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Notis everything.
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[phone ringing]
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[phone ringing]
Good. You'll finally get the hint.
I'm the only one here.
[phone ringing]
Vontae. Look, man, I'm not in the mood to
hear about your conquest
or whatever you did last
night at the company party.
I don't have time.
Oh, great. So you're giving
me the silent treatment now?
Tae, I thought you was over me getting
the CFO promotion over you, man.
Tae, now look, we both
threw our names in the ring.
I won. You didn't. I'm not
going to apologize for that.
I am the CFO of the largest black
financial institution in the country,
and I worked damn hard to get here.
[silence]
Come on, Tae. Admit it. You must rather
spend your night debriefing
your latest female conquest than you
spending all night doing real work
like me with office briefs.
Wow. You know, that makes
you a legend in your own mind.
I, on the other hand, I have a wife and
hopefully some kids coming soon
to secure their future, and though I love
your antics, I got work to do.
[phone rings]
Tae, I'm not kidding. I
do not have time for this.
True words have never been spoken, Tyrell.
You are running out of time, and so is she.
She who? Who is this?
In time. I have no doubt you
will figure it all out, Tyrell.
Tae, you're going to get us both fired,
man, using the company
line and for prank calls.
[silence]
Look, if I get fired, Nikki isn't going
to care that you were the
best man at our wedding
or that we've known each other for 15
years. She'll throw my
butt out and divorce me,
and I can assure, Devontae Roundtree, I
am not getting divorced from
your simple Simon dumbass.
Who is she?
What?
Your question. You asked who she is.
I also ask who you are.
Why don't we start there?
Very good, Tyrell. You have accepted that
I am not Devontae Roundtree. That saves
us both precious time.
Look, I don't know who you are, but...
As to who I am, you may call me Mr. Atman.
Antman? You're kidding, right?
Atman. Not Antman.
Wait. I know that name.
Give me a moment.
Locate your file, Mr. Atman.
Are you a client,
corporate lawyer, judge, or...
Please tell me you're not a reporter
looking for a scoop.
Tedious.
Excuse me?
Your questions. I find them tedious.
Suffice it to say that I am the keeper of
your future, and hers.
Both depend on the choices
you make over the next 12 hours.
My future? Is that right?
It is.
Look, I get it. You're clearly not
Devontae. He's not tech savvy enough to
use a voice modulator,
but he's smart enough to hire someone who
is. So tell him it's not going to work.
He can't throw me off my game on the most
important day of my life.
You are correct about one thing, Tyrell.
This is the most important
day of your life,
but not for the reasons
you presently think.
And how would you know what I'm thinking?
I know everything there is
to know about you, Tyrell.
Deep down in the darkest parts and places
you think no one knows about.
Right now my darkest of places are
telling me that you're crazy.
I'm hanging up now.
I don't have time for this.
Correct. You do not have
time, and neither does she.
Who the hell is she?
I am going to give you
a list of tasks, Tyrell.
All of which can be completed
right there at your desk.
You will be allotted 12
hours to complete said tasks.
During our time together, there is but
one rule you must follow.
You are forbidden to leave
your office for any reason.
Okay. So what if I have to piss?
Some tasks will be simple, while others
you will find a bit more,
shall we say, challenging.
If said tasks are completed by the time
your 12-hour deadline is up,
your future and hers
will continue unchanged.
If, however, they are not completed, down
to the most infinitesimal of details,
your life and hers will be forfeit.
Do you understand, Tyrell?
No, let me tell you what I understand.
I understand that whatever you hope to
accomplish with your ridiculous Darth Vader
impersonation has failed miserably.
Impossible. I never failed.
I understand that in your ignorance, you
failed to take into account that you've
called the largest black-owned finance
company in the continental US.
And as such, Guardian
Financial Services Inc.,
Has implemented the
best tech money can buy.
That means we're able to track every
phone call, no matter how brief,
scrambled, or modified.
There is no defense against me, Tyrell.
I am the one force you cannot get away
from, deceive, cajole, or ignore.
Simply put, I am the reason for this.
I understand that by now, there's been
enough of this conversation recorded that
your voice can easily be decrypted and
your location tracked within 10 feet.
In a nutshell, Mr. Opmond, I understand
that the moment I end this call, tech
security will have law
enforcement all over your ass.
Now, don't call this number again.
Tech security, Janessa 5112. How can I
help you, Mr. Williams?
You know who I am? Right.
Of course, your security.
How may I be able to do so, sir?
Well, I need to report
a disturbing prank call.
Yes, sir. And when did
you receive that call?
Approximately seven minutes ago.
One moment while I look that up for you.
Were you at your desk or someone else's
when the call came through, Mr. Williams?
My own. Why?
Is it possible you forgot to notify this
department of your move to larger
offices, giving your recent promotion to
Chief Financial Officer of Guardian
Financial Services and a subsidiary?
Promotion, yes. New office, no. I'm still
on the 38th floor of suite 30 AC. Why?
One moment, please.
Thank you for holding, Mr. Williams.
According to our records, there was no
call, prank or otherwise, made to your
office phone this morning.
No, no, no, no. That's impossible. His
voice was modified. He
sounded like Darth Vader.
You have to be able to see it somewhere
on your screen. Check again.
As you wish. One moment, please.
After the thorough second search, Mr.
Williams, the answer remains the same. No
outgoing or incoming calls have been made
or received from your
company line this morning.
Perhaps Mr. Vader called
your cell phone instead.
I said he sounded like Darth... never mind.
I can email you the results or transfer
you to our offsite tech service at this
time if you'd like, sir.
No. That's... that'll be all. Thank you.
That's impossible.
Look, I don't know how you're doing this,
but you need to cut the hell out.
Tyrell? Tyrell?
August? I mean, Mr. Cane. Look, my
apologies. Someone's been
prank calling me all morning.
I'm here at my desk and I'm not seeing
what I'm supposed to see here, Mr.
Williams. Please tell me one of the mail
cards is on their way up here with it.
Actually, sir, I was just about to put
the finishing touches on a
report when the prank caller...
Have I made a mistake having you look up
in this most coveted
position at such a young age?
Please tell me you're not in over your
head already, Mr. Williams.
Not at all, Mr. Cane. I've analyzed all
the financial data from
here to GFS as well as its
subsidiaries. I've run a third roll.
I hope so, Tyrell, because my reputation
and your livelihood depends on it.
We understand?
I understand that, sir.
I hope you do. I hope you do.
Okay, well, I guess I'll get
back to it then, Mr. Cane.
Hold on now. One moment, Tyrell. You there?
Yes, sir.
Now, I hope you won't let that minor
misunderstanding that occurred a few
weeks back change how you feel about
staying with the company or...
Or what, Mr. Cane?
Or skew the results of the figures you've
calculated in your report.
And what misunderstanding
would we be talking about, sir?
Good answer, Mr.
Williams. Very, very good answer.
See, I was certain that your recent
promotion and that sizable pay raise plus
that bonus package you received would be
more than enough to compensate you.
My business affairs and the company
lawyers would be glad to
hear that I was right.
I never doubted you'd do the
right thing, Mr. Williams.
Oh, you're referring to how the
schematics on my new tech that I was
working on in my office, on my computer,
just happened to disappear only to show
up on the market where it made you and
the company millions
where I received nothing?
That is the misunderstanding that you're
referring to, is it?
Oh, come, come now, Mr. Race. Now, you're
a numbers guy, not a tech guy.
No one in their right mind would believe
that you were the mastermind behind the
greatest techs to ever hit the market
since, let's say, Apple.
Whether they would or
wouldn't is irrelevant, August.
Given the nine disclosures that I signed
when I was hired ten years ago because of
it, I wouldn't argue my case. I wouldn't
have a case if I'd wanted to.
Of course you wouldn't,
and don't you forget it, sir.
Now, let's not haggle over the past. You
worked hard for us, and
it's finally paid off.
And you're the youngest CFO of GFS has
ever had. For God's sake. Now, I can
think of at least a hundred men and women
twice your age who are k*lled for the
title that you have now.
And speaking of which, I advise you to
watch it back on forward. Now, we
wouldn't want anything, you know, let's
say, unexpected, catastrophic to happen
to you or that pretty little wife of yours.
Is that a threat?
I'm merely stating my concerns, I will.
Now, all men are of corporate espionage
happen these days. Now, I wouldn't put
bodily harm or anything worse beneath any
one of our jealous competitors.
Now, with that being said, I need those
figures, Mr. Williams, and I want them
rather end the business today.
Yeah, I'm getting a lot of that today.
Excuse me?
Nothing. You'll have them.
I hope so, Mr. Williams. Have a good day.
Keep it together, focus. Focus.
(phone rings)
Tyrell Williams, Chief Financial Officer
of Guardian Financial
Services, Inc. How may I help you?
Finally, the respect I deserve.
I told you not to call here again.
Pick up your cell phone,
Tyrell. Check your messages.
If I do it, will you stop bothering me so
I can get some work done?
I gave you my word that if you check your
cell phone messages and still wish to be
left alone, I will not call you again.
Now, pick up your cell phone, Tyrell.
Deal. Hold on.
Okay, I checked. Thanks for
your input. Have a nice day.
You cannot lie to me, Tyrell. It's still
sitting on the shelf behind you.
Lucky guess, punk.
It's next to the picture you took with
Nakiesha, you know, in June.
Devontae would never use my wife to...
One question an hour, Tyrell. Are you
certain that this is how you wish to use your first one,
asking about money? Surely you can do better than that.
You do not need those, Tyrell.
This is the most important day of your
life, remember? You'll
need to be clear-headed.
How do you know? Are you watching me?
Tic Toc, Tyrell. One
question, remember. Breathe.
Who... who...
Yes.
Who is... um
Come on. Almost there.
I... I want to know.
Yes. Yes. Ask the question.
Who the hell... who the hell is she?
[knocking]
She who? What? Man, you been going
through a lot this year, bro. You good?
Devontae, why... why are you even here?
What you mean, bro? I work here.
You all right?
I'm fine.
Hey, hey, hey. You got to get it
together, brother. Like, you been going
through a whole bunch, man.
Hey, look, but you don't got to go
through this alone, man.
Alone? You don't talk about being alone.
We don't talk about Kuwait. We left that
in the past. Don't bring it up again.
What... what... what... what are we talking
about Kuwait for? Look, man, I'm here for
you. Look, we all here for you.
Look, check this out. Let's go get a
drink. How about that?
Look, I... look, I got... I'm fine. It's
late. You... you need to go.
Late, man? It's... it's not even 8 a.m.
yet. Like, what are you talking about?
Look, I'm okay. I appreciate you, but...
Look, you just need to leave.
Look, I get it. I mean, you up here
38th floor, you're the new CFO. I mean,
which I'm clearly the
better man for the job.
I don't have time to do...
Do this with you, Devontae.
Look, man, I know you got a fair and
square. Man, you built tech to change the
world. I mean, look, I'm still mad that
you... you let somebody steal it? Man, we
could have been rich right now.
Leave, Devontae.
Man, I'm just trying to help.
Now!
Hey, man, just... you need to
see somebody about this, man.
Get out, Tae!
With some heavy stuff.
Hey, look, I know somebody. Get out!
Enough games.
Who are you and for the
last time who is she!?
One question an hour. Who is
she that's the question as*h*le!
I fear you would not [
believe me if I told you... ]
What the... look, I'm done. I'm out.
I said you would not
believe me if I told you.
Therefore, I will show you...
You say you didn't want me to leave the
office. Make up your mind, psycho.
Open your text messages.
Don't know... this again? I'm not opening
my text messages to read something you
can tell me right now over the phone.
Open your text messages, Tyrell.
I gotta hang up. I got work to do.
There is no use fighting me, Tyrell.
You cannot win. Now, open them.
[ ominous music]
Very good, Tyrell.
Now, open the one from me.
I will give you only one warning, Tyrell.
You are to do nothing to draw any
attention to yourself or the live
streaming video you are about to watch.
If you show it to anyone, call the police
or forward it to Devontae for any help.
She dies.
Now, open it.
What?
What the hell is this?
You sick, bastard. I'm not watching this.
Oh, you will watch it. Or she dies, Tyrell.
Oh, is this how you get your kicks off?
Watching random women get slapped around?
Lift her chin so he can
see her face clearly.
[dramatic music]
You bastard!
Consider this a warning, Tyrell.
Look, I won't (Stammers)
I won't say, I won't say another word.
Just please.
Just please don't hurt her.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
(Screams echoing from phone)
Bastard!
(Screams echoing from phone)
Don't touch her. Don't touch her.
I swear to God, I swear to God,
you lay another finger on her
Okay, then.
(Fighting heard on phone)
Look, you like the boys in trouble.
I'd get him out of there if I was you.
No, no, no, no. This isn't.
No, no, no, no, no, no. No,
you gotta You gotta stop.
See, only a moment ago you seemed certain
that my boy, as you
called him, was in peril.
Please, please, please, please, please,
please, make him, stop.
Please, make him, stop.
But you seem to be
enjoying yourself so much.
Look, I'm begging you. I'm
begging you. Just call them off.
(Choking sounds on phone)
No, no, no, no.
(Choking sounds on phone)
No
No, look.
I'll do anything. Just make him stop.
I take it I have both your
attention and your cooperation.
I'll do whatever you want. I swear.
Do you understand that I
shall have absolutely no
compunctions about how she is k*lled?
Should the time come, Tyrell?
Yes.
Give me one good reason. I should believe
you will not input a backdoor, virus, or
an alert on your computer while you're
doing the task I have for you.
Because?
Because what, Tyrell? Speak the words.
Say it.
Because?
Because she...
Cause...
That's my wife.
Let her go. That will be enough.
I sense a bit of
precariousness in you, Tyrell.
She will come out of this alive, provided
you do as you are told.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Perhaps you should have taken one or two
of those pills before
Devontae absconded with them.
I'm glad he took them.
[LAUGHING]
So defiant. Is that how you
want to play this, Tyrell?
[CLICK]
What do you want me to do?
I was almost certain you would put up a
better fight than this...
You have my wife, as*h*le! I'd bring the
world to its knees over my wife.
I am certainly counting on that, Tyrell.
Now, your first task is to...
No, no, no, wait, wait, wait.
Until now, you've completely controlled
the dialogue. It's my turn.
You are in no position to make any
demands or have any control...
I want to talk to my wife.
I understand deeply, Tyrell,
that you have trust issues.
But I'm afraid that is not possible.
How do I know she's even alive?
How do I know what I saw was in a
pre-recording and you...
You already k*lled her.
I need proof of life.
I need to... If you want me to do anything
for you, I need to talk to my wife.
Answer your cell phone, Tyrell.
My cell phone is ri...
(Cellphone Vibrating)
Nikki?
Nykeisha?, baby I'm here.
Rell?
Nikki? I'm here, baby. Can you hear me?
Tyrell, hello?
I'm here, Nikki. Where are you?
Tyrell, are you there? Hello?
She cannot hear you. You wanted proof of
present life. Now you have it.
I'll k*ll you. If I get my hands on you,
I'm gonna break every bone in your...
Save you are threats for
someone who fears you, Tyrell.
And you may hang up now,
Handler, He's heard enough.
No! That isn't proof of life. How I know
it's not a recording from
a previous recording.
Look, if you want my cooperation... If you
want my cooperation,
let me speak to my wife.
Speak.
Nykeisha? Baby? Baby, can you hear me?
Are you there?
(Short breaths on phone)
I'm here. I'm here, baby. Look, I'm
coming for you. I'm coming for you.
Tyrell?
(Crying on phone)
I don't understand. I was
there, and now I'm here.
Look, Nikki, I'm coming for you. I'm
coming for you, okay? I'm coming...
It's so dark. Oh, my God.
He said he'll k*ll me
if you leave the office.
Please just stay there, Ty. Just do what
he says, and then we can be together again.
No, please, no, I need him...
Nykeisha! Nikki! Nykeisha!
Calm yourself, Tyrell.
(Nykeisha screaming)
We would not want to draw
any undue attention to your
situation now, would we?
I want her somewhere safe, somewhere
safe, and somewhere warm.
You understand me?
You were doing so well,
Tyrell. I would hate to have to...
If any harm comes to my wife, from this
moment on, you'll get nothing from me.
You hear me? And I want hourly check-ins.
I want to know if she is safe, if she is
warm. You understand?
Mark the time, as*h*le.
I'll hang up, and good luck finding
yourself another financial genius
to break in and out of GFS
accounts with out of trace.
We both know I'm the only one with access
and protocol that you need.
Without me, you get nothing.
Then you will lose her.
As it stands, who's to
say I haven't already?
[laughs]
Good for you, Tyrell. Good for you.
You are a sick son of a...
Careful, Tyrell. I find you
only mildly entertaining.
You would be wise to watch
what you say going forward.
Now, be quiet while I think.
[music]
I will concede to one of your wishes.
She will be moved to more suitable
accommodations within the hour.
As to the demand to speak with her hourly,
I am afraid in giving the intricacies of
the tasks that lay ahead of you.
That will not be possible. Trust me.
Trust you?
I'd laugh if this whole entire
situation wasn't so perverse.
Perhaps I can promise every 2 or 3 hours
Deal! now, let's get on with it
What do you need me to do?
Open your company email
You've put information that can be traced
back to me in an email,
and here I thought I was
dealing with a professional...
Turns out you're just another idiot.
Would an idiot be able to hack the
country's top corporate security system
and reroute all incoming and outgoing
calls on their own phone system?
Touche. You're going to have to tell me
how you did that when this is all over.
[typing]
This is impossible. There's no way I can
do all of this by five o'clock.
Do you have any idea how many security
systems I have to hack?
Codes I have to break and
then rewrite to get into...
It is merely three simple tasks.
You can do this in your sleep, I'm sure.
Surely if I were Kevin Mitnick and had
months of downtime,
there's only three tasks.
Sure, but each one has several processes
to go through in order for me
to complete them individually.
I'm a little faint, Tyrell.
It's not as though I have
the company code keys.
As I said, you have everything you need
at your disposal right
there in your office.
E. Ambrose, Q Marconi, and a mystery task.
What are these? CEOs who refuse to sell
under Caine's pressure? What's wrong? The
old boy losing his touch?
As stated, all will be
revealed at day's end.
Now, let us begin.
Fine. What's the task for Mr. E. Ambrose?
You have been sent three individual
emails that break down
each task singularly.
Mr. Ambrose' folder is under M-E-A.
Mr. Edward Ambrose? Wow.
It doesn't exactly take a
cryptologist to break that one.
Maybe you shouldn't
write codes, Mr. Altman.
And perhaps you should never
have married Mr. Williams.
Is there a problem?
Problem? Why would I have a problem? I'm
about to commit at least
ten federal crimes.
Oh, only white collar.
Only white collar? Bank fraud and
cybercrime is maybe only white collar, but
combined they can bring as much as 40
years if I'm not careful.
Then I would advise you to
be very careful, Tyrell.
We're about to destroy a man's
reputation, finances, and any sense of
security he has in the system. Damn right
I'm gonna be careful.
Just who is E. Ambrose and why is he so
important to you anyway?
Say something. Anything. I need a reason
if I'm going to destroy...
Tick tock, Tyrell.
Well the hell with that!
I'm not doing this.
I will be certain to share that
information with your precious wife
before she is ripped limb from limb while
you watch on your cell phone screen.
No! No!
No?
Then what would you have
me tell her, Tyrell?
Tell her?
Tell her.
Tell her I'm cooperating.
Hmm. Wise choice, Tyrell.
Before I go any further,
I need clarification.
How far do you want this to go?
Are we talking, just hurting him a bit?
Revoking his driver's license? Causing
the heat system at his business to
overheat and burn the place to the ground?
Am I emptying his bank accounts? Putting
trade secrets only he has
access in public view?
Oh, this is all so... pedestrian.
Just choose which road you want to go down.
You want Ambrose damaged or annihilated?
You already know my answer, Tyrell.
Complete annihilation it is.
[Laughing]
Very good.
[Typing]
Splendid. And just in the
nick of time, too. I'm impressed.
Atman... I... know that word.
You mean, name, Tyrell?
No.
Word. It reminds me of
Nikki for some reason.
Perhaps it's because it's a long past the
hour for a video call.
I'm sure she's worried sick about you.
[Phone vibrating]
[Facetime chime]
Nikki?
Baby, can you hear me?
Nikki?
Nykeisha?
You there? Baby, can you hear me?
I'm here, Ty. I'm sorry. I'm just...
Just what? You hurt?
Did that son of a b*tch...
No! no. I'm okay. I'm just...
I'm just so... Cold?
They was supposed to...
they was supposed to
take you somewhere warm and safe.
And... No. I mean, yes. They moved me
it's warm here, but...
What?
I just... I just need...
Food?
Is he starving you?
Let me know. Let me know if you
Hungry. And I'll fix it.
He... He who, Tyrell... What is going on?
Why can't I go home? Why am I
here? Why is this happening?
Look
Baby, I know it. It doesn't
make any sense. All right.
But I'm here for you. And I'm gonna come
get you. Ok, believe that.
I'm gonna come get you.
I just need you to be strong.
Nykeisha? Can you hear me?
Nykeisha Williams, can you hear me?
(Coughing)
I'll try, Tyrell, but... I'm just... I'm
so alone. It's not supposed to be like
this. I thought it would
be... I thought it would be more.
I know, but you're in a better place now.
They moved you to a better place, and I'm
gonna come get you. I promise you.
No! That isn't what I meant, Tyrell.
What do you mean, Nikki?
What are you trying to tell me?
I don't like being alone, Tyrell. We were
supposed to have children.
We were gonna move away from there,
remember? But now... now I'm so alone.
[Sound of Tyrell's heartbeat]
You hear that?
Your heartbeat.
Right.
My heartbeat. As long as I have strength
in my body, you believe in us. Okay?
I promise... I promise
I'll come and get you
Alright? As long as... as
long as there's strength in
me, you don't give up.
[Phone hangs up]
Nykeisha?
What did you do!?
But she needs me! I get that a cold bastard
like you can't comprehend
the concept of love, but I'm...
Love? Love is a rebarbitous social
construct. You know this, Tyrell.
You sociopath. That was my wife you
hung up on! If I get my
hands on you, I'll k*ll you.
Before, you claimed I was a psychopath.
And now you say I'm a sociopath. Which is
it, Tyrell? One cannot be both.
[laughs]
At first you come off in control.
Charming, even. You present the threat
cold, factual, and detached like you
yourself are not a part of the threat and
in all actuality you are.
That's the MO of a psychopath. But I
realize you're not as
in control as I thought.
You called my wife because I was
challenging you and that was the only way
you could control the situation.
You panicked. Then you cut our call off
abruptly because Nykeisha and I were
expressing emotions that
you are incapable of feeling.
Again, you panicked. Both are textbook
characteristics of psychopathic behaviors.
I see. Tell me something, Tyrell.
What?
You are just a numbers, man. You work
here in your office, your place of
business, as you said.
You are married. You have friends. You
have a genius IQ. And I have no doubt you
will be good at every task I've planned for
you today, regardless of the complexity.
Is there an actual question
in the near future?
Given your seeming normality...
I am normal. But get to the point.
Tell me, how is it that a normal man, as
you consider yourself to be, knows so
much about the topic of
personality disorders?
I don't know. College maybe?
You opted for sociology courses, not
psychology when you were
in university, Tyrell.
I don't know. Maybe I read an article
waiting in a doctor's office or
something. I don't know.
Mmm. Wise choice.
What do you mean?
Well, you picked a choice
I cannot readily or ever, for
that matter, investigate.
Investigate? What are you, a detective now?
I am as much a detective as you are just
a numbers, man, Tyrell.
Touch.
We should get started on the next task.
You haven't denied it.
You haven't denied it.
I mean, you have a huge problem with the
term psychopath. But sociopath?
None at all.
I mean, did I come close to home? Did I
hit a nerve? Or do you feel
better because I know now?
Does my IQ bother you? Or
provide some food for thought?
Stop this, Tyrell. Before you say
something, you will regret.
Like I said, you don't like
to be challenged, do you?
A man such as yourself would know.
No. No. Challenge builds character. Think
of this as an opportunity to grow.
Enough. I've given you what you want.
Anymore, stalling. And she will pay for it.
I've had enough of your bullshit! When
this is over, I'm gonna find you.
Yes, yes. And you're going to k*ll me.
Spare me your reverberations.
Can we move on now?
I'm not gonna k*ll you. Not at first. But
eventually. But eventually.
Once I get my hands on you,
I'm gonna make you suffer.
[Knock at door]
Go away!
Open the door and let
your friend in I'm busy!
Come on Rell, open up
I got something for you
Not now, Tae!
I am curious to see Hey, You go to hell.
[Door opens]
[Door closes]
Man, you worse off than I thought
Man I'm busy, Tae. I ain't
got time for this, man.
Hey, look, bro. I felt sorry about
earlier, so I brought your pills back.
Hey, man.
Hey, man. That's all I got for you, man.
I'm not giving you the whole bottle.
What, am I stupid or something? I mean,
that should work for eight hours a day.
That should be good
enough for the day, man.
So what? So what, you my babysitter now?
I'm just trying to be your friend.
Look, I don't got time for this, man.
You need to go.
Wait, wait.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, what?
I was talking to my boys. I was telling
them about what you had going on.
You know your situation.
My situation? What you doing?
What you know about my
situation? You working with them?
You know what she is?
You know what she is?
Get off me, man. Get off me, man.
Are you trippin'?
Man, I just came to bring you your pills,
man, to make sure you
was ready for tonight.
Why wouldn't I be?
Man, they say one of our
biggest clients, man, just tanked.
And tanked like how?
Like cease to exsist
Guess he jumped off the
building, fifty floors, smash.
What?
Guess he thought he was closer to the
ocean than he really was.
Ocean?
Maybe if you got out sometimes, you'll
know what's going on in the world, bro.
I'm not interested.
Really? So the CFO of the company don't
care that one of our
biggest money makers died,
and we don't know where
the skeletons is buried?
Bodies.
What?
The saying is, he or she died without
telling anybody where
the bodies are buried.
Yeah, sure if you was new to the game.
But look, Caine and that hotel guy, I
mean, they go back all the way to college.
I mean, that's like a million years.
Forty, actually.
What?
August graduated at
Harvard forty years ago.
Yeah, so?
Look, you need to go, Tae.
All right? You need to go.
Yeah, you're right. Right after I catch
you up on this, I don't want you going
out there looking stupid tonight if
somebody asks you about the situation.
What? I don't care what people.
So, Paradise Haven Resort, which is
located on Mr. Caine's private island,
just got raided by the feds.
They supposedly seized enough intel to
bring down the world's top five moguls
and their corporations, including...
Let me guess.
Our own GFS.
You got it. I mean, Odd's is the feds going
to hit this place next. If the feds look
deep enough, they're going to connect
Edward Ambrose to our CEO, August Caine.
And you know what that means.
Wait, wait, wait, Did you say E. Ambrose?
Yeah, why?
E. Ambrose.
You don't look so good, bro. You all right?
No, I...
You need to relax.
No, look, I can't relax, Tae. I got too
much to do. I did one and I got two left.
Did one, two left? Man, you talking crazy.
You just stay right there for a while.
Let me get you a water real quick, man.
Here, man. Take the pill.
I can stand here all day.
Man, I don't need no damn pills, man.
You know I will.
[somber music]
You happy now?
You will be.
Look, man.
It's time for you to go, Tae.
Go!
All right. I'm going to be back, though.
You want to do something for me, Tae?
Wouldn't be here if I didn't.
Look, I need you to leave me alone so I
can finish these damn fiscal reports for
the old man to get'em on his desk by five.
Can you do that for me?
You right. I'm going to go, man. I'ma go.
Hey, man, I'm gone. Just let you know,
man. I'm here if you need me
Appreciate it.
All right.
Got your back, bro.
Very impressive, Tyrell.
For a moment there, I thought I would
have to have your friend removed for you.
What are you thinking, Tyrell?
I can handle anyone that gets in my way.
They include you.
Well, the point is, Devontae is gone.
Finally, we should continue with your
second task quickly.
Quickly? Quickly?
What's the rush?
The pill your friend talked you into
taking is a rather strong dosage, Tyrell.
You only have 20 or so minutes until you
start feeling the effects of it.
Your coordination will become challenged.
Your cognitive ability will
slow, and eventually...
Ah, you mean...
You mean this pill? Or... Oh, no, no, no.
You mean...
This bottle.
I... how did you...
What's next?
The next task is... Oh, wait.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Is there a problem, Tyrell?
I was wondering.
Is it in regard to the task, or is it
something more personal?
Because I will not do
personal with you anymore.
Will my actions cause
anyone else to k*ll themselves?
You did not cause Edward
Ambrose's death, Tyrell.
So it's just a coincidence that less than
an hour after I did what I did, he jumped
50 floors to his death.
I would say so.
And you're a fool.
Careful, Tyrell.
I won't do anything that
will cause a man to...
You will do as you are told.
Need I remind you why that is?
No.
You don't.
Good. Then let us continue.
Open your email.
Now, open the one entitled "Q" Marcone.
Do...
Do you know him?
I asked you a question, Tyrell.
I don't know.
Either you know the man or you do not.
Which is it?
I don't... I don't get a
clearer picture in my mind
of him. You know what I mean?
But...
But what? Tell me.
Calm down, psycho.
Alright? I don't know the man.
Think hard, Tyrell. You are certain the
name means nothing to you?
What the hell difference does
it make if I know him or not?
You got my wife. You have my wife.
So I'm not to do what you say regardless.
I will ask you one more time, Tyrell.
And remember, I will know if you are lying.
Do you know? Or have you
ever met Mr. Q. Marcone?
Think clearly, Tyrell. Or she will pay.
Look, his name sounds familiar.
Okay? That's it.
I could have read his name on an online
article or met him at a corporate
function with Mr. Cane.
But we never met.
At least not to my recollection.
Now, can we get on with it?
Open your company email. You will find
all the information you need there.
It doesn't make sense.
It does not need to.
According to this, this guy is a nobody.
Just some poor schmuck trying to make a
living for himself and his family.
Which one?
What?
He's been married and divorced four times.
He's had children with each of his
ex-wives. He lives near and
communicates with none of them.
He's been in and out of jail. He's a
drug-abusing alcoholic, Tyrell.
So tell me, why would it matter to you
why his name is on your task list?
Do you think your facts are a little jaded?
Not at all.
Really?
Okay. It says here that Q. Marcone's
first wife cheated on him.
His second wife turned out to be a lesbian.
Third died of breast cancer and his
fourth wife walked out on him.
As for the other things you mentioned,
all of his jail time was from his youth.
He pays his child support on time and
he's been clean and sober.
For seven years, it was good for him.
Looks like he just started a small scuba.
So...
What is it, Tyrell?
Tyrell?
Tyrell!
Man, stop yelling.
I'm fine.
Like I said, he started a small scuba
business a couple years ago and it's just
now turning to profit for the first time.
So...
So, what could this everyday Joe have
done wrong enough to end up on your list?
It is not my list, Tyrell.
I am merely a voice.
The actions are yours.
Now, as you said it, just get on with it.
Just the voice on the phone.
Really?
No fault at all.
You're willing to accept that.
No culpability.
I am not responsible for the deeds of men.
No, but you seem to have no problem
playing the judge and jury over them.
Everyone judges, Tyrell.
Most people, however, do so silently.
In their own heads, so to speak.
Now, I, on the other hand, I am different.
[phone ringing]
I am beyond.
Seriously?
Seriously?
Is that your phone?
You need a minute to get that?
I will return shortly.
Do not do anything foolish, Tyrell.
I am aware of everything you do, no
matter where you are.
So stay put.
Yes, sir, Mr. Hottman, sir.
[silence]
2 million.?
What are you doing, Tyrell?
What? Nothing.
Nothing.
That's what I said.
Okay.
All right, then.
Let us move on.
Fine.
What do you want me to do to Marcone?
Crush him.
Crush his business.
Crush his livelihood.
Crush his personal life.
Crush anything that gives
him joy or makes him money.
Do you understand?
Yeah. So basically, you want me to do the
same thing to Marcone
that I did to Ambrose.
You are finally catching on, Tyrell.
Now type.
You need to hurry, Tyrell.
Time has almost expired.
Look, I know. I'm going as fast as I can.
Hurry, Tyrell.
Just give me a few more seconds.
You have less than a few left.
If you do not complete this task, not
only will we be caught,
but she will go back to it.
Shut up with the threats for right now.
And I need to focus.
Ten seconds, Tyrell.
Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
Done!
One.
You are a genius, Tyrell.
I never doubted your ability. Man!
You're sick.
Why so discourteous, Tyrell?
Take the compliment.
I do not give them easily
or often, for that matter.
I just destroyed a man's life.
Where's the joy in that?
How often does a man witness
a thief get what he deserves?
That man's no thief.
At least not on paper.
I found no evidence of that when I looked.
As far as I can tell, you're just picking
names out of your ass and
destroying people's lives.
When you looked? Huh?
You said, you found no evidence, that
Marcone was a thief when you looked.
I did?
Are you asking me if you said it?
Or telling me you did it, Tyrell?
What?
To which?
Huh?
[Groans]
Just open the next email, Tyrell.
First, I want to talk to my wife.
You just spoke to her, Tyrell.
I can assure you that she is fine.
Like I'd trust you.
I didn't just talk to Nikki.
But you did.
That was five hours ago.
No.
No?
There's too much work to be done, Tyrell.
Open the next email.
I refuse.
I refuse.
I'm not doing anything until you keep
your end of the bargain.
You said every few hours it's been five.
For a genius, Tyrell, you certainly make
deplorable decisions.
I wouldn't expect you to understand.
You're not capable of...
Of course I understand.
You have just done something that goes
against your moral code.
Destroyed the lives of two men who have
never done you any harm.
To make matters worse, you did so in
order to do something good.
I.e. save your wife.
Talking to her right now would help
soothe your conscience.
And remind you of how
important she is to your mission.
So you are capable of human emotion.
Before you give me credit, I may or may
not be worthy of Tyrell.
I must point out that there is an
astounding difference between being able
to identify human emotion and actually
having human emotion.
But you just said...
I am aware of what I just said, Tyrell.
I... I...
You...
How do you say you understand but you
won't let me talk to her?
It is because I understand that I cannot
let you speak to her.
Well, if you don't let me speak to her...
I'm gonna take this whole bottle.
No, Tyrell. You will not.
Look, you're, you're,
you're, you're talking in
circles and it's making my head spin.
This needs to end.
Must we do this, Tyrell?
It is such a waste of time.
Look, look, either... either you let me
talk to my wife or I'm taking all of them.
No, Tyrell. You will not.
The hell I won't?
Must we do this, Tyrell?
It is such a waste of time.
Tick tock, Tyrell.
Five!
You are not capable of doing this, Tyrell.
Four!
We both know it.
I had not planned for such
a ridiculous ploy, Tyrell.
Three!
I will not succumb to your antics, Tyrell.
Two!
This is not the way for either of
us to get what we want.
One! Well...
Wait. Stop.
All right. You may make your call, but
you will only have three minutes.
Thank you. That's all I needed.
I must ask you a question, Tyrell, and I
require an honest answer.
What?
Would you have taken the pills if I
had not allowed you to speak to Nykeisha?
Hell no!
[Sighs]
Now, I have a question for
which requires an honest answer.
What is it, Tyrell?
If I would have took all these pills,
would you have um...
k*lled Nykeisha when I... expired?
Unequivocally, yes.
Thought so.
Answer your phone, Tyrell.
Your wife is waiting.
(phone vibrating)
I trust we can continue
without distraction now.
Open your company email to...
That's it? Just carry on
like nothing just happened.
You spoke to your wife. I assume having
done so, you can focus on what's important.
My wife is what's important. Not your
plan or task needed to accomplish it.
Is that so?
What do you mean, "Is that so"? I don't
give a damn about you or what's important
to you, you narcissistic
mother-Careful, Tyrell.
You would not want her to pay for your
insolence now, would you?
Don't worry. I'll back off.
Just know by the end of the
day, you'll have what you want.
And I will too.
And what do you want, Tyrell?
Your head on a platter.
And here I thought your
answer would have been...
Nykeisha.
Don't doubt for a second that my wife is
the only reason I'm
cooperating with you, psycho.
But when this is over,
I'm going to crush you.
You understand?
TikTok, Tyrell.
Give me a break with your unseen clock
and voice modulator app.
I refuse to engage in this
pointless conversation.
Open your third email, Tyrell, and let us
conclude our business.
You're kidding, right?
I never kid, Tyrell.
Nah.
Nah, I'm pretty sure this is a joke.
You're certifiable.
And I don't mean that as an insult, but
there's literally no explanation.
Calm yourself, Tyrell.
Listen, I am calm.
I'm steady hands.
I'm not speaking with any emotion.
Then what is the problem, Tyrell?
Look, this is me calm.
This is a name like any other... Kobe!
You were saying?
It is just a name on the list
like any other name, Tyrell.
He is just as human and therefore as
defeatable as Ambrose and Marcone.
You don't believe that any more than I do.
Not so.
Why'd you put his name on the list last?
Why does it matter where his
name is on the list, Tyrell?
Look, don't get me wrong.
I mean, it was smart as well calculated.
Tyrell, I don't...
Hear me out. Hear me out.
You started me off slow.
Ambrose was a challenge,
but I completed the task.
But the true challenge was knowing I was
the contribution to a su1c1de.
And how did you manage to do that?
I put it in a box and filed
it away, never to be open.
Problem solved.
Good for you. Good for you, Tyrell.
Now, now, Marcone was much more difficult.
I mean, he was a good man.
On paper, As you put it.
Yes, well, I don't know what he did to
earn a spot on your list,
but he was there and I had
a job to do, so I did it.
But at no small penalty to my conscience.
He'll never be the same again, but at
least he didn't k*ll himself.
Then what is the problem, Tyrell?
What are you afraid of? Do
you doubt your potentiality?
Need I remind you of what happened at
Camp Arifjan in Kuwait?
Nice try. But you won't goad
me into doing a third task.
Then tell me why you are so determined
not to do it, Tyrell.
You wouldn't understand.
Try me.
Because it's August Caine.
I am aware of that. Caine is not
invincible. You know that. I know that.
It is time August knew it too.
August? You say his name
like you know him personally.
What's the deal here, as*h*le?
I prefer that you call
me by my name, Tyrell.
Atman is not your name.
Nor his as*h*le.
Yeah, but it's a lot
more accurate than Atman.
Tyrell.
What?
Why do you think Atman is not my name?
Tyrell!
I told you not to yell.
Then tell me why you don't
think Atman is my last name.
Because I just remember
what the word means.
What does it mean, Tyrell?
All right.
Nikki was heavy into finding inner peace.
She meditated all the time and she
explored different religions,
tribe, Tai Chi, yoga,
and a few other methods.
But Hinduism seemed to
work the best for her.
She got heavy into soul
and self and Brahman.
She even tried to get me into it, but it
didn't work for me the way it did for her.
And?
And?
Atman refers to one's inner self.
Nikki said it was a silent partner in all
of her, in all of her deeds.
Ah... so it is the voice
that is within us...
guiding and pro...
Making a person disappear on paper or
bankrupt a business is child's play
compared to what you're making me do.
I understand that Tyrell
No, you don't understand a damn thing or
his name or what you want me to do
wouldn't be on the task list.
This isn't apples and oranges.
It's more like it's not
even oranges and pumpkins.
I mean, both of them are orange, but.
Tyrell, you are overreacting.
Overreacting?
Rather dramatically
overreacting, I might add.
Overreacting? If you think that, then you
are clueless at what's at stake here.
Then by all means,
explain it to me, Tyrell.
Have you ever heard of corporate espionage?
Who in our line of work hasn't?
Our line of work?
Do you work here at GFS?
Or are you with another?
Focus, Tyrell.
Reading codes to learn corporate secrets,
rewriting them to make entirely new and
considerably more complex code to lock
the corporation out, and planning
malware, can get me as much as 20 years
and fines in millions.
And I'm not talking some cozy cell for
corporate geeks. I'm talking hard time.
That's prison, not jail.
Then do not get caught
Oh, just don't get caught.
Why not think of that?
You don't get it. I'm
not just a developer or a
programmer or a crypt-analyst.
A what?
A code writer or a breaker. I'm just a...
A numbers man, right? I heard you. Tyrell
I find it interesting that you take
exception to doing the work of a code
breaker, but not about stealing millions
or destroying a person's livelihood.
What? I do?
No, you do not. You call
yourself a numbers man.
Yet, you have not had any problem getting
in and out of secure systems in some of
the most complex financial
institutions in the world.
Not only that, but you have done so with
amazing speed and prowess.
You designed one of the most advanced
pieces of technology the world has ever
seen, and you did so on an
OS system in your office.
I can't confirm nor
deny any of that's true.
(Laughs)
I see. Well, I know the truth, Tyrell.
What's your point?
You have an IQ that is
literally off the charts, Tyrell.
Your intelligence quotient could rival
that of Einstein, Newton, Jobs.
Whoa, hold on, They're geniuses, sure,
but all of them had mental illnesses.
Calm yourself, Tyrell.
Genius and mental illness are believed by
many in the medical
field to go hand in hand.
You say that like that's a good thing.
This is pointless and ineffectual. Just
tell me what you are
really afraid of, Tyrell.
Nykeisha, I'm afraid of what you might do
to her after I do this one last task.
After I press enter.
Oh.
Oh. That's all you have to say?
Just, just oh?
I have already told you Tyrell,
I will release her and
the two of you can li...
Be together again.
I don't believe you.
I don't believe you and I
damn sure don't trust you.
I guess I cannot blame you.
Still, there is only one way to find out
if I am of my word or not.
Complete the task, then
push the enter key, Tyrell.
Quiet, quiet, quiet.
I'm thinking.
You will do as you are
told or she will pay.
You've done everything you could do to
make me think you were in
control the entire time.
Your speech has been absolutely meticulous.
You have not used a
contraction unless you were upset.
You've only gotten upset when your
schedule was threatened.
This is pointless Tyrell.
I said be quiet!
You've dehumanized my wife.
Every chance you got, you've made me
believe her life was in your hands.
It is Tyrell... Try me
Speak again and I will undo everything
I've done for the last nine hours.
You've taken great lengths to make me
believe that I would incur penalties if I
disobeyed in any way.
Truth is, I've got nothing
to fear this whole time.
Nykeisha's life has never been in danger.
Has it?
Tyrell, please.
You must finish what we have started.
There it is again.
You said I must finish.
But then you switched to what we started.
I was here in my office alone when you
made the first call.
So why do you phrase it as though we
approached this together?
Get back on task or she will
pay for your upheaval, Tyrell.
Not only will you not hurt,
Nykeisha, but you're not able to.
You have already seen me do it.
Hmm.
Have I?
We have no time for this, Tyrell.
Like I said, you've only
used contractions in the
past when you were scared.
So what are you afraid of?
What is it that you don't want me to know?
You think I am trying to
protect myself, Tyrell.
You are wrong.
It is you I am trying to protect.
It is you that I have always protected.
She, the video of Nykeisha,
the phone calls, all gone.
Tyrell, you're not ready yet.
You must complete the process or...
Stop talking or I'll call
Caine myself, and tell him everything.
Tyrell, please stop this.
Before it goes too far.
Shhh...
No!
I am sorry, Tyrell.
This may sound cold, but I need to know.
If you are finally ready to continue.
I think for the first time
in a long time, I'm ready.
I'm ready to continue.
Very good.
Then open up your email.
It's time that we... You...
You made sure I wouldn't
have any distractions.
Well, the work you are
doing is very important, Tyrell.
Keeping you focused was
the least I could do.
No, you told me I couldn't leave my office.
Well, I couldn't have you
getting distracted, Tyrell.
No, because you...
Because you didn't want
me to see the truth.
Yes. Well, wait, what?
You made me get rid of Devontae because
you were afraid it was gonna...
It was gonna trigger me.
Well, you must admit, Tyrell, that
Devontae Roundtree is a distraction for
any person of purpose.
Then you found a way to delete all my
phone calls so that security couldn't see
that you've been calling me.
I did what I had to do to
keep you focused, Tyrell.
Liar!
You did what you did for your own reasons.
Tyrell, your success is my success.
I think you know at least that much by now.
Another lie!
No.
There are things that you didn't,
or you don't want me to know.
Or maybe there are things that...
Tyrell.
There are things you
don't want me to remember.
Your memory is as it should be, Tyrell.
You have always known
what was best for you.
And you've left the rest for me.
You have to admit, we... we work better
that way, do we not?
You forgot to remove one thing that would
give me back recall.
Total recall, Tyrell.
Yeah.
You're right. You're right.
It's a bit theatrical.
Well, how about clarity? Total clarity?
Tyrell, we do not have time for this.
We must get back on tennis.
You left... you left
things here on my desk that
You believed would inspire me.
And for a while they did.
But you failed to look closer.
Because this... this picture
of my wife, the photo...
The photo used after her memorial service.
You see... you see down at the bottom?
Nykeisha
D'andra Williams.
The date says 1986 to 2022.
Tyrell.
You are not making any sense.
Now, finish the task before I get angry
and Nykeisha pays for it.
Finish the task.
I'm not worried.
You no longer care whether
she lives or dies then
There's no continuing this charade. I
told you, N'kyeisha's dead.
She has been since a year ago today.
Charade? Tyrell, you, you...
you're tired. Perhaps...
My wife died last year
while we were on our honeymoon.
Scuba diving.
We had an argument
about... about something I can't remember.
But she went scuba diving without me.
You... you were mistaken, Tyrell.
Delusional. She's with me.
There was... there was something...
something
wrong with her scuba t*nk.
It failed.
She drowned.
What do you hope to achieve?
What's wrong?
Huh?
Did... I... I ruin your precious plan?
I am still in control
Anyway, turns out the scuba instructor
one Quincy Marcone or Q. Marcone.
As in number two on your task list,
wasn't even licensed to teach scuba diving.
Let... let alone operate a business.
[laughs]
You must stick with the plan, Tyrell.
Oh, and... and... and guess which island...
Guess which island resort
Marcone's contract was for?
Oh, come on. Try. Go ahead.
Just one guess. Go ahead.
Don't do this, Tyrell.
The one and only Paradise Haven Resort.
The very resort run by none
other than Mr. E. Ambrose.
Tyrell, you don't know what you are saying.
The very same E. Ambrose... well, I can say
it to say his first name aloud.
Edward Ambrose.
Owner and operator of the
Paradise Haven Resort.
Tyrell, stop this.
Coincidentally, Paradise Haven just so
happens to be a subsidiary.
Shall I let you do the honors? Come on.
Ahh. You're no fun. Fine. I'll say it.
Paradise Haven Resort is a subsidiary of
none other than GFS.
Crazy, right? I mean, what are the
chances? What are the chances...
and who knew?
Old, Ambrose must have been rolling in it.
At least until he took a nosedive off the
roof of the building.
Tyrell, you are skating on thin ice.
Ahh. Skating. Skating, yeah. Right.
I used to be pretty good at it, too.
I was cold You ever been skating? No?
You would have loved it.
Tyrell, five, four, three, two, Kobe!
And the crowd goes wild
[sighs]
Did I... did I ever tell you that the life
insurance company, LifeSure,
refused to pay out Nykeisha's policy?
Hey! I'm talking to you!
Tyrell, this road will lead you nowhere.
You should get back on your final task
before it's too late.
Did I tell you why they refused to pay?
I... to...(stammers)
Hey!
Hey, pay attention!
What's wrong with you?
Sounds like you're at the end of a tunnel
or something. Get it together!
My apologies, Tyrell. I
think our connection is dying.
What? Hey! Well, plug it up! Because the
office phone has plenty of juice.
(laughs)
I said I need you to
collect yourself, Tyrell.
So they didn't pay out, because the county
clerk's office was backed
up due to weather conditions.
So they didn't get around to processing
our marriage license until
31 days after receiving them.
That's one day after the
state deadline. One g*dd*mn day.
That means, in the eyes of
the law, we weren't married.
That means that my wife wasn't my wife
when we were on our honeymoon.
That means that the woman
I married, the woman...
The woman I loved...
wasn't my wife at all.
You can't imagine the
devastation that caused me.
Tyrell, this isn't going to help you.
And guess who owns Lifesure?
Come on. Guess?
Caine
That's right. My boss and CEO of Guardian
Financial Services, Incorporated.
None other than August Caine, the man who
stole my tech and froze me
out while he profited from it.
Tyrell, you cannot go down this road and
expect to arrive unscathed. Please.
It's been over a year and I still haven't
figured out how that
sneaky son of a b*tch...
Tyrell, before you go to too far...
I just wish I knew... I knew the traitor.
Who the traitor was that stole my
schematics and turned them over to Caine.
I'd rip his head off.
I truly would.
You know what happened, Tyrell.
I don't.
You said you had total recall.
Use it now to remember.
You are spiraling, Tyrell.
Spiraling? No. Waking up, perhaps.
I've been... I've been racking my brain
all day trying to figure out
why these names were chosen.
Why these businesses had to be put down.
And then...
Then it hit me.
Tyrell, I'm urging you
to stop this before...
Guardian Financial Services.
That was the linchpin.
The dead center element of it all.
The contributing factors,
that obliterated my life.
It is overwhelming when you think about it.
Right!
So who could blame me
for wanting the demise of August Caine,
Edward Ambrose, Quincy Marcone,
Paradise Haven Resort,
Subaqueous Scuba, Guardian Financial, and
even Lifesure Insurance Company.
Even though it wasn't on your list.
Agreed. Now that we have this
settled, we can move forward.
So if you would be so kind...
Exactly! I have all the
reason in the world.
Yes, of course, Tyrell. But you...
But you don't.
Excuse me?
Logically speaking, these are
things that happened to me.
Yeah. They have nothing to do with you.
Enough of this, Tyrell. They have
everything to do with me.
I am the one who fixes what's broken. It
is me that solves your problems.
Chases away your fears, emboldens you,
fights for you. You would
be nothing without me.
That's the thing, as*h*le. I'm starting
to think that if there were no me,
it wouldn't be a you. But it's
my life and my decision to...
To what, Tyrell?
To finish the task or not.
Do not make me force
you to continue, Tyrell.
It is in our best interest that we get
back on task and finish the job.
Together, as planned.
(laughing)
Do you remember me saying that no matter
how hard she tried, I just couldn't buy
into Nikki's philosophies?
Yes. Why?
Of all the ones she
introduced me to, the one I...
The one I most loathe was the concept of...
Atman.
The thought of there being an inner
consciousness that was my
inner most radiant self.
I control me, not some
invisible force inside of me.
Well now you're just being cocky, Tyrell.
Confident. Confident. Not cocky.
I won't finish your task.
That's final. Now, go away.
Hang up.
What? What?
I said, hang up. You are in control,
right? Then just hang up, Tyrell.
You'll only call back.
I give you my word. I will not call back.
You're lying!
I have not lied to you once, Tyrell.
You've been lying ever
since I picked up the phone.
I have been your humble
servant the whole time.
I need you to shut up. I don't even know
why I'm listening to you. Be quiet.
You know what I'm saying, Tyrell.
No, you keep saying that. You keep saying
no, no I don't know what you're saying.
Just shut up. You're not making any
sense. I need you to shut up.
None of this is making any sense.
You know why, Tyrell.
No, I don't. Stop saying that.
Stop saying that.
You want me, you want me to hang up, just
so you can call back so I can go mad.
You know that's not true, Tyrell. It's my
job to protect you and always have been.
Then you help me understand. You help me
understand. This whole thing.
(mumbles)
You know why, Tyrell.
No, I don't. I shouldn't
be listening to you.
Why won't you shut up?
I cannot do that, Tyrell.
Why not?
You know why, Tyrell.
Say the words.
No.
Say them out loud so you can hear and
believe them, Tyrell.
We haven't much time left, Tyrell.
Tell me why I can never be silent. Tell
me why you always hear me, Tyrell.
Say the words aloud. Say the
words. Say the words, Tyrell.
Because you're in my head.
It is all going to be all right, Tyrell.
You are almost ready.
Ready for what?
For the whole truth.
What are you talking about?
I don't know the truth.
You do, Tyrell, and you know you do. You
must say the words.
Hurry. Our time is running out.
Read it, Tyrell.
No, no.
You know you must.
I do. I don't... I don't want to.
Do it now, Tyrell, before it is too late.
I wouldn't... I wouldn't do it.
I didn't do it.
You have to say the words, or this will
all have been for nothing, Tyrell.
But it wasn't me.
Say the words, Tyrell.
I...
Say the words.
I...
I did it.
I did it.
(Door opens)
I did it.
It's okay, Mr. Williams. Let's get you
back to your room, and
everything will be all right.
Devontae! Help me! Don't
let them take me away again!
Do not worry.
Dr. Price.
Tyrell.
Let's prepare the reports. We'll send it
to Harmony Hills, where
his primary care doctor is.
Yes, Dr. Stevens. Should
we prepare for phase two?
Yes.
I don't want to go back.
Next time, we won't have to.
You know why. Don't you?
Because we'll come up with a better plan.
(Menacing laughter)
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