(gentle music)
(graphics whirring)
(tense music)
(electricity buzzing)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(patrons chattering)
(g*n clicking)
(patrons chattering)
(b*ll*ts clicking)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(fireworks banging)
(g*ns firing)
(patrons screaming)
(g*ns firing)
(patrons screaming)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(g*ns firing)
- Lock the door!
Lock the f*cking door!
(victims screaming)
I didn't catch it. Jesus, Jesus.
I don't know, I don't
know, I don't know if they-
- Shut up, shut up, no noise!
- Reynolds.
(tense music)
- Shh.
(fireworks banging)
(fireworks banging continues)
(gentle music)
(gentle music continues)
- I think they're leaving.
Can you see anything
on the security cameras?
- Uh, no, it looks
like they took 'em all out.
- We are sitting
ducks in this room.
We need to get
outta here right now.
- No, what we
need is we need to get-
(door thuds)
(tense music)
- What the hell was that?
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(Eric yells)
- No, don't sh**t!
No, no, no, no, no!
Don't sh**t!
- Jess.
Jesus, you scared
the hell out of us.
- Eric, thank God.
- What do you, what do you...
Holy sh*t, you're bleeding.
What happened?
- I don't know, I was running
and I felt something hit my leg.
- Jesus. Let's get
you outta here, come on.
(tense music)
Guys, we need to do something.
People are bleeding out in here.
- Oh, what the hell
are you doing here?
- Just shut it, princess.
It's not about you.
Key, where's the key?
- The f*ck away from me.
- Oh, come on man.
(victim screams)
(g*n bangs)
- Medina, help, help me.
- Come on.
We're all gonna
die in here, dude.
Where the f*ck is the f*cking
key to your f*cking door?
- Y'all got a
way to lock this door,
now will be a
really good time to do it.
(g*ns banging)
- [Medina] I think
they're in the hall.
I think they're in the hall.
- The computer
terminal, top A drive.
There's a key chain.
Get the f*ck outta here!
- [Eric] Hurry up, get the key.
Get the f*cking key.
Come on, move!
They're in the hallway.
They're in the
f*cking hallway, man!
- [Medina] Go. Go, come on!
- [Eric] What the f*ck are you
doing? Hurry up, get the key.
- Hurry, hurry, hurry!
- Come on, move! Move!
They get through
this door, we are dead.
Come on!
(lock clicks)
(Reynolds sighing)
(Reynolds sighing)
(no audio)
(Reynolds sighing)
(handle rattling)
(door bangs)
(tense music)
(door banging)
(tense music continues)
(door bangs)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(Reynolds sighs)
(chair rattles)
(tense music)
Yo, what? What
the hell are you doing?
We gotta keep
this door barricaded.
- Door's locked. We're okay.
- A deadbolt?
Are you kidding me?
That's not gonna stop anybody.
- Trust me.
It's more than enough.
- There's no way in
hell that I'm trusting you
when my life is on the line.
Now get up.
- [Medina] Just give
him the chair, Reynolds.
- Yeah.
Look here.
As usual, you kids don't know
what the hell
you're talking about.
You don't need the chair.
- Give me this god damn chair.
- Guys.
- [Eric]
Quinn, can you please tell
this as*h*le that we need...
- For once, the as*h*le's right.
- You serious?
- They're not
getting through that door.
A couple years ago,
I had my office modified.
- What do you mean?
Like a safe room?
- (chuckles) Exactly.
We're in a safe room, Eric.
(tense music)
That door is tempered steel.
Four inch titanium bolts.
(chuckles)
They're not getting through
that door unless they got
a diamond tip saw and a
lot of time on their hands.
Although I think I'm gonna
need a refund on those cameras.
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(door tapping)
- Hey, knock any
harder, someone will answer.
(keys jingling)
(Eric sighs)
- Hey, Quinn, can I take a look?
Okay.
(gentle music)
(gentle music continues)
Living the high life, huh, boss?
What made you decide
to trick out your office?
- Ah, you know.
You know that saying,
behind every successful person,
there's a long line
of pissed off people.
(both chuckling)
I guess the line behind me
is just a
little longer than most.
I think these chickens
have come home to roost.
But this is a little much.
(gentle music)
- You know what?
(Quinn groans)
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
- Stop it, Dr. Doolittle,
you're obviously hurting him.
- She knows more than we do.
- What you gonna do? Check
to see if he's been spayed?
(Quinn groans)
- I'm hoping
you learned a little bit
about medicine
in the Army there.
- I was just a grunt
trying to get her GI bill.
I-I saw a lot of wounds, I
just, I never had to treat them.
You need a doctor, not a grunt.
- Well, it's better
than needing a priest, huh?
(both chuckling)
- I lost my phone out there.
Can someone call 911?
- It's not even dialing.
(tense music)
You got anything?
- I left mine
charging in the locker.
- Yep, all the
bars, they are gone.
- Well, what about Wi-Fi?
- Nothing.
All right, look,
y'all just hang tight.
With all that g*nf*re, somebody
had to have heard something.
- Really, genius?
It is the 4th of July.
And all the
fireworks going on out there,
you really think anyone's
gonna notice a few extra pops?
- Someone heard something.
- Yeah, well, trust me,
if they thought this restaurant
was being shot up,
we'd have heard sirens by now.
- Then how is anyone supposed
to know we're back here?
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
- All right.
Hey, I need the password.
- What?
Hell no.
- f*ck' figures.
Quinn. Quinn.
Hey, you heard
them, the phones are out.
I ain't got any way to get you
any help. You know I need it.
It's the only
chance you got, bud.
Damn it, man,
I-I'm only trying to help you.
- I don't need
any more of your help.
- So look,
yes, the phones are out,
but there is a computer over
there that could still work.
And I'm sure the princess here
told him to change the
password after he fired me.
So it may as well be a brick
if he doesn't give it to us.
- (chuckles)
You'd love that, wouldn't you?
- Come on, man. We
have bigger fish to fry here.
Now listen, buddy.
You can tell me that password,
or you can just bleed
out right here on your couch.
Your call.
(tense music)
- Oh my God. I don't
know what is going on.
Quinn, he's right.
We don't have much time.
(Quinn wheezing)
- What?
- I'll tell her,
but you're not getting it.
- This is f*cking bullshit.
(Quinn chuckles)
(Quinn wheezing)
(tense music continues)
(keyboard clacking)
- Nothing.
Nothing.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah. I don't see anything.
It's just like the
whole network just disappeared.
- [Reynolds] The f*ck did
they get
the cell phones and the Wi-Fi?
- Oh my god.
- Well, what about...
What about the security cameras?
Did they record anything
on the computer
before they Quinn.
- Went out?
- Quinn?
- [Jessica] Look, I wouldn't
waste my time, honestly.
I've told him
to set up that system,
but I don't think he
ever got around to it.
He locked that thing up before,
he'd just walk away from it.
(tense music continues)
- Everything's out. We're
basically ghosts back here.
Guys, this is more
than I can work with.
We really need
to get him some help.
- [Eric] How bad is it?
- It's, it's bad. He
doesn't have much time.
- Okay.
We gotta get him outta here,
and I got a
daughter that needs me
on the other side of that door.
(Jessica groans)
- Hey, hey, whoa.
- Don't f*cking touch me!
- I am just trying to help.
- I don't need a
god damn thing from you.
- And you are overreacting
again.
- Hey, hey.
You heard what she said.
Back off, as*h*le.
- Okay, hold on,
hold on, everyone, just hold on.
Everybody just,
just take a breath, okay?
(tense music)
Can I look at your leg?
- Yeah, f*ck this.
- Okay.
(Jessica groans)
Oh, you took a pretty
good nick yourself there, Jess.
- So what's the verdict?
- (sighs)
Look, I'm not a medic,
and I'll go ahead
and state the obvious that
(sighs)
we don't really get a lot of
g*nsh*t wounds at
the vet school, and, um...
(sighing) Okay.
Okay, I saw a lot of
b*llet wounds in Afghanistan,
and from what I can tell,
the b*llet is still in your leg.
- Can we get it out?
- No.
Digging around
in her leg is probably
the worst thing that
we could do right now.
Um, it's just,
it's really tricky.
I don't know how,
how close it is to your artery.
Okay.
Hey, look, if we
don't want you passing out,
I'm gonna have
to bind it up, okay?
- Considering the circumstances,
I think passing out
seems like a good idea.
- Okay.
You ready?
(tense music)
(Jessica groaning)
(Jessica sobs)
Your belt.
(Jessica groans)
(Jessica groans)
(Jessica sighing)
This should buy us some time.
- Now what?
- (sighs)
As long as you don't move,
I think I bought
us a couple of hours.
- So, no dancing.
- This is serious, okay?
I don't know
how close that b*llet is
to your femoral artery.
And if you move,
it could rupture it.
- We need to
get y'all some help.
One of us might
need to make a run for it.
You said yourself, Quinn.
- He's got no time left at all.
He's gone.
(somber music)
(somber music continues)
(Eric sighs)
(Medina sighs)
(somber music continues)
(somber music continues)
(somber music continues)
(somber music continues)
- So what do we do now?
- What do you mean?
- We have to do something.
- He's dead.
What the hell
are we supposed to do?
- We can't just leave
him sitting there like that.
- Look, I don't like
seeing him like that either,
but you know, he-he is gutshot.
- So?
- So, if we move him,
he is gonna leak
out all over this room.
So, we just take a breath,
leave him covered
up, and we'll just wait
for the paramedics to come,
and then they can move him.
- I'm not...
I'm not talking
about a f*ck' burial, man.
Can we just get him outta
the middle of the god damn room?
- Fine. Okay.
(sighs)
Give me your apron.
- Excuse me?
- Jesus, man,
would you prefer to move him
without him bleeding everywhere?
Apron.
Thank you.
(gentle music)
(gentle music continues)
All right.
Um...
Here, grab his shoulders.
I'll get his feet.
That's good. All
right, here we go.
Here we go.
(groans)
There we go.
Yeah, right there.
Let's go in the
corner over there.
Yeah.
All right.
There, hop out.
(gentle music continues)
(gentle music continues)
(gentle music continues)
- One of us should
have made a run for it.
- He was toast the second those
jihadis started
sh**ting this place up.
- He was Muslim?
How do you know that?
- Look, it's time to wake up.
I-I don't mean to offend anyone,
but we need to
be realistic here.
When is the last time
you ever heard of anyone
sh**ting up a
place without a little,
"Allahu Akbar,"
thrown in for good measure?
- Eric's right, Reynolds.
You know better than
anyone all the sketchy people
that Quinn had business with.
- Exactly, which, you know,
this business is protected,
so trust
me, no one local would be
stupid enough to
sh**t this place up.
- Did you
actually hear them say that?
- [Reynolds] Say what?
- "Allahu"...
Whatever it is you said,
did you hear
'em speaking Arabic?
- I was distracted.
- So you're just
talking bullshit, as usual.
- They had automatic weapons,
at least one
grenade from the sound of it,
so let's be honest,
what else could it be?
- Well, last I checked, most
of the people walking around
with machine g*ns
were wearing baseball caps
and driving pickup trucks.
- You know,
if you guys just spend
a little less time
trying to neuter the police,
they could have
already been here by now.
- You really can't dial down
your as*h*le meter, can you?
- f*ck' snowflakes.
- Oh, what was that?
- I said
I'd really appreciate it,
instead of all of
your bitching and whining,
that you all took
the time to grow a pair
and shut up for a minute.
- Why don't you make me shut up?
- Look, man, I know
you got a hard on for me
over what happened
with your gal, but you know,
if you'd have been
taking care of business at home,
maybe she wouldn't
have thrown herself at me.
- What'd you say to me?
- I said exactly
what I said.
- Stop it.
- I'll beat your a*s
right now.
- Stop it, for God sake!
Eric, this isn't helping.
(tense music)
- You better watch
that mouth of yours.
- Okay. Ooh.
- Okay.
- She didn't seem to mind.
- Guys, this is pointless.
We have enough trouble
going on outside that door
without adding any more in here.
- As long as he's here
in this room, we have trouble.
- Look, I know
you guys have history,
but can we just put
that aside for a minute
and concentrate
on the bigger picture?
We don't actually know
what's going on out there.
- I already told you
what's going on out there.
- Yeah.
I heard you.
Okay, first things first.
Jessica is sitting
there with a b*llet in her leg,
so maybe instead of arguing,
it would be in our
best interest to look around
and take stock of what we could
actually use
for medical supplies.
- Yeah, makes sense.
What exactly are
we looking for here?
- So, keep an eye
out for a first aid kit,
and anything
else like thick cotton
or tape scissors
would be good to know.
(tense music)
- Fine.
(tense music continues)
- So what
happened to Quinn, Reynolds?
- I'm not quite sure,
you're talking one minute,
and the next...
(imitates g*ns firing)
- I guess the real question is
why the hell you're
even here in the first place.
- I have every right to be here.
You have no idea the kind
of sh*t that we pulled to try to
get this place up and running.
- Is that right?
- You know, I know you like to
walk around
here like you're hot sh*t,
but until you found yourself
sitting across the table
from someone like El Chocatero,
you don't know what the
hell you're talking about.
- Who's El Chocatero?
- Someone outside
your prayer circle.
- You always have a
slick excuse, don't you?
- You know, it's funny.
You and I
have a way of remembering
the same thing
completely different.
- I just think it's strange
considering you and Quinn
weren't on the best of terms.
(tense music)
- Strange. That's
a good word for it.
Strange how you always seem
to be in the middle of that.
(tense music continues)
Would y'all relax?
Look, Quinn sent me a message.
Asked me to come down here
tonight after closing, okay?
Frankly, he's been spouting
off a lot of crazy sh*t lately,
and figured I could
maybe talk some sense into him.
- That's convenient.
- Well, seeing
as all hell broke loose
the minute I walk through the
back door, I'd say not really.
And just because he
may have been an as*h*le
doesn't mean I'm just gonna
leave him out
there on the floor to die.
- No, you had to
make sure he died in here.
- Guys, let's try and keep
focused on the big
picture, okay?
- I am.
- Okay. But
what about the attack?
Did anybody
see anything that might
help us figure
out what's going on?
- You honestly
think that matters?
- Well, maybe
if we can piece together
a little bit of what's going on,
we can figure out what to do.
- All right. How
about you, your highness?
You care to explain how
you ended up in that bathroom
with a b*llet in your leg?
- I know it's hard,
Jess, but you were up front,
so anything that you
saw could be important.
(gentle music)
- I was just trying to
close up at the front register,
and I was honestly
kind of annoyed because,
you know, we had those
two tables of stragglers
and I was trying to go home,
I promised Beccs that I'd
be home in time for sparklers,
and that's when
the first one came in.
- What did he look like?
- I don't know.
He had something over his face,
like a ski mask or something.
Next thing I knew,
one of the guys from table 23
pulled a g*n, and there was
just b*ll*ts flying everywhere.
And when I was running away,
I felt something hit the
back of my leg, and that's...
I don't know.
- That's, that's good, Jess.
That's, that's
something we can use.
- And did you all
see anything in the back?
- Uh, I was washing dishes,
and I heard a crash,
and when I looked up,
I could see Zeke
running to the door.
Uh, I think he was trying
to make it to the back room
when his, his head...
Anyway, that's
when I started running
and I saw you in the back hall,
and I just
hightailed it after you.
- There's,
uh, not much back there,
just some towels, but
at least the water's running.
- Well, towels
and water are good.
What about you?
Did you see anything?
- Not much.
I just come back from
a smoke out by the dock.
Just me and the flies as usual.
Although I did
hear a pretty big boom
when I was walking back in.
- What kind of boom?
- I don't know. It
was pretty far away.
I mean, it's 4th of July.
I just figured that
somebody got hold of a
big-a*s firework
and started early,
or that it was
thunder somewhere.
- Thunder? What, what makes
you think it could be thunder?
- Well, it, it sounded a
little too big for a firework.
Honestly, I was so worried
about getting back to close up,
I just, I didn't
pay too much attention.
- How long
did you hear the sound
before the sh**ting started?
- Um, I started cleaning
the grill,
and then the popping started.
No more than two minutes, tops.
- So, basically,
we still don't know sh*t.
- Not necessarily.
When I was in Afghanistan,
the B-52s would roll through
and drop some serious
ordinance in the mountains.
- Yeah, I'm pretty
sure there weren't any
B-52s twos out
there tonight, Love Shack.
- Thing is, if the
expl*si*n is big enough
and far enough away,
that's exactly
what it sounds like.
Thunder.
- Yeah, but what are
we supposed to make of that?
- Look, we have a coordinated
attack with multiple shooters.
We have no Wi-Fi.
Now we have a
potentially larger expl*si*n
coming from
another part of town.
- So, you don't think that
we're the only
place that got attacked?
- Overwhelm the
emergency response networks
by creating
multiple crises at once.
Throw in an attack
on the communication grid
and you've got yourself a
full-blown recipe for a
disaster.
- But if that's the
case, why not just move on
to the next target
and cause more chaos?
I mean, they wanna
blow sh*t up, right?
They would have no
reason to stick around here.
- Yeah, f*ck' cowards.
(Medina sighs)
- My old sarge
called it the honeypot.
In World w*r II, German
sn*pers would
sh**t a GI
with a non-fatal wound
and then wait for his
cries to draw in his team.
The sn*per could
then pick off the people
who came to help him one by one.
- [Reynolds] Cong
did it in 'Nam, too.
- Jesus.
- Sarge told me-
- No offense, but your sarge
is starting to
scare the sh*t out of me.
- He should. He
was in Iraq, too.
He told me that a new tactic
started to come
into vogue in Syria.
A diversionary force
would lead an initial attack
that would fully
engage emergency services.
- Kind of like this one.
- Then, once
everyone was fully committed,
a secondary, bigger
attack would be conducted.
- So, what does this all mean?
- It means your a*s better
find a comfortable cushion,
'cause we are gonna be
sitting here for quite a while.
- We have to
prepare for the possibility
that it could be
hours before help comes.
(sighs) Look.
Ugh, none of this is good,
but we have to
focus on the positives.
And if there's
any place to be trapped
in a situation like this,
this is a pretty good spot.
- But what if they
realize the same thing,
come back and
decide they're gonna take
their time
getting through that door?
- Well, then, we better
hope Quinn didn't cheap out
when he got this place built.
- Or they don't happen to
have a diamond tip saw on 'em.
- You just can't keep
your mouth shut, can you?
- f*cking idiot.
You know, instead of
your endless bitching,
you should be thanking your
lucky stars that I was here.
- Are you f*cking kidding me?
- I knew about the key.
I was the
one that locked the door
that saved all your asses.
So why don't
you just shut your face
and show me a
little god damn respect?
- Respect?
- Yeah.
- After the sh*t
you got away with?
- Oh, I didn't do anything.
- Oh, bullshit.
You could never keep
your god damn hands to yourself.
- You really
think that's the story?
- Guys.
(noise banging)
There.
Did you hear that?
(tense music)
- Wait a second, I-I think I do.
(noise banging)
- Does it...
Does it sound like someone
banging on a pipe to you?
(tense music continues)
- You gonna help us?
- My ears are shot.
- Figures.
(noise banging)
(noise banging continues)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
Medina, over here.
Bring me that chair.
(tense music continues)
This is definitely
where it's coming from.
- What do you think it is?
- Whatever it is,
it's not mechanical.
There's definitely a
person behind that sound.
- You think it's the cops?
- I don't think they
usually work like that.
- Whoever it is,
if they know we're in here,
maybe they can help us.
Uh, here.
See if you can
get an answer back.
(metal clanging)
- Did we scare 'em?
- Try again.
(metal clanging)
(noise banging)
(metal clanging)
(noise banging)
- Hello?
Hello?
Can anyone hear me?
Hello? Can
anyone hear me?
- [Survivor] Hello?
- Shh.
Listen.
- [Survivor]
Can-can you hear us?
Hello? Hello?
- Yeah, I-I can
hear you, I can hear you.
- [Survivor] God, thank God.
Help us, please.
- Whose voice is that?
- I don't know. These
acoustics, it's hard to tell.
Uh, hey, man, my name is Eric.
Who am I talking to?
- [Mario] Eric, Eric,
I'm-I'm Mario. Mario Hernandez.
Listen, man, we're in a
bad spot. Are you the police?
- Sorry, man, no cops.
We're by ourselves,
holed up in an office.
Hey, where are you now, Mario?
- [Mario] You gotta
help us, Eric. Please, man.
- All right, well, calm
down, calm down. Where are you?
- [Mario] We're in,
we're in a meat freezer, man.
We're trapped in a
f*cking meat freezer!
- Now, how many
of you are in there?
- [Mario] There's,
there's two of us.
Okay, we need help, man.
There's a girl
with me, and she's...
She said her name is Elizabeth?
She's hurt, man.
She's hurt real bad.
- Yeah, how bad is she?
- Elizabeth's in there?
- [Mario] Listen,
man, I don't know.
She passed out
a few minutes ago.
And that's when I started,
that's when I
started banging on the vent.
Listen, you gotta help us, man.
I don't know how
much longer we got.
- All right, hold tight, Mario.
How the hell did they
get trapped in the freezer?
- [Jessica] Well, I
doubt any of us were being picky
when the b*ll*ts started flying.
- No, that's not what I mean.
I've been in that
freezer a thousand times.
There's an emergency
release on the inside.
- Unless they're
not really trapped.
I mean, how many
times have you ever noticed
a vent in the freezer?
- [Eric] It's a weird
building, and I haven't paid
that much
attention to studying vents.
- I don't know any Mario.
And how the hell do we even know
that that's who
the hell that is?
- Ask them how they're trapped.
- How they're trapped?
- Yeah, is the door locked,
or is somebody
outside the room with a g*n?
(Eric sighs)
- Hey, uh, Mario.
How, uh, how are you trapped?
- [Mario] I told you, man,
we're trapped in a
f*cking meat freezer!
- No, I mean, what's
stopping you from getting out?
- [Mario] I don't,
I don't know, man, all right?
It's-it's like they jammed,
they jammed the
door with something.
I mean, I've been
trying to push it open,
but, dude, my hands, man.
I can't even
feel my hands anymore.
- sh*t.
What do we wanna do?
- Well, I mean,
Elizabeth's in there with them,
and it sounds
like she's in bad shape.
How long do you think they have?
(gentle music)
- [Mario] Eric. Eric, please.
- If they're wearing a shirt
and slacks, an hour, maybe.
- We can't leave them in there.
- [Mario] Eric, please. Please.
- All right, the hell with it.
I'll go get 'em.
- Whoa, whoa. Hold
on there now, slick.
How exactly do
you propose to do that?
- Look, it's been
quiet for a while now.
For all we know,
whoever's out there is gone
or distracted,
waiting for the police.
I mean, whatever's going
on out there,
I doubt they're
paying that much attention to-
- Eric, please, man.
- The freezer.
I figure I can
pop over to the kitchen
and get 'em up here
before anyone ever notices.
- [Mario] Need your help.
Please, Eric.
- And that's your plan?
- [Mario] Hello?
- Yeah.
- Man, that is, um,
stupid, even for you.
- [Eric] Oh, yeah? Well,
what do you propose, Einstein?
- I propose we all
try living a little longer.
- [Mario] We need your help.
Please, Eric.
Hello?
- So, nothing, basically?
- Staying alive ain't nothing.
We have no idea who's on
the other side of that door.
- Exactly.
They might have already
left at this point.
- Please, man.
- You willing to
bet your life on that?
- [Mario] Hello, please.
- I mean,
now, come to think of it,
how the hell are they even
still alive in the first place?
Why not just sh**t
'em like everyone else?
You think that the
t*rrorists just decided to-
- Please, man.
- Treat 'em special
and lock 'em in
a freezer for fun?
- I don't know, man,
maybe they were hiding like us
and something got
stuck in front of the door.
- You know, y'all
are the ones that spent
all that time earlier
talking about honeypots.
- Eric?
- Hello?
- Eric, please.
- This could be a trap.
Maybe they thought there
might be someone in this room
stupid enough to fall
for it and open the door.
- [Mario] Don't leave us, man.
- Or maybe they're actually hurt
and they got stuck in a freezer.
- [Mario] Please,
God, help us, man.
- This is bullshit.
- Eric?
- Whoever that is,
they ain't faking it.
- Eric, please, man.
- They're in pain and
they're asking for our help.
- All right,
all right, all right.
(noise banging)
Look, you guys like playing
junior detectives, right?
Well, how about this?
Number one.
Now, I will
admit, we don't know exactly
who's running around out there,
but we sure as
hell know what they want,
and that is to k*ll
as many of us as they can.
Number two, I think we
can all be pretty damn sure
that those m*therf*ckers
have already tried their best
at kicking that
door down once today.
And number
three, and most important,
while that door may have been
able to keep one of 'em out,
it sure as hell
ain't soundproof.
- So what?
- He means, if they're out
there, they know we're in here.
- Bingo.
And we all ain't exactly been
church mice in
here now, have we?
For all we know, we could
have our own personal jihadi
camping right outside that door.
And that is way more relevant
to our situation
than a damn thunder clap.
- But we can't just leave
two people to freeze to death.
- Why not?
Why is that on us?
It is not our fault
that they were stupid enough
to get trapped
in a meat freezer.
- Are you really
willing to let two people die?
- If you just pull your head
outta your a*s for a minute,
you'd see that I'm saving
lives and not ending them.
- Letting two
people die in a freezer
in the middle of
July is not saving lives.
- Sure it is. It's
simple math, princess.
Two lives out
there, four lives in here.
- That's not how it works.
- Why not, huh? Why?
Why are their lives so
much more valuable than ours?
- We are not judge and jury.
We do not get
to pick and choose.
- We do.
You're wrong, we are.
If you make a
choice to open that door,
you are choosing to value
their lives
over everyone else in this room.
- Damn it, Reynolds!
Elizabeth's in there.
You know her.
- Yeah, I do.
And I liked her.
And I'm sorry that she's gotten
herself into that situation.
But that doesn't make her life
any more valuable than mine.
And honestly, I'm surprised
that you're putting
hers over yours either.
- You have always been
such an as*h*le, Reynolds,
but I'm surprised to hear this.
- Well, say whatever you want,
but I plan on making
it out of this thing alive.
And if any
of you had any brains,
you would be
thinking the same thing.
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
- If.
- [Reynolds] Excuse me?
- I'll admit you made
some pretty good points there.
But everything you said,
all of it,
it's all based on
if they're out there.
- [Reynolds] Oh, come on.
- The truth is
we don't know anything,
so all your
certainty, all your bluster,
it's all based on
assumptions at best.
- Okay, okay.
You want certainty.
That's what you're looking for.
All right, all
right, how about this?
Outside that door,
they're k*lling everyone.
Now, you tell me, what else
is it that you need to know?
- That's not what I mean.
- Then what are
we talking about then?
- Look, today has been
one bad option after another.
And you could
be right, there could be
an entire army
holed up in this building.
- Thank
you, that's what I've been
trying to tell you.
- Or you could be wrong,
and they could have left
and gone to something else.
We just don't know.
- Just think of
how quiet it's been.
They could have
already left at this point.
- Yeah, or
like any other predator,
they're just lying in wait.
- I think we've been
asking the wrong question.
- [Jessica] What does that mean?
- Reynolds is right.
- Thank you.
- If we open the door,
there's a chance we could die.
But I think the
question we need to be asking is
can we live with
ourselves if we get out of here
and we find out
the building was empty?
Can we live with knowing that
we had a chance to
save Mario and Elizabeth,
but we made a conscious
decision that k*lled two people?
- Well, my conscience is clear.
- Last I checked,
there are four people in here,
and I am personally sick
of your alpha male bullshit.
Whatever we're gonna
do, we need to do it fast.
I don't think time
is much of a luxury.
Now, Reynolds
made some good points.
There's a lot of
lines I'm willing to cross,
but I can't just let
two innocent people die
knowing there's something
I could have done to help 'em.
So, it's too big of a
decision for one person,
so we should put it to a vote.
- Yeah, sure. A vote.
- Mm-hm.
It's all of
our lives on the line,
so it's only
right we'd all get a say.
I'm in.
- Okay.
- A vote?
That's your solution?
Oh, I'm sorry to ruin
your little millennial fantasy,
but aren't you
forgetting something?
- What?
- Well, based upon
the body in the bathroom,
I'm pretty sure
Quinn's sitting this one out.
There's four of us.
What if there's a tie?
- Then a coin toss,
leave it up to the gods.
- You really
think I'm gonna let you
decide my life on a coin toss?
- Only if there's a tie.
- No, no.
You're gonna make a
decision to k*ll all of us,
you need to
bring a majority vote.
We tie, we stay put.
- Okay, fine. Tie
stays, majority goes.
- Well, there's no way in
hell we're opening that door.
- Okay, it looks
like we got an early voter.
Now we know
where Reynolds stands.
So, Eric?
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
- If I were
trapped in that freezer,
I'd sure as
hell hope that there was
someone coming to get me.
So, I'm in. I
say we go get 'em.
- And I'm with Eric.
If we don't do
anything to help them,
then we're pretty much just
as bad as the guys with g*ns.
I've got a lot on my conscience.
I don't need that.
- Come on, soldier. You
can stop this insanity, okay?
Please tell me I'm not
the only one in this room
who wants to make it outta here.
- It's not just about flippantly
throwing our lives away.
- Well, then don't.
- But I thought I left
this 7,000 miles behind.
(Medina sighs)
There's been enough death today,
but I am not willing to
damn my soul on speculation.
If we have a
chance to save a life,
I think we have an
obligation to do it.
(tense music)
- Okay, well,
now that that's over with,
how are we gonna do this?
- So, well, I'll go get 'em.
Obviously, you gotta stay here.
Medina, you're the closest
thing we got to a doctor,
so we can't risk you out there.
- Yeah, if you
didn't wanna risk her,
you'd know the
second you cracked that door,
they're gonna pop in
here and k*ll all of us.
- I figure I can
slip out pretty quick,
so you can just open
and close the door behind me
once I slip out.
Now, where are the keys?
Hey, which one is it?
- That wasn't part of the vote.
- as*h*le.
(Eric sighs)
sh*t.
(Eric sighs)
Oh. Oh, I think
this might be it.
This might do it.
- How are we gonna know
it's you when you get back?
- I'll signal.
Three knocks, a pause,
and then two more knocks.
(metal clinking)
- Okay, got it.
- (sighs)
Okay, let's do this.
(tense music)
Well, you know,
there's nothing to worry about.
I'll be back before you know it.
It's three knocks, then two.
- You got it.
- Okay.
Just, um, just open the
door just enough to get me out,
and then close it
behind you as fast as you can.
- I will.
- Okay, game time.
(sighs)
(dramatic music)
- On three, okay?
One.
Two.
Three.
(groans)
(tense music)
- Hm.
Told you there's no way in
hell we're opening that door.
- Come on, Reynolds.
This isn't a joke.
We need the key.
- Oh, you think that
might be something you need
for this genius plan of yours?
- Open the door
- Why don't you
shut your god damn mouth?
I'm gonna give you all
a little history lesson here
that your lefty
teachers obviously forgot
to teach you
while they were handing out
their participation trophies.
There ain't no
such thing as a democracy
when only one
guy controls the key.
- Open this
f*cking door right now.
- Ooh, or what, huh? What
are you gonna do, tough guy?
Run to the freezer like a rat?
(laughs)
(dramatic music)
Come here.
(both groaning)
- Eric!
- m*therf*cker!
- Eric, stop!
- Give me those keys!
- Eric, please, stop it!
- Give me the f*cking keys.
- You guys!
- Give 'em to me!
(Jessica sobbing)
- (groans) f*ck!
(Reynolds groaning)
(punches thudding)
(Reynolds groaning)
(g*n clicks)
(tense music)
Now, I suggest
you get up real slow
and get the f*ck away from me.
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
What?
You don't have any
insults to hurl at me now, huh?
Come on.
I could really
use a b*stard comment
coming out of
you right about now.
- Where the hell
did you get a g*n?
- Well, if you
actually read the Constitution
instead of wiping your
a*s with it, you'd know.
- Reynolds, hold on.
Everyone just
take No, no, no, no.
Playtime's over.
You get it
through your thick skulls,
I am in charge here,
and we are not
opening the god damn door.
- You're the boss. Right, Eric?
- Right, Eric?
- Sure.
- Okay, now,
let's just lower the g*n.
- I'll do whatever
I want with this g*n.
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
Well, now that we understand
the situation. (chuckles)
- Jess?
Hey, Jess?
Medina, what's happening?
- Jess?
Jessica?
- This is all on
you, you son of a b*tch.
- Oh, no, you attacked me.
It's on you.
- Come on, Jessica, wake up.
- Looks like we've got
worse problems than I thought.
- Jessica, your wrap.
When you guys
fell on her, you must...
We need to stop the bleeding.
- There's, there's
towels in the bathroom.
- Okay, I'll go get them.
- But we need the
towels and the running water.
- Okay, I just, you don't
need to be moving, Jessica.
I don't think
it's a good idea for you-
- Now, Medina.
(tense music)
- Okay. Uh, Eric,
can you pick her up?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
I'm gonna be
stabilizing your wound.
I'm gonna put pressure on it.
It's gonna hurt.
Okay.
- [Eric] All right.
(Jessica groans)
Okay, it's okay.
It's okay.
It's all right.
(Jessica groaning)
All right.
- Hey, right there.
- All right.
- Okay.
- All right.
- Shut that door and
lock it as fast as you can.
(tense music)
(door banging)
- [Reynolds] Hey, you got
10 seconds to open up this door.
- Stop, Reynolds.
That door is staying shut.
- Open up this f*cking door!
- Oh, what, you ain't
got the key for this one?
Piece of sh*t.
- Oh, sh*t.
- Reynolds, you listen to me.
I'm bleeding
like a stuck pig in here,
and it looks like they're
gonna have to take my pants off.
And there is no way in hell
that you will be here for that.
Understand?
- All right. You
got three minutes.
After that, I'm
knocking down this f*cking door.
- Okay.
Jess, I don't know if
that was the best move.
I just don't
know how long the door's
gonna last if he
keeps going at it.
- I don't need long, I just...
Okay.
Listen to me.
Reynolds, we got a big problem.
- Yeah, no sh*t.
- Now, I was a couple weeks
ago looking through the books,
and I noticed there
was some money missing.
A lot of it.
When Quinn had me look into it,
I found out
that it was Reynolds.
- I thought he got
fired for what he did to you.
- He said, she said doesn't
usually work out for she.
- sh*t, I had no idea.
- No one did.
The kind of people
that Quinn owes money to,
he made me keep it quiet until,
until I could figure it out.
- How quiet?
- Other than me, nobody knows.
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
- What exactly are you
trying to tell us, Jess?
- Do you know what would
happen to him if El Chocatero,
or any of the people
that Quinn owed money to,
found out that he
had stolen from him?
- I know you like to walk around
here like you're hot sh*t,
but until you've
found yourself sitting across
the table from
someone like El Chocatero,
you don't know what the
hell you're talking about.
- Not to mention,
if Quinn tried to press charges,
he'd be looking at 20 years.
- The law or no law,
he's f*cked either way.
- I was worried when I
came in here,
but I thought with the
three of us, that we'd be okay.
But when I saw him pull that g*n
and I saw it pointed at you,
I knew whatever line,
today pushed him past it,
and he was ready to sh**t her.
Reynolds came here today
because he was feeling lost,
but now he's
just trapped in a room
with the only
evidence of what he did.
- So look,
yes, the phones are out,
but there is a computer over
there that could still work.
- Quinn's computer?
- Luckily for
him, Quinn is dead.
And if I don't make it,
then he can just make
this whole thing go away.
- There is no way that
son of a b*tch gets to win.
- That's why I
called you back here.
You're in danger, both of you.
I don't think you
know how close Reynolds is
to making this
whole thing go away.
But he's a clever
b*stard, and he was obviously
just as shocked by all of
this attack as the rest of us.
But me and Quinn,
you know, we had injuries
before we ever got in this room.
- I think it's pretty
clear that he has been spending
the past
hour trying to figure out
how to flip this in his favor.
- Yeah, well, trust me,
if they thought this restaurant
was being shot up,
we'd have heard sirens by now.
- Then how is anyone supposed
to know we're back here?
- I think you still
have a little bit of time left,
because
there's still one wrinkle
that he hasn't figured out yet.
- [Eric] What's that?
- Medina. She's
the last puzzle piece.
He's got a clean alibi
for me, Quinn, and even you.
- [Eric] Me?
- He's got defensive wounds
from where you attacked him.
I mean, just look at your hands.
All he has to say is you
went crazy after I passed out,
and he had to
sh**t you in self-defense.
There's just one
thing that he needs.
- The password.
- Well, why would
he need a password?
He can just
destroy the computer.
- He's too paranoid for that.
The only thing that
he needs to clear his name
is to get on that
computer and make sure that
Quinn has not backed
it up to anything else.
He's gonna do whatever
it takes to get that password.
And once he does,
there's nothing stopping him
from pulling that trigger.
If we don't get that
key and open that door,
then none of us
are walking out of here.
(tense music continues)
- Hey, Jess, you stay with me.
Stay with me.
- She's going into shock.
We need to...
(Medina groans)
- We gotta get that key.
- How are we supposed to?
(door rattling)
Quinn's key chain.
- sh*t. Find anything
you can use as a weapon.
(tense music)
f*ck.
- You hold it right there, Tex.
That bar's just
fine right where it is.
Yeah, yeah, it
looks like you were able to
plug her up without
exposing her delicate parts.
Looks like working on
all those Golden Retrievers
finally came in
handy for something.
Now, fun time's over.
Come on outta there.
- But we need to-
- No, no, no,
I think you've done all you can.
She looks just fine.
Looks to me like she
just needs a little bit of rest.
- [Eric] She's dying, man.
- That's your opinion.
I have another.
Now, both of you, out.
On the couch, big guy.
Good, there. Sit.
Uh-uh, not together.
You, go over there.
You, uh, make yourself
comfortable in that chair
over there.
Bring it up on
the corner of the rug.
Right there. Good.
Well, well, well.
We have got ourselves
in a pickle, haven't we?
- Please, Reynolds, she's dying.
I need to get her some help.
- Yeah?
I already heard
that song and pony show,
and frankly, it quite bores me.
I wanna talk
about something else.
How about, oh, I don't know,
what was so god damn important
you had to run off and barricade
yourself in the bathroom?
- Well, she was bleeding out,
so we didn't have a
lot of time for discussion.
- Well, no, no,
it sounded like there was
a whole lot of discussion
going on behind that door.
- She needs help. We need
to get her out of this room.
- That's all? Really?
(Reynolds sighs)
Y'all do me a favor.
Keep your butts in those seats.
(tense music continues)
(lock clicks)
(keys jingling)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(metal clatters)
There.
Just in case.
Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
We are in a pickle.
You know,
Medina, I've been thinking,
you know, for obvious reasons,
we can't
be opening up that door,
but maybe
it'd be a good idea to see
if that Wi-Fi's back up again.
What was that password?
- Um,
I can't remember exactly.
- You can't remember exactly?
- There were a lot of numbers.
Been a little distracted.
- You know, you're right.
You have been distracted.
So, why don't you
just sit there for a while?
Take your time. Relax.
Think about it.
- Uh, you know,
I've-I've been thinking-
- About them numbers?
- No, I-
- Then you're thinking about
the wrong thing.
- It's how she processes.
You gotta let her talk.
- Well, then, you better
hope that she processes fast,
because the sooner
we get on that computer,
the sooner we can
get your gal some help.
- Okay.
Let's say you're right,
it's not a
bunch of alt right psychos
or pissed off ex-employees,
but we have a full
Islamic jihad going on.
- [Reynolds] Mm-hm.
- Do you
remember what I said about
how they operate in Syria?
- How it's all some
kind of diversionary attack,
blah, blah, blah, whatever?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Uh-huh.
- What I realized is
that all of our speculating,
all of our
debating, it's pointless.
- Hello!
- Yeah, we spent so much time
trying to figure out the facts,
what we know,
what we don't know.
Do you wanna know
what I actually learned?
It's about control.
- Damn straight.
- Yeah.
See, I have no control
over what
happens outside that door.
I mean, it doesn't really matter
what happens outside
that door, because in this room,
in here, I'm in control.
- Yeah?
- [Medina] Mm-hm. Yeah.
- [Reynolds] How do you figure?
- Well, you see,
every decision I make,
I control that, not you.
That's the only
thing I can control.
- Yeah, well, I'm
sorry to break it to you, babe,
that's not exactly-
- Ain't you
forgetting something?
- What's that?
(g*n bangs)
(Medina gasping)
(gentle music)
(metal thuds)
(Reynolds groans)
(ominous music)
(metal thudding)
(metal thudding continues)
(Eric sighing)
(Eric sighing continues)
- Medina? Medina?
Medina. Medina.
Medina? Oh,
god damn it.
What do I need to do?
How bad is it?
- The key.
Get the key.
- sh*t, the key.
- Ugh.
(tense music)
- sh*t.
I got it.
- Go. You
shouldn't have much time.
- [Eric] sh*t. sh*t.
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
You can't control
what's outside this door, huh?
(tense music continues)
But in here...
(Eric sighs)
(key clicks)
(dramatic music)
(Eric sighs)
(lock clicks)
(door clanks)
(g*n bangs)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(Jessica coughs)
- Mario?
(ominous music)
- That took a lot
longer than I expected.
- You weren't
supposed to let anyone
come down the hall, remember?
- Well, you didn't say anything
about that last customer
having a g*n on
him now, did you?
- Stupid cowboy shot me
and said the guy in the mask.
- [Mario] Yeah.
- Does that mean everyone?
- You heard El Chocatero.
No witnesses.
Hey, don't you lose any sleep
over them. You understand me?
You made the right choice.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
Nice and easy.
Come on. Let's get
you over to the desk.
- Any chatter on the radio?
- Nope.
You were right.
Fireworks
provided a perfect cover.
All right, come on, come on.
- Now k*ll the jammer.
I need a f*cking ambulance.
(ominous music)
- Did you find it?
- Yeah. Over
there on the floor.
(ominous music continues)
- Where were
they the whole time?
- [Jessica] He had 'em stashed
in the computer terminal.
- Sneaky son of a b*tch.
- Make sure that g*n ends
up in Reynolds' hands, okay?
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
- Hey, hey, we don't
have time for all of this.
The key to your f*cking door.
Where is it?
How about you, your highness?
Care to explain how
you ended up in that bathroom
with a b*llet in your leg?
- Eric's right, Reynolds.
You know better than anyone
all the sketchy people
that Quinn had business with.
- Exactly. Which, you know,
this business is protected.
- I knew these chickens
would come home to roost,
but this is a little much.
- Who am I talking to?
- [Mario] Eric, Eric, I'm Mario.
Mario Hernandez.
- We gotta get him outta here.
I've got a
daughter that needs me
on the other side of that door.
Whatever we're gonna
do, we need to do it fast.
I don't think time
is much of a luxury.
He's gonna do whatever
it takes to get that password.
And once he does,
there's nothing stopping him
from pulling that trigger.
If we don't get that
key and open that door,
then none of us
are walking out of here.
(ominous music continues)
(tense music)
(static buzzing)
(computer dings)
(tense music continues)
- And tell El Chocatero
we're square now, okay?
(gentle music)
(gentle music continues)
- I'd say this
balances the sheets.
(gentle music continues)
- Okay. That
should cover it.
Now k*ll the
jammer and make the call.
You have about four minutes
to get outta the
building before they get here.
And don't worry,
I'll be sure to provide
a nice traumatized
alibi for the ambulance.
- Yeah, of course.
(tense music)
Listen, El Chocatero
wanted me to make sure
you knew that this
takes care of everything.
- And you tell El Chocatero
to leave me and my
daughter the f*ck alone.
Understand?
- Yeah. Nothing's
ever gonna happen to Becca.
But he did say no witnesses.
- Mar-
(g*n bangs)
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