[echoing astronaut
radio chatter]
[haunting music rises]
[man] No!
[electronic glitch]
[man] Don't!
[electronic glitch]
[rhythmic radio beep]
[heart beat]
[heart monitor flat line]
[man] Don't!
[electronic glitches intensify]
[man] Drop it now!
[loud g*nsh*t]
[faint traffic sounds]
[man sighs]
f*ck.
[grabbing phone]
[phone click]
[phone hitting chest]
sh*t.
[coughing]
[man exhales]
It's real simple.
Just close your eyes.
And go to f*cking sleep.
[distant phone alarm]
[loud phone alarm]
[phone click]
[running water]
sh*t.
[muffled vacuuming]
[writing]
[sigh]
Whew.
[text alert]
[another text alert]
[phone click]
[muffled sound of movie]
[door knock]
Hey, what up, Trevor?
Not much, man.
Just ready to get this
convention over with.
Yeah, I heard that.
Come on in.
Not to blow myself up
too much, but, uh
this might be my best work yet.
Oh, wow, yeah.
The color on the twin decade
of achievement stamps looks perfect.
All five look amazing.
But then again...
I wouldn't have expect anything less.
Thank you, my friend.
Now, uh...
You're not gonna try to pass
these off as the real thing
to some poor dumb a*s
of a collector, are you?
How could I, Will?
There's a watermark in the back
of each one that says reproduction.
Just making sure you noticed.
Yeah, I noticed.
[Richard Wagner's
"Rie of the Valkeries" plays]
[crowd noises]
So you just stick the stamp
on the page directly?
You could, but that's gonna decrease
their value.
So I recommend, um
using these.
Hingeless mounts.
No, as much as I wish they were,
they are not the original
inverted Jennies.
Those are the 2013 reproductions.
Sixty five...
No, sorry.
Forgot. There we go.
Seventy five.
[airy music rises]
[music stops]
You thought about investing
in a hand truck?
Yeah, I had one,
but the wheel broke.
Oh, lucky me.
How'd you sell?
I sold d*ck.
I didn't think they'd let you
do that here.
They don't.
But I'll do anything for a buck.
Yeah, so I heard.
So where you headed off to now?
Well, headed up north
to do some business.
Hey, am I gonna see you at the show
in Wilmington next month?
It depends.
On what?
Whether or not you buy a new hand truck.
[Dale chuckles]
Thanks again, Dale. Appreciate it.
Take it easy.
You too.
[footsteps receding]
[keys rattling]
[Trevor sighs]
[ominous music plays]
[album creaks]
[rustling pages]
[car door slam]
[grabbing cigarettes]
[car starting]
[traffic sounds]
[whooshing sound]
[metal clicking sounds]
[cell phone rings]
[phone click]
Hello.
[woman] May I speak to
Trevor Conroy, please?
Speaking.
[woman] Hi, this is Barbara Owings calling
from the Greenview apartment leasing office.
[Barbara] How are you today?
Uh, listen, if this is about the routing
number, I already fixed it on the app.
So the payment should
go through no problem now.
[Barbara] No it's not about the rent.
It's about your apartment.
What about it?
[Barbara] There was a smoke
detector inspection yesterday
and when maintenance entered your
residence, they found a family in there of...
Wait, whoa, wait, a a family?
I don't... I don't have any family.
I live alone.
[Barbara] No, not people.
What?
[Barbara] It was squirrels.
Squirrels?
[Barbara] Yes. A family of
squirrels is living in your apartment.
I'm sorry?
[Barbara Mr. Conroy,
we allow dogs and cats...
But not squirrels.
Good to know, except, uh,
I don't own any squirrels.
[Barbara] They're not yours?
No.
[Barbara] Then what
are they doing in there?
I don't know...
Mixing c*ck and having a soiree.
[Barbara] What?
I I must have left the
porch door open by accident.
[Barbara] When was that?
I don't remember.
I'm at my apartment like one night a month.
[Barbara] Well, apparently they destroyed
a lot of your personal items.
Oh, man.
[Barbara] It is your responsibility
to make sure your doors are locked,
and Mr. Conroy, please,
.[phone beeps]
Yeah, listen, I'm gonna have to call
you back, okay? [Barbara keeps talking]
Just, uh, let me know when my apartment
is critter free.
[answers incoming call]
Hello.
[Andre] Its Andre Duvall.
Mr. DuVall, good to hear from you.
[Andre] I'm leaving for Paris in four days.
I'd like to make sure the covers
are in my possession before then.
Yeah, I'm, uh, I I'm driving
up to the Cape right now.
I should be there day after tomorrow,
say around, uh, 3 PM.
[Andre] Make it 3:25.
Okay, 3:25.
[Andre] I want to make sure I receive them
in my own hands.
Do not let any one else here touch them.
Is that clear?
Absolutely.
Um, now, in terms of payment, uh
[Andre] When you hand me the covers,
I will hand you a check.
Sounds perfect.
[Andre] And please wear gloves.
I'm sorry?
[Andre] To the transaction, wear gloves.
I don't want to contaminate the covers.
Or you.
Right.
Wait, me?
[Andre] See you in two days.
Right, but are you, um, I'm sorry,
are you are you contagious or
[Andre] At 3:25.
[Andre hangs up]
The f*ck was that?
[light clatter]
Jesus!
[squealing brakes]
[car horn blaring]
[engine rumbling]
[squealing brakes]
[suspenseful music plays]
Just go around me.
What are you doing?
[SUV engine accelerates]
[suspenseful music fades]
[Saturday Night Hero
by Unearth the Kings plays]
T.I.M.E up pull the trigger,
screaming at the mirror
God I think I like this,
you are the vision
I'm the violent sound
Body in a crisis,
[tapping on steering wheel]
L.I.N.E
[tapping on steering wheel]
Up into heaven
[indistinct chatting]
[bell on door rings]
Hey, are are you okay?
Thank you. I'm okay.
Please help me.
Um.
With what?
He's looking for me.
Who?
My ex.
He's trying to k*ll me.
He, um
He grabbed me in the driveway
and forced me into his truck and I
jumped out at the light a few blocks down,
and I just ran and
I don't know if he saw me
come in here, but...
Okay, okay.
Why don't we...
Why don't we call the police, okay?
No, no, we...
Can't call the police.
They think I
stole a car.
Just now?
No My ex
stole a car.
But I was with him, so now...
I'm an accomplice.
Please. My life is in danger. I'm...
Okay, Hey, listen.
I don't know who you are, but...
I'm begging you.
[heavy sigh]
What do you want me to do?
I don't want any one here seeing us
leaving together just in case he
comes in here
And asks a bunch of questions so
I'm going to go to the bathroom and then
In, like
Five minutes can you just meet me out back?
I just
Need a ride into the next town and
then I'll I'll figure it out from there.
Please.
Okay.
Okay?
Yeah.
Okay. Thank you.
Sure.
Five minutes okay?
Five minutes.
[footsteps walking off]
[bathroom door opening and closing]
Could I get one to go?
[bass boom]
[street sounds]
[sipping noise]
[footsteps]
[keys jingle]
[muffled metal music]
[music fades]
[muffled metal music]
["My Name is Architect"
by Unearth the Kings's playing]
Come on, do what you do
You're full of sh*t
when you're telling the truth
f*ck you when you do what you do
sh*t!
God damn it!
[car door slam]
[water running]
What the f*ck, dude?
[heavy sigh]
[footsteps recede]
Hey, why did you leave me back there?
Because I don't have time for bullshit.
What?
Where is he?
Where's who?
Your psycho ex. If he's so dangerous, what
are you doing out here completely exposed?
Well, I saw him drive off
in the other direction, so
Yeah, right.
Why don't you believe me?
You said you jumped out of his truck
and ran a few blocks
to get to the diner, right?
Yeah, I did.
Well, it's at least 78 degrees out
and a little on the humid side.
Yet, after running, what, half a mile?
There's not an ounce of sweat on your face
or your shirt.
What can I say I don't sweat, you know?
This is just how I'm built.
Okay.
Well, once you were at the diner,
there was a table of
of four women.
Four women who offered you help.
And yet you sought out me.
A lone, middle aged man
who could turn out to be a total creep.
Now, why is that?
I don't know, call me sexist.
I just thought maybe a man would
be able to protect me a little bit better.
See, that's not it.
I think the reason you chose me is
because you were hoping I would be a creep.
Someone willing to follow you anywhere.
In other words, an easy mark.
What are you talking about?
If I had met you back there...
You and your boyfriend
would've tried to roll me.
You think we would've robbed you?
I said try.
Not succeed.
Wait, hold on.
You have to help me.
Get away from the door.
[cloth rustling]
[cloth rustling]
If he finds me, he's gonna k*ll me.
I have an aunt who lives in North Carolina.
If you can just get me to a
bus stop on the other side of town and
maybe help with a ticket.
I'll pay you back.
I just
I just need a little help.
Does she live near 95?
Yeah, just outside of Fayetteville.
I'm driving up to Cape Cod.
I can take you to your aunt's house.
Thank you.
But listen,
I'm not a big conversationalist, all right?
So it's going to be a quiet ride.
Not a problem.
I'm Macy, by the way.
Trevor.
Thanks, Trevor.
[car starting]
[zipping sound]
[grabbing cloth sounds]
[seat belt click]
[seat belt click]
So why are you going up to Cape Cod?
Business.
What kind of business?
I'd rather not talk about it.
Can we listen to some music?
No.
You must be really fun at parties.
I don't go to parties.
Color me surprised.
[muffled engine acceleration]
[car window lowering]
(garbled speaker talk)
Yeah, that's okay.
Uh, could I get a number one?
[raining hitting top of car]
Thank you.
[bag rustling]
[bag rustling]
All right.
All right, here's your food.
[crinkling paper]
Thank you.
Thank you.
[seat belt click]
Where are you going?
I'm going to go eat.
I thought we'd just eat in the car.
No, you're going to eat in the car.
I'm going to go sit in the restaurant.
Why?
Because it's a long drive
and I need time to myself.
I'll be quiet.
It doesn't matter.
You're still here.
[car door opening]
Oh, and don't try to steal my car.
There's a cop parked right over there.
[car door closes]
[opening burger box]
[crunching sounds]
[dramatic stinger]
Little thief.
I knew it.
[metalic slam]
Okay.
Nice try, but...
Sorry, I had a hang nail.
It's okay.
Just, you know, ask me
next time before you
root around my stuff.
[car door slam]
[highway sounds]
[chewing sounds]
[opening center console]
[moving items around]
What...
What are you doing?
Just looking for a place to put my gum.
No, no, no!
What?
Don't put your gum on that!
It's an empty envelope, man!
You'll ruin it!
Here!
Use that.
Yeah, I think it's okay.
Sorry.
I meant to put this in one of my albums.
You put envelopes into albums?
Yes.
Why?
Because I'm a philatalist.
[Athena] A philatelist
Is that some kind of doctor?
No.
A philatelist is someone who, uh, collects
postal items.
Like stamps.
Stamps.
Yes.
Like the little things that you put
on an envelope to put in the mail?
Yes.
So you like stickers?
They're not They're not stickers.
They're not?
No.
Are they made of paper?
Yes.
Do they have adhesive on the back?
Yes.
You attach them to other pieces of paper?
Yes
That's a f*cking sticker.
Look, there's a lot more to stamps
than just their basic elements.
Like what?
Well, stamps can have
a lot of historical, political,
and artistic significance
that you can study and appreciate.
No, that you can study and appreciate.
I grew out of stickers,
like, in the eighth grade.
Just saying, in general, there's a
lot of interesting facets to stamps.
Is that one valuable?
Pretty valuable.
A liberty three cent can fetch anywhere
between 50 and 100 bucks,
depending on the condition.
But in this case,
I'm more interested in the entire envelope.
Here, check out the uh,
photograph and the autograph on there.
Who's the dude?
That dude is Alfred Hitchcock.
Now, you probably don't
know who he is, but
He's a famous director, right?
He did Vertigo and North by Northwest.
sh*t, color me impressed.
Why?
I just didn't think anyone born after 1990
cared about anything longer than a TikTok video.
My mom had this ex-boyfriend and he
liked old Hitchcock movies
and we watched a few together.
Sounds like a cool guy.
Oh, yeah, he was super cool,
especially when he had my mom sign
over our house to him,
and then he emptied out her bank account,
and then we ended up on the street.
So, he was, yeah...
Super cool dude.
Sorry to hear that.
Whatever.
[gentle whooshing sound]
[Macy] Can we stop for the bathroom?
[Trevor] Yeah, sure.
[car accelerating]
[tires rolling over gravel]
[seat belt click]
I'll be right back.
[car door slam]
[footsteps recede]
[distant highway noise]
[seat belt click]
[car door closing]
[plastic wrapper rustling]
[tires rolling over gravel]
[lighter click]
[loud engine]
[suspenseful music]
[car starts]
[police siren]
[quick tire squeal]
[whooshing]
[cars passing]
[distant tire squeal]
[siren fades]
[dramatic music builds]
[music ends]
[highway traffic sounds]
[Trevor] What's his name?
[Macy] Who?
Your ex boyfriend.
Vic.
Does Vic know
where your aunt lives?
No.
Good.
It's getting late.
We should probably stop
at a motel.
Hey, I really appreciate all the things
that you're doing for me right now,
but I just I don't feel comfortable
getting a hotel.
It's it's okay.
I'll get you your own room.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
[quiet whooshing]
So are you married?
No, I'm not married,
not, uh, anymore.
Girlfriend?
No.
Do you like guys?
No.
Then why haven't you tried
anything with me?
I just don't, uh...
I just don't like getting
too close to people.
Not even for, like, one night stands?
Really don't feel comfortable
having this conversation right now.
Is it ED?
[Trevor] Please stop.
You know they have pills for that now.
Jesus Christ.
Did she pass away?
Who?
[Macy] Your wife?
No.
Then why aren't you married anymore?
I'm not going there.
[Macy] Did she have an affair?
No.
Did you have an affair?
No.
Or was she like really annoying?
No, but you are.
Did she not pay
enough attention to her?
[Macy] Late nights at work.
Missed dinners.
Did you become obsessed with...
Stop! Stop, now, okay?
This conversation is over.
Fine.
[pensive music plays]
[neon buzzing]
This one's mine.
That one's yours.
[key rattling]
[suitcase rolling]
[key turning in lock]
[door opening]
[door closing]
[door squeaking]
[door closing]
[bed squeaks]
[music rises]
[low bass boom]
[exhale]
[sheet rustling]
[muffled talking]
[woman yells]
[muffled angry talking]
Macy.
Macy, are you okay?
[Macy] I'm fine. Go back to bed.
Yeah, I'd feel better if you'd open the
door to show me you're okay, please.
[Macy] Jesus Christ, Trevor.
[door unlocking]
[door squeaks]
You're all right?
Yeah, fine.
Are you alone?
Yes.
Sure?
Oh, yeah, no, now that you mentioned it,
there's a whole college football
team in the back. We're gonna bang.
I thought I heard you screaming.
Guess it was someone else.
Have a good night.
Little late for that.
Just one question.
Do you have enough condoms
for the whole team?
Go f*ck yourself.
[Trevor chuckles]
[distant traffic]
[light whoosh]
[bed squeak]
[Trevor] Great.
Just what I need.
New sh*t to keep me awake.
[phone click]
Okay.
[putting phone down]
Come on.
Let's go.
Could have been a coincidence.
Then again, maybe it wasn't.
Maybe someone knows what I've got.
And followed me from the convention.
This is why I took precautions.
But the last thing I want
is for things to get ugly.
I've just got to make it up to Cape Cod.
Get that money.
And then send the check.
After that
I don't give a sh*t what happens to me.
[echoing phone alarm]
[loud phone alarm]
[water running]
[tapping toothbrush]
[suitcase rustling]
[bang on window]
[hinges squeak]
Hey.
[door shutting]
[footsteps]
[suspenseful music plays]
[echoing impact sound]
[footsteps]
[dramatic whooshing]
[music intensifies]
[music builds]
[bass boom]
[footsteps approaching]
Keys are on the seat.
[Trevor] Thanks.
[Trevor] Here.
What's this?
That's a coffee.
Thanks.
[pencil sketching sound]
Hey, that's really good.
It's fine.
You're a good artist.
You ever thought about
doing it professionally?
No, my mom always said that art
was a trivial career.
So I didn't do anything with it.
Well, has she actually seen
any of your drawings?
Not sober.
Well, I don't know.
You're pretty good.
I think you could make a career at it.
Hey, there's no way Vic could be tracking
your location through your phone, is there?
No, why?
Just just asking.
Hey text me your aunt's address.
We should hit North
Carolina in about two hours.
[car starting]
[intense whoosh]
[highway sounds]
[rustling plastic]
What the f*ck are you doing?
Well, I was about to smoke a cigarette.
Okay, Boomer.
Hey, I'm Gen X, not a boomer, okay?
Is there are difference?
Yes, big difference.
Boomers were the first generation
that grew up watching TV.
Gen X was the first generation
that perfected watching TV.
[chuckles]
[Macy] Why don't you just vape?
Like normal people.
Because vaping will k*ll you.
Oh, and cigarettes are healthy now.
Pretty sure people have come back
around to cigarettes.
Pretty sure they haven't.
Hey, where's your, uh,
where's your coffee?
Hmm?
The coffee I got you back at the motel.
Um
sh*t.
I must have lifted on the roof
when we stopped for gas.
My bad.
[car rattling noises]
Whoa, whoa, sh*t.
What was that?
Flat tire.
Damn it.
[impact sound]
[sound of fountain]
Damn.
That sucks.
Yeah, well, help me get these boxes
out of the trunk so I can get to a spare.
[album falls on pavement]
[dark music starts playing]
[faint car horn rising]
[car horn blares]
Jesus Christ, are you okay?
Yeah, fine.
[Trevor] Thanks.
Keep meaning to get a new album.
This one keeps opening up.
[binder rings click shut]
Who was she?
Just someone.
[trunk rummage sounds]
Let's just change the tire
and get out of here, okay?
[metal clanking]
Was she your daughter?
Your sister?
I don't want to talk about it.
Who was she to you?
I said, just let it go, okay?
What's the big secret?
I mean, why won't you tell me
who she was to you?
I'm just asking a simple question.
I said I don't want to talk about it.
Now drop it.
[car approaching]
[tire iron clatter]
[tire iron hits the pavement]
[dark music plays]
[rhythmic suspense music]
[garage sounds]
[music fades]
What are you doing?
We have to stay on the highway
to get to my aunt's house.
It's like another 100 miles to her exit.
So this is what we're doing?
[sigh]
[sound of train approaching]
[crossing bells]
[train barrels past]
[keys rattling]
[shifting into park]
Get out.
What the hell is going on?
I don't want to drive you anymore.
What?
Here.
Take the train.
What's this?
That is money.
Use that to buy a train ticket.
Wha...
What about my ex?
You said he doesn't know
where your aunt lives,
so he can't hurt you
and my job is done.
Wait, wait, hold... I...
I... I don't even know what train to take.
You'll figure it out.
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have asked
about the newspaper clippings.
It was none of my business.
I... I shouldn't have pried.
It's not about that.
Then what's it about?
Things keep happening.
And they probably aren't connected,
and I'm probably just being paranoid, but
My brain won't shut off,
and I'm worried about you on top of it.
And I just...
Cannot be concerned about you right now.
Why not?
Because you deserve better than my concern.
I deserve...
What does that even mean?
[train approaching]
[dramatic whoosh]
I wasn't always a stamp dealer.
I used to be a cop.
A cop.
Detective.
So what happened?
There was this guy.
He's a real piece of sh*t drug dealer
named Frederick Dechell.
Went by the name of Freddie D.
Who k*lled an entire family
of a user who had stiffed him.
I'd been after Freddy for a while.
Tons of leads.
None of them went anywhere.
And then one December...
I'm at the mall to buy some
Christmas presents for my wife.
And as I'm walking in
guess who comes walking out?
He looked different.
He had shaved his head, grew a beard.
But I recognized him.
And he recognized me, too.
Because as soon as he sees me, he just
draws on me, so I draw on him, too and
He starts firing, and I fire back.
[haunting music rises]
Just as I'm about to pull
the trigger a third time
This 18 year old girl comes
walking out of the mall and
The timing was unreal.
Because she walked right out of that door,
and right into my b*llet.
Got her dead center in the chest.
She went down like a stone.
Even took Freddy by
surprise, because he just
lowered his g*n and just stared at her for
what seemed like, I don't know, two minutes.
But it wasn't two minutes.
It was more like two seconds.
Because I immediately raised my g*n
and shot at him.
Got him in the chest, too.
Unfortunately, my aim
wasn't as accurate as fate's.
Because, uh
He lived.
And she didn't.
Teresa Hopkins.
Must be real hard to live with that.
Oh, it's...
It's nearly impossible.
I'm sure the pain I feel is nothing
compared to the pain that her family feels.
Is Teresa's death why you got divorced?
She... She loved me.
So she stayed with me for a while, but
It's kind of hard to love someone
who isn't able to reciprocate it.
So
Yeah, she left.
It was an accident, right?
Could have happened to anyone.
Yeah, it could have.
But it happened to me.
So I have to live with it.
I guess I
should go check on those bus times.
Hey, listen...
Don't worry about it, all right?
I'll... I'll, uh
I'll take you to your aunt's house.
Really?
Yeah.
Thanks.
But first, I got to hit the restroom.
I'll, uh, grab some snacks.
Freeze as*h*le.
What do you what do you want?
The five Sieger covers in your car.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Just get them out of your car
unless you want your brains
splattered all over the pavement.
I'm glad you're not a doctor.
What?
Because you don't no sh*t about anatomy.
You don't...
Open the door, and get the covers.
All right, all right, just take it easy.
Come on, man.
[intense music rises]
Come on, open the door.
[percussive music plays]
Get in the car.
[tires squeal]
[intense whoosh]
You okay?
Yeah, you?
Fine. Who the f*ck was that guy?
I don't know.
He didn't get the covers, though, did he?
What? No...
No, I still have them.
Good.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Oh!
God.
What's wrong? Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
I just gotta...
I gotta pull over somewhere.
[plaintive music plays]
[tires splashing]
[brakes squeal]
[car idles]
You sure you're okay?
Yeah, he just slammed my head
pretty hard against the car.
Listen, can you give me a favor?
There's a first aid kit in the trunk.
Could you grab it?
I've got some heavy
duty painkillers in there.
[Trevor pops the trunk]
Hang tight.
Thanks
[car door closes]
[muffled footsteps]
[sound of trunk opening]
[objects shifting in the trunk]
[suspenseful music plays]
[music builds to a crescendo]
[music ends]
[trunk slam]
Jesus.
You scared me.
Here. Here's the kit.
Thank you.
Athena.
What?
You heard me.
Athena Hopkins.
sh*t.
[choral music crescendos]
[music ends]
[quiet, dreamlike music plays]
[distant sketching sounds]
[man] Athena
[more sketching]
[man] Athena
[man] Athena
Athena!
Stop your stupid
doodling and pay attention.
Where's mine?
Your what?
You got yourself another drink.
Where's mine?
I didn't get you one.
Why not?
Not a mind reader, Athena.
What the hell's wrong with you?
Okay. You wanna know what's wrong with me?
I'll tell you what's wrong with me.
I am so sick and tired of you wasting
all of our rent money on drugs.
I told you,
I'm not spending the money on drugs.
I spent the money on my truck
so I can go to work.
You'd have to have a
job to go to work, Vic.
I'm working on that.
And you know what?
We wouldn't even be in this situation
if you would just sue Conroy.
How many times do I have to tell you this?
My mom tried eight years ago.
And it didn't work.
He deserves to pay.
[Dale] I can you help with that.
[low bass boom]
Hey, what are you doing?
I didn't invite you over.
[Dale] No, you didn't.
Hello, Athena.
My name's Dale Nicholson.
I've been looking for you.
Hey, man, back off.
We're not swingers, okay?
That's not what I'm here for.
Then what do you want?
I want to help you
get what you're owed.
So now he just drives around the country
and deals at these stamp shows.
He makes good money doing that?
Trevor doesn't care about the money.
He never has.
That doesn't mean he doesn't
have some valuable sh*t.
Because he does.
Like what?
You ever heard of the Apollo missions?
Like Greek gods and stuff?
No dumb-a*s like rockets, right?
Apollo was a space mission back in the day.
Most people don't know this,
but there was a huge scandal
that rocked the space program
back in the early 70s.
[intense string music]
In 1972 three astronauts,
David Scott, Alfred
Worden, and James Irwin,
Made a deal with a guy
named Horst Eiermann to have 400
postmarked envelopes,
also known as covers,
taken to the moon on the Apollo 15 mission.
Now, taking postmarked envelopes
into space was a pretty common practice.
But the covers that Scott, Worden, and
Irwin agreed to take weren't approved.
They were contraband.
The idea was that when the
astronauts got back, Eiermann,
through his partner Herman Sieger,
would give each astronaut
seven grand for them.
Which, back in 1972,
was a sh*t ton of money.
Problem is, it was a big no-no
for astronauts
to take unauthorized items into space.
And a beggar no-no to profit off of 'em.
So now those unauthorized covers
are where the whole lot of lettuce.
[Vic] Okay, so let me guess.
Conroy's got one.
No.
He doesn't have one.
He's got five.
How did he get five?
Who knows?
Maybe he found him at a garage
sale of some poor b*stard
who didn't know what he had.
The point is, he's got them.
And he's looking to cash him in.
All right... Interesting story...
Isn't it?
[Dale] You want another drink?
[Vic] Yeah!
I don't like this.
You want a shot instead?
Don't play dumb with me.
[Dale] What do you mean?
I mean, it sounds a lot like you're
trying to get us to do your
dirty work and then you're just
gonna take all the money.
[Dale] Absolutely not.
We'd be partners in this.
But she was your sister,
so you deserve more.
So 60-40 split.
70-30.
65-35.
Fine.
But I still don't get it.
Why do you need our help?
Why don't you just
do this by yourself?
Because he knows me,
it'd be too obvious.
Eight years ago,
you were practically a child.
He has no idea what you look like now.
You don't have any social media.
Now, Trevor's gonna be at a stamp show
in Tampa on Thursday.
I'm 95% certain he's driving up to Cape Cod
afterward to sell the covers to a collector.
When he stops to get some food
That's when you make your move.
What kind of move?
Hey, just so we're clear.
She doesn't have to screw him, right?
No, she doesn't have to screw him.
She doesn't even have to flirt with him.
She just needs to play on his sympathies.
Sympathies.
Get him to believe you're something
that you are clearly not.
A scared, helpless little girl.
[echoing metallic bang]
[Dale] Depends.
[Trevor] On what?
[Dale] Whether or not you buy
a new hand truck.
[Trevor] Thanks again, Dale.
Appreciate it.
[Dale] Take it easy.
[Trevor] You too.
[echoing footsteps]
We're on.
[car door slam]
[Vic sighs]
Stupid waste of time.
What the hell is the matter with you?
If he's got so much valuable stuff,
what's he doing driving
a freaking Honda Civic?
I told you he doesn't care about
the money or the flash.
Yeah, and if he doesn't
care about the money,
then why is he trying to sell
these space envelopes?
Who knows?
Maybe he's paying for a nephew
to go to college
or he's getting ready to retire.
I have to pee soon.
Well, we can't stop
until he stops so hold it.
Well, what if I can't?
Go in this.
Yeah, right.
Back off, you freaking deviant.
Would you calm down?
[Brakes squeal in the distance]
I was kidding
Don't tell me to calm down a*s wipe!
Vic!
[engine accelerating]
[tires screech]
[Vic] Damn it!
f*ck!
Athena get down.
Drive around him slowly.
Now what?
We can't follow him.
He made my truck.
Keep going.
[Dale] We'll keep an eye on
him in the rear room mirror.
If he gets off at an exit will double back.
[street sounds]
[footsteps]
OK, go.
We'll be waiting around back.
Just concentrate on being convincing.
He has to totally believe your story.
Don't worry.
He'll buy it.
[bass boom]
[bell on door rings]
Please help me.
He didn't buy it.
What?
Get back in the truck.
We'll catch up to him on the highway.
[car door slam]
Jesus Christ
He didn't even make it a half mile.
He must have a bladder
the size of a walnut.
[Vic] So
What now?
You're going to have to go with him
Excuse me.
Get in the car with him.
Vic can track you on his phone.
We'll take it from there.
No, I'm not getting in a car with him.
Well, you don't have much
of a choice, do you?
The SUV is blown.
If he sees us,
he'll know we're following him.
Look, I don't know about this.
Yeah, like what if he's
some kind of freaky perv?
Yeah!
[Dale] Keep in contact with us
through text.
If he tries to pull anything,
let us know and we'll take care of him.
Yeah, well, he didn't believe
the a*usive boyfriend
five minutes ago, so what makes you
think he's gonna believe us now?
Jesus.
Ow!
The hell!
Well, now he's gonna buy it.
Plus, he won't try anything
if you're all dinged up.
Hold that.
Why?
Well, I'm supposed to be someone
else now, right?
So I can't risk having my ID.
[Dale] Great idea.
Shut up.
[car door closing]
[crunching]
What the hell are the covers?
[intense music rises]
[unzipping sound]
[impact sound]
[intese music crescendos ]
So he was, yeah, super cool dude.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Whatever.
[phone vibrates]
[phone click]
[echoing impact sound]
I'll be right back.
[stall door closing]
[Vic] Where are you?
I'm in a bathroom stall.
Are you here?
Yeah, trying to stay out of sight.
Look go back to the car.
Say the left rear tire looks flat.
We'll sneak...
Wait.
What?
Damn it! He made us!
sh*t!
OK plan B we're gonna run him over.
Don't you dare run him over.
If anybody's going to k*ll him,
it's going to be me.
[police siren]
[Vic] God damnit! [Dale]
What the f*ck, Vic, are you wanted?
[Vic] Yes!
[Dale] For what?
[Vic] I stole a few cars! Sue me!
I gotta go.
I'll text you when we're safe.
[Vic hangs up]
Vic?
Vic!
[grabbing handbag]
[shoes scuff]
[faint tire squeal]
[siren fading]
It's okay.
I'll get you your own room.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
[phone vibrates]
[phone click]
[intense music rising]
[music ends]
[phone vibrates]
[phone click]
Vic?
Hey, babe.
Where are you?
We ditched the truck, stole a Toyota Camry.
You have my location on your phone?
Yeah Wait.
Are you at a motel?
Yeah.
Why?
I don't know.
He's old, and he got tired.
Do you have your own room?
Yes, I have my own room.
Did he try anything?
Did he
No, he didn't try anything.
So you didn't screw him?
Screw him.
That's what you're gonna ask me
right now?
He k*lled my f*cking sister,
you know that I hate this guy.
Hey, I don't know that.
You've been spending
a lot of time with him.
Vic!
You could have changed your mind.
Vic! Vic!
I am going to need you to shut the f*ck...
[screams] Up!
Calm down.
I was just asking.
You're not asking sh*t.
You're accusing.
But you know what?
We are done we are through.
You trying to screw me
out of this money?
No.
You'll get your f*cking money,
But this? This is done.
You don't get me too.
Athena, don't do this to me...
[intense music plays]
[door knock]
[Trevor] Macy?
Macy, are you okay?
[Athena] I'm fine.
Go back to bed.
[metalic impact]
[Athena] What's this?
[Trevor] That's a coffee.
[Trevor] Hey, text me
your aunt's address.
We should hit North Carolina
in about two hours.
[car starts up]
[gentle whoosh]
[ethereal music plays]
[low bass boom]
[car rattling noises]
Whoa, whoa! sh*t!
Flat tire.
[rapid texting]
[rapid texting]
[ominous music]
[metalic bang]
[disturbing music plays]
[echoing breath]
[music stops]
[plastic bag rustling]
[low bass boom]
What gave me away?
[traffic in the distance]
You asked me if that guy
took the Sieger covers.
The thing is, when he asked me that,
you weren't even there.
And I haven't mentioned them to you either.
But what really sealed
the deal was this.
See
This drawing
Doesn't quite match
the theme of the other ones.
So the guy in the parking lot
was your boyfriend, right?
Yeah.
And I guess the third one
was waiting in the SUV.
Third one?
The guy who told you
I had the Sieger covers.
The guy who hatched
the plan for you to rob me.
If I was a betting man,
I'd say that guy
was my good friend Dale.
So why didn't you do it?
Why didn't I what?
Why don't you let him rob me?
I don't know.
I just changed my mind.
Why?
I don't know.
Where did Macy come from?
My mom is a big Macy's Day fan.
The irony is you don't have to do that.
Well, it was the first thing
that popped in my head.
Give me a break
I'm not talking about the name change.
Then what are you talking about?
[opening the glove compartment]
What is this?
Just read it.
[envelope rustling]
Dear Athena,
Please find enclosed a check
for the sum of
$500,000.
I know there is no
amount of money
that could take away
the pain or the
Heartbreak of losing your sister.
Hopefully this check
will make your day to day
life easier so that you can focus
on yourself and your needs.
Sincerely, Trevor Conroy
Now you can't cash that yet
because I don't have the money
in my account, but
I will in two days.
You know what?
I don't want your money.
[paper ripping]
Okay?
I don't want anything
from you.
Athena
Athena, wait.
You took her from me!
I know.
I'm sorry.
And what are you doing
keeping all those articles
about her, huh?
Trying to make yourself
feel better
by honoring her memory?
Whoa, whoa, wait.
You think I keep those articles
to make myself feel better?
Why else would you do it?
I keep them so that
I have a constant reminder
of the suffering
that my actions caused.
So you want pity, then.
You [laughs]
You are literally the only person
that knows about those articles.
And I didn't exactly volunteer
that information to you.
Okay.
So you don't want pity.
Then what do you want from me?
Nothing.
I don't want anything from you.
You were the one who barged
into my life, remember?
To steal money from me.
Which I was going to give you anyway.
But now you don't seem
to want any more.
Exactly!
Exactly!
I don't...
I don't know what to do
with all of this.
Oh, and you think I do.
You know, I don't want
anything from you,
but I do want something for you.
To have a good life.
Now that boyfriend of yours,
he's not going to be too happy
that you threw that bag over his head
and then ripped up the check.
And I will not be responsible
for him hurting you.
So listen.
Let me just take you
to your aunt's house and...
[g*nsh*t]
[haunting music]
[body thud]
[Athena gasps]
[Trevor yells]
[leaves crunching]
[Vic grunts]
[grunting]
[more grunting]
[g*nsh*t]
Ah!
[footsteps]
I wouldn't do that if I were you!
[percussive hit]
Dale.
I knew you were an as*h*le.
But even I didn't think you were
a gargantuan piece of sh*t like this.
Love you too, Trev.
Now give me the covers.
Is that all you wanted?
sh*t, man.
All you had to do is ask.
She dying?
f*ck you.
[Dale] Apparently not.
You better hope she stays
alive, as*h*le.
[distant siren]
I got to get her in my car.
[Dale] There's no time.
We'll take her to my car.
If you hurt her
I'm not gonna hurt her.
We're gonna take her to a place
about an hour away.
What's the address?
I'll text you the address.
Go!
[leaves rustling]
[haunting music]
[Trevor breathes heavily]
[sirens get closer]
You son of a b*tch!
You f*ck!
[Trevor screams]
[softly] You f*ck...
[dark, pulsing music]
[crickets chirping]
[distant traffic sounds]
[phone vibrates]
[music fades]
[Trevor grunts]
[car door opening]
[rustling paper]
[rustling paper]
[Trevor grunts]
[dark, pulsing music]
[car door closing]
[phone ringing]
[Duvall] Hello?
Mr. Duvall.
It's Trevor.
There's been a slight
change of plan.
[Trevor grunts]
[pulsing music continues]
[music fades]
[car shuts off]
[grabbing the g*n]
[Trevor exhales]
[racking the slider]
[footsteps approaching]
[turning door handle]
[door squeaks]
[distant wind]
[footsteps]
You okay?
I am now.
Although I'm pretty sure
I'm gonna be
chock full of PTSD after this.
Where are they?
And they're watching.
Stand up and get behind me.
I can't.
[haunting music]
sh*t.
Dale gave me instructions for you.
Tell me.
First, he wants you to
put the g*n on the floor.
No way.
Dale said you'd say that.
But he'd like to remind you
that he's got neighbors.
So you don't have to worry
about him sh**ting
because the noise factor.
Yeah, you can muffle g*nf*re.
He said you'd say that too, but
He's not gonna let us
walk out of here
unless you put the g*n
on the floor.
f*ck.
He said you'd say that as well.
[Trevor exhales]
[footsteps]
And he wants you to
Show them the covers and
place them in the middle of the table.
[rustling paper]
[rustling paper]
Anything else?
No.
Then let's get out of here.
[ripping tape]
[bass boom]
[intense music rises]
Don't.
Calm down, Trev.
No need to get excited.
Do I look excited?
Put the hammer down.
Now
You put the envelope down.
Sure.
No!
f*ck you!
[Trevor grunts]
Ooh!
[Athena gasps]
[shuffling]
[Trevor grunts]
[g*n rattle]
Ah
[heavy breathing]
[footsteps]
You k*lled him.
Drop it.
No.
[g*n falls to the floor]
[body thud]
You two timing b*tch.
[head smash] [Vic grunts]
[shuffling]
[
[Vic grunts]
[intense music rises]
[Athena grunts]
[splashing]
[electrical zapping and popping]
[stuttering yell]
[body thud]
[Vic grunts]
[g*n rattle]
[footsteps]
[Athena breathes heavily]
[Trevor coughs]
[footsteps] Oh my god!
Oh my God,
we've got to get you to a hospital.
Forget it.
I'm torn to sh*t.
Bullshit!
Listen to me, the first aid kit
You're going to need
a little more than a first aid kit.
No, no, no, listen, they're
They're in the first aid kit.
What's in the first aid kit?
The Sieger covers.
What?
No, no, no.
I just saw you burn them.
No, those were fakes.
I had them made in case
anyone ever tried to rip me off.
The real ones
are in the first aid kit.
Take them to this man.
Andre Duval.
He's not thrilled about it,
but he's going to give you
$500,000 for them.
No.
Listen, I have rubber gloves
in my trunk.
You need to wear them because
he's either weird about germs
or he's got some kind
of bizarre disease.
I don't care about
the money, okay?
We've just got to get you help.
Forget it. I'm done.
Sell the covers.
Go to art school.
You gotta stop talking about
art school.
I don't know if that's what
I want to do anymore.
All right then, use the
money for something fun.
Throw a
giant rave or something.
A rave?
Yeah.
Well, I'm not 20
and it's not in 1998 anymore,
so I don't think
that's going to be happening.
Raves aren't still a thing?
No, Carson Daly, they're not.
[Trevor and Athena laugh]
Oh!
It's still better than being
called a boomer.
[Trevor laughs]
[Trevor coughs]
I forgive you.
[soft music plays]
No.
Yeah.
I do.
I forgive you.
No
Please
Get out of here.
Please get the f*ck out of here.
Now.
[Trevor breathes heavily]
[footsteps walking away]
[door slam]
[car door opening]
[soft music continues]
[opening first aid kit]
[rooting around sounds]
[cigarette package rustling]
[ticking electronic music]
[brakes squeak]
[soft wind whooshing]
[muffled car engine accelerating]
[rustling clothing]
[inserting CD into player]
[CD spins in player]
["Fire In The Sky" by
Unearth the Kings plays]
[heavy guitar]
[music stops]
[song kicks back in]
[singer screams]
Dead hands.
Dead feeling.
I taste the blood on my tongue
when I'm kneeling.
Your eyes
Teething grinning
Your bleeding smile
as you swim in the k*lling
I can't crawl through the bodies
in my head anymore
I gotta pulse
You got a conscience
We'll never win here
ripping apart at the seams
We're reaching into the prison
I gotta way with the metaphors
I gotta thing for turning
words into bullshit
Play on the power of the innocent
Like a fire in the sky,
I will ignite you
on the bones of you and I
With a diamond in your eye
And even as I am through
I can see you in the dead of the night
Like a fire in the sky,
I will ignite you
on the bones of you and I
Could you keep me if I die
["Fire In The Sky" fades out]
[intense electronic music]
[sound of wind blowing]
[wind fades]