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♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ [Clock chiming] ♪ [Dishes clanging, water running] [Water turns off] [General kitchen sounds] ♪ Woman: Lydia.

Hey.

I'm going to sleep.

Are you coming?

No.

Okay.

[Kiss] Don't stay up too late.

[Owl hooting] [Crickets chirping] [Dog barks] [Sighing] [Footsteps] [Knocking on door] [Knocking] Woman: Lydia, it's Grandma.

Let me in.

Mother: No, no, don't open the door!

Lydia: No!

Mother: Don't open the door.

Grandma: Melissa!

Melissa, let me in!

Mother: Stay here, okay?

Lydia: Why?

It's Grandma.

Because I said so, Lydia.

Grandma: No!

Oh.

[Crash] Melissa!

[Pounding on door] Melissa, let me in!

[Pounding] Mel?

Ma, please go away!

Grandma: I want to come inside!

I can't let you in.

Grandma: Just for a minute!

No.

Grandma: I want to see Lydia.

No!

Grandma: I got help.

♪ You said that if I got help, that I could see you guys.

I did what you asked for.

♪ Mel, please, I did what you asked for.

♪ ♪ [Grandma crying softly] ♪ Thank you.

♪ Oh.

[Laughs] Melissa: Tell me about the help you're getting.

I'm seeing a doctor.

They're giving me some stuff.

What are you taking?

I don't know.

They're pink.

Okay, where's Lydia?

Melissa: Ma.

What's wrong?

You don't trust me.

I want to.

You can trust me.

Lydia?

Melissa: Ma, come on.

[Gasps] She kept the dollhouse that I bought.

[Crickets chirping] But she wouldn't like it if I took her stuff now, would she?

What?

Nothing.

I heard you say something.

What did you just say?

Every time I come home, there's a new scratch on my table.

And something's always missing.

We haven't been to the house in months, Ma.

Okay.

Melissa: This is what I'm talking about.

Don't bring this into my house.

What, the truth?

No.

You imagine.

[Thud] Melissa: Ma.

I am not crazy.

Hi, mama.

What's wrong?

I... brought some of that paper that you love.

Melissa: Ma.

We can draw like we used to.

Hmm?

Pick one.

Pick a good one.

What?

You saw Lydia.

I think you should go now.

I am here to see my granddaughter.

I am here to see my daughter.

Melissa: You can come another day.

Grandma: I'm not coming another day.

I'm staying, because I want to see you now.

Melissa: You can come back another day.

Oh!

Did you find one?

Yeah?

Melissa: Lydia.

Grandma: Let's come on over.

Lydia, it was... bedtime.

It's time to go to sleep.

Grandma: But she wants to draw.

She wants to draw, right?

She has school in the morning.

She needs to go to sleep.

Grandma: Relax!

[Sighing] Oh, this one?

All right.

Okay.

Beba, stay on the lines.

Stay on the-- stay on the lines.

Here, gimme.

Melissa: Ma-- Here, like this.

Yeah?

Gonna... Like that, yeah?

Yes.

All right, draw the picture.

Draw the picture.

Yeah.

Um... [Sighing] Hey.

Hey!

That's-- that's really nice.

Stop.

[Pencil scribbling] Grandma: No.

Here-- Here, try like this.

Like this.

See?

Like that.

Yeah.

Try like that.

Here.

This.

Melissa: Ma, that's enough.

Grandma: Try now.

That's enough.

It's not finished.

I don't care.

Let's go, Lydia.

I want to stay and draw with my granddaughter.

Melissa: Come on.

Grandma: Stay right here.

Melissa: Let's go.

Grandma: No!

Let her go.

Let her go!

Lydia, whispering: Mom.

I'll call the police, Ma!

I swear!

I want to stay.

You don't think I don't want you to?

I would never hurt you.

Melissa: You did this.

No.

I didn't... You don't remember.

Grandma: Please.

[Whispering] Melissa: Let her go.

[Lydia whimpers] Melissa: Ma?

Lydia: No.

I'll call them, Ma.

Grandma, hysterical: No!

Don't!

I let her go!

I let her go!

[Phone ringing] [Melissa sighs] [Ringing cuts off] Man: 911, what's your emergency?

No, stop, stop!

Stop!

Melissa: Yes, please, I need help.

Yes, I need help.

Please.

Get off me.

Grandma: No, please.

Melissa: Get... off me.

Get off me!

Get off me!

Get off me!

[Wood breaking] Man: Okay, I heard a crash.

I need... I need verbal confirmation... Melissa: Hey.

Come here.

Come here... Oh.

Oh, baby.

Mom, she hurt me.

Let me see.

Come here.

Come here, come here.

[Melissa inhales deeply] [Melissa crying] [Piece falling] [Siren wailing] [Vehicle approaching] Grandma: It's okay.

[Siren shuts off] Thank you for letting me come see you.

[Pounding on door] Officer: Hello?

This is the police.

We received a call from this house.

Is everything okay?

[Pounding on door] Hello?

♪ [Pounding on door] ♪ ♪ [Sirens wailing] [Bicycle bell dings] ♪ [Bell over door jingles] Man: Hey, Steven!

How was it?

Firefighters cheaped out on me again.

No tip.

Oh, that's too bad.

Hey, don't take it personally.

Firemen, they never tip.

They've paid enough already.

I guess so.

Yeah, I'll tell you what.

You've done some great work today.

You deserve a tip.

Oh, thanks Mario.

Where did you get all of these?

My cousin.

He's a principal at an elementary school.

They just launched this huge crackdown on fireworks and ended up busting this massive underground firework cartel.

He gave me some of his stash.

Wow, that's crazy.

Yeah, there was a whole mafia thing going on too.

It got pretty serious.

A kid woke up with scooter handlebars in his bed.

You know, like from the movie "The Godfather."

Those second graders, they can be ruthless, man.

So I've heard.

Hey, Steven.

I know you're about to get off, but would you mind making one more delivery on your way out?

Steven: Of course.

Where is it?

Mario: Uh... 555 Dover Place.

[Steven gasps] That's Stacy Stewart's house!

Stacy Stewart?

[Sighs] She's just this girl that goes to my school.

I've been in love with her since kindergarten.

I heard she was having a party tonight.

I wasn't invited.

[Italian accent] Well, you will be if you bring her the pizza [Laughs] and fireworks.

You're right.

Stacy Stewart loves pizza and fireworks.

Thanks, Mario, you're the best.

Anytime.

Have a good night, my friend.

[Bell over door jingling] ♪ Come on.

Let's do this.

♪ [Thunder crashing] ♪ [Mysterious music playing] ♪ [Shot fired] ♪ Steven: [Gasps] Need a lighter.

♪ Man: Hey, home slice.

You got a light?

My diggity dog?

[Flame comes on] Hey, peace and love, man.

[Car engine starts] [Tires squealing] ♪ [Squealing] [Tires squealing] [Boom] [Boom] [Tires squealing] [Engine revving] [Lighter clicking] ♪ [Firecracker whistling] [Boom] Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Loser!

♪ [Explosions] [Fireworks exploding] [Car tires squealing] [Horn honking] [Engine revving] ♪ [Whoosh] ♪ ♪ ♪ [Fireworks exploding, whistling] Aah!

[Bicycle bell dings] [Thud] [Eerie music playing] ♪ ♪ ♪ [Bang] [Bang] ♪ [Light thuds] ♪ Wait, is your name Secret Agent Crank Beretta?

No, My name is Steven.

Oh!

My bad, dude.

I totally had the wrong guy.

What?

Yeah, I thought you were Secret Agent Crank Beretta.

♪ What do you mean?

I'm 15 and in a Mario's Pizza uniform.

Are you sure you're not him?

Do I look like a Secret Agent Crank Beretta?

No... No, I see where I messed up.

You see, this is like my third time.

Third time doing what?

Being, like, a hitman, you know?

No, I don't.

Whatever.

Just get away from me.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

So sorry, dude.

So, you wanna, like, grab a drink or something?

Again, 15!

Man: Mmm, okay.

Well, have a good night!

Steven: Unbelievable.

[Crickets chirping] [Sighing] [Doorbell ringing] [Door opening] ♪ Steven?

Oh!

Hey, Stacy.

[Laughs nervously] You're welcome to come in and stay for a bit, if you don't have to go back to work.

I'd love it if you stayed.

Oh, uh, yeah, this was my last delivery, so-- No way!

Are those fireworks?

I love fireworks.

♪ ♪ [Fireworks whistling, crackling] [Eerie music playing] Man: Who are you... Secret Agent Crank Beretta?

♪ [Phone ringing] [Click] [Ring] [Beep] Mario: Hello?

Woman: Secret Agent Crank Beretta, we have another mission for you.

Mario: Okay.

It will be done.

[Click] ♪ [Indistinct voices] My name is Michael Wolin.

My family and I are here because we are enemies of Islam.

But... but these men are not without mercy.

Release the inmates of Abu Malik prison in five days, and we will be spared.

[Man speaking Arabic] Men, yelling in Arabic: Allahu Akbar!

Allahu Akbar!

Allahu Akbar!

♪ Man, in Arabic: Allahu Akbar!

Allahu Akbar!

[Door opens] Colonel: Soldier.

At ease.

Imam Ibrahim Al Hadhrami.

Agent Dutch McCarthy.

This is Colonel Joseph Blair.

Imam: Well met.

Might I ask what's the reason for this visit?

A matter of national security.

Blair: Hamza al-Hadid.

Picked him up in a raid two nights ago.

McCarthy: We've tried every method on and off the books on this guy, but so far, nothing's worked.

But you, Abe, you share his faith.

You get him in a way that we don't.

I can't question him.

You swore an oath to your country.

Abe: Respectfully, Colonel, I also swore an oath to my faith.

I'm an imam, not an interrogator.

We don't need a soldier in there, Abe.

We need an imam.

Now, your holy book, does it not say that saving one life is like saving all of humanity?

It does.

You're saving four here.

The Wolins, yes, and also Hamza.

♪ [Door buzzing] [Keys jangling] ♪ [Door clangs shut] ♪ [Clock ticking] [Sighing] [Speaking Arabic] [Chair squeaks across floor] As-salamu alaykum.

[In Arabic] Wa alaykumu s-salam.

[Scoffing] [Abe sighs] [Feedback] Man over intercom: You're running out of time.

[Clock ticking] [Breathing heavily] Abe: [Abe yelling] [Metal clanging] [Eerie music playing] Abe: Oh!

♪ Abe: Ah!

♪ [Both yelling] ♪ Ah!

[Straining] Ah!

Ahh!

♪ [Hamza crying] ♪ Hamza: Uh... [Voice trembling] [Inaudible whispering] [Abe sighing] It's Hussain Company.

Warehouse B. It's in a city in the west called Naqib.

This is where you're going to find them.

[Crying] Abe: ♪ [Muslim call to prayer] A specialist team successfully extracted the Wolins.

And al-Hadid has been transferred to the Iraqi army.

You're a good soldier, Abe.

And a better man.

I'm as guilty as you and Claire and Hamza.

But... He found a way to save himself that no army could do it.

All what I did is just remind him how.

Perhaps it's our turn.

[Muslim call to prayer] [Call to prayer continues] Allahu Akbar.

[Breathing shakily] ♪ ♪ [Cameras clicking] [General chatter] ♪ [Bell chiming] [Wailing] [Bell chiming] [Clearing throat] Good morning.

I'm Detective Henry Simpleton, a close friend of Anton Miller.

I'll never forget the time that I've spent with Anton.

That little ray of sunshine.

[Clearing throat] We all deserve to know the good man Anton was before his death.

I was first introduced to Anton by my co-workers.

He was a real new cosmopolitan detective.

Oh, what an honor to be working with you, Henry, sir.

I promise I'll do my best to keep up to your pace.

Henry: Right.

♪ [Henry sighing] I was worried he wouldn't be able to handle it in our lovely city of Oaklandale.

♪ Rookies don't last long here.

Let me just say, I severely underestimated him.

♪ He was doing so well after his first week, but he confessed some stress.

I bought him a drink, hoping it'll ease the pain.

[Birds chirping] That didn't work.

Instead, my friend had to cope by throwing himself back into his job.

[Bell ringing] I felt pity for the poor guy.

♪ But he kept going.

He didn't know how to stop for his own good.

[Crowd cheering] ♪ [Horn blaring] I was telling him all that work was gonna burn him out.

I could feel it in every new case he would finish.

He was killing himself, one accomplishment at a time.

♪ [Cameras clicking] [Thud, thud] ♪ [Ding, ding] ♪ [TV static] [Inaudible voice on TV] Henry: Of course, I wanted to personally congratulate our new chief of police the day before he was sworn in.

[Anton coughing] When I first talked to Anton, he seemed a bit off.

Poor guy.

I knew something was the matter with him.

He told me that being the new face of the police force was taking a toll on him.

I poured this man the hardest drink I could find... [Glass breaking] ...then sat him down and gave him some good advice.

I told him... I am Henry... Simpleton!

Henry, Henry, let's-- let's calm down here.

We don't want to do anything too rash, alright?

I know you're a good man.

I admire you.

We can work together.

Use both our skills.

There's so much we can do-- [Shot firing] If I knew that was the last time I saw him, I would have phrased my words differently.

[Applause] [Cameras clicking] [Crying] Before I wrap this up, I wanted to close this with the letter Anton wrote before his passing.

"I'm sorry that I was too pathetic to not hold up my own.

But everyone who loves me should know that my best friend, Henry Simpleton, has told me time and time again that he will do everything in his power to keep this city safe.

So, please, keep these words in mind.

Henry Simpleton is the greatest detective in Oaklandale, and he will always have your best interests at heart."

♪ ♪ [Footsteps] ♪ [Squeak] [Spooky music] [Fire roaring] ♪ Oh!

♪ [Whooshing] ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ [Slide whistle playing] [Glass squeaking] [Leaves rustling] ♪ ♪ [Single piano note dings] ♪ [Sand shifting] [Thud] [Sand pouring] ♪ ♪ [Footsteps running] ♪ [Thud] [Digging sounds] [Rumbling] [Rumbling] ♪ [Thud] [Thuds] [Crash] [Loud rumbling] [Crash] [Crash] [Thud reverberates] [Sand pouring] [Footsteps in sand] ♪ [Footsteps in sand] ♪ [Music slows] [Music ends] ♪ ♪ ♪ [Song in Arabic playing] ♪ ♪ [Thunder clap] ♪ [Crickets chirping] [Spooky music playing] ♪ ♪ ♪ Announcer: Funding for "Fine Cut Festival of Films" is generously provided by the Bridges Larson Foundation.