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- We're at the door.

- We're in position, ready when you are.

Go!

- I'm at the door.

- We're a lock.

Just over 2 minutes, gentlemen.

- 395, that's it!

Bingo!

Go!

- Yeah, I got it.

That went good.

- We're good!

- Hey, buddy, can you spare a little something for a vet?

- Spare this!

- Drive!

Drive!

What's the final take?

- 180, 81, 82, 83...

184.

That's $18.4 million.

- Not bad for a day's work, gentlemen.

- I'll contact you in a year, just as we planned.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Why should you be trusted to hold on to it?

- Because I'm the only one here to be trusted.

And because that's what you agreed to when I came onboard.

Is there a problem now?

- It's no problem.

Is there a problem, Finn?

- No problem at all.

- Smile, Mr. Carver.

Your life has just changed.

- Oh, I like what I see here, Ms. Carver.

I like it a lot.

- We were using a cotton-spandex,

but I think the cotton-silk is more flattering.

Drop the neckline a little bit,

and let's give it a little cinch at the waist.

Just make it cling more.

Flirtier, sexier, you know?

- Flirty and sexy works.

- Well, I must say, you've really impressed here.

My bosses are gonna be very pleased.

- Thank you. Thank them!

Tell them I really appreciate the opportunity.

- Listen, my flight to New York doesn't leave till tomorrow.

I was wondering if, maybe, you could suggest a nice restaurant.

Maybe I could take you to dinner?

- Well, uh...

Look, I'd love to--

- Say no more.

Keep it professional, I understand.

Listen, it was a pleasure meeting you.

And, again, thanks for all your work.

- Thank you.

- Why in the world didn't you say yes?

- Because dating for me now is... tricky.

- Tricky? Since when?

- Since I inherited a teenage son.

Let's recapitulate the basic,

isolate the variable...

We add X to both sides of the equation.

Get rid of the 17.

- Oops!

Thanks.

- We're left with a coefficient of...

six.

- Hey!

- Hey.

- Hey, new kid,

you trying to steal my girl?

- I'm not your girl, Roger! Now leave him alone.

- I'll leave him alone.

Once I teach him

to keep his eyes off what doesn't belong to him.

Hear that? I'm gonna kick your ass, new kid!

- My name is Steven Carver.

- Yeah, I know who you are.

My cousin over at Midtown told me all about you

and your dad.

- Just drop it, Roger.

- He told me about your family and what your dad did.

He told me he wouldn't even be surprised

if little Stevie Carver ended up just like his dad.

- Go, go! Fight, fight!

Go! Kick his ass!

There is no fighting

on school grounds.

I understand.

I'm sure it was just--

- It's a relatively simple rule,

but one which we take very seriously here, Ms. Carver.

- Yeah, I get it. No fighting.

- Weren't you a student here, Ms. Carver?

- Yes, Ms. Schneider.

- I thought I recognized you.

- Does it hurt?

- No.

- Roger can be a jerk sometimes.

- Sometimes?

- A lot of the time...

most of the time, really.

If it's any consolation,

I think you gave him a pretty good black eye.

- It looks worse than it feels at this point.

- Hmm... I don't know.

I think it's kind of sexy.

Look, Steven's a good kid.

He's just having a hard time adjusting.

- I stress the point

because Steven just transferred to our school this year.

And only 2 weeks in, we have an incident.

Now, if this is the sort of behaviour

I should expect from your son--

- Whoa! Steven's not my son, he's my nephew.

- Excuse me?

- He's not my son, he's my nephew.

- Oh, I'm sorry. I understood that--

- I'm his legal guardian.

I mean, he's in my custody... care,

whatever the term for it is.

I'm raising Steven.

- And where are Steven's parents?

- His mom, my sister-in-law, died when he was 6.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

I had no idea that...

And Steven's father?

- My brother, Max Carver.

- I remember him.

Where is he?

- That's a bit more complicated.

- Hello, Max.

- Long time, no see. - David.

- You don't look happy to see me.

- That's because I'm not.

- Well, I must say,

visiting a federal penitentiary's

not exactly my idea of a good time either.

- Try it from my side of the glass.

- I'd rather not.

Your lawyer won't return my calls,

or you've instructed him not to.

Either way, I'm concerned.

- What do you want?

- We said a year.

It's been a year.

- Well, in case you haven't noticed,

things have changed, David.

- This doesn't have to be hard.

Just do the right thing.

If not for yourself, then...

think about your son, Steven.

- Are you threatening my family?

- Just consider it friendly advice.

- I tell you what you want now,

and I become a loose end, don't I?

No...

I think our new arrangement

works much better for both of us.

- And what arrangement might that be?

- I sit here doing my time quietly,

and I don't see or hear from you again until I get out.

- If you get out.

Look around you, Max. You're in prison.

It's a dangerous place, things happen.

And where are we if something should happen to you?

- Well, you better make sure nothing happens to me.

- Hmm...

- Oh, and, David,

don't ever threaten my son again.

- And?

- He was less than cooperative.

- So, what's next?

- Call some friends.

I want the message sent in a more...

persuasive manner.

Oh, and, Finn,

we need him alive.

- Can you believe the way

Howard's been tearing it up this season?

If the bullpen could give him some support,

we might actually have a shot at the pennant.

What's wrong, Carver?

- You ever have that feeling

that something really bad is just around the corner?

- I'm a female correctional officer in a men's prison.

I don't know anything but that feeling.

- Right.

- You got something on your mind?

- Yeah.

McNabe, can you do me a favour?

- Depends. How much trouble is it gonna get me into?

- None.

- Returning prisoner 0782409.

Copy that.

- Could you make sure that gets mailed for me?

- Yeah, not a problem.

- Thank you, Alex.

- You OK, Carver?

'Cause you don't look OK.

- Uh, yeah, sure.

It's just... something I ate.

- Yo!

- Steven?

- Dad?

- Hey, Stevie. How's it going, kid?

- All right, I guess.

- Well, you don't sound too sure.

- Why are you calling?

- I am your dad.

I just wanted to hear your voice, that's all.

Steven, you know I love you, right?

- Yeah.

- You know that I'm sorry, right?

- Yeah.

- I just need to hear you say that you know that.

- I know, Dad.

- You following the season?

- A little.

- Good, good!

Who's the best team of all time?

- You know.

- I know, but do you know?

- The 1980 Phillies.

- The 1980 Phillies, that's right,

team of destiny.

Hey...

Larry Bowa.

- Come on, Dad.

- No, you come on!

- I'm not a kid anymore.

- Humour your old man. Larry Bowa.

- Shortstop, 144 hits,

.267 batting average.

- You still got it, huh?

Bake McBride.

- Dad...

- Bake McBride!

- Right field, 171, .309 batting average.

- OK, how about this one... Manny Trillo.

- What are you doing?

Why do you need to do this, to call me?

- I'm just trying--

- You can't pretend that I'm 10 years old,

or that you're just away on some business trip

and that everything's normal, 'cause it's not!

My dad being in prison isn't normal.

- It's OK, Steven.

- It isn't OK!

I don't wanna play your stupid game or talk to you.

I gotta go.

- No, you can't lie.

No, no.

- Can we talk?

- Sure.

- Thank you. The fight at school...

- I didn't start it.

- OK, I didn't say you did.

- He was picking on me.

I was only defending myself.

- Hey, I'm on your side.

I just can't have you beating up everyone

who runs his mouth at you.

- I know, but he said...

- What did he say?

- He said...

He said I was going to end up just like my dad.

- Steven, listen to me.

What my brother did, it breaks my heart.

- He robbed a bank. My dad's a bank robber.

- I know, I'm so mad at him I could just...

Your father made a mistake, a stupid mistake.

And he's paying the price.

But he's also done a lot of good in his life, too, right?

I know he loves you very much.

And I know that you still love him.

That's gotta count for something.

- I guess.

Remember the good, Steven.

It's a lot easier than getting hung up on the bad.

You know what I mean?

- Yeah.

- We're gonna get through this.

You and me are in this together, OK?

- I know.

- So next time,

give him a black eye for me, too, OK?

So, who's that blonde I saw you talking to in the hallway?

- OK, conversation over. - She was cute, too.

- Out!

- Maybe we should invite her over for dinner.

Lights out!

- You trying to cheat me?

- Who you calling a cheat, bitch?

- This is Officer McNabe. I need tactical on Unit B, now!

- Your friend, Finn, wanted us to deliver a message.

He says, you know what they want

and they're tired of waiting!

- Ah, ah!

- Thanks for the message.

- I need a medic!

I need a medic on Block D.

10-4, sending medic to Block D.

- Can you turn it down, please!

Did you finish your homework?

- Didn't have any.

- Go do it!

- Hey, Jules.

- Hey.

- It's been a long time.

- Mmm...

- You look good.

- Uncle Kurt!

- Hey, kid!

Doing all right in school?

- Yeah.

- He'll be doing a lot better

if he doesn't get himself expelled first.

- You wanna give me a minute with your aunt?

- Come on!

- Homework, now!

- Can I come in?

So how's the, um, fashion design thing going?

- The fashion design thing is going well.

- Look, if you're still upset

about how things ended between you and me...

- You and me was a long time ago.

- Well, that's good.

I'd hate to think you held a grudge or anything.

- You show up, you disappear, that's your thing.

I guess I just didn't expect you

to knock on my door again.

- I wouldn't have if it wasn't important.

- What's so important?

- It's about Max, Jules.

- I don't get you, Kurt.

You and Max were best friends.

Everything you've been through together:

Somalia, Semper Fi--

- Semper Fi is the marines, we were Rangers.

- I guess I just can't understand

why you weren't there to stop him.

- Jules...

- What?

- Max is in intensive care in the prison hospital.

- What?

- He's in a coma.

- What happened?

He got in a fight.

He had a fall. He lost a lot of blood.

The doctors say

that they did everything they could, but...

They don't know. They don't, uh...

They're not sure he's gonna wake up.

- Why didn't somebody call me?

- Max probably gave them my number at the prison.

You know, he figured if they were calling

it wasn't gonna be good news.

And he'd want you to hear it from somebody you knew,

somebody you trusted.

Me.

It's gonna be all right.

- How's it gonna be all right?

How am I gonna tell Steven?

- Look, what about here?

- Eh!

- He's in a coma.

The doctors don't know if he's gonna make it.

- Well, that's not the message I asked to be sent, now is it?

- They said they had no choice.

- I guess I'll say the same thing

when they find your body in a dumpster, huh, Finn?

Don't screw up again. You understand?

If Max dies, how do we find the money?

I guess it's time for plan B.

- You've got a plan B?

- I always have a plan B.

I hung up on him.

Sorry?

- The last time we spoke, me and my dad.

I hung up on him.

He was trying to play this stupid game with me

that we used to play when I was little.

He'd give me the name of one of the 1980 Phillies

and I'd give him his hits and batting average.

And he phoned from prison

and was trying to get me to play this stupid game.

I just got so mad at him!

And I hung up.

Then he...

- He knew.

- What did he know?

- He knew you loved him.

- Ms. Carver?

- Yes.

- Warden Adams. Please, follow me.

So, when was the last time the boy saw his father?

- Sentencing.

- This might not be easy for him.

- I don't think... I can't do this!

I don't want to!

- Listen, Steven. Are you sure?

- I can't go in there!

- It's OK.

- I'm saying I can't go in there!

- All right, we don't have to.

- I just wanna go home.

- OK, let's go home.

- He's a tough guy. He's gonna be all right.

He'll pull through this.

- Don't say that to him! You don't know that!

- I'm just trying to--

- Just leave us alone.

- Jules...

- Morning.

Where are you off to?

- School.

- Steven, you don't have to.

I gave Molly the day off.

The buyers gave me a few extra days.

I just assumed--

- I know. I want to.

- OK.

You wanna rent a movie tonight?

- Um, no.

If it's OK with you,

I'd rather just play some video games

and be by myself tonight.

- OK. Yeah, sure.

- Looks like he's off to school.

- I know her.

- Who is she?

- She's a guard at the prison.

No, you take the van, you follow the kid.

- What are you gonna do?

- Satisfy my curiosity.

- Ms. Carver? Julia Carver?

- Yes.

- You don't know me.

My name's Alex, Alexandra McNabe.

I'm a correctional officer at Hemlock.

- Are you here... Is Max...

- No, no. He, uh...

He hasn't woken up yet,

but they say his condition is stable.

No, I'm here because I was a friend of your brother's.

Can I come in? - Yeah.

Were you close with Max?

- Yeah, pretty close.

Until...

- Until he robbed a bank?

- Yeah, I guess so.

I went to see him once

when he was still in county jail during the trial.

That was the last time we ever spoke.

Almost a year ago.

I just couldn't even look at him.

I was so angry...

and scared.

- It can be a scary place.

I was attacked by some inmates once.

I was in real trouble.

Your brother saved my life, you know.

He jumped in and held them off

until backup could get there.

I just...

I just wanted to say your brother's a good person.

Look...

I wanted to bring you this.

The day before Max was attacked,

he asked me to mail that for him.

And with everything that happened,

I never got the chance.

So I wanted to bring it to you personally.

- "But, tell me,

"did she read the name I carved with many vows

"when last with throbbing heart I came to rest?"

- What is it?

- It's a poem. Give me a second.

- Is it supposed to mean something?

- I know this. I know this.

Here, Tennyson, "The Talking Oak."

I used to love that poem when I was in school.

I knew I knew it.

Here.

"Long may thy topmost branch

"discern the roofs of Sumner-place.

"But, tell me,

"did she read the name I carved with many vows

"when last with throbbing heart I came to rest?"

- What is it?

- He didn't finish the line in the poem.

- What's the end of the line?

- "...to rest beneath thy boughs."

I think there's...

something written inside the postcard.

- Can I see it?

Do you have a kettle?

- "The Talking Oak"...

- Do you wanna talk about it?

- Not really.

- OK.

- I heard what happened to your dad.

- So it's all around school already?

- I guess so. You know how it is.

- Yeah, unfortunately.

- I'm surprised you even came to school.

If it was me,

I would of stayed home the whole month if I could.

- I just wanted to be around other kids.

I just wanted to feel normal.

- Yeah, I guess I know what you mean.

- And I kind of wanted to see you.

- Have you ever seen anything like this before?

- Yeah, sometimes gang members in prison

use the trick to send secret messages to other gang members

inside or outside the prison.

But Max wasn't a member of any gang.

And this doesn't look like any message I've ever seen before.

It looks like...

- Music notes.

- Yeah, and what about these 3 numbers?

- 792...

I have no idea what that is.

- Why would Max send you this?

And why would he go to such great lengths to hide it?

- I don't know.

- Do you read music?

- No, Max was the musician in the family.

But I know someone who does.

Excuse me.

- Yeah?

- Is Kurt working today?

- Mm-hmm! Hey, Kurt!

- Yeah?

- You've got a visitor.

- Well, look who's here.

- This isn't a social call. I need your help with something.

- And what would that be?

- Max sent me this right before he got attacked.

- Max sent you a doodle?

- No, there was a poem and I figured out

that underneath the first postcard there was...

Never mind, it's a long story.

Does it mean anything to you?

They look like music notes.

- Yes, they are music notes.

- Well, do you recognize the tune?

- Yeah, this is a song Max and I wrote

back when we were in that band.

Although it doesn't make sense

the way it's written out like this.

There's a half beat too long in the 4th bar.

- So it doesn't mean anything then?

- I didn't say it didn't mean anything,

I just said it doesn't make sense.

- Yeah, well, thanks for--

- Why would Max send you this anyway?

- I'm trying to figure that out.

Can I have my postcard back, please?

- Just give me a sec.

G, A, B...

Max, you sly son of bitch.

- What?

- It's not the tune, it's what's hidden in the tune.

You see these notes here?

G, A, B, B...

G, A, B, B...

That's a rest, but it looks a lot like a Y.

G-A-B-B-Y, Gabby.

Gabby's Jazz Club,

it's where Max and I used to hang out.

- Where is it?

- I'll pick you up at 8:00.

- You're all lookin' good.

- They're good.

- Better than you ever were, that's certain.

It's been a long time since I heard your voice in my club.

- Yep!

Gabby Miltown is the greatest trumpet player

I have ever heard live.

Max and I used to come in here and watch him perform.

Then we'd just sit around for hours

listening to him tell stories

about playing with all the greats.

Coleman, Monk...

- Mmm! Those were some days.

So, what do you think?

- Oh, I--I like it.

- Sorry, Gab, she doesn't understand jazz.

- You aren't supposed to understand it.

You're supposed to feel it, taste it,

jump right in and swim in it!

You hear that?

That's jazz right there!

It's spontaneous!

It's--it's alive! Innovation and improvisation.

Musician and composer collaborating

like a couple of, um...

- Lovers?

- Yeah.

- What'd you say your name was?

- Julia.

- Julia...

- Gabby, can I ask you a question?

- Ask away, Julia.

- Do you know why my brother

might want me to speak with you?

- Well, that depends. Who is your brother?

- Max Carver.

- Max Carver?

Max Carver is your brother?

- Yes.

- So you're Julia Carver!

- Yeah, why?

- Ellie! Ellie, honey!

- Yeah?

- You know that letter that I keep in my desk drawer?

You know the one.

The one that's been there forever.

- Bottom right drawer, that one?

- Bring it to me, would ya?

- Sure.

- What's so funny?

- It seems as though I have a letter for you,

Ms. Julia Carver.

- You do?

- That's right.

It came in the mail one day

with a note from your brother.

It said: "If my sister, Julia, ever comes in,

"give this to her."

I've been holding on to it for almost a year now.

I was wondering if you were ever gonna show up.

And here you are.

How is your brother anyway?

- He, um...

He's doing great!

- Oh, well, it's all right.

That boy will turn it around.

- Here you go, Gab.

- Thank you, Ellie.

I believe this belongs to you.

And on that note,

I'm going to bid you both a very good evening.

- Thanks, Gabby. - Kurt...

It was wonderful to hear your voice again.

It's better than listening to you play that bass.

And it was indeed a pleasure meeting you, Julia.

- It was a pleasure to meet you.

And thank you.

- You know, your brother was one hell of a trumpet player.

Yes, indeed.

- "Dear Sis,

"if you're sitting somewhere reading this,

"then things haven't exactly turned out as I planned.

"There's no excuse for what I did."

But if it means anything at all, I'm sorry.

You always knew how I enjoyed my time being a rebel.

Even at the height of my career,

I counted on you to help me out of trouble.

Well, I'm counting on you to do it again.

"I'm sorry for all the intrigue,

"but there are people who would stop at nothing

"to get what I am hoping you will find."

Chances are, they've already gotten to me.

I need to be sure that it's you that solves this mystery.

I need to be sure that it's you that finds it.

You're a clever girl.

You may need some help,

but if anyone can figure it out, you can.

Just be careful, Sis.

There's one other thing I need you to do for me.

Something, more than anything, I wish I could do myself.

- Hey, buddy, can you spare a little something for a vet?

- Drive!

- "Tell S. I love him.

"Max."

He must have written this

right before he got taken into custody.

- He must have found some way to hide it before he got caught.

And now he's leaving you these clues so you can find it.

- When we were kids,

he used to take my stuff all the time just to piss me off.

He'd hide them and then send me

on these elaborate treasure hunts to find them.

- We're not talking about a hairbrush here

or a baby girl's doll.

- No, he's got me looking for almost $20 million!

- That's a lot of money, Jules.

- So, who else is looking for it?

- Probably the people who helped him steal it.

- I have to go to the police.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

With what? With a postcard and a letter?

And say what?

That your convict brother has sent you on a treasure hunt?

- Then what do I do?

- You find the money.

Wait a second, wait a second, listen!

Obviously, you're the only person

that's gonna be able to figure out these clues, right?

So, if you wanna turn the money in,

that's fine, that's your thing.

But you are gonna have to find it.

Max has made sure of that.

- I gotta get home.

I told Steven I'd be back over an hour ago.

- So, you know what you think you might wanna do?

- It's all a little overwhelming, you know?

I think I just need to close my eyes and sleep--

Oh my God! Steven?

Steven!

Steven!

Steven!

Where is he, Kurt?

Where is he?

What's that?

What's this? "Hit redial?"

Hello?

- So you got my message.

- Steven?

- Is safe here with us.

- What do you want?

- A simple trade:

what your brother stole for the boy.

- I don't have it.

- Julia, you're gonna have to do better than that.

Steven is counting on you.

- I can get it.

- That's more like it.

You have 2 days to give me what I want.

If you don't, Steven is dead.

If you contact the police

or alert the authorities in any way, Steven is dead.

Am I being clear?

- Yes, but--

- I'll be in contact.

- Wait, let me talk to Steven--

They--they have him.

They have Steven.

- What do they want?

- The money.

They said if I go to the cops, they're gonna kill him.

- It's gonna be all right.

What do you wanna do?

- I'm gonna get the money and I'm gonna get Steven back.

- We don't even know what the next clue is.

- I think I do.

- Good news, Steven.

Your Aunt Julia's gonna get us our money.

The two of you

just might make it out of this alive, after all.

- You better pray she comes through, kid.

- I thought you said you could pick the lock.

- I can pick the lock.

- Can you pick it a little quicker?

I think someone might see us

if you're still working on it come morning bell.

- You know, if someone would hold the light

without wiggling it around, that'd be helpful.

- You just don't know what you're doing!

- Do you wanna pick the lock?

- You see, I told you I could pick the lock.

Now are you gonna apologize for what you said?

I guess that'd be a no.

After you.

So you wanna tell me

why we're breaking into our old high school?

- Second paragraph in Max's letter.

- What about it?

- "You always knew how I enjoyed my time as a rebel."

- And?

Right...

Well, we can't search the whole school.

- We don't have to.

Max enjoyed his time as a Rebel one way and one way only.

- Well, there's nothing in the men's locker room.

What about you?

I don't know.

I think we might be barking up the wrong tree

with this whole swim team idea.

- It has to be here.

- OK, well, where?

- Wait a sec.

Max wrote: "...how I enjoyed my time as a rebel."

- That's right.

- Well, how he enjoyed his time wasn't up here.

It was in there.

- What?

- Go in and look for the next clue.

- I forgot my bathing suit.

- Well, so did I.

- Well, as I recall, there were 2 Carvers on the swim team.

- Seriously?

- I picked the lock.

- Chivalry, my butt!

- Well, I'll hold your coat.

- Fine!

Turn!

Big, strong Ranger doesn't wanna get in the water, huh?

You don't get a free peek just for fun.

Do you have long hair? No!

Geronimo.

Where do I look?

- Try the sides and make your way around the pool.

It's probably gonna be somewhere below the water line.

- I'm not finding anything.

- Keep going, you're doing great.

You're doing fabulous.

- It's a pretty big pool.

How the hell am I gonna find anything?

- What was the other line in the note?

He said something about "at the height of my career."

How tall would you say Max is?

- I don't know, 6 feet, maybe.

- Six feet?

- I think I found something.

Are there any goggles around here?

- Um...

- Shine the light down over here.

Sink!

Sink's the key.

265 and, I think, Independence.

- That's the next clue? - Yeah!

- Well, what's that supposed to mean?

- I don't know, but that's what it says.

You gonna help me out of the pool now?

Are you gonna be OK on the couch?

- Yeah, I guess so.

- I just didn't feel safe. I couldn't stay at my place.

- No problem.

- Kurt?

- Yeah?

- My brother once told me that you saved his life,

but he wouldn't tell me anything more about it.

Is that true?

- Yeah, I guess.

- What happened?

- We were in Bravo in Mogadishu.

We were taking heavy fire from the locals.

Max and I were next to each other on a corner,

and this kid, he was, like, 11 or 12, came out of nowhere.

He shoots Max in the back of the leg.

- Geez!

- We're supposed to meet up for evac with the convoy.

But the way Max is bleeding,

I know there's no way he's gonna make it.

By the time I get him there,

the convoy's gonna be long gone.

So, I dragged him into this old bombed-out building,

patched him up as best I could,

and we just waited until dark.

- And then what?

- I carried him from cover to cover.

I carried him through the whole city

until we finally got to the 2nd extraction point at dawn.

- Why do you think Max never told me?

- I don't know.

It's just one of those things, you know?

It wasn't something we talked about.

It's just always there, between us.

It wasn't really something to share with other people.

- Until now?

- Well, it seems kind of stupid to keep it a secret

when he's in a coma.

So, the sink's the key, huh?

- Yeah, yeah, um...

I think we should start with 265 Independence.

It could be...

an address?

Um, we should get a jump on it first thing.

- Good night.

- Right, night.

265 Independence.

- It's a bank.

- The bank.

The bank Max robbed.

- Why the hell would he send you here?

- I have no clue, but the sink's the key.

Are there bathrooms here?

Thanks.

- I gotta go, too.

Hey!

Yeah, that's some quality marble!

- I didn't find anything.

- Me neither, although I may have made a new friend.

- I don't know why Max sent us here,

but whichever sink is the key, it isn't any of these.

- Yeah, well, which sink is it then?

- Um, hello.

- You're--

- Amy.

- Steven's friend, right?

- Yeah, I was wondering, is he here?

I haven't seen him around school

and I tried calling and I was getting a little worried.

Well, maybe not worried, but, um, is he here?

I brought him some class work.

- Amy, Steven, uh...

He's visiting my aunt in New York.

- Oh, cool! He didn't tell me he was going to New York.

- Last-minute decision.

- Oh...

- Are you guys, like, OK?

- Oh, we just, kind of, lost something.

- Oh, that sucks.

When I lose stuff,

my mom always tells me to go to the last place I saw it

and retrace my steps.

- Thanks, Amy. That's a really good idea.

I'll give these to Steven. Thank you again.

And I'll be sure to tell Steven that you were asking after him.

- Oh! Just, like, you know, as a friend only.

- Right, as a friend.

- See you, Ms. C.

- What's the last place with a sink

that Max could have hidden a clue?

I can give you room 8.

- You don't understand.

I need the room where the police arrested that guy

who robbed the bank!

- I gotta give you the next available room.

You can't pick and choose, company policy.

- All right, but you know the room she's talking about, right?

- Sure, room 10.

I was there when they kicked in the door.

It was too cool, man!

- Police, get down!

- I scored 20 Gs making that call to the police, you know.

Hey, just doing my civic duty, right, man?

Geez, chill!

- Look, buddy, my girlfriend, she's what you call kinky.

She gets off on doing it in infamous places, you know?

It gets her excited.

- Sweet!

- So, what do you say we forget company policy and you, uh...

just give us room 10?

So?

It's a safe-deposit box key.

- To the bank at 265 Independence, no doubt.

- Leave it to my brother to steal $20 million

and then put it right back where he stole it from.

- Well, the bank's gonna be closed now.

So we'll have to wait till tomorrow

for you to figure out how you're gonna

break into someone else's safe-deposit box.

- No, we should just stay here tonight.

At least there are 2 beds.

You don't have to sleep on a couch on my account.

Thanks.

- I just hope wherever Steven is, he's OK.

- Hey!

Hello, kiddo!

Time's almost up!

That auntie of yours still hasn't found our money.

We should send her a little souvenir, huh?

Motivate her a little bit.

- I'm not scared.

- Oh yeah, you are.

But, see, that's all right. You should be.

- You think you're some big bad bank robber,

but you're a nobody.

- Now, see, that's where you're wrong kid.

I am a big bad bank robber.

And now I've moved up to kidnapping,

and, at the moment, toying with the idea of murder,

so maybe just watch what you say.

- They'll catch you, you know.

- Is that right?

- You're gonna end up in prison just like my dad.

- No, no, no, see, your dad was stupid and weak.

He didn't have the stomach to do what needed to be done.

Me and my partner, we're real bad guys.

Now, you tell me.

You think about that and tell me you're not scared.

Hmm?

- Wow, did I need that.

- I wasn't gonna say anything.

We're gonna get him back, right?

- Yeah, we're gonna get him back.

I promise.

- Sometimes I just wonder how my life would have been different

if Max hadn't robbed that bank.

I love Steven,

but sometimes I don't think I was ready to be a mom.

I still don't think so.

I wonder if I made the right decision to take custody of him.

- Steven is lucky to have you.

What?

- It's just funny how things turn out.

Being back at our old high school

just kind of brings back old memories.

- Yeah, listen, about that...

How things ended between you and me.

I'm sorry.

- You're sorry for dumping me?

- Yeah.

- Well, that's comforting.

- You were my best friend's sister.

I didn't think it was a good idea.

- And it didn't occur to you to ask my opinion?

- No, I guess not.

I still think about it, about...

you, a lot, if that's any consolation.

- No, it really isn't.

The look on your face, it's priceless.

Um...

It happens.

I got over you, don't worry.

- OK.

- You know, the more I think about it,

Max would have known that I'd go to you with the postcard.

And that you would take me to the jazz club.

Max wanted me to ask for your help.

And if he can trust you,

I guess that means I can, too.

- Jules...

- I shouldn't have said what I said to you in my apartment,

about you not being there for him.

- I, uh...

I gotta tell you something.

- You've always been a good friend...

even if you can be a real jackass sometimes.

OK, and how would you like those?

Over easy, please.

- Hello, Kurt.

- I ought to kill you right now.

- Oh, come on, don't make a scene.

- Where's Steven?

- He's safe.

- Really, with your psychotic little buddy Finn?

Nobody ever talked to me about taking the kid.

I never agreed to that!

- I felt Julia needed a little extra incentive.

- It was not part of the plan!

- Kurt, focus on the task at hand.

Get us our money and everyone wins.

- If you hurt that kid...

- What? Hmm?

- Max may have held up his end

keeping his mouth shut when the cops questioned him.

I might not be so accommodating.

- Need I remind you

that there were 4 of us on that robbery, Kurt?

You were there that night, too.

Don't forget that.

And I don't think you'd appreciate 20 years in prison

anymore than the rest of us.

So don't ever threaten me again.

Now, if you don't want Finn to hurt the boy,

don't let it come to that.

Find our money.

- Hey!

- Hey!

- You all right?

- Yeah, fine.

You go all the way to Columbia to get this coffee?

- That's funny. Don't ask.

Listen, Julia, about last night--

- Kurt, what needs to be said between you and me

can wait until we get Steven back, right?

- Yeah, no. Yeah, it can wait.

- OK.

Let's do this.

Yes, I'd like to access my safe-deposit box.

- Certainly, may I have the number, please?

- The number?

- Yes, the number of the safe-deposit box.

- Right, the number of the safe-deposit box.

I'm always forgetting the number.

It's just some stupid mental block I have.

You'd think I'd have written it down.

I mean, I have the key. I was just sort of hoping--

- I'm sorry, but without the client's 3-digit number,

we simply cannot allow you--

- I understand.

Really, I do. I just--

Sorry, did you say 3 digits?

- Of course.

- 792, I guess I did write it down.

- Just sign the pad, please.

Thank you, Ms. Carver. If you'll follow me.

791, 792.

Just press the buzzer when you're done,

and I'll return it to the vault.

- Thank you.

There's $20 million in this box.

Manny Trillo?

Who the hell is Manny Trillo?

Dammit, Max! This isn't a game anymore!

I have to find that money

if I'm gonna have any chance of saving Steven.

I can't do this.

- Well, what do you wanna do now?

Julia, what do you wanna do?

- Hello?

- Time's up.

Do you have my money?

- Let me talk to Steven.

- Steven, say hello to your aunt.

- Julia! Julia!

- Steven, can you hear me?

- Julia!

- You're gonna be OK! I'm gonna get you home!

- Julia, you can't trust--

- Steven?

Hello? Hello?

- Now, do you have my money?

- Yes, I have it.

- Good, then get in your car

and get on the Vine Street Expressway.

I'll call you with more instructions

once you're en route.

- No!

- Julia, don't start getting any ideas now.

- I'm not just gonna drive to who knows where

so you can kill me and Steven when I hand you the money.

You're gonna meet me where I tell you to meet me.

- And where might that be?

- Triland, the long-term parking garage out by the airport.

- Fair enough.

- Second floor, in two hours.

- What are you gonna do when you get there

and they see that you don't have the money?

- I don't have a choice.

I have to think of something.

I'm scared.

- I know.

- Where'd you get a gun?

- It doesn't matter.

- I don't know the first thing about--

- It's not for you, it's for me.

You go to the 2nd floor of the parking garage

like you told them.

Don't look for me. I'll find you.

- OK.

- You're gonna be OK.

- Right.

Hello?

Who are you?

- I'm exactly who you think I am.

- That's close enough.

- Where's my money?

- Where's Steven?

- Finn!

- Let Steven go and I'll give you your money.

- You give me my money now or we kill the boy.

- If you kill us, you'll spend the next 6 months

searching the trunk of every single car in the garage

to find it.

- That's very clever, Julia.

- That's just the half of it.

Now, let Steven go.

- Oh, Julia...

You really ought to choose better friends.

Hello, Kurt.

Oh, it's gotta sting, doesn't it?

It was a 4-man job, Julia.

Mr. Warnecke here, he's the man with the plan.

In fact, he convinced your brother to come onboard,

which I find rather ironic.

Because if I had to venture a guess

as to why your brother didn't turn us in as accomplices,

I'd have to say it was out of some

misguided sense of loyalty to old Kurt there.

How's that for being good friends, huh?

- You son of a bitch!

- I'm sorry, Jules.

- This is very touching.

I think you've run out of options, Julia.

Now tell me where my money is

or we kill the boy.

- I don't know where it is.

- Finn, shoot him in the head.

- No!

- Wait, wait!

She doesn't know...

but he does.

- What do you... Kurt, please!

- You bastard!

- Manny Trillo, Steven.

Manny Trillo.

- Manny Trillo, uh, 2nd base, 155 hits.

Uh, .296, uh, no...

.292 batting average.

- Kurt, what the hell does this mean?

- Look around.

Second base: 2B.

License plate: 155292.

Well, how 'bout that.

- 155292...

- That's it!

- Well, open the trunk.

- I don't... I don't have a key.

- Lucky for us, I do. Now open it.

- It's there.

- Now kill them.

- Kurt, I'm begging you.

Please don't do this.

- I'm sorry, Steven.

That was really stupid, Kurt!

- Did you really think I was gonna let you hurt them?

- This doesn't change anything!

It just means that I gotta kill all three of you now.

- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

- It's OK, it's OK.

- It wasn't Max's fault, Jules.

You gotta believe me.

- I do.

- I made him go along with the robbery.

He didn't want to. He didn't want me to.

I told him he owed me 'cause I saved his life.

- It's OK.

Kurt...

- Take this, point it and shoot.

I never thought they were gonna take Steven.

- Shhh!

- I had to pretend.

I had to make them think I was going along with them

'cause it was the only way I could keep you safe.

- It worked.

Kurt, it worked.

- OK.

- Oh, you are really pissing me off, kid.

Go on.

- Way to go, hero.

Come on, kid, don't make this hard on yourself!

Just give me my money!

- Whoa! OK!

- Drop the bag.

Come on, kid. What are you doing?

- Getting out of the way.

- Huh?

- Oh my God!

- You OK?

- It's OK.

- I think so.

Thank you.

- Likewise.

- He came out of his coma last night.

He's weak, but the doctors say he's gonna be fine.

- Come here, kid.

Come here.

- I love you, Dad.

I love you, too.