[dramatic music playing]
[doctor 1]
OK, patient's good to go.
Starting the incision.
Clamp there, please.
[doctor 2] Well, was it good?
[monitor beeping]
[doctor 1]
Permit that template, thank you.
Organ's ready.
[doctor 2] And it's taken.
[doctor 1] Yeah.
[dramatic music playing]
[tires screech]
[gate door buzzes]
Oh, sh*t.
[cell phone rings]
[sighs]
I know, I know.
-[Jordan] What?
- I'm supposed to be
at the airport
two hours before my flight?
What are you still
doing at home?
[sighs]
I got held up.
Wait, for real?
[laughs] No, not that kind.
The kind where I haven't
gone anywhere fun in forever,
and I can't seem
to make a decision.
Babe, it's just a weekend.
Jacksonville will still be there
when you get back, I promise.
I know. I'm just being weird.
Well, turning 25
does that to people.
-What do you mean?
-Well, you know,
it's your quarter-life crisis.
When everything turns to sh*t,
you start asking,
"Who am I?"
"What am I doing with my life?"
And, "Is Jordan
the best I can do?"
-Yeah, pretty much.
- You're gonna flip
when you see Nashville.
It's like Vegas,
but in the South.
Is that supposed
to be a good thing?
I'm serious.
The city would be good for you.
For us.
Yeah, and I'm thinking about it.
I really am.
-But I am late.
-Go.
I can't wait to see you.
I'll see you in three hours.
I love you.
Love you.
f*ck it.
[sighs]
[dramatic music playing]
[gasps]
Slow down!
as*h*le.
[laughs] Happy early birthday.
Oh, Marcy, you're sweet.
Make a wish.
I wish my plane
was leaving an hour later.
Right, your trip.
Didn't we hear back from 510?
I think maybe he died.
'Cause he hasn't paid his rent
in, like, six months, and his
phone's no longer in service.
-The painter guy?
-Yeah.
Well, go ahead and clean it out.
[typing]
Oh, my God,
you are so gonna hate me.
Because?
I can't work this weekend.
You're telling me this now?
I know it sucks,
but I just found out myself.
Found out what? I'm supposed
to be getting on a plane.
I tried getting Greg to cover,
but he's still in Tallahassee.
[scoffs]
I don't believe this.
Why can't you just lock the door
and go on your trip?
Because the sign says,
"Open 24 Hours."
Laurie, I saw
three people today.
It's not like you're an IHOP.
That's not the point.
No, the point is...
Go! Celebrate your birthday
with Jordan in Nashville.
What exactly did you find out?
I, um...
got accepted to UNC.
My parents want me to see
the campus before I commit,
so were driving up first thing.
-That's great. Congratulations.
-Thanks.
I'm sure your parents
are very proud.
-Did you go to college?
-I did, yeah.
What was your major?
Fine Arts and Philosophy.
Which means the only place
I'm actually qualified
to get a job is ancient Greece.
[laughs]
Mm. I-I don't get it.
Never mind. Um, go.
Get out of here. It's fine.
Do I still have a job?
Of course.
Then I'll see you Monday.
See you Monday.
[door opens and closes]
Hey, I'm just as upset
as you are.
[Jordan]
But it's your birthday.
I'm aware.
So why do you keep
punishing yourself?
I'm not punishing myself.
I can't find anyone to cover.
There's nothing that I can do.
-Bullshit.
-Excuse me?
I'm not the one who moved
to an entirely new city.
Yeah, and I'm not the one
stuck in the past.
I'm not stuck, I'm--
I'm responsible.
Look, I'm really not trying
to sound like a d*ck,
but you need to sell that place.
Start living life again.
-Your life.
-Jordan...
This is the third time
you've canceled.
You do know that, right?
Please don't talk
about this right now.
And I seriously doubt your folks
would want you spending
the rest of your life
surrounded by barbed wire
and caring
for other people's junk.
OK, I'm hanging up now.
[scoffs]
[cell phone rings]
[sighs]
[dramatic music playing]
-[Dante] No way, bro.
-[Carlos] What?
-No way.
-You don't think I can beat him?
[Dante] With your fists, maybe.
sh*t. You wouldn't even make it
-past the appetizer round.
-And you would?
I ain't the one
trying to get on TV.
That's because you f*cking like
washing dishes for a living.
I beat Bobby Flay
with Mom's ropa vieja.
We can open our own restaurant.
Just cause you cook
for prisoners
doesn't make you an Iron Chef.
[laughs]
Where the f*ck is Benny?
Dawg. I sure hope you know
what you're doing.
You're gonna be like this
all night?
I'm trying to get us paid.
I'm just saying,
these boys ain't messing around.
There, you see?
Nothing to worry about.
[dramatic music playing]
-You're late.
-Is that him?
Don't ask questions.
I need to talk to Mr. Hunsaker.
No, you don't.
Open the trunk.
Some kind of joke?
-[Carlos] What?
-[Dante] It's empty.
f*ck! You f*ck!
Are you f*cking kidding me?
Are you f*cking kidding me?
Don't sh**t, don't sh**t.
Mr. Hunsaker, please!
I just want to talk!
[coughing]
I swear to God, Benny,
if you f*ck this up...
[whimpers]
What seems to be the problem?
He doesn't have the package.
And yet here you are.
It's safe. You have my word.
I didn't pay for your word.
Yeah, I know, but this was
before I knew who you were.
Now that I know it's you,
this whole thing feels
a lot more risky, so...
You thought you'd renegotiate.
No, not to be to disrespectful
or anything,
but just, you know,
like, more fair.
Let me ask you something, Benny.
[sighs]
When has life ever been fair?
You think I survived
in the construction business
all these years
by being a nice guy?
Probably not.
-No?
-There's no such thing as fair.
There's winners and losers.
And greedy little shits like you
trying to take advantage.
But you need me.
What I need is for you
to stop wasting my time.
Check his pockets.
[coughs]
Oh!
[Carlos]
What the hell did you do?
Hold still, f*ck. Where is it?
Schuyler Self Storage.
[laughs] Unit 234.
Even got a gate code.
[coughs]
OK, OK, fine.
A deal's a deal.
Forget I said anything.
-We're done here.
-But you still need me.
Come on, man,
please hear me out.
[Carlos] Sorry, buddy.
Take it that wasn't
part of the plan?
Hard to get good help
these days.
[menacing music playing]
[thunder rumbling]
[water dripping]
[reporter on TV] Storm is making
its way into Florida.
If you have to go out tonight,
take it slow, and be careful.
[audience cheering on TV]
This sells itself...
[rock music playing]
He didn't seem like
a very nice person to me.
You swing for the fence.
...live at Belfort
Regional Medical Center,
-where we just received...
-[cell phone rings]
[silences ringer]
[mouse buttons click]
sh*t.
[drawer slides closed]
[thunder rumbling]
[dramatic music playing]
[sighs]
[water dripping]
sh*t.
[sighs]
[creaking]
[faint chiming]
[grunts]
[groaning]
[gasps]
sh*t!
[faint chiming continuous]
[dramatic music playing]
[faint chiming continues]
[chiming volume increases]
Mind your own business, dummy.
[gate door buzzes]
[dramatic music playing]
[sighs]
[faint chiming continuous]
[Jules coughing]
[Jules] What's the problem?
[Carlos] f*cking Benny.
None of these work.
-Maybe he's dyslexic.
-Who?
-Try them again.
-Benny.
You know,
maybe he got it reversed.
Like 234 is really 432.
-[Carlos] Don't be an idiot.
-[Dante] I'm not the one
who shot him
-Shut up.
-[c*ck g*n]
None of those.
[coughing]
[Carlos] Jesus Christ.
[sighs]
[woman]
Hi, Dad. Why aren't you home?
I stopped by Whole Foods
and bought us
a couple of rib eyes.
Don't worry, they were on sale.
Love you.
Hi. I'm sorry for the wait.
Uh, the sign says
it opens 24 hours, so...
I figured somebody
would show up eventually.
New purchase?
The perks of the job.
It's sad what people throw away,
but you can't beat the price.
How can I help you?
It's a little embarrassing,
really.
More embarrassing than
dumpster diving in the rain?
-[laughs]
-I don't think so.
I picked up the wrong set,
which means my wife has the key
to my unit on her set,
and she's in Orlando
On the one weekend where
I have to get into that unit.
Let me pull up your account.
Which unit is it?
Uh, 234.
[typing]
Problem?
Our system is, um, a bit slow.
Can I get the name
on the account?
Benjamin Salgado.
Is there anyone else who might
have set up the account?
Well my wife usually handles
these sort of things.
I just got to tell you,
I'm in a little bit of a rush.
-Of course. Absolutely.
-Yeah.
Marcy, you screwed this up.
You, uh...
You do have access
to all the other units, right?
Like a spare key or a master key
of some sort?
It's an old facility.
We usually just cut the lock
in an emergency.
Well, OK, fine, let's...
Let's do that.
-Understood, I...
-No, I-I don't think you do.
[coughs]
I am sorry, I really am,
but can I please see some ID?
For security purposes.
It's just my usual
receptionist is out,
so I just need
to match your information.
You got to be
f*cking kidding me.
My ID is in the car,
and it's pouring rain out there.
And this is starting
to piss me off.
Sir, I can't open the unit
if you're not in the system.
Unless... Unless I have your ID.
-It's a company policy--
-I don't have time for this.
[sighs]
It's our company policy.
[sighs]
Apologies.
I'm sorry. God...
I'm just...
I'm in a little rush.
If you could just give me a key
or cut the lock off,
I don't care which.
[Jules coughing]
If it's money you need...
I want you to leave.
Now.
[thunder rumbling]
[coughing]
Have a good evening.
[dramatic music playing]
[thunder crashes]
[phone line rings]
[Jordan]
Hey, it's Jordan.
I can't take your call,
so leave me a message.
[voicemail beeps]
[sighs]
[ominous music playing]
[faint chiming]
[chiming continuous]
[chiming]
[electrical crackling]
[panting]
[suspenseful music playing]
[gasps]
[screams]
What the f*ck?
Ah! Oh, God! My side.
[panting]
Where am I? Who are you?
I-I-I'm not gonna hurt you.
What the f*ck is happening?
I-I don't know.
[groans]
Um, my name is Laurie Schuyler.
I'm the owner.
Owner of what?
Where the f*ck am I, g*dd*mn it?
You're in a storage facility.
A what?
A storage facility?
You're sh1tting me.
Why are you handcuffed?
Why am I in
your f*cking storage unit?
-I don't know!
-Well, who does?
Benjamin Salgado!
Am I supposed to know
who that is?
The man who put you here
is Benjamin Salgado.
But now, there's another guy
who's pretending to be him.
What...
What other guy?
Old, blond hair.
He didn't have the key,
but he had a chauffeur.
[exhales sharply]
What's your name?
What?
Your name.
Clayton.
Clayton? I'm Laurie.
My phone is broken, but there's
a desk phone in my office.
OK?
-W-W-What are you doing?
-I'm calling the police.
What? Wait!
Wait, wait, Laurie!
Benjamin, Benny.
He-- He's a short--
Short Hispanic guy, right?
Yes, yes.
[sighs heavily]
-What day is it?
-23rd, it's Friday.
[sighs]
Jesus Christ.
What?
The guy set me up.
What do you mean?
Wednesday morning.
In the Harborview Hospital,
giving blood.
I get talking to this orderly
about transplants and sh*t.
Benny?
Yeah, Benny.
Thirty minutes later,
I got jumped in the parking lot.
I woke up strapped
to an operating table.
-I don't-- I don't believe this.
-No?
Look at this.
[dramatic music playing]
[Clayton wincing]
[Clayton gasps]
Oh, my God.
-I...
-They...
-Took something, right?
-What?
Liver, kidneys, spleen,
I have no f*cking clue.
Anyway...
Whatever pays most
n the black market, I guess.
Are you kidding me?
No, It's f*cking sick, right?
They...
I think they're passing
me around from buyer to buyer.
But why you?
[sighs]
My blood type, maybe?
I'm AB negative.
Benny said it's pretty rare.
-Is this normal?
-No, give it a second.
If there's a power outage,
emergency backup should kick in.
[electricity hums]
What if it wasn't
a power outage?
L-Laurie, wait!
Wait! Laurie, Come back out!
[grunting]
Help!
[suspenseful music playing]
[breathing heavily]
[dial tone buzzes]
-[mouse button clicks]
-What the...?
No.
sh*t.
[computer beeps]
sh*t, sh*t.
[panting]
[suspenseful music playing]
[rattles door]
[panting]
-We gotta move.
-Talk to me.
-He came back.
-Who? Benny?
The older one.
But he's not alone.
-Can you walk?
-Yeah, I think so.
Ah! Sweet Jesus!
[labored breathing]
-How many guys?
-At least four.
We just gotta get to my car.
[tense music playing]
[grunting]
Ah! f*ck.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[coughing]
Son of a b*tch.
Had to be her.
[both panting]
The bed's still warm.
The man just got out of surgery.
He can't be far.
-Go.
-What about the girl?
Don't hurt her. Understood?
[coughing]
[ominous music playing]
-sh*t.
-What?
My keys.
I left them in the office.
I'll be right back.
Damn it.
[sighs]
[breathing heavily]
sh*t.
[phone line rings]
-[Leon] Yeah?
-Nobody leaves.
Copy that.
-I'm at the front gate.
-[coughs]
[panting]
[gasps]
[gasps]
No! No! No!
-Ah!
-Easy now, girl.
I don't want to k*ll you,
and you don't want to be dead.
Come on.
-Come on, come on.
-[grunting]
Stop trying to move.
Don't f*ck with me. Move.
Move. Keep going.
sh*t.
[Clayton panting]
Keys, keys, keys, come on.
sh*t.
[panting]
f*ck.
[water dripping]
[door opens and closes]
Looks like this
is turning out to be
a bad night for both of us.
You people are sick.
Not everyone. Just me.
Just couldn't leave
well enough alone, could you?
f*ck you.
Now, now, now.
We don't need any of that.
You just don't understand
the gravity of the situation.
Look, I don't know you,
and I don't want to know you.
Just let us go.
Us?
I won't say anything, I promise.
And I promise once I find him
and you're safely locked away
in one of these units,
I'll tell the police which one.
But you got to help me find him.
Where is he?
[screams]
God!
[Jules shouting indistinctly]
[suspenseful music playing]
[screaming]
[Jules]
God! That f*cking hurts!
[Dante] Piece of sh*t, man!
[Jules groaning]
No soap!
No soap, it'll make it worse.
Oh, f*ck!
[panting]
[labored breathing]
[Carlos] Don't you f*cking move!
[dramatic music playing]
That wasn't this building.
I said I needed him alive.
What the f*ck is the matter
with your brother?
Go!
[metal door rolling]
[metal door rolling]
Hey, as*h*le,
just because we can't k*ll you
doesn't mean
we can't f*ck you up.
Don't make this harder
on yourself.
Come on out.
[both grunt]
[both grunting]
[screams]
[both grunting]
-[g*nsh*t]
-[screams]
[clicks empty]
[Dante] Carlos!
[grunts]
[menacing music playing]
[Dante] Carlos!
[grunts]
Carlos?
Carlos!
Yo, Carlos!
Carlos?
Carlos?
No, no, no, no, no.
Carlos?
[car alarm chirps]
[tense music playing]
[grunts]
Carlos. Carlos.
[sniffles]
Carlo, man. Please.
-Carlo.
-[Doc] Damn.
An inch either way,
and he might have survived.
Or maybe if he hadn't been
so g*dd*mn quick with that g*n,
he'd still be with us.
Now, come on.
Let's find this guy
and finish the job.
f*ck you and your job!
I'm done!
I know this feeling.
Get away from me.
Impotent rage is a terrible
thing to waste.
You want the guy
that did this to suffer, right?
Come on, man.
Let's go find this guy.
Once I get what I need,
he's all yours.
I'll pay you double.
[sniffles]
Let's go.
[dramatic music playing]
[panting]
[yells]
[cries out]
[sighs]
[sighs] Think. Think!
Yo, mama!
Come on out!
Punk-a*s little b*tch!
You and me got business.
[water trickling]
[eerie music playing]
[hinges squeak]
[door closes]
-[gasps]
-[footsteps]
[screaming]
Hey, hey! It's me, It's me!
Jesus Christ!
-Shh!
-How did you--?
I was trying to climb the fence.
I saw you through the gate.
[gasps]
Jesus Christ.
[both breathing heavily]
I can't believe you live here.
You mean the warden's house?
Why would you build a house
in a storage facility?
The house came first.
This was all supposed
to be a farm,
but four hurricanes later,
they decided to cover
the whole thing in cement.
Is there a back entrance?
Not since 2010.
Oh, my God!
Yeah, I was hoping there might
be a first aid kit around here.
[Clayton wincing]
You got anything
stronger than Midol?
Tequila.
[both laugh]
I can't believe
that they shot you.
Well, one down, four to go.
What do you mean?
He's dead.
You k*lled him?
Would you prefer
I took him to court?
[Clayton winces]
Is there a landline somewhere
or computer we can use?
They cut the Internet.
It's all tied together.
Well, why was the TV
in the office working?
It's a satellite.
It's connected
to an emergency inverter.
What?
My dad liked football.
[sighs] Well, come on, we...
We're surrounded
by hundreds of units
filled with other people's sh*t.
There's gotta be something
we can use.
Everything's locked.
[sighs]
Oh, my God.
What?
146! Mr. Takaki.
-What about him?
-He has a large unit
in the old section.
One of the side panels is loose.
I've been meaning
to get it fixed.
-And?
-Never got around into it.
I think my boyfriend has a pair
of shoes that might fit you.
-Where is he?
-Nashville.
That's convenient.
Tell me about it.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Clayton grunts]
[Laurie gasps]
So, what do you think?
Yeah, this'll do.
He visits once a month
to let the engine run,
but he never takes it out.
-Really?
-What? He trusts me.
Not after tonight.
Right.
Between this door
and the main gate,
that front end
doesn't stand a chance.
The gate isn't locked.
Once the power goes, it doesn't
reset in case of fire.
We can just push it open.
Maybe I can sneak back
into B Building
and grab the bolt cutters
so I can cut the lock,
open this door,
and drive out without...
Without what?
Getting caught or k*lled?
This truck really means
that much to you?
No.
No.
Ah. Here.
-What's are those for?
-To slow them down.
Oh, so it's OK for you
go out there, but not me?
If I don't, they'll follow us.
We can't let that happen.
All right, just...
Count down from 100,
then punch it.
I'll see you
at the main gate, OK?
We just borrowed it
to save our lives, Mr. Takaki.
You understand, right?
[sighs]
100, 99...
98, 97,
96, 95,
94, 93, 92...
[phone line rings]
[cell phone vibrating]
[Jules] Anything?
Maybe.
Stay where you are.
I'm coming to you.
[engine idling]
[labored breathing]
63...
62, 61,
60...
[sighs]
...59, 58...
[Jules]
Meet me at the tan section.
On my way.
33, 32, 31...
[sighs] ...30, 29...
28, 27,
26, 25,
24, 23,
22...
[engine shuts down]
-Nothing?
-Nothing.
[Doc]
He's gotta be around here.
...15, 14, 13, 12, 11...
-[engine starts]
-...10, 9, 8, 7...
[engine revs]
[suspenseful music playing]
...6, 5...
[whispering] 4, 3...
...2... I'm sorry, I promise
I'll bring you back... 1...
[engine revs]
sh*t.
[gasps] f*ck.
[exclaims]
[yelps]
g*dd*mn it.
[tires screech]
-[grunts]
-Come on!
No.
OK, go, go, go, go!
Leon!
Don't just stand there,
go after him!
Can't. He f*cked with the car.
[coughs]
[sighs]
Are they coming?
No, I...
No, we're clear.
Thank f*ck. Yes!
Whoo!
[grunts]
Hey, it's OK, it's OK.
It's over.
[laughs]
Oh, sh*t.
[sighs]
Look at me, I'm still shaking.
You know, you're a lot tougher
than you look. I admire that.
I just never thought
something like that
would ever happen to me.
No one ever does.
Anyway, thank you.
For what?
For making sure they can't
follow us to the hospital.
Oh, right.
How far is it?
Eight, maybe ten miles.
[exhales sharply] It must
get lonely out here.
It's an acquired taste.
So why do you
work there, anyway?
-What do you mean?
-I mean, you're obviously smart.
Surely, there must
be better jobs.
It wasn't really my decision.
It was more of an inheritance.
Family business doesn't mean
it has to be your business.
It's been in my family
for almost 30 years.
That has to mean something.
-No, it doesn't
-It does to me.
So, how'd they die?
Car accident. Three years ago.
I used to be so embarrassed
growing up there.
Couldn't wait to get out.
They died, and now it's all
I have left of them.
You love them,
but you don't owe them.
Actually, I do.
I was the one driving the car.
So, it's guilt.
Maybe.
Oh, my God.
[Clayton] What?
Laurie, wait! Before--
Good evening, ma'am.
How can I help you?
These guys, they're after us.
They broke into my store--
-Slow down, who's after you?
-They have g*ns.
At Schuyler Storage,
just down the road.
They're after my friend.
I think I k*lled one.
But we got away, and now...
OK. You need to back away
and put your hands up.
No, wait, listen!
The bad guys are back
at the storage facility!
-Who's in the truck?
-That's what I'm
trying to tell you
He's hurt, we think someone
stole one of his kidneys.
-What?
-Dude, she's telling the truth.
Put the g*n down.
She hasn't done anything wrong.
-Freeze!
-He's with me!
Hey! Please.
She's telling the truth.
-I said, freeze.
-He needs to go to a hospital.
[Clayton]
Take it easy, we're unarmed.
Both of you, on the ground,
hands behind your head.
We need your help.
10-65 I need assistance on...
-[g*nsh*t]
-Oh!
[gasps]
Oh, no.
Those storage units
are like a box
of chocolates, aren't they?
Hands behind your back.
[handcuffs click]
You've had an interesting
evening, haven't you?
It's not even
the main event yet.
Why are you doing this?
Why does anybody doing anything?
Because I love my job.
Get up.
[grunts]
You run, and I'll k*ll him.
[labored breathing]
[grunts]
Bet you wish
you'd given us that key.
[calming music playing]
Time to go.
Go where?
I need to get you out of here
before this place
is crawling with cops.
-The car won't start, remember?
-Then call a f*cking Uber.
I'm not going anywhere.
[coughs]
This thing gets done tonight,
or it doesn't get done at all.
[police siren blares]
What'd I tell you?
I told you this would happen.
Did I not tell you
this would happen?
O, ye of little faith.
I come bearing gifts.
Thank you.
This'll all be over soon.
You people are going
straight to hell.
Yeah, I'm OK with that.
How much time do you need
to set up?
I'm ready to go in 234.
Though, not too sure
what to do with her.
I think there's an open unit
right near there.
Lock her in there,
but remember the number.
Take this car
and move it around back.
I don't want anyone
spotting it from the road.
You didn't just steal this car,
did you?
Do you want your man or not?
My dad was a cop.
Well, then, you really
aren't cut out
for this kind of work now,
are you?
[Jules]
Knock it off, both of you.
Where is he?
Trunk.
Touch me again,
I'll k*ll you.
[sighs]
When this is over,
find out if he has a family.
No matter what it costs,
you make it right, got it?
Sure.
Doc, get him prepped.
I'll be right there.
You OK?
Yeah, I just need a moment.
[cruiser engine revs]
[dramatic music playing]
[sentimental music playing]
Hey!
[muffled screams]
If it was up to me,
you'd be dead already.
[muffled] Don't leave me here!
But it's not up to me.
[Clayton screams]
Stay.
He's dying, isn't he?
[Doc] Afraid so.
So, you're just gonna steal
an innocent man's life
because...
We're all guilty of something.
You sick f*ck!
[piano music playing on phone]
[horn honks]
[turns music off]
[horn honking]
[ominous music playing]
[honks horn]
Dude, forget it. It's fine.
Laurie?
Laurie!
[cell phone rings]
-Yeah.
-Somebody's here.
Got it.
[panting softly]
[whispering] What?
Laurie?
You expecting company?
[Leon]
Tall, good-looking.
Same age as the girl.
Who is he?
-Please don't hurt him.
-Who is he?
My boyfriend, Jordan.
I'll handle it.
Please, you have
to let me talk to him!
Jordan, run!
[kicks door]
You can't do this!
Let me out, you as*h*le!
[Jordan] Laurie!
Babe?
Laurie?
Hello? Jacksonville PD?
Can I help you?
Who are you? Where's Laurie?
Detective Parks.
Laurie's walking the perimeter
with my officer.
I-Is she OK?
Yeah, no, she's fine.
A little shook up, maybe.
Why? What happened?
Apparently,
the owner of that unit
wasn't too happy
about being locked out.
Went a little nuts.
Wow.
OK.
Got it.
You must be Jordan.
Yeah, yeah, I just flew in
from Nashville.
Fun town.
Yeah, yeah, she was supposed
to fly up this weekend, but...
it's her birthday so...
[chuckles]
What the hell is she doing here?
Young woman like her
should be out
getting hammered
with her friends, right?
[laughs]
-Can I see some ID?
-What?
Your ID. Your badge.
Son, this whole place
is a crime scene.
You're the one
who's trespassing, not me.
Show me your f*cking badge.
Relax. Right here.
Laurie!
[g*nshots]
No.
No
No! No!
[sobs]
There's been enough
innocent blood spilled tonight.
I'll take care of it.
You're the last man standing.
Congratulations.
The money's all yours.
Who the f*ck are you people?
Where's Laurie?
Is she hurt?
She's fine. [grunts]
[crying softly]
[mournful music playing]
[screams]
[moans]
You're awake.
Excellent.
You know, I was always
planning just to watch.
But it's better this way,
don't you think?
Just the two of us.
[chuckles]
God works in mysterious ways.
[Clayton screams]
I've waited a long time
to hear you sing that note.
The sweet sound
of human suffering.
-[Clayton groans]
-But you've always been
on the other side of this,
haven't you?
Delivering...
but never receiving.
-[flesh squishes]
-[screams]
What you're feeling right now...
this pain, this terror...
is the utter disbelief
that your life is about to end.
[strained screams]
Not by accident or disease,
but by choice.
[whimpering loudly]
My choice.
[dramatic music playing]
[breathing heavily]
You know, we're told...
that if we work hard...
buy in...
play by the rules,
that we'll have...
have some semblance of control.
But we both know
that's not true.
Hell, if I had any control
over my life,
you and I
would never have met.
They tell us
to trust those in charge.
And when that
doesn't work out...
they say put your faith
in a higher power.
And there's a grand plan,
something greater
than any individual.
But it's all a big, fat
f*cking delusion.
Which leads me to believe
in only one truth.
And that is, if you want
something done,
and done right,
you got to do it yourself.
[gasps]
[dramatic music playing]
[grunting]
[panting]
That's her
on her fifth birthday.
That's Tofu.
A stuffed rabbit.
The thing lasted decades.
This is her in middle school
at her first recital.
Do you know
she went to Juilliard?
You look! Look at her!
Bright.
Funny.
Ambitious. Kind.
High school.
Prom.
Dropping her off at college.
First Broadway show.
Graduation.
Oh.
Family dinner.
What I wouldn't give for just
one more day.
-[cries]
-Look at her!
[dramatic music playing]
[Leon] Laurie?
Laurie?
Laurie?
Laurie?
Laurie?
[Jules] That's right.
-[groans]
-Really look at her.
She had her whole life
in front of her, didn't she?
Didn't she?
[groans]
And then what happened?
She ran into you at Whole Foods.
And you kindly told her
that the rib eyes were on sale.
And then you followed her home.
No, no.
[cries and muffled pleading]
[loud clatter]
[gasps]
Laurie.
-Wait, wait, wait!
-You m*rder*r! You k*lled him!
-Wait!
-f*ck you!
Would you just stop
for a g*dd*mn second!
f*ck you!
He's alive.
-What?
-OK?
He's taking a little nap
in your bed.
But he's OK?
We never should have come here.
Jordan?
[sobbing]
Please, don't do this!
[screams]
-[Jules grunts]
-[yelps and sobs]
No, no.
Prison was too good for you,
wasn't it?
[Clayton screaming]
[dramatic music playing]
[panting]
Oh, my God.
Baby?
Baby...
Oh, your head. I'm so sorry.
I love you so much.
[Clayton screaming and sobbing]
I'm begging you, no more.
Is that what she said
right before you decided
to stab her eight times?
And then you gave
the middle fingers to us all...
by pleading not guilty.
No. Ah! Please.
-Don't.
-Say it.
Say, "I'm guilty."
Say, "I'm guilty."
-f*ck you, old man.
-Say, "I'm guilty."
-You're insane.
-Get away from him!
-Put the knife down!
-You don't understand.
You don't know
what's going on here!
-Do it! Hit him! Do it.
-Just say it.
-Say, "I'm guilty."
-Put the knife down!
g*dd*mn it,
please just go away!
k*ll the m*therf*cker!
[grunts]
[Clayton panting]
Please, get--
-Get me out.
-OK.
[grunting]
-Do you think you can walk?
-[Clayton] Yeah.
[chain snaps]
OK.
OK.
OK, put your arm around me.
[both grunting]
[newscaster] For those of you
just joining us,
Jacksonville PD, along with
state prison officials,
will be holding
a news conference
in a matter of minutes.
[Clayton grunting]
-[heavy breathing]
-It's OK.
Just wait here.
I'm gonna be right back, OK?
Wait. Wait, where you going?
What...?
Hello? Is anyone there?
Hello?
[dispatcher]
Go for dispatch.
Please, we need help.
There's been an attack.
Uh, we-we need...
we need an ambulance.
People are dead.
We're at Schuyler Storage.
638 Camden Road.
Ma'am, where's Officer Ramsey?
He's dead!
Please hurry!
Ma'am?
Ma'am, are you still there?
Clayton?
[dramatic music playing]
[newscaster on TV] ...That two
longtime cafeteria workers
may also be involved.
This is yet another wrinkle
in our developing story.
Benjamin Salgado was last seen
at approximately 5:00 p.m.
this afternoon
-at Harborview Hospital,
-That's him.
the same hospital where inmate
Philip Travis went missing
following surgery to remove
a cancerous kidney.
Travis' diagnosis has sparked
much debate
over his Eighth Amendment
rights,
which protect him from cruel
and unusual punishment,
despite a life sentence
for the m*rder
of Kayla Hunsaker
four years ago.
Police believe her father,
real estate developer
Julius Hunsaker,
to be a person of interest.
Why did you
have to bring him here?
I was wondering the same thing.
But it's all fake news
anyway, right?
Stay the f*ck back!
That's the spirit.
No weepy bullshit for you.
I mean it.
You know, to be honest...
I'm a little offended
by their coverage.
You know, one dead girl
does not a serial k*ller make.
And if I'm not mistaken,
Kayla was actually number six.
Which makes you
lucky number seven.
[screams]
-[groans]
-[tense music playing]
[both yell]
[gasping]
[groaning]
[screams]
[Clayton moaning]
[both yell]
Ah!
[suspenseful music playing]
Ah!
Help! Help!
[groans]
[Laurie panting]
[yelps and grunts]
[breathing heavily]
[grunts]
[both breathing heavily]
Tell Kayla I said hello.
You get away from her.
[grunts]
[dramatic music playing]
[distant police sirens]
[somber music playing]
[gasps]
[officer 1] Freeze!
Put your hands up!
[officer 2]
Freeze! Right there!
[officer 1] Stop right there!
Don't sh**t! Don't sh**t!
[whimpering]
[mournful music playing]
[g*nshots]
[pierces flesh]
[gasps]
[officer 2] Suspect down!
[officer 1] Clear!
-Move out!
-[officer 2] I've got her!
[indistinct police
radio chatter]
Ma'am, put your hands
behind your head!
[dramatic piano music playing]
Jordan?
-Jordan!
-[gasps softly]
What the f*ck is going on?
[gentle piano music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
[electronic music playing]
[calm piano music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
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