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Come on, you can do it.

It's hard to believe
the universe even bothered

putting a brain in that.

4.0 since the 9th grade.
1580 on his SAT's

National Merit Scholar.

He's excellent.

Remember, just to the brink.

You never got far enough
to see the darkness in people.

All you ever knew was love.

That's lucky.

(screaming)

Shh. Don't disturb Daddy.
He's working.

(screams)

Excuse me, I'm sorry,

but I need to take some blood.

It'd be great if you
and your little girl

had the same blood type.

I mean, that would like really
be on your side.

Is she gonna go into surgery?

The doctor didn't say.
The doctors never say.

At least not to me they don't.

- Charlie...
- Ooo, I vant to drink your blood.

Don't.

That is a very important sample.

Some bitch of a specialist
made a big deal about it.

Nurse?
Do you have the Gregg sample?

The swimmer?

Yes, Doctor.

It's right here.

(sobbing)

Oh, thank god.

Someone has to get the kitten
out of the tree.

- Oh, my baby.
- I mean it, Mommy. Right now.

Don't worry, honey.

We're gonna get the kitten
out of the tree, okay?

We're gonna get
all the kittens

out of all the trees
all over the whole wide world.

You know what else
we'll do?

We'll even put some
kittens up in some trees

just so we can
get 'em out. Okay?

So this is it.

That's my dad.

What a surprise!

Think he'd miss his chance
to share in the glory?

Maybe he brought
the vintage champagne.

May I have that, please?

Dad, we have to have that
to the lab

and processed in the next six hours
or we go back to square zero.

So you just
happened to hear

about this world class
scholar and athlete

who just happened to be
at death's door?

Well, we do have our contacts
at all the major

medical centers across the country.

It would take a long time

for something this perfect
to just turn up.

Well, I guess we got lucky.

You got damn lucky,
if you ask me.

What exactly are you saying, Dad?

I'm sure you'll forgive me for
jumping to unpleasant conclusions.

See, I let you run
with this project...

this minefield
of a project...

because I thought
it'd do you good

to be stuck
with some consequences.

But I think you know
that this time

when you bring the house
down around your head...

there'll be no building
of libraries or prep schools

so they won't kick you out.

Well, there won't be a "this time".

"War Without Widows"
is an idea whose time has come.

Today, thanks
to the joint efforts

of the Department of Defense
and Oslett Technologies...

we begin an awesome adventure.

The age of sending our fragile
irreplaceable sons to war is over.

From a thread of DNA taken
from a single human blood cell

and implanted in the nucleus
of an unfertilized egg...

we will forge
a new warrior.

A warrior who leaves
no widows or orphans

and feels no grief or fear.

And with enough fuel
his wounds will heal themselves

almost instantly and he'll be able
to march for days with no sleep.

And if I'm to believe
what the scientists

are telling me about a gene that
carries extra sensory powers...

he may even someday be capable
of getting his orders telepathically.

And he will never doubt the moral
foundation of any order...

even in his heart.

It's that doubt that is
a soldier's greatest agony.

He won't have superhuman strength...

but his metabolism will be
to yours and mine as...

well as the engine of a
Lamborghini is to a bicycle.

You'll note the child has reached
full gestation in only 19 weeks.

If the growth agents
we've been experimenting with

keep working miracles
at the same rate...

he'll be ready for the kind of
work General Ames has in mind

by the time he's chronologically
ten years old.

It's unfortunate this breakthrough comes
at the expense of a tragic accident.

Well, Senator...

I like to think that
a brilliant young athlete...

even after death,
has the opportunity to do great things.

I mean, we're standing
at Kitty Hawk, my friends.

We're watching Columbus
sail from Cadiz.

(crying)

- General?
- No, you go ahead, Drew.

What is it, darling?
Are you all right?

Nothing. I think I just
swallowed something

the wrong way, that's all.

When my son first told me
he wanted to be a writer,

I told him he'd better
find himself a rich wife.

When he told me
he was going to marry an artist,

I told his mother to
get his old room ready

for the day when
he'd have to throw himself

on the mercy
of his hard-working parents.

I am so happy to say
I haven't been right yet.

To my son,

on the publication of
his first novel,

the first of many.

And if any of you know

where such a nice boy
got the idea

for the scene with
the drill and the snake,

please... don't tell me.

To Marty.

- Here, here.
- Well said.

Excuse me.

I'm just gonna get
a little air.

Kathy, could you take her
for a second?

What's going on?

I don't know.
It's weird...

it's... I feel like
I'm scared or something.

Do I need to call a doctor?

No, it's... it's not physical.

If there was something
to be scared about, I'd understand.

Are you kidding?

What's scarier than having
all your dreams come true?

I think I feel better.

I could get the kids
out here on some pretext

and we could all
sneak away to Bora Bora.

Why drag the kids into it?

You know, I've seen photos
of the swimmer at that age.

There isn't the slightest resemblance.

With all the experimentation we did
with his genetic makeup...

there was the possibility that we
would alter his appearance

but not his talents.

Are you ready to meet Alfie?

Oh, yes.

It's okay, Alfie...

I brought a friend.

This is General Ames.
I'd like you to meet him.

Alfie. Actually,
we met once before

when you were
a very little boy.

I... just came by
to see how you're doing.

I'm doing great, sir.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

I brought you a present.
I hope you like checkers.

Wow. I love checkers.
I bet I could beat you.

I'll have to
take you up on that.

Alfie, you can beat
the general at checkers later.

Right now I have
something very important

that I'd like
to discuss with you.

General, would you excuse us, please?

Of course.
I'll see you in a minute, Alfie.

That'd be great.

Thank you.

Alfie, you wanna
send Pepper to his house?

Hey, go to your house, Pepper.

Alfie, have a seat.

I afraid I have
some bad news.

We've discovered in our midst
a dangerous spy.

An assassin that was sent here
with orders to kill all of us.

What spy? Where is he?
I'll take care of him.

Well, I'm sorry that
I have to tell you this...

but the assassin is Pepper.

Pepper's a dog.

That's true, but dogs
can be trained.

And it stands to prove
what I've always told you...

that you can only
trust you and me.

- He's just a dog.
- Alfie, you know what you have to do.

Be at peace, Alfie.

I'm at peace, Father.

Come here, Pepper.
Come here, boy.

No!

No!

Open this door.

Pepper, come!

Get this door open.
Alfie!

Sit.
Stay.

Alfie.

Alfie!

That's enough, Alfie,
don't hurt him.

It's a mistake.
He isn't a spy.

It's a mistake, Alfie.

Make him stop.

I said make him stop!

Be at peace, Alfie.

The General's right.

We made a mistake.

A fearless soldier is not the same thing
as a heartless killer

and if you'd ever been
within 10,000 miles of a combat zone...

that's something you'd know.

I thought the entire
point of this project

was to create
a fearless soldier

who would never question
the moral foundation of an order.

I'm pretty sure
I heard that somewhere

and I think I heard it from you.

Well, that's not what I see.

I see a little boy who's
never learned to be sad,

and I take full
responsibility for that.

Don't be fooled by the
"Aw, shucks, General,

I'd sure like to
play checkers with you" demeanor.

Alfie is a weapon.

He is designed to be
a normal human in the normal world...

but that's all he is,
a brilliant design.

There is no more heart and soul
inside of him

than there is in a Patriot missile.

I'm pulling the plug
on this project.

You don't have the authority
to do that, General.

I take my directives
from the Chairman

of the Armed Services
Committee, not you.

Daddy's roommate at Harvard?

Princeton, actually.

Well, then I'll call my roommate
from West Point.

He's military affairs
editor for the "Post".

And I'll make sure your father
knows he has you to thank

for the Pentagon review
of all defense contracts

currently held
by Oslett Technologies.

Big world, Alfie.
Bigger than anybody told you.

It's filled with
a lot of bad people.

A lot of good people, too.

It's scary.

I know.

It's okay, Alfie.
Everything's gonna be all right now.

Hey, buddy.
How do you feel?

Hungry.

Of course you're hungry.
Your wounds are healing themselves.

Can I go home now
and watch TV?

Absolutely.
Do you think you can walk?

Yes.

Beyond belief. You'd never know
he was even scratched.

I can't believe
we're actually beginning.

And if I have one penny left
when this is finished...

I won't have spent enough.

And the rear mast
is about to...

(explosion sound - hollering)

We've taken a hit!

Man the lifeboats!
Women and children first!

No, Captain,
we will not abandon ship.

We will stand by you
till the end.

My country 'tis of thee,

sweet land of liberty...

Okay guys, be sure
to do your homework.

Don't we always?

Tell Mom I'm going
for a drive.

I'll be back in an hour.

Maybe Brett should get to San Francisco
before the murder.

That way we don't know
if his alibi is a fake until

after Grace confesses
to the Seattle job.

Uh or Aw, you know what?
Forget it.

If Brett gets
to San Francisco before...

If Brett gets there
before Grace,

how does Walter
find out the combination

to the locker at the airport?
Maybe he could...

(horns blaring)

(tires screeching)

I need the number
for a taxi, please.

I blacked out, Paige.

I blacked out and hallucinated
at 60 miles an hour.

You know what it's gonna take for me
to get behind the wheel again?

What if the girls
had been in the car?

What did Dr. Guthridge say?

- Don't cut so close to your fingers.
- You know Paul.

He won't make a guess over the phone,
so I'm gonna go see him

and let him run all the
tests in the world.

Meanwhile, I picked up this book

when I was
researching "Slow Bleed".

Look, cross-referenced
by symptom.

You do not need some
Home Guide to Hypochondria

to tell you that the stress
you've been under would crush

many a lesser man
than Martin Stillwater.

Deadline on a new book,
British rights bidding war,

"Celebs" article on the stands,
what, tomorrow?

Paige, stress is when you don't
have a bidding war

going on over
your British rights.

(sighs)
Listen to this.

Blackout plus amnesia and
hallucinating equals Alzheimer's.

I mean, if I was 40 years older.

Stroke covers blackout
and amnesia

and doesn't say anything
about the hallucinating.

Martin James Stillwater,

look me in the eye
and listen carefully.

- You do not have a brain tumor.
- I think I do.

I mean, I think I might have
something very, very serious.

That's what you thought
a couple of years ago

when you thought you had chest pains.
Turned out to be a pulled muscle.

- I was lucky.
- You're still lucky.

Maybe that's the problem.

You know what
they say about the Fates.

Bunch of old Ionely
witches sitting up there

weaving the same old rug
for the last million years.

They think somebody
gets a little too lucky,

they reach for the scissors.

Any old ladies show up here
with sharp sewing utensils,

they'll have to
talk to me.

(festive music playing -
people talking)

(screams)

(siren wailing)

Welcome to Fort Worth,
Mr. Stiles.

Would you like a map of the area?

A map is the last thing
in the world I need.

Old hand at Texas, are you?

Actually, no, I've never been here
before in my life.

It's a funny thing, though.

Wherever my company sends me,
I just almost automatically

seem to know how to get
where I need to go.

Like a map has been
planted in my head.

Well, it sounds to me
like your company

has a very together
travel department.

By the way, this was
delivered for you.

- Hi, can I help you?
- Soda.

Coming right up.

(TV Announcer:)
The de facto head of Peru's military

had been in the spotlight recently
due to his vehement support

for a widening of the already
bloody border war with Bolivia.

Sources report the suicide note

contained references
to dark thoughts

Obregon was no longer
able to control.

James Ewald of the Senate
Foreign Relations Committee

commented today in Washington,

"We are sorry for the sadness this
may have caused the Colonel's family,

but there's a chance this tragedy
could open a possibility

of a wide and lasting
peace in South America."

Peace.

Hi.

You here for the book fair?

No.

Actually, I'm really quite
busy right now.

(soft music playing - laughter)

(cheering)

Whoa. Rock and Roll.

Ask me how my day went.

How was your day?

I don't know.

Lately I've been feeling like,
what's the point.

Hotel rooms and rented cars
and one city after another...

No, I have a little girl.

Well, she's lucky that it's
against the rules.

"Don't leave a mess, Alfie.
Don't make a mess."

Get out.

Hurry up. Get out!

You have the power
to go that extra mile,

for family...

Remember how mom...

(telephone rings)

Are you there, Alfie?

Where else would I be?

That's very funny.

You really make me laugh sometimes.
Is everything okay?

- When do I get to go home?
- You are home.

You're home every time
you speak to me on the phone.

No, I mean really home.

Mom and Dad and groceries
and a bicycle in the driveway.

You've really been watching
too much television, Alfie.

Alfie...

Be at peace, Alfie.

No.

Be at peace, Alfie.

I am at peace, Father.

Very good.

Now, after a favor for me in Texas,
you'll be going to Miami.

You'll catch a plane
tonight at midnight.

Now turn off the television
so we can discuss your responsibilities.

Are you looking at the picture
of my father and Kingman Flagg?

- I see it.
- Good. That's very good.

Look, Daddy.
I'm the Queen of England.

Daddy, look.

Look, Daddy,
I'm the Queen of England.

Daddy, look.

And I am...

- Daddy, what's wrong?
- Oh, nothing, sweetheart.

Just a little headache
I've had all day. I'll be okay.

Now, where was I?
Ah, yes.

And I am the evil
Grand Duke Lingills,

plotting to steal
your Queendom!

(playful screaming echoes)

Daddy!

Daddy.

Daddy.

What's up?
Is everything all right?

Hello, Dad.

Want to watch some
television with me?

What is this?

I think the first report should
be on just about now.

Business associates have expressed
shock at the heart attack death

of eccentric petroleum
magnate, Kingman Flagg.

A police spokesman has just
announced that although

Flagg had declared
a fight to the death against

a takeover bid by Oslett Industries,
no foul play is suspected.

Kingman Flagg began his
often bumptious career

in the petroleum industry...

You heard?

Yes, well, we already know
the nephews are ready to talk...

Excellent...

Yes, well...

Send flowers and a note with my,
with my signature.

Yes... Bye.

Fate.

Ah, fate.

Oh, she's a nasty customer,
isn't she?

Fate?

Merry Christmas, Dad.

Which means what?

Remember when we shut down
the Triple W project

after General Ames was
killed in the car crash?

Yes.

We didn't really shut it down.

We kept it going very quietly

and it has surpassed
our wildest dreams.

We make these little
beauties in Czechoslovakia,

or whatever the hell
they're calling it these days.

You can pack it with
one cc of anything you like

and it will dissolve in
the human body within 15 minutes.

You killed Kingman Flagg?

Me? No.
No, it wasn't me.

It was Alfie.
The Alfa clone from the project.

I mean, as far as anyone knows,
Kingman Flagg died of a heart attack.

And if Alfie should ever be caught,
which of course he won't be,

he doesn't know one name.

He doesn't know mine,
he doesn't know anybody's.

He doesn't even know where he lives.

I want you to leave.

Go on, get out of here.

Fine.

Listen to me...

for the first time in my life
I'm doing something

that is not
about making money.

Dad, this is something
we can do together

and I want you to
be a part of it.

Do you know what happened
in South America yesterday?

No. No.
I don't want to know.

Like you've ever wanted
to know anything about me!

You come in here, tell me
that you've murdered someone,

and then play the neglected son?

The swimmer...

It wasn't an accident, was it?

No.

I mean, we couldn't very well
have the perfect soldier running around

with the face of
a gold medal swimmer, now could we?

So now you know everything.

And you could turn me in.

And erase me from
your life forever.

But, with the Flagg merger being
investigated by the Justice Department,

and 13 billion dollars at stake,

I'm not going to be packing
for Leavenworth anytime soon.

You know, I suppose it's
really no great loss.

I mean, after all,

we've managed to
get along just fine without you.

"We"?

Who else is
in this with you, Drew?

Excuse me, can you
help me with something?

With what?

What's it like
to have a memory?

I know that's
a strange question, but...

I can remember how
to drive a car

and which way
is left and right, but...

but not things in life,
like on TV.

Not Mom and Dad

and the first time
I rode a bicycle.

I actually have to
get back to work.

No, listen...

please.

This is important.

See...
It's all just blank.

And that makes me really sad.

Like, just now I had...

Well, it was the first time
in my life,

and I just want to be
sure that it was a memory

like on television, like...
like a television show in your head...

Look, could you just
leave me alone, okay?

(laughing)

Good night, Sheldon.

Good night, Loretta.

Good night, Bob.

Good night, Peepers.

I'm going to the corner to
see if the magazine's on the stand.

Just keep it where
I won't accidentally

get a glimpse of it, please.

Why do you always get so
grumpy when somebody mentions

the magazine article?

Because he doesn't
want to be a circus freak.

But we all know it's
way too late for that.

Why do they always think
it's so important

to tell the world that I only
have one kind of shirt?

Strangeness sells magazines.

You know, a complete and total
disinterest in fashion

is a sign of...
distinguished intellect.

Who said that?
Somebody said that, right?

Face it, Dad.
You're weird.

Out of the mouths of babes.
Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night, Mom.

Okay. Here we go.

Made you look. Ten points.

Five, max.

Seven and a half
or no story.

Okay, seven and a half.

"At last, Thanksgiving
is safely past...

More turkey eaten
this year than last.

It rhymes.

More 'taters got stuffed,
more yams got jammed...

into our mouths by
using both hands...

Slaw by the bucket, biscuits by twos,

We all got too fat
to fit in our shoes...

It isn't a day
to be gloomy and listless...

I ask you, young ladies...

- what is it?
- It's Christmas!

The reindeer galloped
like bats out of hell.

If that's Santa's driving...

then Santa's not well.

He hoots, he gibbers,
he chortles and spits.

Whoever knew Santa was
this given to fits?

His mean little eyes
spin like devilish tops,

Somebody, somebody,
call in the cops!

A closer look proves
what we all guessed...

It's psychosis...

and a really bad case of
- back off - halitosis.

So beware when Christmas

comes this year..."

"Unattended vehicles are
subject to immediate tow-away.

For your safety and security,
do not leave your baggage unattended.

The white zone..."

"So beware, when Christmas
comes this year...

Because there is something
new to fear."

- To be continued.
- No!

Yes.

May I have your autograph?

West.

West, I knew it.

Now, I know this
doesn't make any sense...

but somebody has my children.

And I can't
take a plane...

because if I use my credit card
they'll trace me in a second.

Now I know why
they don't give me much cash.

Daddy!

Daddy, help!

Please, Daddy!

Honey, what's wrong?
What is it?

Honey, what's wrong?

What is that doing here?

"Deadly Twilight", remember?

You swore you'd send it
back when you were finished

with your research.

I never got around to it.

I don't want it in
the house, Marty.

- We need it.
- What for?

What are you afraid of?

I love you, Marty, you gotta
tell me what's going on.

I don't know.

I'm right here.
Everything's gonna be fine.

(telephone rings)

Yes?

I'm in Miami.
Guess who isn't?

What?

He checked in
for an 11:10 flight.

His boarding pass
has been handed in.

Try to transcend
denial, Drew.

Our boy has gone AWOL.

He can't go AWOL, Carl...

because he can't do anything
without asking permission.

Well, if...
you like that reality better.

Do you think he's hurt?

I mean, if he was hurt,
we'd know, right?

Well, he's definitely
out there and he's on the move.

How fast can you
get to Phoenix?

- Fast.
- All right.

I'll meet you in baggage
claim at 3:00 p.m.

Little do-it-yourself
shoe repair?

Oh, no. I'm figuring
my company must have

some kind
of a way of tracking me.

Some kind of transmitter
of some kind.

I haven't found any
implants under my skin...

so these shoes are about
the only place it could be.

Makes sense.

I knew it. I knew they wouldn't
let me get away so easy.

Hey...

You guys be
careful today, okay?

Daddy, we're gonna
be late for school.

Daddy, don't move a muscle.

Made you look!
Made you look!

Eight points. Address all
complaints to the management.

"A closer look proves
what we've guessed...

It's psychosis.
And a really bad case of...

back off - halitosis!"

- You know what, Daddy?
- What?

You're so silly.

You call me the second
you feel anything weird, okay?

Millisecond.

A killer, but not a bad guy.

Misunderstood by society...

Forced to kill because
of what had been done to him.

A posse on his trail.

Hi, Jan, it's Marty.

Hi. Oh, god, Marty, I just read
"Crimes of Fashion". Incredible.

- Thanks... listen...
- I mean unbelievable.

I never would've guessed
it would have been the manicurist.

I mean, not in a million years.

Oh, we aim to please.

Is there a chance
the doc can see me earlier?

Ooo, he's at the
hospital till 1:30, not a prayer.

- Okay, I'll see you at 2:00.
- Bye bye, Marty.

(rock and roll music begins)

(music stops)

I'm on my way, babies.
Daddy's coming home.

(car horn honking)

Don't be crazy, don't be crazy.

Here I will
do my work.

"For Paige
Simpson Stillwater...

best friend, hardest critic...

sweetest wife."

"For my mother and my father,
Alice and James Stillwater...

who can't be blamed."

Mammoth Lakes.

How did you wipe all
of that out of my brain?

He's just up ahead
at a rest stop.

Jack, Franny...

Oh, my god.

This is bad...

This is very bad.

Oh, my god.

Listen to this:

"In his never varying uniform of
jeans and button-down shirt,

the ritual vestments
of the latest...

the ritual vestments of
the latest California cult..."

I didn't want to come off
like some kind of twisted maniac

from one of my own books.

You need to calm down, Marty.
Your blood pressure's doing backflips.

Now, what exactly leads you to
believe this was a panic attack?

Hyperventilating, my heart
was pounding, it...

it felt like
it was gonna explode.

Sounds like sex.

It wasn't. Trust me.

And Paige thinks
it's just stress, right?

Well, I'm inclined to
agree with her, Marty.

I mean, just relax, you know?

A little fame won't kill ya.

What will?

Well, after a careful assessment of
all the tests I've run this afternoon...

I'd have to say, old age.

Look, there is someone
that I want you to talk to.

Her name is Bar...

If she's a shrink,
forget it, all right?

I'll work it out
in my stories.

You came here for my advice,
so I'm giving it to you...

Now either you go
call this woman...

or I will be forced to
get out the latex gloves. Again.

Paige...

(telephone rings)

(answering machine:)
Hi, I'm on a brutal hideous deadline

for the show I know you're all
coming to the opening of...

so if I don't pick up,
it's nothing personal.

Paige, it's me, Marty.

Hey, baby.

It's the real Marty.

I don't know how long
I've been gone, but I'm back.

I know I've been acting strange
for awhile, but that's all over now.

Oh, there's so much to explain.

So much to
try to remember.

I need you
to come home now...

before the
girls get home.

You and I,
we need to spend some time.

Alone.
Together.

It's been so long.

Honey, is something wrong?

What did the doctor say?

I need you so much.

Marty, what...
what're you talking about?

Come home, Paige.
Come home now.

(cellular phone rings)

- Hello.
- Hi, honey.

Hi.

What was that all about?

What was what all about, honey?

I'm... I'm back,
come home now.

You lost me, kid.

A minute ago, you just
called here acting as if...

I haven't called anybody.

You didn't just call me?

Did somebody call and
say they were me?

- Yes.
- And they sounded like me?

Exactly.

But not like you at all,
it's hard to explain.

Well, I can explain it.
Must be the article in the magazine.

I swore I'd never have to
have an unlisted number,

but I guess the
time has come.

Yeah, that's probably it.
Some unbalanced fan...

copying your voice.

Do I have any other kind?

Of course not.

Okay, bye, sweetheart.
I'll be home around 4:30.

Okay, bye.

Dr. Guthridge's office.

Hi, Jan, it's Paige.
I need to talk to Paul about Marty.

Oh, I'm sorry.
He's with a patient right now.

Could you see if
he could give me a second?

It's sort of an emergency.

You'd better clean up
your act, Marty.

You're back home now...

with a wife that you can
talk to about your writer's block...

and anything else that's bothering
you in the whole wide world.

Oh, my god.

I need my life back.

Are you a robot or a clone
or is it just makeup?

No. Makeup wouldn't have
fooled Paige all this time.

I need to speak to Dr. Guthridge...

No, tell him it's an emergency.

I'm having some kind of an episode...

Calling back to headquarters, huh?

Telling the bosses where
Alfie's run away to?

So then it's
"Be at peace, Alfie...

Be at peace, Alfie."

And then it's
"I am at peace, father"

and then kiss
and make up.

Well, not this time.

Now I know
you're not a robot.

A robot wouldn't
have to use the phone.

It would just transmit.

How long have I been gone?

Is it me or you on
the back of those books?

When I kill you...

will I get my
memories back?

Will I be able to
write again?

I need my life back.

You stole it, and I need it back.

I need it so bad it hurts.

I need my Paige and
my Charlotte and my Emily.

I need my little Emily.

(music begins)

What kind of
father have you been?

You're a writer,
you watch TV.

Rats and snakes always
represent evil...

so I killed them.

It's my life! It's mine!

I want it back.

I want it now!

(gasping)

Who are you?

Marty Stillwater.

Why do you look like me?

Broken...

Where did you came from?

Father never told me.

(car door shuts - talking heard)

Stay in the car.

Get the girls out of here
as fast as you can.

What happened?

Take them to Vic and Kathy's.

And get the police here
as fast as you can.

Daddy, why do you have a gun?

- You're bleeding.
- It's not my blood.

Take them to Vic and Kathy's now.
They'll be safe at the Delorio's. Hurry!

Delorio.

- Come with us.
- I can't.

Take them over to
Vic and Kathy's. Hurry.

- Drop it!
- Down the street!

Do it!

The Infiniti down the street,
he's getting away.

Hands in the air.

Don't move.

Hands in the air.

- He's getting away.
- Kick it away from you,

- Hands in the air.
- He's getting away.

- Face down. Get down, now.
- Hands behind your back.

It's okay. It's okay.
I'm the one who called.

I live here.
This is my house.

He's my husband.
He's Marty Stillwater.

Get back, lady, get back.

Get back, honey. Please.

Are the kids all right?

They're fine.

Okay, babies, I gotta go.
The police are waiting.

There's a rumor about some
chocolate chip cookies inside,

but it hasn't been confirmed.
Go see Kathy.

Lord almighty, what's
going on over there?

I'd give everything I have for an
answer to that question, Vic.

Now please listen
to me very carefully.

No matter what happens,
do not give the kids to anyone.

Not the cops. No one.
Unless Paige is with them.

Not even to me.

Not unless she's with me.

Not even you?

Only if Paige
is with me, okay?

What... what's going on?

They're waiting for me.
Only Paige.

Excuse me, sir,
could I go ahead of you, please?

I really, really
need to eat.

Oh, well, you'd have to take it up
with the bosses here

and well, I don't
think you'd have much luck.

Please.

Look, forget it, man, okay?

The way I've been engineered,

I can heal anything
that happens to me

except getting my
head cracked open.

But all that bio-energy
needs to come from some place.

Now, you see these...

They were inside of my chest
just ten minutes ago.

I really appreciate it!

Victor Delorio.

Quite a story.

I want 24-hour protection
for the house and for my children.

That's not my department,
but I'll pass it along.

You're entirely certain that
you don't have a twin brother?

He doesn't have any
brothers, he's an only child.

Now, the gun you shot
this intruder with...

did you purchase that
from a licensed gun dealer?

Yes, I bought it for research.

I don't like to write
about a gun I haven't used.

Is the Heckler and Koch another
weapon you purchased for research?

Heckler and Koch?

P7. Fires nine millimeter ammunition.

Do you have a license for it?

I don't own a P7.

It was lying on the
floor of your office.

That was his gun.

So there's no license for it?

How would I know if there's
a license for it? It's not mine.

In your... research, Mr. Stillwater...

have you learned how much
blood there is in the human body?

Say a body approximately
the size of your own.

5 liters.

That's very good. As a guess,
but an educated guess,

I'd say there's somewhere between
two and three liters of blood

in various rooms in this house.

Do you know what I expect to
find with that much blood?

The body that it came from.

That's right...

Because it really does
stretch the imagination

to picture such a grievously wounded
man being able to flee the scene.

Do you see the problem I'm
having putting all this together?

I already told you, I don't understand
what's going on here either.

You have a new book coming out
in a month or so, don't you?

What's that got to
do with anything?

Ah, I'd imagine that if...
Mr. Murder himself

became the target of some...
mysterious killer...

a glossy magazine article
would be just the beginning

of all the free publicity.

If you're suggesting that my husband
murdered his little girl's pets

as a publicity stunt,
get the hell out of here.

Now you do know it's illegal
to file a false crime report.

And if the blood we found in
this house did come from an animal,

our lab will be able to
determine the exact species.

Let's go.

This time you've gone
right off the deep end.

Au contraire, Detective.
I don't think we've seen the half of it.

And the next time you display
doubt in your superior officer

during an interrogation,
I'm gonna have you put on report.

Who're you calling?

My parents.

Maybe they had twins
and the hospital told them

that the other one died
but they sold it in some kind

of illegal adoption
or something.

You don't believe me.

Marty, for 13 years
your voice has been

the first sound I've heard
in the morning

and the last
sound I've heard at night.

I know it like
the sound of my own breathing.

I didn't call you today.

He must have gotten your number
here in the house

before I got here.

Would you believe this story
if you heard it?

Would you have it
happen to one of your characters?

Do you think I
killed our own pets?

Took a sledgehammer
to our own house?

Do you think I poured
blood into our own rugs?

You had a blackout on
the highway yesterday.

Maybe you had another blackout
and just went crazy or something.

What happened on the highway
yesterday was totally different.

I remember every second of
what happened here today.

Paul told me that he wanted you to
see a psychiatrist and you wouldn't.

You checked up on me?

I was scared.

I'm scared right now.

Let's get the girls and get
the hell out of here, okay?

Let's say we're gonna do it
because we don't want 'em

to see the blood
all over the house.

I don't care why,
just so long as we do it. Please.

And if my parents don't have
an explanation for all of this

and the cops don't catch
this guy and clear all of it up,

then I'll take
any test you want.

I'll see whatever
shrink Paul says, okay?

Okay.

I know who it was.
It was Mrs. Sanchez.

Daddy wouldn't shoot
the cleaning lady.

He would if she went berserk.

No, no way.
She's too nice.

Nice people
go berserk all the time.

Name one.

Mrs. Sanchez.

But she only
comes on Saturdays.

You think when you're going
berserk, you care what day it is?

Hello, Victor.

Well, hello, Martin.

Welcome to my humble abode.

Where are the girls?

They're in the den.
Come on in.

I need my girls.
I need them now.

Are you okay?

I need my little girls.

Daddy, what took you so long?

Is Mrs. Sanchez okay?
Did you have to shoot her?

Is she dead?

My Emily, my Charlotte.

Daddy loves you very much.

And he's not going to let anyone
steal you away ever again, okay?

What is this, Marty?
What... what happened over there?

We have to go now.

Come on girls.
Come on. Hurry.

Hold my hands, okay?
Come on.

We're your friends, Marty.
We wanna help.

Thank you, but there's really
nothing you can do.

Where's Paige?

Go ahead, girls.
Get in that car right there.

Whose car is it?

It's Daddy's new car.
I bought it today. Go ahead.

- It's okay. Go on.
- Look, Marty. Wait, Marty.

Marty, you told me earlier
not to let the girls

go with anybody
unless Paige is with them.

Please, we have to go,
Paige is waiting.

You told me to not let the girls
go unless Paige was here with them.

Not even you!

Please, Vic!

I'm sorry. It's like
I'm losing my mind.

It's so crazy with
all that's going on.

And what is going on?

Wait! Don't open the door, honey.

He could be standing
right outside.

I forgot something,
I'll be right back, okay?

Okay.

You know what
an obsessive fan is, don't you?

Well, some creep is out there...
he's read all my books,

now he thinks he
can steal my children.

He came to my
house with a gun.

I had to shoot him.

That's why the police
were here today earlier.

Vic, can you imagine
me shooting someone?

Now you should go back inside.
He could come back.

But... but, the cops...

The cops don't understand
the problems of artistic people, Vic.

Now please, go back inside.

He could come
back any second.

Okay, everybody,
buckle up, please.

Where're we going?
Whose car is this?

Where's Mommy?

Did you really have to shoot somebody?
Did you shoot first?

Quiet, please.
Daddy's concentrating.

Where's Mommy, Daddy?

Why can't you
tell us where Mommy is?

Shut up!
Just shut up!

Be at peace, Charlotte.
Be at peace, Emily.

You two shouldn't
cry so much.

You should try
to be stronger.

I blame myself for
the problems you have,

but all of that
is going to change.

Marty, let's go.

Emily! Charlotte!

- Who's that?
- It's Daddy!

He's not your daddy!

Emily! Charlotte!

Daddy, hurry!

Daddy, come on.
Come on, Daddy!

Emily! Charlotte!

He's not your daddy,

but I swear he will never ever
trick you or hurt you again.

Daddy, help us!

Daddy, no!

Hurry, Daddy! Daddy!