The Pretender s03e07 Episode Script
Homefront
[Clacking.]
[Beeping.]
[Young Jarod.]
Hi, Mom.
Hi, Dad.
I'm so happy to see you again.
Hello, Mother, Father.
It's very good to see you again.
Sydney, I can't decide what to say.
- And this tie isn't working.
- Jarod just try and relax.
Just please tell me what to say.
Trust your feelings and you'll be fine.
[Beeping.]
[Mr.
Lyle.]
So how much did the little thief get? Sixty million, give or take.
Considering what was sitting in the account Jarod could have hit us worse.
You know, murder happens extortion is sometimes necessary but theft- simply taking for the taking- has always escaped me as an admirable criminal pursuit.
Little bitter about your car being stolen? Ten miles on the odometer.
Three hours filling out police reports five pages of insurance company fine print- I know it's a little late to stop the happy fellows at the chop shop this time but I saw this and I immediately thought of you.
Consider it a little preventative medicine.
Actually, with the $2,000 alarm system that the dealer all but threw in I still hope to get my car back in one piece.
[Jarod.]
Now there's a good target.
Once you try one of these puppies you'll never go back.
It takes a lot of jack to supply the kind of order I'm talking about.
Who's funding you? Some people I used to work for.
I'm talking about 60 SAMs.
If they can afford 'em, I can find 'em.
You get 'em to my place in Venezuela, we're in business.
There's no business like the arms business.
[Man Narrating.]
There are Pretenders among us.
[Jarod.]
I was taken from my family.
Thirty-six hours and he's already demonstrating more talent than any of our others.
How many people died because of what I thought up? Since I broke out, I've spent every moment searching for my past.
[Miss Parker.]
He's a Pretender- A genius who can become anyone that he wants to be.
- The Centre wants him alive.
- Preferably.
[Miss Parker.]
He defends the weak and abused.
Life's a gift.
- You a doctor? - I am today.
Sixty million dollars- What are you up to, Jarod? Mmm.
Actually, it's 58,990,620.
It's not every day we get ripped off to the exact penny.
Once again, Officer, it's a black license plate, LYLE-1.
Well, it didn't just vanish.
Found it.
Thank you.
Mm.
Have a nice day.
Jarod.
How goes the hunt, Broots? Well, Jarod's routed the money through a maze of phony cover accounts- nearly 100 of them so far- but I'm still tracking it.
Look, I hate to bring the room down, but we've been here before.
It'll take us three weeks to run Jarod's little maze and by then he'll be long gone.
Not this time.
Right, Broots? I created a new computer tracing program- type of digital encryption.
I marked the Centre's funds electronically- like a bank marks cash- and this program lets me follow the money wherever it goes.
[Chuckles.]
I, uh- I call it "The Hound.
" Too bad it doesn't work for cars though.
Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo! Come on.
You're making me feel like McGwire.
[Grunts.]
Whoo! Three-bagger.
Come on.
Put some heat on that ball.
[Groans.]
I'm sorry, Mr.
Blake.
It slipped.
Your turn.
- [Man Groans.]
- [Bat Clatters.]
[Man #2.]
You all right? I guess that one got away from you.
Landed right where I threw it.
Hmm.
Just stack 'em four high.
The missiles.
All 60 of them.
- I'll have my man cut you a check.
- Check? What are you talking about? That wasn't part of the deal.
I guess you should have covered that before you brought your weapons here.
You know something, Mr.
Blake? In their current state they couldn't take out a Tonka truck.
The guidance systems are dead and I've got the only brain that can program them.
I guess you should have covered that before I brought them here.
Cash- wired to my account.
Half now, half when they can fly.
Ryan, I'm in a meeting here.
- I'm sorry, sir.
- Ryan was just playing, Daddy.
Tuck in that shirt.
Oh.
Yes, sir.
- Emma.
- Come on, kids.
Your dad's working.
Let's get ready for lunch.
Your children are very well behaved.
How long is it gonna take to program my missiles? I'll need to be here for two weeks.
- You got 72 hours.
- We're talking about 60 missiles here.
It would take an entire team of specialists to program those missiles in 72 hours.
- I'll give you Logan and Dobbs.
- I don't think you understand- No, I understand perfectly.
You got 72 hours.
You stay in the guest house.
I want you here until those missiles are programmed.
Seventy-two hours then.
Guidance telemetry needs to be downloaded into each missile- one at a time.
Which means we will be working shifts around the clock if we're going to meet the deadline.
[Man.]
Considering Mr.
Blake already has buyers lined up there's not much choice, is there? I'm going to get some air.
Get started, Mr.
Dobbs.
[Man On Radio.]
Inter-perimeter clear.
[Clink.]
You know, if you center the tail- like this- it flies a lot further.
Thanks.
Who are you? I'm working for your dad.
[Girl.]
Do you know if"angel"is G-E-L or G-A-L? - G-E-L.
- Thanks.
- Jarod.
- I'm Rebecca.
- Hi, Rebecca.
- Thanks, Jarod.
What are you writing? A letter to my mom.
I write lots of them.
- Your mom's not here? - No.
She's right here, see? - She's very pretty.
- Don't tell my dad about the picture.
- I'm not supposed to have it.
- I promise.
Our mom's in heaven.
She's an angel.
Thank you for your patience.
It's really been a madhouse here today.
- [Child.]
Mommy, Mommy! - It's okay.
Oh! I am so sorry.
I swear, that's the fifth glass I've dumped today.
Spilling a glass of water isn't the end of the world.
Losing your children is.
What do you know about my kids? I know that you lost them and you won't be alive until you get them back.
Wendy, my name is Jarod.
I heard about you and your story.
I know you don't have much reason to trust people right now but I would like to help you get your children back.
Why would you help me? Let's just say I know the feeling.
It's been three years since- I don't even know where they are.
Not long after the court granted me custody my ex-husband stole Ryan and Rebecca.
I have spent every last penny, every waking moment, searching and I'm still without them.
They could be anywhere in the world by now.
Leave that to me.
Desmond is a monster.
When the judge granted me full custody Desmond was furious.
I saw hatred in his eyes like I have never seen.
You're talking about going after his number one possession.
And that is exactly how he sees our children, as a possession.
- He sounds like a real family man.
- He wasn't always like that.
Now he would kill to keep me away from our children.
Wendy.
Let me help you.
Who are you? I'm someone who believes that children shouldn't be stolen from a mother who loves them.
[Rebecca.]
We miss our mom.
She died three years ago in a car crash.
Jarod, there's been an accident.
The plane your parents were on- it crashed.
There were no survivors.
[Emma.]
Ryan, Rebecca, in the house.
Come on, in the house.
I don't know what your business with Mr.
Blake is but from now on, you stay away from those kids.
Those children are lucky to have someone like you watching out for them.
- [Whirring, Beeping.]
- [Keys Clacking.]
[Dobbs.]
See you in 60.
[Woman Speaking Spanish On P.
A.
.]
[Jarod.]
Wendy.
Oh, Jarod.
I got here as quickly as I could.
Just, uh-Just tell me that my children are okay.
- They're fine.
- [Sighs.]
Thank goodness.
When I got your messages saying to come as soon as possible I didn't know what to think.
I didn't expect to hear from you for at least a week.
I had to push the timetable up.
Desmond has only given me 72 hours.
- Is that enough time? - [Sighs.]
It'll have to be.
Just tell me that you are sure that Ryan and Rebecca are okay.
See for yourself.
I took this yesterday.
- I never thought I'd see 'em again.
- You will.
- They ride horses.
- [Jarod.]
Lessons every day at 5.
00.
Unfortunately, Desmond is always with them- - along with his armed guard.
- Well, how are we gonna save 'em? This is a layout of your ex-husband's compound.
Ryan and Rebecca's rooms are in the main house.
I'm working on circumventing the security cameras and the alarm system so that I have free access inside the house.
Once I've accomplished that then we'll make our move.
You'll be waiting in a car outside of this gate.
When? Before my cover with Desmond is blown.
- Soon.
Very soon.
- [Sighs.]
Oh, I hope we're doing the right thing.
It's just, uh hard for me to even imagine being with them again.
Trust your feelings.
You'll do just fine.
[Sighs.]
There's something you have to know.
Desmond told your children that you died in a car crash.
I just- I don't know if I'm gonna make it through this.
Wendy, you can't fall apart on me now.
It may be a shock for them at first but your children need you.
They need a mother.
Trust me.
- I have to get back to the compound.
- Oh.
Jarod- Oh, just thank you.
- [Chuckles.]
- Thank you.
You can thank me when you're back with your children.
The Hound did it.
Gee, Broots, come on in.
It found the money thatJarod stole.
He routed it through 506 bogus accounts and it ended up here.
"Raul Zenega- real estate developer - Mexico City.
" - That may be what it says but Mr.
Zenega's an arms dealer.
And you know this because? Let's just say he and I have a history together- back when I was still building my résumé.
What would Jarod be doing with 60 million dollars' worth of weapons? Sounds like a question for your pal Zenega.
So what happened to your pitcher? Disabled list.
You wanted to see me? About a month ago, someone tried to blow up my car.
Luckily I wasn't in it but lately I've been a little mistrustful of strangers.
I went by your room last night.
You weren't in it.
- I didn't realize I had a curfew.
- My house, my rules.
I went for a walk.
And I'm supposed to believe that? Look, Mr.
Desmond, I'm not here to blow up your car.
I'm here to program your missiles, get my money and get the hell out of here.
- [Fence Rattles.]
- [Mutters Angrily.]
[Dobbs.]
Twenty-three down.
Great.
Thirty-seven more to go.
[Beeping.]
- [Jarod.]
Damn it.
- What was that? - Must have blown a circuit.
- I'll go reset it.
No, I'll go.
Get that casing fitted.
[Man Over Radio.]
Rear gate secure.
[Radio Chatter, Indistinct.]
What do you think you're doing? I was hungry, so I thought I would grab a sandwich.
Well, I'm afraid that this area is off-limits.
Well, the old stomach was growling.
What can you do? That's a very pretty medallion you're wearing.
- What saint is it? - I don't know.
It was a gift.
And now I have to insist that you leave.
I don't allow Mr.
Blake's associates in this part of the house.
Tell me something, Emma.
If you have such a problem with Mr.
Blake's associates why do you work for him? It's really none of your concern.
It must be very difficult to fill her shoes.
One doesn't replace a mother.
I'm sure wherever she is she's very grateful to you.
[Panting.]
[Miss Parker.]
Mmm.
Work those quads.
You must be Raul Zenega.
Ay.
A beautiful young lady has caught me at a disadvantage.
- Please don't get up.
- [Laughs.]
[Mr.
Lyle.]
Hola, Raul.
- [Groans.]
- Little out of shape, are we? Please.
Whatever you want, I'll give it to you.
Anything.
- [Groans.]
- You obviously made quite an impression last time you met.
But to my credit very little scarring.
My legs, my legs.
I can't hold it.
[Groans.]
Psst.
This man gave you sixty million dollars of our money.
I'd like to know what he got in return.
Missile launchers- laser-guided SAMs.
Sixty of them.
- [Squealing.]
- [Groans.]
Twenty-second time-out, Raul.
Where'd he take them? All I know is the name ofhis buyer.
It's Desmond Blake.
Tell us where to find Blake and you keep your knees.
I would never lie to you.
I swear.
Not after last time.
[Groaning.]
- [Groaning.]
- Gravity's a bitch.
- [Knocking.]
- Wendy? Wendy? Wendy! Wendy.
Oh, no.
The riding school.
Good form, Ryan.
Keep working on it.
[Chattering, Indistinct.]
That's not bad, Son.
You're getting better.
You're getting better.
- [Ryan.]
Where's my plane? - I think it's over there.
Hi, Daddy.
How am I doing? Pull your horse in a bit.
Straighten your back, hands higher.
That's it.
Come on.
Come on.
Don't give me that look.
The only reason I tell you what you're doing wrong is so you can do it better next time.
- [Radio Playing.]
- [Woman Speaking Spanish.]
Ryan! Ryan! Ryan! - Bring it! - I think I saw a lady.
I think it was Mom.
Let's go.
Let's go.
In the car.
In the car.
Everyone.
Everybody, get in the car.
Son, get in the car! Let's go.
Let's go.
Beat it.
Go! - [Horn Honking.]
- [Blake.]
Emma! Emma! But it was Mom.
I saw her.
Ryan, you did not see your mother.
It's impossible.
- Inside, both of you! - But what if he's right? Maybe it was all a mistake.
Maybe she wasn't even in the car that crashed.
She could still be alive.
- What if my parents weren't even on that plane? - Jarod denial is a very human response to a devastating loss but this is a reality that must be faced no matter how painful that may be.
[Blake.]
Did I tell you? I said inside the house, both of you, now.
But, Dad, if Mom's still alive, she's gotta be looking for us.
It was her.
She looks just like she did in Rebecca's picture.
What picture? Give me that picture, young lady.
I said give me that book.
Why? Why do you kids do this to me? Do you know how difficult it was losing your mother? How it tears me up inside to see her face? - But, Dad, if it was Mom- - Your mother is dead! This does nothing but cause me pain.
Ryan, maybe the reason that you saw your mom is because you miss her so much.
Your heart wants to see her so badly that your eyes went along with it.
Emma, get these two packed.
We're leaving first thing in the morning.
- Leaving for how long? - I said get them packed! Come on.
- Come on.
- The morning? Are you crazy? There's no way I can have the missiles done by the morning.
And I want to know what you were doing out by the stables.
I was trying to tell you that we're running behind.
Dobbs and Logan aren't cutting it.
No, they're cutting it.
It's you who I'm concerned about.
I'm thinking it may be time to just blow your brains out.
I'm the only one that knows where the memory chips are.
You need me.
Unless, of course, you don't want your missiles.
Jarod, I've got a brain too and it's telling me not to trust you.
- [Jarod.]
What were you thinking? - I wanted to see them.
- [Jarod.]
What were you thinking? - I wanted to see them.
I was just losing my mind knowing that they were just a few blocks away.
Well, now Desmond is spooked.
He's taking the kids and flying out first thing in the morning.
- What? Where are they going? - He wouldn't tell me.
I have to get them out tonight.
You park the car by the gate at 11:00 p.
m.
, like we had planned and you sit there with the lights off and you wait.
- Can we trust Emma? - Absolutely.
All right.
I will create some kind of diversion.
Then I will get the children out.
In the meantime, don't go out that door and don't so much as peek out those windows.
Desmond's men will be looking for you.
Ryan didn't even recognize me.
[Sighs.]
Of course he did.
It's all he could think about.
Rebecca too.
She carried this with her all along.
Wendy, I'll get them out.
I promise.
[Broots.]
The name Raul Zenega gave you? Desmond Blake? - I think I found him.
- You think.
Remember the Centre account thatJarod stole the 60 million from? It just received a very serious deposit- - a wire for 40 million bucks.
- Where did it come from? Jarod's buyer- Desmond Blake- from a small town in Venezuela.
I hope you brought your sunscreen.
[Men Chattering.]
Emma.
I need to speak to you.
- There's not much time.
- Time for what? Time to get Rebecca and Ryan out of here and into their mother's arms.
What are you talking about? Do I have to remind you that Wendy Dawson died three years ago? That is what Desmond always wanted you to believe but I am telling you, she's very much alive and in a hotel not ten minutes from here.
You know what? I don't believe you.
[Sighs.]
That medallion around your neck- It's a St.
Anne's medal.
Wendy gave it to you the day her son was born to thank you for being like a sister to her.
[Scoffs.]
Desmond could have told you that one.
When you put it around your neck, she made you promise that if anything ever happened to her children you would devote your life to raising them.
Desmond couldn't have told me that.
He wasn't even there that day his son was born.
Oh, my God, Wendy.
But I saw the casket go into the grave.
You never saw inside the casket, did you? I was- I was in New York when Desmond called me about the news that Wendy had died.
And I'd been divorced for a couple of months and he said that the kids needed me desperately, so I flew here straightaway.
She was buried the next day.
Wendy had no other family, so- [Laughs.]
Desmond said that he wanted to bury her here so that the kids could be close to her.
What lie have I been part of? Be a part of the truth.
Help me.
Help those children.
Come on.
[Beeping.]
Call the general now- and get someone to put this out.
[Clamoring.]
- [Beeping.]
- [Whirring.]
Ryan.
- [Beeping.]
- [Whirring.]
Rebecca.
Rebecca! - Where are they? Where are the children? - I don't know.
[Phone Ringing.]
- Jarod? - The plan has changed, Wendy.
Get out of there.
Go.
- Wh-Where are the children? - They're gone.
Desmond took your children to another part of the compound but they're okay.
Because he saw me at the riding stables.
[Groans.]
- I can't risk anything happening to the children.
- Nothing will, I promise you.
You don't know Desmond.
He'll do anything to keep them away from me.
- I mean, anything.
- Wendy, calm down.
Now listen to me.
Go to the airport and park at the south end of the hangar and wait.
- This is a mistake.
- I was stolen from my mother when I was a child.
I never wanted her to stop looking for me even if it put me in danger.
Wendy, never give up.
The children need you.
[Sighs.]
I'll get them out.
[Electronic Whine.]
[Beeping.]
Here you go, Dawkins.
- The SAMs are loaded and ready to go.
- That's great.
It's been a rough couple of days.
Keeping a family together can be very difficult.
- Mr.
Blake? - Hmm? There's been a problem.
Dawkins is feeling really ill.
- Who's Dawkins? - He's my driver.
I could drive you.
Hey, it's the least I can do for a paying customer.
What the hell.
An iron gate's not gonna save you this time, Jarod.
[Blake.]
What's the problem? Let's go.
Emma, aren't those two parked over there the ones that were questioning you about the children when you were in town? - Uh, yeah, yeah.
That's them.
- What questions? I should have mentioned it to you earlier but I, uh- I didn't want to bother you.
They just seemed really interested in Ryan and Rebecca, that's all.
I told them nothing, of course.
We've got a couple of trespassers at the gate.
Make sure they don't give us any trouble or follow us.
Then you can let them go.
- He's gotta come out sometime.
- I got a bad feeling.
Move it! Go! Go! [Blake.]
Okay, kids, let's go.
Come on, let's shake.
[Beeps.]
Unlock the door.
Hey.
What the hell are you doing? Just making sure I have a captive audience.
Oh, Desmond, I hope you don't mind but I sent one of those ahead.
- I thought I would do a little target practice.
- [Electronic Whine.]
Wait till Logan and Dobbs get here.
You're a dead man.
The key word being "when.
" [Chuckles.]
[Groans.]
Oh, man.
You have wonderful taste in weapons, Desmond.
Who the hell are you? Why are you doing this, Jarod? So you would know what it feels like to have everything that you care about in the world ripped away from you- Like you did to your ex-wife.
Like you did to Ryan and Rebecca.
My kids? What do my kids have to do with this? Oh, they have everything to do with this.
- I know what's best for them.
- Oh, really? Like telling them that the one person that they love in the world is dead? That woman doesn't deserve them.
They're mine! You make it sound like having children is like owning- well, a missile.
- [Panting.]
- [Whirring.]
No! No! No! No! No! You know, on second thought blowing you up is too easy.
I've got something that will get you where you live.
Emma, bring the children.
[Blake.]
What the hell's going on, Jarod? What are you doing? - Ryan.
Rebecca.
- I have someone here who has missed you very much- who loves you more than everything in the whole world.
Don't be afraid.
Just trust your heart.
Oh, Wendy.
No! No! No! No, don't listen! No! - Come on! - [Ryan.]
Mommy! - I can't believe it.
- [Rebecca.]
We missed you.
- You're actually here.
- [Blake.]
Wendy! Wendy, don't! Mom, oh! Oh, my God.
[Wendy.]
Oh, look at you.
Emma! Thank you so much.
Get on the plane.
[Blake.]
Rebecca! Ryan! [Jarod.]
Oh, Desmond.
You know the Venezuelan authorities were very interested when I told them that arms dealing was going on right under their very noses.
- You son of a bitch.
- They'll be here within the hour.
F.
Y.
I.
- All this time I haven't been arming your missiles.
I've been disarming them.
Now they couldn't take out a Tonka truck.
Rebecca! Ryan! Rebecca! You're my kids! Come on.
Let's go.
Jarod! You- [Laughing.]
You've given me my life back.
Take good care of them.
- Let them take care of you.
- I will.
Oh.
Here's a little something to get your new life started- from Desmond.
From Desmond? Well, I helped out a little bit.
Oh! Oh, my gosh.
- Good luck.
- Jarod.
I hope your parents find you one day so that you can feel what I'm feeling right now.
Thanks.
Thank you.
- [Whispering.]
Bye.
- Bye.
[Young Jarod.]
Dear Mom.
I miss you more than ever.
[Thinking.]
Every day I think of you.
I make myself remember your face and Dad's face.
I remember everything I can so I'll know you when we see each other again.
[Beeping.]
[Young Jarod.]
Hi, Mom.
Hi, Dad.
I'm so happy to see you again.
Hello, Mother, Father.
It's very good to see you again.
Sydney, I can't decide what to say.
- And this tie isn't working.
- Jarod just try and relax.
Just please tell me what to say.
Trust your feelings and you'll be fine.
[Beeping.]
[Mr.
Lyle.]
So how much did the little thief get? Sixty million, give or take.
Considering what was sitting in the account Jarod could have hit us worse.
You know, murder happens extortion is sometimes necessary but theft- simply taking for the taking- has always escaped me as an admirable criminal pursuit.
Little bitter about your car being stolen? Ten miles on the odometer.
Three hours filling out police reports five pages of insurance company fine print- I know it's a little late to stop the happy fellows at the chop shop this time but I saw this and I immediately thought of you.
Consider it a little preventative medicine.
Actually, with the $2,000 alarm system that the dealer all but threw in I still hope to get my car back in one piece.
[Jarod.]
Now there's a good target.
Once you try one of these puppies you'll never go back.
It takes a lot of jack to supply the kind of order I'm talking about.
Who's funding you? Some people I used to work for.
I'm talking about 60 SAMs.
If they can afford 'em, I can find 'em.
You get 'em to my place in Venezuela, we're in business.
There's no business like the arms business.
[Man Narrating.]
There are Pretenders among us.
[Jarod.]
I was taken from my family.
Thirty-six hours and he's already demonstrating more talent than any of our others.
How many people died because of what I thought up? Since I broke out, I've spent every moment searching for my past.
[Miss Parker.]
He's a Pretender- A genius who can become anyone that he wants to be.
- The Centre wants him alive.
- Preferably.
[Miss Parker.]
He defends the weak and abused.
Life's a gift.
- You a doctor? - I am today.
Sixty million dollars- What are you up to, Jarod? Mmm.
Actually, it's 58,990,620.
It's not every day we get ripped off to the exact penny.
Once again, Officer, it's a black license plate, LYLE-1.
Well, it didn't just vanish.
Found it.
Thank you.
Mm.
Have a nice day.
Jarod.
How goes the hunt, Broots? Well, Jarod's routed the money through a maze of phony cover accounts- nearly 100 of them so far- but I'm still tracking it.
Look, I hate to bring the room down, but we've been here before.
It'll take us three weeks to run Jarod's little maze and by then he'll be long gone.
Not this time.
Right, Broots? I created a new computer tracing program- type of digital encryption.
I marked the Centre's funds electronically- like a bank marks cash- and this program lets me follow the money wherever it goes.
[Chuckles.]
I, uh- I call it "The Hound.
" Too bad it doesn't work for cars though.
Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo! Come on.
You're making me feel like McGwire.
[Grunts.]
Whoo! Three-bagger.
Come on.
Put some heat on that ball.
[Groans.]
I'm sorry, Mr.
Blake.
It slipped.
Your turn.
- [Man Groans.]
- [Bat Clatters.]
[Man #2.]
You all right? I guess that one got away from you.
Landed right where I threw it.
Hmm.
Just stack 'em four high.
The missiles.
All 60 of them.
- I'll have my man cut you a check.
- Check? What are you talking about? That wasn't part of the deal.
I guess you should have covered that before you brought your weapons here.
You know something, Mr.
Blake? In their current state they couldn't take out a Tonka truck.
The guidance systems are dead and I've got the only brain that can program them.
I guess you should have covered that before I brought them here.
Cash- wired to my account.
Half now, half when they can fly.
Ryan, I'm in a meeting here.
- I'm sorry, sir.
- Ryan was just playing, Daddy.
Tuck in that shirt.
Oh.
Yes, sir.
- Emma.
- Come on, kids.
Your dad's working.
Let's get ready for lunch.
Your children are very well behaved.
How long is it gonna take to program my missiles? I'll need to be here for two weeks.
- You got 72 hours.
- We're talking about 60 missiles here.
It would take an entire team of specialists to program those missiles in 72 hours.
- I'll give you Logan and Dobbs.
- I don't think you understand- No, I understand perfectly.
You got 72 hours.
You stay in the guest house.
I want you here until those missiles are programmed.
Seventy-two hours then.
Guidance telemetry needs to be downloaded into each missile- one at a time.
Which means we will be working shifts around the clock if we're going to meet the deadline.
[Man.]
Considering Mr.
Blake already has buyers lined up there's not much choice, is there? I'm going to get some air.
Get started, Mr.
Dobbs.
[Man On Radio.]
Inter-perimeter clear.
[Clink.]
You know, if you center the tail- like this- it flies a lot further.
Thanks.
Who are you? I'm working for your dad.
[Girl.]
Do you know if"angel"is G-E-L or G-A-L? - G-E-L.
- Thanks.
- Jarod.
- I'm Rebecca.
- Hi, Rebecca.
- Thanks, Jarod.
What are you writing? A letter to my mom.
I write lots of them.
- Your mom's not here? - No.
She's right here, see? - She's very pretty.
- Don't tell my dad about the picture.
- I'm not supposed to have it.
- I promise.
Our mom's in heaven.
She's an angel.
Thank you for your patience.
It's really been a madhouse here today.
- [Child.]
Mommy, Mommy! - It's okay.
Oh! I am so sorry.
I swear, that's the fifth glass I've dumped today.
Spilling a glass of water isn't the end of the world.
Losing your children is.
What do you know about my kids? I know that you lost them and you won't be alive until you get them back.
Wendy, my name is Jarod.
I heard about you and your story.
I know you don't have much reason to trust people right now but I would like to help you get your children back.
Why would you help me? Let's just say I know the feeling.
It's been three years since- I don't even know where they are.
Not long after the court granted me custody my ex-husband stole Ryan and Rebecca.
I have spent every last penny, every waking moment, searching and I'm still without them.
They could be anywhere in the world by now.
Leave that to me.
Desmond is a monster.
When the judge granted me full custody Desmond was furious.
I saw hatred in his eyes like I have never seen.
You're talking about going after his number one possession.
And that is exactly how he sees our children, as a possession.
- He sounds like a real family man.
- He wasn't always like that.
Now he would kill to keep me away from our children.
Wendy.
Let me help you.
Who are you? I'm someone who believes that children shouldn't be stolen from a mother who loves them.
[Rebecca.]
We miss our mom.
She died three years ago in a car crash.
Jarod, there's been an accident.
The plane your parents were on- it crashed.
There were no survivors.
[Emma.]
Ryan, Rebecca, in the house.
Come on, in the house.
I don't know what your business with Mr.
Blake is but from now on, you stay away from those kids.
Those children are lucky to have someone like you watching out for them.
- [Whirring, Beeping.]
- [Keys Clacking.]
[Dobbs.]
See you in 60.
[Woman Speaking Spanish On P.
A.
.]
[Jarod.]
Wendy.
Oh, Jarod.
I got here as quickly as I could.
Just, uh-Just tell me that my children are okay.
- They're fine.
- [Sighs.]
Thank goodness.
When I got your messages saying to come as soon as possible I didn't know what to think.
I didn't expect to hear from you for at least a week.
I had to push the timetable up.
Desmond has only given me 72 hours.
- Is that enough time? - [Sighs.]
It'll have to be.
Just tell me that you are sure that Ryan and Rebecca are okay.
See for yourself.
I took this yesterday.
- I never thought I'd see 'em again.
- You will.
- They ride horses.
- [Jarod.]
Lessons every day at 5.
00.
Unfortunately, Desmond is always with them- - along with his armed guard.
- Well, how are we gonna save 'em? This is a layout of your ex-husband's compound.
Ryan and Rebecca's rooms are in the main house.
I'm working on circumventing the security cameras and the alarm system so that I have free access inside the house.
Once I've accomplished that then we'll make our move.
You'll be waiting in a car outside of this gate.
When? Before my cover with Desmond is blown.
- Soon.
Very soon.
- [Sighs.]
Oh, I hope we're doing the right thing.
It's just, uh hard for me to even imagine being with them again.
Trust your feelings.
You'll do just fine.
[Sighs.]
There's something you have to know.
Desmond told your children that you died in a car crash.
I just- I don't know if I'm gonna make it through this.
Wendy, you can't fall apart on me now.
It may be a shock for them at first but your children need you.
They need a mother.
Trust me.
- I have to get back to the compound.
- Oh.
Jarod- Oh, just thank you.
- [Chuckles.]
- Thank you.
You can thank me when you're back with your children.
The Hound did it.
Gee, Broots, come on in.
It found the money thatJarod stole.
He routed it through 506 bogus accounts and it ended up here.
"Raul Zenega- real estate developer - Mexico City.
" - That may be what it says but Mr.
Zenega's an arms dealer.
And you know this because? Let's just say he and I have a history together- back when I was still building my résumé.
What would Jarod be doing with 60 million dollars' worth of weapons? Sounds like a question for your pal Zenega.
So what happened to your pitcher? Disabled list.
You wanted to see me? About a month ago, someone tried to blow up my car.
Luckily I wasn't in it but lately I've been a little mistrustful of strangers.
I went by your room last night.
You weren't in it.
- I didn't realize I had a curfew.
- My house, my rules.
I went for a walk.
And I'm supposed to believe that? Look, Mr.
Desmond, I'm not here to blow up your car.
I'm here to program your missiles, get my money and get the hell out of here.
- [Fence Rattles.]
- [Mutters Angrily.]
[Dobbs.]
Twenty-three down.
Great.
Thirty-seven more to go.
[Beeping.]
- [Jarod.]
Damn it.
- What was that? - Must have blown a circuit.
- I'll go reset it.
No, I'll go.
Get that casing fitted.
[Man Over Radio.]
Rear gate secure.
[Radio Chatter, Indistinct.]
What do you think you're doing? I was hungry, so I thought I would grab a sandwich.
Well, I'm afraid that this area is off-limits.
Well, the old stomach was growling.
What can you do? That's a very pretty medallion you're wearing.
- What saint is it? - I don't know.
It was a gift.
And now I have to insist that you leave.
I don't allow Mr.
Blake's associates in this part of the house.
Tell me something, Emma.
If you have such a problem with Mr.
Blake's associates why do you work for him? It's really none of your concern.
It must be very difficult to fill her shoes.
One doesn't replace a mother.
I'm sure wherever she is she's very grateful to you.
[Panting.]
[Miss Parker.]
Mmm.
Work those quads.
You must be Raul Zenega.
Ay.
A beautiful young lady has caught me at a disadvantage.
- Please don't get up.
- [Laughs.]
[Mr.
Lyle.]
Hola, Raul.
- [Groans.]
- Little out of shape, are we? Please.
Whatever you want, I'll give it to you.
Anything.
- [Groans.]
- You obviously made quite an impression last time you met.
But to my credit very little scarring.
My legs, my legs.
I can't hold it.
[Groans.]
Psst.
This man gave you sixty million dollars of our money.
I'd like to know what he got in return.
Missile launchers- laser-guided SAMs.
Sixty of them.
- [Squealing.]
- [Groans.]
Twenty-second time-out, Raul.
Where'd he take them? All I know is the name ofhis buyer.
It's Desmond Blake.
Tell us where to find Blake and you keep your knees.
I would never lie to you.
I swear.
Not after last time.
[Groaning.]
- [Groaning.]
- Gravity's a bitch.
- [Knocking.]
- Wendy? Wendy? Wendy! Wendy.
Oh, no.
The riding school.
Good form, Ryan.
Keep working on it.
[Chattering, Indistinct.]
That's not bad, Son.
You're getting better.
You're getting better.
- [Ryan.]
Where's my plane? - I think it's over there.
Hi, Daddy.
How am I doing? Pull your horse in a bit.
Straighten your back, hands higher.
That's it.
Come on.
Come on.
Don't give me that look.
The only reason I tell you what you're doing wrong is so you can do it better next time.
- [Radio Playing.]
- [Woman Speaking Spanish.]
Ryan! Ryan! Ryan! - Bring it! - I think I saw a lady.
I think it was Mom.
Let's go.
Let's go.
In the car.
In the car.
Everyone.
Everybody, get in the car.
Son, get in the car! Let's go.
Let's go.
Beat it.
Go! - [Horn Honking.]
- [Blake.]
Emma! Emma! But it was Mom.
I saw her.
Ryan, you did not see your mother.
It's impossible.
- Inside, both of you! - But what if he's right? Maybe it was all a mistake.
Maybe she wasn't even in the car that crashed.
She could still be alive.
- What if my parents weren't even on that plane? - Jarod denial is a very human response to a devastating loss but this is a reality that must be faced no matter how painful that may be.
[Blake.]
Did I tell you? I said inside the house, both of you, now.
But, Dad, if Mom's still alive, she's gotta be looking for us.
It was her.
She looks just like she did in Rebecca's picture.
What picture? Give me that picture, young lady.
I said give me that book.
Why? Why do you kids do this to me? Do you know how difficult it was losing your mother? How it tears me up inside to see her face? - But, Dad, if it was Mom- - Your mother is dead! This does nothing but cause me pain.
Ryan, maybe the reason that you saw your mom is because you miss her so much.
Your heart wants to see her so badly that your eyes went along with it.
Emma, get these two packed.
We're leaving first thing in the morning.
- Leaving for how long? - I said get them packed! Come on.
- Come on.
- The morning? Are you crazy? There's no way I can have the missiles done by the morning.
And I want to know what you were doing out by the stables.
I was trying to tell you that we're running behind.
Dobbs and Logan aren't cutting it.
No, they're cutting it.
It's you who I'm concerned about.
I'm thinking it may be time to just blow your brains out.
I'm the only one that knows where the memory chips are.
You need me.
Unless, of course, you don't want your missiles.
Jarod, I've got a brain too and it's telling me not to trust you.
- [Jarod.]
What were you thinking? - I wanted to see them.
- [Jarod.]
What were you thinking? - I wanted to see them.
I was just losing my mind knowing that they were just a few blocks away.
Well, now Desmond is spooked.
He's taking the kids and flying out first thing in the morning.
- What? Where are they going? - He wouldn't tell me.
I have to get them out tonight.
You park the car by the gate at 11:00 p.
m.
, like we had planned and you sit there with the lights off and you wait.
- Can we trust Emma? - Absolutely.
All right.
I will create some kind of diversion.
Then I will get the children out.
In the meantime, don't go out that door and don't so much as peek out those windows.
Desmond's men will be looking for you.
Ryan didn't even recognize me.
[Sighs.]
Of course he did.
It's all he could think about.
Rebecca too.
She carried this with her all along.
Wendy, I'll get them out.
I promise.
[Broots.]
The name Raul Zenega gave you? Desmond Blake? - I think I found him.
- You think.
Remember the Centre account thatJarod stole the 60 million from? It just received a very serious deposit- - a wire for 40 million bucks.
- Where did it come from? Jarod's buyer- Desmond Blake- from a small town in Venezuela.
I hope you brought your sunscreen.
[Men Chattering.]
Emma.
I need to speak to you.
- There's not much time.
- Time for what? Time to get Rebecca and Ryan out of here and into their mother's arms.
What are you talking about? Do I have to remind you that Wendy Dawson died three years ago? That is what Desmond always wanted you to believe but I am telling you, she's very much alive and in a hotel not ten minutes from here.
You know what? I don't believe you.
[Sighs.]
That medallion around your neck- It's a St.
Anne's medal.
Wendy gave it to you the day her son was born to thank you for being like a sister to her.
[Scoffs.]
Desmond could have told you that one.
When you put it around your neck, she made you promise that if anything ever happened to her children you would devote your life to raising them.
Desmond couldn't have told me that.
He wasn't even there that day his son was born.
Oh, my God, Wendy.
But I saw the casket go into the grave.
You never saw inside the casket, did you? I was- I was in New York when Desmond called me about the news that Wendy had died.
And I'd been divorced for a couple of months and he said that the kids needed me desperately, so I flew here straightaway.
She was buried the next day.
Wendy had no other family, so- [Laughs.]
Desmond said that he wanted to bury her here so that the kids could be close to her.
What lie have I been part of? Be a part of the truth.
Help me.
Help those children.
Come on.
[Beeping.]
Call the general now- and get someone to put this out.
[Clamoring.]
- [Beeping.]
- [Whirring.]
Ryan.
- [Beeping.]
- [Whirring.]
Rebecca.
Rebecca! - Where are they? Where are the children? - I don't know.
[Phone Ringing.]
- Jarod? - The plan has changed, Wendy.
Get out of there.
Go.
- Wh-Where are the children? - They're gone.
Desmond took your children to another part of the compound but they're okay.
Because he saw me at the riding stables.
[Groans.]
- I can't risk anything happening to the children.
- Nothing will, I promise you.
You don't know Desmond.
He'll do anything to keep them away from me.
- I mean, anything.
- Wendy, calm down.
Now listen to me.
Go to the airport and park at the south end of the hangar and wait.
- This is a mistake.
- I was stolen from my mother when I was a child.
I never wanted her to stop looking for me even if it put me in danger.
Wendy, never give up.
The children need you.
[Sighs.]
I'll get them out.
[Electronic Whine.]
[Beeping.]
Here you go, Dawkins.
- The SAMs are loaded and ready to go.
- That's great.
It's been a rough couple of days.
Keeping a family together can be very difficult.
- Mr.
Blake? - Hmm? There's been a problem.
Dawkins is feeling really ill.
- Who's Dawkins? - He's my driver.
I could drive you.
Hey, it's the least I can do for a paying customer.
What the hell.
An iron gate's not gonna save you this time, Jarod.
[Blake.]
What's the problem? Let's go.
Emma, aren't those two parked over there the ones that were questioning you about the children when you were in town? - Uh, yeah, yeah.
That's them.
- What questions? I should have mentioned it to you earlier but I, uh- I didn't want to bother you.
They just seemed really interested in Ryan and Rebecca, that's all.
I told them nothing, of course.
We've got a couple of trespassers at the gate.
Make sure they don't give us any trouble or follow us.
Then you can let them go.
- He's gotta come out sometime.
- I got a bad feeling.
Move it! Go! Go! [Blake.]
Okay, kids, let's go.
Come on, let's shake.
[Beeps.]
Unlock the door.
Hey.
What the hell are you doing? Just making sure I have a captive audience.
Oh, Desmond, I hope you don't mind but I sent one of those ahead.
- I thought I would do a little target practice.
- [Electronic Whine.]
Wait till Logan and Dobbs get here.
You're a dead man.
The key word being "when.
" [Chuckles.]
[Groans.]
Oh, man.
You have wonderful taste in weapons, Desmond.
Who the hell are you? Why are you doing this, Jarod? So you would know what it feels like to have everything that you care about in the world ripped away from you- Like you did to your ex-wife.
Like you did to Ryan and Rebecca.
My kids? What do my kids have to do with this? Oh, they have everything to do with this.
- I know what's best for them.
- Oh, really? Like telling them that the one person that they love in the world is dead? That woman doesn't deserve them.
They're mine! You make it sound like having children is like owning- well, a missile.
- [Panting.]
- [Whirring.]
No! No! No! No! No! You know, on second thought blowing you up is too easy.
I've got something that will get you where you live.
Emma, bring the children.
[Blake.]
What the hell's going on, Jarod? What are you doing? - Ryan.
Rebecca.
- I have someone here who has missed you very much- who loves you more than everything in the whole world.
Don't be afraid.
Just trust your heart.
Oh, Wendy.
No! No! No! No, don't listen! No! - Come on! - [Ryan.]
Mommy! - I can't believe it.
- [Rebecca.]
We missed you.
- You're actually here.
- [Blake.]
Wendy! Wendy, don't! Mom, oh! Oh, my God.
[Wendy.]
Oh, look at you.
Emma! Thank you so much.
Get on the plane.
[Blake.]
Rebecca! Ryan! [Jarod.]
Oh, Desmond.
You know the Venezuelan authorities were very interested when I told them that arms dealing was going on right under their very noses.
- You son of a bitch.
- They'll be here within the hour.
F.
Y.
I.
- All this time I haven't been arming your missiles.
I've been disarming them.
Now they couldn't take out a Tonka truck.
Rebecca! Ryan! Rebecca! You're my kids! Come on.
Let's go.
Jarod! You- [Laughing.]
You've given me my life back.
Take good care of them.
- Let them take care of you.
- I will.
Oh.
Here's a little something to get your new life started- from Desmond.
From Desmond? Well, I helped out a little bit.
Oh! Oh, my gosh.
- Good luck.
- Jarod.
I hope your parents find you one day so that you can feel what I'm feeling right now.
Thanks.
Thank you.
- [Whispering.]
Bye.
- Bye.
[Young Jarod.]
Dear Mom.
I miss you more than ever.
[Thinking.]
Every day I think of you.
I make myself remember your face and Dad's face.
I remember everything I can so I'll know you when we see each other again.