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(wind whistling)

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(phone line ringing)

(Sidney breathing heavily)

- Joseph: (over phone) Yeah? - Sidney: Hey.

Joseph: Oh, fuck, man. Are you okay?

Sidney: Yeah. Are you?

Joseph: Yeah. Found a room for the night.

- You good? - Sidney: Yeah, but...

I don't have any of the money.

Joseph: No, no, no. It's okay. I grabbed both bags.

Sidney: Oh, fuck. Sorry.

The cops were coming around the corner, and I just...

- I couldn't find an exit. - Joseph: Hey, it's okay.

It's okay, all right?

(breathing deeply) I'm just glad you're safe.

- (Sidney breathing heavily) - (Joseph sighing)

Sidney: Okay. Okay. So, what now?

Do we lay low at this place?

Joseph: Yeah.

I'll meet you at the diner at the edge of town,

and then... away we go.

Sidney: It's just two weeks, yeah?

'Cause I can't leave my kid any longer.

Joseph: It'll be two weeks, tops. Okay?

You'll be back with her before you know it.

- (Sidney exhaling heavily) - Joseph: It'll be good, okay?

We can catch up on some,

you know, brother-sister rekindling time.

I owe you that much at least, right?

- I'll see you in the morning. - (phone clatters)

(wind whistling)

("Too Late to Turn Back Now" by Cornelius Brothers and Sister Rose's plays)

♪ My mama told me ♪

♪ She said, "Son please beware ♪

♪ There's this thing Called love ♪

♪ And it's everywhere... ♪

Sidney: Hey.

(sighs)

- What? - Enjoying the music?

- It's fine. Sit down. - Hey, clean yourself up.

You look like you slept in a ditch.

Look, we may not eat like this again, all right?

So, please sit.

(cash machine thuds, beeps)

♪ It's too late To turn back now... ♪

- Ordered it special for you. - Mm.

Thought you'd find it comforting.

Just like Cynthia used to make.

For me or for you?

Learn to like fucking onions.

♪ I found myself phoning her ♪

Get the count?

♪ At least Ten times a day ♪

And?

♪ It's so unusual for me... ♪

I thought it was five.

I need your help carrying a bag, though.

It's still a couple miles away.

♪ I can't sleep at night... ♪

What?

Well, five covered the expenses a little bit,

but seven... Seven lets me dream.

You dreaming big now?

Yeah, bigger shop, bigger house.

Maybe a dog for Steph. I don't know.

She's got to be, what, ten by now?

Close. She's six.

But with craftsman skills like this,

she may as well be ten.

- Ten-year-old didn't make that. - She's six.

Okay. A six-year-old didn't make that.

She did.

Her 30-year-old teacher probably made that.

She did. She made it with her own hands.

- Uh, no. - Yeah.

I couldn't color inside the lines when I was six,

much less make a bracelet.

Teacher totally fucking made that.

You couldn't do anything when you were six.

You can't even chew with your mouth closed now.

- Exactly. Shut it. - You know what?

I'm gonna fashion you a bracelet right now.

- (police siren wailing) - Fuck.

(police sirens become louder)

(birds chirping)

- Sidney: What's the backup? - Joseph: There is no backup.

Sidney: What about Detroit?

Joseph: I'm not walking a hundred miles.

Sidney: Harder to track in the city.

Joseph: Harder to run if we're caught.

Okay, so, what? It's just this house or bust?

(grunts) The house is there. I checked.

What about the part we need?

Trust me. She's good for it.

(thunder rumbling)

Sidney: She rack up a tab or something?

Joseph: She was just being nice.

I said it was a donation to my cause.

If she said that we were going to Mars,

would you believe her then?

If it happened to her, then yeah.

It's nice to have hope.

Gotta love hope.

- (insects chirping) - (birds squawking)

Hey.

You said that this was all abandoned.

What the hell is this?

- People like to camp. - People like to camp here?

I don't control where people go.

(gun clanking)

(sighs)

- (gunshot) - (birds squawking)

(indistinct chatter)

Drunkard 1: Where'd you learn to shoot?

Drunkard 2: That was practice. It wasn't loaded.

- Drunkard 1: It's not... - Drunkard 2: Shut up.

Drunkard 1: It's not a muzzle loader, dipshit.

- (indistinct chatter) - (gunshot)

Drunkard 2: You fucking threw it wrong.

Drunkard 3: Aim at your foot. See if you'll hit that better.

Drunkard 1: Your mom did a fucking awful job

teaching you how to shoot.

Drunkard 3: We ain't drinking fast enough

for you to miss like this.

(softly) One Alabama, two Alabama,

three Alabama, four Alabama.

Five.

I just don't think you're gonna fucking throw...

- Sidney: Hey! - (gunshot)

You've got five seconds to get off my land.

- Who the fuck are you? - One! Two!

- Five! - (gunshot)

You heard her. Five more until I stop missing.

- Go, go, go, go, go. - What about my stuff?

Leave it in the woods, man.

- One... - Drunkard 1: Go! Go!

Five!

Fucking idiots.

(sighs)

But they'll be back with people who know how to shoot.

Is this it?

Okay. Grab your shell.

(ominous music playing)

(chiming softly)

(door creaking)

(door closing)

(ominous music intensifies)

(flies buzzing)

- (gasps) - (sighs)

- (music concludes) - (sighs) Anything?

(police siren wailing in distance)

Maybe we can double back, find a place by the diner.

(breathes shakily)

Joe?

- (voice distorting) Joe? Joe. - (high-pitched ringing tone)

(in normal voice) Joe! We gotta go.

This is it.

(tense music playing)

(police siren continues wailing)

- What's the other one? - "1-9-3-2.

Spin clockwise,

- set to noon, then run up." - Okay.

(softly) Okay.

(sniffs)

(clock chiming)

(clock chiming)

(doorknob rattling)

(tense music building)

(police siren grows louder)

- (police siren blares) - (whispers) Hey. Come on.

(music concludes)

(indistinct police radio chatter)

(thunder rumbling)

(breathing heavily)

Here. Follow these instructions exactly,

- then hang up. - Okay.

Police officer: (in distance) Dining room good.

(indistinct police radio chatter)

Police officer: Foyer clear.

Hurry up. I hear them.

- They're on their way. - Yeah.

(police officer speaking indistinctly)

(dial pad whirring)

(door banging in distance)

(police officer continues speaking)

Police officer: Bathroom clear.

"Sit peto tutum peregrinatione."

(telephone thuds)

- (blows air) - (thunder rumbling)

(high-pitched ringing tone)

- (Joseph breathing heavily) - (Sidney breathing heavily)

(wind whistling)

(wind howling)

(wind continues roaring outside)

(clock clicking)

(clock hands whirring)

(clicks)

So, is that it?

We just...

We're clear here and there?

Now, we wait for time to pass in our present.

Then we head back, make sure we're clear.

(fridge rattling)

- (Joseph sighs) - (fridge door closing)

So, two weeks then?

Two weeks and counting.

- Ah! - (Joseph laughs)

(whirring, buzzing)

("Time Keeps Dancing" by Jimmy Lavalle plays)

♪ Watching seconds fall Like grains of sand ♪

♪ Clock ticking loudly Echoes in my brain ♪

♪ Chasing dreams On this timeworn slide ♪

♪ Boredom's a memory Excitement's the key ♪

♪ Time keeps dancing In this endless trance ♪

♪ Lost in the rhythm ♪

♪ Of a daydream dance ♪

♪ Clock hands spinning Like a carnival ride ♪

♪ Chasing dreams On this timeworn slide ♪

♪ Boredom's a memory Excitement's the key ♪

♪ In this symphony of time We're wild and free ♪

♪ Time keeps dancing In this endless trance ♪

♪ Lost in the rhythm ♪

♪ Of a daydream dance ♪

♪ Time keeps dancing In this endless trance ♪

♪ Lost in the rhythm ♪

♪ Of a daydream dance ♪

- (gun cocking) - (gunshot)

♪ Time keeps dancing ♪

(retches)

♪ In this endless trance ♪

♪ Lost in the rhythm Of a day ♪

- (song ends abruptly) - (wind whistling)

(both laugh)

(insects chirping)

(wind howling)

Joseph: All right.

And last but not least... this thing.

(smooth jazz song playing over stereo)

Four-fifty.

- Four-fifty for this? - Sidney: Yeah, 450.

It's Indian, so it's exotic.

And that is early 1900s, so it's an antique.

Looks handmade, so it's one of a kind.

And what I'm gonna do from there is haggle

from five, maybe six.

Make them think they're getting a good deal.

Fo' fiddy, bitch.

Fucking weird.

Sidney: Yeah, but that's even if they want it.

'Cause these days not a lot of bull hook enthusiasts

walk into the store, and it's very sad.

(exhales deeply)

You gotta be sick of drinking that well garbage.

I prefer the bite.

Okay. So, you hate my concoctions.

(chuckles)

You don't have to do that, you know?

Do what?

You said on the phone that... (sighs) ...you owe me

this brother-sister rekindling time.

So, why do you feel that?

I feel like I do.

- And I know you feel like I do. - Since when?

I know you.

All right, you don't say it, but I can feel it.

Sidney: I was 24. I...

- I needed the tough love. - (police siren blares)

Joseph: You needed a brother.

A brother who didn't leave you behind.

Okay, then where would I be?

Hmm?

Maybe I wouldn't have learned jack.

Maybe I would have fallen even deeper into more shit.

Maybe I'd be dead, and I wouldn't have Steph.

So, all in all, I think I came out ahead.

Is that what you tell yourself?

- That's how I feel, yeah. - And now you're in debt.

- That's not your problem. - No, it is.

(breathes deeply)

I know you think that you...

that you needed this thing more than me.

I think it's the other way around.

I fucked up, Sid.

And I'm gonna do anything I can to make that better.

There's so much closure in the air tonight.

Yet you won't tell me a thing about this regular of yours,

or why she has a magical safe house.

Yeah. I mean, that's the trust

that keeps my customers coming back.

Mm.

Which is something you know very little about

- in your line of work. - Right, yeah.

No, she trusts you enough to loan you her house,

but not enough to tell you how it works.

- That's... that's trust. - (chuckles)

Do you ask how the plumbing works when you stay at a B&B?

- Yeah, I do. - (laughs)

There's navy shit around,

so I think the family must have served.

Maybe they studied quantum mechanics.

She didn't serve, I don't think.

Do you have any stories for me inside that big, fat head?

(both chuckle)

She mostly lets me do the talking.

- Sidney: Mm. - She knows a lot about you.

- And how fucking lame you are. - Oh, yeah?

- Yeah. (chuckles) - Cool.

I actually think she gave me the notebook just out of pity.

Yeah, I hate her.

- (laughs) - (chuckles)

She sounds pretty lame.

Yeah, well, Dad was always,

"Mind your business unless it becomes your business,"

which I think has served me pretty well so far.

Oh, is that right?

I don't know. I think Dad said it.

Come on. You know the deal.

You remember Dad, I remember Mom,

and between us we've got... a normal family.

(chuckles) Yeah.

(music stops playing)

(ice clinking)

(gulps)

You remember her playing?

(inaudible)

No, not really.

I just remember disco... on the stereo.

I don't remember what the song names were,

but I just remember how they go.

And there was this one that had this, like,

rolling electronic-violin thing and...

(sighs) It went like...

(hums melody)

It's just always in my head.

Sounds catchy.

Get me back to her, Joe.

(wind whistling)

(wood creaking)

(intense ringing tone)

(sighs)

(ominous music playing)

(breathes deeply)

(door closing)

(breathes heavily)

Sid!

- (door opens, shuts) - Joseph: Sid!

Sid!

- We have to go now. (pants) - (breathes heavily)

(ominous music intensifies)

Sidney: Shit! Where's the key?

There's got to be a key somewhere, right?

There never was a key.

- No. No! - (loud thud)

- No! Sid, stop! - No!

- Wait! - Get off of me!

Sid! I was just there! Wait!

Sid!

Sid!

- (Sidney pants) - (door closing)

Joseph: Here.

Just stay calm and follow me, okay?

(Sidney breathing heavily)

(ominous music continues)

(Sidney breathing heavily)

(metal creaking)

- Joseph: Hey. - Sidney: Huh?

(tense music playing)

(gasps, sighs)

(ominous music playing)

Joseph: "You are in the grip of the vise.

I'm the left side, another is the right.

Give in or join them.

Carve here to comply."

(Sidney breathing heavily)

No. No, no, no, no, no. I'm not doing this.

- Sid! - Sidney: No!

- Joseph: Sid! - Sidney: (yelling) No!

- (footsteps receding) - (ominous music swells)

(tense music playing)

Sid!

- Sid! - (pants)

(high-pitch ringing tone)

(wind whistling)

(retches)

(panting shakily)

(ominous music playing)

(groans)

(sighs)

- (gasps) - (breathes heavily)

(breathes heavily)

(ominous music swells)

(Sidney sobbing)

(yelling)

(somber music playing)

(slurps)

They got her.

The watch was an heirloom.

It was the only thing on her worth anything of value.

This isn't her place.

Are we safe?

Bar's clean.

Everybody thinks I'm in Gulf Shores.

Sid...

I'm in Nevada as far as they're concerned.

- Are we sure? - Are you sure?

Look, whoever it is, we have to assume

they know what we have.

And we're in no position to negotiate.

At this point, Joe, I don't care.

(hammer banging)

(music fades)

(safe thuds loudly)

(safe thuds softly)

(grunts)

(whirs)

(whirring continues)

- (safe lock clicking) - (book thuds)

(chain clinking)

(clicks, whirs)

Hello?

(tape recorder clattering)

- (tree thudding) - (bird squawking)

(safe dial whirring)

- (safe lock clicking) - (safe door opens)

(chain rattling)

Man: (in distorted voice) You shouldn't be here.

Who are you?

Man: Who have you told?

- We haven't told anyone. - (tape recorder clicks)

Man: Who is "we"?

Me and my sister.

Just us two.

Man: Why are you here?

We're just laying low, that's all.

Man: Are you hiding with money?

You want a cut? Is that it?

(tape recorder clicks)

I think you broke it.

(tape recorder clicks)

- Joseph: You broke it. - What did I do?

I think you had to put it back in the thing...

so that the future can hear us.

The fuck are you talking about?

You have to put it back so that the future

on the right can hear us.

And then they somehow send it back to the past

so that they on the left can respond

and then leave it for us in the middle.

I think that's the vise grip. That's the cycle.

Okay, but why did it work for you automatically?

You didn't have to put it back in.

Yeah, I don't know what that is.

(tape recorder clicks)

Man: Be careful.

The cycle is delicate.

Then be direct. Do you want a cut or not?

Man: No. We want to wipe you.

You want to what?

Man: Time isn't kind to the displaced.

It's more humane being wiped

than vomiting blood along our border.

(tape recorder clicks)

Man: We have our ways that can make it

painless and instantaneous.

(tape recorder clicks)

- (chain clinking) - (tape recorder clicks)

So, then why haven't you wiped us yet?

If it's that easy, why aren't we dead?

You need us.

Right? For this... this vise grip to work.

You have to be two steps removed, right?

So, let's get really specific here.

What do you need from us that you can't do yourselves?

- (tape recorder whirring) - (Man breathes deeply)

Someone is coming. An unwelcome visitor.

We cannot track them. We cannot stop them.

And because we do not know them,

we cannot wipe them.

All we know is they are using our doors

and leaving destruction in their wake.

Eliminate them before they reach the door

and dispose of their remains where you stand.

We can then safely release you and your earnings

at a time that is safe from harm and law.

How do we know you'll do that?

Man: You have our word.

And you don't know when they'll come?

- Man: No. - (tape recorder clicks)

Okay.

What else can we do, Sid?

There are no people, no planes, no cars.

There might as well be no roads.

And even if we wanted to dig, we can't,

because the ground is hard as a fucking rock.

Fuck!

(bottles rattling)

This is the only option we got, Sid.

(bottle lid clinks)

- (liquor pouring) - (bottle thuds)

Talk to me, man.

What's going on? What are you thinking?

Sid.

You're gonna see her.

If you post off the porch facing northwest,

you should get pretty good 180 of this side of the land.

I can take northeast,

scout the other clearing over there.

Barricade the south side,

and between us we can clock any dot on the horizon.

What do you think?

- Yeah. That works. - (liquor pouring)

(bottle thuds)

Joe...

I really don't care about what you did back then 'cause...

it was just me.

But I am not allowing my daughter

to grow up without me.

I'm not fucking doing that.

So, if you and I are here, if we're stuck here...

we are way past being done.

Do you get me?

- (Joseph gulps) - (glass thuds)

We'll divide shifts when I get back.

(door opening, closing)

(tense music playing)

That's all we get?

(grunts)

(tense music swells)

(somber music playing)

(wind whistling)

(somber music intensifies)

(door closing)

(music fades)

(wind whistling)

(wind howling)

("Time Keeps Dancing" by Jimmy Lavalle plays)

(Sidney exhaling sharply)

♪ Watching seconds fall Like grains of sand ♪

♪ Clock ticking loudly ♪

♪ Echoes in my brain ♪

♪ Chasing dreams On this timeworn slide ♪

♪ Boredom's a memory ♪

♪ Excitement's the key ♪

♪ Time keeps dancing In this endless trance ♪

♪ Lost in the rhythm ♪

♪ Of a daydream dance ♪

♪ Clock hands spinning Like a carnival ride ♪

♪ Chasing dreams On this timeworn slide ♪

Video instructor: Two fingers.

- ♪ Boredom's a memory ♪ - (speaks indistinctly)

♪ Excitement's the key ♪

♪ In this symphony of time We're wild and free ♪

♪ Time keeps dancing In this endless trance ♪

♪ Lost in the rhythm ♪

♪ Of a daydream dance ♪

(Joseph talking indistinctly over tape recorder)

♪ Time keeps dancing In this endless trance ♪

♪ Lost in the rhythm ♪

♪ Of a daydream dance ♪

(song concludes abruptly)

(wind whistling)

- (footsteps approaching) - (log thuds)

Sidney: That's fine as is.

Drink it.

You know, this used to have a lot more

pomp and circumstance.

(groans softly) Are you sure it's not Oswald?

'Cause I still think it's Oswald.

Sidney: Okay, so this is taking into consideration

the box of photos that I found in the mill's crawl space,

and it's helped me fill in a ton of gaps that I had before.

- And? - Sidney: And what I found

is that it's not the original owners.

Oh.

Okay, great, so it's not somebody this time.

- Mm-mm. - Mm.

No, so the history of this land,

whether it be the crops,

- or the art, or the buildings... - (eerie music playing)

...that they physically moved here or what have you,

all of those things reflect very specific moments in time

up until the Korean War. And then there's nothing.

There's no new photos,

no paperwork showing anybody that lived here past 1955.

None. And the naval officer on the walls...

Well, he died here around that time from a supposed

fall down the stairs, so that leads me to think

that the vise grip came here around that time,

and they took the place over with their tech, I guess,

and they made the place habitable by updating the wiring

and the heating and throwing a fucking TV downstairs

for pizzazz, or whatever.

And then they used that dead time

and beyond to relocate people for whatever reason,

and then clean up after them

as if no one was ever here at all.

(music fades)

So when we snuck in, we tipped them off with the trace

that they didn't recognize, and that's how we got stuck.

Okay.

Doesn't really answer

the big looming question, though, does it?

No, but at this point, dude, I'm taking any wins I can get.

Of course, of course.

'Cause this is just another one of your outlandish

yet possible theories that you've come up with

over the... I don't know how long we've been here.

Okay. Can you fucking humor me for once, Joe?

I mean, it could've been any of the dozens of people

that you screwed over at your pawn shop.

Or it could have been any number of the assholes

that I threw out of the bar that I used to own.

I think you're still drunk, so you can just go back to bed

- if you're not gonna listen. - What about the theory

that it was us from another timeline?

Now, that one... (chuckles) That one I really liked

because it only makes sense to punish the stupidest

version of myself for getting stuck in a place like this.

Can you get the fuck out, please?

- If you're not gonna help. - Joseph: My favorite theory, though. My favorite one

was that it was our parents from a different timeline.

Now, that one, that one I really,

really wanted to come true.

So, why couldn't it be?

Because it's impossible. It's fucking impossible, Sid.

It's impossibly impossible, and it's crazy

to even consider this possibly possible.

Okay, then. What's your big fucking guess, Joe?

Coincidental torture porn.

A power play by a couple of assholes

who don't give a fuck about what we did.

Just want to burn us with their magnifying glass

because they can.

There's no unwelcome visitor.

There's no going home.

There's just the tap, tap on the glass until we die

a slow and lonely death.

Is that what you really think?

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

You know what it means.

- Fuck you. - Yeah. Fuck me, Joe!

Joseph: You see this?

This is your real theory.

You're trying to get a rise out of me,

so I spill whatever information I'm supposedly hiding from you.

Yeah? Why not? I've seen your fucking shrine.

You talk to that thing more than you talk to me.

You won't even let me see the goddamn tape.

You are fucking working with them.

You brought me here to fuck me over for my share. I...

- (Sidney shouting) - Why would I do any of that, huh?

Why?

Why would I try and screw you and Steph in the stupidest

fucking long con while I stare at the wall

and wait for some magical fucking visitor

to come shoot us both in the back of the fucking head?

No, you know what? Fuck my original plan.

My plan is to stay at this boring ass farm

and fuck over the only family I've got all over again!

Fuck!

(sobs)

I'm sorry.

(sobs, sniffles)

(melancholic music playing)

(Joseph sobbing)

Video instructor: (over TV) One of the things that we've been teaching

our people here is meditative breathing.

So first off, whenever we realize

that we are in an excited state, we straighten up.

Very good. And then, we close our eyes,

and we breathe in on the count of five.

One, two, three...

Hey, do you think we would ever have kept in touch

if we hadn't gotten these?

(inaudible)

Sidney: Hmm?

Video Instructor: All right. Take in our surroundings.

Never mind.

Video instructor: Breathe out in only five, four,

three, two, one.

Operator, how do you feel?

Operator: I feel calm, collected,

ready to make good decisions.

(melancholic music continues)

Joseph: Is anyone listening?

I know you have to protect yourself.

I get it.

You don't want anybody finding you.

I just can't take it anymore.

This never-ending fucking bullshit.

Just give me something.

Some guidance. Some comfort.

Anything.

Please.

We just want to go home.

(music concludes)

(tape recorder whirring)

(wind whistling)

(wind intensifies)

Joseph: (yelling) Sid!

- (gun cocks) - (gasps)

(gunshot)

(screams, panting)

(gun cocks)

(gunshot)

(panting)

- (gunshot) - (grunts)

Joseph: Sid!

(tense music playing)

- Did you get him? - No. Where's your rifle?

- At my post. - Okay, lock the doors.

Draw them out. I'll hold here

just in case they get up into the door.

Joseph: Hey.

We're getting you home.

(thunder rumbling)

(rain pouring)

(suspenseful music playing)

(suspenseful music intensifying)

(music concludes)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

- (gunshot) - (Joseph grunts)

- (breathes heavily) - (gun clicks)

(wind whistling)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

- (gun cylinder clicks) - (shells clatter)

(gun cocks)

(floorboard creaks)

(gunshot echoes)

Sidney: (softly) Come on. Where are you?

(pants)

- (speaker turns on) - (gasps)

(static screeching)

(wind whistling)

(wind howling)

Joseph!

(static screeching)

(eerie music playing)

("Shadow Dance" by Lorna Dune plays)

(song continues playing)

(volume increases)

(gun cocks)

- (gunshot) - (song cuts off)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(yelps, groans)

(song resumes playing)

(pants)

♪ I am going out of my mind ♪

♪ Looking for a man To hold my body ♪

♪ I got you In my crosshairs... ♪

(shouts, screams)

(groaning)

(panting)

♪ Don't you cry, darling Looking back in time ♪

♪ From dark to the sunshine ♪

- (Sidney groans) - ♪ Let the shadow dance play ♪

♪ Come on now, baby You know ♪

(song ends abruptly)

(Sidney groans)

(whimpers)

(water continues running)

(gasps)

(hisses)

- Fuck! (breathes deeply) - (object clatters in sink)

(water stops)

(exhales heavily)

(grunts)

- (groans) - (wooden plank thuds)

(laughs)

(grunts)

(groans)

(wooden plank thuds)

Oh, fucking move!

- (grunts) - (safe thuds)

(Joseph gasps)

(safe dial whirring)

- (safe lock clicks) - (Sidney groans)

Man: Why are you breaking the door?

They have my brother,

and I'm fucking done. We're fucking out of here.

So, I'm breaking down that door

and I'm getting him, whether you fucks like it or not.

(tape recorder clatters)

(safe door closes)

(safe thuds)

(safe dial clinking)

(safe door opens)

Man: If you break the door,

you and your brother will die here.

(safe lock clicking)

(inhales sharply)

(pants)

(groans)

- (bones cracking) - (shouts, groans)

Let us the fuck out of here!

Man: We can't risk the visitor's escape.

Why? What are they going to do?

Man: We cannot say.

I think that's bullshit, and you know it.

Man: Why would you think that?

Because I heard them playing that music.

I heard them playing that song, and...

My... my mom was playing that song.

Man: (in normal voice) That's not your mother, Sidney.

What?

Man: The visitor, Sidney, it's not your mother.

(grunts, panting)

Sidney: How do you know that?

Man: I told you, we can't say.

I know this isn't what you want to hear,

but revealing any more information

could be detrimental to not just us,

but to you and your brother's life as well.

(inhales deeply)

(panting, grunts)

(groans)

Hello?

(groans)

(safe dial whirring)

- Man: Sidney. - (groans)

Man: I know you're angry, and I know this hasn't

been easy, but maybe we can...

Maybe we can meet you in the middle.

Tell us everything you know about the visitor so far,

and in return we can tell you why

we know it's not your mother.

How does that sound?

You first.

Man: All right, Sid.

- We know that... - (object clatters over tape)

Hello?

Hello?

What do you know?

Tell me what you...

(pants)

Man: (in distorted voice) Are they with you?

"No."

(tape recorder clicks)

Man: Are they dead?

(tape recorder clicks)

"Yes."

(tape recorder clicks)

Man: Why are they not here?

(tape recorder clicks)

"The weather is bad.

I'll have to trace back for the body

once the wind dies down."

(tape recorder clicks)

Man: We can't let you through

until we have confirmation of their remains.

(tape recorder clicks)

"I'm hurt in the church.

I can't reach my si..."

(groans)

"I can't reach my sister.

If you can reach her to help me... (groans)

...then we'll get you the body."

(tape recorder clicks)

Man: Copy. Stand by.

Man: (in normal voice) Your brother's alive in the church.

- (sighs) - (tape recorder clicks)

(sniffles)

(tape recorder clicks)

Did he reach out to you?

- (tape recorder clicks) - Man: Yes.

(tape recorder clicks)

Is it with him?

(tape recorder clicks)

Man: Yes.

(tape recorder clicks)

Stay close.

Man: (in distorted voice) We have left word.

Hold position until directed.

(tape recorder clicks)

(wind whistling)

(rifle clicking)

You use that thing to talk, right?

You got any tapes for small talk,

or is it all for just shit like this?

Seriously, why can't you talk?

(rifle clicks)

(grunts, pants)

Why are you here?

What do you want?

(pen scratching paper)

(thunder rumbling in distance)

- (paper rustling) - (pen scratching paper)

Joseph: Who?

(Joseph speaking indistinctly)

(birds screeching)

(breathes heavily)

- (thunder rumbles) - One Alabama.

Two Alabama.

Three Alabama.

Four Alabama.

Five.

(high-pitching ringing tone)

(rifle thuds)

(door slams)

(grunting)

(panting)

(grunting)

(sighs)

(grunts)

(yelps, groans)

(whimpers, pants)

Sidney: (softly) Ah! Goddamn it!

Fuck!

(Joseph groaning)

- (door bangs open) - (panting)

- (door slams open) - Sidney: Hey!

(grunts)

(dramatic piano music playing over stereo)

(Joseph groaning)

(grunting)

(grunts)

(grunting)

(yells)

(screams, grunts)

(grunts, groans)

- (yells, grunts) - (grunts)

(yells)

(gasps)

Come on!

- (music continues playing) - (pants)

(groans) Fuck! (grunts)

(groans) No!

(The Visitor grunts, yells)

(both grunting)

Show me your face!

(Joseph groaning)

(both grunting)

Show me your face!

(gasps)

- Steph? - (grunts)

(Sidney groans)

(door closing)

(pants)

No, no, no, no, no!

- (gunshot) - (music stops abruptly)

- (music resumes playing) - (pants)

- (breathes shakily) - (thuds)

- (Sidney wheezing) - Sid.

Sid, it's okay. It's okay.

Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me, stay with me.

Look at me. Look at me.

I'm so sorry.

(gasps)

Joseph: Stay with me, all right? Stay with me.

(Sidney wheezes )

Joseph: (softly) It's okay.

- (gasps) - Joseph: Stay with me. Stay with me.

Just stay with me, okay? Stay with me.

(coughs) It's...

- (door opening in distance) - (shushes) Stay with me.

- (Sidney groans) - Just stay with me.

(intense ringing tone)

- (wheezes) - (thunder crashing outside)

You're gonna be okay. Just stay with me, stay with me.

- (music distorting) - (inaudible

(gasps weakly)

(softly) It's okay.

(music continues playing)

(exhales weakly)

(music fades)

(wind whistling)

(wind howling)

- (floorboards creaking) - (footsteps approaching)

Joseph: It's gone.

Man: (in distorted voice) Are you hurt?

Yes.

(tape recorder clicks)

Man: We will send morphine.

Take it and go to the work shed.

Go inside and wait for our instruction.

(tape recorder clicks)

(sobs) What about my sister?

(tape recorder clicks)

(yells) What about my sis...

(insects chirping)

(wind whistling)

(door rumbling)

(door closes)

(high pitched ringing tone)

(lighter clicks)

(lighter clicks)

Vise Grip Right: Turn around.

Vise Grip Left: You can't look at us.

Turn around, please.

Can you hear us?

Vise Grip Right: Verbal confirmation, please.

- Can you hear us? - Yes.

Vise Grip Left: Okay, then.

Do you have any pertinent information about the visitor

that you can relay to us?

Vise Grip Right: Any facial features?

Sex, voice, any details you can remember?

I don't know.

Vise Grip Left: (sighs) All right, uh,

- we are going to wipe you now. - What?

Vise Grip Right: Look away. Please.

Vise Grip Left: Unfortunately, you and your sister

failed to carry out the task as we asked.

And now our unwanted visitor is on the loose.

Vise Grip Right: We're going back to you

and your sister's origin point to pull up the root.

Acting as if you never existed, it is not perfect,

it's not easy, but it is the best we've got.

Why are you doing this?

We did everything we could for you, everything.

And you still...

Why are you doing this?

Vise Grip Left: Look. I get it.

You feel you are the centerpiece

to this whole ordeal.

You feel that you're special and that there's some

poetic reason why everything went the way that it did.

The truth is, is that none of this

has anything to do with you.

It's bigger than you.

You were simply in the wrong place

at the wrong time.

And, uh, I'm sorry we put you in this position.

We thought you'd weed out the problem for us,

but we were mistaken.

Really, we, uh... We failed you.

I wish...

(exhales) ...we had some more answers or closure, but...

We have people we need to answer to.

And they have people they need to answer to,

and so on and so on.

And the only things that matter to them

and to us are results.

And results are answers with consequences...

meaningful, tangible consequences.

That is all that matters.

And your results have left us with some dire consequences.

So we need to provide new results

to the people we answer to.

It's nothing personal.

It just is what it is.

Vise Grip Left: For what it's worth,

we really did appreciate the shrine.

At least what we could see on our end.

Now, if you'll please relax,

this will all be over in a couple of minutes.

Wait.

Just wait.

Look, I can get her back.

I have to get her back.

She can't just die.

Maybe if I could just...

fix a few mistakes.

And then I could get her back.

And I could get you what you want.

I could get you results.

Okay? I could.

Believe me.

Things will be different.

Trust me.

You just have to give me another chance.

Please just give me one more chance.

Vise Grip Left: We're assuming that you remember

the morning of well.

Vise Grip Right: Can you walk?

Vise Grip Left: Leave the bags, remove the redundancy,

slip in when you see your sister as quickly as you can.

Vise Grip Right: Be sure to remove the redundancy,

or you and your sister will be wiped.

Understood?

Verbal confirmation, please.

Yes.

Vise Grip Left: Sit peto tutum peregrinatione.

(door opening)

(intense ringing tone)

(birds chirping)

(airplane flying overhead)

(ominous music playing)

(drunkards speaking indistinctly)

Drunkard: On the count of three.

One, two...

- (gunshot) - (Drunkard speaks indistinctly)

(drunkards laughing)

(ominous music building)

(twig snaps)

- (grunts) - (thuds)

(ominous music quietens)

(water splashing)

(ominous music intensifying)

(music concludes)

("I Want to Go Back to Michigan" by The Andrew Sisters plays)

♪ I was born in Michigan ♪

♪ And I wish and wish again ♪

♪ That I was back in the town Where I was born ♪

(waitress gasps)

♪ There's a farm in Michigan And I'd like to fish again ♪

♪ In the river that flows Beside the fields ♪

♪ Of waving corn ♪

♪ A lonesome soul am I ♪

♪ See there a certain someone Full of charm ♪

♪ That's I wish again That I was in Michigan ♪

♪ Down on the farm ♪

♪ That's why I wish again That I was in Michigan ♪

♪ Down on the farm ♪

(song concludes)

Vise Grip Left: Cycle is set.

Do you feel bad about this one?

Who knows, maybe he'll be the first one

to break it, you know?

It's nice to hope.

Gotta love hope.

("Too Late to Turn Back Now" by Cornelius Brothers and Sister Rose's plays)

♪ My mama told me ♪

♪ She said, "Son please beware ♪

♪ There's this thing Called love ♪

♪ And it's everywhere ♪

♪ She told me She can break your heart... ♪

Who are you?

♪ Since I met This little woman... ♪

Hey. Who are you?

Joseph: I'm no one.

Where'd you get those bags, no one?

Joseph: Stole them.

And the man that had them?

Joseph: Long gone.

♪ At least ten times a day ♪

♪ It's so unusual for me ♪

♪ To carry on this way ♪

♪ I'll tell you I can't sleep at night ♪

♪ For wanting To hold her tight... ♪

Did you kill him?

Joseph: It was to make things right.

(white noise rumbling)

How's that going?

Joseph: Not well.

I tried.

I tried so many times.

But now...

I'm tired.

So, please...

you have to end this.

It's the only way.

(breathes shakily)

Joseph: Leave the money.

And run.

Run to Steph.

Before I kill you again.

And again.

And again.

(sniffles)

- (grunts) - Joseph: (softly) End me.

Please.

(white noise builds, ends abruptly)

- Kill me! - (gunshot)

- (body thuds) - (waitress screams)

♪ It's too late To turn back now ♪

♪ I believe, I believe I believe I'm falling in love ♪

♪ It's too late To turn back now, baby ♪

♪ I believe, I believe I believe I'm falling in love ♪

♪ It's too late To turn back now ♪

(police siren wailing)

♪ I believe, I believe I believe I'm falling in love ♪

♪ It's too late To turn back now ♪

♪ I believe, I believe I believe I'm falling in love ♪

♪ It's too late To turn back now ♪

♪ I believe, I believe I believe I'm falling in love ♪

♪ It's too late To turn back now ♪

♪ I believe, I believe I believe I'm falling in love ♪

♪ It's too late To turn back now ♪

♪ I believe, I believe I believe I'm falling in love ♪

(melancholic music playing)

(music concludes)

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