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His name is David Blume.

His speech starts at 7. The dinner is after that.

He'll leave by 6:30.

That guy's like clockwork.

I already called the office, confirmed all the reservations.

I don't think he'll be home before 10 at the earliest.

Okay, moment of truth. Here it goes.

We're in.

Uh-huh. Okay.

Yeah, there he is.

Bingo.

He's leaving for the event. Get on the alarm system.

I can't see anything. It's too blurry.

Shh, shh, shh.

Easy, tiger. Be patient.

All right. What do you want?

A pat on the back?

I mean...

maybe something else instead?

2-4-7-1.

Mm-hm. Okay.

Got it.

You know, that watch alone costs like 15 grand.

Wait, where is he going?

He didn't go through the door.

Let's see what we're dealing with.

Okay. Multiple cameras inside and out,

walk in the park.

Does he have one in his office?

Let's find out.

Ooh, whoo, whoo!

Something of worth is in there.

-In the safe? Guaranteed. -Yeah.

You know I like safes.

I'm gonna miss being this good at something.

Same here. Remember, we agreed.

It's the last one.

Sure.

And we saved the best for the last.

Holy shit.

That phone is dirty.

So many possibilities.

So how did you find this guy?

You do your job, honey. I'll do mine.

I think it's go time.

You ready?

You know it.

I used to believe that addiction was a choice.

That if someone wanted, they could easily stop.

I was wrong.

I was terribly wrong.

Addiction is a devious and horrific disease

that has the capacity to catastrophically

destroy human lives.

To rip apart families,

jobs,

to hurt our children.

It's a disease that has wreaked havoc in my life,

in my personal life,

amongst my family, my friends,

and amongst my colleagues.

It's the reason why I tirelessly and continuously fight

and support this amazing foundation

and its founder,

my dear friend Meghan Thomas.

It's the reason why tonight I donate an additional $250,000

to this amazing foundation.

Through Meghan's compassion and her perseverance,

she has saved hundreds, if not thousands,

of lives and families.

She has brought people back from the brink.

It is for this reason why I...

am happy to bring to this stage

my friend, and one of my heroes,

Meghan Thomas.

Thank you, David, for this generous donation.

As we all know,

addiction can live inside all of us.

This is yours.

Three hours till our flight to freedom.

More than enough.

Want me to give you guys some time alone?

Shut up. He helps me think.

I'm serious. I mean, if you guys want to chat,

I'll give you alone time and...

You're just jealous.

Of him? He's got nothing on me.

He's not coming with us.

I was kidding. Put him in the bag.

-He means a lot to you. -No.

Time to let go.

You sure?

New beginnings.

Let's do this.

Right. I'll meet you outside.

Time to make this stuff disappear.

Yeah.

Come on, Bob.

Okay.

Home security app is...

deactivated,

and we are into the house.

What would you do without me?

Game time.

-Shall we? -Yup. Let's go.

Come on. We're clear.

Okay.

We're in.

Let's go.

Don't forget the watches.

Okay.

Come on, baby. Here we go.

Hello, gorgeous. Let's have some fun.

You are a world traveler, Mr. Blume.

He's here!

Shit.

No.

Wrong house.

Jason!

-Fuck! -You okay?

-He fucking shot me! -You okay?

-Let me see. -Shh. Fuck. Fuck.

-Fuck! -Fuckin'!

-Let me help you. -Ahh!

Okay. Okay. Let me see the wound.

You brought a gun? What?

Why is he even here? You said you confirmed the schedule.

I did. I don't know why he's here.

No. No. My mask. Put it on the wound.

-Okay. -Go.

-Don't panic. One second. -All right. What the fuck.

We need to get our stuff and get the hell out of here

before, before he wakes up.

-Okay. -I've got it. I've got it.

-Please, let's go. Let's go. -Okay. Okay.

No, wait, wait. We can't.

We need to clean up. Okay?

Let's get him up to his room.

Come on. Okay.

Get me the rope.

Okay, here. Let's tie him.

Okay.

-Okay. -I got it. I got it.

-Let's go. -Yeah.

Hey, Jason.

- Let's move. - He saw your face.

I don't care.

We have two options.

Yeah. Option one,

we get the hell out of here and catch our flight to freedom.

Option two, we stay.

We get caught and go to prison.

Why are we arguing right now?

We can't just leave.

Why not? You're making no sense.

I'm not going anywhere.

You're gonna regret this.

Sara!

First option, we leave. He calls the cops.

He'll be able to identify you, but that won't really matter,

because your blood is everywhere.

They'll collect it, test it.

You're in the system.

We can clean it up. I can use bleach.

No. It's only a matter of time before they track us down.

And when they do, you'll be screwed.

-And if... -If!

If they find us...

Look. We stick to the plan.

We catch that flight to Cancun.

But when we get there, we go south.

We can take the boat the whole way down the coast,

undetectable, and make our way into Belize.

And when we're there, I'll book a reservation somewhere else,

like Mexico City.

If they're following us,

it will throw them off enough for us to buy some time.

Start a new life.

Second option.

We cover up our tracks,

and we leave him without a voice.

Hey, no one needs to know what happened here but us.

I'm done with this conversation.

I'm not gonna lose you!

-You won't. -Bullshit!

With your records, you'll be in for 20 plus.

We are not gonna kill that man.

I've spent my entire life alone.

I can't do it again. I won't.

I'd rather die.

I will never let you go.

Fuck.

You fucking!

Mother...

You have two minutes, cowboy.

Shut up.

They're coming for you.

I don't know what you're looking for.

Idiot.

What happened?

Panic button.

I need to figure this out.

Yeah.

You're a pretty one.

-I am? -Yeah.

You don't have much time.

I can get you a lot more money...

Don't talk. Don't move.

Or I'll pull the trigger.

Will you?

You had to fucking fail on me now.

Shit.

Hey.

Hello, Mr. Blume. Your alarm has been activated.

Is there any concern...

I know, I know. I'm sorry. It was an accident.

My nephew got ahold of the remote.

You know kids.

Is there any concern about the security

of your health or your safety?

No, but I appreciate you checking in.

Thank you for your timely response.

Of course, sir. I'm glad to hear nothing is wrong.

Can you please confirm your password?

Sir, are you still there?

Yes, I'm still here.

You didn't hear me?

I did not.

My reception here is so bad.

It's Blume 26569.

That's incorrect.

You changed it last month online.

Do you remember the new password?

Uh, yes, I remember. It's, uh...

Yeah, I-I'd appreciate it if you would just trust me

when I say that everything is just fine.

I can't do that, sir.

You agreed to the terms I'm implementing.

Look, it's common to forget passwords.

I could send someone out and they can...

No, no, no, no. That won't be necessary.

I'm getting into my files right now.

I'm gonna go ahead and dispatch a unit

and send them your way.

It's Madagascar 2669.

That's correct. Thank you, Mr. Blume.

Perhaps it's best to put your remote somewhere

a little less likely to be accidentally activated.

Put your remote in a safer place.

No shit, Sherlock.

-You're not gonna shoot me. -You're so fucking boring.

You don't wanna be a murderer.

-Are we good? -Put it away.

Jason, are we good?

Gun down. I handled it.

Jesus.

Okay, let's tie his feet up so he can't move.

-You don't need to tie... -Do we have more rope?

-I'm not gonna... -No, that's all I brought.

There's gotta be something in this room.

Why don't you check out that drawer?

Nothing in my room.

There's no rope in here. Go in the garage.

Why don't you just get out of my house?

Nothing here.

Found anything?

What is it?

Oh, shit.

Fuck.

Shit.

- What's that? - You fucking pig.

-Those aren't mine. -The fuck is this?!

I don't know what those are. I've never seen those.

-They're fucking kids. -Those aren't my pictures.

That's how you get your money?

That's how you get your fucking money?

You rich fucking people taking children, huh?

-Those aren't my... -Look at me!

-Fuck you! -Jason! Relax.

It's okay. It's okay. Calm down.

Don't give me some fucking shit.

I don't know what you're doing, but you're gonna get fucking...

-I'm fucking coming back. -Okay.

Jesus. Fucking kids.

He's gonna get you all jammed up.

Do you want me to tell you what they do

to women like you in jail?

Shut the fuck up!

I'm done with you talking!

Fuck. Fuck.

They're gonna fuck you up!

You saw that.

You think he took them?

He's part of whatever the fuck that is?

Probably.

He's a fucking monster.

Okay.

How do we do it?

We should take him somewhere else.

That leads to the possibility of witnesses.

A dead body leads to a crime scene. Ah!

It's already a crime scene.

One we can clean up.

There's no cleaning up a corpse.

So we don't.

Suicide.

If it looks suicidal,

there won't be any suspicion of foul play, so...

no investigation.

He'll have ligature marks.

That's suspicious.

Considering the toys we found in his nightstand,

marks can be explained.

He's bruised up pretty bad.

So maybe he has a nasty fall.

Let him choke.

That's not really suicidal, is it?

Look. Okay, okay, okay.

Let's-let's just make a deal. We'll make a deal.

We have your money, asshole.

All right, then just take the money and go.

I'm not gonna say anything. Just take it.

You're not murderers. You're thieves.

You don't wanna get caught up in this.

Enough!

I will fucking put you in the ground

and bury you with those photos.

-They're not my photos. -Hey, hey, Jason.

Fucking.

You know they're not my photos cause you put them there.

Listen, hey, hey, hey.

You need to pull it together, okay?

Give me his gun.

No, that's too obvious.

Closed garage. Running car.

Then we have to deal with moving him down there.

Yeah, you're right. And it's too painless.

He doesn't need more bruises. Got it?

Right now, let's focus on one thing at a time.

We need to clean up.

Mm.

Go get the bleach. I'll stay with him.

What? It's your blood.

You go get the bleach.

You're gonna fry.

You're not getting out of this night alive.

Who are you?

You'll find out.

All right.

Time to find some more of your dirty little secrets.

I know what you're doing.

You don't. You have no idea.

It's as clean as it's gonna get.

Great. I'll keep searching the closet.

What are you looking for?

Not sure, but there must be something

we can use to our benefit.

You should watch her.

Shut up.

-She's playing you. -Okay.

You'll see. She's playing you.

-She's playing me? -You're gonna go down with her.

Settle down, old man.

Jason.

Wow. More secrets.

He doesn't mess around. This shit is medical grade.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Not so much as suicide, but...

Accidental overdose.

Lawyer. Trafficker. Addict.

Who the fuck is this guy?

He's a dead man.

I think you should go clean up,

and I can handle this. Okay?

All right.

Your boyfriend doesn't know what you're doing, does he?

You're good.

You're a regular black widow.

You gonna kill him too?

Don't go anywhere.

I'll be right here.

What's going on? Oh, shit.

I can't get the bullet out.

Okay, okay.

Did you check the drawers?

Uh-huh. Look at that.

Convenient.

Take this. Okay.

Whoa. Got that. Okay.

Okay. Okay.

You ready?

It's coming out.

That's it. There's the fucker.

You're doing great.

Hold it. Okay.

Good. Arm. Come on.

Do you remember where you left your backpack?

On the balcony downstairs.

Fuck.

He could have his nasty fall right here, you know?

That wound on his head could be from...

Smashing it on the sink, as he overdoses.

-Exactly. -Mm-hmm.

-Yeah? -Mm-hmm.

You're doing great.

Ah, fuck.

Here we go.

Good boy.

Proud of you.

Now shit. Here we go.

Give me this.

You're gonna have to clean up everything, okay?

No tracks. You hear me?

I'll take the bin out.

Make it squeaky clean.

That's not my gun that she has, man.

And those ain't my drugs.

And they're definitely not my pictures.

You were downstairs grabbing my money.

What was she doing up here?

She put them there.

She knew I was coming home. She knew I'd be here.

She didn't come for the money. She wants something else.

She's in no hurry to get out of here.

Does it make any fucking sense?

Think about it before you fucking go down with this.

I'm telling you the truth.

It's all about timing, isn't it?

If we were out of here 10 minutes earlier,

we'd be celebrating.

Not killing a man.

Had I not been five minutes late,

Amy wouldn't have been taken.

She'd still be here.

I should have protected her.

My little girl...

It was my job to look after her.

I should have known.

This bullshit has been all around me my entire life.

It's like a fucking curse that follows me.

It wasn't your fault, Jason.

I could have stopped it, but I didn't.

You don't know that.

Yes, I do.

And I said never again.

Once I did my time, that was it, clean slate.

You knew that.

And now here I fucking am.

You should go.

-Maybe we should. -No, just you.

I can stay and handle him. I'm fine.

Don't be ridiculous.

I can do this, walk away,

leave it behind me.

But I don't think you can.

I know I shouldn't feel this way, but...

I want him to die.

He will... Just not by you.

I'm not leaving you.

But I really want you to.

-Look, I'll be fine. -Sara.

You're stubborn.

I love you, too.

Julie!

Julie!

Julie, run!

David?

David?

David?

Oh, fuck.

Oh, hi.

Excuse me.

I didn't realize David had company.

Who are you?

Okay. David!

Shit.

He's busy.

With what? Just tell him to come down.

David!

He's expecting me.

I don't think he is,

considering we're in the middle of something.

You know what I mean?

I see.

Don't even think about shouting.

Do me a favor.

Tell the prick that I'm done with him.

Will you?

Sure.

Fuck.

Oh, God. Oh, no.

Oh, no, no.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

What the fuck?

I'm sorry.

She targeted me, didn't she?

This was her idea.

Ask yourself what you're doing in my house.

Do you know who I am?

A city filled with rich people.

She targets a high-profile defense attorney,

a very well-known defense attorney?

Does that make sense to you?

Thieves like money, not risk.

You have to stop.

Mm.

I'm good.

Are we good?

Yeah, we're good. She's gone.

She's okay?

She's a non-issue.

What does that mean?

So, a high-profile lawyer like you

can't be caught with track marks.

Am I right?

What is it?

Someone's here.

Fuck. Again?

I'll go figure it out.

Uh-oh.

No, no, no, no, no.

Go on. Drive on.

Yes. Yeah.

It's just somebody turning around.

We're clear.

You never answered me earlier.

- Why'd you bring a gun? - I had my reasons.

Can you help me hold him down so we can get it over with?

We don't bring guns, Sara. You know that.

Jason, I know. I can explain to you later.

Right now, we need to get out of this house, okay?

-Let's just finish this off. -Something feels off.

Jason, we're good. You're overthinking.

You brought a gun to a job. We're not good.

I need to know why.

She's fucking with you, man.

Oh, Jesus.

Can we talk about it later?

Right now, we need to finish the job,

get out of here. Can we do that?

Look at her face.

I'm telling you the truth.

You're fucked.

Where are the watches?

I put them back already.

She's lying.

When?

When you were cleaning up downstairs, okay?

Can we just do this?

She's lying again.

The watches were never in your bag.

What the fuck are you talking about?

You're telling me you put the watches back in.

You never even had them.

I did. I-I put them back.

Why are you questioning this?

Don't trust her.

I'm just trying to figure out what's actually...

No, no. You're trying to get out of doing this.

What are you talking about?

I knew you fucking couldn't handle this!

I even asked you to go.

- You're lying. - I'm not lying.

I'm done. This feels off.

-No, come on. Jason. -You're on your own.

-Come on. -You brought a gun.

You're not going anywhere.

Get the fuck away from me!

What the fuck?

Bob.

Isn't that what you call this thing...

Sara?

You used to call it Bob.

You never let it out of your sight.

You had it with you all the time, Sara.

Fucking Sara. I knew you looked familiar.

She played you.

Don't listen to him. Don't listen to him. He's lying.

How the fuck does he know Bob?

Tell him.

-Tell him how you know me, Sara. -How did he know your name?

He doesn't know Bob. It's just a coincidence.

Tell him about your sister. Do you know about Lucy?

Shut the fuck up!

She had a beautiful sister, much more beautiful than you.

- You have a sister? - I don't have a sister.

Do you know about her fucked up father

who made them crazy? Do you know about her family?

Her sister was a drug addict.

Is that what this is about, Sara?

-I tried to save your sister. -No.

How does he know your name?

What's going on?

What the fuck is he talking about?

She loved to be fucking high more than she loved you.

That's not true.

More than she loved her own life.

The truth is, she killed herself.

You killed her! I saw you kill her!

Ah...

I fucking saw you!

You did this!

You killed her!

There you go.

He's telling the truth.

No, I...

You've played me.

You set this up.

Yes, she did.

-You fucking liar. -It's not like that.

-Who the fuck are you? -Jason, I can explain.

Tell him why you're really here.

Listen to me. I'll explain.

Who the fuck are you?

He killed my fucking sister!

I didn't kill her.

Okay, I'm just fucking gonna do this...

Get the fuck away from them! Fucking kidding me or what?

I'm gonna do this myself! Jason!

No! Get the fuck away!

The game is fucking over.

- No, it's not. - It's done.

It's not done.

I'm gonna finish this.

You knew he'd come home when we were here.

The gun, the drugs, the fucking photographs.

You did it all.

And you knew I'd agree cause I'm in love with you.

And I said I'd do anything for you.

Tell me. Huh? Huh?

Tell me. Look at me.

Look at me.

Tell me why you did this.

Tell me why. Huh?

Tell me the fucking truth! I fucking deserve the truth!

I promise you I didn't mean to hurt you, Jason.

Please. Please believe me.

Wouldn't you do the same thing?

And we can still make it right.

I swear, Jason, just listen to me. Please.

It's time to let him go.

No. No, Jason, stop.

Jason, I said no. No!

Stop.

Get on the ground.

Jason, don't make me ask you again.

Jason, I'm not kidding.

-What are you doing? -You're making me do this.

Get down!

You will not interfere with my plan.

Give me your hands.

Jason, give me your hands.

I'm sorry.

Who are you?

I don't know anymore.

I told you, didn't I?

Sara. Sara, come on, please.

Think about this.

You don't have to do this, Sara.

Sara!

Did you kill her sister?

Of course not.

I loved her.

She's very confused, obviously.

Shit.

We were young, fucking passionate, crazy,

Life was a fucking party,

till the party became life.

And her sister couldn't stop.

It had her.

I was married to the daughter of my boss,

partner of the law firm I was working at.

I was fucking miserable.

And then one night I walk into a party,

and I see Lucy.

And she was fucking stunning,

and fun and filled with life.

And she was a junkie,

and I didn't give a fuck.

What happened?

We had a lot of fun for a couple of months,

and then my wife found out.

And she threatened to ruin me.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I panicked

and I just broke it off immediately,

and she could not deal with it.

Part of me thinks maybe I did kill her.

I had her heart in my hands,

and I squeezed.

I was a coward,

and she coped the only way she knew how...

with a fucking needle.

Only that time, she went too far,

and I was too late.

I knew what she was gonna do.

I loved her.

So fucking much I loved her.

But I did not kill her.

And that is the fucking truth.

Sara is fucked up in the head.

She'll kill us both. I can see it.

-Can you loosen your ties? -No.

-Have you tried? -Of course I fucking tried.

We gotta cut them.

There's a knife in my back pocket,

-I can't. -My back right pocket.

Can you reach it? Shh.

-I got it. I got it. -All right.

Sara, enough of this.

You've got it wrong. He didn't even do it.

He didn't kill Lucy.

Listen to him, Sara.

You're gonna throw your life away.

Sara.

Do not kill him. You can't turn back.

Please, think.

Sara.

Okay, look. Before you do this,

just answer this question. You fucking owe me that.

Was I always part of this plan?

The only thing I didn't plan for

was falling in love with you.

Help me out, mate.

Now we're even.

Sara?

Sara.

Come out, come out.

Sara.

Where you going?

Sara.

Think. Fucking think. Think.

Jack?

David, David, David.

Now's not a good time, Jack.

You're having a party with my wife and I'm not invited.

No, I'm not having any party, Jack.

But I do have some people here, Jack.

- Where's Julie? - She's not here.

Oh? She's not here?

She's not here, Jack.

And you're a little drunk, I can tell.

Julie!

- What the fuck? - Julie!

- Julie! - Sit down.

You have been fucking her, huh?

I'm not fucking your wife, Jack.

-Julie. -She's not here.

Julie!

Jack, you don't want to do this.

It's really a bad time for me right now.

Shut the fuck up.

You two think I'm stupid, huh?

I don't think you're stupid. I think you're drunk.

You want to play games, huh?

Jack, please.

I give you five seconds to get my wife here.

Okay?

-Jack. -One!

Five.

Fuck.

Jack?

Jack!

I told you, Jack!

Fuck!

Sara?

Sara!

Sara.

Unfortunately, officers, I came home to

two drugged-up thieves trying to rob me.

They murdered my friend Jack in cold blood!

Forced to defend myself.

And now look at you.

On your fucking hands and knees.

All doped up like your sister.

You even smell a little bit like her. Huh?

Ah!

Ah, you motherfucker!

Sara!

Where are you running to now, sweetheart?

Now you're in my house.

Nowhere to run.

Oh, I'm gonna do to you what I did to your sister.

Hey, Jack.

Where you going, Sara?

I'm coming for you, baby.

You got me good in the leg, Sara.

Don't run away, Sara.

We're practically family.

I'm gonna bring you upstairs

so you can watch me bash in your boyfriend's skull.

Where you gonna go?

Oops.

Don't do drugs.

Look at me.

I didn't kill your sister.

I just gave her enough drugs so she would kill herself.

And she did.

Just like you're going to, Sara.