Cellular (2004) Script

But we don't have a fishtank.

We could get one. Oh, mister.

Mom, will you still be a science teacher when I get into high school?

Hmm... you never know.

Why?

'Cause I think it'd be kind of weird to have your mom as a teacher.

Ah!

I don't. I don't think so. I think... it might be kind of neat.

Why?

Because then I'd get to hug and kiss you anytime I wanted to.

Mom, that is gross.

Get out of here.

You have soccer, 1:45. I'll pick you up.

Okay, Mom.

Mom!


Morning, Rosario.

Buenos dias, Miss Jessica. Como esta?

Ay, bien, bien.

Miss Jessica, you had a phone call when you were in the shower.

I think they left you a message.

Okay.

Don't move!

Don't touch that alarm!

Search the house. Put her in the van.

What are you doing? Shut up.


I'm videotaping hot chicks walking in their bikinis.

Man, this is the greatest cell phone ever made.

It is, I'm not kidding.

Hey, I draw you. I draw you, $5.

No, no, no, no tengo dinero, gracias. Let me get the phone.

Hold on a second. I'm e-mailing this video to my computer.

It's gonna be my new screen-saver.

Here you go. It's Chloe.

No, dude, don't do this. Don't do this.

I'm just gonna say hi. You're not gonna say hi.

No hi? I can't say hi? No hi. Come on, man.

Hold it together. This girl... she dumped you, all right?

Have some self-respect. Have some dignity.

You're right. Be strong.

You're right, thank you. Yeah, all right.

Oh, what's going on, ladies?

What... what are you... bro?

Like I'm talking to myself.

Chloe!

Hey! Ryan.

Hello, Chad. Chloe.

Sam. Hey.

Friend with nipples.

Hey, so I called you the other night.

I know, Tara told me.

Why didn't you call me back?

Let's chat over here.

Okay. Good luck, man.

Okay, Ryan, I really want you to hear this, okay?

We're not getting back together.

What, you mean like today?

'Cause that's fine. I have time.

This is just some big joke to you, isn't it?

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

Yes, yes, you know, see... this is exactly why I broke up with you in the first place.

You are irresponsible, self-centered, completely childish.

And, look, I need to move on.

All right, okay, wait, wait, wait. I know I used to be that way.

I used to be all those things, but not anymore.

I'm serious, Chloe, ever since you dumped me, I've been thinking about my life... and I've changed.

Sure you have. I have.

I came down here to volunteer.

For what?

For what... for the... the "Heal The Day. "

Watch your back.

"Heal the bay?"

Yes, that's what I said.

That's bullshit.

Give me something... give me something to do. I'll prove it to you.

Okay then, Here. These flyers need to be handed out before the concert tonight.

Okay. Chloe, he can get the t-shirts.

Right... there're four boxes of T-shirts that need to be picked up from the Office Depot.

Okay, that's not a problem.

Okay. Okay.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Shit!

I'm just a big fan of, you know... elastic. I think it's awesome.

Ah, dude, that sucks.

No, that sucks more. I'm not doing this.

Please, Chad. It'll take 10 minutes. No! Dude, no.

You get to hang out with her friend with the nipples. I think she liked you.

You're a god, thank you.

It's awesome. See you later, man.

Ah, so it's chilly out here, huh?

No, not really.

I beg to differ.


Hello? Hello?

If you'd like to make a call... Shit!

# My baby loves me #

# And I'm running away #

# Running away #

# I've been thinking lately #

# About the things I've done so wrong... #

Hello, gorgeous.

See, this is exactly why I broke up with you in the first place.

You are irresponsible, completely childish...

Hello.

Hello, hello!

Hello, thank God!

Who is this? Chloe?

My name is Jessica Martin. I need your help.

I've been kidnapped. L... I need you to go to the police.

Kidnapped, huh?

This is for real. I... I don't know where I am.

I... I'm locked up in an attic somewhere.

I... I think they're going to kill me.

Nice kidnappers to give you a phone.

They... they didn't give me a phone, no.

Th... there was a...

Right, I think if you were in trouble, you would've called the cops and not me.

Now, I got another call, okay?

Please, just listen.

The phone I'm on is shattered.

I've been clicking wires together forever trying to reach someone, anyone.

Please, just don't hang up.

I may not get anyone else.

Right, later.

Hello? I have no idea what just happened.

One minute I'm talking to nipples, next thing you know, I'm wearing a whale costume handing out flyers.

That sucks. Sounds like she got you.

I mean, I'm not saying it doesn't have its benefits.

Hey, you guys know that a blue whale's got an 11-foot penis?

Heal the bay. Really?

I gotta to go. I'll see you later.

All right, later, bud.

Can you hear me?

You're still there, huh? You know, this has been really fun.

But now you're wasting my minutes. I'm gonna go.

They're going to kill me.

You're my only hope.

Nice with the fake tears, lady.

What's your name? What?

Please, tell me your name.

Ryan.

Ryan...

I don't know who you are. I don't know you at all.

But I can't believe that you would be so selfish that you wouldn't take 10 minutes out of your day to hand your phone to a police officer.

Just 10 minutes.

Okay, 10 minutes.

Hold on. Hold on a second.

Shut up, okay? Now listen to me.

I'm a cop and have been for 27 years.

So let's just cut the bullshit, pal, because I've heard it all.

Now, I ordered the "Rain Shower" with awapuhi.

Don't tell me jojoba is awapuhi. I wasn't born yesterday.

So I'm gonna return the two cases and you will refund my money.

Or maybe... maybe I should just drive down there and we can discuss this in person.

No, no, no, I've got loofahs up my ass.

What I want is a refund.

Thank you.

Thank you, I appreciate that.

Uh-huh, uh-huh.

Hey, Mooney, I thought the captain told you you're not supposed to have this shit sent here anymore.

I ordered this a long time ago, before he ever told me that.

Sea sponges from the coast of France.

Sea sponges? Your husband like that sort of stuff?

Hey, lay off him, all right?

At least he's got a plan. What does your future hold besides bowling nights and a beer belly?

Hey, this is Kevlar, pal. Yeah, have another doughnut.

Asshole.

Thanks, Jack. Yeah, forget about it.

You sure about this beauty parlor thing?

Day spa. It's a day spa.

And no, I'm not sure about shit.

You know, you could always come work for me.

I could use you on the task force, really, could.

Thanks, Jack. I appreciate that.

But I made a deal with Mare.

And it's not just that. I'm bored.

27 years... it's enough.

Okay.

What? No, nothing.

What? Come on, say it.

You're pussy-whipped, Bob.

I mean, she's got you wrapped around her little finger like a toy.

No, I... look, If this thing takes off, we can make a shitload of money.

And then we'll see who's laughing.

All right, I hope so.

Here is our top story this hour.

Breaking news coming out of Culver City:

The bodies of two men have been discovered outside a local warehouse shot execution-style in what appears to be yet another gangland slam.

These murders are the latest episode in what has been dubbed a gang war over Los Angeles' illegal street-drug trade.

All right, I'm at the police station. I'm running inside.

I'll give them the phone. Thank you so much.

Excuse me, Officer.

Hold on a second, you've got the wrong form.

What? Crap, I thought I'd grabbed an 18-9.

Hey, listen, I got some lady on the phone who says she's been kidnapped.

Will you talk to her?

Thank you. Sergeant Mooney.

Y- yes, yes, Officer, m- my name is Jessica, Jessica Martin.

I've been kidnapped. L... I have a home in Brentwood.

This morning, five men broke into my home and killed my housekeeper.

You got something to say to me, puto bitch?

Oh brother.

Hey, hey! Break it up.

Take this upstairs to robbery-homicide, fourth floor.

Wait, wait, where am I going?

The fourth floor, upstairs, now, go!

Give us a hand. Hey, Rudy, come on.

Excuse me, are you a detective?

Detective? I'm a freaking victim here.

Detective? Those jerks dragged me down here.

And they're supposed to read me my rights.

And they... hey, where are you going, you little punk?

Ryan!

Oh my God!

What? What is it? What's going on?

What?

What? What?

What are you doing? What are you doing?

No, oh, God! No!

Oh, God!

Where did he put it?

I don't know, I don't know. Holy shit!

What are you talking...? Where is your husband?

Where is he?

I...

Oh, God...

Tell me what I need to know.

Don't, please! Don't.

You have a little boy, right?

He goes to the Wyman School In Westwood? No, no.

No! What do you want with him?

No! What do you want with him?

You've got the wrong family! You've got the wrong family!

Please, God! No!

Oh my God!

...and the victims have been escorted to Culver City...

We need to end this thing now.

Deason, Dimitri, go get the kid.

Ryan, Ryan?

I know, I'm going to get help.

What's going on there?

It's just static. I'm running upstairs to find a detective.

Hang on a second. I might lose you, okay?

No, you can't lose me.

I know. We're almost there. Don't worry.

No, Ryan, stop, you can't loose me or I'm dead.

What do you want me to do? I'm standing in the stairwell.

I mean, I can... I can see the door.

Oh, shit!

Is anybody there?

I need a detective, please, this is an emergency!

Anybody!

Oh my God!

Ryan, what time is it?

It's 1:30. Is anyone there?

Listen to me. My son's school gets out at 1:45.

They have my car. He'll hop in the car. You have to...

Look, I'm trying, I can't move. What do you... the Wyman School. Barrington and Sunset.

1:45, Ryan, hurry! Shit!

Where are you?

I just turned off Sunset.

Okay, it's on your right.

About, uh... two miles up the road.

What do these guys want anyway?

I don't know. I'm a science biology teacher.

What about your husband? Is he rich?

No, no, he's a realtor.

None of this makes any sense.

Yo, Grandma, come on!

What is it?

Where is a cop when you need one?

What is this?

Hey, hey!

Get off your cell phone. Concentrate on the road.

Yeah, yeah... Idiot! You still there?

Oh, Ryan, hurry. Okay, all right.

All right, I see the school.

Ryan? Yeah.

How much time do we have?

Uh... we got one minute.

Okay, go up to the main building.

His classroom will be on... on the left.

Okay.

All right, I'm here. Okay.

What's your kid's name? Ricky.

Ricky what? Martin.

Ricky Martin? You named your child Ricky Martin?

It was before the singer...

Whatever, whatever. What does he look like?

He's 11 years old, blond hair, he's really s... uh... small for his age, gree... green eyes, he's got on a... a bl... blue shirt and khaki pants.

They're all wearing that.

Hey, are you Ricky Martin? No.

Sir, can I help you? Ricky Martin?

Go to the office. Hand them the phone.

I'll tell them what happened.

Excuse me, what are you doing?

Hey, do you know where I can find the administrations office?

Yeah, it's up two...

You can't go there right now, sir, it's closed.

Oh, shit! You can't go in there, sir, sir?

Ricky Martin!

Was that the bell? Yes, yes it was.

Ricky Martin! Hurry!

Hurry, he'll go to the parents' pickup spot.

Okay, okay. Hey!

Oh, God! Ryan? Ryan, they're gonna get him.

All right, parent pickup, I see it.

He'll definitely go there? Yes.

What kind of car you got?

A... a black SUV.

Of course you do.

Excuse me, sir, you cannot be up here.

You've got to be down there with the other parents.

I know, I'm looking for a kid named Ricky Martin. I think he's in trouble.

He'll have a "Lord Of The Rings" backpack.

Ryan, did you hear me?

Ricky Martin!

Holy shit, you see that? The kid just got kidnapped.

What?!

I'm sorry. I gotta borrow your car. No, sir! Hey!

Hey! Don, I need some help here.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Ryan, are you there?

Yeah, Jessica, I'm here.

Don't let them get away.

It's okay, it's okay. I can still see them up ahead.

It's gonna be okay. I can see them, all right, Jessica?

You know what? This isn't a bad thing. I can actually follow them to where they're holding you and I can call the cops.

Shit! What?

This bus just cut me off.

Come on!

All right, this isn't working. Hang on.

Son...

Holy...

Whoa!

Whoa, whoa.

Holy shit!

Oh! Oh!

A-are you okay? We're okay.

We're alive. We're breathing.

What happened? Did you loose them?

Don't worry, I'll find them.

Shit!

What?

Little bit of traffic. Just give me a second, okay?

Come on, man, let us through.

Shit! My battery's dying. Do you have a charger?

Yeah, at my house, Jessica.

Hang on, I'm checking the car.

Now you wanna move?

Shit.

Whoa!

Did you... did you find it? Not exactly.

Hey, what's the holdup? Come on.

You are gonna owe me so big for this.

Get the rig out!

Shit!

You still there? Can you hear me?

I'm here. All right.

We're getting us a charger.

Sorry, excuse me, I'm sorry. Hey!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, excuse me, I'm sorry.

Excuse me, excuse me!

Hey, there's a line. I know, I'm sorry.

Excuse me, I need a charger.

Sir, you need to wait your turn, okay.

And we're having a special today on cheetah spots.

If you're feeling fierce. Ooh, how fun.

Excuse me, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, sir.

Just a second... I'm with a customer.

If you'll just take a number, somebody will be with you shortly.

We also have this one here.

Hey, hey, listen, I've got a life-and-death call on this phone.

My battery is about to die. You have a charger?

Sure, yeah, why don't you take a number, okay?

And one of our sales associates will help you when your turn comes around, excuse me.

No, no, my battery's gonna die.

Excuse me, miss, please, I have an emergency.

Sorry, sweetie, I'm on break. Take a number.

No, I don't want to take a number.

Come on, this is ridiculous.

Screw this.

Oh, my god!

Now who's gonna give me that goddamn charger?

Dude, here's your charger. Thank you.

Hey, Jack? Hey, Bob.

I sent a kid up to see you guys this morning.

He had a phone with him, some woman on the other end.

An abduction, something like that... you do anything with that?

You know, I've been stuck down at City Hall all morning doing press on these gang killings, But, uh, I'll ask around for you. Would you?

Sure. All right. Thanks.

Hey, Bob, you know, I was thinking about it.

You and Mare, you'll do great with that beauty parlor.

It's a day spa.

Aw, shit.


Jess, are you there? Pick up. Jessica!

Honey, listen to me, you have to get out of the house as fast as you can. Something's happened. There's no time to explain.

Just get Ricky and meet me at our place in left field, honey. I love you.

I'll explain to you later, now go.

All right, we're good. We got a charger.

Oh my God!


Do you want to die here?

Oh, shit!

No, please.

My family hasn't done anything to you.

Your husband left a message asking you to meet him in left field.

Where is that?

What? L... I don't know.

I don't know.

Go to the window.

There's something I want you to see.

Dimitri, bring him out.


You got three seconds to tell me where left field is, or you're never gonna see your son again.

Oh, God. Oh, God!

One...

...two...

He's a baby, you bastard! He's a baby!

Yeah, come on... He's a baby, he's a baby!

What's the matter with you, huh?

He's a baby, he's a baby!

Yeah, you wanna play? You wanna play?

You wanna play with me? Huh?

Your time is up.

Oh, God! No, no, no, no, no.

Your son is dead. No, no, he's not.

No, no, no, no, no!

It's a bar. It's a bar in LA.

What? It's a bar at LAX.

We got him.

Put the kid in the garage.

When I didn't show up for work this morning someone called the police, I'm sure.

You better hope they didn't.

You know... all I care about is the safety of my son, that's all I care about. I will...

Shut up! ... cooperate with you. I will...

Shut up. L... I just... no, I just want to tell you, I...

Hey, hey, hey! Can you turn that down?

Can you turn that down, please?

I just want you to know... Shut up.

Shut up!

Ethan, what the hell are we doing, man?

This is turning into a bunch of bullshit.

Man, you gotta chill out. LAX, let's go!

Jessica?

Jessica, come on, say something.

I'm... I'm here.

Ah. You knew where he was, Jessica.

If you know stuff, you got to tell these guys.

Don't you get it, Ryan?

After they find Craig, we're all going to die.

You don't know that. Don't think that way.

We've all seen their faces. They can't let us live.

I feel so helpless.

It's my family.


Miss Martin? Yes?

Jessica Kate Martin? Yes, can I help you, Mister...?

I'm sorry. Officer Mooney.

Ms. Martin, did you call the police today?

No.

We had a report of a possible kidnapping.

You haven't been kidnapped today, have you?

No.

I'm sorry to have disturbed you then.

Oh, no problem, thank you, Officer.

Yeah? It's Bayback.

What is it? We had a visitor, a cop.

Are you okay? Yeah, it's taken care of.

Good.

Oh, God. If they find Craig...

Hey, listen to me. I'm not gonna let that happen.

I'm gonna beat them to the airport.

Do you hear me?

Yes, I hear you.

Okay. Thank you.

Thank you for doing all this.

So what does that guy look like, that guy you were talking to?

Um, uh... black jeans, a brown leather jacket, close-cropped hair, that's about it.

What else, what else? What was he driving?

Just shut up.

Wait, what? Jessica, I can't hear you.

I'm sitting in it right now. Yeah?

Hello? It's a brand new Porsche Carrera.

The partners gave it to me. Great.

Mm-hm, sugar. Brand new, arctic blue convertible.

It goes zero to 60 in 5.2 seconds.

Takes the girls' panties down in 3.5 seconds.

Jessica, you still there? Hey, this is a private call.

No, I'm here. But you're breaking up.

Get off my line! Mom, are you still there?

Hey, hey, listen, this woman needs help.

Uh, actually no, you're gonna need help uh, when you pull my subpoena out of your asshole for not getting off my line.

Jessica, Jessica, don't hang up.

Can you hear me? Whatever happens, don't hang up.

Honey? What? Yeah, hey, Jess, don't... don't hang up.

Hey, just be yourself, Jess. Just get off my line, man.

Jessica. Jessica! Jessica!

Jessica, can you hear me? Who's Jessica?

Shit!

Please, please, listen to me.

I've been kidnapped. I don't know where I am.

They murdered my housekeeper.

Wait, wait, wait, stop, stop, stop, stop!

Murdered your housekeeper? That... that's really cute.

Um, A) Shut up, B) You can't bullshit a lawyer, baby girl, Do you get that?

Okay? I get paid $600 an hour to listen to shit like this.

So you want me to bill you?

That's fine. Bill me anything you want. Just help me.

I will pay you...

What the hell is your problem, man?

What the hell is your problem? You want to tussle?

Give me your phone! Oh snaps.

Give me your phone!

Ryan? Is that you?

Yeah, I'm here, Jessica.

Hey, Jess, your buddy's here.

Look, give me your phone or I shoot your car.

Oh, hell no, hell no.

Why would you want to do something awful like that?

Move!

I'm really sorry about this.

But I need your car.

Oh, come on, dude, I'm not... Look, Okay. Yeah, that's fine. I need your car.

Ryan, i-is that you?

It's okay, Jessica, I'm here.

Oh, I thought I'd lost you. Have fun.

I'm sorry.

W- What's happening?

It's okay. Our lines got crossed with some lawyer. It's all right.

I got his phone. I got his car. Okay.

Shit. What is it?

It's a tunnel!

Whoa, whoa! Jesus!

What's happening? Get out of the way!

Can you back up?

I can't. There's traffic.

You can't loose me.

Do you hear me?

I'm backing up.

Oh, look who's coming back. Awesome! Come on, buddy.

I'm sorry. Oh, are you?

Suck it!

Oh, I am in deep shit!

Shit! What?

They're already here. Ryan, just find Craig.

Don't worry, don't worry.

I got them.

This is the final boarding call for Orly, flight 180, with service to Paris...

Okay, what does your husband look like?

Please have your boarding passes ready before entering the security checkpoint...

About six feet tall, really good shape, 40s.

What else? What's he wearing?

Blue jeans, blue jeans, he wears blue jeans all the time.

A Lakers jacket. He had that on this morning.

No, it's ridiculous.

Okay, man, I'll call you later.

Have a wonderful trip, Mr. Clouseau.

Ah, oui-oui.

I'm sorry, excuse me.

Or I miss my flight.


This is code red, code red.

Concourse A. Security checkpoint.

Excuse me. Step this way, please.

Is there a problem? Is this your jacket, Sir?

Yeah. He's got a gun.

Wait, wait!

Down, down, down!

Don't move, don't move.

Stay down. All right, take it easy.

We're police officers. What's the matter with you?

Look in the goddamn tray. Check my ID.

He's a cop.

All right, back off.

That's what I was trying to tell you.

Jesus Christ, Jessica, these guys are cops.

What the hell is going on here?

This doesn't make any sense.

All right, I see "left field. "

Do you see Craig? Do you see him?

I got him. Oh, thank God!

Don't ask questions, just follow me. Get off me.

Trust me. Your wife sent me. What?!

Look, they are here and they are looking for you.

They already have your family. What are you talking about?

Just let me explain it to you, just trust me.

Here, here he is. What?

Okay.

This is it. Yeah.

Hey, bro, this isn't my wife, okay?

My wife's name is Patty. My name is Ed. Good luck.


You goddamn animals better not have hurt them.

Animals?

We just recovered the stolen vehicle.

It's heading to Quicksilver Towing.

We're gonna have a look around for the suspect.

Shit!


Craig! No! No! Jess! Jess!

No!

Here she is. We've got your kid. Now where is it?

Tell them, tell them they've got the wrong family. That it's a mistake.

Oh, God, Jess, I'm sorry! This isn't a mistake.

Listen to me. I've made arrangements.

It's in a safety deposit box.

And it's got special instructions that if anybody gets to it...

No! No!

Stop it!

Here is the deal, Craig.

Either you give us what we want, or I blow her brains all over you right now.

Your call. It's an 85 bullet to me, Craig.

Okay, okay, please, please, God. Please don't hurt her, please.

It's in our bank in Century City.

Please, don't hurt her.

Please! I love you, Jess. No! No!

You'll have help in the bank.

Please, don't hurt her, please! Jess, I love you!

Please, don't hurt her. No!

Ryan, they've gone to the Brenner Building on Olympic and Century Park.

Hey, change of plan. I gotta get to Century City fast.

This definitely has a smoother feel.

And the fruit acid is still... burning the shit out of my face.

Okay, well then I think we're definitely gonna have to go with this pink one.

No, Mare, it's highway robbery.

What about the... the other blue one?

No, I didn't like the way that one dried.

I think it's the uh...

I think it's the live algae in this one.

Mare, listen to me.

I'm not being negative, okay?

But I think this is bullshit.

Live algae at $80 a pop?!

And we're rubbing it on our face?

Do you know how much algae there is in the world?

Honey, this one works.

Yes, but maybe it's the... the collagen.

No, sweetie, they all have collagen.

I have to get that 'cause it might be the painter.

Authorities are asking for your help in identifying this man believed to be responsible for today's bizarre string of crimes.

It started with a robbery at gunpoint of a 457 cellular store.

We were afraid he was gonna try to rob the cash registers.

But all he ended up doing was buying a charger.

Buying?! He bought that charger. He paid for it?

Yeah, actually he overpaid it.

'Cause we have this sale going on.

Well, There you have it, a bizarre twist in today's crime spree... a criminal who appears at least at moments to be honest. Back to the newsroom.

He continued his crime spree by stealing an $80,000 Porsche Carrera at gunpoint.

I basically got cut off by this young man, very good-looking, in a security car.

And he was on the phone talking to his friend, Jessica who was supposedly "kidnapped. "

Whatever the... like... you know... and then, uh, basically he just held me up at gunpoint and stole my Porsche.

Directory assistance.

Yeah, I need the number of a residence, please.

Jessica Martin in Brentwood.

That number is 555-6763.

For an additional 40...

Hi, you've reached the Martins.

Leave your number and we'll call you back.


She had an accent...

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

Thank you.

Whoa, hey!

I'm sure once all the paperwork is done... we should be getting it in the next four or five days...

Yeah.

Ryan, what are you going to do now?

I haven't had a clue what I was doing all day.

Mr. Martin. Oh, my... are you all right?

Car accident, I'm fine.

I just need to get back into my deposit box.

I don't know what's in it.

I just know if they get it, we're dead.

JT, will you show Mr. Martin to his deposit box?

Don't let them get it, Ryan.


Excuse me.

Come on, come on, let's go. What's going on?

No! Get some help.

Run!

Drop your weapon.

L.A.P.D., lock the building down. Dimitri, get him out of here.


No.

Shit!

Damn it!

Deason, back of the building, back of the building now.


Ethan, he's gone.

It's heading to Quicksilver Towing.

We're gonna have a look around for the suspect.

Hey, hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Follow that tow truck.


Craig Martin here.

Now this building has 5,000 square feet to use as offi...

What the hell?

Jesus.

Are these cops? What are they doing?

Waste this guy.

All right. Light 'em up, boss.

Who they?... what the...

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, God! Oh, Je...

Jack, get that asshole.

Shit.

I'm a dead man.


Ms. Martin?

Ms. Martin!


Police. Anybody here?

Police officer.


27 years!

27 years without this shit!

Where's Jessica Martin?

Who are you?

I am a cop.

Shit.

9-1-1.

Yes, Operator, I'm a police officer.

I need paramedics to 3270 Bonhill Road.

3270 Bonhill Road.

One moment, please.

All right, no, no, no, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

Would you just give me back my goddamn car?

Don't take that tone of voice with me, sir.

I already told you. We do not release vehicles until all impound fees are paid.

Hey, you know what? That's really awesome.

But guess what? I did not ask for it to get impounded, okay?

I got carjacked. Do you know what that is?

A carjacking? Where a jackoff comes up to you, sticks a gun to your head and says... hey, buddy, get out of... I was car... I had it stolen from me.

Sir, you want your car back or not?

Do I want my...

I don't know... let me think about it for a second... yes, but I'm not paying for it.

Howie, take her on back.

Howie? Howie... no. Howie!

Howie, cut it out. You're not... just... okay, fine.

That's fine, it's fine. It's all bad.

I'm just gonna... this is what I'm gonna do... I'm gonna pay you, okay?

Never mind, Howie.

Who do I make it out to? Lady who sucks? Is that it?

I tell you right now, here you go.

One scratch on the car and guess who gets an ass whip...?

Hey, that's my car!

That's my car! Oh, no, this isn't happening, this isn't happening.

That ain't Howie.

Thank you. Yes.

Well, you missed all the major pipes.

And you're gonna need about five stitches.

But some of this tissue looks gangrenous.

That's avocado mud mask.

It's for combination skin.

Moon? You all right?

Yeah.

Can you give us a minute, fellas?

Jack, I didn't know she was a cop. L...

Hey, Moon, take a breath, okay? It's gonna be okay.

You just gotta tell me exactly what happened here.

I don't know. I'm still trying to figure it out.

I went inside. I clearly identified myself as a cop and she just opened fire on me.

She didn't say a word. She just started shooting.

I checked her ID. Dana Bayback...

Bayback...? No. I never heard of her.

She was pretending to be Jessica Martin.

Hold on a second. Who's Jessica Martin?

The woman who owns the house.

And I think the real Jessica Martin is in trouble, Jack.

Did... did Bayback... did she say anything to you at all, anything?

Nothing.

She never had a chance.

It's gonna be okay.

Hello?

Hello? Are you there?

You little bitch.

I wanna know who you were just talking to.

No! Ow!

First I'm gonna kill you, then I'm gonna kill your little kid.

Oh, you wanna play?

What did you do to me?

10th grade biology. Brachial artery

pumps 30 liters of blood a minute.

But there's only five in the human body.

I'm sorry. God!

Bitch!


Mom! Ricky.

Ricky? Baby, are you okay?

I can't get out of here.


Yeah? Ethan!

You better take this. What is it?

I got what you're looking for.

Oh? Yeah.

Okay, and what I do for it?

What?!

What I do for what I looking for? You tell me now.

Wait, who's this? What number did I call?

You call me on the payphone.

You waste my time. I have pictures to draw.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude. Chill out.

No, you don't tell me what to chill. My mother tells me to chill.

I sit here, I draw people telling me to chill out all the time.

You don't tell me what to chill. I chill you.

Chad!

I thought you said you had this under control.

It is. Oh, really?

Why don't you ask Bayback about that?

I heard about the cop. She handled it already.

Oh, yeah? She handled that before or after he killed her?

What?

Bayback is dead.

A cop was investigating Jessica Martin's disappearance.

Something about some kid who tipped him off.

He knows too much. Mooney doesn't know shit.

And let's just leave the thinking to me, okay?

Go back to the bank, get the video of the kid.

Check every frame till you find one we can use to ID that son of a bitch.

You got it. Dimitri!

Ricky! Listen to me.

Get away from the window.

Do you see the cabinet in the corner?

Go over there and get behind it.

No! Don't leave me! Don't leave me.

No, I'm not gonna leave you.

I'm not gonna leave you. I'm gonna be right back, okay?

I'm gonna take you home.

Okay, Mommy.


Get outside now!

Come on, baby, get in the back seat.

Get down, hurry!

Get down.

Get out of the car now.

Mom.

Get out of the car. No!

No, don't!

Get out of the car. No, don't! Don't!

You wanna save that boy here?

Get out of the car, you bitch!

Don't, no!

Get out, bitch!

Who did you tell? Nobody.

Lying bitch!

Who is that kid at the bank?

I don't know...

You are dead. Your family is finished.

Bad timing, Tanner.

I think we got off on the wrong foot.

How did you get this number?

Well, modern technology is amazing, you know.

My phone remembers the last 50 incoming calls.

What do you want?

I want the woman and her family.

Okay, now let me tell you what I want.

I want you to tell me where you are right now.

Or bad things are gonna happen to this little family.

Sorry, it doesn't work that way.

Oh, really? Go cut the kid's throat.

Fine. You lost. Nice talking to you.

Ring.

Come on, ring.

Ring!

Get the point?

You're playing with fire, kid.

Yeah, know what? You're lucky I'm still talking to your sorry ass, all right?

From here on out, you do as I say, exactly as I say.

Or I slap this bitch on "Nightline" and call it a day, okay?

So how do you want to do this?

Santa Monica Pier.

No. Too busy.

Yeah, that's kind of the idea, dickhead.

How will I recognize you?

You let me worry about that.

Give me a number I can reach you.

555-0167.

I can hardly wait.

Me too.

Yeah?

Where's your cop friend? He's right behind me.

We're making a trade with the kid at the Santa Monica Pier.

Your boy can ID him. All right, I'm on it.

So how's he looking?

He needs to go to the hospital.

Why? What's up? No, it's nothing.

Come on, what's up?

We caught a break with that kid that robbed the cell phone store.

That's the kid who was in the station.

Yeah well, we know he is at the Santa Monica Pier, but no one can ID him. No one knows what he looks like.

I do. I saw him this morning. I can point him out to you.

Absolutely not. You need to get stitches or it's gonna open up again.

Here, you take care of him. I can wait 20 minutes.

You're sure you're up for this?

Come on, let's solve this goddamn thing.

All right.


Ethan, I'm here.

Dimitri, I'm in position.

You here?

Yeah.

Showtime, he's on.

So now what?

First you show me the Martins are okay.

There's a black van in the parking lot at the northwest corner, next to the Spy Sunglass truck.

Okay, I can see it.

He's within visual of the van.

Now look at the passenger side window.

Deason, show the woman.

Did you see that? Yeah.

We found him yet?

No, I don't see him.

He's the one on the cell phone, you idiot.

Everybody's on a cell phone.

Six feet tall, Caucasian, light brown hair, sandy hair, about 20.

I wish I could remember what he was wearing.

Your turn, now you show me something.

No, first you let them go. I don't think so.

Not until after you give me the camera.

Yeah, I've been thinking about that.

You know, it does me no good to hand over the videotape, then you guys turn around and take us out.

I swore I wouldn't do that.

Like you swore to protect and serve?

Look, it's your choice. Excuse me.

Either the Martins or the videotape. Either way, I'm walking in five minutes.

I'm warning you. Shit!

I cannot believe you. Where have you been?

Chloe! Here. There he is.

I got him. He's across from the arcade talking to some girl.

Damn it, Ryan, you know how long I waited for those t-shirts?

That was so important to me.

Look, I can explain it to you. I just can't do it right now.

It's not safe. There are people after me right now.

God, I tried to call you and your phone is off.

Hey, kid, I've been looking for you.

It's me, Mooney from the police station.

Shit! No, wait, wait, wait, wait a second, it's... ouch!

Hey, there you are, kid.

You run, everyone dies.

Would you relax?

He's a cop. He's with me.

Jessica Martin? You were right.

I got the kid.

Copy.

We're all good here, right?

Hey, Mooney, you don't look so hot. Nah, I'm all right.

No, I wanna get you over to the hospital and get that checked out.

This is detective Dimitri, C.I.D. Hey.

Get him over to the hospital. Get him looked at.

Just relax, will you? You're in good hands.

Yeah.

Will someone please explain to me what's going on?

Who is she?

She's nobody. I've never seen her before.

Let's go have a little chat about Jessica Martin, huh?


God, that felt good.

This... this is nothing.

Except my wife is gonna kill me when she sees it.

That is it.

All right, we've got it.

We're all done here. Take care of the Martins.

Tanner... we can take care of him back at the safe house, not here.


Dude! What are you doin'? I was like... take a walk.

Shit!

Yeah-ah!

Now get up! Up!

Put them on. Put them on.

You were gonna shoot me?

It's all right. I'm a policeman.

That's a very bad man.

The kid's in a boathouse under the pier.

Copy that?

Ethan, you copy that?

Copy.

Last chance, kid.

You come out now, I'll make it easy on you.

Okay then.

You wanna do it this way?

Cocky little piece of shit!


Time's up. Bye-bye.

Oh, shit.

Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused me today?

Who are you?

How did you get involved?

I just answered my phone.

Shit.

You're pathetic.

The bitch has more fight than you.

Come on.

Okay, that's enough.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit! Please. Please!

Let him up.

Help me. They're dirty cops.

He attacked my partner. He tried to kill me.

I said let him up.

You're gonna believe this lying piece of shit over a cop?

It doesn't matter what I believe.

What's important is that you believe I would put a bullet in your skull if you don't let him up.

They kidnapped Jessica Martin and her family.

Hands in the air. What?!

Do it, now!

Turn around.

Drop the gun.

We've got to get out of here. Stay with me.


Ah, God, aah. My leg.

Stay there.

Okay.


No.

Mom, no! Ricky, look at me. Look at me, son.

Look at me.


All right, Mom, hurry.

Mom!

Ryan.

Jessica.

It's okay, it's over.

Through, please...

Absolutely ridiculous. Save it.

Oh, Bob, thank god. Will you back me up here?

I'm getting set up, man, I...

Hey, sorry to interrupt. Have you guys seen these new phones?

They're amazing. They've got technology and features like... video recording.

Moon, don't listen to this punk.

They destroyed the original recording but not till after I copied it into my phone.

It's footage of this officer and his men robbing and murdering two drug dealers in an alley.

This is total bullshit.

Jack, did I ever tell you how much I hate dirty cops?

I think those chemicals from your beauty parlor are getting your brain, Moon.

It's a day spa, you fuck.

Get him out of here.

Are you all right?

Yeah, it's... fine.

I... I don't know if there's anything I could ever do... thank you.

I do.

Don't ever call me again.

Yes, thank you!