All language subtitles for The Girl i

Hello? Hello!

Hello?

I'm returning a rental.

Is there anyone here?

Anyone!

Hello?

Oh, come on!

All-night service, my ass.

You've reached Sunset Rentals.

Your call is important to us

and we will be
with your shortly.

Fuck this shit.

Hello?

Ah! Hello? I'm in the back!

Help!

911 emergency, please
state the nature of...

- I'm trapped in a trunk.
- All right.

- Please, help me.
- Calm down please, ma'am.

Did you lock yourself in?

No, no. I've been
taken, as in kidnapped.

All right, but you have
your phone with you?

How else could I be calling you?

Okay, ma'am, okay.

I'm gonna ask you
to please stay calm.

I am calm.

And it's miss.

Please, help me.

We're trying our best.

Meanwhile, what else
can you tell me?

Do you know what
kind of a car it is?

A sedan, I guess. I don't know.

And the colour?

I can't tell. It's dark.

A dark sedan.

No, as in dark on the inside.

Is that supposed to
be a joke, ma'am?

On the 911 call?

What? No, no! I'm not joking!

I'm sorry, I'm just scared!

Do you know the
man who took you?

Have you seen him before?

No.

I didn't even see him now.

Okay.

And what is your name, ma'am?

Amanda, Miss Amanda Jennings.

Are you still there?

Okay, so far your
track shows you

somewhere north of
Houston, non-specific.

We should go over the
confined-in-trunk checklist.

- There's a checklist?
- For everything, ma'am.

First, check if there's

an emergency trunk
release in the car.

A what?

All newer vehicles have them.

It should be a small
phosphorescent plastic handle

with a clearly
marked "exit" symbol.

I don't see it, no.

It should be on
the lid somewhere.

No, it's not here.

Uh, maybe he took it out?

- Yeah.
- Try pressing firmly upwards

with your hands or
feet on the trunk lid.

I already fucking did this!

I'm gonna encourage
you to just take

a few deep breaths, please.

Good.

You're under a lot of stress,

but we're doing all
we can to get you out.

All police in your area
have been notified.

They're all looking for
you, Amanda, all right?

Okay. Thank you.

So we should start
working on your profile.

Where were you when the
abduction took place?

- Houston.
- All right.

Perhaps a little more specific?

Uh, a car rental place.
Sunset-something, I don't know.

Somewhere downtown.

All right, and where
did you come from today?

Dallas. I'm from Dallas.

Uh-huh.

And when will you be going back?

I won't.

As in...?

Never. I'm not
going back, okay?

Understood. And
what about the car?

What about it?

Shouldn't it be
returned to Dallas?

No, it's a one-way rental.

You pay a fee and then you
can drop it off wherever.

Oh, I see. Clever.

Yeah, I guess so.

Have you received threats
of any kind lately, Amanda?

Anyone who might wish you harm?

No, I... No.

What else can you tell
me about yourself?

About myself?

I'm the girl in the
trunk, remember?

Amanda, I'm just looking
for the big picture here.

The big picture.

I work in a bank, always
have. Management track.

I live alone. Have
friends, but not many.

I love sushi and long
walks on the beach.

Big enough?

It'll do.

But let me just
clear something up.

You're saying you
left Dallas today

with no intention
of going back, ever.

Does anyone know where you are?

No.

Could you describe your
clothing for me, please?

My clothing?

Your clothing.

What are you wearing, Amanda?

What am I wearing?

Is this a fucking
dating hotline?

It's for your profile.

A dress. A white
goddamn wedding dress.

A wedding dress?

Amanda...

are you running
away from something?

What the fuck is this?

You must be the worst goddamn
911 operator in the world!

Well, how many have
you actually talked to?

Fuck you, I want to talk
to your supervisor, now!

I'm sorry, Amanda.

It's just me.

You're not really...

a 911 operator, are you?

Well, I guess that
depends on the definition.

You did call 911,

and I am definitely
operating the line.

On the other hand,
anyone with root access

to someone's phone and a laptop

could technically
be a 911 operator.

How are you feeling, Amanda?

My head hurts like
a motherfucker.

That would be the chloroform.

It'll pass in about
an hour or two.

Who are you?

And what do you want from me?

What? Are you worried that
I'll chop you into pieces

and put you in the freezer?

Or lock you up in my basement
for the next 20 years?

I'd be worried about that too.

So, ma'am...

what's in Dallas that you so
badly want to get away from?

It's miss.

Help!

What are you doing?

Give me that.

Oh, look at this.

Why would you go
and do that, Amanda?

Now you'd better stay put now.

And quiet, you got it?

- You all right there, friend?
- Sure!

Sure, just a little bit of...

Car trouble?
Y'all need a hand?

Nah, I'm all right. Thanks.

It's all good. Oh,
actually, you know what?

You wouldn't happen to
have a rope or something?

This damn thing
won't close right.

Hang on.

Thanks, buddy.

Quietly.

Will this do?

Perfectly.

All right, let's see...

There we go.

How much do I owe you?

Oh, nothing.

No, no, I insist.

Why don't you hang on a minute.

Hey, partner.

You got something
whacking around in there.

That's nothing.
Don't worry about it.

Sure don't sound like nothing.

You run something over?

Yeah.

Yeah, something.

It ain't right keeping an
animal trapped like that.

Amen to that.

You ought to make
sure them road kills

be good and dead
before loading them up.

Give them a good
whacking, you know?

Thanks. That's a
good suggestion.

I might do just that.

Y'all need some help?

I got a good ol' shiny
crowbar back here.

No, thanks. I'll manage.

Well, it's a free country.

No! no! Please, don't leave!

That's not an animal!

I think you're right.

Please help me!

What in God's
name is all this?

No, no!

You sure did it now, Amanda.

No!

No! No! Please! No, no!

No, please! Don't!

Please, don't kill me!

Are you all right
there, Amanda?

I apologise for the rough ride.

We had to move quick,
and I didn't feel like

getting back on the
interstate just then.

It's okay, I understand
if you're pissed.

But I feel we should
probably talk about

what happened back there.

'Cause I didn't want that.

Not at all.

Contrary to what you might
reasonably believe...

I'm not really a
violent man, honestly.

You made that necessary.

Okay?

Do you understand that?

It's...

you know, consequence.

That's the word I'm looking for.

Amanda?

All right, let's... Let's
not talk about it, then.

Bygones be bygones and all that.

And I understand, you
had to try, right?

No hard feelings.

Fuck you!

Yeah, thanks, but no thanks.

Let's just be friends, okay?

Why don't we try something
more conversational?

You see, I'm really
dying to know

what the hell the deal
is with that dress.

Who rents a car and drives
around dressed up like that?

What do you say?
Between friends?

You're not my friend.

How about a trade, then?

You tell me in
return for something.

What? You're gonna let me out?

Uh, no.

Well, then you have
nothing I want.

You know, that's
not entirely true

if you think about it.

Nothing comes to mind.

No?

How about the code for
that phone of yours?

Okay.

- Tell me.
- Now, dear,

that's not how this works.

The story first.

Of course.

Ah, yes. Trust.

It's a dead end, then.

Well, I digress anyway.

Where was I?

Consequences, blah, blah...

Thank you. Yes, consequence.

Or causality, you might say.

The fact that action
leads to reaction.

A consequence.

You leave the water running,
your house gets flooded.

You use your birth year as
a password on your phone,

and someone might guess, right?

Or maybe you drop a plate
on the kitchen floor

and your father locks
you in the basement

with the lights out.

Right?

- Right?
- Right.

Or maybe

you scream and holler after
you've been told to shut up...

and someone gets killed.

Or how about,

you're a crazy psycho
who kidnaps someone

and then spends
the next 40 years

getting his face fucked
in federal prison?

That's exactly what I mean.

You get it.

Well, how about this last one?

You damage someone's
car for no damn reason,

and with no consideration at all

of how expensive a trunk
lock is to replace...

What? You want to punish
me for the fucking car?

Punishment. Yes.

Pure manifestation
of consequence.

The price you pay, so to speak.

But also a deterrent from
further transgressions, right?

What do you want to do to me?

Oh!

Oh, I see what you're thinking.

Penetration.

Any woman's worst nightmare.

I don't know why,
really. I should think

there'd be plenty worse
things that could happen.

But then again, I'm no woman.

As I was saying, I
don't really know

if I'd have the stomach
for that sort of thing.

But I did bring a friend who
generally likes nothing better.

Hang on.

Okay, here we are.

It'll be just a moment.

He's a little shy. Come on.

He's a striped bark scorpion.

Oh, shit!

Endemic to our great
state of Texas here.

Fuck! Please, just
get him out of here.

Don't worry too much, though.

The sting is only
occasionally fatal,

unless, of course, you
have an allergic reaction.

In which case, medical
assistance gets important.

Very painful,
though, in any case.

Something about neurotoxins

that can cause paraesthesia
and muscle spasms.

You have to love
Wikipedia, right?

Apparently they're
also social critters.

I'm not entirely sure
what that entails,

but I'll leave the two
of you to find out.

What do you want? My
story about the dress?

Well, yeah. If
you want to share.

Okay. Yes, I do. I do. I ran.

I ran from my own
wedding. I ran, okay?

- You ran?
- Yeah.

I was there with all the guests

and the music and the gifts
and the fucking dress!

And I just realized that
none of it was for me.

It was all for my dad and
his friends! So I just ran.

You couldn't have just
not gotten married?

No!

Why the drama and
the one-way rental?

Too late when you're
already cutting the cake!

And you don't
understand my father.

I could've never faced him.

So I just snapped!

I ran out, got into a
car and started driving.

That's why the one-way
rental. That's the story!

Why, thank you
so much, Amanda.

That was very enlightening.

Okay, now just get this
silverback scorpion out of here!

Striped bark, not silverback.

A silverback would
be a male gorilla.

I would've noticed a large
ape in the trunk of the car.

Although, come to think
of it, I suppose...

Whatever!

Just get him out of here!

Oh, I'm sorry. That
wasn't the deal.

The scorpion is for the car.

You two have fun now.

No! Please don't leave!

911 emergency, what is your...

- Fuck you!
- Oh, it's you! How are you?

My friend isn't
bugging you, I trust.

What the fuck was
that, you sick bastard?

I thought I was pretty
clear on that subject.

Nothing is clear about you.

What the fuck did
I ever do to you?

You mean, besides
damaging this vehicle

for no good reason at all.

Yeah, besides that.

Oh, well, I suppose
it's only natural

that you'd think this
is all about you.

Oh. It's not about me?

Hmm.

Well, let me tell you a story.

Oh, God!

Once upon a time there
was this little...

- Seriously?
- Amanda!

Once upon a time there
was a little family.

Mom, and Dad, and
even a little kid.

But of course, a little
family needs a little house.

So Mom and Dad went to the bank,

who were just the nicest people
and helped them with that.

They just had to sign
a bunch of papers,

and then the little
family had a house,

and everything was just peachy.

But then, one day Mom got sick,

and she had to go
to the hospital.

And for reasons too
convoluted to comprehend,

her medical insurance
wouldn't pay.

And Dad had to
spend all his time

haggling with fucking lawyers

and agents and
officials on the phone.

So, eventually, he lost his job.

Of course, Mom ended
up dying anyway.

And there, right at the
very end of our story,

is when the bank
swooped back in.

All those papers Mom
and Dad had signed,

turns out they basically said,

"Don't worry. If your
life falls apart,

we'll come for the pieces."

You feel you got
bad counselling?

Oh, counselling!

Amanda, you gotta
love that word.

You buy a used car from
the guy down the street,

you don't call him a counsellor.

But in banks,

the salesmen are trained
to act like your friend

while they peddle
their bullshit.

Anyway, Mom was dead,
Dad had gone to pieces,

and the kid was growing
up, so he left home.

And Dad suddenly had
lots of time on his hands

to not have a family,
not have a home,

not have a job or
a cent to his name.

Happily ever after.

The end.

I'm sorry. But how
is that my fault?

I don't even do counselling!

It's not, of course.

I just thought it was
an interesting story.

So, what is it you want?

Money?

You think my daddy's gonna
pay you to let me out?

Is that really so inconceivable?

We'll see, I'm sure.

The night is young.

But you'll be wanting
that code now, I imagine.

- What?
- The pin.

That was the deal, wasn't
it? The code for the story.

Although, I gotta say, the
delivery could've used some...

Of course I want
it. Give it to me.

All right. Do you have
something to write it down?

Of course you don't.

You think you can remember?

- Yes, I think I can remember.
- You sure?

You only have a
limited amount of tries

on those things, you
know. I mean, we can wait.

- I'll remember.
- All right, then.

You ready?

Ready!

Okay.

So, the code is

one.

- You got that?
- Got it. One.

Followed by two.

- Two!
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, excuse me.

And then it's three.

And four! You got that?

Hello. This is
Stephen Jennings.

Hello, Daddy?

I'm not available at the moment.

Please do not leave a message.

Daddy?

Amanda? Is that you?

Yeah.

Hi, Daddy.

Where the hell are you? Do
you know what time it is?

No, I don't. I'm in
big fucking trouble!

You better believe that you are.

I had to send the guests home.

Nobody knew where
the hell you were.

It's a big fucking mess now.

And Johnny's family,
you know how they get.

I swear that
mother-in-law of yours

was glowing in the dark,
she was that fucking pissed.

I'm trapped in a car!

A car?

What car?

I don't know. I'm in the trunk.

What, you lock yourself
in or something?

No, someone took me.

Someone what?

Are you saying you
were kidnapped?

Yeah.

- By who?
- I don't know. I didn't see him.

He must have drugged
me or something.

He didn't do nothing
to you, did he?

- No.
- 'Cause if he did,

I swear to Christ,
I'm gonna rip...

- No, it's not like that.
- Okay, all right.

Okay, did you call the cops?

- No, I can't. I tried, but...
- Good, don't.

This sort of thing we
gotta deal with ourselves.

You understand?

- Mm-hmm.
- Where are you now?

I don't know. I think
somewhere near Houston.

How the hell did that happen?

How did you manage
to get kidnapped

from your own wedding, anyway?

There must have been a
hundred people there.

Maybe the fact that nobody was
paying attention to me helped.

Well, so, what happened?

I went outside to
get some air alone.

And the next thing I know,
I'm waking up in a trunk

with a big fucking headache!

- In Houston?
- Yeah.

And that's all?

Mm-hmm.

Damn it, Manda,
you know I can tell

when you're lying to me.

I'm not!

Sure you are.

I can always tell. Always.

You didn't go outside to
get some air, did you?

You're smoking again!

Yeah, Daddy.

I was smoking, I'm sorry.

You shouldn't lie to me.

You're right, but can we
please talk about this later?

Yeah, okay.

All right, then.

And you are in the trunk?

What car is it?

I don't know.

Well, what does it look like?

I can't tell! I'm in the trunk!

Right, shit.

Shit!

- When I get that little creep...
- Daddy, please focus!

But he didn't hurt you?

No, not as such.

As such?

He didn't.

Well, do you know what he wants?

Money, maybe. I think money.

So you talked to him.

Yeah, on the phone.

But you didn't see him?

I already told you!

Damn it, Manda! I need
to know who this is.

I need to know who's
messing with me.

Who's messing with you?

- Well, you know what I mean.
- Yeah, I know.

Please, don't do this.

- Do what?
- Make this about you.

Manda, you know who I am!

My daughter's been
kidnapped for ransom.

How is this not about me?

By me being the one
in the fucking trunk!

How much money did he want?

Why? So you can decide whether
it's a good deal or not?

No. Because I need to know
what sort of a man I...

we... are dealing with.

If he wants 10 grand,
he's an imbecile.

If he wants a 100
million, he's a lunatic.

- You see my point?
- He didn't say.

- And you didn't ask?
- No, I didn't ask.

Look, Manda...

You know what? Fuck this!

I'm gonna find out
exactly how much he wants.

So... Manda.

I guess you're still
Daddy's girl after all, huh?

How do you...

Were you listening?

Have you seen a Texas
highway at night?

What else would I be doing?

I love the way you skirted that
whole running-away business.

So he was right. This
is about him after all.

Is that why you gave the
code? To make me call him?

Why don't you just man up

and call him yourself?

- 'Cause I like talking to you.
- Is that right?

You lock everybody up
you want to talk to?

Yeah, I'm a people
person that way.

He wants to know how
much money you want.

I heard.

So, how much?

Oh, I hadn't thought about that.

Somewhere between "imbecile"
and "lunatic," I guess.

Are you kidding me?

What kind of kidnapper are you?

Just tell him to bring whatever
he thinks you're worth.

I won't quibble.

There's a Park & Ride out
by the 105 intersection

in Plantersville.

He can meet us there.

All right.

And tell him to bring the
money in a black duffle bag.

Non-sequential bills.

Non-sequential bills?

Is that a line from some movie?

No.

But Plantersville, got it?

Okay.

Who are you?

I mean, really.

Daddy told you to
find out my name?

No.

I mean, you know he did.

But that's not it.

It doesn't seem like you
do this for a living.

Nah. With the economy and all,

the kidnapping business really
ain't what it used to be.

Just...

Who are you?

That would be a mite
easy, don't you think?

Me just telling you like
that. You really want that?

Yeah.

I'll tell you what.

We've got a long
drive ahead here.

We gotta stay awake.

Why don't we make a game of it?

I'll give you 10 questions
to figure it out.

I promise to answer
truthfully, okay?

Let's say you've
got until sunrise.

If you get it right,
I'll let you go.

Sound good?

And if I don't?

What happens at sunrise?

Well, we're in Texas, Manda.

There's no air
conditioning in the back.

It's like those dogs left
in parked cars, right?

When the sun comes
up, Manda, you die.

You've got nine questions left.

What? That wasn't a question!

What kind of game is that?

Well, Manda, the answer to that

That wasn't a real
question either.

Yeah?

- Okay, so I spoke to him again.
- Good.

Did you find anything out?
Who he is, what he looks like?

It's not like
we're face-to-face.

What?

Wait, Daddy, wait.

What is it?

Manda, don't put the phone down.

Manda, what are you... Manda!

Shit!

Manda, what's going on?

I spoke to him again
about the money.

Yeah? So how much does he want?

Well, that's the thing. He...

What? He what?

He wants $100,000,
Daddy. Can you get that?

Yeah, I guess.

Okay, but you gotta hurry.
We only have till sunrise.

He wants to meet in a
place called Plantersville.

Do you know it?

He wants to meet there
at the Park & Ride.

Plantersville? That's
gonna be tight.

Can we get more time?

Yes!

Manda?

No, we can't get more time.

Well, can you try?

Hang on, Daddy.

Stop doing that!

- Manda, are you there?
- What the hell?

Manda! Do I even have
your full attention?

- Okay, Daddy?
- Yes?

Listen to me.

I'm gonna send you something,
and when you get it,

I need you to reply
to me with, um...

the name of our first dog, okay?

What the hell are
you talking about?

Daddy?

What time is it?

It's about 4:00, Fruit Loops.

John...

I'm sorry, I must've dozed off.

It's so good to hear your voice.

How are...

I mean, how are you?

I'm okay. I mean,
I'm not hurt.

Good. I am...

you know, worried.

- Did you talk to my dad?
- Sure.

I still don't understand it,
though, how it could happen,

with all the guests
and everything.

It must have been
two or three hours

before anyone even started
looking for you seriously.

That's what I figured.

But I guess you were
long gone by then.

Did you get the picture?
The one of the guy?

Sure. How the hell
did you get that?

Long story. But does
he look familiar?

Not really. I woke
up some of the guys,

and they are trying to put
together a facial search.

- You can do that?
- We can do a lot, sure, but...

it's not the best image.

Profiles are tricky.

I don't suppose
you got a frontal?

It's not like I got
him to pose for me.

It would really help if we
could narrow our search some.

Stephen said you
spoke to the guy?

- Yeah.
- Jesus.

How much did you talk?

We had a nice, long chat.

- He say anything?
- Shutting him up is the trick.

Anything we can use?

I don't know.

He might have been a
customer at the bank.

What? Stephen's
bank? First Capital?

We can get those records.

Or it might have been
bullshit. I don't know.

How about an accent? Can
you hear where he's from?

Not really. He sounds like
he could be from anywhere.

And he likes using big
words like "penetration."

- What?
- No, no, not like that!

It's just that he likes
the sound of his own voice.

But Jesus.

Can you even breathe
in there or move?

I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!
I should've never...

John!

If you... when you get back,

I'm never letting you
out of my sight again!

I'm sorry, Fruit Loops.

It's okay. It' s okay
I'll be all right.

Sorry.

Listen, John.

I really need to get his name.

That's really
important, his name.

Sure, I'll get it.

Good.

Thank you.

I gotta go now, okay?

Go where?

I just...

I'll talk to you soon, okay?

Sure!

Fruit Loops?

Yeah?

I love you.

Love you too.

Hello, Fruit Loops.

How are you?

Just peachy.

Oh, you thought I was
gonna ask you back

and waste one of my questions.

I had to try. You understand.

You're an asshole.

I know!

Nice trick with the pipe. I
didn't see that one coming.

So, John...

Sounds like a nice guy.

He is.

He's gonna search for my face?

He a Navy SEAL or something?
Working for the NSA?

Credit assessment, actually.
Just downstairs from me.

Well, he sounds
like a real keeper.

If girls are dumping that
kind of quality at the altar,

I'm not sure what'll
become of the rest of us.

There's always kidnapping.

So I think I would like to
use some of my questions now.

Oh, awesome! Let's play.

- First...
- Yeah?

I would like to know
what kind of car this is.

Really?

Most people start with,

"where do you
live" or something.

Really?

Okay, sure. It's a sedan.

Wow.

What do you want from me?

I just drive them.
It's a sedan.

Medium size, white-ish.

Logo looks Chinese or something.

Eight questions left.

Nine.

Excuse me?

I haven't asked
you anything yet.

I said, "I would like
to know." That's on you.

Not bad.

You are by far the
funniest I've had.

Fair enough, then.

Nine.

Okay.

- I would like to know...
- No!

I think you'll want
to ask this time.

Right.

So, where do you live?

Ooh! Now we're
getting somewhere!

I live in Houston,
Texas. Outskirts.

And where did you work
before you lost your job?

Sunset Rental. Only
job I ever had.

My rental company? The one
where I got the car from?

The very same.

How did you kidnap me?

In the basement, after
you brought back the car.

Drugged you with
chloroform on a cloth,

then dragged you into the trunk.

But the basement
has private access.

You'd still have to be working
for the company to get in.

- Is that a question?
- No, hang on.

You said you lost your job,

and that's why you
needed the money.

Because you lost everything.

Mm-hmm.

You promised you
would tell the truth.

Sure. When we started the game.

I said that other
stuff before that.

Five questions.

So...

Your wife, your kids, your
house, that was all a lie?

Uh, I prefer to
call it a parable.

I felt that it conveyed
truth, you know?

I prefer to call it bullshit!

That's between
you and the bulls.

Four questions left.

So...

So, you didn't know who...

Why me?

Honestly?

The dress.

Who the hell brings
back a rental car

in their wedding
whites, and alone?

I just had to know, you know?

And also, you're pretty
short. I don't do tall people.

It's just not practical
with a modern-sized trunk.

So, um...

Are we even going
to Plantersville?

No, Manda. I don't think so.

Oh, hell!

You keep quiet back there.

I'm not kidding!

I'm not laughing.

I'm serious, Amanda.

You already have one
life on your conscience.

You hear me?

Open up, please.

Turn off the
engine, please, sir.

Sure. What seems
to be the problem?

You have a broken taillight.

Oh, really? That
happens in real life?

Sure does. License
and registration?

Yep, there you go.

Actually...

Your whole tailgate looks like
you might have run over a deer,

ass first.

Yeah.

Yeah, I think it might have
been more like a moose.

Right.

The old Texan moose. Big
problem this time of year.

Yep.

And where you going
this evening, sir?

I'm just headed
up to Whitehall.

Good, that's right
around the corner.

I can probably let
you go with a warning.

Thank you.

But you'll need to fix that
light before moving on.

Sure thing. That
was my plan anyway.

Good.

This seems okay, sir.

I just need you to
pop the trunk for me,

and you'll be on your merry way.

Uh, is that
strictly necessary?

I... I just barely got it
latched down back there.

This thing is damn
near falling to pieces.

Nah, all right. Just
procedure, anyway.

Thank you.

Hey, you know,

I grew out my tail feathers
around these parts.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah!

Real country girl, I am.

Oh, you don't say.

Anyway, I'm just wondering

if we might know some
of the same people.

Are your folks up in Whitehall?
Living there, I mean?

No. No, they aren't.

Oh.

I'm... I'm sorry.

You mean they aren't living...

in Whitehall?

I thought maybe
they were, you know?

That I'd screwed the pooch.
I can be an idiot like that.

Yeah, yeah.

Anyway, I'm sure you've
got places to be and all.

Have a nice evening now
and drive safe, all right?

Will do. Thank you
very much, ma'am.

Someone there?

Stay in the car, cowboy! Back!

Keeps your hands
where I can see them!

I'm sorry.

Daddy? I don't think
I'm gonna make it.

Are you listening?

Are you listening,
you son of a bitch?

- What?
- I know who you are.

You bastard!

I have no idea what
you think you're doing,

but I'm here to give you
fair warning, you hear me?

Daddy, I don't think
he can hear you!

Nobody, and I mean nobody
comes after me like this!

You hurt my daughter,
and I swear to God

that you will pay!

- Daddy?
- I got your money here!

If I don't get back
what's mine, unharmed,

there'll be nowhere to hide.

Do you hear me?

I will find you, Mr. Bell...

What? Daddy!

- Do you have his name?
- Yeah.

- And if he so much...
- Daddy, say the name!

- It wasn't that hard to find!
- Dad, just say the name!

Bellerose. Michael Bellerose!

I'm coming for you,
Manda! Just sit tight.

You should see the
stars out here.

The sun will be up soon,
they'll all be gone.

But right now...

they're pretty damn beautiful.

I saw them.

You know that thing they say

about the night being
darkest just before dawn?

What about it?

It's horseshit, of course.

The night is obviously darkest
right in the middle of it.

But still, these stars
are pretty damn beautiful.

You know what? I think we
might be in real trouble here.

This usually goes
a lot smoother.

Who the hell gets stopped for a
broken taillight in real life?

You've done this a lot
of times, haven't you?

Is that a question?

No.

Anyway, you've got two left.

It's nearly dawn, so we
got to start thinking about

wrapping this up.

Oh, don't cry now.

All good things have got to
come to an end, you know?

- I'm not crying.
- Good.

So, what do you want to know?

Your job.

What exactly do you do
at the rental company?

- What I do?
- Yeah.

Okay. Okay, then. I drive.

That's really all I do.

When people bring in a car

that's been rented
somewhere else,

like Houston, in your case,

you pay a one-way fee,
and basically I'm the guy

whose time is valued at exactly
little enough to be the one

who takes it all
the fucking way back

and then catch a Greyhound home.

Long days, I can tell you.

- Yeah, that's what I thought.
- What?

You guessed that, did you?

No, but I figured it
was something like that.

You've got one question left.

No, I don't want it.

Seriously?

You're not gonna ask about
my reasons, motives and such?

No.

I'm sorry, I'm sure you had
a whole speech prepared.

But...

I already know who you are...

Michael Bellerose.

I see.

And the "why"?

Well, let me tell you a story.

- Really?
- Really.

Once upon a time,

there was this
perfect little family.

A husband and a wife, and
a kid and all of that.

But you weren't the husband.

You were the kid.

The kid whose mother died,
whose father gave up on him.

But no, Daddy didn't leave
you because he was an asshole.

He left because of
the rich people.

People who can
afford pretty dresses

and one-way rentals.

This is not about
the money for you.

Or my father.

Or even me.

You're just an
angry, lonely man...

who takes it out
on innocent people

on long, boring rides.

It's actually kind of tragic.

Except...

you're still a murderer!

I got it right, didn't I?

That's pretty
spot-on, actually.

And great delivery too.

I would've let you go,
honestly. I am a man of my word.

"Would've"?

Except you got my name wrong.

- Your name?
- Michael Bellerose.

That's what you get if you
just look for my headshot

on the company website.

I'm a little
disappointed, actually.

You really thought
I was that stupid?

I mean, it's not much of a
cover if you use your real name.

How could I have known that?

You couldn't, that's the idea.

So I never had a chance?

I never said your
odds were great.

Also, you might have shown a
little more respect for my dad.

- Come on!
- He got screwed pretty bad.

It wasn't all his fault.

Got Daddy issues? Get in line!

Anyway, it was a
wonderfully close call.

And I still get the
chance to introduce you

to another friend of mine.

I have really been
looking forward to this.

I guess this is
probably goodbye, then.

It's been a real
pleasure, truly.

What? Nothing?

After all this time?

Go to hell.

Right.

Well, enjoy now.

What the hell?

Remain in your car!

This is your only warning!

Wow, Manda! Who the
hell did you call?

- That would be my daddy.
- Isn't he a banker?

He owns the bank! Who the fuck
did you think you kidnapped?

Oh, we're definitely
in trouble now!

Yeah!

Keep off the gas or
you will be sorry!

Morning, sir!

Please.

Do make yourself at home.

Go to hell.

You must be Daddy.

I hear the resemblance.

Where's my daughter,
you son of a bitch?

Oh, have no fear, she's very...

She's very near.

- Manda!
- Yeah?

Are you unharmed?

I'm okay.

All right, partner.

I'm gonna tell you
how this is gonna go.

- Are you listening?
- Absolutely.

And, might I add, barely
containing my curiosity

as to how this is gonna go.

This is $100,000.

Why, thank you!

Looking good?

Very.

Good.

I hope you enjoyed it...

'cause you're not getting at it.

I'm not sure what to say.

Daddy, just give
him the money!

Stay out of this, Manda.

Daddy, just fucking do
it! He's all about deals!

I really am.

Yeah, but there is no deal.

Don't test me. I won't hesitate.

Speaking of deals,

I have something that
might interest you.

Take a look...

Jesus!

Daddy, why did you do that?

Well, the bastard had it coming.

What is this?

Just let me out
of here, please.

What the hell?

Daddy?

Daddy?

Where are you?

I guess I'm curious
here, Manda.

Did you really not
think I would find out?

Are you kidding? You really
want to get into this now.

Why? This not
convenient for you?

Daddy, there's a fucking
snake somewhere in here!

The thing is this.

I know I haven't
always been around

after your mother died,
you know, and later.

But it's not like I haven't
always provided for you, right?

Did you ever want for anything?

- No.
- No.

So why the hell would you go
and do something like that?

I don't know.

Do you know how much I
spent on that wedding?

And who was there?

And John is a good
guy, decent family.

Do you know how
devastated he is?

- You might never get him back.
- Goddamn it!

Are you even
listening to yourself?

Maybe you should marry him!

Don't fucking talk back to me!

Your whole goddamn life,
nothing was ever denied you.

And this is the thanks I get.

Running away like
a fucking teenager.

I've got half a mind to
leave you in that trunk!

So do it.

Get back in your
fucking helicopter

and leave me here to rot.

Because you're right.

I was thrilled to be born
with a silver spoon up my ass!

It was awesome!

I've never worked
for anyone but you,

and I just love how that
makes everyone assume

I didn't deserve what I got.

And now I just have to
pop out a couple of kids

to secure the future of the
empire, isn't that right?

Are you done?

Good, 'cause here's
what you're gonna do.

You'll call John and
say you're sorry.

You'll call him and say
whatever you need to say

- to make this right.
- Daddy!

You hear me?

Daddy, he's moving!

Then, and only then

Daddy, he's alive!

What the...?

Ah!

Just stop!

Stop the fucking car!

Ah!

- This is John.
- Hey, John, it's me.

Just kidding! I
can't talk right now.

But please leave a message and
I'll get right back to you.

Fuck you, John!

You usually have the
phone glued to your head,

and now you don't pick up?

Listen, I just wanted to say
that I'm sorry, I really am.

I'm sorry for lying to you,

and I'm sorry for leaving
you at the wedding, and...

I'm sorry. I'm just
sorry for all of it.

You deserve so much
better, and I apologise.

I do, yeah?

So, um...

That's really all
I wanted to say.

Yeah?

Great. Then, um...

Yeah, bye, then.

You know what? Scratch
all that. I'm not sorry.

I hate that you had to get
all caught up in my issues.

Yeah, it's a raw deal to
be left at your wedding,

but come on, you'll live.

Which is more than I can say.

And you are a great guy.

And you deserve a wonderful
girl, it just ain't me.

And I wish I would've figured
this out sooner, I really do.

But it is what it is, so, um...

I gotta go.

Ah!

Fuck.

Shit.

Ah!

Ah!

What?

Get in.

You've got to be fucking...

Move it.

Come on, Amanda.

Please!

Fruit Loops, this isn't fair.

Amanda, let me out!

Manda!

You don't want to go
back to John anyway.

Come on!

Manda!

In case you forgot,
there's a snake in here.

Come on!

Manda!

Manda!

Manda!

Manda.

Daddy.

Hi.

You're alive.

You too.

Looking for a ride?

- May I?
- Sure.

Nice dress.

So I'm told.

I left him back there, the guy.

He loose?

No.

How about we leave
him for backup?

You okay, ma'am?

Never been better.

And it's miss.

Gotcha.