Campton Manor (2024)

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[DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYS]

[FUNKY HIP-HOP BEAT LAYERS IN]

[TARIQ] Previously on Ghost...

Mecca is dead.

His drugs belong to me.

It seems y'all can't keep Noma

happy so I'm your new boss now.

- Nah. No.

- [DIANA] Do you think

- Monet had Papi k*lled?

- When I brought it up to her,

she threatened to k*ll me.

What's stoppin' her from killin' us too?

I found out last night that

Saxe is working with the feds.

I'm sorry, but I can't ask

for protection for you now.

[DIANA] Tariq, what about Effie?

[TARIQ] We broke up.

Effie Morales, you are under arrest.

What the f*ck? What f*cking for?

[BLANCA] Attempted m*rder.

[JENNY] You stated that

Ms. Morales kidnapped you

and pushed you into an icy river?

That is what you told me to say.

[MAN] They played you.

I'm pullin' the plug.

This is done.

- Junior.

- Mom?

This, uh, came for you in the mail.

[YOUNG] It's from that lawyer,

Cooper Saxe.

It's time for Monet to go.

D, what are you asking me right now?

[DIANA] Put two through

the window and drive off.

I'll tell Dru and Cane

I never saw the k*ller's face.

- [TIRES SQUEALING]

- [g*nf*re]

Ma.

You tried to k*ll our mother.

- You almost k*lled me too.

- Anya Covington.

Your daughter.

I got people with eyes on her.

Perhaps you've flown

too close to the sun, luv.

[TARIQ] Yo, what the f*ck did you do?

I told Noma that you were

threatening her daughter.

This b*tch.

Been wanting to do this for a long time.

[DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING]

♪ ♪

[BRAYDEN] I think I took

one of those f*ck out.

[TARIQ] Yo, B, what the f*ck?

How did you know?

[BRAYDEN] Obi called me.

Something about green cards.

What do we do now?

Man, I don't know.

I think we just started

a f*cking w*r though.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[SINGER] ♪ They say this is

A big, rich town ♪

♪ I just come from The poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life

I gotta make it ♪

♪ This is where it goes down ♪

♪ I just happen To come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or ill*gal, baby

I gotta make it ♪

[50 CENT] ♪ I never took

A straight path nowhere ♪

♪ Life's full Of twists and turns ♪

♪ Bumps and bruises I live, I learn ♪

♪ I'm from that city full of

Yellow Cabs and skyscrapers ♪

♪ It's hard to get a start

In these parts without paper ♪

♪ Homie, I grew up in hell ♪

♪ A block away from heaven ♪

♪ That corner every 15 minutes

They moving seven ♪

♪ Pure snow Bag it then watch it go ♪

♪ Occupational options

Get some blow or some h*s ♪

♪ sh**t the ball or the strap

Learn to rap or to jack ♪

♪ f*ck it, man, in the meantie

Go ahead and pump a pack ♪

♪ This my regal royal flow

My James Bond bounce ♪

♪ That 007 That's 62 on my count ♪

♪ I'm a undercover liar

I lie under the covers ♪

♪ Look a b*tch in the eyes and

Tell her, "Baby, I love you" ♪

♪ "You're my inspiration

You're my motivation" ♪

♪ "You're the reason that I'm

Moving with no hesitation" ♪

[SINGER] ♪ They say this is

A big, rich town ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I just come from The poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life

I gotta make it ♪

♪ This is where it goes down ♪

- ♪ Ohh ♪

- ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I just happen To come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or ill*gal, baby

I gotta make it ♪

♪ ♪

[MUSIC FADES]

They got away.

Your incompetence will anger Noma.

That'll be overshadowed

by your disloyalty.

- My what?

- I know about the green cards.

That's why you allowed that kid...

- What the f*ck happened here?

- They let Brayden in

and allowed Ebony and Ivory to get away.

f*ck. These little shits

are starting to annoy me.

- [DRAMATIC HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS]

- ♪ I'm hanging with K*llers ♪

[GROANING]

♪ Don't respond to sh*t With Von... ♪

[CANE] f*ck!

- Here. Let me help you.

- Get the f*ck off me!

Where's my f*ck' g*n at?

Cane, you're bleeding really bad.

This n*gga Tariq shot my mom.

The m*therf*cker's dead.

♪ "He talking about me

In 'Pissed Me Off'" ♪

♪ And I'm like, "Yes"

If you feel some type of way ♪

♪ You better slide and get revenge ♪

♪ k*ller man, switches on me

All face shots ♪

♪ We changing dental plans

All fast cars ♪

♪ Make it skrrt

We don't do rental vans... ♪

I cannot f*cking believe we got away.

- So what's the plan?

- These m*therf*ckers, man.

These m*therf*ckers

set me up, man. f*ck!

Noma. Cane.

f*cking Dru, Diana.

That snake b*tch Effie.

And I know they're all lookin'

out for their f*ck' selves.

Hey, you're not hearing me, Riq.

We need somewhere to go, okay?

I planned this as far

as getting us outta here.

Yeah, well, I hadn't planned

for a f*cking w*r, B.

So what, that's it? We're f*cked?

[SIGHS]

Riq.

[MUSIC FADES]

Listen. I need everyone to be

crystal clear about this.

My Tariq problem gets solved today.

He knows too much about me.

Diana, Dru, you should know

a weak point to exploit.

If not, find one. Cane...

Listen, lady, I don't need

a f*ck' pep talk, okay?

Agreed. You need a f*cking doctor.

One will be at your penthouse shortly.

I need the casualties

on their end, not mine.

- I'll drive him.

- Do that.

Afterwards, I want you out

on the streets as well.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]

You were f*cking Tariq, right?

- Um...

- Then yeah,

you should be able to find him.

- Noma, our mother...

- I know Monet is of concern,

but this has to be your priority.

Understood?

Understood.

Got some bread stashed in here?

I guess that's the next best thing.

Yeah. I got a play for us.

I'm listening.

I wasn't bluffing when I said I had eyes

on Noma's daughter Anya.

Well, you think Noma was bluffing?

I bet she had an army take her away.

It couldn't happen that fast.

Okay, well, then she has an army

waiting to take her away.

- f*ck that idea.

- Listen, man. An hour ago,

I had everything set for me. All right?

Life, school, my family was always safe.

I'm not lettin' nobody

take that sh*t from me, B.

Now, if Anya's the only thing

that Noma gives a f*ck about,

we take her and we take

the upper hand, that's it.

Wait, what?

You know that sounds

f*cking crazy, right?

You asked for a plan, B!

That's my f*cking plan.

What, you have anywhere to go?

You have anyone in your

family that can help us?

I thought so.

♪ ♪

[SIGHS]

f*ck it. Where's Anya at?

[DRAMATIC HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS]

[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]

[VIBRATES, CALL PICKS UP]

[TARIQ] Hey, yo, Pinky.

You still got eyes on Anya?

Yeah, they're on the move.

She has luggage.

I'll keep following, but you

better hurry before she's gone.

♪ ♪

We just got publicly curb stomped

and you wanna ask for more?

You out your damn mind?

- We can't give up.

- Who gave up?

St. Patrick beat us at every turn,

the bosses wanna cut their losses,

and Jenny abandoned ship

to go chase mob guys.

It's over, Agent Young.

I found a new way in

with Saxe's jump drive.

Tariq St. Patrick and Councilman Tate

are connected to expedited

green cards for an Obi Okeke.

If the jump drive

from crooked-a*s Saxe was solid,

it woulda worked already.

Some work that I did on my own

that I'm still doing

could reveal a bigger drug conspiracy.

Agent Young!

Do you think I'm happy we're

letting a f*cking k*ller walk?

It goes against every fiber of my being.

But this office is done with this case.

- [IN SPANISH]

- _

[IN ENGLISH] And if you want

a career that's worth a damn,

you'll be done with it too.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]

f*ck it.

♪ ♪

Yo, you drivin' slow as sh*t.

Make this left.

Can you calm the f*ck down?

Just hurry up and drop me off

so you can... [GROANS]

you can do whatever it is

you do, like you always do.

Wow. Whatever, bro.

You are always on bullshit.

'Cause Effie always gonna

look out for Effie, right?

Cane!

I know it was you that

sent me that phone

to warn me when I was locked up.

Yeah, you're f*ck' welcome.

I'm just not used to people

lookin' out for me, okay?

You were tryin' to help me

and I pushed you away.

Is this you saying sorry?

Make this right up here.

This isn't the way to your place.

'Cause we're goin' to

the f*ck' Westons'.

Yo, what the f*ck is you doing?

Are you f*cking crazy?

- The Westons'?

- Listen,

these m*therf*ckers is gonna tell me

where Dumb and Dumber's at, all right?

Is you comin' or what?

f*ck no.

Just what I thought. I'll f*ck' walk.

Cane.

Cane!

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

[GASPS SOFTLY]

[MONITOR BEEPING]

[NURSE] Multiple g*nsh*t wounds

to the abdomen and legs.

[CONVERSATION CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]

[DOCTOR] b*llet fragments

lodged in the femoral artery

have to be extracted.

[NURSE] Yes, doctor.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN OPERATING ROOM]

Nah.

Nah. Hell no.

Hell no!

I ain't goin' out like this.

How the f*ck did this happen?

'Cause you're slipping, Nay-Nay.

Well, hey, you're not dead. Yet.

But I don't know

what you're fighting it for.

I mean, your whole life has just been

one f*cked-up decision after the next,

starting with leaving me.

Where the f*ck am I?

You didn't tell her yet, did you?

No. Figured we'd do that together.

You're dying, Mo.

And we get a front-row seat.

Now that's some bullshit.

f*ck you, and f*ck you.

I didn't want life wit' your asses

and I damn sure don't want

hell wit' you either.

[LAUGHS] This b*tch.

No f*ck' remorse.

Yeah, I don't know if that

attitude is gonna help you, Mo.

[MECCA] Mm.

[LORENZO] Can you give us

one reason, just one,

why you should live?

[MUSIC FADES]

Okay.

Okay. Uh, yeah, thank you.

Ma's in surgery.

They're gonna keep us updated.

If Monet wakes up

and starts asking questions,

we're f*cking dead.

It's either her or us.

Maybe we were wrong, Dru.

I knew some bullshit

was goin' on wit' you.

Ma is in the hospital

fighting for her life

because she sacrificed herself

to save me.

Forget about the fact she kept

you in the f*ck' life

and that's why that sh*t

happened in the first place.

Forget about the fact

she made me k*ll Gordo.

Forget all that sh*t.

She k*lled Papi.

I know, Dru.

Wasn't it you who said

she can't get away with that?

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

Tariq is the only one

who knows what we did.

We take him out. That's it.

We have to get to him first.

I can't believe we're doing this.

She doesn't need to know she's

getting kidnapped, all right?

If Brayden wants his sister

back, then he'll come to us,

and then we take out Tariq.

Hey, Diana. Dru.

Becca, um...

I'm sorry to tell you this, but...

Brayden's in trouble.

What do you mean? What happened?

He owes some money to some bad people

so he reached out

to my brothers for help.

And now we're gonna go help him.

You should roll with us.

- I-I better call my parents.

- No.

It's better we fix this for Brayden

before we get your family involved.

Yeah. Come on. I'm just parked outside.

[HESITANTLY] Okay.

[DARK, FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING]

[WHISPERS] f*ck.

There's no way we're getting to her.

Let's get the f*ck outta here.

And be on the run for the rest

of our f*ck' lives, B?

Look, we're outmanned

and we're outgunned.

So that's why we gotta outthink 'em.

Hop in the truck right there.

- This is f*ck' crazy.

- Come the f*ck on!

Ms. Covington.

There better be a manicurist onboard

or I'm losing my sh*t.

Well, u-unfortunately, your

mother requested the jet last minute.

Hey, if you could just not...

Look, I just need...

[LOUD MUSIC PLAYS IN HEADPHONES]

Okay.

["START A RIOT" BY DUCKWRTH

AND SHABOOZEY PLAYS]

♪ Who in here tryin' to start a riot? ♪

[MAN] There's a car comin' at us!

♪ Who in here tryin' to start a riot? ♪

[SONG MUTES, PLAYS IN HEADPHONES]

[VOLUME INCREASES] ♪ Who in here

Tryin' to start a riot? ♪

♪ So high up I can see the flow ♪

- ♪ Down he go ♪

- ♪ Down ♪

♪ It's a plane, it's a UFO ♪

♪ Find the flow, let me know ♪

♪ If you bump that action

It don't matter ♪

♪ Just let me know-ow, know ♪

♪ Make way ♪

♪ I'm comin' through with

My crew to make 'em pay ♪

[MUTED] ♪ I don't need no super suit ♪

[UNMUTED] ♪ I'm feelin' brave ♪

♪ Don't be a hero

Turn around and walk away ♪

♪ Who in here tryin' to starta Bang ♪

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[BRAYDEN] f*ck! They got away with her.

At least that's a few less

m*therf*ckers after us.

Come on.

♪ ♪

♪ Who in here tryin' to start a... ♪

What the f*ck was that?

Huh? They almost got her.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Get out.

Everyone! Get the f*ck out of my house!

Dickheads.

Hurry up!

Anya'll be here any f*cking minute.

Did you not f*cking hear me?

This bloodshed has risked

everything we've built.

Don't f*cking lecture me

on what I've built.

What I'm saying

is that the situation has... escalated.

I don't want you exposed.

What, you think I do? Huh?

You think I wanna be exposed?

Mecca was supposed to be on

the frontlines for me.

But he's no longer available now, is he?

No.

What, you think I wanna be here?

Huh? You think I want Anya

in the middle of this sh*t?

I can't have those pissants

running around freely.

They've been privy to too much.

[SIGHS] f*ck!

Let me take care of this for you.

You don't need to carry

these burdens alone.

Mecca is long gone, but...

I'm here. Hm?

Let me help you.

Please.

[GRUNTS]

Think with the head that's useful!

They went after my f*cking daughter.

Put $100,000 on Tariq

and Brayden's heads.

Spread the word.

Now!

f*ck' idiot.

Darling. Sweetheart, you're here.

Yeah. First, you say I have

to get out of the city.

Then I get pulled off the runway

and brought here.

Like, what the f*ck, Mom?

- Anya, some in this world...

- Wish us harm.

They envy us. Danger.

Blah, blah, blah. Like...

So you didn't see anything amiss today?

No. They just kept rushing me around.

Well, that's for the best, darlin'.

Ma, what the hell is up?

Anya, you know what happened

to your father.

Yeah. How could I forget?

I can't get that image of his dead body

lying there alone

with a b*llet in his head...

- Anya, don't be gruesome.

- Mom, Daddy would not want me

to live my life

like some scared little rabbit,

surrounded by your

monosyllabic bodyguards.

That is your choice. Not mine.

I-I-I want a new start.

- Dad wanted that for me.

- Yeah.

Your father's trust fund.

You wanna blow millions.

- It's my money.

- Not until you turn 21, dear.

Look, NYU was to be your focus.

Now, if the choice is money or school,

I say focus on your studies.

Okay, so maybe don't pull me out

of school

and ship me off somewhere for no reason.

Anya, there was a credible threat.

Who? What? Why?

Why can't you just listen to me?

Look, I hear what you're saying...

but I wonder what you're not telling me.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[POUNDING ON DOOR]

[GRUNTS] Oh, f*ck.

What the f*ck, man?

What the hell are you doing here?

- Now that's just f*ck' rude.

- What the f*ck?

[GRUNTING] f*ck!

- [GRUNTS]

- Stop! Stop. Please, stop.

- Stop. Please stop.

- "Please"?

At least someone in this

f*cked-up family got some manners.

Get over here. Get the f*ck over here!

- Where's Brayden?

- I don't know.

- You don't f*ck' know?

- [GRUNTS]

Leave us out of whatever mess he's in.

I called the police.

They're on their way.

Listen. Figure out where he is

before I k*ll your other f*ck' son.

You hear me? You f*ck' hear me?

No! f*ck!

I'd tell you if I knew where he was,

but I don't. That's the truth.

Please! Brayden's life

has nothing to do with us.

Just leave us alone. Get off my son!

Cane!

k*lling them won't do sh*t because

they don't know where the f*ck they are.

- Do you?

- No.

We don't.

Please. Just go.

We won't tell the police anything.

We gotta get the f*ck outta here.

- [PANTING]

- We gotta get outta here.

[CANE] Fine.

- [PAINED MOANING]

- f*ck it.

[COUGHING]

[TENSE, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[COUGHING, CHOKING]

[MUSIC FADES]

Man, that sh*t didn't f*ck' work.

We gotta figure out our next plan, B.

Got enough bread to get outta town?

[SIGHS] Nah.

- You think Davis could help?

- I mean, possibly.

m*therf*cker probably deals with

sh*t like this all the time.

- [CELL PHONE VIBRATES]

- Hello?

- [BECCA] He tell you why?

- [DIANA] He didn't say.

- I just know he told my bro...

- My family's been through enough

and now Brayden's in trouble?

I mean, I don't really know

how much more...

I know you hear that.

I got your sister.

We'll be at Pier 90.

You and Tariq show up,

you get Becca back.

If not... I'm killin' her.

- Dru!

- [CALL ENDS]

- What the f*ck is going on?

- Dru has Becca!

sh*t!

Wait. Think this sh*t through.

All right? This could be

a f*ck' setup, B.

- I gotta get my sister, Riq.

- Let's call Davis

and see what he would do, Brayden.

They're at Pier 90.

You gettin' in or not?

Come the f*ck on, bro.

Think about this sh*t. Brayden!

[ENGINE STARTS]

Brayden!

[TENSE, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

f*ck!

- [SIGHS]

- [LINE RINGS]

Davis, answer the f*ck' phone,

man. Please.

- [MELLOW HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS]

- [PHONE VIBRATES]

Hey, been waitin' on you

to get this party started.

All right, no phones.

I need all hands on deck.

- Told you he was fun.

- Your phone's buzzing.

Not more than you, baby.

All right. Let me wrap this up

and then I'll wrap you two up.

MacLean.

Davis, I need some f*ck' help.

All right? Noma, Effie.

Even the f*ck' Tejadas

are all workin' against me.

- They turned on me.

- Let me stop you right there,

my troubled young brother,

with some bad news.

- I'm no longer your lawyer.

- What the f*ck, Davis?

I got a letter today from the bar.

Apparently I'm in some trouble.

Just a side step.

But representation is on hold

- till I can clear it up.

- Listen, Davis,

I don't need a f*ck' lawyer

right now, all right?

You don't understand.

My attorney-client privileges

have been suspended.

So, uh, anything you say right now is...

Davis, I just need some f*ck' help!

I just need you to have my back!

This is me havin' your back, Tariq.

Be safe, little brother.

[SIGHS]

[PAINED GROANING]

About f*ck' time.

Blame the b*llet, not me.

[PANTING]

This'll make your arm numb

for about an hour.

You won't be able to use it.

I'm concerned about your blood loss.

You need to stay in and rest.

Recuperate.

Yeah, I'll make sure I do that.

I'm not supposed to say too much

under these circumstances but...

you're lucky to be alive.

You know what happens

to most g*nsh*t victims?

I mean, the odds of survival...

Hey man, I know what f*ck' b*ll*ts do.

All right. Thank you, doctor.

Appreciate it.

[SIGHING]

Your mom is tough as f*ck.

- She's gonna make it.

- Yeah, and how you know that?

Because I know how stubborn

you Tejadas are.

The b*ll*ts don't stand a chance.

Hm. Yeah, right.

You know, your lies

don't match your face.

You sayin' that like being

real's a bad f*cking thing.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

I'm not even gonna go there with you.

Thank you.

For, you know, getting me back here.

Don't read too deep into it.

I'm not.

I'm just...

[PAINED GRUNTING]

What's wrong?

What is it?

It's my face matching with my lies.

- Yeah.

- You dumbass.

Why you actin' like you

don't care about me, huh?

[TENDER MUSIC PLAYS]

What the f*ck was that?

This is stupid.

Yeah, so f*ck' stupid.

You tryin' to distract me?

Hm?

You know we gotta dead Tariq, right?

I know.

So let's go.

♪ ♪

- [MELLOW HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS]

- [DIANA] Hello?

What?

Yes, yes. I'll head to the hospital now.

[CALL DISCONNECTS]

Dru, Ma's surgery had

some complications.

We gotta get over there.

We can't. Not with her.

[DIANA] Dru, it's our mother.

You wanna go to the hospital so bad?

Take a f*cking cab.

You're a f*cking as*h*le, you know that?

Uh, what's going on?

My mom's in the hospital.

I have to Uber to go see her.

You... You'll be fine. Dru's got you.

Don't worry. I'll make sure

you get to Brayden.

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

You know what?

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

I'm just figuring this sh*t out.

Y'all are here to tell me

lies about myself.

That I did this, that, and the third.

Y'all don't know sh*t about my life.

Yo' a*s was in jail

when I was holding it down

and yo' a*s was a mistake

that made me a survivor.

Now I'm about to tune

both of y'all dumb asses out.

I ain't dying today.

Stubborn-a*s b*tch

right to the end, huh?

- Same problem I had.

- Mm.

But your life is gonna get cut short

before you can right your wrongs.

m*therf*cker, you k*lled Zeke!

That sh*t is unforgivable!

And you did what you always do.

Added hurt on hurt.

You took away your children's father.

Well now, to be fair, Zo, she has

been hurting her kids since birth.

Got 'em losing their souls

to these streets.

Look, I didn't get us

in this street sh*t.

But I damn sure made us survive it.

You been telling yourself

that lie for so long

you're beginning to believe

in your own bullshit.

- Hmm.

- Think about it.

I wasn't there when this drug operation

really took off, now was I?

This is all you.

But you wanted it all for yourself.

And you didn't give a f*ck

about your kids, now did you?

Everything I did, I did for our family!

k*lling me? That was for our family?

Oh, and abandoning Zeke,

that was totally for family.

[MONITOR BEEPS]

[MONITOR FLATLINES]

[GASPS] I'm not dying today.

- [NURSE] BP is dropping.

- f*ck that. I'm not dying today!

You know what I'm gonna

love the most about this?

Is that you don't get to hurt

our kids anymore.

Looks like you're finally getting

what you f*ck' deserve.

[FLATLINE TONE CONTINUES]

So, yeah, I'm trying to get

this case off the ground,

officially.

_

[IN ENGLISH] What makes

this case so complicated?

I... I can loop all the players

into a conspiracy

- but my bosses won't touch it.

- Hm.

But I have a plan to convince

one of the targets

that his only hope of avoiding

prison is to cooperate.

Isn't that a lie?

I can make the lie true if he flips.

It's a Hail Mary, but...

it's... it's worth a shot to take our...

run at Tariq St. Patrick.

[DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING]

St. Patrick? Are you serious?

Ma, I know what you're thinking...

No, you know what

that family did to your aunt.

That's exactly why I won't let this go.

Please, baby. You're all I have left.

I'm not gonna do anything dangerous

like Titi Angela did, okay?

_

[SIGHS]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

[SHIP HORN BLARES IN DISTANCE]

Brayden isn't far.

I'm just gonna call my dad then.

What? No. No, uh... Nah.

Brayden didn't want that.

Well, then I'll just call Brayden.

Becca, don't... don't f*ck' do that.

- What the f*ck are you doing?!

- Stop, okay?

- What the f*ck?

- Give me the f*cking phone.

- Give me the f*cking phone!

- Get off me!

- Get...

- [YELLS]

Get away from me!

- f*ck!

- [COUGHING]

[GROANING]

f*ck' b*tch!

[TENSE, OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]

- [COUGHING]

- [TIRES SQUEALING]

f*ck!

Becca!

- What the f*ck?

- You okay?

- I'm fine.

- Where's Dru?

I-I don't know.

[TIRES SQUEALING]

- [GLASS CRUNCHING]

- [TIRES SQUEALING]

[TENSE, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

[PAINED GROANING]

[GRUNTING]

[GASPS]

What the f*ck is Monet gonna do

when she figures out

your little plan, huh?

[g*nshots RICOCHET]

What the f*ck is Cane gonna do?

[BRAYDEN] Riq, get in the f*ck' car!

[FLATLINE TONE]

[DOCTOR PANTING] No pulse.

We're losing her.

[AIR PUFFING]

[FLATLINE TONE CONTINUES]

Do something. This is some bullshit.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]

Oh, my baby.

You broke my heart, Monet.

I can't do this.

Not with you, Zeke. I can't.

You never made it right between us.

Maybe I would have, but...

you died.

Before that.

It hurt like hell giving you away.

But it was the right thing

to do. I was so young.

"I, I, I, I."

It's all about you.

You used me.

I was your escape plan.

You... you shoulda just

left me in North Carolina.

[CRIES] Baby, I'm...

I got you caught up in

all this sh*t and I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. You know that, right?

What's that matter to me?

It matters to me.

It matters to me. Please.

Give me a second chance.

To do right by Cane, Dru,

and Diana. Please. Please.

You really think you deserve

a second chance?

No.

But I want one anyway.

Please let me do right by my kids.

Please.

It ain't up to me.

Well, can you forgive me?

Can you forgive me, Zeke?

I'm... I'm so sorry.

♪ ♪

"Multiple conflicts of interest"?

That amounts to being

a damn f*cking good lawyer.

And I am.

They can't take away

my license for that.

Saxe was a snake in my grass,

you know that.

And if he were alive, he'd be disbarred.

[SIGHS] Oh, no.

No, I'm not letting anyone

take away the license

my brother sacrificed

his f*ck' life for.

Not happening!

- [BREATHING HEAVILY]

- [FOOTSTEPS ECHOING]

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]

Uh, look here.

Somethin' just popped up. I gotta go.

- [DOOR OPENS]

- [g*n c*ck]

I see you know why I'm here.

You ain't the first m*therf*cker

to run up in here with a g*n.

Why don't you make a profit for yourself

by giving up Tariq St. Patrick?

- I don't give up my clients.

- Hm. How refreshing.

- A lawyer with a conscience.

- Hm.

You know, if my arm gets tired,

I'm just gonna sh**t you

to end this sh*t.

You're being shortsighted here, luv.

I could be your ally.

I'm really good to my friends.

- Is that right?

- Yeah.

Just give up the little guys?

Well, there's a $100,000 bounty

on each of their heads.

Easiest retainer you'll ever have...

sweetheart.

If you knew me,

you'd know how much I hate to say this.

f*ck your money... luv.

Ah.

I hope this won't be a decision

that you come to regret,

Mr. MacLean.

I don't do regrets.

You all have a nice day.

[DOOR SHUTS]

Gotta change those f*ck' locks.

[MUSIC FADES]

Becca! Oh my God, what happened?

Dad, I'm okay. I'm okay. Okay.

Dad, I'm sorry this happened.

Your drug dealing. Is that it?

Look, I-I just wanna go inside.

Can we figure this out later?

It's settled already.

Leave.

- Don't ever come back.

- Hey, don't say that to him.

This is how and whom

he wants to live like.

- Then go be that.

- Hey, Dad, I need help.

- Tariq and I...

- I don't think you get it.

Your brother was near beaten to death

because those th*gs came here

looking for you.

- Wait, what? They came here?

- Look at your sister.

Those jungle bunnies turned you into

a f*cking little white monkey.

You're not my son.

- f*ck' r*cist piece of sh*t.

- Dad, that's your son.

Not anymore.

Okay, f*ck this f*ck' family.

[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]

[CELL PHONE VIBRATES]

Get the f*ck outta New York.

- Now you wanna talk.

- What can I say?

I got a soft spot for the underdog.

Noma put 100k on your head.

- 100k?

- Each.

Your problem got bigger.

- f*ck.

- You need to f*ck' run.

- You got any money stashed away?

- [SIGHS]

I mean, I got a bag

at Stansfield I can go grab.

Good. Get it, get gone.

And call me when you're somewhere safe.

- All right. Good lookin', Davis.

- Stay alive, little brother.

- [CALL DISCONNECTS]

- [SIGHS]

This f*ck' b*tch Noma put 100k

on our heads, bro.

Each.

I got a bag at Stansfield

we can go grab.

They could be there waiting for us.

Yes, that's possible, but...

B, it's the only f*cking chance we got.

We get the money, we get

the f*ck outta here and...

What? What?

Nothing.

[EXHALES]

f*ck, B. I'm sorry I got you into this.

- I came back for you.

- I'm talking about everything.

All this bullshit.

This f*ck' game, bro.

I mean, you was right.

You shouldn't wanna be me, bro.

- I didn't mean that, Riq.

- I mean,

just think about it

for one f*cking second.

Just imagine life outside of this game

that we're f*cking stuck in.

Just imagine us just living like...

like two normal college kids for once.

What, like finals and f*cking

would be our only worries?

Yeah, sh*t like that, bro.

Doesn't that sound

so f*cking good right now?

[SIGHS] Facts.

[SIGHS]

You know what, Riq?

f*ck what happened before.

You're the only family

I got left, for real.

Where you go, I go. That's it.

I feel like if there was ever

a time for the handshake,

it'd be now. I mean,

I know you feel it too. Like...

[LAUGHING SOFTLY]

We're gonna get the f*ck

outta this sh*t, man.

f*ck' right, we are.

- [MONITOR BEEPS STEADILY]

- [SOMBER, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]

They got the b*ll*ts out,

but Monet is in a coma.

You know what to do if she wakes up.

Smother her a*s with a f*ck' pillow.

Dru.

We got to see it

all the way through, Diana.

Becca got away, Tariq got away.

He said he would tell Monet

everything when she wakes up.

If you k*ll her,

that solves half our f*cking problem.

[CAR ALARM BLARING]

[CAR HORN HONKS]

- [MUSIC FADES]

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER NEARBY]

What's up, fellas?

Okay. f*ck you then too.

Hope y'all having a bad day.

- What's up with that sh*t?

- Excuse me? Hey, um...

have you seen Tariq St. Patrick?

- Uh, yeah, I don't...

- Uh, white girl,

don't point the police to a Black man.

What makes you think I'm a cop?

I mean, is there anything about

you that doesn't say cop?

[LAUGHS]

All right, whatever you say.

- Mm-hm. Thought so.

- How'd you know?

You gotta learn how to read

these m*therf*ckers, girl.

[SCOFFS] Let's go.

Can you teach me?

[CELL PHONE VIBRATES]

Look at this. 100k each

for Tariq and Brayden.

Need the money for

your school sh*t, right?

Hey, Effie. Is, uh, Tariq

in trouble or something?

- I don't know.

- Hm.

Well, the cops was just asking about him

but I ain't tell 'em that he was here.

Tariq's here?

Yeah. Uh, you're Diana's brother, right?

Gotta go.

Why do I even bother being polite

to rude-a*s m*therf*ckers?

Check this out. That 200k is ours.

I'ma let Noma know.

[GIRL SCOFFS]

[SENT MESSAGE NOTIFICATION]

["TALKIN' ABOUT" BY TOO MANY ZOOZ PLAYS]

[CELL PHONE VIBRATES]

[CELL PHONE VIBRATES]

♪ I got the sauce ♪

♪ Trippy taking pictures

Then delete that ♪

♪ When your n*gga start

To ask or keep me in tags ♪

♪ sh*t still, pop pills

Piling up the beaker ♪

♪ Till it's leaking Out the bag ♪

♪ I ain't even gotta brag ♪

♪ Blew 'em out the race again ♪

♪ White boy back to snatching

n*gga's chains again ♪

♪ Brrrrrdang ya main and swang

Back to playing the fence ♪

♪ If I ain't hit it, then I hit

'Em with a change of plans ♪

♪ My plane playing leap of faith ♪

♪ Before I'm jumpingin the audience ♪

♪ I bought a couple dutches

That'll suffice for t*rd ♪

♪ My target turn to a toss up

When every broad I pick up ♪

♪ Stirring up a ruckus cussing

Fussing in the arguments ♪

♪ Uh, wash it down with Crown

Drowning town to town ♪

♪ Counting down the miles

Boxing out your sound ♪

♪ Pound for pound with loud

Shotgun ounces down ♪

♪ Plow p-plow-p-plow ♪

♪ I can't show you

What's up in my mind ♪

♪ I can only tell you

What I'm talkin' about ♪

♪ I can't show you

What's up in my mind ♪

♪ I can only tell you

What I'm talkin' about ♪

♪ I can't show you

What's up in my mind ♪

♪ I can only tell you

What I'm talkin' about ♪

♪ I can't show you

What's up in my mind ♪

♪ I can only tell you

What I'm talkin' about ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I can't show you

What's up in my mind ♪

♪ I can only tell you

What I'm talkin' about ♪

♪ I can't show you

What's up in my mind ♪

♪ I can only tell you

What I'm talkin' about ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I can't show you

What's up in my mind ♪

♪ I can only tell you

What I'm talkin' about ♪

♪ I can't show you

What's up in my mind ♪

♪ I can only tell you

What I'm talkin' about ♪

♪ I can't show you

What's up in my mind ♪

- You ready?

- Yeah.

♪ I can't show you

What's up in my mind ♪

♪ I can only tell you

What I'm talkin' about ♪

♪ I can't show you

What's up in my mind ♪

♪ I can only tell you

What I'm talkin' about ♪

[SIGHS]

[CELL PHONE VIBRATES]

- sh*t!

- What is it?

They're here and there's

f*ck' more on the way.

Okay, well, we make a run for it.

We don't know what

we're running into, B.

I mean, f*ck it. It's them or us, right?

[SIGHS] Come on.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

sh*t.

We should be good.

Tariq St. Patrick.

- Who's asking?

- Not asking. I know who you are.

And you're Brayden Weston.

Have a few questions about green cards

for the Okeke family.

Green cards?

I don't know sh*t about no green cards.

And we're actually late,

so if you'll excuse us.

- Very late.

- I've traced your connection

to Obi Okeke

and Okeke's connection to

a woman named Noma Asaju.

It's the piece we couldn't nail before.

I'm guessing... she's your connect.

I really don't know what

the f*ck you talkin' about.

- Hm.

- You readin' my rights?

Exactly. You think you smart and sh*t.

Take after my aunt.

Angela Valdez.

Angela Valdez was your aunt?

Yo, who the f*ck is Angela Valdez?

Federal prosecutor.

She was my dad's b*tch.

Saxe kept a file of everything.

And after I got into the green cards,

I was able to fill in the rest.

You leave now,

I get an arrest warrant for

the large quantities of drugs

you're moving

for Noma's criminal network, hm?

- I know...

- Oh sh*t.

[b*ll*ts RICOCHETING]

[YOUNG] Drop the weapon!

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

[MOUTHING]

- [SILENCED g*nsh*t]

- [g*nsh*t]

[BODY THUDS]

[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

[GRUNTING]

Hey. [GRUNTS] Hey!

Put that g*n down.

You're in enough trouble.

- Tariq, what the f*ck?!

- Calm the f*ck down, B!

He's bluffing, a'ight?

He ain't got no f*cking warrant.

The feds never roll alone.

But still, what are you...

what are you gonna do,

k*ll a federal agent?

I got a plan.

Yeah? Well, I'd love to f*ck' hear it.

I'm taking this hard drive.

Go get the phone off Noma's guy.

- Take his f*ck' phone!

- Okay, okay.

f*ck.

- Come on, come on. Okay!

- Hurry the f*ck up, man.

There's f*cking blood everywhere!

f*ck. Okay, what's the plan?

We about to get some f*ck' leverage.

Call Noma!

[ICE CUBES CLINKING IN GLASS]

We have... a problem.

Yeah, well, that's typical

for today. What is it?

Hey, yo, Noma,

you see this f*ck right here?

This the federal agent that's

been digging in your business.

Show her your badge. You

wanna flash your sh*t, right?

Show her your f*ck' badge!

No idea what you're talking about.

Well, I was bettin' on you

to play the cautious game.

'Cause if you wanna stay

off the federal f*cking radar,

this m*therf*cker has to go.

I can make it happen for you, but...

I need a truce between us

for that to happen.

I'm not entertaining

this bullshit. f*ck off.

Listen, I can have this

evidence uploaded to you ASAP

so you can see for yourself.

But I promise you, Noma,

if this f*ck is alive,

you lose everything.

- I mean that sh*t.

- Tariq, I...

Shut the f*ck up! Shut the f*ck up!

[CALL MUTES]

Why isn't he dead?

We should accept his truce.

- Are you mad?

- If we don't...

we k*ll a college student on his campus

while a federal agent

is either kidnapped or k*lled.

All of law enforcement will be after us.

How is this f*cking possible?

I've been so careful.

With the authorities looking

into Lombardi's m*rder,

we can't risk going back

to Italy, now can we?

All we have is right here.

Can we risk it?

He went after my daughter.

Now that sh*t is unforgivable.

But this kid won't be my undoing.

And when the smoke settles,

I want him, and everything he loves,

k*lled.

[CALL UNMUTES]

You can live for the time being, Tariq.

But I never wanna hear

of you moving product.

Not as much as a f*cking aspirin.

Now that's the price for this truce.

All right, it's done!

[CALL ENDS]

Listen, we gotta find a way

to clean this sh*t up, B.

Yeah. How? It's a f*cking mess, Tariq.

Listen, I got this, all right?

Keep your g*n on him. Come on.

I'll get my prints on the fed's g*n

so it looks like I took out the sh**ter.

Call in a sh**ter, ditch the g*ns

and the money before this f*cking place

is full of cops, all right?

Bet. I'll use a campus phone.

I'll take care of this m*therf*cker.

I'll meet you in the car. Go.

Please. Tariq, you don't wanna do this.

Now, you know your Aunt Angela

was the worst f*cking thing

to ever happen to my dad.

And obviously he wasn't

too good for her either.

Or for you.

[CASING CLATTERS]

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC FADES]

[OPERATOR] Campus security.

- Hi, yes.

- What's your emergency?

Yeah, I wanna report someone

with a weapon on campus.

Do you recognize the person?

Yeah, I couldn't make out

their face but they had a g*n.

- Are you sure it was a g*n?

- Yeah, I heard g*nshots.

Please hurry. I'm scared. Send police.

- Okay.

- We're in the south lot.

All right. We'll send units now.

Thank you.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[CELL PHONES VIBRATING]

f*ck!

How Noma gonna let

this m*therf*cker off the hook?

♪ ♪

f*ck that.

She musta had a good reason for

giving up the price on his head.

f*ck if I care.

I'ma act like I didn't get

the f*ck' text.

Cane, that's...

Noma's f*cking crazy, we don't even...

Shh.

There go the m*therf*cker right there.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]

- Hello?

- Noma just agreed on a truce

and this n*gga Cane is following me.

If he gets too close,

I'ma tell him exactly what

y'all had planned for Monet.

You better f*ck' not!

All right, so if y'all don't want

him to know, stop the n*gga.

I know you on campus. I'll be

at the south parking lot.

f*ck!

[PAINED EXCLAMATIONS]

[MUSIC FADES]

[MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY]

Is my mother gonna pull through?

[SIGHS] It's not my place to say.

Sorry.

It's best you spend some time with her.

[SOFT, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

[SOBS SOFTLY]

I miss you, Ma.

[SNIFFLES]

♪ ♪

Ma?

Nurse!

Nurse! Nurse, I need help.

She's waking up.

[NURSE] On my way.

Ma, I'm right here. Please stay

right here. Stay with me.

- [MUSIC FADES]

- [POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

[CROWD CHATTER]

[WOMAN] Y'all, this is crazy!

[TARIQ] So I saw him go down,

I grabbed the guy's g*n

and did what I had to do

to stop the sh**ter.

[COP] So what you're saying is...

you were able to get the

agent's g*n after he went down

and then return fire on the g*nman?

[TARIQ] Yeah, I mean,

it happened so fast

I just didn't even think about it.

I just know that guy had to be stopped.

Stand down, Cane.

Just spoke to Diana. She said it

wasn't Tariq who shot Monet.

How the f...

Diana said she saw Tariq do it.

And what the f*ck happened to your face?

She's saying she made a mistake.

Ask her when we get

to the hospital, all right?

- Monet just woke up.

- This is bullshit.

And you know it.

But don't worry about it.

I'ma get to the bottom of it.

Get Noma's message?

This sh*t's all over.

We got the message, Dru.

[BRAYDEN] Yeah, we just basically...

We walked through there

and saw all the commotion.

We didn't really know

what was going on, so.

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYS]

Gotta go to the hospital.

[MUSIC DARKENS, TURNS OMINOUS]

[MUSIC FADES]

She's still sleeping. Doctor

thinks she's gonna make it.

- Perfect.

- It's better this way.

You know, I'm not gonna forget

you didn't go through on this.

Dru, it's done. Okay?

We all have to move on, as a family.

[DOOR OPENS]

So some other skinny,

big-head-a*s n*gga shot Moms?

I made a mistake, Cane.

And I don't feel like fighting

while Monet's recovering.

- Yeah.

- [MONET COUGHS]

[MONET] What the f*ck?

[SOFTLY] Oh, kids...

I love y'all.

We love you too, Ma.

You gangsta though.

We knew you'd come through.

Yeah, we need you.

And you'll be back

to your old self in no time.

And everything'll be like it was before.

Who did this sh*t?

We don't know.

Find out.

[SOFT, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

What the f*ck are we gonna do

now that we can't move product?

I don't know, bro.

Maybe it's a good thing.

What the f*ck do you mean

a good thing, B?

You know Noma could just be

waiting for us, right?

Waiting for the right time

to f*cking k*ll us, or my mom.

And look what just happened

to your family.

[SIGHS] Yeah. You're right.

And if Monet recovers,

who knows what kind of sh*t

that's gonna stir up.

That's exactly what I'm talking about.

These m*therf*ckers k*lled us

and left us breathing, bro.

That means no money,

no get-back, nothing.

We're f*cked, man.

What the f*ck are we gonna do?

[BELL TOLLING]

[DRAMATIC, SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]

[MAN] Forgive me, Father,

for I have sinned.

Like the book of Ephesians warns,

I'm filled with bitterness,

wrath, and anger.

[PRIEST] Have you acted on this anger?

No.

No. I hold close to my faith.

[PRIEST] I know how much pain

you've been in since you lost your wife.

[MAN] Denise was not lost.

She was m*rder*d.

[PRIEST] I'm sorry.

I know.

Have you given yourself

enough time to heal?

Did you go back to work too soon?

The task force keeps me busy.

Motivated.

It's the only thing

that makes me feel...

right.

I know that Denise

would like that I'm making

the streets safer.

[PRIEST] That's a lot to take on, son.

[MAN] He doesn't give us

more than we can handle.

Detective Carter.

Paz.

What's wrong?

My son, Junior.

Angel.

[GASPING SOFTLY]

He was m*rder*d.

[SOBBING]

[SIGHS] I'm... I'm sorry.

He had just joined the DEA, right?

Mm-hm.

- What happened?

- [SNIFFLES]

His office is buying some bullshit story

about a school sh**ter.

They're gonna close the case,

but I know they're wrong.

He was investigating Tariq St. Patrick

and other dealers.

[TEARFULLY] They k*lled him.

I know it.

I know it. Please help me.

I got you.

- [SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]

- [SOBBING]

I will nail whoever took your son.

I promise you.

[MUSIC SOFTLY INTENSIFIES]

[breathing heavily]

[exhales sharply]

Good morning, Miss Danner.

'Morning, Teddy.

Nice to see you here

early first thing.

Any appointments?

Um...

Mr. Lasitz is already

waiting in your office.

In my office?

He didn't want to stay

in the holding area.

I tried talking to him

about it, but...

-Uh huh.

-You know how it is.

Not paid enough to deal

with a hard a*s.

Not paid enough to deal with

you, let alone the hard asses.

Thank you.

You know, Jack,

you're gonna have to start

being nicer to my employees.

I simply can't afford the ones

that would put you

in your place.

Looking for your notebook?

Uh, yeah.

No, it's, uh... here on my desk.

No worries.

I'll just use this

to take notes.

So, I was thinking, um...

not really sure if I have

much time, so, uh...

thought I'd run

something by you.

I can trust you to tell me

the truth, right, Teddy?

Of course, you can.

Authors can't get the story

if we're not above board.

Sadly, there's no

Pulitzer Prize for lying.

But you're not really

a journalist, are you, Teddy?

Uhh...

A journalist slash novelist.

I pride myself

on being able to do both.

So, Jack, let's get back to

what you're doing in my office.

I want to, uh...

I want to know more

about your gift.

Gift.

Now, c'mon, Teddy.

Your horror novels are obviously

based on real-life events.

I mean any reader can tell that.

The truth will

set you free, right?

That's what we all want.

I just want you to confirm

for me what I already know.

I, uh... don't like

to talk about it.

We all have things

we don't want to talk about.

What is it that you want

to know, Jack?

You see the dead.

Yeah. Kind of.

For how long?

Uh, ever since I was a kid,

shortly after my father passed,

when it started.

So he would visit you?

No, not him. Uh...

Actually, things far worse.

I didn't like the whisperers

who didn't have the guts

to show themselves.

Always in your ear,

though, you know?

And then?

And then, uh, I could

see people.

It started with older

relatives,

but as I got older,

I could see other people,

and people would show themselves

to me if they wanted.

So, all this build-up about you

cracking unsolved cases was...

Was because I could speak

with the deceased, yeah.

So let's get back to why

you're in my office.

Why'd you become a writer?

It's... who I am.

I saw no reason to, uh, change,

because of the gift.

So, you use your gift

for your own benefit.

Yeah, pretty much.

And how do you feel about that?

My accountant

loves it. [chuckles]

So back to what it is

that you're doing here--

Ahh... really? Again?

Okay.

[sighs]

[inhales, exhales]

Good morning, Miss Danner.

In my office, really?

He's been here all morning.

Two days in a row.

That's some kind of record.

Perfect. Thanks.

[sighs]

Jack. In my office,

making yourself comfortable.

What can I do for you?

Campton Ball.

I have information on it.

Okay.

Well, that was a long time ago.

Yeah. It was a big New

Year's Eve party.

Fancy rich people.

The rumour is

that everyone died.

Yes, everyone died. Very tragic.

It's unsolved.

Well, it's hard to solve

murders without any wounds.

You know, no reason

for their deaths

outside of their hearts

stopping.

That's good enough

reason for me.

So, what is it

you're trying to tell me?

I'm not just trying

to tell you something.

I'm trying to show

you something.

All right, what's that?

That the dead don't stay dead.

There's nothing dangerous about

people that have passed.

Well, we'll have to agree

to disagree on that.

Okay.

Fair enough.

Uh, so, back to the party.

Not everyone died.

Really? I didn't know that.

Yes, it was a big fancy party,

right? Important people.

And... where did they

all end up?

It's New Year's, so you drink,

you kiss at midnight,

you go home.

Okay. But many stayed.

Yeah, the real movers

and shakers stayed.

See, there's always one more

tale to tell,

there's always one more deal

to make,

there's one more girl to chase.

See, the others,

they're just pretenders.

They're more interested

in screwing

than moving up the

societal ladder.

Mm-hm. And what's your point?

There's a reason

all those people died.

Yes, of course. There always is.

This is not just fodder

for one of your books.

I'm trying to get you

to understand

what happened that night.

And I'm trying to appeal

to your journalistic side,

not that bloodsucking thing

you do for money.

Uh, easy. All right,

I'm interested.

I like mysteries.

Go on.

This is a lot darker

than a normal

m*rder investigation,

and you have to treat it

that way.

'Cause if you don't,

there is

nothing I can do to stop--

[lamp buzzes]

[sighs]

[breathing shakily]

[groans]

[groans]

No.

I don't need sleep

anyway. [groans]

[sighs]

So you know it's 3 a.m., right?

I'm aware.

And you understand

it's the middle of winter,

and I don't drive?

Ahh...

It's a very, very cold walk --

that's all I'm saying.

That and I could've

froze my d*ck off.

It's not that cold.

It's that cold. Ugh.

Yeah.

Listen, I'm... I'm sorry

for asking to come over.

I'm just... I got spooked.

You got spooked?

I don't buy that, man.

You do spooks for a living.

Yeah. This is...

this is different.

I've been, uh... getting

contacted about an incident.

Okay. Um... I'll bite.

What happened?

[sighs] Well, nothing

that I know of.

He won't tell me anything.

He just... he shows up,

he comes and goes when he wants.

And I've been having these...

these dreams.

It's like... you know, I just...

I can't tell what is real

and what is unreal.

The f*ck you doing?

I had to make sure you're real.

Of course I'm real.

Do that again, you're gonna

have to buy me a drink.

Oh. We should go get a drink.

[music on stereo]

I don't know how Greg

can keep this place open

so late at night.

Not giving a sh*t mostly?

And all the other drinkers

are off-duty cops?

I think you like to come

here for the spirits.

And I don't mean

the ones you can drink.

[laughs]

Greg, can I get

a refill, please?

Yeah, no problem.

What are you looking at?

What are you looking at?

What do you mean?

What do I mean?

Don't bullshit a bullshitter.

I've been sitting here watching

you stare at that empty chair

for 30 minutes.

What are you looking at?

You remember, uh...

Annie Lenmore's kid? Alice?

Yeah, that cute blonde, right?

I took her out once.

Is she...?

Car accident, maybe?

-[Jerry exhales]

-Couple hours ago?

So, what's she doing here?

Greg probably over-served her.

Shocker.

When death is sudden,

they, uh...

stick close to a person

or a place for a while.

I mean, what's she doing?

Right now, she's walking

over here.

Don't even joke about something

like that, okay?

I'm not.

How close is she?

Five feet?

Okay. How about now?

Now she's about

to touch your face.

Will I feel it?

No.

No! No, this is...

[exhales] No, this is too much.

I've had too much fun

for one night.

Too much to drink, too.

I'm gonna get going.

Appreciate it.

Hey, uh...?

Is she still here?

No. No, she's gone.

[Jerry exhales sharply]

She's pissed at me.

Yep.

Hey, Jerry.

Yeah.

If you could, uh...

change the past, would you?

[Jerry sighs]

Well, I think that's

a pretty interesting question

to ask a guy who's on his way

out the door

after he's had so many drinks.

But to answer your question,

I guess...

it would depend on

whose past you want to change.

Good night.

I don't think you went out

with her just the one time.

-'Night!

-Oh, Teddy!

Don't go yet.

This... just came for you.

What is it?

No idea.

An invitation

to the Campton Ball.

Huh.

[scoffs] Really?

I talked to your secretary.

I wanted to catch you

before you left.

Okay? What can I do

for you, Jack?

You going to Campton House?

No. No, I don't think that I am.

Why not? You seemed

so interested in it before.

Come on, let's go.

[sighs] I have a dinner tonight.

Look, we'll zip up,

we'll zip back.

Worst case scenario, you'll be

back before your dinner, right?

Why is it that you want

to go so bad?

I have my reasons.

Was it you that sent me

the invitation?

I have no idea

what you're talking about now.

You know, most of what I found,

I found myself on this case,

right?

Let me go with you.

I promise I can help.

I like to work alone.

You'll barely even notice me.

I'm gonna regret this.

Yeah.

Most likely.

If you're coming,

you make yourself useful.

[crow caws]

Well, it certainly

looks abandoned.

Nobody's been here in years.

What's that?

It's the invitation I was

talking about earlier.

Maybe there's a broken window

somewhere that we can get in?

I don't know.

[door creaks]

[crow caws]

Huh. Maybe someone

was expecting us.

[floor boards creak]

Well, I guess that answers that

question as to whether or not

we're in the right place.

I'll go look for some

candles. Electricity.

Yeah.

[electricity buzzes]

Jack?

Have you always been

in the habit

of touching things

that aren't yours?

I, uh... no, I'm sorry,

the door was open.

On the guest list, I presume.

Yes, um... I have

an invitation somewhere.

Jack must have it. I can--

I do believe you...

Teddy. [chuckles]

You know who I am?

Of course.

Do you know who I am?

Uh... well, I'm guessing...

Lawrence Campton?

[chuckles] So, you don't find

it odd that you know me,

but strange in that I know you.

[laughs]

You have had too many

to drink, my friend.

Perhaps you should find

yourself a cup of coffee

to straighten yourself out.

No, no, I'm just, uh... I'm

just a little discombobulated.

Hm. Well, if you're not drunk,

perhaps you'll join me

in becoming so.

[chuckles] I have a nice

old whisky here.

Actually, older than I am.

Which is... saying something.

[laughs]

Well... to the New Year.

[glasses clink]

To the New Year.

Oh, well done, lad.

[laughs]

I've yet to meet a writer

without the hidden talent

to be able to drink

a great deal of alcohol

when the booze is free.

Why not sit down?

[Lawrence sighs]

So, what do you like

to write, Teddy?

Uh... scary stories, mostly.

A man with a dark heart.

A lover of Poe, are we?

Yes. Among others.

He was certainly the most

original amongst them.

Mm-hm.

"Deep within that darkness

peering,

long I stood there,

wondering, fearing,

doubting, dreaming...

dreams no mortal

dared to dream before."

Yes, yes. Yeah.

He had a lyrical quality

to explain the darkness

I'm not sure we've seen since.

Mm-hm. He was mad, you know.

I've heard that.

Mm-hm.

"Men have called me mad...

but the question still remains,

whether madness is or is not

the loftiest intelligence."

Well done.

You are an aficionado.

I've been here a long time with

mostly books for company,

and I think you'll find

that I've memorized

most of that library.

Poe being the most ironic

of the authors there.

Yeah.

Oh, are you looking

for your friend?

Uh, yes. He went to go

in search of candles.

[chuckles] I think you'll find

you will no longer need them.

Well, it was quite dark

when we came in

and there was no power, so...

Well... there's darkness

everywhere, Teddy. [chuckles]

It's whether you engage

it or not.

Do you know why I'm here?

I know why you think

you're here.

But I'd be a poor host

if I didn't remind you

that some

things should not be written.

Not all stories should be told.

[distant laughing]

You have guests?

Of course! It's New Year's Eve.

Today?

What is the date

on your invitation?

December 31st. But that's...

Well, there you go.

You arrived on the date

your presence was requested.

How strange.

Why don't you go off

and enjoy yourself, son?

Uh... you're not gonna

come with me?

Why spoil the ending when

you're only on the first page?

Yeah.

I see you found a light.

Yeah, in the basement.

I was, uh... just talking

with Lawrence Campton.

Really. How is the old codger?

He's a man with secrets,

I can tell you that much.

And we all have our secrets,

don't we, Teddy?

You have secrets, Jack?

You can't impugn a man's

character

for showing what we all have

buried deep inside us, can we?

Hm.

You know what's funny?

The smoking room is so well-kept

and the rest of the

house is so...

Well-kept?

Yeah.

What the hell?

Oh, what the hell?

I was just here.

It was just clean and beautiful.

I even had a drink

with him here.

This is my glass.

Well, if you drank out of that,

you did it a century ago.

You sure you're not

hallucinating, 'cause, uh...

you definitely didn't drink

from that.

Something isn't right.

[thudding]

Where's that coming from?

Sounds like it's coming

from everywhere.

All right, you go upstairs.

I'm gonna look over here,

alright?

Okay.

Hello?

[creaking]

[rhythmic tapping]

[door creaks]

[thumping]

[tapping]

Agh!

Teddy!

[female singer on recording]

I wonder why it is

I love to look at you

I can't imagine why,

I only know I do

[male singer]

No other dream...

[window clatters]

[Jack] Hey!

[grunts]

[breathing heavily]

I told you the dead

are dangerous.

[Jack] Agh, God...

[Teddy] What the hell

got a hold of you?

It's not a matter

of what, but who.

How'd you get away?

Who says I did?

She let me go.

[breathing heavily]

And what makes you think

that it's a "she"?

Just a hunch.

I don't know too many guys

with nails like that.

Yeah.

Let's get the hell out

of here. [groaning]

[Jack sighs]

I saw her as clearly

as I see you.

I mean, she was dragged

off into the dark.

It's a big yard,

so who knows where.

I didn't see anything.

No footprints.

No proof that she was real.

I think the scratches on your

leg prove that she's real.

Question is, why is she

reaching out to us?

Well, you're the dead seer.

I'm the person

just investigating

the Campton murders.

Campton deaths.

There's no evidence to prove

that they were ever m*rder*d.

Mm hm.

All these spirits hanging around

don't make you think something?

Sometimes, when people pass,

they stay close to a person

or a place, right?

These people died suddenly

-- we know that much.

But who knows how they died?

They do, I'd imagine.

Yeah.

It's like I'm picking up

on a psychic imprint, right?

You know, violent events

can sometimes leave a mark,

kind of like a psychic mark.

It's like... a moment

frozen in time.

It's like I'm tapping into that.

So... you're seeing what

happened that night.

Yeah.

Grab a seat.

What are we doing?

Waiting.

For what?

Well, if we just sit and wait,

maybe Lawrence will show up.

And what if he doesn't?

Uhh... it's the best

idea I have.

If you have anything

to add, please.

[laughs] Does he just appear

like magic or...

Just... sit. Quietly.

I think I'll read a book

while we wait.

[clears throat]

People always wanting to

look at my books,

but no one ever bothers to ask.

Politeness seems to have

skipped your generation.

Come and join us, Jack.

[chuckles] So... how's

the party, Teddy?

I haven't seen anyone yet.

Oh, that's a shame.

I know they're all here.

Sometimes...

sometimes it takes people

a while to come out

and want to be social.

What about the girl?

Was there one specifically

you're talking about?

I'll talk from here, Jack.

Lawrence, what's today's date?

We've had this discussion

before.

How does one forget

New Year's Eve?

Are you aware of what happens

tonight at your party?

Um... whisky, anyone?

Yes.

Huh?

What happened at your party?

Well, it's only just

begun, uh...

I think we'll know a lot more

when it gets closer to midnight.

And what happens then?

Well, the New Year.

New lease on life, if you like.

You were being coy

with me earlier.

Was I?

And you're being coy

with me now.

I think...

your writer's imagination

is getting the better of you.

Would you like another drink?

I think maybe we should leave.

Why would we do that?

Because someone's playing

games, and I'm nobody's patsy.

Oh, it's no game, Teddy.

It's a festive occasion.

Look, we are barely

acquaintances,

and perhaps I misread you.

I meant no offence, but you

came with someone unexpected,

and perhaps I was somewhat rude.

A lot of people die,

here, tonight.

That's an unfortunate twist

of fate, isn't it?

Do you not know?

Do you not want any help?

My... whew, you must

be quite the writer.

I am on the edge of my seat.

[chuckles] I was told

you'd be entertaining,

and now I can see

that I will not be disappointed.

But seriously... why don't you

go and enjoy yourselves?

Thank you for the drink.

Mm-hm.

Uh... there's one thing.

Um... I have a mistress.

You won't be able to miss her.

She's... she's quite lovely.

But she's very emotional, and,

uh... prone to making scenes.

Bit of a bad upbringing.

So, if you see her, please,

send her back my way --

with discretion, of course?

Of course.

What the hell you think

that was about?

He's testing us,

that's for sure.

I told you on the ride up --

he's accused of k*lling

his girlfriend.

Maybe it's true.

Well, we know he dies tonight

along with

a lot of other people.

When does he have the time to

do it, right? And bury them.

Maybe somebody else

kills them all.

[piano music]

What's that?

[applause]

Well, it seems the party

has started.

You wander around if you want.

I'm gonna go and chat

with the bartender.

[guests chattering]

What can I get you, Teddy?

Uh... ginger ale?

It's New Year's. Ohh, how about

having a real drink?

Uh... vodka soda.

You, uh... you work

for Mr. Campton?

I do tonight.

Small party for such a rich guy.

There were dozens earlier,

but there was a ruckus.

Didn't get to see it.

There's always a ruckus

at these things.

What happened?

Rich folk bring their wives,

but their girlfriends

eventually follow.

Never the twain shall

meet, as they say.

But this time... the mistress

brought her boyfriend,

who had no clue about any links

with the old man.

Disaster in the making, Teddy.

A disaster in the making.

Huh. So, who is this mistress?

She's the one that's dancing

with your friend.

Feisty girl, that one.

[Teddy] Mr. Campton was right.

She's gorgeous.

No use in having a mistress

if she isn't a step up on the

old lady, wouldn't you agree?

Hard to, uh, argue

with your logic...

Carrick.

Unusual name.

I'm an unusual guy.

You need anything else

before I go?

Where are you going?

It's not even midnight.

When your time comes...

the time comes.

[g*nsh*t]

You all right, Teddy?

Had one too many, I think.

No, no.

What happened?

You gulped your vodka,

then proceeded to land your head

right there on the bar.

Damnedest think I ever did see.

Didn't you just try

and k*ll yourself?

No. Was I supposed to?

Ever get the feeling that

you're going mad?

"That which you mistake

for madness

is but an over-acuteness

of the senses."

Everyone's a Poe fan, I see.

Huh. An excellent quote,

nevertheless.

Madness isn't something

to sneer at.

More often than not,

it's wasted... on the weak.

You think so?

I know so.

How many people go mad

and just end up in a sanitarium

somewhere, huh?

What a waste, when they're

so close to touching God.

Yeah, I'll have to take

your word on that one.

I don't think I have what

it takes to be a madman.

Madness is a gift.

Don't mistake it

for anything else but.

How often is greatness achieved

when insanity is removed

from the equation?

I think I'll leave that

to greater minds than mine

to decide.

As you wish.

Did you see my friend?

I believe he left, uh...

shortly after you passed out.

Did you see where he went to?

[door slams shut]

[distant crow caws]

[guests chattering]

Hey, what's going on

with you, man?

Where is she?

Who?

Campton's mistress.

Where is she?

I saw you dancing with her.

I don't know where she is.

Bullshit!

Look at this blood.

It goes all the way

from the house to the lake.

Where is she?

What do you want

me to do about it?

Everything that

you're saying right now

happened decades ago.

We're just here to find

out the truth.

Nothin'. You've got nothin'.

What is it?

Why did you insist on

coming along?

Why does everyone know my name?

Why are you always--?

Why do you think

I brought you here?

I think you're dead, Jack.

I know you're dead.

And I think you had something

to do with tonight.

I think that you sent

the invitation.

I think that you're

the guilty one.

I think that all of this

is a part of your plan

to clear your conscience.

Well, the game stops here.

I don't know who

or what you are--

What I am is the only friend

you've got here.

Stay away from me.

[Lawrence] Who in the hell--?

[Edward] It's not a question

of who at this point.

[Douglas] Edward's right.

The visuals on this would

be catastrophic.

Your shareholders would be

jumping ship

at the first mention

of a dead woman.

I didn't have anything

to do with it.

You both have been within

eyeshot of me all evening.

Allowing her to come

to your party

in full view of your

friends and family?

Completely arrogant.

[Douglas] Do you think

for a minute

your wife wouldn't run

off with all your money?

This is a disaster!

Where's the woman now?

She has a name.

And I don't give a rat's

a*s what it is.

Better for Edward

and I that we don't.

I got Carrick to put

her in the pond.

The body ended up there.

If she's found, they'll assume

that she's drowned.

[Edward] If there's a God,

he'll let it snow to cover up

all the blood.

The bartender?

We always have a company

man, Lawrence.

Unfortunately, he didn't monitor

your extracurricular activities.

When did the m*rder happen?

An hour or two ago.

After this evening's incident.

Fortunately for you,

most people have gone home.

Those that are left are drunk,

therefore manageable.

And for the price to build

this place,

you could've ensured

proper wiring.

I'll look after it.

Should I follow him?

It's probably a good idea.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna talk to our host,

see why they're trying

to bury the body

and not find the m*rder*r.

[water splashing]

[Carrick humming "Auld

Lang Syne"]

Frozen over already.

It really wasn't your day.

[twigs cracking]

Who's there?

What the hell are you doing?

Get this done.

You scared the crap out of--

Oh, my God.

[Edward panting]

You're alive.

Help me.

I don't know what deal

you made in hell.

No. No, please.

I don't know what happened.

No, please.

Please, you have to help me.

As God is my witness,

you're an abomination.

And if the dead do rise,

they need to go back

to whence they came.

[Douglas] Ah!

Please don't...

Your fear is ever so tasty.

Beg for my mercy.

Anything.

-[Zoe] Anything?

-Yes.

Then die, my love.

[Douglas groans]

I know you're out there, Jack.

I might save you

to the very end,

so I can watch the life

drain out of you.

What the hell happened?

You should know.

You've been here all night.

If you are trying

to torment me...

Look, I don't know

what's going on,

but I'm trying to understand.

So let me help you.

[sighs] Who would

do such a thing?

Well, let's start

with who found her.

Edward, I believe.

Edward? I don't know him.

Do you think that--

That Edward would

k*ll my mistress?

Nonsense, nonsense.

He's an old man.

Well, plenty of old men

throughout history

have done horrific things,

especially to protect

their interests. So...

His interests are to protect me,

and I highly doubt

that he would have committed

such a heinous act.

But I'm not saying

he's a saint, but... no.

Where is he now?

Oh, good Lord.

What in God's name are you?

I wasn't the one who k*lled you.

I had nothing to do with it.

If it's vengeance you

want, so be it.

But you'll get nothing here.

Who was I to you, Edward?

You were Larry's wh*re.

wh*re?

Yes. wh*re.

What were you thinking,

bringing your man

to your benefactor's home

with his wife present,

flaunting in front of everyone?

So, men can have two women,

but a woman can't have two men?

Oh, Edward.

It was your man that

did this to you.

The wh*re k*lled by her

jealous boyfriend.

Thanks for the heads up.

But I was too busy being beaten

and strangled to notice.

Yes, well...

That will be your undoing.

Well, you're assuming

that I'm not already undone.

[Zoe sighs]

You're a wonderful dancer.

Now, let the life

in you bleed out.

What?

Feed me, Edward.

Let me take the light from you

just like you all took from me.

I can't see.

I see... only darkness.

[panting]

Don't let me suffer! Please!

"Never to suffer is never

to have been blessed."

Ahh...!

That's Edward, I'm assuming?

Oh!

What on Earth is happening here?

Seems you have a m*rder*r

on the loose.

Or a very pissed off ghost.

Do you have any weapons

in this house?

Uh, none. Uh, aside...

from an old revolver.

But that's in the master

chambers in the night table.

But, uh...

-I believe...

-What?

That my wife might

have ended up there.

Uh...

I think it's highly doubtful

that she would've left the house

after the debacle earlier,

no matter what the others

are saying.

But she is emotionally fragile

and difficult to deal with...

at the best of times.

You mean to tell me

that you have a m*rder*r

on the loose in your house

and you haven't bothered

to go check if she's safe?

Have you all gone mad?

Well, perhaps the house

induces madness.

I do not know.

But I would advise you to use

caution if you look for her.

And why would anyone be afraid

of a 70-year-old woman?

[rocking chair creaks]

Mrs. Campton?

Mrs. Campton, are you all right?

Uh... ma'am, uh...

there was an injury

to one of your guests tonight,

and I just

came up to check on you.

[Mrs. Campton] Was it serious?

I'm afraid so.

Someone died.

Ohh, dear.

A dreadful night.

Yes, it is. Look, do

you need anything?

Would you like to leave?

[Mrs. Campton] Leave?

No, no. This is my home.

I'll still be here well after

all of you have gone.

Well, did you see anything

weird tonight

or did you hear

anything unusual?

Was it the young girl who died?

Yes.

One of them.

Hopefully, it was the b*tch

that was screwing my husband.

I beg your pardon?

Mmm, so it was.

But, ma'am, a woman

died tonight.

In your home.

I was told a long time ago

not to say bad things

about the dead.

She's dead.

Good!

You look disappointed, son.

Don't be.

Human nature allowed her

to do what she did,

and God's good grace gave me

the right to despise her for it.

Well, there's something darker

going on here,

and I think you know that.

Darkness follows

the human soul...

in this life and beyond.

I'm comfortable

with the choices I've made.

How about you?

I... I don't know.

Mmm. The k*ller looked an awful

lot like you, didn't he?

No.

No, that's not true.

We all meet the maker,

one time or another, Jack.

It's just that some have

a better story to tell.

[laughs diabolically]

Who are you?

I'm a friend of Teddy's.

How'd you get in here?

No, he wasn't that

hard to track.

I talked to his secretary.

Well, I guess you could say

I'm attached to the guy.

[chuckles]

Maybe you could tell me

about your books.

Many a first edition

on those shelves.

I began collecting in my youth.

Is there any one that's

your favourite?

Oh, many.

Words are God's greatest

gift to man.

Please, feel free to peruse,

if you wish.

Yeah, a real who's who

of the written word.

Oh, yes,

and you'll find yourself

on those shelves, as well.

Me? No.

Maybe some day.

No perhaps, lad.

I believe it was

one of the novels

you pulled off the shelf

earlier.

Theodore Russell?

[Lawrence chuckles]

That can't be.

A little lyrical for my

liking, but, um...

the prose is

strong and true.

Very good first work.

You should be proud.

No, I'm a horror writer.

Horror? No, no, no, no.

There's nothing of that kind

of trash in there.

No, I'm a journalist.

No, you're neither

of those things.

Enough with the drink.

The night is raging on as it is,

and I don't need a drunken

author in my midst.

Especially one

with a goddamned temper.

No, no, I... I'm investigating

all of the deaths

of everyone at Campton House.

Everyone at Campton House.

Yeah, my invitation,

it was real.

Why wouldn't it be?

It's a party.

[laughs]

We like to invite noted authors

and businessmen.

But had I known that you were

dating my mistress,

I might not

have extended the invitation.

And then knowing your reaction.

I've always been told that the

line between genius and madness

is a fine one.

And you are living proof

of that, my friend.

So you're the ghost guy.

Yeah. I'm the author

that's investigating

the Campton murders.

No. You're the guy

that's got him all crazy.

You know he thinks

he's you, right?

He's the investigator.

Yeah.

You just couldn't leave well

enough alone, could you?

Why?

This is an important

historic event.

No. No, it's not. It's hell.

It's like living in hell.

As a matter of fact,

it could be hell.

You know that I'm tied

to him, right?

That we're all tied together

in some universal, karmic

bullshit way.

And now he's gone mad,

and has no memory of it,

but he gets to leave.

Which means I get to

break out, too.

I'm just trying to find the

guy a road home, man.

Right, right,

and make a little bit of money

off your bullshit book?

Yeah, of course.

It's what I do.

But listen, I had no idea

what was going on here.

Right.

But you can still leave.

You can still go back

to your bullshit existence.

I can't -- we can't.

So, believe me, if I can't go...

you're not going

anywhere, either.

[Jerry grunts]

[whispering female voice]

Hello, love.

Come to finish

the job, have you?

[Zoe] Seems like a fair deal.

I am not the moral arbiter

here, Zoe.

Who knows what's fair

in God's eyes.

I've done a good amount of bad

in my life to go with the good.

Ha. My demise will neither

improve my lot --

nor yours, I suppose.

But, uh...

there's something really juicy

about revenge, isn't there?

A feeling of power one gets

from returning the hatred

you feel was directed at you.

And I was not responsible

for your death.

Nor were the many people

I'm afraid you k*lled

all in your vain

and impossible search

to silence the voices

in your head.

Hate binds the souls

of people together.

This may not be what

they teach you in the Bible,

but it's a fact, nonetheless.

Wars are fought for nothing

more than a slight

between one madman to another.

Take me if you must.

But our souls will be forever

entwined, always connected.

For even if your evil

haunts me for eternity,

my good will haunt your soul.

[Lawrence grunts]

Sounds good to me.

See you on the other side.

[Lawrence gasps]

Agh!

Oh!

[Jack grunts]

I told you I am not

staying here.

I'm not staying here.

You understand me?

[Jack grunts]

I'm not staying...

[Jerry and Jack grunting]

[g*n shot]

[Jerry gasping]

[Jack breathing heavily]

I only grazed him.

He's got a hole in his chest.

Yes. Hm.

Like I said, I grazed him.

Well, I'm not sure what your

definition of "graze" is, but...

thank you.

He's not dead.

So, get yourself to wherever

it is that you need to go.

I can sh**t him again,

if you like.

Just get to your room,

it's safer there.

She's gonna come after

you, you know that.

Well, this kitty has claws, too.

I have no doubts about

that, ma'am.

I don't remember this.

I gotta get a couple of bottles

out of the cellar.

Can you guys keep an eye

on things for me?

Absolutely. Of course.

You're gonna get yourself

into trouble doing that.

This stuff's all free.

I mean, c'mon, who's

gonna see it?

The old man?

The guy never comes

out of his room.

That is kind of odd, isn't it?

I never understood rich people.

I mean, I live

two classes below,

and sadly I'll never have enough

money to be that eccentric.

If you don't dance

with me soon,

I'll find someone else who will.

Your lady is quite the stunner.

Wow.

Yes, she is.

[She's quite a beauty,

isn't she?

Mr. Campton's a lucky man.

What?

That's the boss's mistress.

That girl, Zoe?

Yes.

Edward was all upset

about it earlier.

He's one of Campton's partners.

Was furious that she showed up

here tonight.

The old man is hiding out

in the study

to avoid a confrontation

between her and the wife.

What are you gonna

do about that?

She let you bring her here,

and he screws her here.

You gonna let her get

away with that?

I guess not.

[guests chattering]

Oh! What are you doing?

Let me go!

What kind of game

are you playing?

I'm sorry, he's had

too much to drink.

What, are you playing

me for a fool?

What are you talking

about, Teddy?

You and Campton.

What, are you sleeping with him?

No!

I did in the past.

Now, please stop it.

It's long over.

And you let me bring you here.

What kind of a twisted...?

This was important for you,

and maybe I wanted to show him

that it was over,

that I've moved on.

I don't need him anymore.

You used me?

[scoffs] I can't believe it.

Are you a child?

When did this become about you?

Has jealousy eaten up all

of your common sense?

You came here with me.

You're leaving with me.

What I did in my past is none

of your g*dd*mn business.

[shrieks]

[guests gasp]

Stay down.

No. You stay down.

What are you all looking at?

You deserved that.

You are just like your father.

What did you just say?

A bully with smallness

between the legs.

Now you're finally Daddy's Boy.

Like father, like son.

Congratulations.

Shut up.

Shut up? I'm not gonna shut up.

I'm gonna scream it

from the rafters--

I am not my father!

[scoffs] No, Teddy.

You're worse.

You're a man so afraid of his

father, that you became him.

Now, he might have been

an as*h*le,

but you chose to be one,

and that's the difference.

You're a weak little man...

I am not weak.

I am not weak.

I am not weak.

I'm not weak.

I'm not weak.

What are you looking for?

Now, as God is my witness,

I don't remember k*lling her.

What do you remember?

I remember hitting her.

I... I did that.

You can't connect the dots

between hitting a woman

and k*lling her?

It's against my nature

to have even hit her.

That's what they all say, Teddy.

"It never happened."

"It was my first time."

It was my first--

There's always a first time,

Teddy.

That's the f*cking point!

There's got to be more to it.

There's no way I'd throw away

so much for so little.

Yeah, what if there's

not more to it, huh?

What if the reason

that all of this is happening

is because

you can't handle the truth?

The truth?

You have no right to talk

to me about the truth?

You're the one who fooled me

into thinking that I was you.

My truth is not what's keeping

you all stuck here.

You know what the madman

and the dead man

have in common, Teddy?

They don't know that they're

dead -- or mad.

I'm not mad.

I'm not.

Then tell me what happened!

Nothing. Nothing happened.

I need you to remember,

or else this is gonna continue

to happen

over and over and over forever.

For God's sake, Teddy.

[clang] Agh!

[metal clatters to the ground]

Hey. [breathing heavily]

Don't just stand there.

Grab a leg. C'mon.

[exhales sharply]

Why are you here?

You know, Teddy,

I don't think you're thinking

straight anymore.

And to be be honest with you,

you were much more interesting

when you were completely mad.

-Did you k*ll Zoe?

-Me?

Why the hell would I k*ll her?

You just... you just

tried to k*ll Jack.

Oh, buddy, that's called

"self preservation".

And he's not dead, he's just...

he's just down for a bit.

[chuckles]

Is she... here right now?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, she's always here.

So, I'd mind your Ps and Qs.

I mean, you know we're stuck

in this together, right?

Over and over again.

One continuous loop.

All the time.

I don't... I don't believe you.

You don't believe me?

No, you're just... you're

just as bad as he is.

You knew who I was.

You let me go on pretending

like I was somebody else.

Yeah! And you know what?

It was a nice break

from living

with the evil in this house.

You, my friend,

need to take responsibility

for your own insanity.

No. You can't put this on me.

She was my girlfriend

and there's no way I would've

k*lled her. But you--

Oh, h* h*! Ladies and

gentlemen, Mad Teddy is back!

We'll be back at the bar

before you know it, right?

No. I'm not mad.

Oh, yes, you are.

Fully and completely.

And you know what?

Between friends?

That was your most endearing

quality.

It really was.

-Shut up.

-No.

-Shut up.

-No, no, no.

See, I'm not gonna shut up.

Because you're the reason

that I'm here.

So, I'm gonna talk

as much as I want to.

Shut up.

All of you, just shut up.

All the voices just

need to stop!

Just shut up!

There you are! Keeping reaching.

You're almost there, man.

Keep reaching.

Just reach for that door.

You're almost there.

What are you gonna

do, Teddy, huh?

What are you gonna do?

You gonna k*ll me?

Yeah! I'd like to see you try.

You're just a pathetic...

little worm.

Sorry.

[indistinct whispers]

Agh!

Shut up!

Shut up! Shut up!

Shut! Up!

[Shut!]

Shut!

[Zoe shrieking, whimpering]

[Teddy] Come here.

Agh, come here, come here.

Stop, please!

[Zo coughing] Please, stop!

Stop it, Teddy!

No! Teddy, please!

Oh, my God, Teddy. Stop, please!

Oh, oh!

[coughing]

[Teddy] Happy New Year!

[Jack] You done yet?

You have no idea what it's like.

What? To accept my own madness?

You're right, I don't.

But we've come to a conclusion,

haven't we?

Mystery solved.

The world goes on.

Why show me this?

Why are you trying

to solve a mystery

that happened decades ago?

A lot of people died, Teddy.

A lot.

And if you don't see that--

That's not on me.

I didn't k*ll those people.

That's on her.

I didn't ask for any of that.

If you don't start the chain

of actions,

then nothing else happens.

Everyone lives.

The evil that's in this place

was created by evil, Teddy.

That's how it works.

What are you gonna do, huh?

How are you gonna punish me?

Punish the, uh, dead?

The universe has far worse

to offer than anything I can do.

I did what a thousand men would

do -- and have done.

That still doesn't make

it right, Teddy.

[gasps]

Help!

-Jack!

-[Jack] I can't.

Jack!

Your fate was sealed long

before I was born!

Please help! Jack!

Jack, please!

[sighs]

Good morning, Miss Danner.

Good morning, Jack.

Welcome back.

Thank you very much.

Any clients?

Mm-mm.

Ah, that's exactly how

I like it. Nice and quiet.

[sighs]

[typewriter clacks]