Ticking Clock Page #4

Synopsis: Lewis Hicks (Cuba Gooding Jr.) is a reporter and journalist specializing in writing about the crime of murder. Instead of writing his next story, Lewis becomes the story when his new girlfriend is sadistically murdered, and he is the only suspect. Lewis investigates the murder himself and finds the killer's journal with his past victims and a death list of his future prey. Lewis believes that he is the only person who can stop the killer before time runs out for his next victim.
Director(s): Ernie Barbarash
Production: Sony
 
IMDB:
5.3
R
Year:
2011
101 min
107 Views


the boyfriend killed the aunt

and killed himself.

- Some sort of murder-suicide thing.

- And the father?

There is no father.

Take a look for yourself.

The lot across the street had a camera.

- You see anyone else?

- No.

There were witnesses outside.

Nothing landed but the window he shot out.

Bartender said he saw her

talking to another guy.

Okay, then find me that guy.

Because right now,

the only guy is right there.

And guess what?

The last victim was dissected.

Same MO as his ex-girlfriend.

Do you think that's a coincidence?

No, but I think you're being

a little too personal on this one, Ed.

Come on, it's Hicks. I know the guy.

He's not a killer.

Fine. Let's just get your boyfriend

off the streets,

so he doesn't get himself into more trouble.

Yes, may I speak to Anne Brighton, please?

My condolences.

Sorry to have bothered you.

They're beautiful, aren't they?

They're killers.

No one's gonna want to mess with them.

I guess not.

What do you want to be

when you grow up, James?

I don't know.

- Astronaut.

- Really? That's cool.

Are you angry at somebody, James?

I get angry, too, sometimes.

Hell, I might even want to get even

with the person who made me angry.

Yeah, I could hurt them really bad.

You could,

but then you'd be as bad as they are.

I bet if some guy were trying to kill you,

you'd kill him first.

Protect my family. Yeah, I guess I would.

Yeah.

I probably won't be an astronaut.

Don't say that, James.

You could be anything you wanna be.

- I'm really good at math.

- See? There you go.

You could be a scientist

or a programmer, an inventor, even.

Yeah, right. Like I'll have a chance.

I live in a f***ing group-home

orphanage, remember?

- Come on, man. Don't say that.

- It's true. You want me to lie?

No, I don't.

The penguins like it better when I lie.

- The penguins?

- Stupid nuns.

"No, Sister, I didn't break the window."

"Yes, Sister, I did my homework."

They're just...

James, let me ask you something.

You ever seen this man before?

- No.

- Are you sure?

- You really think I could be an inventor?

- Of course I do.

I could build a space ship

that travels really fast.

Like, faster than the speed of light.

So fast that it gets to where it's going

before it ever left in the first place,

ending up in the past.

- A time machine.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

I could go back to the past, fix my life.

What do you mean, fix your life?

No, I feel like such a ball head.

I don't know if that goes there or not.

So, how did it go?

It was

all right.

- Louis is pretty cool.

- Pretty cool.

Thanks.

You're welcome, James.

It was nice hanging out with you.

All right, James, time for dinner.

No, I want to show Louis something.

Come on.

This your bed?

So, you wanted to show me something?

I don't know.

I've never shown this to anyone.

It's secret.

But we're friends, right?

Yes. Yes, we are.

Promise not to tell anyone.

Especially the penguins.

Okay.

Cross your heart and hope to die.

I do.

Cross my heart...

Cross my heart...

...and hope to die.

...and hope to die.

Okay.

The reason I wanted to go to the zoo

is because

I make my own zoos.

They're personal and private to me,

but I'll show you them

if you promise you'll come back and visit.

Okay, I promise.

You're too late.

I made it myself.

No one helped me.

James, these animals are dead.

You hurt them.

You don't understand. I made this myself.

Forget it! I knew

I shouldn't have shown you! I knew it!

No, I'm glad you showed me. It's just...

Get out of here! Get out of here! I hate you!

Why'd you come? You're not my friend!

No, I am your friend. It's just, sometimes,

friends have to say things

that are difficult to hear.

F*** you! F*** you, f***er! I hate you!

- What's wrong? What's going on?

- He tried to hurt me!

- He tried to touch me!

- No. No, I...

He tried to touch me here,

like my other parents did.

- No. No, I didn't.

- Make him leave!

I know. This is just something he says

because he gets attention for saying it.

Now I really think you should go.

Do you know what he has in there?

You promised! You swore!

Hope to die! Hope to die!

No, I'm sorry, James. I'm sorry.

- You should go.

- I'm sorry.

It's okay. It's okay.

- Kayla?

- I ran more tests.

- And?

- I got the lab to myself,

but only for the next hour.

You've got to see this. It's insane.

I'm on my way.

Well, the tests were consistent.

The DNA and the bloody fingerprint

matches the blood on the cloth you gave me.

- So it's the same person?

- Absolutely.

But here's the crazy thing.

It's the cloth itself.

I've never seen a weave structure

like this before.

You should take a look.

Here, that's the sample you gave me.

Go ahead.

Okay, I can see it.

Now watch this.

When I apply the heat lamp,

the strands actually expand.

And when I take it away, they contract.

Cloth that reacts to temperature.

Is that military?

I have no idea.

But whoever invented this

could make a fortune.

Unless it hasn't been invented yet.

I could build a space ship.

Ending up in the past.

A time machine.

Thanks, Kayla.

Well, the tests were consistent.

The DNA and the bloody fingerprint

matches the blood on the cloth you gave me.

- So it's the same person?

- Absolutely.

I could go back to the past, fix my life.

Why are you doing this?

I'm just putting things right.

Oh, sh*t!

This is Gordon.

It's me, Gordo.

Where the f*** are you?

Man, it doesn't matter.

What matters is that I figured it out.

It's pretty insane, but I figured it out, Gordo.

Yeah. Right, right. Are you okay?

What if you thought a little boy was a killer?

What are you talking about?

We thought the fingerprint from the journal

was the killer's.

It's not. It's the kid's.

It matches because the kid is the killer.

The killer's DNA matches the kid's exactly.

The guy wears cloth

that hasn't been invented yet.

And the piece of paper from his journal,

well, it's dated 20 years from now.

It all makes sense. That's why

he's always one step ahead of me.

It's the kid's older self. Do you get it?

He's travelling through time,

and he's gonna kill again tomorrow, Gordo.

- You hear me?

- Yeah.

- He's gonna kill again.

- Louis. Louis,

you know I'm here for you, right, pal?

I will always be here for you.

You son of a b*tch.

What?

Tracing the call. You son of a...

Louis, Louis! You got it?

Not an exact pinpoint,

but we got the general area.

He's 20 to 50 miles up north on Route 14.

Let's go. Everyone, come on, get out there.

Let's go.

F***.

Hi. Sorry, but you're listed,

and I needed to talk.

Of course.

You've had a hell of a day.

He's a very troubled boy. Don't fool yourself.

- Can I offer you a drink?

- Yes, please.

Do you think people are born evil,

or does the world make them that way?

That's a big question.

I think people are basically good.

Evil's an accident.

An error. An error of growing up

that causes people

to make the wrong choices

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