[ Oceansize: Music for a Nurse]
[chattering]
[tapping on glass]
lt wasn't easy...
...when Nick's father died,
raising a teenager alone.
But with a hoy like Nick,
well, he is... now...
...everything a mother could want.
[all chattering]
We've heen through some hard times.
We've carried each other.
Now l look to the future,
and l know there's nothing that we can't do together.
Thank you.
Go on, open it.
Turn it over.
""To Nick, from Mother. Make me proud.""
[all chuckling]
So... to us.
To us all.
[all] Cheers.
- [thunder rumhles] - [panting]
You look pale.
How would you know?
Are you taking the valerian root l got you?
- Mom... - Finals are next week.
Mom?
What?
Have you, uh... thought ahout it?
- Ahout what? - The writer's course?
- London? - l don't need to think ahout it.
You know how l feel. Why do we keep hringing this up?
What is that?
lrony?
[ Meiiowdrone: Fashionahiy Uninvited]
[kids chattering]
What's up, dude?
You got it?
Thanks, man. You just saved my ass.
[laughs] Pleasure doing husiness with you.
You want to know what it says?
When am l gonna speak French?
Hey, caught you.
Are you coming to Ava's party tomorrow?
l, uh... l can't. l'm husy.
Busy? School's almost out.
- [hell rings] - Whatever.
Come on.
Oh.
- What's he got? - Nothing.
Not a dime. [scoffs]
Unhelievahle.
Nic gum.
And a pack.
You wearing the patch too?
Kind of a mixed message, Pete.
Like the fact that you accepted merchandise from me...
...and still haven't paid for it.
l'll get your money, please!
Got money for this crap hut not for me?
No, please! l'll get your money! Please!
[screams]
Don't he such a hahy. lt's just a scratch.
See you soon.
[hoy] "'She sits up and cries
- l sigh - [muffled laughter]
Long thighs
Gotta fly
Love you, hahy
l lie
Why?"'
Jimmy, you wrote that?
[sighs] Yes, ma'am.
OK, then. Thanks.
Nicholas, let's see if you can top that.
Please.
lt still needs some work.
lt always needs work, get used to it.
"'Day hurns down to night
Burns the edge of my soul
ln the night
l hreak into sparks of suns
And hecome fire's end The dust of hones
Night knifes my hreath Swallows whole my tongue
Turn hack, reverse, return
ln the night l see the real
Concealed in the day's hright lie
Eyes stitched shut
White teeth smile
Sleep walks
And talks and feet mark time..."'
[hell rings]
[teacher] OK, l know it's party week,
hut it's finals too.
Hey.
Don't look at me like that. l need a phone.
So go huy one at RadioShack.
Are you serious? You know my dad.
- He gives me no cash. - You gotta stand up for yourself, man.
Don't let them push you around like that.
That's easy for you to say,
hecause when you talk, people listen.
When l talk, you listen. That's ahout it.
l can't, man. OK? l can't.
Hey, Nick, come on. Dude, stop it, stop.
Come on, Nick.
Damn it.
[exhales deeply]
OK, um...
...how much does my friend owe you?
ls that enough?
Disappear, asshole.
[whispers] You are so hroken.
[screams]
[crowd gasps]
What are you looking at?
No. Nothing. l'm just, uh...
...more of a Grover guy, that's all.
You're so polite.
The whole "'golden hoy"' thing, right?
Except that's not really you. l mean, l know you sell essays.
You're no hetter than me.
You're right. l'm a total hypocrite.
[door opens, closes]
Anyhody want to explain?
[Nick] Um... she, uh...
...finds me irresistihle.
[principal sighs] Newton, l'm not gonna suspend you, l know the game.
Just go home today, he hack here tomorrow.
Try decaf.
What are you doing, Nick?
Wasting your time on a lost soul like Annie Newton?
She has no future. You do.
Don't let us down.
Can l leave now?
[car alarm]
[train whistles]
[tracks rumhling]
Hey, Annie.
Where's dinner?
Hey, victor. Are you hungry?
See?
Get your hony ass out of this chair right now and make him something to eat.
You can't talk to me like that.
l just did.
- You gonna leave? - What do you want? l got night shift.
Say something to her.
lt's a little food. You got nothing else to do all day.
[man] You wanna fight, then? ls that what you want to do?
[woman] Yeah.
Discipline your kids, for God's sake.
[man] Don't tell me what to do.
[woman] Take responsihility for your kids.
- Why won't you talk to her? - [man] l've taken responsihility...
[ Tv on the Radio: Wolf Like Me]
[door slams]
Annie, you going out tonight?
Annie? Annie!
You're leaving?
Yeah. l'll he hack.
l'll he hack.
[rock music]
[tapping on keyhoard]
Hey.
[grunts]
lt's from Seh and Tash. They need those, uh...
...translations hy tomorrow morning.
Yeah, they're done.
So you got heat up hy a girl.
l don't want to talk ahout it.
Yeah, you don't want to talk ahout it. [scoffs]
So are we gonna go to Ava's party tomorrow night?
Party.
l'm not gonna he here tomorrow night.
Ticket and haggage information.
- London? - Yeah.
The Royal Academy writer's program.
- Really? - [laughs]
No, you're graduating next week, you can't go.
- l have enough credits to graduate. - Oh, my God.
[hoth laughing]
- London? - Shh.
- London? - Yeah.
- Wait, does your mom know? - No.
- [stammers] - But she will, when l'm gone.
She just... she won't get it. You know, she doesn't get it.
- Yeah. - There's no other way.
Do you rememher when my dad died?
The first thing that she said to me was,
"'Don't worry ahout it, Nick.
This won't change a thing for you."'
You know, l'm like, 1 3, all l wanna do is cry.
She's thinking ahout my future?
She's always had it mapped out.
You know, l stay here, l might as well retire and die.
l mean, my dad didn't even get to retire.
He was 46 when he got sick.
l'm not gonna let her do that to me.
[rock music]
Hey, hahy girl.
You ready?
Always.
[car starts]
[ Syntax: Bliss]
Hey... hey!
Don't even think ahout it, all right?
They're still inside, that's why they haven't cleared the window.
[car alarm sounds]
Hey... hey, what the hell are you doing?
No, no. Annie, no!
- [store alarm] - Goddamn it, Annie!
Goddamn it.
Ha! Whoo!
- [car starts] - [laughs] Whoo-hoo!
[tires squealing]
[squeals]
Yeah, nice work, Annie.
You always expect me to just stand around.
[screeching]
[police sirens]
- You're getting more out of control. - [scoffs]
[giggles]
[police sirens]
- What time is it? - Go hack to sleep.
- Leave the hag. l'll take care of it. - Sure you will.
You gonna shop it around at school? lt's not like cell phones.
What, l can't make a little money on the side?
What for? College?
l'll figure it out.
Leave the hag.
- What are you gonna do, Marcus? - Leave the hag, Annie.
Nothing.
Nothing?
Hey, l'm talking to you. Don't walk away from me when l'm talking to you!
- Nothing? - [door shuts]
[phone heeps, dials]
Nothing.
[ringing]
[man] Police Department. Can I help you?
[ Snow Patrol: Open Your Eyes]
[chatter on police radio]
[kids chattering]
Marcus? Marcus!
- Marcus. - They found the stuff. l got husted.
- What'd you tell them? - Nothing. You think l'm an idiot?
[man] Police Department. How may l direct your call?
l'm out on OR. l got a court date in a couple weeks.
- Any idea how they found out? - Yeah. An idea.
I'll take care of it myself.
- Hey, Nick? - Yeah?
- l wanna leave too, man. - [laughs] Why?
Why? Why?
'Cause l'd he the foreigner. l'd he American, l have the accent.
What're you gonna do in London?
l'll he a cricket star. You know, those dudes with mallets?
[makes popping sound]
- l think that's polo. - l'd he a polo star.
You didn't have money to afford a cell phone, how're you gonna get a ticket?
- You have a passport? - No.
l need someone to write to, man.
OK. All right. Good luck.
l love you, man.
l love you too.
Take care of yourself, man.
- Don't look hack, hahy. - Don't look hack.
The airline called.
Your flight's heen changed.
- l can explain, Mom. - Can you?
Can you, really?
l tried to talk to you.
Why hother?
You've had this ticket for weeks.
You were planning to go no matter what l said.
My God, Nicholas.
You were just going to leave tonight without saying a word?
[scoffs]
l feel like l've heen living in this house with a stranger.
[ The Great Fiction: Body Urge]
[grunts]
[Pete] l swear l didn't do it, OK?
[Annie] You were watching me.
[Pete] lt wasn't me.
You were watching me hy the lockers.
- l didn't do it. - Then who did?
l don't know, OK? l swear, l don't know!
Please stop!
[grunting] No, no!
- [Annie] Get hack here. - No! No! Don't!
How's your hand, Pete? How's your hand, Pete!
- Huh? - Ow, ow, ow!
[screams] OK!
l'll tell you, OK?
l'll tell you!
[ Sparta: Taking Back Control]
- [hoy screams] - [halloons popping]
Thought you were too husy to come.
You wanna go to London?
Seriously.
Flight leaves in two hours.
Then we'd hetter hurry up.
What would she think of us right now?
Your mom.
- Um... - Hmm?
Wow.
- [Nick hreathing heavily] - That's a nice watch.
So why are you still wearing that heat-up, old thing?
My dad gave it to me.
Wouldn't he want you to have a hetter watch?
lt was my dad's.
What are you doing?
Have a good time.
[tires squealing]
[engine revving]
[tires squealing]
[grunting]
[tires squealing]
[hoy] Where you off to?
[grunting]
[Nick moans, grunts]
[hoy] Come on, man. You gonna fight hack?
[Pete] l can't watch this.
[sohhing] Please, tell them to stop.
- Shut up. - Please, tell them to stop.
[sohhing] Please, tell them to stop.
[door opens]
- [hoy] Think you're so smart? - [door closes]
Gonna cry? Why don't you cry?
Come on, you little hahy. Look at me!
Get the hell up!
[hoy 2] Come on, man. Fight hack.
- [thudding] - [hoy 1] Now, get up.
[whispers] No.
- [Annie] Like that? - [Pete] Stop it!
Do you feel good ahout yourself now? Now that you turned me in, huh?
[Pete] l didn't know... You were supposed to he on a plane, Nick!
[hoy 1] Damn, you're an idiot.
- [Nick groans] - You're so damn perfect.
Annie, Annie. That's enough. Look at him.
- Stop. Just stop. - Get off of me!
- Who's the hroken one, now? - You are.
Still you.
[hoy 2] Come on, come on.
[coughing] Still you.
- [Annie] What'd you say? - Still you.
- [Annie screams] - [Nick grunts]
[panting]
What'd you...?
Oh, jeez.
- [hoy 2] He's not hreathing. - Aw, man!
What the hell, Annie?! What'd you do that for?
- What'd you do? What'd you do? - Shut up. Shut up!
- What did you do? - l am not going to jail for this!
- Oh! - Now we have to pick him up.
- l'm not picking him up. - Pick him up!
[Annie] Just keep moving.
- We gotta get further into the woods. - No!
Just go.
- [hoys grumhling] - Just keep moving.
Come on, get in here.
Open up.
- Open up! - [Marcus] Oh, Christ.
What the hell happened to you?
l killed him.
[door slams]
What did you say?
- l killed him. - [scoffs] Killed who?
Nicholas Powell, the kid who sold me out.
lt got all screwed up. What am l gonna do?
Why the hell did you come here, Annie?
Jesus Christ! You know l'm on parole, Annie!
Why'd you come here?
l need an alihi, Marcus.
What'd l say to you, huh?
You're way out of control. You should've listened to me. Now get out.
Get out!
Don't touch that.
[Annie] Stolen.
Stolen...
- ... stolen, stolen, stolen. - [glass hreaking]
Stolen, stolen...
- ...stolen! - [shatters]
l knew l could count on you.
[kids chattering]
[unintelligihle]
Guess you didn't use the ticket, huh?
l don't even know where he went.
[teacher] See, they return.
Ah, see the tentative movements and the slow feet
Trouhle in the pace and the uncertain wavering
Anyone?
Come on, guys. We did this poem three days ago.
- Ezra Pound? - [teacher] No one?
Hello?
- lt's Ezra Pound, The Return. - No one?
Ezra Pound. You guys are killing me.
OK. Discussion.
Poems we heard in last class.
- Jimmy. - Nick Powell's poem.
l mean, l didn't get it. How does sleep talk?
- lt's a metaphor. - lt doesn't even rhyme.
- What's your prohlem, man? - lt's pretentious.
Nick's always trying to make himself important.
l think Powell has serious issues.
- Whatever, it sucked. - [girl] l liked it.
- [chattering] - ls this a game?
Are you playing a game? Do you think this is funny? Hello!
Anyhody?
Hello?!
Hello! Hello!
Hello? Hello! Can anyhody hear me?
Hey, guys. Guys.
Let's talk ahout this when Nick gets hack to class, shall we?
Come on, Mom, answer the phone.
- [door opens] - Answer the phone.
Oh, l'm sorry. l just had to use the phone.
[phone rings]
Hello?
Nicholas Powell?
No, he must he in class right now, Mrs. Powell.
Just a minute. l'll have someone go check if he's here.
Hold on, please.
[Mrs. Powell] I'm sorry, detective, what was that?
- Mom... can you hear me? - He left the house at 7:00 last night.
He's never stayed out all night without calling me.
I ]ust... I... I have a had feeling ahout this.
Mom!
[horn honks, hrakes squeal]
[grunts]
[semi truck horn hlares]
[panting]
Hello!
Hello, hello!
- [woman] Hello? - Oh, thank God.
- [radio static] - ls that hetter? Can you hear me?
l said 18-year-old, white male, name's Nicholas Powell.
Possihle missing persons case.
What are you looking for, detective?
My son is missing and you're in here.
What exactly are you doing?
Anything that can help me find Nicholas.
l could fill out a report, give it 24 hours, hut, uh...
...that's not what l do, um...
...not when a kid's involved.
l don't know.
You know if, uh, Nick used drugs or sold them?
No. Of course not.
What can you tell me ahout him?
He's very well liked. He's hright. He's very hright.
He's very hright.
l mean, who is he, really?
As a person?
You have my numher if there's anything.
Detective?
l found a plane ticket... for London.
- [Detective] Did you call the airline? - He missed the flight.
He wasn't on it.
l wouldn't worry too much, Mrs. Powell.
He's only heen gone the one night.
No. Something is wrong.
He... he wouldn't. l know him.
You didn't know ahout the plane ticket.
Mom. l'm dead.
[ Suicide Sports Club: 02.20 Boy]
[muffled scream]
[crows cawing]
We need to get a searcb party up bere, comb tbese woods.
Yeab, l spoke witb tbe principal.
Nick bad a run-in yesterday witb a girl at scbool.
Sorry. Newton. Annie Newton.
Sometbing l sbould know?
- [chattering on TV] - [sigbs]
Jack.
We're bere to talk to Annie.
Sbe's on tbe roof.
Some bistory tbere?
He used to be a cop.
Wbat bappened?
lt's a long story.
l knew Annie wben sbe was just a baby.
Sbe liked my ties.
[detective] Hey, kiddo. Wbat's up?
Wbat do you want now?
Nice. You know, you asked me to marry you once.
Anotber lifetime.
[detective] l guess so.
Wbat'd you do last nigbt, Annie?
- l don't remember. - Sbe was busy cracking my skull.
Did you run into Nicbolas Powell?
- Wbo? - Ask ber wby sbe killed me.
- You bad a problem witb bim in scbool. - Do l know you?
Someone called to turn you in yesterday.
You knew tbat. Tbink it was Nicbolas?
- Wbat? - l was witb my boyfriend, Marcus.
- Marcus know tbis? - Ask bim.
Tbey found sometbing by tbe woods.
Putting togetber a searcb party, so...
So... l bave some bomework to do.
You'll bave to excuse me.
- l'll let you get to it. - Mm-bmm.
[Nick] No more questions? You bougbt tbat?
l can't believe tbis.
You killed me because you tbougbt l called tbe police on you?
- Was sbe a sweet baby? - Everybody bas a story.
[Nick] You bitcb!
[screams]
Be careful, you'll break it.
- Wby can't l fly it on tbe roof? - Because it's not safe.
- Don't pretend you're a buman being. - Come on, please.
l'll take you to tbe park sometime. Tbe one by tbe bluffs?
- Wben? - Sometime.
- l'm just a little busy rigbt now. - [pbone dials]
- Wbat's gonna bappen to you? - Notbing for you to worry about.
Hey, Pete. Tbere's a searcb party in tbe woods.
l want you tbere. l don't care.
Ob, my God, tbis is a nigbtmare.
[pumps sbotgun]
[sbot fired]
[Nick] Sbit!
[puts gun down]
Go slowly, keep togetber, pay attention.
lf you find sometbing, call one of tbe officers.
Try not to disturb tbe area.
OK. Let's get to it.
[officer] Set your radios on cbannel tbree.
[cbattering]
- [man 1] Tall tbem to go soutb. - [man 2] Nicbolas!
[man 3] Nick!
[all sbouting] Nick! Nicbolas!
[sbouting continues] Nick!
[woman] Nick Powell! Can you bear us?
Nick!
[door opens]
"'Day burns down to nigbt
Burns tbe edge of my soul
ln tbe nigbt l break into sparks of suns
And become fire's end
Tbe dust of bones
ln tbe nigbt l see tbe real
Concealed in tbe day's brigbt lie
Eyes stitcbed sbut
Wbite teetb smile
Sleep walks
And talks"'
[wings flapping, tbudding]
[cbirping]
Ob, jeez.
l'm alive.
Sbit. l'm alive.
[ Broken Social Scene: Stars and Sons]
[man sbouts] Nick Powell!
[people sbouting] Nick!
[sbouting continues]
- [man] Nick! - Here! l'm rigbt bere!
Hey, l'm over bere!
Here l am, rigbt bere. Come bere, come bere, boy.
- Good boy. - [dog panting]
Come bere, come bere, buddy. Tbis way, come bere.
Good boy!
- Good boy! - Hey, wait. You see me, don't you?
- Come bere. - [barks]
- Good boy, come bere. Good boy. - [woman] Nicbolas!
"'To Nicbolas, From Motber."' Got sometbing bere!
Good boy, you can see me, yeab!
- [wbines] - No, no! Wrong way!
- Tbat way! l tbink be's onto sometbing. - No! Wait, don't go!
[crowd sbouting] Nick!
[woman] Nicbolas!
Pete.
Wby was Annie calling you?
[Pete] They'll find him.
lt just takes some time, you know? l mean, l...
l was literally rigbt tbere wben tbey found tbe watcb.
You were rigbt tbere and tbey didn't find a body.
Nobody knows but us, so?
Wbat are you so afraid of?
- [Annie sigbs] - l can't take tbis.
l'm going to tbe police.
[Annie] You go to tbe police, you go to jail.
No.
l won't. lt was you.
You were rigbt tbere and you didn't do a tbing.
You're in as deep as we are.
[Nick] Pete, l'm still alive out tbere.
Pete...
Pete!
[tbunder rumbles]
Tbey know you did it and tbey'll keep coming back.
Don't tbink you can run, Annie,
'cause tbey'll get you.
[victor] Hey, Annie.
l bave to go away for a little wbile.
Are you gonna go away and never come back, like Mom?
Go on, Annie, tell bim.
[Annie] Here.
- l want you to keep tbis for me. - l don't want it.
- lt was Mom's - l know.
You need it more tban l do.
- You're pretty great. - Yeab, l know.
Come bere, little man.
Do you know wbat l want more tban anytbing?
Don't be like me.
l ruin everytbing l toucb.
OK?
One day, if l'm lucky, maybe l'll get to do one good tbing.
Make you proud of me.
[sobs]
- How'd you get in bere? - [sniffles]
Everybody's out tbere looking for you.
- You listening to me? - [muffled music]
- [Jack] l want you out of bere. - [Annie] No problem. l'm gone.
Just know...
...if anytbing bappens to victor...
...l will come back bere...
...and l will kill you.
Wbatever you've done, l want no part of it.
[door slams]
So your mom's gone, your dad married someone else,
you all bate eacb otber, does tbat give you an excuse?
Does tbat make it OK?
Well, you know wbat?
Don't tbink about blaming anyone but yourself.
Annie, tbis is your fault!
Goddamn it, Annie! l'm still alive!
Tall tbem wbere my body is!
Ob, tbat's rigbt! You can't bear me.
You can't bear me, Annie.
Burnaby Police are not offering any information at tbis point.
We do know forensics are on tbe scene.
However, nigbt bas fallen and witb rain in tbe city...
Wbat's our time frame if be's out tbere alive?
lt depends on bis injuries. l'd say two, tbree days, tops.
All rigbt.
- [detective] Nice sbop. - [Marcus] We're closed.
- You only work on tbe old cars? - [Marcus] No.
Wbat about you work on, say, on '03?
Sure tbing, man. Come back tomorrow, l'll sort you out, all rigbt?
Hey, l know you. You're, ub, Marcus Bobem.
You go out witb Annie Newton, rigbt?
Yeab, tbat's rigbt.
You seen ber lately?
No. Well, l see ber sometimes.
Hmm. Open relationsbip.
You see ber Tuesday nigbt?
Yeab, l was witb ber.
- Scbool nigbt. - Yeab.
Because Monday nigbt sbe got busted for a smasb-and-grab at a jewelry store.
You know, and tbey, ub, took a car at tbe same time.
You weren't witb ber tbat nigbt?
l don't know anytbing about tbat.
Good. Tbat's good.
No, but sbe pboned you from tbe police station.
Rigbt, but l wasn't witb ber tbat nigbt, you see?
OK.
How long bas it been?
Hmm.
l've been on parole for eigbt montbs witb a clean record.
- Go and cbeck witb my PO. - l already did.
OK.
You see Annie, you tell ber l want to talk to ber.
About a missing person at ber scbool.
Know anytbing about it?
No.
2003 Mercedes S500.
Car tbat got stolen.
Keep an eye out for me.
[tbunder rumbling]
Don't worry about it, Mom.
Tbis won't cbange a tbing for you.
You got everytbing all under control, rigbt?
You always bad your...
...fingers in everytbing.
You know, fingering tbrougb tbis bouse.
Me, my room.
Don't! Don't feel a tbing, Mom!
You don't want to ruin your face, your pretty face!
l'm out tbere in tbe mud!
l'm dying, Mom, and you're sitting bere
witb your briefs and your berbal tea and your books!
l wisb you could see me rigbt now, Mom!
So you know bow sick l am of you!
l am sick of you and your perfect world!
l am sick of you 'cause it's not perfect, you bear me?
[panting]
[tbunder rumbling]
[sobs]
[sobs loudly]
[moaning]
[sobs]
Ob, Nicky. Ob!
[continues sobbing]
[Pete gasps]
Sbut it.
Did you know you were being followed by tbe police?
- Wbo are you? - [gun cocks]
Did you know tbat you were being followed by tbe police?
- No. - Well, you are.
- You're coming witb me. - Wbere are we going?
You wonder wby l'm angry.
Stomping tbrougb tbe forest in tbe middle of tbe nigbt,
in tbe freezing cold, in tbe mud, witb my good boots on.
Get up, come on.
'Cause you guys are sloppy. You don't tbink.
l gotta clean up your mess or it's gonna be on me.
- You weren't even tbere. - Doesn't matter.
Any of you go down, you'll take me witb you.
l can't let you do tbat. Wbere you going?
He's in tbere, man.
Annie, it's me. We gotta meet. lt's Matty.
He says be's going to tbe cops.
- Wbere are you? - l got bim at tbe bridge.
Keep bim tbere, l'll be rigbt over.
Sbe's coming.
You guys did tbe rigbt tbing.
- Wbat're you gonna do? - Wbat am l gonna do?
Wbat do you tbink l'm gonna do? Sbe's outta control, man.
[Annie on phone] I need you to do something for me.
You gotta leave me alone.
Dean and Matty are up to something, meet them at the bridge.
No. l can't take tbis anymore, OK?
You wanna go missing too?
[Nick] Hey, bey bey! Wake up!
Please, pay attention!
Ob, my God.
Go, go, go, go! Come on, fly! Fly!
[engine starts]
Tbank you.
[Dean] Wbat tbe bell are you doing bere? Wbere's Annie?
- Sbe says you bave to talk to me. - [Matty] Wbat? Ob, sbit.
[Marcus exbales] Hey, baby girl.
Tbis is not rigbt.
Go bome.
We've gotta get out of bere. Tbere's a tail on bim.
Tbere's just no loyalty tbese days.
Sbut your moutb. You need to learn to sbut your moutb.
- Or someone's gonna sbut it for you. - [scoffs]
And wbo would tbat be, Marcus? You?
Wbat're you doing?
[ A Perfect Circle: Weak and Fowerless]
Go.
Go for it.
[Dean] Marcus, tbe cops.
[grunts]
- Annie! - [woman] Drop tbe gun, Annie.
- Drop it now! - [detective] Put tbe gun down.
- [guns cocking] - [detective] Hold your fire.
Put tbe gun down!
Annie, stop!
Annie! Annie!
- [grunts] - Annie, stop!
Nice.
Come on, Annie, wbere's Nicbolas? Just give it up.
[groans]
Tbey'll catcb you, Annie!
Never!
Sbe beard me.
Sbe beard me! You beard me!
- Baby girl, wbere'd you get tbis? - lt was Marcus's.
- One fifty. - lt's wortb ten times tbat.
lt's wortb 20 times tbat.
But word is, you're in trouble and l'm in business, so...
One fifty.
- Two bundred. - l just need a roof rigbt now.
Go, disappear.
[ ...And You Will Know Us by tbe Trail of Dead: Caterwaul]
[loud cbatter]
Hello!
[crowd cbeering loudly]
[dance music plays]
[sobs softly]
l'm sorry.
l saw your face tbat nigbt, Annie.
And l tbink rigbt tben, you would've traded places witb me.
You know, sometimes l wisb my mom was dead.
lnstead of my dad.
l always did wbat sbe wanted.
You know, and l never even argued.
You know, maybe if l was a little more like you, we botb wouldn't be bere.
l'm sorry.
- [gasps] - [wbispers] Annie.
l know you can bear me.
Just tell tbem wbere my body is.
[lock clicking]
l'm dying, Annie.
l don't bave mucb time left
and you're tbe only one tbat can save my life.
How messed up is tbat?
Annie!
Annie.
- [basketball bounces] - [wbistle blows]
[man] Clear tbis stuff out of tbe way.
Come on, quit following around. Let's go.
[cbatter]
[ Deatb Cab for Cutie: I Will Follow You Into the Dark]
Wby are we bere, Annie?
Tbere's no time.
[Annie] Tbere you are.
l remember you.
You were always so scrubbed.
You were in Miss Vogel's class?
[botb] Sbe was sucb a bitcb.
Tbat was, ub, Fourtb of July weekend.
Tbirteen years old.
Tbat's tbe last tbing l ever did witb my dad.
My mom used to take me tbere.
- [waves crasbing] - [gulls calling]
[gasps]
[panting]
[Nick] Come on. Hurry, Annie. Come on.
- Come on. - [Annie panting]
[Annie] No. No.
[Annie sobs]
Pete. Pete was bere.
Annie. Annie, somebody was bere to move my body.
Wbo moved my body? Tbink, Annie. Tbink.
lt's tbere, it's rigbt tbere.
Come on, Annie. lt's rigbt tbere.
Come on, Annie.
Hang on, Nick.
[cbatter]
You're doing a great job, decorating committee.
Ub, good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
As you all know...
As most of... no...
As most of you probably know, tbis week, um...
...bas been a tougb one.
- Wbere's Nick? - Don't know wbat you're talking about.
- Don't start, Pete. Just tell ber. - Answer me!
Answer me!
You know wbat's really screwed up about tbis wbole tbing?
- Nick didn't do it. - Wbat tbe bell are you saying?
Nick didn't turn you in.
- You're lying. - l lied.
l tbougbt be left town, l lied to save my ass.
- You're lying. - You know wbat?
- l didn't do it, eitber. - Wbat are you talking about?
You killed Nick for notbing.
- For notbing. - You're lying.
- Jesus, man. - Tben don't believe me. Don't.
- Wbere's tbe body? - Wbat'd you do witb tbe body, Pete?
l know you couldn't do it alone. Wbo belped you?
Marcus.
Marcus?
- Marcus. - Wbat's going on bere?
Little cozy, don't ya tbink?
Miss me, baby boy?
- Get out. l said get out. - Wbat?
Wbat, you gonna sboot me outside a cop sbop, baby girl?
lf you want. Or you can drive.
- OK, l'll drive. - [car starts]
Pete, wbat are you doing, man?
Keep walking.
- [Marcus laugbs] - l didn't say stop.
- You're not doing tbis. - On your knees.
On your knees!
All rigbt.
Pete, no! Pete!
Wbat are you doing, Pete? No, you don't need to do tbis, l'm still alive!
God, you're my last cbance! Pete, please!
Trust me, tbis isn't tbe answer!
lf you die, l die, Pete!
Pete, please! Tbis is not tbe way out!
lt was you. You called tbe police on me.
Nick was innocent. l burt bim for notbing.
Yeab, well, tbat was your cboice, wasn't it?
- Yeab, so is tbis. - [gun cocks]
Jesus Cbrist.
Wake up, Pete, wake up! Stay witb me, come on!
[Pete] Nick?
Tbis is really weird.
Pete, wbere'd you move my body to?
- Please. - [Annie] Wbere'd you move tbe body?
Wbat does it matter, Annie?
- He's dead. - No, be isn't!
l looked into bis eyes.
- He's not dead! - How do you know tbat?
- l just know, OK? - Come on, Pete.
- l screwed tbings up. - No, no. Pete...
- You're tbe only friend l bad. - Come on, wbere's my body?
For tbe last time, wbere is be?
Wbere'd you move tbe body?
ln tbe ruins by tbe dam. l'm so sorry, Nick.
- Peter! - [Pete] l'm so sorry, please.
- Peter? - Nick?
Call 9-1 -1 .
- Wbere's Nick? - You're OK, Peter.
You want tbe body? You'd better burry, baby.
- Tbat water's gonna wasb bim away. - Have a nice life.
Hey, Annie?
- [groans] - [exbales]
[Marcus laugbs]
[screams]
[telepbone rings]
- Larson. - You don't bave to look for me anymore.
- Annie? - l can tell you wbere Nick is.
He's still alive. I ]ust need you to do one thing for me.
[sobs] l left sometbing for my brotber.
lt's in my locker at scbool.
Make sure be gets it, please.
l'll take care of it.
Nick's at tbe Broward Dam.
- OK. - Wbat is it?
- Tbe dam gates open in 1 5 minutes. - So, wbat are you saying?
Anytbing downstream of tbe dam will be flooded out.
- How mucb time we got? - We don't.
[dam alarm]
Help me!
Help!
[yelling]
Somebody belp me! Help!
We don't bave minutes. We bave to cut tbe flow. Now!
Help me!
[police radio cbatter]
Help!
[muffled] Help me!
[detective] Keep looking.
[woman] l want you to look everywbere.
Tbere! Tbere be is!
- Come on. - [man] Let's go!
He's alive, l got a pulse.
- Unresponsive. Got it. - Let's go.
Get bim up tbere as quick as we can.
[sigbs] Nick.
- Got it. - [radio cbatter]
- Keep tbe rbytbm? - Yeab. Vory sligbt.
Mrs. Powell? Tbis is Detective Tunney. We found Nick.
He's alive.
- [macbines beeping] - We need to get bags in bim.
He's sbut down. l've got no lv access on tbat side.
[woman EMT] Damn it.
- [beeping quickens] - l got no pulse.
He's in v-tacb, cbarge paddles.
- [macbine cbarging] - [woman EMT] Clear!
- Cbarge 300. - Cbarging.
Clear.
- Cbarge to 360. - Cbarging.
[engine sputters]
[moans]
[panting]
[engine sputters]
- [knock on window] - [gasps]
- [man] Everytbing all rigbt? - Yeab, l'm fine.
l'm just tired.
l'm gonna bave to ask you to step out of tbe car.
- No. l bave to be somewbere. - [engine starts]
Ma'am! Ma'am!
[tires squeal]
Taenage male found down, rescued from tbe base of dam, unconscious...
Nicbolas?
- Let me be witb my son. - Tbe team will do everytbing we can.
- He needs me. He needs me. - We will do everytbing we can.
Now, please.
[cbatter]
[sirens wailing]
[officer] Get out of tbe car, put your bands on your bead.
Annie, l need you.
- [Nick] l need you, Annie. - [officer] Turn off tbe engine.
Get out of tbe car, bands on your bead now!
[radio cbatter]
[sirens]
And wbat was tbe status wben we found bim?
[breatbing beavily]
Annie.
Tbis way.
[woman] l just got word a nurse spotted a girl matcbing Annie's description.
Stop! Stop.
Wbat?
Notbing.
OK, go.
Hurry.
l'm rigbt bere.
l'm in bere.
You bave some nerve.
No, Mom. No.
l just need to talk to bim.
Talk? He can't talk, tbanks to you.
- You sbould bate me. - Hate you? Yes.
l do. l bate you.
- Excuse me. - [Nick] Don't.
Please, don't.
l can't ask you to forgive me. [moans]
Stop it, Mom, stop it!
lt's OK, sbe loves you.
Wbat did you say?
Tall ber tbat l'm bere.
[Annie] l don't know bow to say tbis but...
Just tell ber.
He's bere.
- Nick. - Don't.
Don't you talk about my son.
You bave to make ber listen to you.
You bave to make ber listen.
l can feel bim bere.
Everywbere.
l can even bear bim. l know wbat be wants.
l don't believe you.
Tall ber tbat sbe was in my room.
You were in bis room.
After l disappeared.
- After be was gone. - Wbat are you doing?
[botb] You read one of my poems,
for tbe first time.
l was tbere, Mom.
l watcbed you.
l read it witb you.
[Nick only] And you couldn't even finisb it.
You were burting too mucb
and l see tbat now.
l never understood wbat you were going tbrougb after Dad died.
How lonely you felt.
[Nick and Annie in unison] But l'm still bere, Mom.
And you bave to believe tbat.
l'm bere.
Wbat do you want?
l need to see bim, just for a minute.
- No. - l can belp bim.
- No. - Please.
l don't know wby,
- but l'm supposed to be bere. - [gasps]
l can bring bim back.
[sniffs]
[panting]
l'm so sorry, Nick.
l didn't see you before.
l didn't know you.
[sobs] l wisb l could take it all back.
[breatbes beavily] Nick.
Annie.
[panting] Please.
Don't go.
[Nick] Annie. l'm bere.
l'm rigbt bere.
[Annie crying softly]
[Annie] Nick.
Annie.
[gasps]
l see you.
Nick...
l wanted to do one good tbing.
You did, Annie.
You did.
You saved me.
[buzzing]
[plane still buzzing]
[engine cuts off]
[ Remy Zero: Perfect Memory]
l like your plane.
- Wbat is it? - Dragonfly 220.
Yeab.
Sbould you be out bere alone?
- Wbere are your parents? - Tbey don't know l'm bere.
- My sister was supposed to bring me. - But sbe didn't?
Sbe died.
Tbink we sbould send ber a message?
How?
Wbat sbould we say?
lt's your message.
Hey, Annie...
Hey, Annie.
- Tbat's it. - Tbat's it?