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[phone buttons beeping]

[tense music plays]

[buttons beep][line ringing]

[ringtone playing]

[grunts softly]

[phone beeps] [sighs]

[inhales sharply]

[man] Hi, babe.

Dinner's almost ready.

Wha... What...

Where... Where am I?

How did I get here? Where's... my phone?

Where's my phone? Where are my glasses?

[whimpering] [man] Shh, shh, shh.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Calm down.

[tense music continues]

[bell jingling] [indistinct chatter]

Hi, Isaac. [Isaac] You're late.

And you broke the Freezy machine.

It's on the fritz!

[machine squealing, sputtering]

I haven't touched it. Yeah, you did.

If you hadn't, it wouldn't be on the fritz, now, would it?

Okay. I'll take a look.

Hey.

Let's checky-check that gloomy mug at the door, huh?

Better not be greeting my customers

with that sad-sack shit.

[sniffs]

You smell like... failure.

[chuckles]

After you're done with the Freezy machine,

clean up whatever happened in the bathroom, okay?

Devereaux!

I'm watching you.

[door opens, bell jingles]

[engine starts, revs]

[hard rock music plays over vehicle stereo]

[tires squeal, vehicle departs]

[panicked whimpering][man] I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, sorry. Hold on.

Shh. It's okay. It's okay. Shh.

Hold on.

Ch-Charlie? Charlie?

Hi, beautiful.

[woman whimpering]

[Charlie] I'm gonna give you another chance

to remember what we are together.

[humming along to "Walkin' After Midnight"]

♪ I go out walkin' ♪

♪ After midnight... ♪

Stop. [Charlie chuckles]

How long have you been filming me?

[Charlie] None of your business. Keep going.

No.

[Charlie] Okay. Taste-test the sauce,

and if it's the best Bolognese you've ever had,

you give me a song.

Okay.

[Charlie] You are gonna love this.

Okay. All right.

Oh, my G... Ah.

[Charlie] Right? I don't know,

maybe a little too much tarragon.

[Charlie] What?

You owe me a song. You owe me a song.

You're right. It's amazing again.

[woman on video] ♪ I go out walkin' ♪

Untie me, Charlie.

♪ After midnight ♪

Untie me. ♪ Searching for you ♪

- [shuddering] Please. - Nah.

[whimpers][Charlie chuckles]

Charlie, what are you even trying to do?

I decided to forgive you for humiliating me.

Breaking up with me days after

my father threw me off the board was

revealing of your character.

Now, I know I used a little too much tarragon last time.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. There you go.

Hi. As I was saying,

I, uh, know I used a little too much tarragon last time,

but, uh, this time, I practiced restraint.

What is wrong with you?

Might be the best batch yet.

Seriously?

Please? Mm-mm.

Come on. Come here. Oh, no, no.

Open.

There you go. There you go.

There you go.

[panting]

[grunts]

[pained gasping]

You should know I'm not willing to live the rest of my life

wondering what your life is like without me.

What? The only way...

that I can move on... [blade rings]

[gasping]

You know, I hated my father's hunting trips.

Every year, being dragged to some English countryside

to trudge acres of dreary terrain.

[whispering] But...

I grew an admiration for hunters.

The patience and precision it takes to make a kill.

[shuddering] Please.

Even though taking a life at a distance lacks...

a level of intimacy, don't you think?

I mean, the butchering process comes close

if you do it right away.

[woman] Mm-hmm.

[Charlie] To stick your hands

in between the warmth of another creature's organs.

[gasping]

I only know one other time I've ever been inside

another's body.

[gasps] Please.

Oh.

No.

I wouldn't end you with such a barbaric tool.

No.

This is for after.

Because we both know

the most intimate way to end a life requires...

...skin to skin,

heartbeat...

[shuddering breaths]

...to heartbeat...

[shuddering breaths continue]

...touch.

[choking]

You can still change your mind and sing for me.

[humming "Walkin' After Midnight" melody]

Come on. Sing for me.

[straining] I can't.

[continues humming]

Sing for me!

[gasps] Yeah.

Yeah, okay. Yeah, I'm sorry.

I just, uh... I'm still a little woozy

from whatever you gave me.

Um, could I have my glasses, please?

Please?

Can I see you?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for leaving

when things were hard. I...

And you-you didn't tell me why.

I did.

No, you-you didn't. You just left.

Okay. You're right. And I'm sorry.

I've just been so stressed with work at the hospital, you know?

But, um, maybe if-if we talk,

if we go to therapy.

I mean, yeah, that's-that's... that's all I want.

Okay, okay. Yeah.

Yeah, willing to try.

It's been really hard for me.

I know.

I know, Charlie.

Um, can I please look at you in the eyes?

Please?

[knife blade scrapes on table]

[sets down knife]

[chuckles]

[sighs]

[inhales deeply]

[laughs]

Here.

Thank you.

I just want to see you, you know?

Will you sing for me?

Uh-huh. Yeah.

[alarm blaring] [Charlie groaning]

[both grunting]

[suspenseful music plays]

[grunts]

[groaning]

[both grunting, yelling]

[yells] [Charlie groaning]

[grunting fiercely]

[tense music plays]

[Charlie moaning]

[glass crunching]

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

[moaning]

[grunts]

[tense music continues]

[grunts]

[smooth rock music plays]

[music stops]

[bluesy rock music plays]

No, no, you make the caterers get to the boat

two hours before the guests. No later.

Gas grades aren't clear.

They're not clear?

They're not clear. I just pumped 87 into my Beemer

because the markings are all fucked-up and faded.

I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

[scoffs] This is more than an inconvenience.

That is a European

luxury vehicle over there.

It should only sip 91 gas.

I want a full refund.

The gas is already in your car.

That is because you are not running

a professional business establishment.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I can't give you a refund for wrongly pumped gas.

"Wrongly pumped gas"?

That's what you're going with?

What is that smell?

Oh, my God.

This place is fucking disgusting.

There is no way this place is up to code.

I am calling the Better Business Bureau.

I'm gonna have this redneck shithole place shut down.

What'd you say your name was?

I'll give you a refund.

That's what I thought.

[tapping]

It's gonna take two to three business days.

[mocking] "Two to three business days."

With an attitude like that, that's gonna

get you a one-way ticket to fucking nowhere.

Is it okay if I just...

Few of these? Oh, and...

[blows raspberry]

[door opens, bell jingles]

[door closes]

[tense, atmospheric music plays]

[inhales sharply]

[groaning quietly]

[straining]

[jarring, tense music plays]

[grunts, yelps]

Oh, no, no. No, no, no, no, no.

Please.

[panting]

[muttering]

Okay.

Oh, shit.

[beeping]

[line ringing] Come on, come on.

[Charlie] Emily! [line ringing]

[gasps] No, no, no, no, no, no.

Please pick up. Please pick up. Please. Please pick--

[dispatcher] 911. What is your emergency?

Oh, thank God.

Okay, my name is Emily Kasahara.

I've been drugged and kidnapped by my ex, Charlie Bellwick.

I don't know where I am, but I'm somewhere in the forest,

and I can't see anything because I broke my glasses.

Okay. Where is the kidnapper now?

I don't know, but I heard him yell my name, so he's close.

Okay. Well, we're gonna figure out where you are

and get you help ASAP.

Are location services enabled on your phone?

No. I thought that he was using them

to track me, so I turned them off.

That's okay. I have your number, so we can

work with your carrier to determine your location.

Okay. How long until the police get here?

I won't know until we locate your exact position,

but it can take up to an hour to work with your carrier

and local dispatch. What?

Can't you go any faster?

We'll go as fast as we can, Emily.

Okay, well, I can't see anything.

Could you video-call me and guide me to somewhere safe?

Unfortunately, we do not have video capabilities,

and it's against regulations to use our personal devices.

Against regulations? Are you kidding me?

I'm about to get killed.

Emily, can you feel around for a hiding place?

I can't stay in one place, or he's gonna find--

[yelps, grunts] [phone beeping]

[panting] Okay.

Oh... oh, no. No, no, no.

No.

No, no, no. No.

Please, please work. Please, please, please.

Okay.

Um...

Uh...

[line ringing]

[ringtone playing]

[grunting] [machine clanking, whirring]

[burbling]

[machine rattles, then stops]

[ringtone continues]

Hello? [Emily] Hello?

Who is this?

It's Sam. Who's this?

Are you 911?

No. Uh...

Oh, sh-- I'm... I think... I think maybe I, um,

accidentally dialed you earlier.

[leaves rustling] [gasps]

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

What?

Shh!

[quiet, tense music plays]

[rustling]

[soft, gasping breaths]

[cell phone buzzes]

[gasping]

Hello?

[footsteps]

[sighs] Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I think it was an animal.

Oh, my God. I'm gonna go.

No, no, no, no. Wait.

Wait. Can...

Can you do video calls, Sam?

Uh, yeah. Why?

Okay. Listen.

My name is Emily, and I have been kidnapped.

I can't see anything because I broke my glasses,

and all that I know is that I am in the woods somewhere

and my ex is coming to kill me.

What?

Look, I just... I need you to be my eyes for me.

C-Can you... can you do that?

Is this a scam or something? 'Cause--

No. I promise you that this is very real.

If I can't get away from him, he's going to kill me.

[sighs] I don't--

Look, I know that this sounds like nonsense, but please.

Please, will you call me back?

Why-why don't I call 911 for you?

Because I already called them, and their fucking regulations

won't let them video-call me.

They're working to find my location, but, um,

it's gonna take a while, so I just... I have to--

I-I don't think that--

My phone screen is really broken.

If you hang up,

I don't know if I'm gonna be able to make another call.

I-I don't think I'm the person to do this for you. I--

All you need to do is be my eyes for me. That's it.

Please. Look, I need to keep running.

I need to, and I can't do it alone.

If I don't...

If I don't, I--

Okay. Okay.

Okay. Okay, thank you.

So, um,

just-just video-call me back.

Yeah. Uh, I-I'm...

I'm gonna hang up now.

Okay. Thank you.

[sighs] Okay.

[tense, atmospheric music plays]

[deep, shuddering breaths]

Damn it. [sighs]

[pulsing, suspenseful music plays]

[phone chimes]

Oh, thank God. I got worried.

Sorry. I, um, just needed a second.

All right, I need to figure out

which way to go, so can you tell me what you see?

Trees. Yeah. Trees. You're in a forest.

Okay. Uh, is there a clearing in any direction?

Uh, uh, yeah, uh, to your left.

Uh, maybe it'll be faster without the trees.

Great. All right, now, I need you to look behind me

and make sure he's not there, okay?

Okay. Uh...

Wait. Stop.

[whispers] What was it?

I thought I saw something move.

[door opens, bell jingles]

I-I guess it was nothing.

It was nothing. It's just, um...

Okay, um, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I, um... I should... I should... I should probably call

someone else for you, because I just... I just can't.

I can't. No. You're doing great.

Sam, I'm gonna need you to take a deep breath for me, okay?

In... and out. [takes deep breath]

Look, I-I know that this is a lot,

but it's a miracle I got you.

Miracle?

Yes.

A miracle.

Okay.

Can you do another 360?

Yes, I can.

Which way, Sam? Which way?

Okay, stop.

The clearing's to your right.

Right. Okay. Any obstructions?

Um, yeah, there's a-a tree. Step to your left.

Good?

Uh, yeah. Yeah.

Okay, you're at the field now.

Great. What do you see?

Is there a house? Um, a landmark?

- A road anywhere? - Uh...

Um... stop.

I think I see a-a path across the field.

Great. Okay, let's go. Let's go.

Um, there hasn't been any sign of him

for a while, which is good, but, um...

I'll keep doing 360s in case,

and if you see him, you just have to

give me a shout, okay, and I'll just start running.

Oh, it sparkles.

And just make sure that I don't trip on anything.

Hey, um, are you sure I can't

call, uh, family or friend,

have them call you back? What?

No. I haven't memorized a number since middle school.

Uh, it's just I'm at work, and-and I am...

I'm so not good under stress, like...

Can you see your own hands, Sam?

Yeah.

Then you are better-equipped than me.

Right, uh--

Please, listen. Um...

God, I'm so jealous.

Uh, I-I've had shit eyes since I was a kid.

Do you know what they used to called me back then?

Four Eyes?

Nope. They would scream "Missu Golightulee" at me.

What's that?

Bullshit in Breakfast at Tiffany's.

You never saw it?

White actor in yellow face with the taped-back eyes

and, lucky for me, glasses.

Yeah, yeah. I saw clips on YouTube.

It's-it's horrible.

Yeah, I begged my mom for LASIK, but I was too young.

Then when I got older, I chose not to get it,

thinking that people would take me

more seriously as a doctor

if I had glasses on.

Pretty stupid decision in hindsight, huh?

You know, when I was little,

the kids playing Power Rangers,

they would make me be Rita Repulsa.

Oh, wait, is that the evil lady with the staff?

Yeah, and the nickname stuck all the way through high school.

Repulsa was written all over my senior yearbook.

God, kids can be such shit.

Yeah.

But hey, uh, Rita was, like, a...

a badass space witch, right?

Yeah. I guess.

[yells in pain]

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. Let's just, uh...

Are we near the path yet?

Oh, no.

What?

I'm so sorry, Emily.

What is it?

It's not a path.

It's just a fallen tree.

Oh, my God. I'm-I'm so sorry.

How could I have thought that that was a path?

What is... what is wrong with me? I'm so sorry.

[sighs] Nothing is wrong with you.

Okay? It's fine. Let's just keep going.

Okay, but what if... what if I missed sending you a better way?

You didn't lead me back

to the cabin, did you?

No, no, but I--

Hey, it's okay. [sighs]

[Emily groans] What is it?

My wrists are, uh, zip-tied, and I'm losing circulation.

I got to get 'em off.

Zip-tied? Oh, my God.

And I didn't... I didn't even realize.

Okay. Uh, hold on.

Let me see.

Okay, I'm gonna stop for a sec here, so you just have to

check behind me to make sure that he's not here, okay?

Oh, no. What?

[whispers] Is he there?

Did you see him? What? Oh, no.

No, it's just my-my battery's low, but don't worry.

Okay? I have a charger. Jesus. You scared me.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

My phone was fully charged

when I left for my run this morning,

but I have no idea how much I have left now.

[sighs] Damn it.

Maybe if you find me, like, a rock or something,

I could, uh...

[man speaking Russian over phone]

Is that Russian?

Uh, I think so. It's a video.

[bird cawing] [sighs]

[cawing continues]

I never imagined getting murdered

would feel so absurd.

Hey, okay?

No one is getting murdered today.

Now, Sergei says

you need to use your teeth to tighten the zip ties.

[sighs] Sergei says tighten 'em?

Yeah. The tighter they are, the easier they'll snap.

Now, bring your hands down to your knee

as you bring your knee up.

You should probably put the phone down.

Okay.

Okay. Yeah.

Ready?

One. Two. Three.

[screams]

[scream echoes] [growls softly]

[panting] Emily?

Hold on. Hold on. Are you okay?

I will be, as long as he didn't hear me.

Did the ties come off?

Yep.

Yes! Sergei for the win.

Hey, but are-are you okay?

Uh, it cut me up, but there are

no major blood vessels here, so we're good.

Oh, no. You sure it's okay?

Yep. Perks of being an ER doctor.

Okay.

Okay, let's go.

[sighs] Do you see anything else

around here that looks promising?

[sighs]

I don't know. I-I don't... It just...

It all... it all looks the same.

[bell jingles]

[bluesy rock music playing]

[man breathing heavily]

Hey. Uh, if you got lost in the woods

on one of your hunting trips, what would you do?

I wouldn't get lost.

[Sam] Yeah, but if you did.

Hey, we-we got to go. Come on.

One sec. Uh--

Wouldn't happen.

Right, but just... just humor me, dude.

I guess my best bet would be

to find a stream, river.

Chances are it'll lead me to civilization,

if there's any around.

[sighs] Okay.

In my belly.

Hello?

One sec.

Four sixty-five.

Four sixty-five for a dog? That's highway robbery.

Someone might've left their card.

[cash register beeping]

Keep the change.

[door opens, bell jingles]

[door closes]

Please don't come back.

[Emily] What?

Okay, did you hear that? About the water?

Yeah, I heard, but, uh, I left my divining rod at home.

How do we find a stream, Sam?

Hold on. [sighs]

Okay, it says that birds can lead you to water.

That, uh, "in the evenings especially,

following the flight path of birds could lead you to H2O."

Wait. I heard a flock of birds fly above me a few minutes ago.

Okay, great. Uh, which way did they go?

[contemplative music plays] [birds cawing in distance]

I think it's this way.

Okay. Let's go.

[tense music plays]

[Sam] Okay.

Can you do another 360?

No sign of him.

I think we might be safe for a little bit.

Just keep-keep walking, okay?

[sighs]

Damn.

It's starting to get chilly. Where are you?

It's lukewarm and humid here.

You want to trade? Yeah.

Come on over, Sam. Take my place.

Um, I'm in Michigan, I-I think.

Unless he crossed state lines.

Where are you?

[machine squeaks, burbles]

Uh, Florida.

Oh, man.

- Florida, beaches. - Shit.

Do you live near the ocean?

No, uh, Tallahassee is a few hours from the ocean.

Used to, though.

Uh, Jacksonville's a couple minutes from the water.

I loved it.

Why did you move away?

A lot of things.

Yeah.

I can't believe you're a doctor.

You look so young.

Yeah, it's the bane of my existence, Sam.

Even interns make Doogie Howser jokes at me.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

Oh, it's okay. When I'm 70, I'll look 40,

and no one will force me to retire.

Can I, um... can I ask you a question?

Sure.

What pushed you to be a doctor?

My mom is an ER nurse, and she worked crazy hours, too.

So when I was little, I made this vow

that I'd become a doctor

so that I could be in the hospital, too,

and we could spend more time together.

It didn't exactly turn out that way, but, uh,

now I just... I want to work really hard

so that I can give her an easier life, you know?

That's really nice.

Yeah, uh, but...

you know, she...

she hates flying alone, and...

and she kept asking me when I'd be able to take time off work

so that I could go with her to visit my grandma in Japan.

But I never did. I never did, and, uh...

You know, it's, like, the only thing that my mom,

like, ever asked of me ever, and now...

I don't know...

I don't know if I'm gonna, uh...

No. Okay? No.

Um, you're...

you're gonna buy tickets just as soon as you get back.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, no, of course.

[Emily sighs]

You said you were a cashier?

Yeah, yeah, at this-this

really weird gator-themed gas station.

It's a dream career. Hey, well, at least it's--

No. Uh-uh.

No, don't try and make it something it's not.

Okay? It's what was available.

Well, they need cashiers everywhere.

You could go back to Jacksonville,

work at a gas station near the beach.

[toy squeaks] Uh, yeah, yeah, I just, um,

got to take care of a few things first.

How long have you worked there?

Um, few years.

I, uh... I moved back to help my mom.

And then she had some health issues.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, how's she doing now?

She's not. She...

She passed, so...

Oh, I'm so sorry, Sam.

But hey, you know, that-that is admirable

that you stopped your life to help her. I mean,

I'm sure she's really grateful

that you were there for her, you know?

Yeah.

Maybe, yeah.

Wait. Do you hear that?

I hear water.

Can you see anything?

Uh, not yet.

Just keep going, okay?

Okay.

[quiet, tense music plays]

[rummaging]

[thunder crashes]

[Emily] Well, I found a lot of water

but not the kind we're looking for.

[sighs] All right.

See anything?

Uh, not yet.

Wait, wait.

I see it. Okay, there's...

There's a river down below.

Oh, great work, Sam. Yes. Okay.

All right, let's get me down there.

[burbling] Okay.

Hey, oh, um, careful.

It's a drop-off.

Um, let's just find an easier spot,

uh, for you to climb down. [machine grinding]

Okay, okay.

Tell me when you see something, okay?

Son of a bitch.

[phone beeps] What?

No, no, no, no, no.

Sam, Sam, is it still too steep?

Hey, Sam, Sam, is it still too steep here?

Um, just-just hold on, okay? Just--

Yeah?

Um, shit. Just hold on one second, okay?

[Emily screams]

Ah, shit!

Shit. [Emily yelping]

[Emily grunts]

Emily, are you there? Emily, I can't see you.

[panting]

Emily, are you okay?

Oh, God. [Emily groans]

Ah, shit.

Thank God. I can't see you.

I have my earbud, but I dropped my phone.

Where are you? Okay. Okay.

Where are you, Sam?

Um, I'm...

I'm looking away from the river, uh, towards the forest.

[grunts]

Okay, um... God, I'm sorry.

Okay, I was distracted. Okay.

I think I'm going away from the river. Hold on.

[machine burbling] [muttering]

Stay.

[grunts] Do you see me yet? No, not yet.

Can you see any movement?

No.

I think I see some grass or, um...

There's a forest.

I don't quite know.

[grunting, panting]

[machine creaking, sputtering] No, come on.

Maybe if I just...

[machine powers down] [sighs]

Okay.

[music playing in distance] [gasps]

Wait.

[vehicle driving nearby] I hear an engine.

That's great. That's great. Okay, let's go find 'em.

I think he's here.

[shuddering] Oh, no.

Oh, no, no, no, no. I see him.

You're okay.

To your left, to your left.

Yeah, right there. No. Shh, shh, shh.

[engine idling]

♪ I go out walkin' ♪

♪ After midnight ♪

♪ Out in the moonlight ♪

♪ Just hopin' you may be ♪

♪ Somewhere out walkin' ♪ [vehicle door opens, closes]

♪ After midnight... ♪

[shuddering] Shh.

He's right above you.

♪ Miles along the highway ♪

♪ Well, that's just my way ♪

♪ Of saying I love you... ♪

♪ Searching for you... ♪

[suspenseful music plays]

♪ I go out walkin' After midnight... ♪

Okay, he's walking away. He's walking away.

Okay, he walked past the truck.

Uh, I think that he's just, like, going into the woods.

Um, I think it's safe

to just-just go-go... go straight in front of you.

Okay? Go straight in front of you,

and then reach out, okay?

♪ Of saying I love you ♪

♪ I'm always walkin' ♪

♪ After midnight ♪ Careful.

♪ Searching for you... ♪ You're almost there.

You're almost there.

Now just keep going, okay? Just keep going.

You're gonna... you're gonna find me.

[Emily grunting]

Ca-Can you see me?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, I see you.

Thank God. God, Emily, I'm so sorry.

Oh, God, I'm so sorry.

It's okay. It's okay, Sam.

But we got to go.

He's still really close to us, okay?

Okay, so, um... okay, now go to your-your right

and head downriver. Right.

Yes. Just keep going. Okay. Okay.

Uh, c-careful.

Careful. [grunts, gasps]

♪ I go out walkin' ♪

♪ After midnight... ♪

What's... what's that sound?

[grunts] It's me.

It's a video of me he took when we were together.

It's playing from his car.

Why?

Oh, that's Charlie for you.

Always fucking theatrical. [panting]

♪ I walk for miles ♪

♪ Along the highway ♪

♪ Well, that's just my way ♪

♪ Of saying I love you... ♪

Do you see him? Uh...

No, I don't see him near the car.

He's gone. I don't know where he is.

Just head downriver, okay?

That's a good way to go. [hisses in pain]

No.

What?

We're going back up.

No, just keep going downriver.

Let's go. Nope, we're gonna get his car.

What? No, we can't drive a car.

We have to. Emily!

[grunting] Emily!

[panting]

I'm up. I'm up.

Where's his car?

Are you sure about this? Okay.

He could be back at-at any minute,

and then we should just keep heading

downriver, just-- We can't outrun him, Sam.

Yeah, but there's... there-there is...

there's no way that I'm gonna be able to-to help you drive.

You know, just, what if--

Sam, where is his car?

[sighs]

Right.

Go right.

Okay, you're headed towards the driver's side.

Just keep walking.

Turn left for the door.

Reach out.

Did he leave his key in the ignition?

Yeah.

Yes! What a fucking fool.

He's here.

He's here. Duck.

Start the engine. Go. Wait.

Is he coming towards us from the front?

Yeah, yeah. Start the car.

Tell me when he's back right in front of us.

What? Why?

If something happens, I don't want him coming after me again.

We have the advantage now.

Let's just... let's just stop him for good.

What are you gonna do? Are you gonna try and run him over?

No, let's just go, okay?

Tell me when he's here.

Oh, my God, Emily.

Is he there?

Not yet.

Now? No.

[tense music plays]

Now!

[engine starts]

[energetic, suspenseful music plays]

Oh, my God, you got him! Yes!

Wait. Stop. Brake! Brake!

[tires squeal]

Emily!

[panting] Emily!

[steam hissing]

[Emily groaning, panting]

[neck cracks] Emily, are you okay?

Hello?

We got him, right?

Yeah. Yeah. Are you okay?

I mean, I'm alive.

[groans] Nothing's - fractured. - Okay.

Where are you?

Uh, uh, it flew onto the floor.

To your right. To your right.

[panting] Did we kill him?

I don't know.

Here, look.

I can't see him.

I can't... I... Let's go.

Emily! Okay, okay.

We got to go. [engine starts]

Sam.

It-it's stuck, Sam. It's... Fuck, it's stuck!

Shit! What's stuck? What's stuck?

Sam, the car, the car is stuck.

What do we do? Oh, no.

Shit. I don't know.

[panting]

[engine shuts off]

What-what's going on?

Sam, do you see anything sharp?

Uh...

No? Uh, no.

How about here?

Uh...

I don't... I don't see anything. Oh, wait, there.

There's, uh, a piece of mirror on the ground.

Tell me when you see it.

It's right there, right in front of you.

Reach out. Be careful. Careful, it's sharp.

You got it? Yeah.

Why-why... What are you--

Do you see him?

Um... um...

Uh, uh...

Just keep going around the car.

Do you see him now? He's there.

There, on your left.

Um, he's on the ground.

Direct me to him, Sam.

Emily, what are you doing?

Let's go, okay?

Just go. I need to know if he's dead.

[tense, atmospheric music plays]

He's still breathing.

[panting] Okay.

I'm gonna end this now.

Emily, what are you doing?

You have no idea what this man has put me through, Sam.

Emily, this isn't you, okay?

No, I don't... I don't know, but let's just go, okay?

If he just left me alone, none of this would've happened.

No, but don't do it, Emily.

Whatever you do, don't do it. Just...

I can get you out of here. I got you, okay?

Let's just get out of here. Emily...

Emily, he's moving. Please.

Emily, Emily.

Emily, please. Emily. [Charlie groaning]

[Emily panting]

Emily, he's moving. Please!

Okay.

Okay. Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[sniffs] You're right.

But I'm keeping this just in case, okay?

Okay. Okay. Now...

Which way? Which way?

Um, uh, let me see.

Okay, let's, um...

T-To your right, okay? Just keep going straight.

It's clear for a while. We'll just... we'll walk

above the river, okay? Okay.

He looked really hurt. We're safe for now.

Just keep going.

[sighing] Okay.

[phone dings]

Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

What did you say?

Emily, uh...

Emily, I'm gonna have to, uh...

What? Ah, shit.

Uh, I'm gonna have to start making some calls.

To do... to do what, Sam?

To find another phone.

I broke mine. I can't charge it anymore.

What do you mean, you broke your phone?

It snapped. I-- When?

Earlier. You fell, and then he--

So, why didn't you tell me earlier?

Why didn't you tell me when I fell?

Emily, the charger broke off on the phone,

and now it-it's stuck, okay?

How could that even happen?

I... I don't know. Oh.

Oh, shit, there's a stump.

Step.

Okay.

Is there somebody at your work who can lend you a phone?

Uh, no. No, I'm alone.

A friend that can bring you one?

Shit. No, let me think.

Let me think. Let me think.

Oh, fuck.

Um...

No, no. [vehicle approaching]

[rock music plays on car stereo]

♪ She'll put you Under her spell ♪

♪ 'Cause she's Batshit crazy...♪

[indistinct chatter]

Shit.

[tense, atmospheric music plays]

[inhales sharply]

[grunts]

♪ She'll send you Straight to hell... ♪

Shit.

[rock music continues over car stereo]

Hey, uh, Emily.

Okay, quick, give me your number.

Did you get a phone?

I will in a sec, okay, but if my phone dies,

I need your number. Okay.

Eight, one, zero, one, four, seven,

zero, one, eight, five.

Eight, five. Okay.

All right. Got it.

Okay. My eyes might have to leave you

for a second, okay, so be careful.

I'm gonna try and borrow this woman's phone.

Oh, no, Sam, Sam. What?

Sam, I hear footsteps.

He's already caught up.

No. Already? Okay, show me.

No. Not the '98.

He was saving that for the mayor's gala.

The '03 Château Margaux.

I'm not sure. I'm not sure.

Hey. Excuse me. Excuse me.

You were so rude earlier that I left my Amex.

Um, just give me a moment, okay?

Absolutely not.

I am missing my fête de yacht

because of you, because of how rude you were.

You probably don't speak French, but that means "yacht party."

Okay, just give me one second, okay?

There is a woman who is about to get murdered.

What kind of crack are you smoking?

Shit!

Shit, Emily! He's headed straight for you, okay?

Turn around! Go! Go! He has a gun!

[panting] Which way? He's headed straight for you!

Excuse me. Turn around! Turn around! Go!

Excuse me. Excuse me. Go! He's got a gun, Emily!

Straight. Straight. Yeah, stop. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me, I'm standing in front of you.

[gasps] I'm a customer.

A paying customer. No. No, no. No, no.

No! What could be more important

than what-- Hey! No! Emily, no!

Sam?

Sam, Sam, Sam.

[footsteps nearby]

[Carol] Excuse me.

[snaps fingers]

Hey. Go get my card.

Hey. Can-can-can I use your phone, please?

You think I'm gonna let you touch this? Ew. No.

Please. There... there is a woman.

I answered her call today--

All of this, I don't give a shit about, okay?

Just scurry back into your cage and get me my card.

[ringtone plays] What now?

Please.

Please. [snaps fingers] Go.

Well, just slow down.

Oh, that... that is bullshit.

Oh, fuck wind speed. You tell that driver

he is not weaseling out of this just to keep our deposit.

[speaks French, scoffs]

You're a... [speaks French]

Do you know what that means? That's "shithead" in French.

Cut off some of the Williams Sonoma cheese,

but don't eat any

until I get back.

I'll be there in ten.

[Carol yelps]

Little bitch! Fucking...

[screaming]

[panting] Okay.

Fucking trailer trash cunt!

Give that back to me now!

Eat all the Williams Sonoma cheese you want.

[Carol panting] [phone beeps]

[tense, atmospheric music plays]

[footsteps]

[footsteps continue]

You know, in the wild,

there are these, uh, pack hunters.

Animals that rely on others to live.

But, you see, I have always seen myself--

Shut up!

Shut the fuck up!

I am so sick of your blah,

blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!

No one wants to hear you talk, Charlie.

I mean, you think of yourself as

this modern-day alpha male philosopher?

Well, you're just a spoiled,

rich trust-fund kid that parrots back bad TED Talks.

Yeah! They're bad!

I called 911.

They have your name.

They're tracking my location,

and they're on their way right now.

What, are you still gonna go through with this?

You're gonna get caught, Charlie.

Sure.

But there's a difference between getting caught

and being convicted.

You don't get to do this to me

and get away with it.

[Emily gasps]

[tense music plays]

Now, what do you have to say for yourself?

I don't care, Charlie.

I don't care.

Kill me if you want, but you,

you do not get to murder me and play the victim.

I am the victim.

Are you kidding me?

No, the victim of your abandonment.

Neglect. My--

After I gave you everything.

The romantic surprises,

the trips, the emotional support.

Are you forgetting the jealousy?

Are you forgetting the stalking?

The holes in my wall? The bruises?

Well, you pushed me there.

Look, how am I supposed to feel

when you would rather spend 100-hour weeks

with disgusting sick people than with me?

But you're so addicted to the validation

that you get at work-- I am not.

What you will never understand, Charlie,

is that some people do things

for other things besides validation.

I work my fucking ass off so that my mom

can have a better life. Your mom?

It's not for your mom!

God, how many times did I see you ignore her calls?

You see, the truth is, Em--

Do not call me that.

You've convinced yourself that you work so much

to be a good daughter,

but it actually makes you a fucking horrible one.

A horrible daughter

and a completely neglectful partner to me.

[sniffles] This is what you do, Charlie.

You find what hurts in people,

and then... and then...

and then you use it like a weapon.

Doesn't mean I'm wrong.

[panting]

[gasps]

[Charlie growling] [gasping]

[both grunting]

Stop.

No! Stop!

[screams]

[splashing]

Fuck!

Hey, fuck. I want my fucking phone back, you bitch.

For the last time, it's an emergency.

Whose fucking emergency is it?

It's not my emergency.

My emergency is that you took my fucking phone!

I'm not afraid of you.

All right.

You want a fucking war?

You got one.

You better start fucking praying.

[bell jingles] [wind whistling]

[sighs]

Okay.

Fuck. I thought it was in this one.

No, no, no, no, no.

[gasping]

[tense, pulsing music plays]

[muttering]

Nobody does this to me.

[sighs]

[bell jingles]

[tense, rhythmic music plays]

Where are you, you gator fuck?

[trembling breaths]

Come out, come out.

You hiding from me? Shit. Shit.

Got a little surprise for you. Okay.

Don't shoot, okay?

I can't afford to get shot. I don't have insurance.

You deserve a bullet for putting your filthy hands on my phone.

That case costs more than you make in a year.

It's 24-karat gold. Now, hand it over.

Okay. Now!

No, not on the f--

You fuck! [groans]

[lock clicks]

[sighing] Okay. Okay.

Okay.

What? What does it say?

[gun fires] [yelps]

[shuddering breaths]

[tense, building music plays]

[music crescendos]

[gasps]

[bell jingles]

Call Hubby Wubby.

Fuck. Okay.

[panting, muttering]

[whimpers, grunts]

[coughing, gasping]

[screams]

[sharp, gasping breaths]

[panting]

[phone beeps] [automated voice] We're sorry.

Your call cannot be completed. Okay.

Eight, one, zero,

one, four, seven, zero, one, five, five.

[line ringing] Okay. Uh...

[fax machine answer tone blaring]

Man, what the hell? Okay, um...

Three, eight. Three, eight.

Okay. Okay.

Call. Okay. [line ringing]

Okay. Okay. [phone clicks]

[man on phone] Yello?

[sighs] Seriously?

Eight, five.

[line ringing]

Please, please, please, please, please, please, please.

[Emily panting softly]

[ringtone playing quietly] [gasps softly]

[straining]

[phone chimes] [Sam] Emily?

Sam? [relieved chuckle]

You found a phone.

Thank God. Are you okay? Not great.

I lost my earbud.

Um, can you get up? Okay, we got to go.

We got to do the 360, okay?

It's dark.

Now we both can't see.

Yeah, I can... I can...

I can still spot his flashlight, though, right?

I'm just gonna lay here until he finds me.

No, your phone, it has a flashlight.

I can walk you through, uh, turning it on, okay?

You're just gonna--

That would just make it easier for him to spot me.

Okay. Okay.

So, um... so, what are we gonna do?

Hey.

- Sam? - Yeah?

None of this is your fault, okay?

I asked you to do a pretty impossible thing.

And I'm sorry.

No, Emily. No, no, no, no, you can't, okay?

I need you to call someone for me.

Can you do that, Sam? No. No, let's just...

Let's keep going, right? Let's keep going.

Call the landline and put it on speaker.

No, let's just go. Okay? Let's just go.

The number is...

eight, one, zero, one, two, six,

zero, one, nine, seven.

Hey. I thought you hadn't memorized any numbers

since middle school.

Yeah, well, sometimes it's easier

to show a stranger how much you fucked up.

Please...

don't make me ask you again.

[line ringing]

[woman on phone] Hello?

[Emily sighs]

Hi, Mom.

[mom] Em, what's this number you're calling from?

My friend's phone. Is everything okay?

[voice breaking] I'm sorry.

For what? I...

You were right, and I should've listened to you,

and I'm... I'm sorry that I got mad at you.

What has he done to you?

[Emily] Deep down, I think that I knew

that you were right, but I indulged anyway.

[mom] Em, where are you?

[Emily] I'm sorry that I didn't come see you more.

That I didn't take off work.

[Emily sobbing]

I always made excuses.

[mom] I'm going to come get you.

Just tell me where you are.

[crying] I love you so much, Mom.

Tell me where you are, Em.

[Emily] I'm sorry.

Thank you for everything. Thank you for...

for making me strong, and I'm sorry.

[mom] Emily, tell me what's going on.

This is probably the last time that we're gonna...

A light.

Emily.

Emily, there's a light.

A light went on behind you, okay?

It could be a house.

[mom] Em, what's happening?

[Sam] We can get to it. It's not far.

[groans] I don't know.

Just get up, okay?

Just get up.

I can barely stand now, Sam.

Emily.

You know how... [sighs]

You know how you said that you're sure...

you're so sure that my mom was happy

I was there with her when she passed?

Yeah.

I wasn't there.

Okay, I needed... I needed a break.

I needed a break from her and from her sickness,

and so I went out and I got drunk,

and I left and...

By the time I got back home, I...

Shit.

I left her, and she...

died, okay?

And I wanted to leave you tonight, too,

so bad, okay?

I was... scared.

But you, you asked me to stay.

Okay? So I stayed, right?

And now what? What?

You're just gonna... you're gonna give up?

No, no. No, you are not allowed, okay?

You, you are not allowed to give up.

[mom] Em, who is that?

[sniffles, chuckles]

It's Sam, Mom.

Who's Sam? She's my friend.

Oh. Then listen to Sam.

Goddamn it, get up. Em, get up!

Just get up.

[crying] I can't.

Get up.

[mom] Get up. [Sam] Emily, you can do it.

He's gonna find me no matter what I do.

He's gonna... he's gonna find me.

[Sam] No, no. Emily, I'm not gonna leave you.

Just get up. [mom] Come on, honey. Get up.

Okay, you just... you just have to get up.

Okay? I am right here. I didn't leave.

I'm right here.

Okay? Go. Just get up.

Just get up, please.

Is there really a light? [crying]

Yes, yes, yes. [mom] You can do this, okay?

Listen to your friend. She's gonna help you.

Just come home.

I think maybe I see it.

[Sam] It's there. Okay, trust me.

Okay.

Okay, Sam.

Lead me to the light.

[mom] Yes! Honey, go.

You can do it.

[Emily groaning]

[pained grunting]

[tense music plays]

[Emily] Sam?

[Sam] Yeah, we're almost there. Just keep going.

I see it. Right up ahead.

What is it? It's a barn.

Okay, let's see if there's a house nearby. Scan.

Okay.

Shit.

I see his flashlight. Turn around.

Get in the barn.

Straight. It's in front of you.

[panicked gasping]

All right, what do you see?

I need a weapon.

Uh, I see hay, shelves,

some-some sort of chemicals,

um, uh, uh, stairs going up.

What, no pitchfork? Axe? Gun?

No. No, not yet.

God. What else is there?

[rousing classical music playing outside]

What is that?

[classical music continues]

What the fuck?

[classical music fades]

[ominous music plays]

[Emily] Sam, what's wrong?

Sam.

He's close.

What are we gonna do?

Sam, are you there? Hello?

Shit.

Okay. You need to hide. Okay.

All right, which way? Anything look good?

Um, go to your... go to your right.

Your right, behind that shelf.

[door banging]

Sam? Hello?

Is there anything here?

Hello? Sam.

Holy shit. What?

[tense music plays]

Oh, God. What happened? What happened?

[whimpering]

[grunts, pants]

Let us in, little bitch.

Go away!

Sam, what is happening over there?

Open this fucking door!

There-there is a couple here,

and, well, they... they have guns.

What do you... what do you mean, they have guns?

I took this woman's phone

to call you, and... Let us in!

...her and her husband, well, they are not

happy about it, okay?

You ruined my fête de yacht!

Oh, my God. [Carol] You will pay for that!

[Emily] Sam, if they have guns, you have to call the police.

No, no, no, no. I really... I really did steal the phone,

so, um, you know, if, uh... if I call the police,

they're gonna come and they're gonna...

they would take it away from me.

I need you safe first.

Move back. Okay, baby.

[alarm blaring] Oh, shit.

Sam.

What happened? What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?

I just, um... Uh, why don't you, uh,

keep showing me the shelves, okay?

Just show me the shelves.

Okay.

Okay. Anything here?

No, no, no. Nothing.

Give me the phone.

Give her the phone back! Give us the phone!

You want to catch one right between the eyes?

[laughing, indistinct chatter over phone]

[man] Give her the fucking phone back!

[Carol] Give us the phone!

[yells] Look at you, you fucking ugly piece of shit!

Sam.

What is this?

Uh... [man] Give me the phone.

[Carol] Do you hear him, bitch? Give him the phone!

[man] Give me the phone.

I have an idea. [tires squealing]

[heavy metal music blaring over truck stereo]

[muffled shouting inside]

[Isaac] What in God's green fuck is going on here?

Hey! [indistinct shouting]

I own this establishment, you sons of-- Whoa.

[whimpering]

Your cunt employee

snagged my new phone, and I want it back now!

Uh, uh, m-my deepest apologies.

N-N-N-Now! Get up! [Isaac] Okay. All right.

Yes, ma'am. [whimpers]

She's been nothing but a nuisance.

I never should've hired her.

Now!

Yes. [chuckles nervously]

[whimpers]

Devereaux!

Open up now.

Ready?

I think so.

Devereaux! [Carol] Stupid redneck.

You can't even control one employee?

I'm so sorry, ma'am. Let's go!

Okay. All right. Hey, Devereaux, I'm calling the cops.

Your ass is going to jail!

[man] Sometime today. Come on! [Isaac] Hello?

I got some trash

that needs taking out.

[whispering] Sam, he's gonna hear

all the noise coming from over there.

Hey, ball sack, let's go!

Sam, you got to stop the noise. Open up. Open up now!

You better get in there right now!

I want this bitch!

[yells] Fuck it!

Let's go!

He's gonna hear.

I know, I know, okay?

I got to think. I got to think. [Carol] Motherfucker!

What the... Come on, asshole. [Sam] Okay, okay, okay. Okay.

Get in there. Okay. Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

[yells] [Sam gasps] Okay.

Okay, okay. Okay.

Yeah, yeah. Okay.

- I can mute myself. - What?

But-but how will I know when it's time?

No, no, no. I will send you a text when he's in the spot.

You'll hear a ping.

But what if he doesn't go to the spot, Sam?

I can't know what's happening

if you can't talk to me. Hey, hey. We just have to trust

that it's gonna work. But-but-but...

Just, I have to mute myself, okay?

[yells]

- No. - This is gonna work.

It's gonna work, okay?

He is not gonna beat us. [Carol] Come on, get in there!

Open the fuck up!

[yelling continues over phone]

Sam.

Oh, G-- [audio mutes]

[panting]

[tense music plays] [growls]

[tense music pulsing]

[Isaac yells] [Carol] There you go.

Get in there. We're coming for you.

That's right!

[Sam] Come on, come on.

[tense music continues]

[tense music continues]

[music builds]

[music quiets]

[breathing heavily]

[phone dings]

[Sam gasping] [Isaac yelling]

Get him, Emily!

[yells]

[screaming]

Yes! Yes!

[yells]

[Sam] Get him, Emily! Push him over the edge!

Push him harder! Go!

Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes!

Push him! Harder! Push him!

[growling]

No! No!

Emily. Emily.

No!

Emily, no. No, no.

[yells]

[Isaac] Back here, guys.

That's the bitch. That's the piece of trash.

Take it out.

[indistinct, overlapping yelling]

Open the door!

[Emily gasping, groaning over phone]

[Sam] No!

[distorted] Open the door. [pulsing, tense music plays]

Emily!

Emily, use the--

[growling]

[music slows]

[distorted voice speaking indistinctly]

[voice distorted]

The mirror's in your pocket! Use the mirror!

[grunting]

[gurgling]

[intense, dramatic music plays]

[gurgling]

[yells]

[body thuds] [music stops]

Yes!

Emily, you did it! Emily, you did...

you did it, you did it!

[Emily breathing shakily]

[panting]

[Sam] Emily!

[laughing] Emily, you did it!

Yes.

[sighs] Sam.

[phone beeps]

[breathing deeply]

[man] Give it up. Let's go!

[sighs] Hands up! Let's see your hands!

She's coming out.

Keep those hands where we can see 'em.

Get ready to go.

[gasps]

[soaring music plays]

[siren wailing]

[voice muted]

[voice muted]

[music stops]

[Sam sighs]

[line ringing]

Hey! Hey.

Oh, wait. Mom, Mom, say hi.

It's Sam. Hi, Sam.

Hi, Yuko. [Yuko] Can you please get Emily

to fold her clothes a little faster

so we don't miss our flight?

[Emily] I'm almost done.

Anyway, what's up?

Um, so I wanted to tell you

I'm gonna try and go back to school.

Hell yes, Sam.

That is what I'm talking about. Yes!

Yeah, it's, um, terrifying, but I'm...

I'm excited.

And I was just wondering, um,

could I take you up on your offer

to help me with my application?

Look over my essay?

Oh, my God, of course.

I would love to.

Yeah, just send it to me whenever you're ready.

Okay. I will.

Oh, I've been meaning to ask you,

who were you trying to call last month, anyway?

I was just trying to order a pizza, I think.

Pizza? Really?

Wow. Love that a wrong pizza number saved my life.

Me, too. [phone chimes]

Oh, oh, Lyft is here. Lyft is here.

Okay, we got to go. Okay. Enjoy your trip.

Thank you. And hey, I am coming to visit you after, okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'd love that.

Okay. Bye. Bye.

[phone beeps]

[sighs]

[light, hypnotic music plays]

[engine starts]

[energetic rock music plays]

♪ Give them hell ♪

♪ Give them hell ♪

♪ Give them hell ♪

♪ Give them hell ♪

♪ Get your hands off of me ♪

♪ I'll scream so loud ♪

♪ Your eardrums will Rattle for days ♪

♪ Of course you'd have a gun ♪

♪ You creep, you wouldn't ♪

♪ Last in a fight Any other way ♪

♪ I had so many plans ♪

♪ And none of them had Anything to do with you ♪

♪ Gonna fight With all that I've got♪

♪ Because I have Nothing else to lose♪

♪ I'm fighting for my life ♪ [voices muted]

♪ We are fighting For our rights♪

♪ Fought so hard, I was all tied up ♪

♪ Eyes blindfolded With duct tape♪

♪ Still threw myself Out the window♪

♪ Because fuck you ♪

♪ You won't get away with it ♪

♪ Give them hell ♪

♪ Give them hell ♪

♪ He had such a handsome face♪

♪ They said his smile looked Just like a movie star♪

♪ Don't be a bitch, girls ♪

♪ Learn to be polite ♪

♪ 'Cause that's what Will get you far♪

♪ It's such a beautiful place ♪

♪ How could anything So horrible happen here?♪

♪ Perfect time to remind you ♪

♪ That this shit happens All the time everywhere ♪

♪ We're gonna give them hell!♪

♪ Give them hell ♪

[song ends]