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(indistinct P.A. announcement)

P.A.:
All inmates going to
Chivalry Castle

line up at the bus.

Hey, who wants
to tell me

why we're going on
this trip today?

Kenny.

Because we listen
and...

and we have
good behavior.

WOMAN:
That's right.

And why aren't
Todd and Phillip

going with us today?

Kenny.

Because they didn't listen
and they had bad behavior.

That's right.

And field trips
can be taken away.

So follow the rules.
Come on.

Bennett, you can't take your
stuffed animal with you.

Please?

It's all right, Victor,
let him go.

Go ahead.

WOMAN: Any misbehavior and you
will lose all privileges.

And you don't want to end up
in the isolation room.

Hi, good morning.
Paula Berry.

Thank you for opening up early
for us.

Not a problem
at all.

Glad to help.

(bird calling)

You like that?

Grandpa.

Grandpa what?

Grandpa painted.

Oh, grandpa
painted birds.

Is that a nice memory?

Yes.

(audience exclaims)

Where's Bennett?

(whinnies)
Bennett?

Bennett, you come here
right now!

You are in big trouble
if you don't!

All right, Bennett...

(screams)

ZANCANELLI: Bennett Ballester:
inmate at a hospital

for the criminally insane
up in the Hudson.

Killed an orderly,
escaped while on an outing

to some jousting joint
called Chivalry Castle.

Day trip?

Integrating the mentally ill
with the outside world

is a standard and often
successful practice

when you're working towards
rehabilitation.

In this case,
clearly very unsuccessful.

Jesus, damn near took the guy's
head off.
(clattering)

Bennett gained access
to a secured room,

got the sword,
did his thing to the orderly,

took one of
those goofy outfits

the knights wear,
and walked out.

CCTV system at the Castle only
tracks him leaving the facility.

Orderly's wallet was missing.

(rustling)

What the hell's
he doing in there?

He's killed before,
this guy?

Correct. Jules?

Um, Bennett
was in ten years

for killing a local newscaster
he was obsessed with.

She was engaged to be married.

They never found her body,
but her DNA was pulled

from skin
under his fingernails.

Erotomania. It's a common trait
in stalkers.

They, uh, they believe
the object of their affection,

usually somebody famous,
is in love with them,

even though the victim,
in most cases,

doesn't even know
they exist.

Continue.

Uh...
Um...

Bennett should be

in maximum security
prison for life,

but his lawyer proved that
he was unfit to stand trial

due to a history of something
called comorbidity.

Are you okay,
Charlie? Or...
Finish.

Roger that. Uh,

yeah, "comorbidity" basically
means that Bennett

is a whole cocktail
of crazy. You know?

Uh, think of him as trail mix,
except you replace the nuts,

and the pretzels and those
delicious little yogurt droplets

with paranoid schizophrenia,
auditory hallucinations,

and, uh,
delusional psychosis.

There's a...

There's a reference here
to a diary that his lawyer

had suppressed
during the competency hearing.

I need to see
that diary.

ZANCANELLI:
Jules, look into that.
On it.

Only family is
his brother.

We should talk to him.

Dude, what?

You know,
I'm more pissed at myself...

for actually thinking
that I could trust

a bunch of no-good convicts.

But be that as it may,
I just want my watch back.

Okay.

That watch belonged
to my father.

It was a gift given to him
by the Chief Justice

for his service
as a U.S. Marshal.

But even if it was made
out of bubble gum wrapper,

somebody went into my desk

and took something of mine.

At the end of this tour,
I want that watch

back on my desk,
or heads are going to roll.

It wasn't me, so... mmm.

What? No.

I didn't take shit.
Look,

I don't care who took the watch!

I just want it back.

Go ahead, Ray.

Lloyd, you and I are heading
to the loony bin,

see what else they
have on this guy.
Okay.

Jules, call in the brother
for Charlie to interview.

CHARLIE:
Let's get to work.

(crow caws)
(indistinct P.A. announcement)

(screams)

(man whoops)

I don't like
these places.

Nobody does.
Nobody does.

I figure this would be
a psycho smorgasbord

for your egghead.
Oh, absolutely it is.

I find it undeniably
fascinating.

I did a three month rotation
at a place like this once.

I'll never forget it
as long as I live.

But I didn't like it.

You take Charlie's watch?
Hells no.

Look me in the eye,
you gambling addict.

You belong in a
place like this

if you think that I would
jeopardize my chance

to get out of
prison early, Ray?

Um, I'm Paula.
You must be Ray?

Ray. He's my colleague,
Lloyd Lowery.

Thanks for taking the time.

Of course.
Anything I could do to help.

I'm sorry, I...

We understand.

It's just that Victor worked
here for seven years.

I just had to notify his wife.

RAY: Well, any help you
that you could give us in
trying to track down Bennett

would be appreciated.
Um...

Please.

Nothing like this
has ever happened before.

Lady, it ain't about
that anymore.

We need to know about Bennett,
and get to him quickly

before he hurts somebody else.

(sighs)
I just... I don't know.

He was an ideal patient.

We was on a good combination
of meds...

Based on his
actions today

suggests that, uh, he's
been off the cocktail

for a while, apparently,
without your knowledge.

How do you know
so much about this?

Yeah, I have a PhD in
Behavioral Psychology.

(chuckles)

You're here to show me what
a horrible job I'm doing, huh?

No.
It's okay.
I'm an easy target.

We're gonna need
to see his room;

get a copy of
your session notes:
things of that nature.

You know, I saw in,
uh, Bennett's file

he has a history
of fixation.

Chiefly, the newscaster

that he stalked
and killed ten years ago.

Is he fixating on
anything right now?

'Cause if he's off his meds,
that might be where he's going.

I just don't know.
He had us completely fooled.

Was he close with any
other patients here?

(clears throat)
Teddy?

I'm Lloyd.

I have some questions
about your buddy Bennett.

(clears throat)

Yeah, I want you
to know that, uh,

I have nothing but the greatest
admiration for your courage

and your conduct, and...

I've heard nothing but
really great things about you.

Okay, normally,
I would take my time

and we could some
play word association games

and, uh,
I'd use positive reinforcement

and you'd talk to me
when you're comfortable

and ready,
but I don't have time.

So...

I'm going to do something
completely unethical,

and bribe you with candy.

What do you think
about those?

You like chocolate,
don't you?

No. I'm allergic to that.

Oh, okay.
No problem, no problem.

Let's go on over
to pocket number two.

And what do we have?
Are those suckers?

They sure are.

Sour apple?
Got one right here.

Bennett-- what's he really,
really into lately?

Anything? Anyone?

Meow time.
Meow time.

LLOYD:
The television?

A TV show?
Meow time!

Good, good. Great.
Meow time!
(banging chair on floor)

Meow time! Meow time!

Thank you.
Sheesus.

A little winter camping?

(cash register keys beep)
That's the spirit.

Find everything
you're looking for?

(cash register keys beep)
What?

The 19-inch stainless bolo?

That's a nice one.

Good weight.

You, um, need a GPS?

Got one on special:
$79.99,

fully waterproof.

Hey, uh-hey, uh,

you want your change, pal?

Calvin Ballester?

Yes.

CHARLIE:
Any movement on getting
Bennett's diary?

I'm on hold with the
lawyer's assistant right now.

Charlie DuChamp.
Hey.

This way, please.

When I come back,
you all better have a lead.

This way.

I bet you Lloyd took it.

Yeah. Or you.

All I know is
I didn't take it.

Yeah, okay.
Says the gangbanger.

First of all,
I wasn't a gangbanger, shorty.

Gangbangers worked for me.

That's like calling
Bill Gates a computer geek.

Second of all,

I don't think
Lloyd's got the sack

to steal something
like that.

Which leaves you over there,
batting your baby blues.

I got a kid, Shea.

What do you have to protect,
your rep?

Watch your mouth.
Don't accuse me.

Mr. Kincaid, your client
is a fugitive of the law.

Sir, getting a warrant

could take days. We don't have
that kind of time, and...

Mr. Kincaid?

Oh, he is messing
with the wrong chick.

Shea?

I may need a favor.

I mean, I'd apologize for what
he did today if I meant it.

But I've been doing it for
so long, at this point,

I'm just embarrassed we
share the same last name.

So if I knew where
he was, I'd tell you.

Anybody in your family

who might not
feel the same way?

Somebody who
might harbor him?

No.

So why'd you come
today, Calvin?

Because you called
and asked me to.

Ten years ago, when your brother
killed the newscaster,

nobody in your family
cooperated.

It was on the advice of
my family's attorney.

So you didn't know anything.

Did Bennett confess to me
and I suppressed it?

No, if that's what
you're asking.

That's not what I'm asking.

Look, you didn't say
one word ten years ago,

back when you didn't mind
sharing the same last name.

But yet today, you run
over here from midtown.

Do you know something
that can help us?

(siren wailing in distance)

Look, six hours ago
your brother basically

decapitated somebody.

I don't have time to waste.

Where is he?
I don't know.

I don't know. I mean,
I swear to God.

But... and I guess
I should have

told this to the cops
back then...

My brother Bennett, okay,

he lived up in the Adirondacks
behind our house, growing up.

I mean, he'd disappear
for days, weeks.

I mean, he'd come home with a
backpack filled with dead birds.

"Meow time."

I'm searching.
Nothing yet.

Something about
television.

Yeah. You told me.

Maybe cross-reference
"meow time" with television.

Really, Lloyd?

You know, I already
looked in there.

There's no "meow time,"
or feline references,

not even the initials
M.T. anywhere.

The session notes
are useless.

Bennett was
spitting out pills

for the last who
knows how long.

This lunatic was running
game on the whole facility.

Jules, get me a map
of the southern Adirondacks,

above Northville.

His brother said Bennett's
a known survivalist,

right after he watched
Rambo at the age of 13.

He's obsessed
with those trails up there.

He's gonna show us
where the family lived.

LLOYD:
The Adirondacks are
about the size

of a small country, which
would make them the haystack

and Bennett the needle.

Then you know who we need?
Gunderson.

No way.
Who's Gunderson?

Gunderson, where's the knife?

It was for the team, huh?

In case any of us
got in a scrape.

Take care, Gunderson.

He was one of the first
Breakout Kings,

until Charlie caught him
stealing an eating utensil.

More important, he's a
survivalist who grew up
in the Adirondacks.

In other words, he's
tailor-made for this case.

Ray, I can't even trust
these cons with a watch.

You think I'm gonna

trust this guy
who copped a knife on us?

"Meow time."

"The signature greeting used

by the host
of Good Night Kitten."

Hosted by Debbie Myers.

Bennett's first victim,
ten years ago...

Erin Colfax.

Um, you guys, I would feel
way more comfortable

if we let Ms. Myers
know what's going on here.

Like, as soon as possible.

(doorbell ringing persistently)

Okay.

Wow.

Patience.

I'm coming.

Are those for me?

Hello, Kitten.

Christ.

(screaming)

No! Stop!

Stop!

(screaming)

You said her car's gone?

Yeah. We put the word out
on the car statewide.

Family's been notified?

Making the
calls right now.
All right.

Anything?

A very organized closet.

She hung everything
by season.

There's a chunky hanger

with a pair of ski pants

and a clear plastic
shoe box with dirt inside.

My bet is Bennett went upstairs

and took the ski jacket
and hiking boots.

Heading to the Adirondacks.

Erica?

You got something to say?

No. No, nothing.

Man.
What?

Got a bunch of
wedding invitations.

She's supposed to be
getting married on Saturday.

Thank you, Amber.

Damn.
Mr. Crawford?

Phillip Kincaid.

My assistant tells me
you need some help

with some criminal issues.
Yeah. I heard you're one

of the top criminal
defense attorneys around.

I know a lot of guys
who've used you.

Well, I'm glad
to hear that.

Just so you know, it's
a $5,000 retainer up front.

And you are?

Julianne Simms.

We spoke on the phone.

Okay. Cute.

Look. My client's diary,

as you're choosing
to call it,

has the words "Dear Counselor"
written on the first page

and "Sincerely, Your Client"
written on the last page.

Now, that makes it
not evidence,

but privileged attorney-
client correspondence.

So you two can now leave

until you have a subpoena.

I don't think so.
I'm sorry?

Julianne pulled up
your court records.

And I personally know
ten guys who've used you--

six worked for me,
one's my second cousin.

They all owe me.

And who the hell are you?

I'm a shot caller, slick.

And I'm gonna pick three
of their names out of a hat.

And then I'm going to have
those three cut a deal,

saying you recommended
they perjure themselves

for lighter sentences.

The reason I'm picking
three is because

one guy saying it

is just some convict
running his mouth.

Two?
Now, that gets suspicious.

Three?

You get your ticket punched,

lose your license,

get convicted
for criminal conspiracy

and end up in Sing Sing
where I'd make sure

the right booty bandits in there
run a train on your ass.

Or...

...you can just give us

the damn diary,
Phillip.

(sobbing)

You can come up front.

Who are you?
What do you want?

No! Be careful!

You'll crush it.

(engine starting)

Is that my wedding dress?

We've got something.

Gunderson?

You got to be kidding me, Ray.

Bennett's hometown, the location

of the house he grew up in, what
the brother said, all of that.

Gunderson helped us narrow down
a location to find Bennett.

LLOYD:
It was quite impressive.

High Peaks trailhead,
right here.

But we're not equipped
for this kind of pursuit.

We're talking the boondocks
in the middle of winter.

Now, he grew up in
those mountains.

We need him.
Listen, we can do it.

Along with some
recon overflights

from Defense Mapping Agency,

thermal imaging, K-9 units...

Yeah. If we want to find this
chick's remains in two weeks.

And you know we
don't have that time.

If this wack job
is a true survivalist,

he'll take the abandoned trails

which are dense, hard to find,

and, uh, they ain't on
your little hiking map.

We got the diary.

Good luck trying to read it.

It looks like a mouse
on mushrooms wrote it.

What up, Gomer?

Ooh. Hypergraphics.

It's a synthesis of
text and other media.

There is a keen
intelligence

underneath
all this psychosis.

What deal did you make with him?

All the ribs he can eat
and a 12-pack of beer.

And a Hustler.

Yeah, and that, too.

All right, he can take us to
the trailhead, but that's it.

If it looks promising,
we call the local fireteam

from Special
Operations Group.
Fine.

Jules, contact the ranger

on duty and make sure
that he meets us there.

Lloyd, you stay here
and go through the diary.

We're gonna have
satellite phones,

so we'll always be
in constant communication.

I can look at it as I'm
with you. I can hike.

I can climb.

This is not a Dungeons
& Dragons game, Lloyd.

And I'm staying here, right?
Wrong.

Dude,
I'm from Washington Heights.

I-I-I barely been on grass
in my life.

You're going, Shea.

We're gonna be humping
these mountains blind,

and we're gonna need
all the eyes and ears

to keep it tight
and in sight.

One wrong move,

one stupid move,

and I bury you up there.

I just want my ribs and beer,
boss.

Let's move out.

(vehicle approaching)

You be a good kitten, all right?

Road's closed.

You want to hike up here,
your need to get a permit,

and leave your car
at the park entrance.

Rangers don't come up here
this time of year, I thought.

I saw your car
pull off the road.

Get yourself a permit, okay,
so I don't have to cite you.

(cell phone ringing)

Hey!

DEBBIE:
Help me!

Help me! Help me!
What the hell is going on here?

Rangers don't come up here
this time of year.

No!

GUNDERSON:
Right here.

If it's so abandoned,

then what's a park ranger truck
doing here?

Seriously, Ray?
Sinatra? The whole ride up?

Damn. The keys are
still in the ignition.

Blood.

Over here.

Debbie's car.

Still warm.

All right, we got to move.
Let's gear up.

I'll call in for
that fireteam.

That could take
two hours, easy.

You see those
old tire tracks?

That's not
a logging road.

This is prime crop area...
for pot growers.

Not for a long time,
Captain Caveman.

Feds cleaned it up.

Product delays cost me
a fleet of Benzs.

Yeah, but a lot
of the traps they set

in this part of the mountains
to protect their fields

are still primed.

No need to wait
for backup.

Take me with you.

I'll get you where
you need to go.

Trust me.

How about we don't take

the cuffs off this hillbilly,

who you booted off this team
once before already, Charlie.

You don't think he'd like
to stick it back to you?

We go up in these
mountains, and he's

the only one coming back--
with a full belly.

Don't worry,
that's not happening.

ZANCANELLI:
We can't wait, Charlie.

We do, this girl's dead.

I'll watch Gunderson.

GUNDERSON:
Come on, Charlie,

you really want a dead girl
on your conscience?

You can trust me.

ERICA:
We don't need him--

I know these woods
like the back of my hand.

How?

I chased a bail jumper

who allegedly dumped a body
up here.

You're telling us this now?
You want to keep

asking questions or do you want

to find this girl?
You can trust me.

CHARLIE:
I don't trust anybody today.

We split up--
me and Shea,
you and Erica.

Stay in contact.

Are you really gonna bet
on that split-tail over me?

Looks like it.

Then you're gonna
die up there.

And I'm gonna
laugh my ass off.

You better know

what the hell
you're doing.

ZANCANELLI:
Charlie.

Ready?
Let's go.

What is a grown man doing
watching a children's show?

What?

Good Night Kitten,
my show.

It's not a children's show.

Sing it.

Sing the song.

* Meow Meow Kitten *

* Time to rest *

* Don't you know
I love you best *

* Now it's time
to go away * Yeah.

* Before we go *

(singing quietly)
* I'll say... *

That's right.

Good night, Caitlin...

and, um...

Jacob and...

What's your name, sweetie?

You know.

Bennett.

Right.

Good night, Bennett.

I love you.

* *

I can't make
heads or tails of this.

Sorry.

(clears throat)

Do you want some coffee?

I'll just leave
you alone.

Schizophrenics who take their
fixation to the next level

oftentimes latch on
to symbolic elements.

"RBF." "RBF." "RBF."

It's all over this diary.

What's it mean?

RBF.

It's a bird.

Pull up everything there is

on the red-bellied falcon.

* *

(sighs)
We're in the middle
of nowhere.

Yo. I don't snitch, okay?

So this isn't me pointing
the finger at the other two.

It's just me saying,
man to man...

I didn't take your watch.

As long as it's back on my desk
by the end of the tour,

I'm not asking any questions.
Yeah, well,
there's no use

in you telling me that
since I just told you
I didn't take it.

You heard what
I said, Shea.

Yeah, well, it doesn't
make any sense, 'cause...

(loud clack)

(loud clattering)

(bird squawking)
CHARLIE:
Homemade alarm system.

Who knows what
else they planted?

This is why black people
don't go camping.

Let's go.

We're losing daylight.

(phone rings)

(sighs)
Yeah?

His obsessions graduated
as he got older, Charlie,

from the violin
to the taillights on trucks

to survivalism
to unrequited romance.

I don't need a dissertation,
Lloyd-- what do you got?

The red-bellied falcon--
that's what he was looking for

up in those mountains,
and we looked it up.

It nests at 5,000 feet,
and there's only

a quarter-mile section
of the mountain

that's at that elevation.

All right, I'll notify Ray
on his phone.

Keep me updated
on anything else.

It's gonna take all
night to get through.

Maybe I'll order some pizza.

Is there... any...?

(whispers):
Yeah, okay.

(Erica shivers)

(loud snarl in distance)

Fisher-cat.

Basically, a big weasel.

You sure did study
these mountains

when you were chasing
that bail jumper.

Sure did.

So it has
nothing to do

with the five guys
who killed your father?

The ones you allegedly
made disappear?

Allegedly.

Call Charlie.

We're on the right trail.

There. See that nest?

That's the nest

of the red-bellied falcon.

Probably out
hunting now.
(exhales)

You know, when
they mate...

they mate for life.

That's...
that's-that's beautiful.

Remember their eggs?

Those pretty eggs?

We climbed that tree.

You didn't think
I could do it. No...

you didn't.

But I made it,
all the way to the nest,

on those thin little branches.

(laughs) You wouldn't think
they'd hold your weight.

Who are you talking to?

There's nobody there.

(crying):
You sang to me...

on your show.

You said my name.

You looked right in the camera,
and you said...

"Good night, Bennett."

And then you went off
to marry him!

(gasps, cries)

Please, Bennett.

There's lots of other little
boys out there named Bennett.

If I've said your name before,
it didn't mean anything.

I'm sorry.

We're gonna be together
forever.

Now, move.

Oh, my... (sobbing)
Move!

(squawking)

(sobbing quietly)

What are you gonna
do with me?

Why don't you just let me go?

Please?

Why don't you just
kill yourself,

you sick, crazy--

No, no! No!

No, no, no, no!!!

(sobbing)

Now your blood is
the same as mine.

We belong together,
Debbie. Me and you.

Don't talk about her like that!

It's not true!

She just doesn't
understand yet!

Why is he so obsessed
with birds?

Getting close to these birds
where they mate

in order to consummate
some twisted marriage.

I knew his avian obsession
had to symbolize something.

He's gonna marry her?
Yeah.

Then rape and kill her.

In his mind
this woman he loves

betrayed him,
so he's gonna try

to possess Debbie with
the exact same ritual.

He's very specific,
obsessively detailed.

It's an intricate ceremony
he has laid out,

and so he's gonna try to do it
at a specific time.

Look. The power of two.
Over here the power
of two again.

Then these Escher-like
drawings of cubes.

Hold on. Two cubed.

Eight.

Eight o'clock.

What time is it?

Seven-thirty.

I don't even need a watch.
What would I need a watch for?

(cell phone rings)
Will you shut up already?

Yeah.
Charlie.

Bennett's ceremony is
happening at eight o'clock.

You have a half hour.

Shit.

We don't have much time.
Come on, Shea.

You're amazing.

Hmm? What?

Nothing.
(clears throat)

(helicopter blades whirring)

BENNETT:
The choppers don't see you.

Now, stop crying.

You're disgusting.

Look at you.
(gasps)

Clean yourself up, Kitten.

Today's your wedding day.

(sobbing)

(softly):
Oh, my God, oh, my God.

Help me. Help me, help me.

(phone rings)

Hey, Charlie.

What?

Well, how does he know?

ERICA (echoing):
You took my father from me.

MAN:
Please, I wasn't the only one.

ERICA:
I know.

Now it's four down, two to go.

MAN:
Please, I didn't

pull the trigger.

Like this, you mean?

ZANCANELLI:
Erica.

Erica.

Erica.

Come on,
we don't have much time.

Okay.

You okay?
Yeah.

Let's go.
Let's go.

(screaming)

Get this thing off!

Please, please, please.

Son of a bitch!

It's gonna be okay.
Take deep breaths, okay?

Give me your knife.
(groaning)

I think I see something.

I think
somebody's trying to signal.

ZANCANELLI:
Go check it out.

Go!

* *

Oh, oh, thank God, thank God.

He's over there, but
he's coming right back.

It's okay. We're gonna
get you out of here.
Hurry, hurry.

(grunts)

Oh, my God.

Leave Kitten alone!
Run, go, go, go, run!

Go!

It's over, Bennett.

No.

(gasps)

Drop the knife!

(Debbie sobbing)

What the hell was that?

(screams)
Debbie, Debbie,

I'm a U.S. Marshal.
It's okay, it's okay,

it's okay.
I'm a U.S. Marshal.

You're safe now.
Help me!
Oh, my God.

Help me, please.

Oh, my God,
he's got her, he's got her.

He's got who?
I don't know.

(sobbing)

Damn it. Erica.

Listen, do you remember
which way you came?

Remember?
I don't know.
I need you
to think,

Debbie, please.

I don't know, five
minutes back that way.

Shea, stay with her,
cut her loose.

(helicopter blades whirring)

What are you doing?!

You got anything
you want to say?

There's one thing I
swore I'd never do,

having seen it myself,
and that is

beg for my life.

You ruined everything.

It's 8:00.
I hope they got to her.

The most painless way
to kill an animal

is to chop off the head
in one quick swoop,

but if the knife
isn't sharp enough,

the next thing is to cut the
throat at the carotid artery,

then press firmly
on the neck

so that the blood
drains quickly.

Sometimes...

the bottom part of the body
continues to move.

That's what happens
with birds.

That's what's going
to happen with you.

CHARLIE:
Bennett!

I just want to talk.

This woman took away
what's mine.

Bennett, your brother Calvin--
he wants you to come back home.

I am home.

Put it down, Bennett.

Last warning.

(helicopter blades whirring)

(whispering):
Say good night.
Charlie!

Okay?

(elevator clanking and whirring)

Jules, will you get
this stubborn bastard

to a hospital, please?

The rest of you,
get changed up

so I can take you
back to Maybelle.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.
Uh,

Debbie's with her fiancé,
she's doing fine.

And Gunderson wants to know
when he can get his ribs

and beer
a-and the Hustler.

All right.

Charles, I hear
congratulations are in order

for your marksmanship.

ZANCANELLI:
All right, Jules, I'll be

back in a sec.

(door closes)

(groans)

(siren wailing in distance)

What the hell are you
still doing here?

(sighs)

Who took it?

The paper towel holder
in the bathroom.

Oh, man...

That's on me.

I took it off and left it
there to clean my shirt.

They're gonna light me up.
You're right.

And you'll lose
credibility.

So don't tell 'em.
What?

You found it on your desk.

Someone returned it.

Simple.

Ah, I got to run.

I'll see you later.

You ready, Jules?

My father's watch.

I misplaced it.

No one took it.

There you have it.

Good job on
this caper.

Let's go.

Did I just hear
what I think I heard?

I think so.

Let's go.

Pretty sure I didn't hear
an apology in there.

(barks)