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[dramatic music]

♪♪

Last night, I had a strange dream.

I was in a large field with my mom.

And she had on this long dress,

the exact same kind of dress she'd be wearing

if she were going to church or something.

But what's weird was the deer.

There was a whole herd of them.

You know, deer, like the animal.

But suddenly all these antlers appeared out of nowhere.

Like, you know how deer have antlers,

but instead they were growing out of the head of my mom.

It was freaky.

Like, I knew it was her.

She's identical.

Except for the antlers on her head.

They're beautiful. Have you ever seen a real deer before?

I mean, yeah, it was beautiful to see,

but you really got to wander.

Well, actually, antlers are kind of like teeth in dreams.

They represent the fear of dying.

- Who is he? - Him? He's an intern.

- We have an intern? - Yep, we sure do.

- What's his name? - Ask him yourself.

- What's your name? - Hugh.

Well, Hugh, where's my coffee?

[chuckles]

It's a...

Sorry.

[typing]

[machine whirring]

[phone ringing]

[phone rings]

- Hey, hey. - [coworkers clamoring]

[glass shatters]

Stop. What's wrong with you? Damn it, you.

Come on. Stop.

[dramatic music]

WOMAN: I guess he's got a mean case of burnout.

This job must be too much for him.

Still, though, I wouldn't worry

about filing a complaint.

It'll only cause a fuss. He is just an intern.

But if you want, you can talk to HR.

No, I'm good.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

- You sure? - Yeah.

[suspenseful music]

[beeping]

- Hello there. - BOTH: Hello.

BOY: What's that?

MAN: Leo! Léa!

Here. Your ball.

See ya, guys.

[pop music playing]

[camera clicks]

[cell phone chirps]

♪♪

♪♪

- So, here's the entrance. - Mm-hmm.

It has the open kitchen with the egg white design.

- Here you can see the ta-- - That's an egg?

- But why an egg? - Because it's a restaurant.

Check the floor plan. There's an egg.

Yeah, okay, but it says there that it's called "Newton."

Yeah, so?

But an apple comes to mind when I hear Newton.

Sure, but they serve chicken, not apple.

It doesn't matter.

An egg doesn't represent the name.

An apple fell on Newton's head.

I get what you're saying, but, no, it doesn't.

Apples just make me think of eating healthier.

- What's this here? A mistake? - No.

It looks like cereal.

[screaming]

WOMAN: Stop!

[dramatic music]

MAN: Ian?

Ian.

I was attacked by my colleague, Ian.

I, uh, was at my desk

and he started stabbing me repeatedly with a pen.

- With a pen? - Yes.

- I see. - He wouldn't stop.

He was...

Wait a second. You're a graphic designer?

- I am. - And you are, too, right?

I'm mostly a project manager.

- A manager? - Accounting. Right?

- Yeah, a bit of accounting. - I see.

Has there ever been any tension

between the two of you?

- No. - Sometimes colleagues

take part in petty competitions with each other.

Did he give you the black eye?

- Uh, no. - No, no.

- I did this. - I know.

A colleague managed to get it all on video.

You mind?

- Here, take a look. - Okay, one second. Let me...

- Press there. In the middle. - And this starts it? I see.

- And it's violent. - [chuckles] It sure is. Wow.

Yeah. Eesh.

Clearly you can tell I'm not my usual self.

- I never saw your usual self. - Well, I know myself.

And I don't recall doing that at all.

Everyone was saying "that's so out of character for you."

- Or "why'd you do that?" - It is concerning.

I think this would technically qualify as assault.

[sobs] I don't understand what happened.

There's no need to cry, sir. We'll get to the bottom of it.

I think it's, uh-- I don't know--

a momentary lapse.

It can happen to anyone.

IAN: Yeah, I think you might be right.

It's pressure. Pressure from your work.

That is what it's all come down to.

This is yours. Are you filing a complaint?

- No. No. - Not you.

You. Will you be filing one?

No.

- Well, there you go. - Thank you.

Seal it with a shake.

There. Now, why don't you go get a drink together

like coworkers?

Yeah. That would be great.

- How do you feel? - Much better.

- Yeah? - Pain's gone now.

Hmm.

I'm sure you know we need to address the situation

and that we have to come up with a solution

for calming things down the best we can.

For sure. Ian and I--

- Okay. Okay. - I won't file a complaint.

Okay, that's good.

And I remember you've said before

that you wouldn't mind and that you even preferred

working from home occasionally.

- Uh, no. - Yes, I'm quite sure.

Whatever. That's not what really matters. Okay?

What I'm wondering is if it's a good time

to get some rest, get some distance.

You know, take a bit of a breather.

- But I'm fine. - Right.

You may feel fine, but, uh, hmm...

the same can't exactly be said for everyone else around here.

- The team isn't fine? - [clears throat] No.

And that's pretty obvious.

Then I'll go see clients in person.

- Well, that's an idea. - Work quietly at my desk.

- That shouldn't be an issue. - Of course.

It's just that remotely would be better.

Please try not to take it the wrong way, Vince.

I mean, you know how highly I think of you, right?

It's for everyone's good. That's all. Okay?

He's still here?

Well, his internship ends this week,

so we thought it would be easier to let him finish.

Hugh Murray went to James Joyce High School

in Boise.

He also attended NCSU in Raleigh

and had an internship at EPSL.

I mean VARTE. It says he was in VARTE.

- Wasn't Ian at VARTE, too?

- I don't know. - Or was he?

It feels like there's all this weirdness lately.

Are any rumors about me going around?

No.

- You sure? - Mm-hmm.

[chattering]

Hey there.

WOMAN: Hello.

- Vincent. - Eva.

- What's up? - Not much.

- I'm sorry to make you wait. - No worries.

- You good? - Hope you don't mind.

I didn't have time to update my profile pic.

I mean, uh, were you in a fight?

No, no.

An intern at work smacked me in the face with his laptop.

[both laugh]

- Seriously? - No, I'm serious.

Then the accountant took a few stabs at my arm.

He really stabbed me.

[both laugh]

- Are you kidding? - No, no, it's all true.

So just for no reason?

Ah, maybe he didn't like my face or something.

Okay. Have you been single for a while or...

Not that long. I work with my ex.

- It's all good, though. - Oh, damn.

So you've got some drama in the workplace, don't you?

- I sure do. - Your ex. The intern.

And you? How's work?

I'm a project manager in automotives.

- Running smoothly? - Yeah.

Good one. It's certainly less frantic than you.

I mean, no one throws things and my ex isn't there.

It's chill.

So, do you plan on staying where you are or...

[dramatic music]

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[gasps]

I--I--Sorry. I--I gotta go.

[dramatic music]

7 Abbeville Road.

♪♪

[TV playing] MAN 1: We'd be done for.

We can get out of here if we have to.

And we got windows to see what's going on outside.

But down there, with no windows,

if a rescue party did come, we wouldn't even know it.

MAN 2: But the cellar is the strongest place.

MAN 3: The cellar is a death trap.

MAN 1: I don't know, Mr. Cooper.

I think he's right.

You know how many's out there?

MAN 3: I figure maybe six or seven.

MAN 2: I'm going back down to the cellar

and you better decide,

'cause I'm gonna board up that door

and I'm not gonna unlock it again, no matter that happens.

[drill whirring]

MAN: I'm sorry, man. I'm not sure what to say.

I've got other stuff going on, too.

This new software update is killing me.

In the office? How are they?

Hmm?

Alex said you'd send the Thermox brief.

The Thermox brief?

I never got it.

Um, didn't they call you?

No. Why? They have something to tell me?

No, no. I just mean... I don't know.

But I'm sure you can imagine how much of a mess

everything is right now.

- By the way, look-- - I gotta go.

- [engine revving] - [tires squealing]

Aah!

[engine revving]

[clattering]

[panting]

[dramatic music]

♪♪

MAN: Over the past few days, have you been feeling angry?

I guess.

And who is your anger towards?

Anyone who doesn't believe me.

Not the ones who assaulted you?

No. 'Cause I can tell-- How do I say this?

They're not themselves.

Their faces are empty. They come at me.

So you've been having these fights

with people you weren't particularly angry with.

- Why do you think that is? - They weren't fights.

I was attacked.

Did you know when dogs are attacked by other dogs,

they often become afraid of them?

And that's perfectly normal.

On the other hand,

those dogs will then become nervous

and afraid themselves, because just like that,

they could be the next ones who are attacked.

But I'm not a dog.

No, but I'm getting the sense

that you're seeking to receive attention

from those who attack you.

What do you think, hmm?

[pensive music]

[clears throat]

[clattering]

[electricity zaps]

[zaps]

[electricity zapping]

[zapping]

[pensive music]

Oh, shit. Please don't.

Aah! Aah!

What are you doing, you little shit?

You little shit. Goddamn it.

God--[groaning]

WOMAN: Stop that! What are you doing?

Go away!

- Damn you. - Oh, my God.

Terry!

Terry!

- [pounding] - Vincent, come on!

- Open the door! - No!

What did you do to my kids?

They were the ones who attacked me.

Come on, man. They're just children.

- What's going on? - Open the door.

[pounding]

Is there any way we can help?

[clattering]

What are you doing? Open up right now!

Open the damn door!

He attacked your children unprovoked?

Open it now or I'm calling the cops.

- We can figure this out. - Open!

- Vincent! - [pounding]

Hey, will you just stop this.

- We got to get the police. - Somebody get the landlord.

[tenants chattering]

- Vincent! - [pounding]

This isn't over.

They're gonna break the door.

Just try to relax, okay?

[pensive music]

♪♪

♪♪

- Hey. - Where to?

Villeurbanne.

♪♪

- What are you doing here? - [gasps]

Hey, Dad.

Oh, no. What's this? Did you get hurt? Oh, no.

it's just a little scratch.

You mean someone scratched you?

- Back up. I can't see. - Oh. Sorry.

By the way, I need the Peugeot.

The keys are over there on the table.

- Were you sleeping? - I was. Yeah.

Vincent, if you're going to come by,

the least you could do is give me a call first

to let me know your plans.

There was no time.

- I'm going to head to Pélan. - Yeah.

[smacks lips]

- I need some country air. - [toilet flushes]

Who's here?

It's Jess.

- Jessica? - Yeah.

- The yoga teacher? - Yeah.

- You two are living together? - Uh-huh.

Do you need this country air

to get away from what's-her-name?

- Audrey? - Yeah.

It's just, uh, things are complicated right now.

Did you screw it up?

No, I didn't. But look, I'm exhausted.

Night, Dad. Sorry I woke you up.

- Where are you going? - To my room.

Yeah. Well, you don't have a room.

I mean, you do, but we're renovating, you see.

Come on, Dad. It's just one night.

I know. But trust me. It's a real mess in there.

I mean, because Jess needed more room

for her yoga classes.

- Where's my stuff? - Oh, we put it all in boxes.

But don't worry. They're in the garage

for you to get whenever you want to.

You'll always have a home here,

but you're grown now.

You can't just show up like this without any warning.

But if you really need somewhere to stay,

you're more than welcome to sleep on the sofa.

- No, I'm good. - All right.

It's better to drive at night to get to Pélan anyway.

Fewer cars on the road.

But still, before you take off,

how about a good cup of coffee to go?

No, no, thanks. I'll get going.

A trip will do you some good. You just be careful, okay?

I will, Dad.

[door closes]

[dramatic music]

[engine starts]

[car sputtering]

♪♪

[footsteps approaching]

Hello.

Don't be afraid.

Sit down.

I saw what you did earlier.

Saw what?

When you bought your sandwich inside.

Huh?

You avoided the cashier.

You didn't look at her.

How'd you--

You know, you have to avoid being looked at, too.

It's strange to realize we're not alone.

Alone how?

What's in the sandwich?

Tuna with mayo.

Can I?

Yeah. Here.

[dog whines]

Thank you.

You can look at me.

We're the same.

Same predicament. Same struggle.

- How long's it been for you? - How long for what?

People trying to kill you.

People wanna kill you, too?

You come across someone...

they look at you and then they jump you?

Yeah. For seven months now.

Is it a virus?

I'm not sure. But there are more and more of us every day.

It's all over the Internet and Reddit.

The most legit one is this blog called the Sentinels.

Sounds like it's out of a movie.

Not at all.

A site like that is a bit more for the survivalist type.

On there,

they show how to adapt and how to live with it.

Can you stitch yourself up?

- Like, my skin? - Yeah.

No.

Better learn, and fast.

Hospitals are far too dangerous.

You're on your own.

But why is it happening to us?

Don't ask why but how long do we have left.

Believe it or not, I'm a professor.

- I'm off. - But wait.

Do you still get attacked?

Uh, can we stay in touch?

You'll find me on the Sentinels blog.

I go by JoachimDB.

Get yourself a dog. That's a big one.

They won't attack you and they'll pick up scents.

Hey, I'm Vincent, by the way.

- What was your username? - JoachimDB.

Come on. Come on.

Great.

[door slams]

[tense music]

♪♪

[engine starts, revs]

[rapid sputtering]

[eerie music]

[gate squeaking]

♪♪

"Create a profile."

♪♪

[laptop chirps]

[gate buzzes]

Delivery.

Oh, uh--uh...

No. Uh...

Put it down right there.

- Here? - Mm-hmm.

- Have a good one. - Thanks.

Hang in there.

- [door closes] - [engine starts]

Vincent? I wasn't sure it was really you.

- It's me. - Have you been here long?

I just got here, actually.

Oh, right. I guess I would have seen you around.

- Have you met Jean? - No.

- Say hi, Jeanne. - Hello.

Vincent and I spent summers together growing up.

We were always up to something.

[both laugh]

You know Evan, her dad, right?

No.

Not even before his accident?

No.

WOMAN: You haven't been around in ages. [laughs]

- You on holiday? - Uh, yeah.

If you're free tonight, you should come by for dinner.

- Sorry, but--but I-- - Well, another day.

I can't make it tonight. But if you are able to come,

I live just around the back these days.

I rent out my house because my educational farm I started

didn't pan out how I expected.

I can tell you all about it. So come on by.

[clanging]

Jeanne, let go of the man now. [laughs]

- I really should be going. - We'd love to have you.

Oh, and by the way, I think your septic tank

is leaking into my yard.

The stench that's coming from it is pretty awful.

- Yeah, okay. I'll handle it. - Just whenever you're free.

- I'll let you know. - Don't be a stranger.

- Okay. Have a nice day. - You, too.

Leave the gate alone.

[laptop chirps]

[laptop dinging]

[laptop chirps]

[laptop dings]

[laptop dinging]

[laptop dings]

[water rumbling]

[rumbling continues]

[retches] Oh, crap.

[retches] Oh! Ah!

[water leaking]

[birds chirping]

[insects buzzing]

[sniffles]

[buzzing continues]

- MAN: Hello. - Hello.

I saw the vintage Peugeot.

It's a real beauty there, ain't she?

Ooh. Smells like a broken septic.

Yeah.

Happened to me a few years ago.

Anyway, did you get the mail I forwarded last month?

- It wasn't for me. - I believe it was a ticket.

No. You want my father.

This place is pretty nice for a bachelor pad.

Have a good day.

[tense music]

Oh, shit.

[grunting]

[Vincent screaming]

[retching]

[grunting]

[eerie music]

[moaning]

[thumping]

[thumping]

You there?

Oh, goddamn it!

[groaning]

You son of a bitch!

[yells]

This is all your fault! Damn you!

[eerie music]

♪♪

[winces]

[dogs barking]

[barking continues]

[barking continues]

[whining]

Come.

Yeah. You're strong.

Let go. Let go.

Let go. Let go.

Let go. Let go.

Good girl.

[chattering]

[dog growling]

[growling continues]

[barking]

Sultan. Sultan!

[taser clicks]

Sultan, come.

Up.

Sit.

[camera whirs]

[cell phone chirps]

[cell phone chirps]

[cell phone dings]

MAN: We're in a generalized climate of hate.

The violence is only getting worse.

WOMAN: Well, society has never been as harsh as it is,

and our children had never been exposed

to so much violence as they do today

across all platforms of media.

I mean, we're not just talking television, films,

but we're talking social media.

MAN: Hello?

- Uh, hello? - Hey.

Yeah, just one sec. Wait.

- The problem... - Hello?

...that we are addressing here...

- Can you hear me now? - Yeah.

- Okay. Is this Arnold's? - Yes, it is.

- I'd like to order takeout. - Can I get a name?

No need. I'm just across from you.

- Why don't you just come in? - I'm unable to move.

- Your legs don't work? - I'm handicapped.

- All right. - Yeah?

Awesome.

Okay. Well, then, I'll get five steaks,

three of them raw, if possible,

ten burgers, three fries-- five fries, and three Cokes.

- Ready in 10. - 10 minutes?

Uh, I'll be parked out front in a blue Peugeot.

- You can't miss me. - I'll send someone.

- Sounds good. Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

[engine starts]

[engine sputtering]

- WOMAN: Hi there. - Oh, hello.

I take it you're the guy in the blue Peugeot

who can't come in?

That's me.

There's one...

and two.

Got a lot of food there. It all for you?

Are you eating all that by yourself?

Yeah. Why?

No. Never mind.

Well, thanks for coming all the way out here.

Not a problem.

This way I can even have a smoke.

[tense music]

Oh, now I get it.

It's for the dog.

- Huh? - Oh, I mean the raw meat.

- You ordered it for the dog. - Yeah, it's for Sultan.

It's just ordering raw meat, it's a bit weird.

What's your name?

Vincent.

Is that your name there?

Yeah.

Margaux.

- Can I ask you something? - What?

What's your handicap?

Actually, I'm not handicapped.

It's just you don't delivered to my place

and I didn't want to go in.

I see.

That's not very nice.

- I don't do well with people. - I get what you mean.

Hey, how much is the total on the bill?

There. Okay, so that'll be 79.90.

- Okay. - With card?

- No. Cash. Is that okay? - Yeah.

- Here. - Thank you.

All right. From 100, here's 20.

No, that's for you.

- I mean, you can-- - No, no, no.

You came out. It's fine.

It's my pleasure.

Wait. What kind of girl do you take me for?

No, I didn't mean to. Sorry.

Actually, you know what, buddy?

Go fuck yourself. Thank you.

Hey, come on. I'm sorry.

[engine starts]

[engine sputtering]

Watch closely now.

For the first strike,

you throw your fingers at eye level.

Just like that.

From there, the second strike is made easier

because your opponent cannot see.

Perfect for self-defense.

That's why we're going to work on your upper limbs...

[girl shouting]

After the first strike, with their vision impaired,

go for the throat like this.

Make sure you pull back enough

to forcefully grab their neck

with a firm grip with enough force

This isn't funny anymore! No, no, no. Stop that!

I won't let you beat up on me!

Listen to me! This is not okay!

Do you hear me? I can't... Just leave me alone!

...and execute these moves for your best chance at survival.

Now, let's try this again.

[hammering]

JOACHIM: It's getting worse every day.

There's talk of finding shelters

where groups of us

can barricade in the mountains or forests.

Places with super secure setups.

We'd be out of harm's way and less alone.

I've been meaning to ask since this all started.

Have you met someone?

Like...a woman?

[laptop chirps]

[airplane humming overhead]

[laptop dings]

No. I'm married. I left without a word.

Though I have moments where I wanna call her.

That's the worst part. You?

♪ Vanina, please remember ♪

♪ When I'm without you, my life is empty ♪

♪ Vanina, if you forget me ♪

♪ I will surely be alone in the world forever ♪

♪ Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, far away ♪

♪ Van... ♪

Stop! Turn off the engine! Engine off!

[engine stops]

[ominous music]

Hello, sir. Please roll down the window.

- Hello. - Hello.

Sir, I need you to look this way, please.

- Yeah. - You okay?

- Can you look at me, please? - Yes.

The road is blocked. Turn around and take D22.

- Got that? - Yeah, got it. Thanks.

- Good night, sir. - Good night.

[engine starts]

- Hello. - Hi.

Uh, sorry about last time. I didn't mean to upset you.

Right. Well, here's your order.

- That'll be $47. - Yeah, sure.

- I'm gonna have a smoke. - Okay.

[motorcycles revving]

MARGAUX: Shit.

- What's this? - Don't look back. Please.

Start the car.

- Uh... - Just drive.

[engine starts]

[rapid sputtering]

You good?

Was it those guys on the bikes?

Well, yeah, but it's no big deal.

They're just dicks, so I try to avoid them.

You do that often?

- Do what? - Try to avoid people.

Um, no.

Well, yeah, but only as much as everybody else.

You seem like you're avoiding people.

Right?

Mr., uh, Handicapped.

[snickers]

Maybe the bikers are gone.

I'll take you back to work.

I don't know. Now that we're here...

I'm feeling pretty thirsty. I could use a beer.

Hey, make a right. Here.

- Let's go. - In there?

- Yeah. - Go in there?

Uh, I'm not so sure about that.

I guess I can go get the drinks

and bring them back here.

Well, what do you want?

- Uh, you pick. - A beer.

Okay. A beer.

Okay.

- It's cool in here. - Yeah.

Oh, and for the record,

we're only here to have a quick beer and that's it.

I just wanna make that clear up front

so there's no mixed signals or hurt feelings or...

- For sure. - Don't get any ideas, okay?

- Okay. - Good.

[rock music playing, muffled]

[whines]

[music continues]

- Thanks. - Well...

Cheers.

[sighs heavily]

- Can I sit here? - Yeah, go ahead.

Do you ever have the feeling

that the whole world is out to get you?

Uh, yeah, sometimes.

Are you from around here?

Uh, no.

It shows.

People around here are boring.

So am I. But I was born here, so I have the right to say it.

Seriously, everybody in this dead-end town

has all always been boring as hell.

I'd like to get out of here.

It's the same everywhere.

[motorcycle revving]

- MARGAUX: Shit. - Is that them?

- Yeah. - [engines stop]

MAN 1: I might've guessed we'd find her in a dingy dive bar.

- MAN 2: Dingy. - MAN 1: Hey, Margaux!

You've had us worried all night, you know.

Real worried.

MAN 1: The Invisible Woman. Nowhere to be found.

And look where she is.

Chattin' it up in a hole-in-the-wall bar

when she should be making my money.

And you told me you haven't got the cash to pay up.

So why you out here spending money like you don't owe me?

You're gonna get your money back sometime next week.

I told you--

We should be putting you in your place

and still you just keep running your mouth.

- Would ya just calm down? - Shut up! Who's he?

Who are you? Yo, fat boy, you her boyfriend?

Since she ain't got cash,

how about you sell this bum-ass car

and pay off the whore's debts for her?

- MARGAUX: Shut your trap. - I ought to knock you out,

you dumb bitch.

And here comes Humpty Dumpty

looking like a deer in headlights.

Get your wobbly ass out of here before--

[Sultan growling]

[barking]

[electricity zapping]

[body thuds]

[growling]

[Sultan barking]

- [body thuds] - Get in. Get in.

[engine starts]

[engine sputtering]

[panting]

- You owe a lot? - No. Just like four or 600.

So it's not too much. But for me, it's...

[growling]

[tense music]

[Sultan barking]

Hey, stop! Goddamn it! Get off me!

[punch lands]

♪♪

Stop it now!

♪♪

Damn it!

What the...

Holy shit.

[rattling]

[footsteps approaching]

VINCENT: Margaux?

You all right?

- That you, Vincent? - Yeah.

- Where are we? - My dad's place.

You may not remember,

but you attacked me last night.

I did what?

It wasn't intentional, though.

Well, no, I don't remember,

but would you mind opening the door?

Because it's stuck or something

and it won't open for me.

Yes, I will. Of course. I can take you home, too.

But you have to close your eyes.

But-But-But why?

Because if you look at me,

the urge to attack will take over.

It's just too dangerous. So I'm gonna have to cuff you.

- You wanna handcuff me? - Yeah, but don't worry.

It won't be for long.

I'm opening the door now.

- Close your eyes. - Yeah, go ahead.

- They're closed. - Okay.

Just keep them closed and it'll be fine.

[lock clicking]

It's fine. Keep 'em shut.

I--I really don't like this. Is--Is this necessary?

Yes. You can open your eyes after I cuff you.

There. Careful.

Do you cuff people often?

Not by choice.

Well, is the dog nice?

Yeah.

- Have you had it long? - Please don't look at me.

Personally, I wouldn't have picked that name for her.

Sultan. Seems kind of weird.

But, you know, it's funny,

'cause they see you more as a cat person.

Stop talking to me like I'm crazy.

You wanna know why I have a dog?

[emergency brake sets]

You see that guy?

Just watch and see what happens.

- [pounding] - Mister! Please help!

He's nuts! He's nuts!

- VINCENT: Look at me. - [horn honks]

MAN: Back up. Get lost.

- No. - Go on. Look at me. Please.

Thanks, man. No.

Hold on a sec. Look here. Eye contact. Look. Look at me.

- [engine starts] - Come on. Just look at me.

Come on. Come on.

Just wait. You'll see.

[rattling]

[exhales]

[growling]

[barking]

[tense music]

Hey! Hey!

[barking continues]

They're everywhere!

MARGAUX: What the hell? Get us the hell out of here!

Just drive!

[dramatic music]

Aah! Holy shit! Whoa!

Who the hell even are you, man?

I tried to tell you.

That's what happens whenever somebody looks at me.

- Yeah, but... - Do you get it now?

- I mean... - It's fucking crazy.

The look in those people's eyes was totally insane.

Are you telling me

I was trying to kill you like that last night?

Yes. You looked at me and attacked, but you were alone.

- This is new. Holy crap. - This is crazy.

So, where should I drop you?

The parking lot back at Arnold's?

No. No. Let's go to my place.

- [emergency brake sets] - Here.

[clinking]

Thank you.

It's over there.

Mine's the one with the red sails.

You live here?

Oh, yeah.

- On a boat? - Yep.

You coming?

Careful.

Got it.

So, if you want the grand tour,

over there's the kitchen.

And you got the living area on the other side.

Then there's my lovely bathroom.

[Vincent laughs]

Oh, what else?

Over here, when the curtains are closed,

we've got my bedroom.

Do you like it?

Uh, it's--it's orange.

It's a mess.

But, yeah, I inherited her from my grandpa Albert.

It's cool, though, because every month I'm here,

the only things I pay for are docking and storage,

so I can leave whenever I want.

Where have you been?

Um, well, nowhere yet.

- Oh. Should I be cuffed? - No, I'll take them off.

- I'm gonna head out. - Well, hold on. I have wine.

There's a bottle of Burgundy.

Or I have beer and orange juice, too.

Sure. I'll have a beer.

It's not very cold, but here.

This is a really good bottle.

Just need glasses.

[grunts]

Shit.

I'll get you a glass.

There.

Oh. I have cheese.

You want some cheese? I have a platter somewhere.

- I'm not all that hungry. - Here, try some.

Camembert. Sheep cheese. Goat cheese.

[wine pouring]

- All right. - [glasses clink]

- I'm glad you're here. - [chuckles] Here's to you.

Aren't you warm? You wanna take your coat off?

I'm leaving soon.

Ah. Where's my dog?

Sultan!

I'm pretty sure she's out on the dock.

Oh. Uh...

- Hmm? - Here, I'll uncuff you now.

Oh, yeah, I completely forgot.

Here.

- Sorry. - The other side.

- Wait. No, it's... - Excuse me.

- It's too risky. - No, I get it.

Okay.

Wait. First, just...

Okay, just let me...

Up.

Uh...

Sorry. It's weird. Let's try moving.

Maybe we should...

There we go.

- Sorry. - I'm in an awkward position.

I could kill for a smoke.

[chuckles] Well, I have some in my car, you know.

- Really? - Yeah.

- No, don't go. - No, it's fine. Here.

I'll be right back.

[cell phone dings]

[line ringing]

- Hello? - Can you hear me?

- Yeah. You? - Yeah.

Listen. I think I'm finally cured. I'm cured.

You're cured? But how?

Well, first, No one attacks me anymore.

Actually, let me back up.

So, it started when the dog stopped growling.

- Yeah? - That seemed weird to me.

So we went into town.

Then I stared straight at people and nothing happened.

They all just ignored me, like normal.

And you--you looked right in their eyes?

Directly.

Is there anything you did to make it stop?

Nothing. I didn't change a thing.

It's like it's back to the way it used to be.

It's really hard to explain.

And did you tell anyone?

No, no. I wanna see my wife first, talk to her.

- Where are you now? - In front of her house.

I mean, our house.

- Look. - It's nice.

The lights are on. That means she's there.

I haven't seen her in a year.

I'm terrified. What do I even say?

Uh, that doesn't matter. You'll figure it out.

What if she doesn't wanna talk to me?

- What do I do? - Well, hey, hey. Look.

What's most important is that you're there for her now.

You got this.

I have to go. Take care of yourself.

- Okay. - I'll call you.

- You take care. - Goodbye.

- Bye. - And thank you.

[line chirps]

Here's a question.

Have you ever had anyone try to kill you more than once?

No. No.

Are you scared?

- Of you? - Not of me, but...

- I mean, in general. - All the time.

Oh.

I had a dog of my own once.

He was really nice if he knew you.

But sometimes he'd go crazy

and get aggressive with visitors.

He'd attack anyone who stepped through the door.

But Grandpa found a trick.

Whenever the dog would get that look,

lash out and, you know, go crazy,

uh, he'd jam a finger up his butt.

Calmed him right down.

And?

And--Yeah, well, I was thinking, you know,

maybe you should try doing that

to the people who attack you.

Or at least something along those lines.

Let's just see where this goes.

[growling]

[thumping]

[growling]

[Vincent gasping]

[Sultan growling]

[coughs]

[footsteps approaching]

Wait a sec.

- My head hurts a lot. - Let me see.

There's blood.

Do you think this will ever stop?

[Sultan barking]

[man shouting in Dutch]

What's that?

I don't know. It sounds like the Dutch guys next door.

- Who? - These two Dutch guys.

They're a couple who dock their boat further down.

It's gotta be them.

- [shouting in Dutch] - [Sultan barking]

Help me!

- [woman screaming] - [shouting continues]

- VINCENT: Come on. - [woman screaming]

We have to leave. Now!

♪♪

[whining]

[dogs barking in distance]

VINCENT: What is that?

MARGAUX: Holy shit.

- [emergency brake sets] - I'll go see.

Hold on. Wait a sec.

[thumping]

Do you know her?

Don't move.

- Dad, what are you doing? - Quiet!

Don't move.

Come on, Dad. It's me.

- Who's the girl? - Margaux. She's a friend.

- Hello, sir. - Shut up.

Dad, put down the gu--

Just relax. What happened to you?

We just need some gas, but they...

We showed up at the service station

and these men, they burned us and they killed her.

It all happened before I could...

- [sobs] I couldn't. - Just put the gun down.

And then you can tell me what happened.

- [sobbing] - Here you go. Good.

[sobbing continues]

They killed her.

My Jess.

[sobbing continues]

What the hell did we do to them, huh?

What did my Jess ever do to deserve this?

We just wanted to do yoga.

- That's all we wanted. - It's okay. It's okay.

[kisses]

[snoring]

- Where are you going? - To smoke a cigarette.

[kisses]

[cell phone dings]

[eerie music]

[line ringing]

Hello. You've reached Joachim. Leave a message.

[line chirps, ringing]

Hello. You've reached Joachim. Leave a message.

[line chirps]

♪♪

MAN ON RADIO: To recap, we're talking

about unprecedented waves of violence.

- MARGAUX: What's the GPS say? - 93 miles.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs

advises against driving,

recommends postponing all travel and staying home

during this epidemic of violence.

Division reigns even at the top.

The president is expected to speak,

and there's talk of a curfew until things return to normal.

The president is at the Internal Affairs headquarters

to consider all possible options.

We've been discussing an increase in violence,

resurgence of acts of incivility

and senseless aggression.

In minutes, we'll welcome a professor

and author of "The Barbarian in Us,"

exciting new bestseller from an expert

on how we approach confrontation

and the innate need and the authority that we all have.

- [horns honking] - MARGAUX: What do we do now?

[honking continues]

Holy shit. This is nuts.

Uh--Um, can you try backing up?

- No, I can't. It's blocked. - Okay.

Hey, Vince. Take a left over there.

- No. I can't. They're stuck. - You can squeeze in that gap.

Those little bastards.

They're the ones who killed my Jess!

- Dad, calm down. - Screw this!

- Take it easy. Dad. - I have to get out of here!

- Just try to relax. - I've gotta get out of here!

- No! I'm going! - Hey! Dad!

- Dad! - MARGAUX: Hey!

Hey! Where are you going?

- What the hell is he doing? - I don't know.

- I'll be back. Stay here. - Don't go! Vincent!

[dramatic music]

[all yelling]

[yelling continues]

♪♪

Dad.

[screaming and shouting]

Hey.

Get off of him. Stop it. I said stop it, goddamn it!

[car alarms blaring]

Dad!

Dad!

- Dad! - Vincent!

Dad!

Vincent! Vincent!

I can't find him anywhere.

- Who? - My father.

We gotta go. Look around. We can't stay here.

I'm not leaving here without him.

If we stay here, we're gonna die.

- We gotta go. - I can't leave him.

- Let's go! - Look. Nobody's attacking me.

Are you gonna help me find him or not?

Stop fighting me. No one's attacking me anymore.

Listen to me!

[crying] I'm sorry.

[screaming and shouting fading]

We could try heading north.

Right?

What do you think?

Hey.

Vincent?

Wait.

Vincent?

[eerie music]

[Margaux gasping]

[groaning and crying]

Stop!

Stop! [coughing]

[whining]

[gasping]

[fabric ripping]

Hold on.

- What the hell is that? - What?

- Margaux. - Wait.

- MAN: Stay away from here! - Let's go.

- [gunshot] - MARGAUX: Shit.

[gunshot]

[Vincent panting]

Hold on. Hold on.

- What is it? - Nothing. Just wait.

[gunshot]

- [handcuffs clink] - Okay.

Sultan! Come!

Up.

[pensive music]

♪♪

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♪♪

♪♪

[dance-pop intro]

[man singing in French]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[music fades]