numbers by Rebecca,

but I'm good with it.

Uh, no ads and
no public notices.

You know, in this neighbourhood,
it's important to be discreet.

- Oh yes, buyers in this
price range rarely read ads

and they prefer
to work through realtors.

- And don't show on Tuesdays.
That's when the caretaker comes.

- Yeah, got it.

(Cell phone ringing)

- Excuse me.

Hello? Yes.

I was waiting
for your call....

- Do you have any idea what
the commission's gonna be?

- I know. I keep
calculating it in my head.

It's like the decimal's
in the wrong place.

- Hmm!

- That's right.

Trust me, it's an
amazing location.

OK, let us know
if you do.

- No, we can't give you
the exact address

without buyer interest.

The clients wants
to keep it confidential.

Yeah! No, I agree.
Just find us a lucky buyer.

OK.

Yeah, you too.

Wow! There is a lot of
hungry agents out there.

Yeah, if only they had
some qualified

and interested clients.

- Oh, come on. We've only
been at this a week.

Tell me, when was
the last time

that you saw a house of that
quality in that neighbourhood

come on the market?

- I...

Never.

- I understand that
the rich people out there

have a lot less money
than they use to,

just like the rest of us,

but they're still rich.

We'll find a buyer.

- You know what? There is only
one known cure for my anxiety.

- Do you want
some company?

- What, you're coming with me?
You're buying your lunch now?

- Oh, unlike you, I've got some
hope for my economic future.

(Phone ringing)

- If that is my mother,

tell her I've already
gone to lunch.

- In The Loop.
This is Lauren.

Yeah, that's right.

Yes, yes.
It is still available.

Well, uh, what time
works best for you?

Oh, 3:00?
Yeah, that--that's perfect.

OK, is this
your cell number?

All right. OK, then I will
text you the address.

Uh-huh, yeah.
OK, I'll see you there.

That was a
Mr. Ahmad Khashan's secretary.

Apparently he is very interested
in our latest listing.

- Which agency?

- Oh, no,
it's not a agency.

He was referred to us
by the Saudi consulate,

that "harebrained idea" of mine
I think you called it?

- Oh my god!
That's a double commission.

(Laughing)

- Well, he hasn't
bought it yet.

He's just looking.

- He's buying it even
if I have to sleep with him.

- What?

- You are the scruples
half of the team, girl!

(Both giggling)

- And that is a--

- Murano!
Very original.

(Chuckles)

Are they selling
the house furnished?

- Well, that's negotiable.

- And the price.
It's negotiable?

- Ah, up to a point.

Don't need to tell you
how special this house is.

You're not gonna find
another one like it.

- Are there
others interested?

- Of course.

- Show me more.

- OK.

Sean?

Hi, this is Lauren.

Hey, I've got
some good news.

We got an offer.

- Already?
That was fast.

- Yeah, he's offering 10%
below your asking price.

- Ah.

- Well, but--but listen.
It's cash.

- You're kidding me.

- Well, he's motivated.

He's, uh,
the new Saudi consul,

so he's moving with
his family from Riyadh

and so he needs
to move quickly.

And you know what?
He'll even buy the furniture.

- Well, if it's
a cash transaction--

- Escrow will be a breeze.
We can move fast.

- Should we counter?

- Well, you know,
ultimately, that's up to you,

but, uh, I wouldn't be
too aggressive.

If he's the real deal,
he's gonna be the perfect buyer.

- Let me talk to Rebecca,
see what she thinks.

- OK. All right.

(Cell phone beeping)

- Maddy? Hey, are you
sitting down?

Mmm! Something smells good!

- Only the best for
Chicago's finest realtor.

- You-- Oh!

You are so sweet.
Look at these!

- Un Bordeaux.
Your favourite.

- Thank you so much.

- Félicitations.

I knew I picked a winner.

- Mmm!

- Mmm!

- So what are you making?

- Boeuf bourguignon.

- I love beef bourguignon.

- I know.

(Giggles)

** All the love we had

* Is coming back to me

* And it's sweet as can be

* Carried by the wind

* Like an never-ending call

* Whispered to me

* Make it sweet as can be

* Again

* Can't get any better now

* I can wait no more

* Make it sweet as can be

* Again

* Can't get any better now

* Let's not wait no more

* Take me where I love

* Don't ever stop to be

* Careless and free

* Make it sweet as can be

* Again

* Can't get any better now

* I can wait no more *

(Dogs barking)

- At a girl.

- (Woman): This way.

- Easy.

At a girl.

Come on, girl.
Come on.

(Dog barking)

(Man talking, indistinct)

(Dog barking)

Did you find something?
Show me! Show me!

(Dog whining)

Good girl!

- (Whispering): Oh!

- Park to dispatch.

We have a location on
the two missing hikers.

(Bird chirping)

- Dental X-rays should tell us
in a few days if it's them.

- It's them.

I know it's them.

- They've been out there
a month or two at least.

The coroner will determine
approximately when.

Listen, uh, when
he does determine

an approximate
time of death,

you're gonna be
asked to account

for your whereabouts
at that time.

Just giving you a heads-up.

- Yeah, I understand.

- It's been a long time

since anything like this
happened on the trail.

Never on my watch,
that's for sure.

(Ringing)

- Hey.

- Hi, Sean. I'm here
with your attorney.

- Good morning,
Mr. Crawford.

- How does it look?

- We're in great shape.

The title couldn't
be cleaner.

- Fantastic. I'm at the house,
taking inventory.

I should have a price on
the furniture by tomorrow.

- Ask a fair one.
He can afford it.

- So, we're still
on target, amigo?

- Should be. Things move fast
when there's no loan to process.

- I'll have Rebecca
book her flight.

- (Lauren): I'm sorry she has
to fly out for closing.

It's the law.

- It's not a problem.

And listen, I'll have her fly
in the night before.

Let's go out and
celebrate on me.

Bring Maddy, Lauren,
and your boyfriend.

- Thank you!
That's a great idea.

- I appreciate the offer,
Mr. Crawford,

but I have a late
meeting that night.

- Gotta go.
I'll talk to you both later.

Hello!

Can I help you?

- I'm the caretaker, Tom.

- Of course, Tom.

Tom Cross. Hi!

It's me, Sean.

- Sean? I barely
recognize you.

- Eh, it's my
retro-hippy look.

And how long
has it been?

- Ten, fifteen years
at least.

Ever since you went off
to prep school, I guess.

- I was a kid then, Tom.

I grew up.

- Ha! I guess so!

Man, I remember you and
Jimmy kicking soccer balls

out on this drive
like it was yesterday.

- Hey, I thought
you came on Tuesday.

- Usually. Had to switch
things around this week.

- So what are
you doing here?

- We're selling
the place.

- Selling?

- Yeah, I was gonna contact you
when things were finalized.

- Ah

Makes sense.

Houses were meant
to be lived in.

- Exactly.

So how's the family?

- Well, uh, Jimmy's still
here in Chicago.

Has his own place, but he keeps
in touch with the old man.

I'll tell him
you're in town.

You two can have
a beer and catch up.

- Sounds great.

Uh, speaking of beer,
it's 5:00 somewhere.

Why don't you come in?

You and I can have
a beer and catch up.

- Uh, I don't know.

Got a lot of
work to do.

- Yeah, but you're
working for me right now.

(Chuckling)

- I guess I am.

- (Woman): Where is he?
Let's go!

* House

(Laughing)

- (Maddy): At a barn!

(Laughing)

You kind of have
to be there.

- There she is.

- Hey!

(Giggling)

- Everybody,
this is Rebecca.

- Hi!
- Hi!

Lauren, François, Maddy.

- Hi.

- Hi!

- Sit.

- Yes.

- (Sean): So you've recovered
from your flight?

- Almost. I had
a long, soaky bath,

but I could use
some of this. Hmm?

So you must be
the awesome realtors

Sean keeps raving about.

(Lauren laughing)

- Oh, well, it's easy
to be awesome

when you're selling a property
as attractive as yours.

- It is an amazing place.

- You make it back
to Chicago often?

- Not if I can help it.

(Laughing)

- What part of
LA you in?

- Um, the Hills.

- Oh, are you near

to Nichols Canyon?

I have a friend from
college who lives there.

- Yeah! Yeah, yeah,
pretty near.

- Oh, funny!

- So how about you,
Frederick?

- François.

- Oh! I'm sorry!

I am so A.D.D. when
it comes to names.

What do you do?

- I'm a writer.

- Oh, wow!
What have you written?

- I'm best known for
The Fifth Temperament.

It's a novel. It did
well a few years ago.

- Oh!

- He's being modest.
It was a best seller.

- That is so awesome.

- Yeah, but that was then
and this is now.

I'm working
on a new novel.

- Well, you have to
let me know when it's done.

I would love to read it.
I would love to read them both!

- Well!

Tomorrow is
a big day, amigos,

so let's make
tonight a big night!

- (Francois): Santé!
I'll drink to that!

- (Women): Cheers!

* *

* *

- (Lauren):
Are you sure?

- Yeah. Yeah.

One of us has to be bright-eyed
and bushy-tailed in the morning.

Thanks again
for a fun night.

I'll see you both tomorrow.

- Bye-bye.

- Bye!

- They seem to be
hitting it off.

- Yeah and then some.

- François loves
to dance.

But is he as good at resisting
temptation as you are?

- Well, you'll have
to ask him that.

- You sure you don't
want something stronger?

- No, I have to
drive us home.

You know, Sean, I've been
meaning to ask you:

Why did you pick us?

"Experience,
Diligence, Integrity:

"Our credentials
and our promise."

- You checked out
our website?

- I liked your
presentation.

And I wanted
to go low-key.

You know, like I said,
in our neighbourhood,

it's important
to be discreet.

Use one of the
standard realtors,

and within 5 minutes
everybody knows you're selling.

- Well, whatever the reason,
I'm glad you did it.

- It was a real
game-changer for us.

Uh, for me.

It pretty much
saved my ass.

- Well, it's an ass
well worth saving.

- As anyone ever told you
you're an incorrigible flirt?

- Incorrigible flirt?

- Yes!

- That doesn't
sound very sexy.

- Don't worry about it.

You've got
the sexy part covered.

- Didn't work on you.

- Well, if circumstances
would've been different...

- I'll settle for that.

- Seriously, Sean...

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

(Cell phone beeping)

- Yeah, it's me.
Yeah, I just got here.

Of course I called first.

No, there was no answer.

Dad!

No, I don't know.

Look, I'm just gonna
get the spare key

and I'm gonna go
and check it out, all right?

Well, I'll let you know
if I see him.

OK, bye.

Dad! Dad!

- (Woman on CB):
Twenty-five, twenty-two.

- When was the last time
you spoke to your father?

- We, um, we talked
on the phone.

I don't know, maybe
beginning of last week?

- Does he live alone?

- Yeah, he has--
He has for some time

since my mom
and him split up.

That's why I check
on him regularly.

You know,
to make sure he's OK.

- So you spoke to
him last week.

- Yeah, actually, I called him
two days ago and left a message.

When he didn't call back,
I got worried.

He's really good about
returning his messages, so I...

dropped by to see
what he was doing.

- (Man on CB):
No problem.

- Good morning.
Mr. Crawford.

- Good morning.

- And Ms. Crawford.

- How very nice
to meet you.

- I assure you,
the pleasure is all mine.

- All right.
Are you ready?

- Thank you.

- No, thank you.

- Congratulations!

- Congratulations.

- Pinch me.

- Oh, I can do
better than that.

(Cork popping,
both squealing)

(Screaming)

(Laughing)

- How did I do?

- You even had me convinced
you were my sister.

(Giggling)

- Oh!

(Moaning)

Mmm!

(Moaning)

Oh!

(Sighing)

Oh!

(Siren in distance)

- What the hell
was that?

You OK?

- Maddy, have you seen the
newspaper this morning?

Just go and get it.

- "The remains of two hikers
recently discovered

"on the Appalachian Trail

"have been identified as

"those of brother and sister
Sean and Rebecca Crawford."

(Door opening)

- Hello?

Can I help you?

- Who are you?

- Who are you?

- I'm the owner
of this house.

(Scoffs)

- Well, that's impossible.

(Cell phone beeping)

- (Female voice): We're sorry,
but the number you have dialled

is no longer in service.

- What? Damn you, Sean!

- I have a signed contract!

The title and deed
are in my name!

- I understand,
Mr. Khashan--

- I gave them a certified check
for almost $10 million!

- Hello? And you are?

- That's the realtor.

- (Detective):
OK, let her in.

- I gave her and her partner
a large check as well.

- Yeah, I--

- Det. Halverson, CPD.
You are?

- Uh, Lauren Baker.
I represented both parties

in the sale of the house.

- But your sellers weren't
qualified to sell.

They didn't own the house!

- They were imposters,
Lauren.

- But we checked him out.

- No, their attorney did!

- And he was
an imposter too.

They knew
the real Crawfords

wouldn't turn up
to ruin their plan.

- (Ahmad):
Because they killed them!

- I'm Garrett Crawford.

Sean and Rebecca were

my brother and sister.

- My family are already
leaving from Riyadh.

- Listen, I'm sure that we
can work something out.

- You're not working
anything out! Not for me.

You'll be hearing
from my attorneys.

- Now, I've got
a lot of questions

for you and your partner.

- I understand.

- Could you come down
to the station?

- Yeah, of course.

- We'll be in touch.

- Thanks.

(Sighing)

- I am so very sorry
about your brother and sister.

- Thank you.

(Honking)

- Sorry.

Yeah, it's not
any of these people.

- I'm not that surprised.

The real Sean
and Rebecca Crawford

lived in Portland, Oregon.

- So what about the apartment
in Chicago and a house in LA?

- All part of the scam.

But they knew a lot
about the Crawfords,

so it's quite possible that
they weren't from Chicago at all

but came here
from Portland.

- OK, wouldn't Sean,
or whatever his name was,

wouldn't his fingerprints
be at the house?

Or both of theirs
at our office, or...

- We're working on it.

Meanwhile, I'll have one of
our computer sketch artists

contact you to
get composites.

Just let us know if you're
gonna leave town for any reason

and if you do,
how to contact you.

- OK.

- Ms. Baker,
I'm not a realtor,

but from what
you've told me,

it seems that
you're not at fault here.

- So then why does
it feel like I am?

(Sighing)

(Sighing)

- So, uh, the bank called.

Mr. Ahmad's lawyers
have already been in touch

and they've frozen
our account.

- God!

- I spoke to our
malpractice carriers

and our exposure is way
beyond our policy limits.

- So we're screwed.

- Big time.

- I'm so sorry, Maddy.

- Don't you ever.

- Ms. Reynolds?

- I'll call you later.

- Mm-hmm.

- Right
this way.

(Scoffing)

(Clears throat)

- What are you doing?

- Look, I think we've both
known for a long time that--

- You're leaving?

- This isn't working.

- No, no, it was
working two days ago

when I had a huge
commission cheque

that just evaporated.

- This used to be fun,
but people change.

I've changed.

- Oh my god!
There is someone else.

- That's not what
this is about,

but yeah,
there's someone else,

someone who
believes in me.

someone who believes in my work,
someone who can actually--

- Get out!

Get the hell out!

- Fine! No problem!

You know, instead of
judging others,

you should take a look
at yourself, babe.

Maybe there's a
reason you got scammed.

(Growling)

- Go!

God!

(Crying)

(Sobbing)

(Phone ringing)

(Ringing)

(Grumbling)

(Phone beeps)

- Yeah?

- (Maddy): Hey, it's me.
Let me in.

- Hmm.

- Now.

(Phone beeps, buzzing)

(Scoffing)

- God!

(Knocking)

- Hey, I brought you
some breakfast.

- Nice.

(Door closing)

- Secretarial work,
but it's work.

And living with
my mom is tolerable.

Thank you so
much for asking.

- Why was I with him
for 6 months?

- Because he's insanely hot.

(Inhaling sharply)

(French accent): I'm sexy
and I'm French, babe.

Take care of me
and you can thank me later.

- Was I really
that clueless?

- No, but your
hormones were.

(Chuckles)

- Mmm! Yes,
there's a laugh.

That's a start in
the right direction.

And I got something
else for you.

The company that
I'm working for

is in desperate need
of a website redesign.

I recommended
you for it.

- No, I don't think
that's a good idea.

- What, were you doing
something better?

- Well, I'm meeting with
this bankruptcy lawyer.

- What?

- I know, that's--
that's pathetic.

- You are the poster girl
for "woe is me".

- I'm gonna pull
myself together.

- Yeah, I know a really great
place for you to start.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Look, I gotta
get to work.

So, um...

(Sighing)

...call me
this afternoon

and I will hook you up
with the office manager

and the two of you
will talk website redesign.

- OK. Thank you.

- We're gonna get
through this, Lauren.

(Southern accent):
Like Scarlet O'Hara,

we shall not
go hungry again.

(Chuckles)

- I don't deserve you.

- Don't I know it!

(Sighing)

(Cell phone ringing)

- Ciao, bella.

(Cell phone beeps)

- Hello?

Yeah, Mr. Crawford.

Uh-huh.
Yeah, I can do that.

OK, I'll be right over.

Yeah, these, uh,
these match up perfectly.

This is the same
inventory that he gave us.

- Thanks.

While we're dealing this
mess with Mr. Khashan,

I just wanted to make sure
that nothing was taken.

- You know, why don't
you tell me

about the real
Sean and Rebecca.

- They lived in Portland.

Um, I guess you
already knew that.

- Hmm.

- They inherited
our parents' estate.

Which was a lot of money,
so you know, they enjoyed life,

had a lot of friends.

They usually make time
once a year

to travel together.

Usually it was a hike.

- Wait, you said that, uh,
they inherited the estate?

And you didn't?

No, not a dime.

I mean, that's why my name
isn't on the deed of the house.

- Well, why not?

- Well, I was the eldest,
the first-born son.

And my father expected
a lot of me.

Um, I was stubborn,
competitive.

I had a hair-trigger temper,
just like him.

And for years, I made letting
him down my reason for living.

I dropped out of high school.

I, uh, I did a lot
of drugs

and I committed some
pretty stupid, petty crimes.

In return for that, he wrote me
off and out of his will.

- Wow!

- You know, when I finally
copped to the fact

that I was actually
a lot like him,

I started to turn
my life around.

I, uh, I stopped using.

- Good.

- I've been
10 years clean, which...

I got my high school
equivalency certificate.

- Oh!

- And I even joined
the army, which, you know,

that was the
best decision I ever made.

- Hmm!

- I found my focus
and I found these.

- What, you found
your hands?

- Uh, I'm good at, you know,
building things,

uh, solid,
practical things:

cabinets, tables, houses.

- Oh, so you're
a carpenter.

- Baltimore's finest.

- Huh!

- At least that's what it says
on my on my business card.

Yeah, I, uh, I left
all this behind,

and I couldn't
have been happier.

- And now...

it's all mine.

- How?

- I'm next of kin.

My dad was thwarted.

I've inherited it all.

And I wish I hadn't.

- (Woman): Identities and
whereabouts remain unknown,

but an inside source
has informed us

that the FBI is concentrating
its search not only in Chicago

but in the victims' home town
of Portland, Oregon.

(Gulls squawking)

- Hi, I'm here
to pick up my order.

(Cell beeping)

(Buzzing)

- Hey! It's me.
I'm having lunch

and you'll never believe
who's here! Rebecca!

- (Man): Number 144,
ready for pick up.

- Call me as soon as
you get this.

(Tires squealing)

(Honking)

(Cell phone ringing)

- Brenna.

- Keenan?

- What's up?

- One of the realtors
saw me. Maddy.

She followed me in her car
and I lost her,

but a car rammed into her.

- Jesus!
Was she hurt?

- I don't know.

- Did she get close enough

to ID your license plate?

- Maybe. I don't know.
What do I do?

- Where are you now?

- I'm at home.

- Get out of there
as soon as we hang up.

Leave your car,
and don't look back.

Check into a motel.
Call me once you're settled.

- OK, OK.

- Then what?

- One step at a time,
Brenna.

Just get yourself safe,
then we'll talk.

- OK, OK.

OK.

(* Cell phone ringing )

- Keenan.

- We have a problem.

- I'll be here until
the estate settles

or at least is out
of litigation.

Could be awhile.

Mr. Khashan has some
pretty aggressive attorneys.

- Yeah, tell me about it.

- Listen, thanks for--

It's just good to
talk to someone.

- Yeah.

- Uh, I'll be here, taking care
of the place for awhile.

Our...

Our caretaker man who was taking
care of this place for years

killed himself.

- Oh! That's terrible.

- Yeah. Yeah.

Used to play with his son
Jimmy when we were kids.

- I'm sorry.

- Well, at least it gives
me something to do.

This is a big, old place
and it needs a lot of work.

- Yeah.

(Buzzing)

Oh, excuse me.

(Grunting)

(Cell phone beeps)

Hello? Yeah, this is
Lauren Baker.

Oh!

- She's unconscious.

She's banged up
pretty bad.

She's got a broken rib
and a broken leg.

- What happened?

- She ran a red light.

- Is she gonna be OK?

- Oh, they won't know
until she wakes up.

I mean, that is if--
if she wakes up.

- (Woman on PA):
Dr. Peters...

- Well, if there's
anything I can do...

- Hey, it's me.
- Aw!

- I'm having lunch

and you'll never believe
who's here. Rebecca!

- Number 144,
ready for pick-up.

- Call me as soon as
you get this.

(Cell phone beeps)

- Number 144,
ready for pick-up.

- Call me as soon
as you get this.

(Cell phone beeps)

(Telephone beeping)

- Hi, uh,
Detective Halverson please.

- Hey, it's me.
I'm having lunch

and you'll never believe
who's here. Rebecca!

- Number 144,
ready for pick-up.

- Call me as soon as
you get this.

- She left that message just a
few minutes before the accident.

She saw
Rebecca Crawford

or whoever it was that
was impersonating her

and she ran a red light
because she was chasing her.

- Does she know
another Rebecca?

- No, not that I know of.

OK.

listen to the
background on this.

I think I know
where she was.

- I'm having lunch
and you'll never

believe who's here.
Rebecca!

- Number 144,
ready for pick-up.

- Hmm?

There is a restaurant
just a few blocks

away from where
the accident happened,

Maddy goes there
all the time.

She saw Rebecca
and she followed her.

I just know it.

- OK.

She's not in Portland.

She's still in Chicago.

Maybe all
3 of them are.

(Car honking)

- The police are gonna
check out the restaurant,

but I can't
just sit here.

I need to catch
these animals.

- Yeah, but these pictures have
already been used in the paper

and in the news.

- But that was the
last news cycle.

- I gotta get these
out to the people.

All right.

"The 3 people depicted in
these composite drawings

"are being sought by
authorities in Chicago

"in connection with
serious, violent crimes.

"If you know them or their
whereabouts, please call

"773-555-0126."

Now, we just need to
upload them to the web.

- What are we
gonna call it?

- "Britney Spears Topless".

- Seriously?

- Oh, trust me.
This will get hits.

Plenty of them.

It's called Winters.

- And where's that?

- Exactly,
which is why

I couldn't get
away fast enough.

- So, why Chicago?

- Oh, you know,
I thought it was a place

that my family would
never visit.

- Oh, that's a good one
for the tourism bureau.

- Yeah, it's too cold,
too far away.

- And have they
stayed away?

(* Jazz )

- Thank god, yes.

- Ah.

Another child
of dysfunction, eh?

- I think that you
would agree with me

that every family has some
level of dysfunction or misery.

- Hmm...

- I mean, your caretaker
for instance,

he must have
been miserable.

- You know, he was
happy when we were kids

but I hadn't seen
him in years.

- Do you think
it was...

I don't know, uh...

coincidental that
he killed himself

right when all this
stuff was happening?

- I--I guess so.

- You said he had a son.

- Jimmy.

- Do you know
how to reach him?

- No.

But I could find out.

(Siren in distance)

(Cell phone beeping)

- Keenan.

- Hey. Just landed.
Driving in from O'Hare.

- I've been here all day.
No sign of the police.

- Then maybe they didn't
get her plate number.

Give it till morning and
then search her place.

We don't want anything in there
that links her to us.

- Got it.

(Cell phone ringing)

- Hello?

Hello?

- Oh! Uh, hello.

Yeah, um, hi.

Yeah, I--I--I--
I saw your--your video

on the, um, on the web,

um, and I know one
of those people.

Uh, her--her hair is different
but it's definitely her.

- Jimmy!

- Hey! Wow!

It's been a long time.

- (Both):
I'm sorry--

(Sighing)

- It's good to
see you, man.

- Her name is Brenna.
Brenna Lakeview.

Uh, she comes
in here a lot.

We've, uh, kind of
become friends.

- So then she lives nearby?

- Yeah.

(* Dramatic film soundtrack
on TV *)

Your video said
she did something...

violent?

- Well, um, yeah.
She may have.

- 'Cause I don't know her
that well, you know,

but, uh, she seems like
a pretty sweet person.

You know,
just a little...

messed up.

- Messed up how?

- Well, you know,
she's an actress,

or wants to be.

It's a hard life.

I guess that's why
she comes in here

and rents so many DVDs.

You know, she wishes
she was in them.

I don't know.

- So do you have
her address?

I'm really just
trying to help.

(Sighing)

- He didn't seem
depressed to me.

And he didn't leave
a note or anything.

But I guess you
never really know

what's goes on
inside somebody.

I mean, even your old man.

But the police said
it was a suicide, so...

They see a lot
of them.

Like you, I, uh,
inherited the place.

I'm gonna keep it like it is
until I can sell it.

That's what
he used to, um,

to tie to
the tailpipe.

- Do you have a pool?

- No.

- This is cut
from a larger piece.

Do you really think
your father killed himself?

- Well, that's what
the police said.

- Yeah, but what does
your gut tell you?

- No.

I would have sensed it.
I would have noticed something.

- So he could've
been murdered.

- Yeah, but why?

- It think it might
have something to do

with Sean and
Rebecca's death.

He may have seen
something at the house

that he wasn't
supposed to.

- So what do we do now?

- First, I'll find
out where this came from.

I've got a pretty good
idea where to start.

I'm, uh...

(Grunting)

I'm gonna take
this with me.

- You're gonna take it?

- Yeah.

And if my hunch is right,
then I'll show it to the police.

- You OK with that?

- Sure.

(Both talking,
indistinct)

- Brenna?

Brenna?

(Cell phone ringing)

- Yeah?

- (Nelson): I was finishing
up at Brenna's place

when I was interrupted.

I had to bail.

- The cops?

- No, Brenna's new friend,

Lauren Baker.

- Get out of there.

I'll take care of it.

- You got it.

(Knocking)

- Who is it?

- It's me.

Hey, baby.

- Oh god, Keenan!

I'm so glad you're here.

- Everything's
gonna be OK.

- Where we going?

- Someplace safer
than a motel.

- Why don't you
just tell them

that you didn't
kill those people?

That you were just, you know,
taking advantage of a situation

because they were gone
and the house was empty.

- Because we stole
a lot of money, Brenna.

And we could go to prison
for a very long time.

- I will give
the money back.

I mean, it was just a job.
I was just acting.

- I know, and you were great.
You really pulled it off.

- What are we gonna do?
I mean, I can't hide forever.

- It's OK.

I'll take care of you.

You're safe with me.

OK?

- Why the hell did you
barge in here like that?

- I know, I know.
I shouldn't have.

But I was-- I was so close
to breaking open that--

(Groaning)

I wasn't thinking straight.

- No, you weren't.

And "Britney Spears Topless"?

(Chuckling)

- No one can
resist a peek.

- I'll remember that.

You were right about
Ms. Reynolds, by the way.

The fast food
restaurant?

Yeah, we've got
the woman on video.

She changed her
appearance a little bit,

but we're pretty sure
it's the same woman.

(Sighing)

And now, it looks like
we know where she lives.

- We found this.

And a bank statement.

She deposited almost $50,000
a month and a half ago.

- 50 grand?

- That means the other
two walked away

with almost
$10 million.

- Generous guys.

- This was also
with the statement.

- Let me see. Here.

Mean anything to you?
Keenan Blake.

- Oh my god!

That's Sean's
phone number.

Keenan Blake
is Sean Crawford.

- Here?

- Yeah, there's a little
apartment in the back

with a shower,
toilet, hot plate.

Nelson used to work here.

- How long do I have
to stay here?

- Not long.

Just enough time for me
to take care of a few things.

There used to be hundreds
of people who worked here.

Then one day they say
they're shutting down.

No warning.

Recession wiped them out.

Blood-sucking banks.

Now the only ones
left are the rats.

- I don't think
I can stay here.

- I'm just kidding, babe.

You're gonna love it.

- It gives me the creeps.

- You'll see.
It's gonna be fine.

Check it out.

- What are you doing?

- No.

What are you doing?

- What?

- You and Lauren.

- What are you
talking about?

- Why did you lure me
back to Chicago?

- I didn't.

What is this?
Blackmail?

A set-up?

- Why would you think that?
Why would I do that to you?

(Gasps)

- Don't lie to me!

Nelson saw her at
your apartment.

(Switchblade clicking)

(Groaning)

- Uh, Ms. Baker,

leave the detective
work to us, all right?

We're pretty
good at it.

- OK.

- And keep icing that.

(Chuckles)

(Phone dialling)

- Hello.

- Hi, Garrett?

- Hi.

- Yeah, it's me.

(Sighing)

I've got a lot
to tell you.

- Me too.

- I'm coming by.
- See you soon.

(Phone beeps)

(Car honking)

- Garrett?

Garrett?

Garrett?

Hmm!

(Chuckling)

- Lauren?

Lauren?

Hello?

Lauren?

Lauren?

Lauren?

(Clattering)

Lauren!

Wait!
What's wrong?

(Groaning)

(Tires squealing)

(Ringing)

- Det. Halverson.

- Garrett Crawford is in on it!

He and Keenan Blake
are friends

and now he knows
I know that.

- Where is he now?

- Ah! He's at the mansion.

He tried to stop me,
but I got away.

I pepper-sprayed him.

- OK, where are you?

- Uh, I'm on my way home.

- OK, listen,
when you get there,

lock your windows
and your doors.

- OK.

(Sirens)

- You guys check
out front.

Let me know
if you find anything.

I'm going to
Lauren Baker's place.

- Hi, Lauren.

(Panting)

It's nice
to see you again.

Experience.

Diligence. Integrity.

You just couldn't leave
it alone, could you?

- I called the cops.
They're already on their way.

- Oh well,
I guess that means

we'll just have
to hurry things up then.

It's too bad you didn't call
them in time to save Brenna.

- Ah! Aaah!

(Panting)

What did you do to her?

- You'll see.

(Grunting)

- Oh! My--

(Tires squealing)

- Are you OK?

- Yeah.

- OK, come on.

(Both grunting)

(Siren in distance)

- So how long
has it been?

- I don't know,
8 years.

- OK. Well, listen, I'm gonna
have a lot more questions

for you in the morning.

In the meantime, try to
get some sleep, all right?

- (Man 1): Ah, yes, sir.
This is 1-3-2.

- (Woman):
Easy going.

- (Man 2):
Any other the witnesses?

- Hey. Kennan's on
his way to the hospital.

- (Man 3): Over there.
Her and her husband.

- So you knew him?

- Yeah. Yeah.

From when I was
stationed in Fort Bragg.

He was a bartender
at our local hangout.

- But you--you looked through
all those composites

and you didn't
recognize him?

- Yeah, well,
you saw the photo.

I mean, he looked
completely different then.

He weighed a lot more.

If he hadn't have signed it,
would you have recognized him?

- No, I guess--
I guess not.

- I spent a lot of
down time at that bar.

He was a good listener,
and I just-- I talked.

I...

I told him
about my life.

I told him
about my family.

He knew so much
about Sean and Rebecca

because he'd heard it
from me.

I just never made
the connection.

You know what I mean?

What did some bartender
halfway across the country

have to do with
any of this?

- But you came after me
with a knife!

(Scoffing)

- I thought your life
was in danger.

I grabbed the knife
to protect you.

- Oh.

Oh, right. Yeah.

- And what about you?

I mean you were
pretty quick

to think I was
involved with Keenan.

You had to run
for your life?

- OK, well I had a lot of
people lie to me. A lot.

I mean, I--I wouldn't
have even met you

if people hadn't
deceived me, so...

I've got trust issues.

(Chuckles)

- We're children
of dysfunction.

- Ooh! And I'm sorry
about that pepper spray.

(Chuckling)

And the Murano.

- Yeah, well, I guess
under the circumstances,

I guess I, uh,

I got off easy.

(Cell phone ringing)

(Cell phone beeps)

- Hello.

- Damn, girl.

I missed out
on all the fun.

- What are you talking about?
You were in a car chase!

- Yeah.
There's that.

I would have caught her, too,

if it wasn't for
that damn red light.

(Chuckling)

(Woman talking, indistinct)

- It's so good
to have you back.

- It's good to be back.

- OK, I'll see you
in the morning.

- Hmm...

- (Woman on PA):
Dr. Peters...

- Well, she's gonna be
in there for awhile,

but she's out of
the worst of it.

- OK.

You hungry?

- Oh!

I am starving.

- I have steaks
at my house.

- Are you cooking?

- Absolutely.

- Oh!

(Chuckling)

(Sighing)

Thank you.

Thank you for not being
one of the bad guys.

- Any time.

By the way...

I'm gonna be selling
my house pretty soon.

And, uh, I wonder if you
know any decent realtors?

- I might.

- I just might.

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