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The Clearing Script


   

                   

- Excuse me, honey.

- The temperature is 59 degrees.



 

                   

- Cologne?

- I'd better get going.



 

                   

The governor

has given Pennsylvania lawmakers--



 

                   

Remember we have

the Finches tonight.



 

                   

- You sleep okay?

- Yeah. Fine.



 

                   

Why are we having

the Finches?



 

                   

We haven't seen them in ages, and I think we

should make some kind of an effort with Eva.



 

                   

- Don't you think?

- Is there an occasion?



 

                   

No. No occasion.

He used to be your good friend.



  

                   

- You know?

- Yeah.



  

                   

- Are you gonna speak to Jill today?

- No. I spoke with her yesterday.



  

                   

Why? Are you worried

about her?



  

                   

Should I be?



  

                   

Well, why don't you

give her a call?



  

                   

I think I'll give her

a call this afternoon.



  

                   

Oh, that's a good idea.



  

                   

She likes her job?



  

                   

Yeah, she seems to.



  

                   

She wouldn't tell me

if she didn't.



  

                   

No. But that's only because you've made

your opinion on the matter so clear.



  

                   

Bye.



  

                   

Okay, you hound.



  

                   

Okay. Hey.

Come on. Come on. Hey.



  

                   

Come on.



  

                   

No. Not--

Hey, that's cruel.



  

                   

He's gotta learn how to swim.

That's how I taught the children.



  

                   

You did not.



  

                   

Anyway, I taught them

to swim.



  

                   

See you later.



  

                   

Wayne, please don't be

any later than  :   okay?



  

                   

-  :  ?

- Yes. Please.



  

                   

Not active.

Press the "services" button now.



  

                   

Shut up.



  

                   

...dashing optimism

that profits will show signs of rebounding.



  

                   

Dow Jones Industrials were down

by a third of a percent...



  

                   

a half-percent decline

for the S&P    .



  

                   

Near two and a half percent

lower for the NASDAQ.



  

                   

But this morning,

stock issues are winning--



  

                   

Graciela, that's beautiful.

Thank you.



  

                   

- Hello.

- Wayne's late. Can you believe it?



  

                   

- What's he doin'?

- He's working.



  

                   

- Why the hell is he doing that?

- Oh, what else is new?



  

                   

- So, Tom, can you make us some drinks?

- I want some of that good scotch.



  

                   

I'd like to speak with Wayne Hayes, please.

This is his wife calling.



  

                   

One moment, please.



  

                   

I'm afraid he's

not at his desk.



  

                   

Well, is he

gone for the day?



  

                   

I'm afraid I don't

know, Mrs. Hayes.



  

                   

I'd like to speak

with Alex Rice, please.



  

                   

One moment, please.



  

                   

He's gone for the day.

Would you like his voice mail?



  

                   

No. No message.

Thank you.



  

                   

Please leave a message.



  

                   

Well, I hope

you're on yourway.



  

                   

As usual, you've spoiled us.



  

                   

Yes, Eileen. Everything

was absolutely delicious.



  

                   

It was nothing.

I didn't do anything.



  

                   

If this isn't doing anything, well,

you should be so lucky, Tom.



  

                   

Well, I'm so sorry

Wayne couldn't be here.



  

                   

Oh, that's all right.

He never liked us.



  

                   

What is your emergency?



  

                   

Yes. Hello?



  

                   

I need to report

a missing person.



  

                   

- Hello?

- Mrs. Hayes, this is Detective Seymour.



  

                   

There was no sign of break-in.

Doors were locked. Alarm was set.



  

                   

Can you think of a reason

why he'd be parked there?



  

                   

No.



  

                   

- Did he know anyone in the neighborhood?

- No, not that I'm aware of.



  

                   

Was he under any

particular kind of stress?



  

                   

No, I don't think so.



  

                   

What's your

husband's height?



  

                   

He's six foot.



  

                   

- Weight?

-         pounds.



  

                   

- Eyes?

- Blue.



  

                   

Blond hair.



  

                   

Mom?



  

                   

Hi.



  

                   

How's the baby?



  

                   

He's still

such a bad sleeper.



  

                   

Sometimes I wonder

how he's gonna get on in the world.



  

                   

He's gonna be one of those

grown men living with their mother.



  

                   

Your next one will be better.

Think you'll get one of each?



  

                   

No. We're not gonna

have a next one.



  

                   

He's in our bed every night.



  

                   

Oh, I'd love to see them.



  

                   

Doyou think

they could come out?



  

                   

Yeah. We'll see.



  

                   

So, tell me more about

what the police said.



  

                   

It was questions mostly.



  

                   

Wanted to know if anything

had been bothering him recently.



  

                   

Apparently, people

wander off all the time.



  

                   

They said that?



  

                   

They said they were going

to check the river.



  

                   

Oh, that's not Dad.



  

                   

No.



  

                   

Wayne!



  

                   

Wayne.



  

                   

Yeah.



  

                   

- Hi, Wayne.

- Hi.



   

                   

I don't know

if you remember me-- Arnold.



   

                   

Arnold Mack from Hadley.



   

                   

That was a long time ago.



   

                   

Yeah, it sure was.



   

                   

Uh, I'm supposed

to show this to you.



   

                   

What the hell

are you doing?



   

                   

If you make a noise,

I'll shoot.



   

                   

Give me the keys.



   

                   

Your hands.



   

                   

Keep 'em behind your back!



   

                   

Legs out.

Let's have your shoes.



   

                   

Now tell your wife

you're all right.



   

                   

- Am I?

- Yes.



   

                   

This is Wayne.

Eileen, I'm fine.



   

                   

Jill!



   

                   

The possibility that

they're watching the house...



   

                   

is something

we have to take seriously.



   

                   

That means we'll set up surveillance

and stay with you until the situation is resolved.



   

                   

They've instructed you to confirm

receipt of the keys in a personal ad.



   

                   

That's a common mode of communication--

minimal contact.



   

                   

We'd obviously like

to get them on the phone...



   

                   

so we'll monitor all calls in the event

that we're successful in doing that.



   

                   

I understand that our presence here

is an imposition on you...



   

                   

but I need to ask all of you...



   

                   

to try to be as open with us

as you can be.



   

                   

So if Mr. Hayes

mentioned anything--



   

                   

something on his mind,

something bothering him--



   

                   

any information you can give us,

the better off we are.



   

                   

I want to assure you...



   

                   

that our first priority

is Mr. Hayes's safety.



   

                   

In a situation like this,

lack of control can be the hardest part.



   

                   

We're here to get you back

some of that control.



   

                   

Hello.



   

                   

Where have you been?



   

                   

- Talking to Lane.

- How is she?



   

                   

We spent most of the time discussing

the color of what's in Oscar's diapers.



   

                   

Hope the F.B.I.

found it interesting.



   

                   

How's Mom?



   

                   

She's okay.



   

                   

I think she thought

he left her.



   

                   

Did she tell you that?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Of course not.

He would never do that.



   

                   

Why not?



   

                   

'Cause he'd be lost

without her.



   

                   

He might think about it,

but he'd never do it.



   

                   

Uh, most kidnappings in this

country are small in scale--



   

                   

usually over disagreements

about drugs.



   

                   

They usually

work themselves out.



   

                   

Someone pays the bill,

and on they go.



   

                   

We're free.



   

                   

We'll be on our way

in five minutes.



   

                   

Everything's fine.



   

                   

Put those on, please.



   

                   

Sit down. All the way.



   

                   

Put your butt down.



   

                   

Straighten your legs.



   

                   

Hold it a minute. Hold it.



   

                   

Your hands will be

better in front.



   

                   

Do you mind?



   

                   

Doyou mind if I take off

my coat first?



   

                   

- A little hot in the trunk.

- Okay.



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

Okay. Hands in front.



   

                   

All right?

Let's get going.



   

                   

- Oh.

- Mm.



   

                   

Oh, no.

Please, please sit down.



   

                   

Thanks.



   

                   

Pepsi for breakfast?



   

                   

One of those bad habits.



   

                   

Everything will be paid for

by the bureau, by the way.



   

                   

- I don't know if that was explained to you.

- Oh, no. That-That's all right.



   

                   

You have a wonderful

place here.



   

                   

Yes. We built it about five--

no, six years ago.



   

                   

Hmm.



   

                   

I hope we're not getting

in your way too much.



   

                   

No. I think

we'll be all right.



   

                   

- Good.

- Well, enjoy your breakfast.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

It's good once you're in.



   

                   

It's cold.



   

                   

Keeps you young.



   

                   

Ahh.



   

                   

You know, I can't remember

the last time we swam together.



   

                   

Yeah. It's been a while.



   

                   

Cigarette?



   

                   

I quit.



   

                   

But under the circumstances--



   

                   

The shoes all right?



   

                   

I mean, they fit okay?



   

                   

Yeah. They're--

They're fine.



   

                   

No, no. Those things

are killers.



   

                   

I've been telling my wife that for years,

but somehow--



   

                   

Are we gonna have

a conversation now? Is that it?



   

                   

Okay. I don't need to talk.



   

                   

What made you think

I smoked?



   

                   

Look, Arnold. How much

are we talking about here?



   

                   

- I could call my lawyer, whatever it is.

- Can't do it.



   

                   

This has nothing to do with me.

I'm just doing my part.



   

                   

- What-- What is your part?

- I'm doing it. This is my part.



   

                   

- Did you take the pictures?

- No. I'm not a photographer.



   

                   

We should really get going.

We got a long way to go.



   

                   

- Mind telling me where that is?

- I'm sorry. I can't.



   

                   

- Mind telling me where that is?

- I'm sorry. I can't.



   

                   

Were there any disagreements

that you can remember off hand?



   

                   

With former employees,

any unpleasant departures, grudges...



   

                   

someone who may feel

they were owed something?



   

                   

- Anything like that?

- No. Not that I know of.



   

                   

As I understand it, there was some anger

over your husband's use of foreign automobiles?



   

                   

Oh, that was just a few letters.

That was all.



   

                   

Hmm.



   

                   

About a year after he sold primary control

in the car rental business...



   

                   

he resigned from the board

and formed a new company.



   

                   

- Is that right?

- That's right.



   

                   

- A consulting firm?

- Yes.



   

                   

But it wasn't successful.



   

                   

- No.

- So he's been advisory director

at Lennox-Stuart...



   

                   

for the past two years since

he closed the consulting firm?



   

                   

That's right.



   

                   

Do you know

a Miss Louise Miller...



   

                   

formerly in the employment of

your husband at Lennox-Stuart?



   

                   

Yes. My husband

had an affair with her.



   

                   

And she left your husband's

employment in J une of     ?



   

                   

I told him to let her go.



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

And as far as you know,

that was the end of the relationship?



   

                   

Yes, as far as I know.



   

                   

Your husband's phone records indicate...



   

                   

that they were in regular

contact beyond that date.



   

                   

Is that all?



   

                   

Sure. That's it for now.

Thankyou.



   

                   

My children don't know about this.

I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell them.



   

                   

I understand.



   

                   

Ham or tuna?



   

                   

Ham.



   

                   

We'll split it.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

You know, Arnold, I think

you may have the wrong man.



   

                   

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.



   

                   

I think you want my neighbor

Mr. Shipley. He's loaded.



   

                   

You think I made

a mistake?



   

                   

Happens all the time.



   

                   

Perfectly intelligent people

pick up a wrong bag at the airport...



   

                   

- get into a car that doesn't belong to them--

- I know all about you.



   

                   

"The man Hertz

and Avis are afraid of."



   

                   

Oh, I see.



   

                   

You grew up in Altoona.

You married your high school sweetheart.



   

                   

You won a scholarship

to Penn State.



   

                   

You had a good job, but you quit

to start a car rental business.



   

                   

Didn't make sense at the time,

but you made it work.



   

                   

In those days, the greatest challenge

was keeping your marriage together.



   

                   

They wrote that.

I didn't say it.



   

                   

You like to watch the Pirates.

You have a little house on a lake in the woods...



   

                   

a small boat in which you like to float

on summer afternoons to clear your mind...



   

                   

and two children--

a son and daughter-- all grown up now.



   

                   

That about sums it up.



   

                   

So, when did you

lose your job?



   

                   

I guess it's obvious, huh?

Eight years ago in November.



   

                   

- And what did you do?

- I was a manager ofsorts.



   

                   

And you thought if you were

hardworking and loyal...



   

                   

and did everything they told you to do

that you'd be safe, right?



   

                   

I worked there    years.

Out of their hands, they said.



   

                   

- Well, it probably was.

- That's what they said.



   

                   

Changing economy.

Gotta keep things profitable.



   

                   

- I've heard it all.

- Nothing personal.



   

                   

- Yeah, right.

- It's a terrible thing.



   

                   

A lot of good people

lost their jobs.



   

                   

I'd say   % of our workforce

at one point was from Hadley.



   

                   

You could have come work for us.



   

                   

I'd appreciate it if you didn't

condescend me, Wayne.



   

                   

I know how the world works.

That's why I'm out here with you.



   

                   

So, what does your wife

think about this plan?



   

                   

- My wife?

- Yeah. Those are her cigarettes.



   

                   

You can keep things

from your wife.



   

                   

I don't know.



   

                   

What? You've never

deceived your wife?



   

                   

Well, there are levels

of deception, Arnold.



   

                   

I mean,

this is a whopper.



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

Well, how about you?



   

                   

- Me?

- Yeah. You know everything about me.



   

                   

Tell me about yourself.



   

                   

All right. Uh...



   

                   

I have a wife

and two daughters.



   

                   

One of my daughters

supposedly lives with us.



   

                   

She's got some boyfriend.

I think he's a mute.



   

                   

I can't tell you

the last time I saw her.



   

                   

My wife...



   

                   

is trying to kill herself

with cigarettes.



   

                   

We live with her father.

He sleeps in the den.



   

                   

He has his own TV,

but he's hard of hearing...



   

                   

and he doesn't like to wear

his hearing aids at night.



   

                   

So he lies in bed and plays it so loud,

we can hear it in our room.



   

                   

Sometimes he

leaves it on all night.



   

                   

But what can I say?

It's his house.



   

                   

I don't say anything

much at all, Wayne.



   

                   

It's a household of...

disappointed people.



   

                   

But... we have our health,

and we have each other, so--



   

                   

Ah, everybody suffers.

Isn't that right?



   

                   

Yeah, everybody suffers.



   

                   

Did you always have

that mustache?



   

                   

So long as I could grow one.



   

                   

This is Wayne.

Eileen, I'm fine.



   

                   

Our profilers believe the letters

are probably being written by one person--



   

                   

male, some college education,

white, over   --



   

                   

but we do believe

we're dealing with a group.



   

                   

To keep a hostage for a prolonged period

requires multiple participants.



   

                   

Why haven't they

asked for anything?



   

                   

They're showing you

who's in control.



   

                   

I'd like to suggest

a different approach.



   

                   

They've made no acknowledgement

of our request to communicate over the phone...



   

                   

so I propose we place

a personal ad...



   

                   

confirming you received

the recording as requested...



   

                   

but we also claim

you received a ransom demand.



   

                   

You're willing to pay. You just want

to make sure you're paying the right people.



   

                   

As soon as they think you're gonna

give their money to someone else...



   

                   

they usually call

within    hours.



   

                   

Okay, so we're agreed.

We do what Fuller says.



   

                   

Well, I'm not gonna make

this decision alone.



   

                   

You're not alone,

sweetheart.



   

                   

Where are you going?



   

                   

I'm going to get

something for Oscar.



   

                   

You're going shopping?



   

                   

It's his first birthday.

It's important we celebrate it.



   

                   

Are you coming?



   

                   

Oscar!



   

                   

Is he asleep?



   

                   

Finally. He woke up

the minute I put him down.



   

                   

Wayne will be sorry

to have missed it.



   

                   

Yeah. He loves birthdays.



   

                   

You know, Lane, for my first birthday

after Wayne and I were married...



   

                   

he wanted to give me a surprise, so we drove

up to this little hotel in the mountains.



   

                   

We could not afford it,

but he insisted, as usual.



   

                   

Anyway, when we got there,

they'd never heard of us.



   

                   

He messed up the reservations

or something.



   

                   

Anyway, he was devastated,

so he-- oh, he pleaded.



   

                   

And then he tried to sound important,

but they took no pity on us.



   

                   

- Poor Dad.

- So anyway, we finished up at an all-night diner...



   

                   

because there were

no hotel rooms available.



   

                   

But he made them put candles

in everything we ate--



   

                   

in the rice pudding, in the--

in the hamburgers.



   

                   

And they all sang

"Happy Birthday." It was great.



   

                   

I remember once, he convinced me

that it was a special birthday treat...



   

                   

to go to work with him

and help him clean the cars.



   

                   

I fell for that too.



   

                   

You loved it. Both of you.



   

                   

He really made you feel

like you were the center of the world.



   

                   

I hope Oscar

gets to feel that.



   

                   

He will.



   

                   

Hold it.



   

                   

Is this where

we meet the others?



   

                   

- No.

- What then?



   

                   

Just a break.

You can sit over there.



   

                   

Oh, yeah.



   

                   

May I see the pictures

of my wife?



   

                   

- What for?

- May I see them?



   

                   

She'd hate the idea

of being watched.



   

                   

She's self-conscious,

even with me.



   

                   

She's beautiful.



   

                   

You know what I think?



   

                   

What?



   

                   

I don't think there's

anybody watching my wife.



   

                   

And do you know

what that means?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

It means I'm gonna

have to give you the slip.



   

                   

You won't wanna do that, Wayne.



   

                   

- You'd get me into a world of trouble.

- I'd be sorry about that.



   

                   

Anyway, your wife will pay,

and then you can go home.



   

                   

As long as she wants you back.

You haven't done anything terrible, have you?



   

                   

I've never pointed

a gun at anyone.



   

                   

Does your wife know

about the company you keep?



   

                   

That woman?



   

                   

I told you

I know all about you.



   

                   

I followed you there once.

I sat outside.



   

                   

- You followed me?

- They asked me to.



   

                   

I'd say that's a whopper, Wayne.

Isn't that a whopper?



   

                   

We should get going.



   

                   

Oh, this is a beautiful spot, Arnold.

You picked a great day for it.



   

                   

I didn't pick it.

Let's go, Wayne.



   

                   

I love my wife, Arnold.



   

                   

We have two beautiful kids,

and I'm just getting to know them.



   

                   

For most of their lives,

I've been working.



   

                   

I missed a lot.



   

                   

I'm not suggesting you didn't

love them. Come on. Let's go.



   

                   

- No.

- Come on.



   

                   

This will do just fine.

Tell me where we're going.



   

                   

- Let's go.

- Look at yourself.



   

                   

You've lost your job. You go around

pushing people into trunks--



   

                   

- Get up.

- What if everybody did that? You goddamn lunatic.



   

                   

How many times have you

fired that gun, Arnold?



   

                   

There's a hunting cabin

near the top.



   

                   

I'm gonna drop you off.

Then I go. That's it.



   

                   

There's some guys

waiting for you.



   

                   

I work for them.



   

                   

They're okay.



   

                   

I wish I'd paid better attention,

but I was mowing the lawn.



   

                   

All I remember is,

he wasn't a gardener.



   

                   

He was white,

middle-aged, I guess.



   

                   

He was wearing a suit, I think...



   

                   

and he was standing at the side of the car

talking to Mr. Hayes.



   

                   

A driver from one of the local bus routes

remembers a man of similar description.



   

                   

We've come up with a composite sketch

based on those descriptions.



   

                   

Here you go.



   

                   

Does that resemble

anyone you might know?



   

                   

Yeah, it resembles

a million people I might know.



   

                   

- What about the personal ad?

- There's still no response.



   

                   

As they have so far refused to make

phone contact, with your permission...



   

                   

I would like to demand

an assurance of Mr. Hayes's safety.



   

                   

I think an organization as disciplined as this

would expect such a demand.



   

                   

Wait a minute. Mr. Fuller,

at your suggestion...



   

                   

we threatened to give

their money to someone else.



   

                   

And since then, they haven't contacted us.

They've made no demand.



   

                   

If anything, we're further from resolving this

than we were to begin with!



   

                   

What difference does it make who was on

the goddamn bus? You know what I think?



   

                   

I think you don't have the faintest

fucking idea who those people are!



   

                   

So, what would you

consider an assurance?



   

                   

A phone conversation.



   

                   

If they're not willing

to confirm your husband's safety...



   

                   

I think we should consider

the negotiation over.



   

                   

Come here.



   

                   

Mrs. Hayes, if they

can make you desperate...



   

                   

they know you'll give them

anything they want.



   

                   

I want to apologize

for my son.



   

                   

That's not necessary.



   

                   

- Please, sit down.

- You know, it's strange.



   

                   

You've never met my husband,

but you know all about him.



   

                   

- I'm-I'm used to it.

- You'd like him.



   

                   

He inspires confidence.

It's his great talent.



   

                   

A man like that

needs to be appreciated.



   

                   

It gets worse

as they get older.



   

                   

They feel themselves

being forgotten.



   

                   

You don't have to explain

anything to me--



   

                   

I'm trying to explain

my husband, Mr. Fuller.



   

                   

Did you tell my son

about that woman?



   

                   

I asked him to look over

some phone records.



   

                   

- I don't know what conclusions he came up with.

- You said you wouldn't.



   

                   

- I said that I understood.

- How would it be if I looked into your marriage?



   

                   

It wouldn't look

very good at the moment.



   

                   

What are you doing?



   

                   

I was...

thinking about Dad.



   

                   

I'm frightened I'm never

gonna see him again.



   

                   

What would you say to him

if you could?



   

                   

That I love him.



   

                   

You know...



   

                   

when I told him that

I was pregnant with you...



   

                   

that's the only time

I've ever seen him cry.



   

                   

He knows you love him.



   

                   

These guys waiting for us--

Have I done something to them?



   

                   

- No.

- And you-- You seem to know a lot about me.



   

                   

Have I done

something to you?



   

                   

No, you haven't

done anything to me.



   

                   

You're good with names.

You're famous for it, you know?



   

                   

I read somebody

can meetyou once...



   

                   

and you see them again

   years later...



   

                   

and you greet them as if you

saw them every day of your life.



   

                   

That way, you manage to make

each and every person feel important.



   

                   

Fortune magazine.



   

                   

To be honest, I'm not surprised

you don't remember me.



   

                   

Give me a minute.



   

                   

I started at Hadley

a few months before you left.



   

                   

One day I was walking down the hallway.

You were walking the other way.



   

                   

The man I was with pointed you out

and said, "That's the guy to watch."



   

                   

We met in the cafeteria

a few days later.



   

                   

I introduced myself.



   

                   

We talked for a while, actually.



   

                   

I wanted to see

what the hotshot was like.



   

                   

That was a stressful

period in my life.



   

                   

You can't blame me

for not remembering.



   

                   

You were very gracious.

Don't worry.



   

                   

You bought me a cup of coffee,

and we talked.



   

                   

I think actually we saw eye-to-eye

on quite a few things.



   

                   

I think you might've enjoyed talking

with someone of like mind for once.



   

                   

And you kept up with me?

In the papers?



   

                   

Like the man said,

I watched you.



   

                   

Like the man said.

And that's it?



   

                   

- That's why it's me?

- Let's go, Wayne.



   

                   

I worked hard my whole life.

Everything I've got I've earned.



   

                   

Nobody handed it to me.

I don't deserve this.



   

                   

What--



   

                   

You all right?



   

                   

I think that was my wife.



   

                   

I have something for that.



   

                   

Here.



   

                   

I-- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to hurt you.



   

                   

So, what's the plan

when you're done here?



   

                   

I'm going away.



   

                   

- Some place hot?

- That's right.



   

                   

I'm taking my wife

away from here.



   

                   

Get back to

the way you were?



   

                   

- That's right.

- I see.



   

                   

So, she'll go with you?



   

                   

Of course she will.



   

                   

Give up everything for you?



   

                   

Leave her father behind

and the kids?



   

                   

They'll be all right.



   

                   

She'll miss them.



   

                   

You can't go back, Arnold.



   

                   

My wife doesn't look at me

the way she did    years ago.



   

                   

Nothing you can do about that.



   

                   

Is there, um,

any news about Wayne?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

You know, the F.B.I. came

to, um-- to speak to me.



   

                   

- I don't know how anyone could be so cruel.

- When did you see him last?



   

                   

It was a while ago.



   

                   

I didn't-- I didn't know

he'd started seeing you again.



   

                   

I'm sorry.



   

                   

What was it like

when he was here?



   

                   

I want to know.



   

                   

Did he bring you things?

Were you in bed?



   

                   

Sometimes he'd--

he'd bring me things.



   

                   

- What things?

- He brought me that book.



   

                   

He hates New York.



   

                   

Oh. I've never been.



   

                   

You know,

when I left the company...



   

                   

he helped me

with this place.



   

                   

And then he just started

coming around now and then...



   

                   

you know,

to see how I was.



   

                   

We were here

for each other.



   

                   

I think I'd prefer if you'd

been fucking in hotels.



   

                   

You know, Eileen...



   

                   

I don't know what I would've

done without him.



   

                   

He's a great man.



   

                   

- I went to see her.

- I know.



   

                   

You know, I never talked to him about it.

I never asked him why.



   

                   

I just told him to get rid of her,

and we got on with our life.



   

                   

I-- I didn't

want to know.



   

                   

I love him,

and she admires him.



   

                   

They may allow your husband

to watch the news.



   

                   

Fuck.



   

                   

What are you doing?



   

                   

I'm tired, Arnold.



   

                   

There's a stream up ahead.



   

                   

You can soak your feet

in the water. It'll feel good.



   

                   

How long you been married?



   

                   

Twenty-four years.



   

                   

She stood by you?



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

You're a lucky man.



   

                   

Would you

do something for me?



   

                   

Would you mail

a letter for me, to my wife?



   

                   

You could mail it

when you go home.



   

                   

I might not get along too well

with the guys at the cabin...



   

                   

and I'd like

to tell her something.



   

                   

You can do that for me.



   

                   

Oh, shit.

Would you--



   

                   

Please, could you

cut me free?



   

                   

You can read what I write.



   

                   

I won't say anything about you

or where we are.



   

                   

Be careful

where you mail it...



   

                   

so they can't trace

the postmark.



   

                   

After we were married

andshe was pregnant with Tim...



   

                   

she sometimes had this feeling

when I would walk out of a room...



   

                   

Like maybe

I wasn't coming back.



   

                   

I traveled a lot

with the businesses then and--



   

                   

I think she got over it.

I don't--



   

                   

I don't think

she suffered much.



   

                   

When I asked her to marry me...



   

                   

I wasn't completely sure.



   

                   

I had my doubts.



   

                   

But I--



   

                   

I couldn't imagine

my life without her.



   

                   

That's never changed.



   

                   

I think that's the same...



   

                   

as being sure.



   

                   

You think?



   

                   

I don't know.



   

                   

I think it is.



   

                   

We can go now.



   

                   

We have a demand.



   

                   

Do you recognize these?



   

                   

The demand comes to

approximately $   million.



   

                   

They've requested that you,

Eileen, deliver the ransom.



   

                   

It's  .  in diamonds,

two carat, round D-flawless.



   

                   

They're the most common stones

in the market, easy for them to move.



   

                   

And half a million in cash,

nonsequential $    bills.



   

                   

Why do they want

my mother to go?



   

                   

We can't send an agent in her place.

They know what she looks like.



   

                   

They've requested that we put

the ransom in Wayne's sports bag.



   

                   

The lining's too thin for us to put

in a tracking device of any range.



   

                   

I have to advise you

not to pay the ransom...



   

                   

without confirmation that

your husband is all right.



   

                   

Eileen, they've given us three days

to get the stones together.



   

                   

Tell them you need more time. Tell them

you need proof that your husband is alive.



   

                   

Do you know

how you do something...



   

                   

completely beyond the realm

of your normal behavior?



   

                   

How?



   

                   

You imagine it,

every piece ofit...



   

                   

until it feels real,

like something you do all the time.



   

                   

I wasn't nervous this morning.

It was like driving to work.



   

                   

The sky, the weather--

I knew what it was gonna be...



   

                   

even before

I opened my eyes.



   

                   

They offered me money, real money.

And all I have to do is bring you to them.



   

                   

Tell me, Wayne...



   

                   

if you were in my shoes,

wouldn't you do it?



   

                   

No, I wouldn't.



   

                   

You have any idea what it's like

to see your wife go to work every day...



   

                   

instead of float in her pool?



   

                   

- No, I don't.

- Well, it stinks, Wayne.



   

                   

It stinks seeing

your life fall apart.



   

                   

Everything you planned for,

everything you counted on...



   

                   

to see it happen in front of you

and not be able to do anything about it...



   

                   

as if you'd become invisible.



   

                   

You don't know what

I'm talking about, do you?



   

                   

Do you?



   

                   

My mother was sick

when I was growin' up.



   

                   

Father worked in a mill

just like everybody else.



   

                   

He should have done something else

with his life...



   

                   

but he... accepted

his place in the world.



   

                   

People would come around

and try to get him to settle their arguments.



   

                   

Whatever the argument...



   

                   

he was above it.



   

                   

- He knew everything.

- It's a nice story, Wayne.



   

                   

Hey, goddamn it, listen to me!

I listened to you.



   

                   

When he got sick...



   

                   

they'd come around the house,

stand by the bed...



   

                   

and try to brighten

his mood.



   

                   

And after he died...



   

                   

they raised a glass to him,

came by the house, see if they could help.



   

                   

And even though

he was dead...



   

                   

it was like he...

hung around.



   

                   

Now, all of a sudden,

he really was dead.



   

                   

He might not have lived for anybody,

except my sick mother and me.



   

                   

Just the two of us.



   

                   

But we missed him.



   

                   

Really missed him.



   

                   

I don't know that

I've even got that.



   

                   

So all you have to do

is just take me to them.



   

                   

Do you think they're gonna let me go

once they know I've seen your face?



   

                   

And what do you think they're gonna

do about you? They're gonna let you go?



   

                   

- It'll be all right, Wayne.

- No, it won't.



   

                   

No, it won't.



   

                   

You don't understand, Wayne.



   

                   

I understand.



   

                   

Look at you.

You don't even have any shoes on.



   

                   

I understand there's

plenty of people like you.



   

                   

You think this is for your wife?

You think if you steal my money...



   

                   

go away to a beach someplace,

your life won't be such a goddamn waste.



   

                   

This is for you, Arnold.

And this is what you amount to.



   

                   

Because the truth is

you can't make it yourself.



   

                   

And to think that my family is gonna suffer

because of you. You're a piece of shit!



   

                   

You're a miserable

piece of shit.



   

                   

- You have no right to speak to me like that.

- Shut up.



   

                   

Just take me towhoever

it is you work for.



   

                   

I'm done with you.



   

                   

"This is your final chance.

Thursday,  :   p.m.



   

                   

"The exact location will appear

in a personal ad on the day of the drop.



   

                   

Do not involve the F.B.I."



   

                   

What is it?



   

                   

It's blood.



   

                   

Let's get this to the lab

for analysis.



   

                   

Can you grab

some evidence bags?



   

                   

According to the lab report,

the white blood cells in Wayne's blood...



   

                   

have begun to expand

to an unsafe size.



   

                   

What does that mean?



   

                   

It's not a conclusive indication

that Wayne is alive.



   

                   

Does that mean he's dead?



   

                   

Wait.



   

                   

I can't let you go, Wayne.



   

                   

Mrs. Hayes?



   

                   

Phone call for you.



   

                   

Hello?



   

                   

Hello? Mrs. Hayes here.



   

                   

What are you doing?



   

                   

- What do you mean?

- You were told no F.B.I.



   

                   

No. No, I told them

to stay away.



   

                   

You think I'm an idiot?



   

                   

No. Why?



   

                   

They're all over

the hotel.



   

                   

No, but-- N-N-No!

I told them to stay away.



   

                   

There's a subway station across the street.

Exit through the side.



   

                   

I'll call you on a pay phone.



   

                   

She just hung up.

Hold on.



   

                   

She's on the move.



   

                   

I don't see her.



   

                   

Yes?



   

                   

She made phone contact.



   

                   

Did the F.B.I. ask you to carry anything?



   

                   

- My phone.

- Get rid of it.



   

                   

She dumped

the phone, west entrance of the station.



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

Stop here, please.



   

                   

- There's a deer crossing sign.

- The sign?



   

                   

- Do you see it?

- Yes.



   

                   

Now, there's

a viaduct up ahead.



   

                   

Stop the car between the lights.

You drop the bag here.



   

                   

Turn off the engine.



   

                   

Turn on the interior lights.



   

                   

I wanna hear his voice.

Do you hear me?



   

                   

- Eileen.

- Oh! Wayne?



   

                   

Eileen.



   

                   

Tell them you need proof

that your husband is alive.



   

                   

- Eileen.

- I wanna hear his voice.



   

                   

- Do you hear me?

- Eileen.



   

                   

This is Wayne.

Eileen, I'm fine.



   

                   

Oh--



   

                   

Wayne?



   

                   

Hello?



   

                   

Wayne?



   

                   

Wayne?



   

                   

No!



   

                   

Wait!



   

                   

No!



   

                   

No--



   

                   

Fuller.



   

                   

Same series number?



   

                   

Same place?



   

                   

Like blueberry, coffee.



   

                   

And look at this--

even red wine.



   

                   

- Arnold?

- Yes?



   

                   

Don't forget the trash.



   

                   

Yeah, this is Larry Schmidt

over at Foodland.



   

                   

I think I got another one

of those $    bills. Right.



   

                   

Charlie, Baker, one...



   

                   

one, four, zero, one...



   

                   

two, one, seven, Charlie.



   

                   

Here we go.



   

                   

That'll do you.



   

                   

- $  .  's your change.

- Thank you.



   

                   

- Thank you for shopping at Foodland.

- Thank you.



   

                   

It's Fuller.



   

                   

Did you want us

to catch you, Arnold?



   

                   

You passed several

consecutive $    bills...



   

                   

in the same store

over a two-week period.



   

                   

A store that sees maybe,

uh, a handful in a month?



   

                   

I don't think

you're stupid, Arnold.



   

                   

Mywife won't understand.



   

                   

She's not so unhappy.



   

                   

Why did you wait all day?



   

                   

I imagined it that way...



   

                   

in the dark.



   

                   

Arnold?



   

                   

You know...



   

                   

there is no cabin.



   

                   

Arnold.



   

                   

I said...



   

                   

there is no cabin.



   

                   

Arnold.



   

                   

I couldn't have done it

in the light.



   

                   

How did you pass the time?



   

                   

- We talked.

- About what?



   

                   

About our families, our wives.



   

                   

Regular stuff.



   

                   

And then as soon

as it was dark--



   

                   

"I feel about you now

the way I did when Jill was born.



   

                   

"If you love me...



   

                   

I have everything I need. "



   

                   

Do you love me?



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

Then I have

everything I need.









 
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