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(insects chirring)

(wind blowing) (gentle orchestral music)

(footsteps thudding)

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(hammer tapping)

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- Yeah, no, everything's fine, Alan.

It's just, um, I'm kinda having some issues

with the property.

No, no, no, there's nothing wrong with it,

it's just, It's kind of a tough sell.

It's not a house,

it's a leasing office.

Yeah, no, I tell every single person

that if they want they could tear the whole place down.

I just,

I don't think everyone has the same imagination that you do, Alan. (laughs)

Alan?

Yeah, yeah.

Sorry, no I can, I can hear you,

just, uh, the service out here is really, really shitty.

Bad.

Um, yeah, you know what?

Hold on one second, Alan.

Alan, this is my 11:00 o'clock showing,

so I actually gotta take this really quick, okay?

Yeah, I know.

No, I thought... Yeah, no, I know.

Won't let you down, buddy.

All right.

Suck my dick.

Hey, Cynthia, how are you doing?

You finding the place, okay?

I know we're really deep out here.

No, no, no, no, no, No need to apologize, Cynthia.

You're good, you're good.

When can I expect you?

Three?

Okay.

Yeah, that's no problem at all.

And by the way, Cynthia,

I am looking at one of the most beautiful-

(phone beeps)

Fuck this job.

(insects buzzing)

(distant gun firing)

(Maryaka screams)

- [Maryaka] Help!

(gun clicking)

(distant gun firing)

(Maryaka crying)

- [Man] Stop.

Stop.

Stop it! (Maryaka screams)

Stop it.

I'm not gonna do anything, okay!

It's done.

I said stop struggling.

(Maryaka pleading)

Stop. (Maryaka sobbing)

- Hey!

Drop your gun and step away from her.

I mean it.

I will shoot you, not a second thought.

Do it!

All right, stay right there, I'm calling the police.

Hey!

Hey, don't move!

Hey, are you okay?

Look, I'm gonna call the cops right away.

We're gonna get you an ambulance,

we're gonna get you some help, okay?

- Please don't call the cops.

Please.

(Maryaka sobbing)

Um, I'm an immigrant.

I'm undocumented.

- Okay, um,

hey, please, please don't go to sleep, all right?

My name is Alex.

I'm gonna get you some help, okay?

Just stay right here.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

(footsteps approaching)

Where is all this blood coming from?

I don't see any wounds on you.

Where are you hurt, can you tell me?

Are you, are you damaged internally?

(Maryaka groans)

Look, hey, hey, if you are hurt internally,

then I need to get you an ambulance,

do you understand?

- No, no.

No cops, - [Alex] No what?

- No cops, no cops.

- Look, it does not matter

what you were doing out there, all right?

If you die, then that's it.

And I'm not going to be able

to sell this fucking property, okay?

And I can't, I cannot afford that right now.

Not very good timing, Miss, hey, hey, look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me, stay with me.

I need to get you a doctor.

- [Woman] No.

- Okay, I'm calling you a doctor.

- He drugged me.

- Who? - He drugged me.

- He drugged me.

- Jesus Christ!

Okay, all right.

We're gonna get you some water,

and, um, we're gonna wash you off.

(Maryaka groans)

All right, you're okay.

You're good.

We're good. (doorbell rings)

Fuck, it's Cynthia!

Shit!

Jesus Christ!

Okay.

All right, uh,

you're good, you're good, just get on your back.

There you go.

Of course, this would fucking happen to me.

Oh, why not you just please, please, just shh,

be quiet, please.

Okay, just, please be quiet.

I'm so sorry.

You're gonna be okay. (doorbell rings)

Fuck!

Coming!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

- [Cynthia] Alex!

- Yeah, be right there.

I, um,

This is, (chuckles) cleaning up a little bit.

- [Troy] Yeah, you know.

- [Cynthia] But I think this probably

would be the best deal.

- [Troy] Yeah.

- [Cynthia] Alex!

- [Alex] Yeah.

Hey, guys. - Hey, Alex.

- Hey!

- Sorry about that.

I'm so happy you guys-

- I finally get to meet you, right?

- I know, it's so good to meet you.

How was your drive?

- It was good, it was good. - It was nice.

- This is pretty as the pictures.

This is beautiful, honey.

No, this is, this is beautiful.

This is really beautiful.

Alex, you've outdone yourself.

- I mean, I just, I just sell the property, right?

The rest is, uh, up to God.

- [Cynthia] Yeah.

- Yeah.

This is wonderful, what do you think?

- This is gonna, this is, this is... It's nice.

- It has a lot of potential.

- It has a nice view. - Yeah.

Its, it's very under market value,

so that also creates a lot of flexibility

in terms of, you know,

like, do whatever you want with the property-

- [Cynthia] Okay.

- Yeah, and, uh-

- That might, that might make it work.

- The HOA is very, very flexible around here,

so you can-(Maryaka moaning)

- [Cynthia] What was that?

- Oh, um, you know, we, we, um,

we have critters out here right now.

They're in heat-

- That doesn't sound like a critter.

- They're in heat because it's summertime.

- I got bit by one last night.

- (exclaims) You did?

- I did.

Yeah.

- Jesus, man, where'd you get bit?

- On my ass.

- Troy, that's, that's TMI.

Troy. - I know it's TMI.

- No, it's fine.

It's totally fine.

Me and Troy are buds, right?

Me and Troy are buddies.

- [Cynthia] Let's take a look at the place.

- Yeah, you, you know what?

I actually want to show you guys the view.

- Oh, this is wonderful.

- You haven't seen the scenic, 360 degree view yet.

(Maryaka moans)

Yeah, uh, so let's go to take a look-

- [Cynthia] What is that?

Is that critters?

- No, we have pest control on the way.

- [Troy] This is beautiful.

- [Alex] And they're getting rid of the critters,

- That doesn't sound good.

- Critters will be gone by the end of the night.

- That doesn't sound good, Alex.

- Oh, this is beautiful.

- Look at this pond, guys.

- No, it's gonna be okay.

This is wonderful.

Oh, my God!

Honey.

This is good.

- [Cynthia] All right.

- What'd I tell you?

- [Cynthia] You're right. - Alex, you told us.

- You did tell us.

- I told you this guy was good.

- Yeah, you did.

You did.

- I'm just here to help, guys.

So, yeah, you know the,

the beautiful thing about this property,

in addition to this wonderful view... Hm-mm.

- Is you can do whatever you want with it.

- Yeah. - You can't tear it down.

Rebuild, add on to what's already here.

The land is so under market value, but-

- [Troy] Breathe it in, honey.

Breathe this in.

I'm breathing, I'm breathing.

- Uh, no, you can't beat it.

You can't beat the price.

You really can't beat the price.

But in fact, you know, a fun little piece

of trivia, guys, is,

um, if you look out at the mountain range,

the Native Americans used to say, you could see, um,

a red phoenix crying tears of sand.

- A red phoenix? - Yeah, see if you can see it,

you just have to look really, really hard.

I'm just gonna fire off an email.

I'll be right back, guys.

- Honey, I think I can see it right there.

- Yeah, look real hard.

Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?

- [Maryaka] Where am I?

- No, I need you to lie down

so I can get these people out of here, okay?

(Maryaka groaning)

Please, god damn it!

You are fucking insane!

(Maryaka groaning)

All right, you're fine.

- The horse, see, there's the horse head.

- Yeah, galloping.

- Galloping!

Use your imagination, sweetheart.

- I'm fine, I'm fine,

- (chuckles) Got it.

- Hey, guys, I am so sorry,

I, um, I actually have an issue on another one

of my properties,

so I have to call the party short.

- [Cynthia] Oh!

- So sorry, yeah.

I, uh... [Cynthia] Oh, oh, okay,

- Life of real estate, you know, is always

something going wrong and valves going loose.

- [Cynthia] Can we come back tomorrow, and take a look at the whole place?

- [Alex] Sure!

Sure!

Anything you guys need.

Anything you need, I'll be hanging out. I'm not going anywhere.

- [Cynthia] Okay.

Okay, see you tomorrow.

- [Alex] Of course.

- [Troy] All right, bye, Alex.

- Yeah.

Bye, guys.

(door closes)

(footsteps approaching)

(exhales) Let me help you.

(birds chirping)

(water gurgling)

- I feel much better.

Thank you.

- Good, 'cause I got a lot of questions for you.

- Did you call the police?

- No.

- Are you going to?

- I might.

Right now I'm not.

- Where am I?

- You're in a leasing office in the middle of the Sedona desert.

- And who are you?

- I'm Alex.

I'm a real estate agent.

- Listen, I'm, I'm quite thirsty.

Does that fountain work?

- No, nothing works in here,

but I got you some water.

Go on.

It's fine.

- Do you happen to have any unopened ones?

- I just opened it.

Okay, yeah right over there.

- Thank you.

(Maryaka sighing)

- So where are you from?

- Africa.

- Hm.

- Oh, fuck!

I was thirsty.

Thank you.

- What for?

- For saving me.

He, he was going to kill me.

- Yeah, you're welcome.

What's your name, by the way?

- Marakya.

You don't happen to have a

change of clothing, do you?

I'm, um, a little disgusting.

- Uh, yeah.

Yeah, I got you.

(insects chirring)

Oh!

Um, sorry.

- It's good, I'm good.

- I didn't see anything.

How's the shirt working out for you?

- Yeah, great.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

- The guy who was trying to kill you, who is he?

- He works for an immigration lawyer.

My immigration lawyer.

- And why does he wanna kill you?

- Probably because my immigration lawyer paid him to.

- So why does your immigration lawyer wanna kill you?

- He's a lawyer, but that's just a front,

he's also a sex trafficker.

Is that your car?

- Yeah, but, that's my car,

well, okay, why does he want you dead?

- [Marakya] I know information about him,

incriminating information.

- [Alex] Like what?

- [Marakya] How he conducts his business,

the people that he works with.

He liked me, he kept me close.

I'm characteristically close,

closer than the other girls.

Does it have fuel in it?

- Yeah, my car has gas in it.

What do you mean, "other girls"?

- He takes advantage,

of vulnerable immigrant girls who come to the US.

They can't afford to pay for their visas,

he knows it.

So he gives them alternate ways to pay him back.

- Doing what?

- Whatever he wants.

- [Alex] And your immigration lawyer did that to you?

- Yeah.

(Marakya sobbing)

- [Man] It's okay.

- Among other things.

Which is why we need to get the fuck out

of here and go to LA?

Like now.

- Uh, we?

(Maryaka sighs)

- What, what do you mean?

- Uh, Marakya, I'm sorry,

I'm not just gonna give you my car.

- No, I don't want your car, I just want a ride.

- Okay, yeah, I can't just give you a ride to Los Angeles.

- Why not?

- Because I, I don't know you,

and I have meetings, and work.

- Then give it to me.

Give it to me.

- What?

- The gun, the one he was going to use on me,

give it to me.

- No.

- What the fuck do you mean, "no!"

It's not yours, give it to me.

- No.

No, I'm not giving you the gun,

it's in the trunk of my car.

I'm not giving you a gun.

- Give it to me.

- [Alex] Stop following me.

- Give it to me.

- I said, no, okay!

Hey, stop.

- He's gonna be back,

as soon as he's able, probably tomorrow.

- Okay, look, I just need time to think, okay?

(Alex sighs)

- Well, if you're not gonna help me,

just don't, don't call the cops on me.

Give me a chance to make a run for it.

Okay?

- Okay.

I can agree to that.

(Alex sighs)

(Maryaka sighing)

(crickets chirping)

(phone beeping)

- [Officer] Sedona Police.

(door clicking)

- Oh, shit!

Hey.

Hey!

Hey, Marakya.

Marakya?

(Marakya moans)

Okay, all right.

I'm gonna get you to the couch, okay?

- No. - Jesus Christ.

Just hold on to me.

Hold on to me.

Okay.

One, two, three.

(Marakya groans)

You're fine.

You're fine.

It's okay.

Okay, just relax here,

take it easy, you're fine.

- I'm sorry. (sighing)

I think I just passed out.

- You were drugged.

- I was.

- Then why are you trying to get back to LA?

- I have to go back.

I have money hidden in LA.

- This guy tried to have you killed.

- I know.

- And your big plan is to go back to the city where he is?

- I have to.

I, I don't have options.

If the police find me, they'll deport me,

and I won't have anything.

No money, nothing.

At least if I can get my hands on the cash,

I'll have options.

- Okay, look, this is what I can do for you.

I can give you $100,

and you can just use the money to get yourself a bus ticket-

- They'll find me at a bus station.

It's fine.

I'll figure it out.

- How are you... I'll figure it out!

- Where are you going?

Where are you going?

(gentle orchestral music)

Marakya, wait.

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(Alex sighing)

(gentle orchestral music)

(gentle orchestral music continues)

(twigs snap)

- God, you scared me.

- Sorry.

(Alex sighs)

I'm going to take you to LA.

- You will?

- Yeah.

It's an eight-hour drive,

so if we leave now, I can get back for work tomorrow.

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

- Can I have one more minute?

- Sure.

- Thanks.

Okay.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

What's this?

- (clears throat) Don't thank me.

The serial number's been shaved,

so it's a felony to possess it.

- Well, I'm basically a walking felony,

so what's one more?

- About 10 years prison time.

(cellphone ringing)

Oh, shit!

- What?

(cellphone ringing)

- Cynthia's calling me.

Why are you calling me right now?

Hi, um, Cynthia,

I hope you're not at the property right now.

Something came up.

- [Kellin] Where's Marakya?

- Um, I do not know a Marakya,

but if you're interested in the property,

I'd be happy to schedule an appointment with you.

- Marakya, if you can hear me,

I want you to know that he won't stop.

He won't stop till you're found.

He won't let you go.

Whether it's by me or somebody else,

if you're going to run, run, don't stop, otherwise he'll find you.

- Who the fuck is this guy?

- His name's Kellin.

He used to be in the military.

- What, working the telephones?

- I heard he was a marine,

but he quit or something.

- Great!

That's fucking great.

And what does he want with us?

- He's gonna try to kill us.

(upbeat rock music)

(upbeat music)

- It doesn't always happen like you think.

A group of fellow trainees

didn't lock the door one night,

cover my mouth and rape me?

No.

And it wasn't any of the guys on my unit,

because they were all real decent.

And they would have stopped it if they,

Anyway, no, it was, uh, (sniffs)

it was my lieutenant.

He didn't hurt me or nothing,

he just made it real clear.

When he invited me into his chambers one night for whiskey,

he made it clear that,

that I didn't have a choice.

One day during a patrol,

our unit was called to a location,

two groups of enemy soldiers descended upon our outposts,

and we were the closest backup.

They were under heavy fire,

so we drove there as fast as we fucking could.

(sighing) Only a cop and a soldier knows that,

that type of adrenaline that shoots through your veins

on the way to a gunfight.

It's almost thrilling.

Yeah, almost.

We split our forces, and we tried to flank them.

Me and two other marines moved

around some parked armored ridgebacks,

and on the other side we saw our enemy.

They had the base overrun.

Most of our guys dead.

You know, a couple of them had one of ours

and they were dragging him out to their vehicles.

But they didn't put him in their car,

they put him on his knees.

They were gonna kill him.

I was the best shot out of the three so,

I took the MK long scope that we carried,

and I aimed.

It was dark as hell but, uh,

I know what I saw.

The man they had,

I'll always know him.

It could have been pitch black, (inhales)

it was him.

The cross-hairs on my scope went to the executioners head.

And then it moved, (breathes heavily) just enough.

I pulled the trigger,

my bullet missed.

Theirs didn't.

Whether my men really knew what went down that day or not,

they never told me.

I don't talk to them anymore.

But, um,

it does feel good to talk about it so,

thank you for that.

- Thank you, Lori.

It took a lot of strength.

I think we all can appreciate the gift of a story,

and how it actually helps each of us

get through the challenges that we deal with every day.

It's not everyone we can actually reveal these stories too,

especially when they have no idea what we've gone through.

Well said.

Thank you.

(door clicking)

(footsteps approaching)

- Hey, Terrance.

- I haven't seen you in awhile.

- Yeah, yeah, been busy.

- [Terrance] That's good, man.

- Hm-mm.

- And it's also important for you

to come to your meetings regularly.

And share.

- I thought I didn't have to share.

- Mm, you don't.

- Because you said I didn't have to.

- And you don't.

- Hmm, because I don't want to.

- You don't have to,

it's not part of your court order.

- Okay.

Anything else, or will you sign the fucking paper?

- Um, yeah, I'll sign it.

- [Kellin] Thank you.

- But I get to ask you a question.

- Do ya?

- Hm-mm. - I don't think I remember

that being part of the deal.

- Mm.

Look, I'm not requiring you to share at these meetings,

but part of you court order, which you got for punching

a parking enforcement officer in the face, last month,

does require you to participate.

Now I have very loose requirements

for the term "participate."

If you'd rather I tighten,

I'd be more than happy to oblige.

Or a simple question will suffice me,

at least this week.

- (sighs) What do you want to know?

- Why did you leave the Marines?

You were there eight years, first class.

Most who stay longer than 12 months,

usually stay for life.

Hey, be real with me.

It's another stipulation of my one question.

- It was the violence.

- I get that.

It's hard to unsee the things we see out there in the field,

things we had to do.

- No, no, it wasn't what we're doing.

I'd do anything they ask

and I didn't have a problem with what I was doing.

I didn't give a shit.

- Then what was it?

- Because I didn't know why we were doing it.

"Blow up that building."

Okay, sure.

Fine.

I'll prepare the charges myself.

I just want to know where it ends,

what these tiny little actions that were doing,

what they're actually amounting to, you know.

I get it you know, I signed up, I get the soldier's life.

It was my choice, but, if I'm going to fight,

if I'm going to kill, I just want to know what it's for.

Good enough?

- Good enough.

- Gotta go.

- I think we should keep talking about this really,

- Hey, you got your one question and I got to go.

- Kellin, what is more important than this?

- Making money.

See you, Terrance.

- Next week. - Yeah.

(door clicking)

(cell phone ringing)

Fuck.

Hey, Dad.

- You got a minute?

- Yeah.

What's up?

- Uh, well those, those motherfuckers

cocksuckers, did it to me again.

- Hey, are you walking?

- No, no, no, I'm not walking.

I took some pain pills, I'm feeling fantastic.

But those, those motherfucking cocksuckers

just fucked me in the ass.

- Uh, which cocksuckers are trying to fuck you in the ass?

- The doctors.

Who else?

- What did they say?

- I got to have a a second surgery on top of the first one.

- Okay.

What?

- Yeah, it's another disc.

It's uh, I don't know,

it's collapsed, it's disintegrated,

I don't know what the hell it's doing.

- Dad, that is a big deal.

Okay, well, I'm gonna have to call the doctors.

I will come over this afternoon.

- No, you don't have to come over.

I'm just telling you.

- None of the dramatic shit.

Okay, Dad?

Please.

- Okay.

- Are you sitting?

- No, I'm tap dancing.

Yeah, I'm sitting.

- I'll be over soon.

- Stop worrying.

Bye.

(Kellin screams)

- [Man] Has collapsed,

most likely due to how long we waited on the surgery.

- No, we haven't been waiting on anything.

We've been trying to come up with the money

to afford the surgery,

since you told us the insurance doesn't cover it.

- [Man] I understand this is stressful

and we want to do everything we can.

- How much is this additional surgery going to cost?

- [Man] A surgery like this could cost upward of $25,000.

- $25,000?

That is half of the main surgery.

- [Man] Your father's back problems are quite complicated.

His spinal cord is severely damaged.

He shouldn't be walking.

- I know, I know, I tell him this,

but he doesn't listen to me.

- [Man] Kellin, your father needs this surgery soon.

I'm worried we're already nearing the point of no return.

If we wait the nerve damage will cause his health

overall to decline.

- I know.

I know this.

I'll take care of it.

Just send me quotes, please.

Detailed ones.

Try to fucking help us out.

(Kellin sighs)

- What part of Haiti are you from?

- Port-au-Prince.

- Port-au-Prince.

What's it like there?

- Um, very hot, very sunny.

- (chuckles) Well, your case looks good.

The problem with these fucking institutions

is just going to be the wait time.

Could be six to eight months

before you can legally earn American dollars.

- But I need to send money home to my family.

- I know, I, I get it.

I understand. (sighs)

This fucking country doesn't make it easy on you, do they?

No.

These cocksuckers on the right say "Don't worry.

Our wall is gonna have a great big door in it."

And that's fucking fantastic.

The problem is that once you get through the door,

the fee to get in can exceed $10,000.

Now who,

I asked you who, fleeing a third world country

has 10,000 spare dollars.

- Nobody?

- It's bullshit.

It's absolute American ass-fuckery at its finest.

Look, you're going to be fine, honey.

I'm gonna get you through this.

We do have some ways that we can help our clients

make a few extra dollars while they wait for their visas.

- Really?

- Yeah.

If that's something you think you'd be interested

in, I could have Peter speak to you on the way out?

- Oh, yes, please, Mr. Anthony, I'd do anything.

- (chuckles) That's what we like to hear.

Peter, could you just, thank you.

(hand knocking on door)

Yes.

(door creaking)

- [Kellin] Hey.

- Kellin, is everything okay?

- [Kellin] Yeah, yeah, but-

- You've got the drop off schedule from Sue, right?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I got it.

I was just wondering if we could talk about something else.

- Something else?

- If that's all right.

- All right, have a seat.

What's on your mind, Kellin?

- When I got arrested,

you had me covered,

helped me with the legal fees and

let me earn the way I wanted to.

I told you what I wanted to do and what I didn't want to do,

and you honored that.

- Well, that's not completely true.

I never asked you what you wanted to do.

I asked you what you could and couldn't do,

what you were capable of.

'Cause I had heard that

you could be one of the most deadly men

in my employ with a gun.

That your kill count far exceeded any of the street thugs I scrape out of the gutter

whenever I need something done.

- I told you that was just a rumor.

- Well, I think the rumor was a rumor.

I knew you were, and presumably still are very capable.

- Yes, sir.

- (sighing) So what are you saying, Kellin?

Not only are you capable of doing what you previously did not want to do,

but now you're willing and able

to do whatever may be asked of you by me?

- Yes. (clears throat)

Yes.

- But you've almost paid me off completely by driving.

You need money for something else?

- My schedule's opened up.

I need work to fill it soon.

- How interesting.

You see,

something quite tragic has happened in my life.

- Sorry to hear that.

- I am too.

Maybe we can solve each other's problems.

(hand knocking on door)

- Come on in.

- [Kellin] You hoo!

- (sighs) Hey, listen, I've been thinking,

and you don't need to make any big plans here or anything

'cause I've decided, I'm ready to go.

- [Kellin] Hey, shut the fuck up, Dad.

Okay?

- You kiss your mother with that mouth?

- [Kellin] No.

- Well that's a good thing.

You never know what you're going to catch.

- [Kellin] All right, Dad.

That's funny.

- (laughs) All right, I'm sorry.

- That's alright.

How are you?

- It's a complicated conversation.

- Yeah? - Mm hmm.

- Taking your pain meds or what?

- Oh, God.

They make me so damn tired.

I think it's better to just stay awake with the pain,

spend my last few days clear-headed.

- Dad, enough of the dramatic shit, okay?

Please.

You're not going anywhere.

- What do you mean?

- I want to pay for treatment.

- Uh, how?

They now start paying personal drivers

thousands of dollars every night?

- I'll find a way.

Okay?

- No, I don't want you to do that.

No, come on.

Even if they fix this,

I don't have that much time left anyway.

So what's the point?

- It's just an extra day, it'll pay double.

Cut my own arm off.

You know that.

- I do know that.

It's a damn good thing nobody wants it.

Now seriously,

where would you get that kind of money?

- Um, my boss, I told you about, that lawyer.

- Hmm.

- He's a bad guy.

He's got these foreign girls around.

They're here illegally.

Yeah, and normally, I just I just drive for him.

It's appointments,

dinners with his dad's business partners in hotel rooms.

After, but I just, I just drive.

That pays what it pays.

But I guess there's this one girl

who got into some trouble

and he,

he wants me to drive her to Arizona

and get rid of her.

- Get rid of her?

Like?

- Like make it look like a heroin overdose.

- (scoffs) You are, you are seriously going to do this?

- Yes.

Yes.

(Dad gasps)

- What's wrong with you?

- Stop.

I can't even look at you right now.

- Dad, stop.

What's wrong with you?

- How dare you do this?

What do you mean, you're doing this for me?

You're not doing this for me.

- It's my decision.

And I've made it okay?

I stand by it. - No you're not.

I look in those eyes right now that looks

so much like my own, and you're telling me you're going

to do something like this for me?

- We have no choice.

We need the money.

What am I going to do?

Just let you die?

I will not let that happen!

- No!

You may think you don't have a choice.

We all have choices.

I've got a choice right now.

- No you don't. - Yes sir, I do.

- Dad, stop.

Dad, stop!

Dad!

(gun firing) Dad!

(ears ringing)

- Seriously, where would you get that kind of money?

- (sighs) Well, I talked to my boss today.

He's going to lend me some money.

Yeah, I mean, I'm gonna have to work it off, of course, but,

yeah, he said he's gonna do it.

So, it's good.

- He's going to lend you that much money?

I mean, I know he's a lawyer, but... No, no.

Yeah.

No, he's got the money to spare. (chuckles)

- What do you have to do for it?

Nothing dangerous?

- No, no, Dad.

I'm just driving this girl to Arizona, for some house he set up for her.

Super simple.

- Who's the girl?

You know her?

- No, no, no I don't.

But I've seen her around a couple of times,

but guess I'll have six hours to get to know her, huh?

- Uh huh.

(Kellin chuckles)

- Back seat.

(engine rumbling)

- Ugh!

We just passed another one.

- That was an Arby's.

We aren't eating that shit.

- Okay, but you've already passed

two McDonald's and Wendy's as well.

- Well, this is better.

Trust me.

- I'm starving.

- Well, it's better than being sick,

which is what you would be if you eat at a fucking Arby's.

Okay?

- I wish you had Nando's.

Oh, God!

I miss Nando's.

- What the hell's that?

- It's like our version of KFC, except we have KFC.

Basically, it's chicken, but an amazing hot sauce.

Like so good that you can buy it at the counter.

I've got a giant bottle of the stuff back at home.

- Where's your family?

- It was just my mom,

but she died.

The last thing that she said to me

was to get out of Africa.

And I love my people.

I do.

I love my culture.

It's just that it's complicated over there,

dangerous.

- And here it was better?

- I don't know.

I had that, the American dream.

We all dream it,

but I thought that I could actually do it.

Make it a reality.

It's pretty fucking stupid, right?

Listen, I'm actually getting pretty hungry.

How far is this magical burger place?

- Yeah, yeah it's the next exit.

Stay in the car.

- I need to pee.

- Yeah, well just come right back.

(doors clicking) (all chattering)

- [Marakya] Don't you want to know what I want?

- [Kellin] No.

They only have one thing.

Burgers.

- [Marakya] Okay, but don't give me pickles.

I fucking hate pickles.

- Yeah, me too.

(door creaks)

(plastic rustling)

(Kellin exhales)

(hand knocking on door)

It's taken. (exhales)

- [DJ] And you're listening to KTKQ 100.3 Breeze.

That was "Our House" by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young.

Graham Nash wrote that song when living with Joni Mitchell.

Young famously wrote the lyrics to the song

after seeing photos of the Kent State Shootings in Life Magazine.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(dog howling in distance)

(drug simmering)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(trunk thudding)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(grunts) Fuck! (panting)

Fuck! (grunts)

Fuck! (panting)

Okay, okay, okay.

Hey, hey.

You okay?

Can you wake up for me?

You're okay.

Wake up.

Oh fuck! (breathing heavily)

Fuck! (groans)

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Can you hear me?

Hey, hey.

Hey Marakya.

Please, please, please.

Please.

Can you hear me?

Please.

Can you hear me?

Marakya.

(dog howling in distance)

Okay.

Hey.

Oh!

Fuck! (groans)

Wait.

Wait.

Marakya!

Marakya!

Marakya!

Marakya, please.

Marakya?

Marakya.

(twig snaps)

(Maryaka grunts) (gun firing)

(both grunting)

Stop, stop. - No.

Get off me!

- Marakya.

Stop!

Listen! - Get off me!

- I swear I'm not going to do anything, I swear.

Stop. (groans)

(gun firing)

- Hey.

Drop the gun and get away from her.

You're on private property.

I will shoot you, not a second thought.

Do it.

(soft somber music)

Stand right there.

I'm calling the police.

Hey.

Hey, don't move.

Look, I'm gonna call the cops, and we're gonna get you an ambulance.

We're going to get you some help.

(birds chirping)

- Kellin.

- You're Anthony's guy?

- Call me Johnathan.

Needle, thread, antiseptic.

Get yourself patched up.

Take me to where you lost her.

Actually, I'll follow you.

I don't need you bleeding on the leather.

- [Troy] Cynthia, what're we gonna do?

- Okay, you worried about, Alex.

I say we get out of here.

This does not look safe. - We have to stay.

We have to wait.

- This does not look safe to me.

(Cynthia sighs)

Hey, are you guys here to see the property?

- Yes, ma'am, We're here to view the house.

Is Alex not in?

- No, no.

And I have been trying to get a hold of him

for quite some time now.

And I'm getting worried because Troy found this.

(Cynthia sighs)

- Why don't we go inside and wait for Alex?

I have his number.

We'll call him.

- You have his number.

Oh, my God.

Thank you so much, thank you so much.

- Thank you, sir.

- [Cynthia] Troy. (sighs)

- [Troy] Come on.

(door creaks)

- [Alex] Hi.

Um, Cynthia,

I hope you're not at the property right now.

Something came up.

- Where's Marakya?

Where is Marakya?

- [Alex] I do not know a Marakya, but-

- Marakya, if you can hear me,

I want you to know that he won't stop,

won't let you go.

Not until you're found, okay?

Whether it's by me or by somebody else,

if you're going to run, run, don't stop.

Otherwise they'll find you.

Outside.

- We'll be right back.

- She's gone.

- Well, I got the realtor's business card.

We'll go by his house.

- And them?

- I'll take care of them.

- Come on.

- Come on, what?

- That's not necessary.

- They found her shirt covered in what I assume

is your blood.

(Kellin sighs)

- Look kid, I don't work for you.

You fucked up.

In there we got a problem.

You get in my way, we got two problems.

And I'm not having this conversation again

when we find the girl.

Well, folks, we're going to get out of your hair.

(Cynthia yells)

- No wait, wait, wait!

(gun firing)

- [Cynthia] No, no, no!

(gun firing) (glass shattering)

(Kellin sighing)

- [Alex] So where do we go now?

Do we go back to my place.

- We can't.

They'll track us.

Your name is all over that leasing office.

- Right, because I'm trying to sell it.

- Look, they're going to go to your house,

and then they're gonna go to your families.

- Whoa, what?

What do you mean, my families?

- It's what they do.

- What, who are you calling?

- My mom.

- [Carolina] Hi, this is Carolina.

I'm sorry I missed you.

I'll get right back to you.

- Hey, Mom.

It's Alex.

Um, I'm coming to your house right now.

I just need you to meet me there.

Okay?

All right, love you.

Call me when you get the message.

Bye.

All right.

New plan.

We're going to my mom's house

and I'm going to take her to a hotel.

- What about me?

- You can just take my car.

Okay?

Just take my car,

and then I'll report it stolen in 10 hours.

And you have exactly that amount of time

to get your money and then get out of LA

and that's it.

Alright?

That's all I can do for you.

- I'm sorry.

I didn't want for any of this to happen.

- Absolutely not.

Are you crazy?

- Why not, Mom?

It'll be fun.

- [Carolina] I'm sorry, honey.

It's Tuesday.

In the middle of the week.

I'm not going to some hotel with you.

- It would be like a Mom-son date.

You know, we could have some strong cocktails by the pool.

- Are you high?

- We could do that too.

Whatever you want.

- Don't you have work?

- Um, no, I had an issue at the property come up.

- And you?

What's your deal?

Are you hungry?

- Actually, yeah, I am.

- Why don't I make you something to eat?

- Thank you.

Um, can I ask a question?

Who is he?

- It's my dad.

- It's Thomas.

He passed away a few years ago.

- I'm sorry.

He, he's in, in your-

- What're you trying to say?

- Alex, don't be a dick.

Thomas and I are both Cuban.

We adopted Alex when he was a baby.

- You adopted?

Why would you do that?

- Why not?

- Didn't you want to have a kid of your own?

Couldn't you?

- You don't mince words.

I like that.

Adoption wasn't our first choice,

but looking back on it now,

I wouldn't have it any other way.

- I, I never, I never thought of it like that.

- Hey, honey, I got lots of food in the fridge.

Why don't you go help yourself?

- Thank you.

I will.

- Alex, why don't we go talk.

All right.

What's really going on here?

- Marakya is just in a little bit of some trouble

with her immigration lawyer.

He just screwed her over and it's really complicated.

So she asked for a ride to LA

and I was gonna drive her there,

but now she's just gonna borrow my car.

- And why are you helping this girl?

- I don't know.

I just knew I needed to.

- That's something your father would say.

- Things aren't easy for her.

She trusted the wrong people, and,

when I look at her, it makes me realize

how lucky I am that you and Dad took me in.

That I even got to grow up in this country.

Helping her is the right thing to do.

- You really do sound like your father.

- Look, Mom,

I need you to do something for me.

I don't ask you for much,

but I need you to go stay in a hotel and not ask me why.

Can you please do that for me?

- Alex... Mom, please.

I'll explain everything to you later.

I just need you to do this one thing for me.

Please.

- Yes, honey, I can do this.

- You look nice.

- Yeah, nice change of pace.

Your mom's a lifesaver.

Where is she?

- Uh, she's gone.

- And you?

- I'm gonna take you to LA.

- Really?

- Yeah, just gonna grab some stuff and then we can go.

- Okay, I'll be here.

- Miss you more and more every day.

All right.

I have everything packed.

We should take off soon.

(tense music)

- Hi, there.

- Shit.

- This is a moment I've always come to appreciate.

Change.

Faith's unyielding fore-bearer.

Get on your knees.

You're a tall fucker.

(tense music continues)

(Alex panting)

(gun firing) (water splashes)

(Alex gasps)

- Why did you do that?

- I'll let you know when I figure that out.

Stop.

- Drop your gun.

- I just saved you.

- We don't trust you.

- I think saving your life's a good enough reason to.

- I'm not inclined to that thinking.

Drop your gun.

Drop your gun.

(gun thudding)

You're okay.

You're okay.

Just breathe.

Just breathe.

- I've never seen anything like that before.

- Not many people have.

It's okay.

Just breathe.

I need you to do something for me.

Okay?

Okay, I need you to grab the gun.

All right?

Can you do that for me?

Here we go.

Okay, that's good.

That's great.

That's great, Alex.

- What do we do with him?

(Maryaka breathing heavily)

(engine rumbling)

(stuttering) Mom, I need you to take a deep breath

for me, okay?

I'm good.

I'm fine.

Everything is fine.

Everything is okay.

I just I need you to promise me

that you're not gonna talk to anyone, okay?

No, no, no, no, no.

Especially the police.

Do not talk to the police.

Just get yourself a lawyer

and lay low for 48 hours.

I'm clearing all this up.

Yes, I promise.

I promise.

I'm okay.

I have to go now, Mom, I love you.

I know.

I will be safe.

I love you, Mom.

Bye. (exhales)

(cell phone ringing)

Is that yours?

- No.

It's his.

Fuck, dude.

Dude, I know this number.

It's Anthony.

- What do we do?

I mean if we take the tape off of his mouth

then maybe he can help us.

- Kellin, I need a fucking update.

- Kellin is dead.

- Marakya?

- And so is the other one you sent.

And so will every other person that you send,

I will kill them.

All this, this could end right now.

Look, Anthony, I'm going away.

You're never gonna see me again.

You're never gonna hear from me again.

And I won't tell anyone what you did,

what you did to me.

Okay?

Just please, please,

this needs to, this needs to end here.

Just, okay?

Anthony, Anthony?

(line beeping)

- Is he gonna send someone else?

- I don't know.

- He might?

- He might.

(tape ripping) (Kellin grunting)

- Is he gonna send someone else?

- He'll send every last person at his disposal.

She compromises his business.

A business that is very lucrative.

- The sex trafficking business.

- Yeah.

It's the most evil, vile, despicable profession

that you can have.

Other than being a lawyer and he happens to be both.

- Fuck you!

You don't have a right to change your position on this.

You drove us.

You are as much responsible as anyone else.

- Hey, I didn't have it easy, either.

Okay?

Anthony was my lawyer.

I got into some trouble.

I punched this asshole parking guy.

Anthony was the only one who would take the case

of a guy with no money so-

- As long as you kept working for him?

- My dad got sick and I needed the money.

What the fuck else was I supposed to do?

- There's an entire sex trafficking operation

happening in Los Angeles.

Why is no one doing anything?

- I mean the cops tried but these guys are smart.

Especially with their knowledge of the law.

- Cynthia and Troy,

my clients back at the leasing office, are they okay?

- No, he killed them.

- Oh, my god.

Marakya, we need to call the police.

This is insane. - No.

No.

We, we can't call the police.

You know that that is not an option.

It has never been an option.

- Then what are you gonna do?

- Whatever I have to.

- What does that mean?

What does she mean?

I can't help you with that, Marakya.

I am a real estate agent.

- I know, I know.

But it, it has to happen.

I'll make it happen.

- What did he do to you?

This is not because you know about his business.

This is something personal.

What did he do to her?

- It's not my business to tell you.

- Listen, Marakya,

you cannot pull this off.

This is suicide.

You have one pistol.

- I have three pistols.

- Great.

- Look, (sighs)

Anthony talked about a,

a gun maker, he lives somewhere in the desert

on the road to Arizona, his name's Ken, I think.

Do you know this man?

- Actually, yeah, I do. (chuckles)

- Anthony needs to be stopped.

He needs to be stopped permanently.

- I'm not gonna help you kill him.

You don't even have a plan.

- I do have a plan.

I'm gonna go to his house

and I'm gonna shoot him in the fucking head.

- You don't have a good plan.

- Well, then, I'll go to his ranch in the mountains,

I'll unearth the gold under the floorboards,

and I'll fuck off to Mexico.

Live like a queen for the rest of my life.

- Marakya, you'll be lucky if there are one to two people

besides Anthony at his house in LA.

Okay?

At his ranch, there'll be half a dozen.

So no chance at the ranch.

- You were joking about the gold part, right?

- No, no, no.

Sadly she's not.

Fucking Anthony makes more money than he can launder.

So the rest he carries in bricks of gold

that he buries at his ranch.

- Well, they're not exactly bricks.

They're more like small bars if anything.

- And how would you know that?

- I've seen them.

He showed me.

- (laughs) Well, it's no wonder that he wants you dead.

Look, his house is still going to be guarded.

Okay?

You'll want a better gun.

- Are you gonna help me?

- I won't help you kill him.

But I will call Ken.

Hey, uh-uh, don't touch those.

- Are all these guns?

- Yes, they are.

Surprise bangers.

They're all the rage nowadays

in our particular market.

- How do you even fire this one?

- Each one has a hidden trigger,

just gotta know where to look.

But, (clears throat)

I am assuming you are not here for surprise bangers.

What exactly were you hoping I could help you with?

- Well, Ken, Marakya here is going hunting.

- Is that so?

- It is.

And I presume she is going to want

some artillery for said hunt.

- She will.

- Mm-hm.

And the game?

What are we talking about?

Foxes, bucks?

- A bear surrounded by mountain lions.

- How many mountain lions?

- [Kellin] Hmm.

At least two, maybe more.

- Goodness.

Well, that is a hunt where you're gonna want

to be surrounded by a pack.

- [Marakya] That's what I said.

- [Kellin] Unfortunately, for the huntress,

this will be an endeavor undertaken alone.

- I see.

Well, in that case,

that leaves us with only one option. (clears throat)

This little beauty here

is my custom heavy assault rifle.

I've designed the casing to absorb the kickback,

making it usable for any man, woman, person of any size.

- How progressive of you.

- It ain't cheap, though.

- I've got a, um, a bag of Rolexes.

Three.

Each worth about $2000.

- Do you?

You got a bag of Rolexes?

Well, that's a start, I guess.

- We've got a car.

- (laughing) Yeah, unfortunately, I know the guy

who owns that particular vehicle.

- Owned.

- Owned.

Oh, well, now that is interesting.

The guy was a bit of a prick anyway.

All right.

I guess we got a deal.

I have a garage in Los Angeles

where you can drop it off at.

- Great.

- Yeah.

Okay.

Come with me.

I'm going to show you how to use it.

(somber music)

- [Alex] What are you gonna do?

You're gonna help her?

- [Kellin] I said I would bring her here.

After that, she's on her own.

- What did he do to her?

(somber music continues)

You can talk to me

if you want.

Listen, I'm here.

(waves splashing)

(footsteps approaching)

- [Anthony] Hey, kiddo.

- Hey.

Did Sue tell you?

- She did.

- Are you mad?

- Do I look mad?

No, I'm not mad.

(Maryaka exhales)

How do you feel?

- I don't know.

I didn't think this would happen.

So soon in my life.

But the thought of it, it's kind of nice.

- After everything you've been through,

this will be a blessing.

- The father doesn't need to worry about this.

He doesn't even need to know.

I don't need anything from him.

I can take care of this all completely by myself alone.

- (shushes) Calm down.

Nobody needs to know.

- Your father?

- I'll talk to him.

Promise.

- Thank you.

- Of course.

I care about you so much.

And the fruits you bring into this world.

I'm gonna get you a good doctor.

And make sure you are healthy

and strong throughout all of this.

Okay?

- Thank you.

- Get some rest.

You're gonna need it.

(siren wailing in distance)

- [Maryaka] This is the doctor's office?

- Don't be fooled by the exterior.

It's LA.

So many of these, the buildings look like shit, and on the inside, places of gold.

What's wrong?

- I'm just not feeling so good.

- It's probably morning sickness.

Come on.

Let's get you inside.

The doctor will take care of you.

- Marakya, hi, I'm Dr. Tate.

I'm gonna be taking care of you today.

Nurse Nikkie is gonna be asking you questions.

- Hi, there.

How old are you?

- 27.

- When was the last time you had food?

- Uh, last night.

- Honey, have you had any water today?

- Nope.

This is um, why are you wearing that?

(nurse chattering indistinctly)

- [Nikkie] Just relax.

- This is, it's just a checkup.

- [Nikkie] Doctor!

- [Dr. Tate] Oh, Marakya,

we need you to lie down, sweetheart.

We need you to be still.

Okay?

- [Nikkie] Lie down.

- [Dr. Tate] Just lie down for a little bit.

I will take care of you today.

But you need to be still.

- Anthony!

- [Dr. Tate] We need you to be still.

Security!

Anthony!

I need you to be still, so we can take care of you.

- Anthony!

(Marakya sobbing)

- [Anthony] I gave her 10 ccs to calm her down.

And Paul, I want you to make sure nothing

like this can ever happen again.

- [Dr. Tate] I understand.

(siren wailing in distance)

(Maryaka groans)

- Oh.

(Maryaka sniffles)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Anthony.

- What?

- Honey, we got a problem.

- (sighs wearily) What is it?

- It's Marakya.

She's freaking out.

She's screaming, she's upsetting the other girls.

It's a liability.

- (exhales) God damn it.

- You know, uh, I'm gonna have to tell your father, don't you?

- (sighs) Sue, if, If I asked you not to,

for me, would you consider it?

- I wish I could.

(Anthony sighs)

I've got to tell him.

- Sue.

- I'm really sorry.

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(sighing) Oh, boy!

(fists thudding)

(waves lapping)

- Do you really wanna do this?

- Yes.

- But do you need to?

- [Maryaka] I do.

(door clicking)

(somber music)

(somber music continues)

(birds chirping)

- Dad, I think we have some other options before we get there.

- What options?

- I'm saying we can explore all possibilities

before we make a decision like that.

- There are no other options.

This girl, uh-

- Marakya.

- She was Alderson's favorite.

It has to be his.

- Yes.

And I'm telling you, it doesn't matter

because I've already taken care of it.

(Dante sighs softly)

- He's going to run for president.

- She's not gonna be a problem for him.

- You are not hearing me, son.

- Please, trust me.

- My mind is made up.

- Dad, I need to know-

- Can you take care of this

or do I have to outsource this to somebody

who I can rely on?

- You can rely on me.

- Yeah.

I don't know about that these days.

- [Anthony] What is that supposed to mean?

- You know, you've disappointed me lately.

Come here.

Come here. (laughs)

(hand pats on back)

Do not disappoint me again

or you're out.

- Out?

- Out.

I'm sorry, son, but that's the way it has to be.

Grab a couple of cups.

(door creaking)

(paper ripping)

(engine rumbling)

(door clicking)

- Marakya, please do not do this.

This is insane.

That, that out there is death.

You can still walk away.

- Alex, they didn't just take my baby,

they made it so I could never bear children.

They took my life.

- Look at me.

I wasn't raised by my birth parents, and I'm glad that I wasn't.

- I won't be able to go on until he's gone.

- They will kill you.

And I won't be able to show up and help you.

No one will.

- I got this.

It's going to be okay.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- I'm scared of Anthony, Marakya,

and you should be, too.

- [Marakya] Then help me stop him.

- I can't.

My dad is sick.

He needs money, if I don't figure out a way to get it for him,

then he's going to die.

If you want to do this, you're gonna have to do it alone.

I'm sorry.

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(birds chirping)

- Hey, kiddo.

You're not gonna believe me, but,

I'm sure happy to see you again.

- Where is everyone?

Where are the guards?

- There's no need.

Because I don't want to kill you.

And you're not gonna kill me.

- Oh, yeah?

(gun cocks)

Why's that?

- Because it's not me who wants you dead.

Come on, I care about you.

You know that.

All I've ever wanted to do is protect you.

But I couldn't.

He wouldn't let me.

- Who?

- Just come talk to me.

Talk to me, and let me explain.

- Who is he?

Tell me his name.

Who is he?

(electricity buzzing)

- All right, boys, that's enough.

Kill the power.

(power whirring down)

(Anthony sighing)

Get her up.

(gun cocking)

- Hold on, let's check.

All right, sunshine, up you get.

Come on.

Yeah, that's right.

(Marakya grunts)

- [Anthony] Does she have any other weapons on her?

- Just this.

- Keep it.

Merry Christmas.

Some fucking fire in you.

I never wanted any of this.

But my father, he...

(sighing) I can't say no to him.

He's given me everything.

And he expects nothing less in return.

(footsteps thudding)

The fuck is that?

- Perimeter's clear, (bag thuds)

we found this.

- The fuck's in the bag, sweetheart?

(bag unzipping)

Wait a minute.

I know this one.

You really fucking killed him?

(sighing) Poor fucking Kellin.

At least his dad isn't too far behind him.

What other surprises we got in here, huh?

(chuckles) What is this?

Did you write me a note, baby? (chuckles)

(explosion booming)

- Holy fuck!

- (laughing) In case anyone is wondering,

it said, "fuck you."

(tense music)

No, God, get off me!

(Marakya screaming)

(Marakya grunting)

Get the fuck off me. (grunts)

(Maryaka breathing heavily)

(Maryaka coughs)

(Maryaka coughing)

(Maryaka gasping)

- Should we tape her mouth shut?

- No.

(lighter clicking)

I wanna hear this bitch scream.

(Maryaka breathing heavily)

(gun firing)

(guns firing)

Anyone have eyes?

(guns firing)

(guns firing)

- [Man] I'm hit.

(guns firing)

(Maryaka gasping)

(guns firing)

- [Man] Where'd he go?

- [Man 2] He's right here.

(guns firing)

(both grunting) (gun firing)

(guns firing)

(Kellin breathing heavily)

- [Man] You fucking traitor.

- I was never on your side.

I was just a driver.

- Well, I hope it's worth it,

when I burn you out there next to your whore.

Hope then you fucking-(Alex grunts)

- Holy fuck. (panting)

- Thank you.

- Yeah, sure.

(gun firing)

Jesus, warn me, man.

- Sorry.

- Ah.

(Marakya screams)

- [Maryaka] Son of a bitch!

- Okay.

Okay, okay.

This is how it's gonna go.

Me and this one are getting into Anthony's car, okay?

I get to the car, I let her go.

- Okay.

- You stop me, she dies.

- You're gonna let her go?

- Look, I just, I just want to get out of here, man.

- Okay, it's a deal.

- I know you.

You were one of them.

- Okay. - You were one of them.

- Marakya, stop.

- You held me down in the doctor's office.

- Stop struggling.

(gun firing) (man grunts)

(man groaning)

(man grunting)

(gun firing)

- He was not yours to kill. (crying)

He wasn't yours to kill.

- Stop, Marakya.

Marakya.

Marakya, stop. - He wasn't yours... Stop.

Stop.

Stop.

- He wasn't... Marakya, stop.

It's okay, it's okay.

It's over.

(Maryaka sobbing)

It's over.

It's over.

- He wasn't yours to kill.

- I'm sorry.

(Maryaka sobbing) (dramatic orchestral music)

- It's over now.

(Marakya sobbing)

(Kellin sighs)

(Marakya sniffling)

Are you laughing?

Why is she laughing?

- I think you know. (sighs in relief)

Come on.

(Maryaka sniffling)

- No fucking way.

- Yep.

- Anything?

Jesus.

(bags thudding)

(gentle orchestral music)

Rice?

(coins clanking)

- Oh, my God.

(screams) Yes.

Yes, fucking yes.

Here hold it.

Come on.

- It's heavy.

It's really heavy.

- Oh, my God.

(all laughing)

(coins clanking)

- [Kellin] Whooo, yeah!

(both screaming)

Are you fucking kidding me?

Look at this!

All of that shit?

Finally.

Yes, yes!

(phone vibrating)

- [Marakya] Hey.

- [Kellin] It looks like they're not going to charge him.

- [Marakya] It's as we figured.

Motherfucker covered his tracks.

When are you gonna do it?

- Actually, I'm taking care of that right now.

- Good.

Come visit when you're done.

- Cool.

Might need a place to lay low for a while.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- I might know the perfect place.

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(upbeat rock music)

♪ I see that twinkle in your eye ♪

♪ Hear that whistle through your talk ♪

♪ Your babble's so naive ♪

♪ Let's get drunk and take a walk ♪

♪ And stare up at the sky ♪

♪ Whatever else you want ♪

♪ The devil's in her eyes ♪

♪ I see some devil in her eyes ♪

♪ Why do I smile when I'm scared ♪

♪ When talking in her sleep ♪

♪ She's got a darkness to her dreams ♪

♪ My dear, you're so un-creepin' ♪

♪ Which fits the walk into the mystic ♪

♪ Ask the stars a twisted question ♪

♪ We want answers ♪

♪ Speak forgiveness ♪

♪ All their condescending shine ♪

♪ As every night ♪

♪ They see the devil in my eye ♪

♪ Bring light to the devil in my eye ♪

(singer vocalizing)

(person screaming)

♪ If you love me then say so ♪

♪ Your skin is running cold ♪

♪ Sweep that darkness off your mind ♪

♪ Keep her steady as you go ♪

♪ Since you're venturing alone ♪

♪ It's a hell of a time ♪

♪ Dancing devils in her eyes ♪

♪ Whiskey on her brain ♪

♪ And she'll kiss it onto mine ♪

♪ And pray that she was ♪

♪ Sleep the whole night ♪

♪ Night ♪

♪ It beats the questions, steam the answers we come to find ♪

♪ That same old devil in her eyes ♪

♪ That undead devil every time ♪