All language subtitles for Mr.Murder.Part.2.1998.DVDRip.XviD-SAPHiRE-english

Emily! Charlotte!

- Move over!
- What are you doing?

- He's got the girls!
- Who does?

Marty, slow down.
You're gonna kill us.

- That's him. That's his car.
- Who? Whose car?

Marty, you're sick.
You need help.

Marty, stop it.
Come back.

I'm not gonna hurt you,
my babies.

I wouldn't hurt you
for anything in the world.

But I can't let you go yet,
do you hear me?

Not until we go back
and get Mommy.

Now you two stay right here...

And don't move.

You promise?

Okay, let's go. Come on.

Charlotte?

Emily?

Come on out, please.
We have to get away.

When the fake daddy
finds out you know about me...

he's gonna try to hurt you.
I know he is.

Please come out.
I'm the real one!

Don't you do it.

Where are you?

Oh, baby, you scared me.

You're here.
You didn't go for the police.

I would never do that.

I need your help.
The girls are scared of me now.

They're hiding and
they won't come out.

They'll come out
if you call them.

Marty, the girls are
at Vic and Kathy's.

I wish they were.
I know I should have left them there

until I had you with me.

Marty, I love you no matter what.

If you love me
then you'll help me.

Now please, call the girls.

I don't want them
to be scared of me anymore.

Okay.

Charlotte? Emily?
Where are you?

It's Mommy.

What if there's two Mommys?

- I don't know.
- I don't wanna go.

Come on, Emily.

Whatever happens, I'll be there.

And there's only one me.
Okay?

Okay.

- Call again.
- Marty, they're not here.

I know how hard all of this
is for you to accept.

Now, please,
call my girls.

Emily? Charlotte?

Mommy?

- See?
- Where are you?

I'm right here, honey.

- Mommy!
- What happened?

There's this man
and he took us away!

I'm so scared...

Thank God.
It's okay, it's okay.

Who is that man in the raincoat?
And why does he look exactly like you?

Get away from them!

Get the girls
out of here, now.

Oh my god...

- Get the girls out of here.
- Go now.

Go, go girls.

Hurry! Move!

I'm calling the cops!

- Marty?
- Did you see him?

What are you doing here?

Call Lowbock. Lieutenant Lowbock
of the Mission Viejo Police.

That's not Daddy!
That's the other one!

- Get away from her!
- Girls, get back!

- Let me in!
- No. Get away!

Let me in, Paige.
Please!

- Go away!
- Let me in. Stop the car, Paige...

Girls, get down!

Get off!

What happened, Mommy?

There's Daddy.
Go get him!

Hold on girls.
Stay down.

- We have to get out of here.
- No, we have to find him.

No, they'll arrest you this time.
They'll arrest both of us.

Girls, stay down.

- Who is he?
- What is he?

Where did he come from, Daddy?

I don't know, baby.
I don't know.

He's the neighborhood celebrity.

I can't say we're
close friends or anything.

PTA meetings, barbecues,
you know.

- Yeah.
- Look at these.

Where were the girls
when these shots were fired?

Right around where you're standing.

So... when he fired the gun,
he fired more or less

in the direction of the girls?
The children?

Was it Marty who fired,
or the other man?

I don't know, I was
still half asleep at that point.

- I saw who it was...
- Joey, shh!

It was the xerox Mr. Stillwater.

- Who?
- The xerox Mr. Stillwater... Bang! Bang!

Can he see the backyard
from his room?

Yes, but before you
get too excited,

ask him where Broderick
the giant hamster is.

Joey, where's Broderick
the giant hamster?

He's right behind you,
and you'd better watch out.

If you step on his tail,
he'll wake up.

Well, Joey, I'll make sure
I steer clear of him, then, right?

Lieutenant, there's a call
patched in from the office.

Excuse me.

It's Stillwater.

- This is Lowbock.
- He came after us again...

On Belle Vista near El Serrano.

He's wearing a black raincoat.
And this time, we have a witness.

A man who lives
near there saw him.

The man who lives there
saw you and an unidentified assailant.

What, have you dragged
one of your friends into this?

Come on, Marty.
If you turn yourself in now...

you could save yourself and
your family a ton of trouble.

Have you run tests on
the blood you found at the house?

Yep. 100 percent human blood.

And there's only one set of
prints on all the guns.

Yours.

I told you that
he was identical.

Even twins don't have
the same fingerprints.

I'll have a warrant for
your arrest within the hour.

- What are we gonna do?
- Exactly what he said. Turn myself in.

- No.
- Yes.

Get a lawyer.
Figure this thing out.

But I don't trust him
to protect you.

I need to know that
you and the girls are safe.

Which means my mom and dad.

James and Alice here.
Leave a message so we can call you back.

Where are you guys?
Call me, okay?

Maybe they
went up to the cabin.

Has your dad
put in a phone out there?

It'll be a cold day in hell when
my dad puts a phone in that cabin.

Here they come.

Senator... Grace.
What can I do for you?

Look at the article that
begins on page 66.

- What is this?
- Just look at it, Drew.

Is this a joke?

- We wish.
- We went into the hospital records.

On October 17th, 1989,
Martin Stillwater gave a blood sample.

At the Good Samaritan Hospital
in Tustin, California.

A $200 million
top secret contract?

A joint venture of the world's leading
genetic research institution...

and the United States
Department of Defense...

and you took
the wrong test tube?

You know John Waxhill, don't you?

- Hi, John.
- Hello, Drew.

To fill you in, Stillwater was attacked
at his home yesterday afternoon.

He told the police the attacker
was a lost identical twin

with superhuman powers,
who took two bullets to the chest

and then drove away in an Infiniti.

So far the police think Stillwater is
either a publicity hound or a crackpot.

- So far.
- We will find Alfie. However...

If he found Stillwater,
he'll find him again.

Of course, except
that Stillwater's gone.

Smoke, along with
his whole family.

We do have
one lead to go on.

His parents live
in Mammoth Lakes, California.

They have a house in town
and a cabin in the woods.

Both of which you'll
find on this map.

Of course, we're hoping to
get Alfie back on line,

pack him straight off to Miami.

But how much did
he tell Stillwater?

What if the whole family knows now,
even the children?

If this were to lead to
some kind of a leak...

He didn't tell them anything.
Alfie has no short-term memory

beyond the orders
that he is given directly.

- Are you certain of that?
- He doesn't know anything...

he didn't say anything.

The police already think that
Stillwater's insane.

If he does something
really colossally insane

and right out of
one of his books,

it's only gonna make them
think they were right all along.

"Gavin locked all the doors...

Man kills wife, children...
then gets dragged to jail.

That, Gavin Charles Lumbacher
was not prepared for.

But, man kills wife, children,
and then self..."

"That was a headline he would
be happy for the city wake up to."

Sounds brilliant to me.

Drew, it would be terrible
to lose the Miami opportunity.

It could set us back years
trying to find another way to do this.

But if Alfie can't be controlled,
he'll have to be destroyed.

I will find Alfie,
and I'll get him back on track.

Destroying Alfie is
not an option.

Alfie's a person, he's made of
flesh and bone, and he's mine.

You're not gonna hurt him.
You wanna hurt me, take your shot.

But you're not
gonna hurt Alfie.

Good night.

Emily: Did Santa come
down the chimney yet?

Christmas is three weeks away,
sweetheart.

Not that Santa, the bad Santa.
The one in the story.

Is there storytime
in motels?

Daddy can't read to us tonight, Emily.
The book's at home.

That's what you think.

- That's what you think!
- You brought it.

- Everybody wanna hear some more?
- Yeah.

"The reindeer land on the roof.
Very sneaky...

Oh, but this Santa
is fearfully freaky.

He whispers a warning to
each of the deer...

Leaning in close to
make sure they hear.

You all have relatives
back at the pole..."

What is it?

Nothing. I'm okay.

"You all have relatives
back at the pole..."

- He's inside of my head.
- What?

He knows where I am,
that's how he found me.

Fight it.
Block him out.

"Each one a gentle,
antlered soul.

So if you fly away
while I'm inside...

Back to the pole
on a plane I will ride.

I'll have a picnic
in the midnight sun...

Reindeer tamales,
reindeer on a bun...

Reindeer salad and
hot reindeer soup,

all sorts of delicious
reindeer goop.

He goes to the chimney
and looks down the bricks...

but that way in,
is strictly for hicks."

It's working. He's gone.
I can block him.

(shouting)

In Mammoth Lakes...

James and Alice Stillwater
on Lone Pine Lane, number 199.

(phone ringing)

Hello? Hello...?

Mom?

Hello, darling.
Is everything all right?

Everything's great.
Am I there?

- What?
- Nothing. I wanna come home.

Come on up. Just make sure
the darlings have their woolen undies.

They say we're in
for some wicked cold.

- I have to come alone.
- The girls are in school, aren't they?

Need to get a little
writing done?

I have to get off the phone now.
I love you, Mom.

I love you too, Marty.

No matter what?

- Darling, what is it?
- I'm fine.

I can't wait
to see you.

Mom.

The lab is pretty sure that
the blood in the rug is Stillwater's.

What kind of nutcase would store up
two quarts of his own blood?

I'm calling in the state police
and I'm gonna recommend

that they treat this
as a hostage situation.

What? Shoot first and
study the evidence later?

There's a woman and two
children in danger here.

You think about those two children,
and then you tell me...

Is this the kinda guy you wanna
give the benefit of the doubt to?

Yes.

What do you
have back there?

Nothing.

Hey, who're you
talkin' to here?

Excuse me.

What are you,
his biggest fan?

What're you gonna do...

trap him in a house in the snow
and saw his feet off?

I don't know about
the house in the snow part,

but I'm a pretty big fan.

Signed.

Look, I know a lot about him.
He's been married to his wife

since the week after they
graduated from high school.

He's got wonderful parents that
are like his best friends.

All he cares about is his family.
He did not fire at his little girls.

Please, don't send out
some shoot-to-kill posse

until we talk
to him again.

"The twine dug red ditches
in his daughter's wrist...

as Gavin cinched it hard
around the table's oak leg.

Sheila screamed, but what was
the chance of anyone hearing her

through the duct tape
Gavin had wrapped seven times

around her head? One time for
each year of their marriage."

Everything in me says
to call the state police.

And that's exactly
what I'm gonna do.

They got special swat teams
just for this kinda thing.

(ringing)

- Del Rio, here.
- Is Lowbock with you?

Yeah, Chief,
I'm right here.

You're not gonna like this...

The FBI's putting a man on your
Stillwater team. Kidnapping issues.

Celebrity, possibility of some weirdos
crawling out of the woodwork...

Look, Chief,
I don't need any Federal...

Save your breath.
It came from way over my head...

so you can imagine how
far it is over yours.

Lord, almighty... And when
is this gonna happen?

Right now, sir.

Jason Reiling. I have strict orders
to stay out of your way, Lieutenant.

Just think of me as
a magic force field

between you
and the tabloids.

(dialing cell phone)

James and Alice here.
Leave a message so we can call you back.

Honey, they must have
gone to the cabin.

Why don't you check your
voice mail at our house?

(phone ringing)

Where are you, Marty?
I just talked to you ten seconds ago...

Listen, sweetheart,
I forgot to tell you

we're going to be
up at the cabin tomorrow.

And don't you try and
tell me nothing's wrong

because I know when
something's wrong with my son.

We love you, Marty.
Drive safely, okay?

What? What is it?

He called my parents.
He knows where they are.

Where's that detective's
phone number? Quick!

Lieutenant Lowbock's office.

This is Marty Stillwater. I need to
speak with Lieutenant Lowbock please.

They're not paying you
enough to get cable?

Lieutenant Lowbock's
not available right now...

but I'll connect you
with his superior.

Yes...

Patch him through.

Where are you,
Mr. Stillwater?

That doesn't matter.
My parents are in danger.

I've been trying to
reach them and I can't.

Whether you believe
me or not, please...

I need to send some kind
of protection up to their cabin.

It's 5060 Rural Route 10,
outside of Mammoth.

I'll send someone
up there immediately.

You may be glad to know
we've received information

which we think validates your story,
but we need to see you.

Where are you, Marty?

What the hell is this?
Some kind of a deal?

You won't protect my parents
unless I turn myself in?

The order to check on
your parents has already gone out.

I just wanna sit down
and talk this out.

Compare what you're telling us
to what we've turned up.

We don't need to do that in person.
We can do it right now.

What have you turned up?

I'm not comfortable
doing that on the phone.

That makes two of us!

He hung up.

We need to flush him
out of the bush.

Can we get something
in the papers out there?

It's already taken care of.

Good morning, sir.

- Mr. Oslett...
- Good morning, Dr. Roget...

Roget:
I wish that you had called first.

Oslett:
Yes, I'll bet you do.

My son told me everything
that was going on here...

I would like to find out
all I can about it.

Now, if you would be
so kind as to help me

gather all of the records
of the Triple W project,

I'd be most appreciative.

I wish that your son
were here, Mr. Oslett...

but I'm not allowed to
show anything to anyone.

Doctor, everything
you do here...

Everything you've
ever done here...

Is the property of
Oslett Industries.

Now, where do we start?

What about school, Daddy?

You don't need to go
to school today, sweetheart.

But I have a Social Studies test,
and I studied really hard for it.

Mr. Huffman will
give you a make up.

I might forget by then.

Impossible.
Not someone as smart as you.

Daddy, look!

"Mystery Writer
Linked to Deaths.

The car found near the scene of
Stillwater's last appearance

had been stolen yesterday
from a Fort Worth parking lot.

Preliminary tests match
Stillwater's fingerprints

to prints found at the scene
of the heinous murder."

Who is doing this?

Let's go.

Morning.

I'd like to make
a withdrawal, please.

I'll have to get
that approved.

Fine. But we are in a hurry.
Thanks.

For that large of an amount
I'm going to have your home branch

fax us your signature.

If you could sign this,
so I can get a match?

Thank you.

He's inside my head again.

- Block it.
- I can't.

It's too hard.
He's too close.

What's taking so long?

Mr. Stillwater?
Oh, my god.

Mom, Mom! Come here, quick!
You are gonna absolutely die!

Oh, I'm Lucy De Vrees.
It's an absolute pleasure to meet you.

What in god's name are
you doing here in Lancaster?

It's a long story.
But you'll all read about it very soon.

I was having terrible
writer's block for a while...

but that's all over now...
Because the plot of my new book

is writing itself
this very second.

What's it gonna
be called?

I'm thinking of calling it,
"The Man Entered the Room."

Would it be
a terrible imposition

to ask you to sign a few copies of
"Crimes of Passion"?

2,100... 2,200...

You don't have to count it.

No, Mr. Stillwater. I do.
I absolutely do.

2,400... 2,500...

How do I spell that?

E-L-A-l-N-E.

"To Elaine, my dear friend
in Lancaster."

You know,
when my husband died...

I don't know how I'd have gotten
through it without your books.

They kept me alive.
I swear they did.

...and 10,000.
- Wonderful. Thanks.

Would you like a security guard
to walk you to your car?

No, thank you very much.
Have a good day.

He's wanted, in Los Angeles...
by the police... by the police!

Chapter seven is
happening right now.

James, get in here
right now...

they're talking about
Marty on the radio.

"...last seen at the bank,
from which he withdrew $10,000 in cash.

Neighbors of the well-known
mystery writer expressed surprise,

even shock at the police's
allegations of bizarre behavior,

and possible involvement
in a Texas killing."

Marty's never been
in Texas in his life.

He'll be here soon.
He'll explain everything.

But it said he
disappeared last night.

What if he never got my message?
He won't know we're here,

he'll think we're in town.

You lock up.
I'll get the truck.

(cell phone rings)

Why does he look
exactly like the writer?

Dad...

Now, how would you have any
idea what he looks like?

- I've been to the lab.
- Really?

I thought you weren't interested
in what we were doing here.

- Now, suddenly, you're interested?
- How did this happen?

You know, you're going to
have to decide

whether you're
with us or against us.

Gotta make a choice,
and you've gotta make it soon.

(dial tone)

Just picked up a weird
police report on the uplink.

Stillwater showed up in a bookstore
and/or a bank in Lancaster...

and then took off in the family Yukon,
and/or a chromed-up red motorcycle.

Lancaster...

So he's definitely on
his way to Mammoth...

and we're not far behind.

(doorbell rings)

Oh, Marty!

Son, what's happened?

Where's Paige?
Where are the girls?

Are they all right?

I think they're
still okay.

Mom, Dad, you have to help us.
We're in trouble.

There's a man.
He looks just like me.

Exactly like me.

Even I can't
tell the difference.

Paige and the girls think
it's me but it's not.

He's stolen my life.

I don't know who he is,
or how he's fooling Paige...

he's stolen my memory.
And left me with nothing.

I can't figure out how he's managed
to take all this away from me

and leave me so empty.

Marty, perhaps you should
go back to the beginning...

and tell us exactly what's happened.
Step by step.

We don't have time.

Paige and the girls are on their way
over here right now with him.

Now please,
I need your help.

We have to kill him so I can get
my family back before it's too late.

It'll be okay, Mom.

We're a family.

We can handle it.

That's right.
You're not alone, Marty.

We're always here for you, son.
You know that.

We'll get you
whatever help you need.

And if Paige is coming,
like you says she is...

we'll sit down together
when she gets here.

We'll talk this out...

and we'll try to
understand what's happening.

I already explained to
you what's happening.

Marty, we can't help you
if you won't let us!

Marty, please.
Please...

(phone rings)

Let it go...

Son, you have to understand
how hard it is for us to...

Marty: Hey, if you guys
are there, pick up.

All right, look...

There's a lot of crazy stuff
going on right now, so...

I asked the police to come
up there and check on you.

So don't freak out
when they get there.

If you get this message,
we're about halfway to the cabin.

We're gonna take
the Red Gap Cutoff.

If you're not there when we get there,
we'll wait for you.

(beeps)

That's him.
He's the fake.

How did you do that?
Is that a recording?

Oh... baby...

You don't believe me...?

My real parents
would've believed me.

That must mean
that you're fakes. Too.

What have they
done to you?

How could he have gotten on
a motorcycle with all his kids?

He didn't have
any kids with him.

I'm telling ya, Officer,
he drove away on a motorcycle.

Are you saying I'm
lying to the police?

It was a, you know,
a four-wheel drive thing.

An Explorer, or something.
And his wife and his kids were with him.

Did he seem like he was threatening
or coercing them in any way?

No, because they
weren't with him.

Yes, they were!

And they all did seem
a bit quiet and worried.

And what time would you
say he came into the bank?

9:00 on the dot, because he was
the first customer in the bank.

Oh, now I
know he's crazy...

Our front door unlocks on
a timer at 9:00...

It was about a minute
later that I saw him.

Look at the withdrawal slip...
It's him!

Well, what about
the book he signed?

The withdrawal slip's him.

I don't get it...

Who signed the book?

The xerox Mr. Stillwater.

Here I come, pumpkin!

No... Daddy...!

Ready? Ready?
Now!

Look out...
Iook out!

Swing!
Oh, she's a natural!

Throw it...

Throw it again, Daddy!

Hi Mommy!

"Trailers for sale or rent...

Rooms to let,
fifty cents...

No phones, no food,
no pets...

I ain't got no cigarettes..."
Now, everybody!

"Two hours of pushin'
broom buys an...

eight by twelve
four-bit room. I'm a...

man of means,
by no means...

King of the Road."

We should go
to the house first.

Doesn't that
make more sense?

Be Marty for a second, okay?

If the police were chasing you and
your picture were in the paper,

would you go someplace where
there were a lot of people...

or would you go someplace that
was off by itself in the woods?

We're not stopping.

It's just another half
an hour to the cabin.

We'll be lucky if we make it
another half mile in this thing.

We'll probably just have to
put water in the radiator.

You can hide
in the men's room.

Do it fast.

Is that gonna do it
for you today, sir?

Yeah, that's about it...

Chromed-up red motorcycle,
right there.

I see it.

Be at peace, Alfie.

I am at peace, Father.

I am at peace, Father.

Alfie...

Do you know you have taken a decade
off of my life? Did you know that?

Okay. Look.
Let's get out of here.

If the cops see this face...

they're going to
start shooting everybody

and I don't wanna die...
believe me...

outside the men's john
in Buttsville, California.

Let's go.

Daddy...

Pumpkin.

I wanna get out of here, Daddy.
This place gives me the creeps.

Of course we can, pumpkin.
Come on.

We'll get out of here
as fast as we can.

Have you found Stillwater?

Yes. But I lost
him in the city.

How did you find him?

He was in my head.

Exactly. That's exactly how
I said it would be!

Remember when we experimented
with the genetic implants

with paranormal capabilities,
we thought we got nowhere?

We got somewhere.
This is it!

Okay, look. As soon as
we get rid of Stillwater...

we get Alfie back on line and it'll
be as if nothing ever happened.

Drew, I think that may be a slightly
optimistic appraisal of the situation.

You lost them in the city, huh?
Who taught you to lie, Alfie?

Where does that come from?

Look, we stick with the plan.
We'll catch them in Red Gap.

It's a couple of
miles from here.

Let's go.

Hello.

They've got Alfie.
Everything's under control.

That's good news.
Now, keep me posted...

Every second of the way.
All right.

Well, is it, or isn't it?

Well, it does seem that the
genetic structure of the blood

is incredibly similar
to Stillwater...

But there are some
unusual differences.

Like what?

This blood coagulates at over
ten times the normal rate.

And there even seems
to be some evidence

for the capacity for...
self-regeneration.

He asked me to protect him,
and I treated him like

some kind of psycho
looking to sell some books.

You're protecting him now.
It's not too late.

We gotta find him.
Before he finds himself.

Put a flag on his cell phone.
And his credit cards.

And if ether one of them get used,
I wanna know about it.

While it's happening.

And maybe we should
call off the SWAT team.

This is really quite interesting
about the blood, but...

I'd sure like to get a second
opinion before we make

any drastic change in plan.
Can we get an electronic hook-up

to the Federal
lab in Bethesda?

I'd be up
for a second opinion.

So Alfie, I'm hoping to have you
on an airplane to Miami tonight...

right after we take
care of the Stillwaters.

I don't think he's in any
condition to go to Miami.

He's gonna be fine.

It's a complicated job because
there are multiple targets.

I know that's a first for you,
Alfie, but I...

I have every confidence
you can do it.

Now, here, take a look at
the map of Miami.

I'm hungry.

You really are hungry!

"Trailers for sale or rent...

Rooms to let for fifty cents...

No phones, no food, no pets...

I ain't got no cigarettes...

Two hours of pushin'
broom buys an...

eight by twelve four-bit room.
I'm a...

man of means, by no means...

King of the Road."

This is good.
It's quiet, out of the way.

It's perfect for
Gavin Lumbacher.

What exactly happens to
old Gavin himself?

He shoots himself
in the head.

We can take care of that
before we take care of the others.

There's not a medical examiner in the
world that would know the difference.

- I need...
- You need what, Alfie?

I need my family. I don't want you
to do anything to hurt them.

Let's face it, Drew.
There's a flaw in the design.

We gotta cut our losses.

Just take it easy.

Alfie, look, I understand
that you hurt,

but they're not your real family...

That's just a mistake
that you've made. Okay?

Look when this is all over,
I'll give you a "forget" command...

and you'll never hurt again, okay?

No!

For crying out loud!

Get out!

Be at peace, Alfie.

That doesn't work anymore.

Look, this is Father talking.

Get out! Now!
Move!

Don't shoot.
You know, they wanted me to kill you...

and I wouldn't do it.

Alfie...
I love you.

Who are you?

Father...
I'm your father.

What's your name?

Drew Oslett.

- Like Oslett the chemicals and oil?
- Yes.

Now give me the gun. The sooner we
get Stillwater out of your head...

the sooner things will be fine.

Why do I have to kill people?

For a better world.

Alfie, if you kill me,
it'll never happen.

This is for a future better than
anyone could've ever dreamt of.

What future?

The world doesn't have
to be the way it is.

There doesn't have to be
so much war and suffering.

Think about Hitler.

50 million deaths
that he caused.

If someone had
had the vision...

if somebody had the guts to
assassinate him at the '36 Olympics...

none of those deaths
would have ever occurred.

But nobody did.

We... you and I, we can create
a real peace in our time...

One country,
one continent at a time.

But not if
it ends here.

Don't you see?

You're the greatest hero
the world has ever known.

You've already stopped three
wars before they could start.

The two heads of state that
you're gonna assassinate in Miami...

Their corruption has caused
a famine that could kill

a half a million people
by the turn of the century.

But that's not gonna happen.
Because of you.

You're gonna stop that.

That's wonderful.
Don't throw this away. Alfie, please.

Who's behind all of this?
Who's the boss?

Who's calling the shots?

Look, I don't have time
to explain it right now...

But I will. I promise. We have to
go together to catch Stillwater

and his family, and stop them...

We have to kill them.

They're going to tell
on us and ruin everything.

What's the password
to your computer?

Give me the gun and
I'll give you the password.

What's the password?

You might as
well shoot me...

because if what's on that computer
gets out to the public...

we're all dead anyway.

Alfie! Alfie!

Alfie! Alfie!

That's not Alfie.
It's Stillwater.

Alfie would have shot you.

No, he wouldn't have.
I'm his father.

And he loves me.

Grandma...?
Grandpa?

Grandma, Grandpa,
we're here!

- Where are they?
- We'll find them, sweetheart.

Everything's gonna
be okay.

Okay. Put your suitcases
in your room.

Well, I think what we all need
is a fire in that fireplace...

and a nice family
dinner together.

Honey, I think the girls need
rest more than food right now.

The thought of
cooking or eating...

I really want us
to have some dinner.

Come on, Paige.
I know we're all tired

but it's really
very important to me.

Okay, I'll see what your
mom has in the fridge.

Thanks, honey.

Girls, go help
Mommy in the kitchen.

Daddy, is he gonna
try and get us again?

Whatever he does,
I'll be ready for him

so don't worry, honey. Okay?

- Okay.
- Gimme a hug.

- Now go help Mommy in the kitchen.
- Okay.

Marty made a call on
his cell phone from the highway

ten miles north of Mammoth. They're
definitely on the way to the cabin.

How fast can
you get us a plane?

Excuse me, sir?

"And in the latest
development in the bizarre

and now tragic story of
the fugitive mystery writer...

Stillwater's parents have
been found murdered

in their Mammoth Lakes home.

Police claim that eyewitness
reports confirm

that Stillwater was seen
entering the house

earlier this afternoon.
One neighbor says,

'I've known Marty Stillwater since
he was on training wheels...

and the man going inside
that house was indeed Marty.'

Police suspect Stillwater
in connection with another

brutal murder in a
Texas parking lot.

And neighbors in the quiet
Orange County community

where the author lives with
his wife and his two children...

described Stillwater's behavior
in the last 24 hours

as 'shocking and bizarre."'

Yes. Tell Jack Davies
at the Justice Department

that I'm coming in
to see him right away.

Thank you.

You know, I was thinking,
if there was ever a time...

this family needed
to say grace... it's now.

I'll say.

Paige...

I don't know what to say...

Thank you, God...

for getting us to the cabin safely,
and for keeping us together...

and don't go away, because
we still need you pretty badly.

- Amen.
- Amen.

- You okay, honey?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Do you think there's gonna be a gold
ring around the moon tonight?

I always love it when there's
a gold ring around the moon.

Sometimes there isn't.

A what?

You know, a gold ring
around the moon.

Like, when we were at that wedding,
and the band was playing...

and there was this
gold ring around the moon.

God, whose wedding was it?

I can't quite put
my finger on it, but...

Aunt Drucilla's wedding.
That's who it was.

We don't have
an Aunt Drucilla.

Of course you do, sweetheart.

Marty, how exactly is
Aunt Drucilla related?

Wasn't she your father's sister-in-law
from his first marriage?

Why don't we all just enjoy
our meal before it gets cold?

Charlotte, this chicken
is very dry.

Why don't you take Emily
into the pantry...

and see if Grandma
has any canned gravy

or cranberry sauce
or something in there?

Yeah...

I hate gravy,
and I hate cranberry sauce...

and it's spooky
in that pantry.

Oh, Emily, that's so selfish!

Come on, let's go see
what we can find.

Go ahead, honey.

I think Emily
has the right idea.

Chicken tastes fine to me.

Why don't we all just sit
down and finish our dinner?

I can't believe we're here.
Together. With nobody else.

You know, I'm still a little
chilled inside. You want a brandy?

I think your father has
a bottle in the kitchen.

You stay right where you are.
You cooked that whole dinner...

You drove that whole way...

The least I can do
is make you a drink.

No way, hombre.

I want you all rested and
relaxed when I get back.

Oh, god, Mom...
It's locked!

Block the door.

Come on, sweetheart.

Okay. Good girl.

Take my bag.

Paige?

Is everything okay?

Take the gun.

Paige, what's
going on in there?

Don't come in.
I'm planning a big surprise.

Paige?

Paige!

Paige!

Paige, wait!

- Stay away!
- What's the matter...?

I don't know who you are, but you stay
away from my family, you freak!

Put that ax down!

Put the ax down,
now, Paige...!

Give me the ax!

The ax, now!

Paige!
Honey, it's me.

Show me your wedding ring.

Marty!
Oh, thank god!

We figured it out, Daddy.

Good girl.
Okay, come on, let's go!

Get in, get in.

The key's in the house...!

What about the
hide-a-key?

Girls, get down!

(clicks)

Okay, let's go.
Let's go!

Marty, look out!
Girls, hold on!

Mommy!

All right, get out.
Come on, honey...

Hurry up, hurry up.
Go with Daddy.

Hold on, now. Hold on.
Is everybody okay?

Let's go, come on.

We'll go hide in the mill.

Come on, this way.
Be careful.

Come on, Paige.

Careful here!

Daddy!

Marty?

I'm all right...

Daddy, what's wrong?
What is it?

Come on. We gotta go.
Don't waste the shells.

Come on.

Take the girls into the mill.
Get as far as you can.

No, Mommy,
come with us.

Honey, he's gotta
come through here...

and I'm gonna shoot him
when he passes me.

Okay, go.

That's a good plan,
except you're going with the girls...

and I'm staying here.

Marty, your the one he
has the connection with.

Don't block him out.
Let him feel you move away...

He'll expect us to be together.

Okay, girls. Mommy's right.
Let's go.

Drew, if I were talking to
anybody else on the planet,

I'd be calling for the
men in white coats right now.

How far back does
this thing go?

Well, the project...
about ten years.

This business of killing,
about half that, I think.

You are placing your son in complicity
with the murder of Kingman Flagg.

Yes, but, listen to me, Jack.
There'll be more murders than that

if you don't bring out all your guns
and stop this thing. Fast.

I hope there's still time to
save Stillwater and his family.

I'm taking this straight to
the Attorney General.

Oh, good. Good.

Mr. Attorney General?
Excuse me...

Mr. Attorney General.

Jack...

What is it?

When I was in high school,
all the tough guys

used to come down in here
and smoke their cigarettes.

Cigarettes?
That doesn't sound so tough.

Well, that's probably
not all they did.

(thump)

(phone rings)

Yes?

I'm there.
I've almost caught up to them.

I think the Gavin Lumbacher scenario
should play out quite nicely

in an abandoned lumber mill,
don't you?

Drew, there's a problem.

Do "the problem" and I
have the same last name?

You were expecting this?

Well, how bad is it?

It's bad. Your father's ready
to go public to expose us,

and he's got the credibility
to make it stick.

This has to be
your call, Drew.

Do you think you
can talk to him?

Are you there?

I'm here.

Are you going to talk
to your father or not?

I'd love to talk
to my father...

I just don't think he has
any interest in talking to me.

I really have
to go now, gentlemen.

You're sure?

Let's just say, that my father will
do the world a lot more good

by leaving it than he ever
did while he was here.

Thank you. Goodbye.
(dial tone)

(loud clank)

(footsteps)

I'll pay you ten times
whatever my son is paying you.

You spent your whole life thinking
everything was about money.

What do you
think it's about?

Come on, girls.
Help me out here.

A six letter word that
starts with the letter "f".

Come on... Come on!

Oh, that's not it.

This means something
really important.

Friday?

Okay...
F-R-l-D-A-Y.

No, sweetie,
that's not it.

"Low battery... Iow battery."

Something really important that begins
with "f" and has six letters?

That's right.

Daddy, it's so obvious.

What?

It's you.

F-A-T-H-E-R.

"Welcome to Oslett Technologies."

Wow...

Oh, look at this.

We got him.

All right, now let's go.
Come on.

(beeping)

Daddy. What's wrong?

Nothing, honey.

Okay. Let's go.

Are you okay?

You're hurt really bad.

You two are gonna have to
go on without me.

I can't move as
fast as you can.

No...

You're hurt.

It's safer that way, pumpkin.
He's after me, not you.

Where should we go?

You two go down,
and I'm gonna go up.

But he'll catch you.

No he won't.

I've got the
home court advantage.

All right, now, go.
Come on, give me a kiss.

All right now, hurry.
Go. Go on.

Take this.

- I'm not cold, pumpkin.
- For your arm.

Okay, thank you.
Now go. Go on.

Hurry.

Go back.
Go the other way.

Emily, are you okay?

- Daddy!
- You're okay, sweetie.

Daddy, there's another man
with a gun down there.

Show me your ring.

Oh, Daddy...!

Oh, my babies... Oh, it's okay.
Daddy's here now.

My brave little girls,
we have to go now, okay? Come on.

Lieutenant,
hold your men there!

The lookout saw
smoke coming from the cabin

so we figure that's
where he has the hostages.

They're not hostages,
they're his family.

He's been telling
the truth.

The double
killed his parents.

Excuse me?

There's no time to get into it now.
We have to get Marty.

But not like that.
We have to talk to him.

And we need to figure out
which one we're talking to.

- Del Rio here.
- It's John Waxhill.

You should know the results
from the blood test are in.

My orders are to rescue two
young girls and their mother

from a dangerous
armed killer.

How?

I've got the best precision
shooters in the country here.

Your orders are gonna
have to be changed.

It was my understanding, you're the one
who called the state police into this.

Yeah, and I'm the one
who's calling you out!

We have new evidence.
The whole picture's changed.

No! It hasn't!
That was Washington.

The results on the blood
came in from the Federal lab.

We were getting
those strange readings

because it was old blood.
That simple.

Blood that had been stored in
less than perfect conditions,

for as long as two months.
And there's more.

The bank called in Lancaster...
Their clocks were off.

Their clocks were off!

Marty actually signed
the withdrawal slip

six minutes after he
walked by the bookstore.

Do it! Do it!

Who is that?

One of the bad guys.
Go through that door.

Go on.

We have to find a way to get down
and get Mommy and go home. Okay?

Careful! Come on.

Get away from him!

Don't move!

My wonderful
brave little girl.

You heard exactly
what I said.

Go ahead, Charlotte.
Shoot him.

It's the only way
to stop him.

You don't have to
shoot anybody, honey.

That's Daddy,
that's Daddy's jacket!

No, I don't know...
I don't know!

- Yes, you do.
- I'm confused!

You know this jacket.
I always wear this jacket.

Give me the gun, sweetheart.

Give me the gun, pumpkin.
A gun can be a very dangerous thing.

That one...
That one's Daddy!

Oh, Emily,
I don't know what to do...

What rhymes with "psychosis"?

Lots of words, honey.

You see? He doesn't know!

What was Mommy's last name
before she got married?

- Walters.
- That's wrong!

- Simpson.
- Daddy!

No!!
Daddy!

Grab the little girl!
Grab her!

Let her go!

Put down that gun!

Put it down or I'll kill
you and your daughter.

Get over there! Do it.
Over there.

Put the little one
over there.

Put her over there.

- No.
- What?

Put her over there!

What's wrong with you?

We're almost
done here.

Three bullets,
three tragic deaths...

and then we can go home.

Leave my babies alone!!

Daddy!

Daddy!

"Halitosis."

- Oh, Marty.
- Daddy!

Oh, baby.

He was trying
to save us.

(helicopters overhead)

Stay here.

It's okay, baby.

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna disappear.
Then we'll find a place to hide out.

I'll make copies of
what's on this computer

and give it to every television station
and newspaper in the country.

Then, can we go home?

I don't think so, pumpkin.

- Okay, let's go.
- Where?

We're gonna head south.

That way it's just nothing
but open country. Then Mexico.

Marty, we've got one bad arm,
two hungry children...

no food, no water.

They're gonna have the highway patrol,
the border patrol...

and the FBI after us.

Tell me how we're
supposed to do that?

We can do this.

(humming
"King of the Road")

Let's go.

"After a nearly two year investigation,
United States authorities

now state that the shadowy group
could be tied to as many as

two dozen assassinations.

Members of the group included
construction heiress Grace Weatherall...

United States
Senator James Ewald,

and Attorney General
Greydon Lamont...

whose suicide last week
shocked the nation.

- In the wake of further revelations..."
- Johnny...

Johnny, look.
It came in the mail today.

The Italian edition!
Our 46th country.

It's beautiful, Annie.

- Do we have everything?
- Everything.

Rebecca, Suzie...
All hands on deck!

Where to, Captain?

Next stop, Bora Bora.

"In yet another strange twist in
this tale of conspiracy and murder,

mystery writer Martin Stillwater and
his family have yet to be found.

They are believed to be
living somewhere in the Midwest."