(Birds chirping)
- (Laura): My heart.
I was looking for your Tom, except he wasn't there.
They did an EKG and another E-something, an image thing.
- An echocardiogram.
- Yeah, that's it.
- And what's the matter? What did they find?
Whoa, and why are we running
if there's something wrong with your heart?
- He told me...
- He told you what?
(Breathing heavily)
Laura, what's the matter?
- Heart like an ox!
I could pull a damn plow if I wanted.
- I hate you, Laura Pinkerton!
- No, you don't, Posy! I'm your best pal!
Nobody better, even if Tom thinks I'm a witch!
- He doesn't!
- He does!
(Both panting)
- Wait up!
- Whoo!
I win!
(Posy panting)
Ah!
I'm gonna demolish you on the sprint!
I'm going ahead.
- OK.
- Whoo!
- Ooh!
(Panting)
(Sighing)
(Groaning softly)
It's, uh, one, two, three.
One, two, three.
One, two... Crap!
One, two, three.
One... OK.
One, two, three.
One, two...
(Chuckling)
Sorry, I'm practicing a dance.
Nice tattoo!
(Birds chirping)
(Breathing shallowly)
(Whimpering)
(Panting)
- I thought you were bringing her back.
Oh, there she is again, the little dancer.
She's sweet.
(Dialling on cell phone)
(Line ringing)
- (Stella): Did you catch the girls?
- Charlie lost one, but we just saw a girl.
She's early 20s.
She might be good.
- Bring me some pictures.
(Cell beeping)
- Let's find the blonde.
- Um...
- (Both): One, two...
- No.
(♪ Strauss's The Blue Danube Waltz on stereo ♪)
- OK.
- (Both): One, two, three...
- Um, no. OK, all right.
Once more.
(Sighing)
- (Both): One, two...
three.
- Tom, can you just try a little harder?
- Why do we have to waltz?
- Because that's what people do.
(Sighing)
- OK.
- (Both): One, two, three.
- And back.
(Laughing)
- I've got soccer practice this morning.
I've gotta go home and get my cleats.
- Here. It's yours.
- Thanks, babe.
(Kissing)
- Hey, Billie! - Hey!
- Cardiology says you have a heart for me.
- Mm-hmm. Over there.
How's the wedding plans coming?
It's, what, another month now, yes?
- 29 days.
- Hmm! Getting cold feet yet?
- No! Two left ones, though.
- There are lessons, Posy. That'll solve the problem.
- Tom has no time, as usual.
- It's up to you, then.
Mr. and Mrs. Lawdon.
Mr. Lawdon was the owner of that heart over there.
- (Man, on recording): Terence Whittaker Lawdon,
82 years.
Heart shows atrial septal defects.
Mr. Lawdon's death occurred
3 hours subsequent to his wife's surgery and death.
Cause is stress cardiomyopathy.
- They died of grief.
They were together for 63 years.
(Handcuffs clinking)
(Posy sighing)
(Sighing)
(Grunting)
- So?
How was it for you?
- Stupid.
Made me hungry.
(Grunting)
How was it for you? Fireworks fantastic?
(Sighing)
- It was your idea.
- It's not supposed to be like that.
- You know that drawing of the open heart you did last week?
Dr. Stang used it in the surgical post-mortem.
She said it was so exact and so clear,
she could almost feel it beating...
which brings me to my point.
The job is temporary.
To make it permanent, you have to talk to Dr. Stang.
- Yeah, the last time I saw Dr. Stang in the hallway,
I got tongue-tied.
I could hardly even nod at her.
- You should do a presentation! - I'm not ready!
- That couple, the Lawdons...
- Yeah?
- I was the one who told Mr. Lawdon his wife passed away.
(Chuckling, sighing)
I can't imagine losing you.
I hope we're together for 100 years.
- So...
I'll have to borrow rent from my mom...
but it is so worth it!
The trouble they'll get me in!
Ta-da!
- Not for me.
(Scoffing)
(Sighing)
Tom wants me to do this presentation
for our chief of cardiology,
and I can't.
Nerves.
And I can't do this stupid dance.
I just can't get it.
And I have to get up
in front of all of those people at the wedding.
- Yeah, well, try being stood up at the altar.
- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring that up.
- I know you didn't.
I'm just glad I didn't have to wait 15 years
to discover my beloved was a jerk.
You need to be sure Tom's the one.
Are you?
- Of course I am.
(Camera clicking)
- Good morning.
(Door beeping)
- (Dagliesh): There's a needle fragment
in the side of her chest.
It's still there? That's good.
(Dagliesh talking, indistinct)
- Young lady.
They figure she was attacked.
Ambulance brought her in,
but she died a couple of hours later in emerg.
- I know that girl.
- Yeah, I have a witness.
She saw the victim in the park,
close to where the body was found.
We're gonna need video surveillance from 2 days ago.
(Woman on phone, indistinct)
- Yeah.
- It was here.
- Yeah.
- I was on my morning run.
Um, I told her I liked her tattoo.
- What did she say?
- She didn't speak at all.
- So, she went that way?
- Yeah, up there.
- And was there anybody else? Did you see anybody else?
- There was a blonde girl.
Um, she had purple streaks in her hair.
She was running over here.
- There was a 2nd girl?
Were they together?
- Maybe. I'm not sure.
- Did you see any vehicles?
- Yeah, there was a van over there.
- Did the 2nd girl get in the van?
- No, she, um,
she just ran off into the woods.
And I didn't stick around. I continued my run. I'm sorry.
- No, it's all right! Where did you go?
- I ran around the circle.
I had to catch up with my cousin Laura.
We run together every morning.
And, actually, the route we take,
she probably could've seen them too.
- Then I'm gonna have to talk to your cousin too.
Can you give me her contact information?
Thank you, Ms. Pinkerton.
I... I can get you back to the hospital.
- OK.
I have no idea how they're gonna figure out
who this dead girl is.
- Maybe the tattoo parlours.
- Yeah, maybe.
The detective is gonna come talk to you today, by the way.
- I didn't see tattoo girl.
(Siren wailing in distance)
There!
It would be nice, though, with this dress,
the bird-and-branch tattoo.
Like that nymph who turned into a tree
'cause she wanted to stay a virgin.
- No, that would be too weird.
- Like saying marriage is death.
Just saying!
(Scoffing)
You have to get the underthings.
The store's over on Grant Avenue.
(Sighing)
- How's Tom with lingerie?
- I think I need a new dress,
something for... cocktails.
- Cocktails?
- Stop second-guessing me!
(Chuckling)
Here.
There's this one and this one. Your choice.
- Ms. Pinkerton, uh...
Congratulations!
- Thank you.
Detective, this is my cousin Laura.
- Uh, Laura!
Det. Dagliesh.
Uh, I need to ask, uh, your cousin some questions.
- Yeah, no problem.
- Uh, the victim,
uh, the girl with the tattoos,
did you see her?
- No, I didn't.
But I saw the blonde girl.
She was very young,
with long hair and purple streaks.
- And where was this?
- On the Lower Circle Road.
- Was she with anyone?
- No, but she was talking to herself, drugged up.
Tweaking, maybe.
- Hmm...
Here, uh, take my card.
Um, it's actually my last one.
And, uh, you call me.
I mean, in case, uh, you remember anything else.
- Sure.
- All the best, Ms. Pinkerton!
- (Posy): Thank you.
- So?
- Both.
- Great!
(Laughing)
Can I help you find something?
- Yeah!
A shirt.
Something like that.
- For an occasion or for work?
- Uh, it's for my brother's little girl's christening.
Big family thing.
You think?
- Yeah.
It's perfect for you.
- I'll... I'll take it!
- Why don't you try it on?
(Chuckling)
- Those shoes are exceptional.
- Thanks!
- Mm-hmm!
- Can I help you?
- Probably not.
I'm getting married, so...
maybe something in white.
- Or pink or blue.
You would look good in anything.
And for your wedding night...
- I don't think so.
- Pink looks very good with black.
- White does suit you.
- What?
- Are you getting married?
- No, I... I was just shopping.
- Hmm...
I'm here on business. Do you live here?
- No, I'm just visiting too.
- Family?
- I'm an orphan.
- Thank you.
It's for you.
Uh, I saw you when I came in,
and I was charmed.
You're so very pretty.
May I?
You are charming.
Are you an artist?
- Yeah, I... I draw for the medical profession.
- (Speaking French):
- I would love to see your drawings sometime.
- She looks scared. He'll like that.
(Sighing)
(Knocking on door)
(Gasping)
- It's just me!
Um, what are you doing?
Oh my God!
(Chuckling)
- It's called "therapeutic visualization."
I draw myself the way I want to be:
Confident, proactive.
- Slutty.
(Both laughing)
(Woman on phone, indistinct)
- We traced the van to a rental agency, and they used fake ID.
- Mm-hmm?
- Yeah, patrols have been notified.
- (Woman): Keep me posted.
- Yes, ma'am!
(Sighing)
OK, guys, have a look.
That's our witness, Ms. Pinkerton.
And this is the 2nd girl.
Now, we're gonna look through these woods
because we might have a 2nd body.
- I'm amazed that you just came up with her.
- I was inspired.
- By who?
Tom? Not Tom.
- Laura, don't be mean!
- I'm not. Tom's great!
- I love Tom.
- Uh-huh. I believe you.
You wanna do a professional presentation
to jumpstart your career,
so you buy a bunch of really, really great lingerie.
What's the logic there, Pose?
- This woman here, she is my inner self.
And she struggled for years to come out.
And now here she is, born.
- Just in the nick of time!
(Laughing)
You've had too much wine.
- Yep!
- And I don't believe you.
- Yeah, I'm just getting back from the park, and nothing.
And I talked to patrol about the van.
There was nothing there either.
But the tox report just came in from the lab.
And Forensics called
and said they pulled a needle fragment
from the girl's chest.
I think that might be a lead.
So I wanna take a look at that,
and then I'm gonna call you back, OK?
(Sighing)
(Computer beeping)
- She's here every morning around the same time.
The friend's a problem.
- Or not.
You're good at this, Jack. We make a good team.
- I can't do lunch this afternoon.
I'm sorry. I'm already a lousy husband.
(Chuckling)
- You said it!
- It's not true. I swear.
I promise I'm gonna make it up to you!
- Tonight! You're gonna make it up to me tonight.
- I am?
- You are.
- OK!
♪♪ Oh my God ♪
♪ The tide is high ♪
♪ Can you feel the moon? ♪
♪ Say goodbye ♪
♪ They'll be here soon ♪
♪ They're coming for you ♪
- A Chardonnay, please.
(Sighing)
♪ You cannot hide ♪
♪ There's nothing left to do ♪
♪ You cannot fight ♪
♪ He's pushing through ♪
♪ He's coming for me and you... ♪♪
(Chuckling)
- There you are!
- Sorry I'm late.
Why here? It's not really our kind of place.
- Because you're leaving tomorrow for a week.
I thought we'd stay the night,
order room service?
- A month from now, we'll be living together.
- Tom, don't be cheap.
- No, I'm not!
It's just an odd place to be.
- It's...
It's new.
It's different, sexy.
Have a drink.
- Water. I'm on call.
And I haven't packed yet.
Oh!
Dr. Stang, our revered chief of cardiology,
stopped me in the hall today,
told me the department wants to create a teaching animation.
- What is the phrase, Tom?
"Be here now."
We get a room, order room service.
We lie down. We make out.
- Right. OK!
- OK!
(Sighing)
(Chuckling)
- You look so different.
(Cell phone buzzing)
Sorry.
- (Jack): Martini, please. Vodka, dirty.
(Whispering): Rescue?
- So?
- So, a... a room.
- No, the animation thing. Be a great opportunity for you.
- I told you, Tom, I am not ready to talk to Dr. Stang.
I've been working on my confidence.
In fact...
I'm working on it right now.
- What's this?
- We lie down...
naked or not...
and we make love.
(Cell phone buzzing)
(Sighing)
- A problem with a patient.
I have to go. Sorry.
I'll call you.
- Who is that foolish young man running away from you?
I think you scared him.
- You think?
He's a doctor.
- So he says.
Do you come here often?
(Chuckling)
- What a tired, old line!
Besides, I was invited by a...
Mr. Jack Wickley.
- That would be me, Jack.
- Oh, Jack!
(Laughing)
- May I?
Yes. I'm married.
My wife is here for another day or two, and then she's gone.
It would be a pity not to meet.
- Because I'm charming.
- Yes, and very beautiful.
Don't take this the wrong way,
but you are in very good shape.
Are you a runner or a cyclist?
- Yeah, a runner.
Morning, 6:00 a.m. sharp on Mountain Road.
My cousin Laura entered a marathon,
so I'm keeping her company.
- Hmm!
(Cell ringing)
Excuse me.
Uh, a client who is impatient.
I'll have to take this upstairs, Miss...
I don't even know your name!
- Pinkerton. Posy Pinkerton.
- That's a lovely name.
- It's kind of a silly name, actually.
(Chuckling)
- I suppose I should go.
It's Wednesday my wife leaves.
It would be a pity not to meet. A pity.
(Car honking)
- (Officer on radio): Licence 8V0C2P3.
- OK, check with the hotel,
see if it's registered to any of the guests.
And if it's not, we do 24-hour surveillance.
We wait for somebody to get in it. Got that?
- Roger that.
- Heat it up!
- Careless idiot!
You left the van on the street in front of the hotel?
(Scoffing)
Just leave it there. Do you understand?
Don't go near it.
Come.
Alex? Jack's here, our talent scout.
- I'm shutting down your party.
- Jack...
- This is the 2nd casualty.
This is not the way I work!
- Mr. Gorser would like another girl.
- No. Party's over.
- I want a good girl,
one who'll give me a... a feeling...
- No more girls.
- Bring me the photos as usual. I will know her when I see her.
- Of course.
- I told you I'm shutting it down.
- Mostly, I'm bored.
So when I see someone who might excite me, I want her.
It's what I pay you for.
You're trying to block me.
Stella...
- Mr. Gorser will dismiss you, Jack.
- So dismiss me.
- Yes, I... I will.
In a way that's as hurtful to you as it is entertaining to me.
(Sighing)
- What is wrong with you?
- I'm not here to clean up after that guy.
- That's exactly what you're here to do, Jack!
You're a hire, a minion.
You're here to do his business.
Go on.
(Sighing)
- How long have you worked for him?
How many bodies have there been?
- Oh, for God's sake!
You came recommended.
You know what can happen.
It's more money, Jack, because of the bodies.
You just need to relax, hmm?
(Whispering): Yeah.
There, there, sweet, handsome Jack.
- Thanks anyway, Stella. You're a pal.
(Patting hip)
(Door slamming)
Back of the car, get that roll of plastic.
(Crickets chirping)
- Hey!
(Engine starting, tires screeching)
- The van's not registered to any of the hotel guests.
We checked the hotel tapes,
and a couple of days ago, this guy showed up,
parked the van, and then he left.
- (Woman): He left it? - Yeah. He never came back.
- Did you ID him? - No, we couldn't make him out.
- The same guy?
- It could be the same guy, but it's hard to say.
But there's something else.
Uh, that needle fragment, there's this guy, Gorser,
that's his M.O.
And I've requested intel on his whereabouts.
- You sure it's him?
- No, I can't be sure
until we get some DNA or we find another body.
- Mm-hmm, yeah.
- Yeah, I got a missing girl who's a probable.
- Well, keep me posted.
- Yeah, if I find her,
of course, yeah, I'll let you know.
- OK.
(Sighing)
(Keypad beeping)
- You feeling better, Jack?
Charlie said you had a date with the little virgin.
Is she as nice as we think she is?
- What does he have on you, Gorser?
(Sighing)
- These are the girls that he's interested in.
And she's the one he wants next.
- No, not her. - Why?
- Because it will be too complicated.
(Scoffing)
- The thing you don't understand, Jack,
is that you don't have a choice.
You bring her here as soon as you're able to take her.
- (Jack): What if I don't?
- You will.
- Hey! I thought you were leaving this morning.
- I'm on my way.
I made an appointment for you to see Dr. Stang
about the heart animation.
Thursday, 4:00 sharp.
(Scoffing)
You're dragging your feet. You'll miss your chance.
- That was not your decision to make.
- So, this will force you!
- I don't like being forced!
I'm gonna cancel it.
- Maybe you should cancel the wedding too.
(Laughing)
- You're being controlling. You're acting like a child.
Maybe I will cancel it.
- What?
- 6:00 a.m., and here you are,
just like you said you'd be.
- What are you doing here?
- Inviting you to dinner at the hotel, Wednesday night.
Can't say no.
- Well, what if I say, "I don't know, we'll see"?
- Should I have done that?
So, Wednesday.
- Maybe, maybe not.
- Let me give you a ride back. We can talk a little.
- Uh, I was told by my mother
to never ride in cars with strangers, so...
(Chuckling)
(Laughing)
What's funny?
- You.
- (Laura): Posy?
Sorry I'm late.
I'm Laura.
- I'm Jack.
It's good to meet you. - You too.
- Posy and I are old friends.
- How come I've never heard of you?
- We just met, actually,
last night at the bar of the hotel I'm staying at.
- We should get going, Lo.
- Bye!
- It's not what you think.
- What, you in a hotel bar with a man you've never met,
who then tracks you down at 6:00 a.m. the next morning?
- No, I told him we run here every morning.
It's all above board.
- Is it?
Look at you! You're giddy!
- I'm not!
- "Till death do us part," Pose.
There goes your last chance!
- Come on. Let's run.
(Sighing)
- That was quite the kiss. You're good, Jack!
You just sweep them off their feet.
- Yeah.
- She wouldn't come to the car?
- Nope!
- Too bad.
Did you make a date?
- Yes. Wednesday.
- Good. We'll take her then.
Wednesday.
- I can't believe Tom would do that
without even telling me!
- Sometimes you need a little push.
- Laura!
- Like you and that very handsome Jack man.
(Scoffing)
You're thinking about it, aren't you?
- No! - Liar!
Hey, if you don't want him, Pose, I'll have him.
You are! You're thinking about it!
(Panting)
(Sighing)
- She's here.
- (Posy): Reservation for two, Jack Wickley.
- You look lovely.
(Gasping)
- I hardly know you, Jack.
- Have a seat.
Here.
OK.
Let's get to know each other.
- Medical illustration.
It is a long haul through school.
It's a lot of science.
But I love, I love the drawing.
- It's like Leonardo's anatomy drawings.
- Yeah, they're beautiful!
- And Andreas Vesalius.
- You know about Vesalius?
- Uh-huh. I held one of the surviving copies of his books.
500 years old.
- How is that possible?
- I bought the book for one of my clients years ago.
It was bound with the skin from one of the bodies he dissected.
They were convicts, didn't deserve a Christian burial.
- I'm speechless. That is so interesting!
You know the technology has changed since then, right?
- (Laughing): Yes!
- It's mostly animation and 3D rendering now.
That's what I do.
- That's really interesting.
- Yeah! Yeah, it is.
And how did you end up doing what you do?
- A very advanced degree in art history,
passion for the early Renaissance.
There's not much work in that field, I'm afraid.
- Mm-hmm, but you're OK.
You're buying 500-year-old books for people.
- Yeah. I'm OK.
What would you do if you could do anything?
I don't mean work. Something else.
- Hmm, let's see. I would learn to dance.
I'm not a very good dancer.
And you? What would you do?
- I'd change my life completely.
Dessert?
- No, no. No, thanks.
Wow!
You must have met some extraordinary people.
- No, not so many.
You?
- It's not too late, you know.
- For what?
- To change your life.
(Cell phone ringing)
- Excuse me, I have to take this.
(Siren wailing in distance)
What?
- Why the hell is this taking so damn long?
- I'm enjoying myself, Stella. You?
- Mr Gorser is waiting, Jack.
He hates waiting.
- Well, maybe you can help him relax.
- Jack. Jack!
Don't you ever hang up on me!
(Sighing)
- You ready?
- My car is just in the parking lot.
- Oh, I can't let you go just yet!
- I really should get home.
- You know what? It's a lovely evening.
There's a park around the corner.
Let's go for a walk.
(Sighing)
- Get the damn car, Charlie.
If he won't do his job, I'll do it for him.
- You're not at all what I expected.
- No?
- No, you're so nice.
(Both laughing)
I thought you'd be a snob.
I thought you'd just want a quick fling and then...
- Sometimes, you know,
you meet someone and they sweep you off your feet.
It's the 3rd move you're missing.
(Tires screeching)
(Posy laughing)
(Tires screeching)
- What's going on? - Come on!
Here, here, here, here!
(Panting)
- What was that? That was so scary!
- It's OK. Come here.
- Mmm...
- I got you this.
- I can't take that.
I'm sorry.
I wanna go back now.
- We had a plan.
You got a thing for this girl. Some kind of fantasy.
I had a hell of a time calming Mr. Gorser.
- That's your job.
- My job is to ensure delivery.
- I'm not handing her over to Gorser.
- You really are an arrogant bastard.
(Sighing)
You used to sell yourself, Jack.
Pretty boy. The highest bidder.
Whatever she or he wanted, you'd oblige.
And from what I understand,
you were well worth your price.
- I said no. - You have no power.
- We'll see.
- Alex knows you're partial to this girl,
and he likes that it's a love story.
- Shut up, Stella.
- You bring her, or he'll have her killed.
- He doesn't know who she is, how to find her.
- Posy Pinkerton, 4248 Harrow Lane.
The girl she runs with is her cousin, Laura Pinkerton.
She's a designer, owns a store called Can-Can.
You see, Jack? I know all I need to know.
You bring the girl.
It's too late for redemption.
- We need an ID on the girl.
Thank you for coming.
- No problem!
- It's just, uh, right up there.
How's your cousin Laura?
- Fine.
- No, I mean, I could have, uh, called her,
but I just figured that you'd seen more bodies.
(Clearing throat)
- Right.
(Sighing)
- You ready?
(Wind whistling)
(Vomiting)
(Breathing heavily)
You gonna be OK?
- It's her.
That's the girl I saw.
(Sighing)
- I'm gonna take you home.
Do you want me to call your cousin Laura?
- Yes, please. - OK.
(Cell phone ringing)
Oh, wait a minute.
(Sighing)
I gotta take this, OK?
Yes, ma'am!
- You have an update for me?
- Yep, we have an ID.
- You're positive on this?
- Yes, and it's our guy.
- Blood work?
- Blood work from the first body
shows it was a massive dose of adrenaline
and a needle fragment in her chest.
- Uh-huh.
- Progressively higher doses of adrenaline
injected directly into the heart during sexual assault.
- A pattern. - Yeah, yeah.
In this case, the cause of death was bodily trauma.
She was hit by the van, but this is Gorser's work.
Interpol's got a Green Notice on him.
I got a file on it right here.
(Woman on phone, indistinct)
- Well, the new body proves he's still here.
Unless he left in the last 24 hours,
which I guess is possible.
(Man on police radio, indistinct)
OK, ma'am. Yeah.
OK. Thank you.
- Is this the man who murdered them?
(Sighing)
- Yes, and several others.
(Both sighing)
Mail-order fentanyl from his basement.
Silk Road trade. Made him a millionaire.
(Screaming)
(♪ Trap on stereo ♪)
And then he just disappeared,
and now he just jets around the world
indulging in some very strange and specific tastes.
Some partners survive to tell the tale, but some don't.
Sex and experimental pharmaceuticals.
- The adrenaline?
- It's a veterinary compound developed by one of the pharmas.
It's for bulls.
- Oh!
- He's responsible for the murders,
but he's got people helping him.
He's way too rich to be doing it all himself.
- What's his name?
- Alexander Gorser.
- Thank you for telling me.
- If you need anything...
(Sighing)
I gave my last card to Laura.
- It's OK. What's your number?
- 412-555-9396.
You get that into a cell,
and you call me if you need anything, OK?
Let's get you home.
(Dishes clinking)
- I see bodies every day.
- (Laura): Yeah, but that's a terrible thing to see.
- It was how violent it was.
He assaulted her as she was dying.
- Here.
(Sighing)
Best thing is to forget about it.
Pretend it didn't happen.
- You're right.
- How are things with Tom?
- I told him he was controlling.
- Three weeks to the wedding. Better resolve it.
- I did.
I had dinner last night with that man, Jack.
- Posy Pinkerton!
- I pretended I was her.
Confident, alluring, in charge.
And it worked.
Because I talked to Dr. Stang this morning.
- That appointment Tom made for you?
- I changed the date.
I'm gonna do my presentation next week
when I feel more ready.
- I'm impressed.
- And talking to Jack helped.
- So, are you gonna sleep with him?
- He's married.
- But you want to.
He gave you that?
(Laughing)
(Sighing)
- Laura, will you give it back to him for me?
I'm scared to do it myself.
(Sighing)
(Knocking on door)
- Hi!
- Hi! Um, you are?
- Laura, Posy's cousin. We met on the mountain.
- Yeah!
Yeah, we did. How is Posy?
- Uh, she wanted me to give you this.
- Hi, I'm Stella.
- Laura.
- Hi, I'm... I'm Jack's boss.
- Ah! Um, I really should get going.
- No, you know what? I was just about to make drinks.
- Oh no, that's OK. - Oh, come on!
Come on, have a drink with me.
Come on, it'll be fun.
(Laughing)
Jack, I'm making drinks.
(Muffled): Sit down. Make yourself comfortable.
Do you like gin or vodka?
(Laura and Stella talking, indistinct)
Dirty?
- Sure!
- What is it you do, Laura?
- Um, I'm a clothing designer.
- Ooh, a clothing designer. That sounds exciting.
Very glamorous.
Do you work locally or internationally?
- Um, mostly local. - Oh, that's cool.
Maybe I should come check out what you do.
(Sighing)
Oh, you might as well finish it.
- I don't know. That's some strong vodka.
(Chuckling)
- Restroom?
- Through that door.
(Grunting)
(Sighing)
(Gasping, grunting)
(Breathing heavily)
(Grunting and breathing heavily)
(Line ringing)
(Cell phone ringing)
Yeah, Charlie.
Posy's here?
- Well, that saves us a trip.
Tell him to come get the trunk.
- Stella says come get the trunk.
He's coming.
- You keep your pretty Posy here, Jack.
I mean it.
Charlie will take this one to the house.
- Hi.
Uh, please, come in.
- You're leaving!
- Yes.
Uh, sorry, we're just finishing up with the packing.
- I don't know why I'm here.
I think I came to say goodbye.
- You look beautiful.
I was afraid I'd never get to see you again.
Come lie down with me.
- Jack, I can't!
- Just for a minute, then I'll let you go.
- Hey...
Kiss me back.
You know, I wanna marry you.
- Don't say that.
- I do.
I wanna run away with you
to that desert island they always talk about
where nobody can find us.
I wanna run away with you.
(Sighing)
- I can't. Really, I can't.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here.
- Hey, it's not that you don't want to. You do.
- Yes, Jack, I do, but you're married.
And I'm getting married in 3 weeks.
I shouldn't have come here.
- Hey, hey, hey!
I love you.
Isn't that strange?
- Yes.
Where's Laura?
- Go ahead, Jack. Do your job.
- What are you doing?
What are you doing? Let go of me!
(Screaming)
- Posy!
(♪ Instrumental pop on TV ♪)
Do not scream. Stella will shoot you.
Do you understand?
Shush!
- Here.
Charlie's taken Cousin Laura over to the house.
He'll come around with a trunk.
(Whimpering)
She's all yours till he gets back, Jack.
(Breathing heavily)
- Laura?
- Yes.
Hey...
We have to be careful, OK?
Stella's got the gun. She will kill you.
OK?
(Grunting)
Posy!
(Whimpering)
- Glad to see you're back in form, Jack.
We're on our way.
- Other virgin?
- They're cousins, Alex.
I forgot to tell you. Family.
- Wow! Thank you, Stella.
- Wait a while till she's clearer.
He wants her to know what's happening.
I'll go see how he's doing with the cousin.
(Grunting)
(Groaning)
- Posy, Posy, Posy, Posy!
Posy, stop!
Charlie!
(Panting)
(Grunting)
Charlie!
You look upstairs. I'll look down here.
- (Charlie): House is huge.
(Charlie talking, indistinct)
- Then get a flashlight!
(Gasping)
- Jack, what's the noise?
What's going on?
- She got loose.
- Loose! Right!
- We're looking.
(Scoffing)
(Door opening)
- (Alex): She's gone?
- Yes, but she won't escape like the other girls.
We've sealed the doors and windows.
- Good girl.
HIDE-AND-SEEK!
(Breathing unevenly)
(Gasping)
(Line ringing)
(Ringing and buzzing)
- You've reached Det. Dagliesh. Please leave a message.
In case of emergency, please call 911 immediately.
(Voicemail beeping)
- It's Posy Pinkerton. Laura and I have been kidnapped.
The man was a guest at the Hotel Ollivere, Jack Wickley.
Track this phone.
We're in a mansion, a big house of some kind.
Please hurry. We need help!
(Sighing)
(Line ringing)
- (Woman): 911. What's your emergency?
Hello?
(Gasping)
(Footsteps approaching)
(Urinating)
(Toilet flushing)
(Exhaling loudly, breathing heavily)
(Screaming)
(Grunting)
- Let go of me!
- Hide-and-seek's over. It was fun.
(Crackling)
Stella tells me you have a crush.
(Gasping)
Give her a kiss, Jack.
Say goodbye!
(Whimpering)
Give her a real kiss,
like you'll never see her again.
Thank you, Charlie.
(Grunting)
- Charlie will be waiting outside if you need him, Alex.
- Stella...
get rid of that man.
(Exhaling sharply)
Time to play my game.
Leave us, Charlie.
Love hurts.
(Chuckling)
Love hurts.
Go on.
Turn around.
(Posy gasping)
On the bed.
(Alex chuckling)
I told you to lie on the bed with Cousin.
Here.
- No.
(Sighing)
(Whimpering)
- Lie down.
- No.
(Yelping)
(Groaning)
- You need another dose.
(Posy yelping)
(Coughing)
We'll shoot it this time.
(Sighing)
(Door opening)
(Crickets chirping)
- You know, you're too handsome for your own good.
(Sighing)
So, you all settled with this, with that girl?
- He's going to kill them.
- Yes.
We leave tomorrow. Can't have any loose ends.
The jet's ready.
Arrangements have been made.
(Chuckling)
What are you gonna do? You gonna rescue her?
She's gonna die, Jack, a terrible death.
There's nothing you can do about it.
(Grunting)
(Gunshots, shells clinking)
(Jack groaning)
(Stella grunting)
She's gonna die, Jack, and so are you.
(Groaning)
My bag.
Charlie!
My phone. Call my phone!
(Line ringing)
(Cell phone ringing)
(Gasping)
Get the car! - What?
- You heard me. Get the car. We're leaving.
- What about Gorser?
- What about him?
- Heading Northeast on Taylor Road.
I need an address.
(Siren wailing)
Hello, address! Come on!
(Coughing)
- Ah, ah, ah, ah!
(Posy screaming)
(Laura grunting)
(Breathing heavily)
(Grunting)
(Groaning)
(Laura whimpering)
(Alex talking, instinct)
(Grunting)
(Alex laughing)
(Screaming)
(Breathing shallowly)
(Gasping, screaming)
(Sputtering)
(Panting)
- Laura! Are you OK?
(Gasping)
(Coughing)
Are you OK?
(Siren wailing in distance)
Wait here. Wait here.
- (Dagliesh): Police! Everybody down!
(Dagliesh shouting, indistinct)
- Jack!
(Breathing shallowly)
- Hi.
(Breathing heavily)
You'll be OK now.
You'll be OK.
(Police shouting in distance)
- Jack!
Jack.
(Whimpering)
- This is yours.
We picked it up when we swept the hotel suite.
(Church bells ringing)
(♪ Rusted Wheel by Silversun Pickups ♪)
(Wedding guests cheering)
- Congratulations! I love you!
- Love you!
(Both kissing air)
♪♪ So you can't hold ♪
♪ A star in your hand ♪
♪ Though at least you can ♪
♪ Hold on to another plan ♪
♪ Rusted wheel Planted still ♪
(Engine revving)
♪ I can tell ♪
♪ It's summer ♪