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♪ ♪

♪ All the leaves are brown ♪

♪ All the leaves are brown ♪

♪ And the sky is gray ♪

♪ And the sky is gray ♪

♪ I've been for a walk ♪

♪ I've been for a walk ♪

♪ On a winter's day... ♪

(message tone playing)

♪ I'd be safe and warm ♪

♪ If I was in L.A. ♪

♪ If I was in L.A. ♪

♪ California dreamin'... ♪

Sorry that I'm late, exclamation point.

I should be there any second, exclamation point.

(phone chimes)

♪ Stopped into a church ♪

♪ I passed along the way ♪

♪ Well, I got down on my knees ♪

♪ Got down on my knees ♪

♪ And I began to pray ♪

♪ I began to pray ♪

♪ You know the pr... ♪

-(engine stops) -(music stops)

(crickets chirping)

Holy shit.

I, um, I think I'm here.

(phone chimes)

(message tone playing)

Take your time, smiley face.

(phone chimes)

P.S. How'd you get your text tone on my phone?

(phone chimes)

(clicks tongue) Oh.

Seriously?

(thump)

Uh, you mind me sitting up front?

I'm gonna put my bag in the back.

Uh...

I mean, I can, I can go in the back

if that's weird or whatever. No, no, no. No.

It's-it's totally fine. (chuckles)

-(door opens) -(exhales)

(door closes)

I am Clare, your Orbit driver.

(chuckles softly)

I am Carl E., your passenger.

-(laughs): -(laughs): Hi.

Hi.

Oh, you want me to Waze LAX?

Oh, no, no, no. I-I can do that.

Um...

(phone chimes)

It'll take 54 minutes.

You're not from L.A.

Uh... (chuckles)

(engine starts)

No, I'm... not, actually. (chuckles)

You should probably put your seat belt on.

Well, where are you from?

I am from Wamego.

Wamego, Kansas.

I actually just moved here six days ago.

-Oh, wow. -Yeah.

Uh, you live with, uh, friends, family?

Boyfriend? Girlfriend?

Mm, no, just-just, uh, me and my dog.

I don't know anyone.

I don't know anyone in L.A.

Well, you know me. I mean...

Well... (chuckles nervously)

Welcome to the city of lights

or... dreams or delusions or whatever.

(chuckles)

We're not in Kansas anymore, Toto.

-(chuckles) -(chuckles)

Well, I... actually, the line is,

"I don't believe we're in Kansas anymore, Toto."

I've-I've watched the movie, like, a million times

and, uh, Dorothy's actually from Wamego,

so they have this museum for her and, uh,

I-I would go a lot and that's why I became a writer.

Or, um, I'm... trying to become a writer.

And that's why L.A.

Yeah.

But why now?

I don't know, I guess...

I guess it was time.

So I packed everything up

and drove 1,617 miles

till I hit the ocean.

I've always wanted to see the ocean.

I've always wanted to become a writer, too.

Well, nothing's ever lost, you know.

Like time.

It might feel like it is,

like life might have passed you by.

It hasn't.

Um, you, uh...

you have something right...

-Oh, uh... -(laughs)

(both laughing)

Like, um, burger mustard?

Oh, yeah, it was a-a veggie burger.

Yeah, with v-vanilla shake and curly fries?

No, actually not, I'm vegan.

Um, but yeah. I-I was, um,

I was running late, so I didn't have time to,

you know, sit down and, um,

eat.

Well, let's make time.

Fuck my flight, I can get another flight.

Right now all I want is to get a burger and to get to know you.

Um, yeah, okay.

I'm serious.

This, here-- Clare, Carl E.

I mean, our names are anagrams.

(laughs)

I know that we were meant to meet tonight.

Not to be stalker-y.

No, um, you're not.

Well, I kind of am, but...

Fuck it, I'm an open book. Ask me anything.

Are you famous? (laughs softly)

I mean, you don't have to tell me if you are.

Why would you think that?

You live in a mansion and you're-you're my age.

Oh, no, that's not my house.

Oh. Okay, do you... do you live with your parents?

No.

Actually, I have no idea who lives there.

What do you mean?

About...

40, 45 minutes ago,

a sharing economy driver-- much like yourself--

dropped me off and I rang the bell.

When the woman that lives there opened the door,

I shot her in the face.

That's-that's funny.

No, I'm not being funny.

After I shot her, I went into the bedroom...

where I found the husband watching basketball.

And I shot him in the back of the head.

And then...

...I went looking for the children.

Keep your eyes

on the road, Clare.

We don't want to have an accident.

I found the little princesses in the kitchen.

Crying, blubbering,

snotting all over the linoleum.

God, I hate that noise.

I didn't want to waste any ammo on that hot mess, so...

I used my hunting knife instead.

(Clare panting)

Eeny, meeny,

miny, moe.

Catch a princess by its toe.

If it hollers--

which it did,

a lot--

cut its throat.

Eeny, meeny,

miny, moe.

You want to guess which one of the brats

is in the duffel bag in the back?

Do you know what I really,

really, really want, Clare?

A good old-fashioned story.

You're a writer, you moved to La-La Land

to prove that you're employable

and not just some Kansas bumpkin

who won her high school poetry contest,

so here's the deal.

If you tell me a really good story

then I will let you live.

Does that sound good, Clare Sheharazad?

I'll take that as a yes.

Okay.

As they say in the biz,

roll sound.

Roll camera.

And...

action.

Cut. Where is the gal

who moved all the way across the U.S. of A

to find fame and fortune?

Where is my spunky Dorothy

and her sparkly red shoes?

I asked you a fucking question!

Please don't... please don't hurt me.

-I'm begging you. Please. -(sighs)

All right, fuck it.

Pull over. Let's get this

-throat-cutting hoo-haw over with. -No,

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

How is that helping, exactly?

You are sitting next to a sociopath,

who has, by definition, zero human empathy,

so how does caterwauling

fit into your survival plan here?

If it's male chivalry those puppy dog eyes

are meant to appeal to,

news flash: it's 2020, Nancy Pelosi,

time to put your big girl pants on.

You can't have it both ways.

You can't expect men to open the door for you cunts

and then whine that we don't treat you like equals!

CLARE: Oh!

(panting)

(groans)

Help.

Help!

(panting) Help.

Someone help, please.

Help!

Someone help! Help!

(car door opens)

Didn't I tell you...

how much I hate

that fucking female noise?

(chuckles)

(grunts)

-(engine starts) -(door closes)

(line ringing)

(coughs)

DISPATCHER: 911. What's your emergency?

There's... there's a man...

there's a man that has a knife and he's trying to kill me.

Are you driving, ma'am?

If you are, I need you to pull over.

No, I-I can't. He's gonna-he's gonna find me...

Ma'am, I'm going to send a car to meet you

-at Sunset and Crescent Heights. -What? I-I don't...

I don't know where that is. I-I...

We've got your location. All you need to do

is keep driving down the hill

exactly as you're doing, and at the bottom,

-you'll see a gas station. -But I don't want him... I...

I don't want him to find me. I don't want him to find me.

We have officers to meet you there.

I'm going to stay on the line with you, okay, ma'am?

Okay.

Okay, thank you.

What's your name?

Uh... uh, my-my name's Clare.

You're doing so good, Clare.

Just-just stay on the line with me, okay?

Okay.

(indistinct radio chatter)

OFFICER: We have a unit headed to the house, ma'am.

Can you confirm the address?

There's-there's a body...

there's... there's a bag in-in the back of the car,

and he said that...

that there is a body.

Stay here.

You think this is funny?

E-Excuse me?

Come with me right now.

What...

What's wrong?

Officer?

OFFICER 2: Here's the comedian.

Your sorority put you up to this or what?

You want to explain that?

-I don't... OFFICER 3 (over radio): Negative on the suspect.

-We're leaving the residence now. -He said... he said

there was a-a body. A... a little girl.

Unit's leaving the house. Nothing there

but a couple of pissed-off old people.

He texted me. I-I can... I can show you his texts.

His texts are gone.

I... I don't understand.

And-and his profile, too.

OFFICER 2: We're not gonna charge you with filing a false police report.

But you so much as toss a piece of gum on the street,

we're coming back for you.

Hey. Wha... Uh, what happened? Did you, uh,

did you dump a body in the hills or something?

Don't worry about those guys. Those guys are assholes.

They're always coming in here and talking about the trans fats

in the footlongs like this is

Cafe fucking Gratitude. What is that?

Is that yours?

Ma'am? Hey. Uh, hey.

Excuse me, are you, uh, are you...

Do you think you're gonna leave that here?

You can keep her, I won't judge.

No, I'm-I'm, I'm not into that, at all.

Not that I'm... Not that there's anything wrong with that,

necessarily, you know, people...

you know, I don't want to kink-shame anyone,

but, um, I digress.

Uh, my manager, Vlad-- you guessed right, Russian mob--

he, um, he does these, um, sort of random,

uh, garbage spot checks in the middle of the night

sometimes, 'cause he's a psychopath,

so... I, um... so I guess what I'm trying to say is

I don't... lady, I don't think you can leave your doll here.

Okay? I... 'Cause, um... like, like I said,

Vlad's gonna make it my problem, and uh, you know,

I-I really, I need this job, so I can't...

I can't... I-I can't keep it in my car.

Okay, okay. Yeah. Uh. Okay. Don't worry about it.

-I'll... I'll fish it out. -I'm sorry.

That's okay.

I'm an Orbit driver and I had a...

a really scary passenger, and I am...

I'm just trying to get back home.

Well, if you don't want him bothering you anymore,

it's... it's easy. You can just throw up a firewall

or you can, uh, encrypt your profile's GUI.

I don't know what that means.

Oh, it's-it's super simple. I can do it for you

in a nanosecond. I'm a... It's what

I'm going to school for-- I'm a programmer.

I know, it's a bit of a cliché-- the Indian programmer guy--

but it's better than the 7-11 Indian guy, so...

Uh, yeah, okay... I'm-I'm gonna,

I'm gonna go now, 'cause, um... Yeah.

-Um... -Okay.

-Tha-Thank you. -No problem.

St-Stay safe out there.

Wow. You have a...

(squeaking)

(clears throat)

You're not in Kansas anymore, Toto.

Uh, Kansas.

Because your... license plate?

Right. Yeah. Okay.

See you.

(store door opens, closes)

♪ ♪

♪ I come home in the morning light ♪

♪ My mother says ♪

♪ "When you gonna live your life right?" ♪

♪ Oh, Mama dear, we're not the fortunate ones ♪

♪ And girls, they wanna have fun... ♪

(message tone playing)

♪ Oh, girls just wanna have fun... ♪

(message tone continues playing)

♪ They just wanna ♪

♪ They just wanna ♪

♪ They just wanna ♪

♪ They just wanna ♪

♪ They just wanna ♪

♪ They just wanna ♪

♪ They just wanna ♪

♪ They just wanna ♪

♪ When the working day is done ♪

♪ Oh, girls ♪

♪ They wanna have fun ♪

♪ Oh, girls... ♪

♪ ♪

(breathing shakily)

(cars honking)

(gate closing)

Pebbles?

Pebbles.

(dog whines)

(gasps) Hi.

Hey.

How are you?

Oh, how are you? Come here.

Oh, yes.

Oh. I missed you. I missed you.

How are you? Come here.

Let's get you food. Oh.

I missed you. Yes, I did.

Mm. You know what?

We're gonna get you some food.

Are you ready to eat some food?

I bet you're so hungry, aren't you?

Okay.

Are you ready? Are you ready?

Hey, why aren't you eating?

Do you feel okay?

(line ringing)

(barks)

WOMAN: Hi, this is Orbit Ride Share.

How can I help you?

Uh, hi, I'm Clare Johnson.

I'm a driver,

and my ID number is 5923002.

Let me pull up your profile.

What can I do for you today, Clare?

Um, I actually need to, uh,

report a problem with one of my passengers.

His name was Carl E.

He, um...

He said that he shot someone, and then he...

-he pulled a knife on me. -Hold on, Clare.

Um, before we go any further, I need to let you know

Orbit is suspending your driver's account.

-What? -It's temporary, pending an investigation

into a passenger complaint from tonight.

Orbit needs to look into these allegations.

-Someone will be in touch. -Wait.

No, I mean, he-he...

he pulled a knife on me.

-He threatened to kill me. -Actually,

he said the same thing about you--

that you threatened him.

But, uh, that's not... That's not what happened.

And that you pulled a knife on him.

He's lying to you.

And said that you'd bury him

in your field of sunflowers,

-something like that. -Wait, wh-what?

We'll be in touch after our investigation, okay?

N-No, what-what did he say about the sunflowers?

Um... something about your field of sunflowers.

Look, that's all it says in the report, okay?

I-I'm sorry you have to go through this,

but we have our process here at Orbit.

-Hello? Hello? -(Pebbles barking, growling)

Are you still there? Hello?

♪ ♪

(Pebbles whines)

Hello?

Fuck.

Hello? Hello?!

(dog barking in distance)

(whimpers)

Come on.

I want my story, Clare.

(elevator bell dings)

No fair!

(exhales) Okay. Okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

(gasps, grunts)

(alarm blaring)

-(Pebbles barking) -(grunting)

(screams, gasps)

-Aah! -(alarm stops)

(elevator bell dings)

(siren wailing in distance)

(Pebbles whining)

Come on.

(engine starts)

Come on. Fuck.

Come on.

(honking)

(muffled music playing)

(honking)

Fuck.

Get out of the way.

Come on. Goddamn it.

(music playing)

(line ringing)

AUTOMATED VOICE: This is 911.

Your call is a priority and will be answered

in the order it was received. Please hold.

Are you kidding me?

AUTOMATED VOICE: This is 911.

Your call is a priority and will be answered

in the order it was received. Please hold.

(Pebbles growls, barks)

-(indistinct chatter) -MAN: ♪ Sigh ♪

♪ Let me say a little lie ♪

♪ Sigh ♪

♪ And come out the other side... ♪

(song continuing indistinctly in distance)

(phone vibrating)

Hi, Mom.

Clare, honey. Hi!

How are you?

How's it going out there?

Oh, I know it's only been six days.

-We miss you so... -Mom...

there-there's a man that's after me.

What?

He tried to kill me.

He was my passenger tonight.

He's been trying to kill me.

Mom?

Clare, not this again.

Oh.

Maybe you moving away from home wasn't such a great idea.

I'm not...

I'm not making this up.

I...

This...

this isn't like last time.

You know...

I-I have some vacation time saved up.

M-Maybe I can come out there.

I-I can... I can just help you

get settled and all of th... Uh...

I have to go.

Clare, wait.

(beep)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(footsteps approaching)

♪ ♪

(bangs on stall)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(women speaking Spanish nearby)

(speaking Spanish)

(piano playing)

(people singing in Spanish)

(Pebbles barking)

BAMBI: That thing looks like Neema's chocha

-on threading day. -NEEMA: Oh, Bambi, you're so old.

You know what they call that line of hair

between your titties?

A vagina. Thank you.

-Neema? -What?

What's wrong with that bitch?

She's got a knife.

(both speaking Spanish)

(woman exclaims)

-(woman shouting in Spanish) -Oh, my God!

What happened?

Oh, my God.

(woman shouting in Spanish)

Oh, my God! She just got fucking stabbed.

It's that white girl-- she's got a knife.

(crowd clamoring)

Somebody stop her. Somebody stop her!

(Pebbles whining)

(message tone playing)

(Pebbles barks, growls)

Crashing the car?

Brava, Clara.

I foolishly underestimated you.

Unlike the others, you grew a pair under extreme duress,

and that was not predicted in my calculations.

Others?

W-What do you mean, others?

You missed a spot.

Of blood.

It's on your face.

You know, you really should use makeup remover.

It's much better for your skin.

(gasps)

How do you know what I...

what I look like?

What music I'm listening to?

Every single thing that I've done tonight?

Smile. You're on Candid Camera.

(Pebbles whimpering)

Aah!

(indistinct chatter in distance)

WOMAN (in distance): Do you have some change?

I just need to get some smokes.

-(Pebbles yips) -Thank God.

H-Hey. Uh, Kansas.

Oh, hey.

Hey.

Uh, what are you doing here?

You, uh, got another body to toss?

(laughs) Um...

Um, no.

No, just, um...

just getting gas.

Shit.

Uh, sorry, give me a minute.

I'm, um, I'm practicing for the qualifying round

of the 2024 Games.

It's the, like, the Olympic Games.

They're doing video games now, which is cool.

Oh, that's... Yeah, no, that's-that's cool.

Two meetings in one night.

Wow, it's like the plotline of a romantic comedy.

You should write it.

How do you know that I'm a writer?

Oh, I-I don't know.

I mean, isn't everyone who comes here?

Or, uh, an actress, but you're clearly not that, so, uh...

I-I... Like, you're... What I meant is, like,

you don't seem like you, like,

care about makeup or-or, uh, you know,

grooming or, um...

Not that you have to wear makeup to...

to be a, well, a girl, or you could...

It's your body, your choice-- you can do whatever you want.

Or, or not, or do no makeup, which is fine, too.

You-you, um...

you program, right?

You-you do phones?

Yeah, yeah, uh, I program, phones, stuff, everything.

-Um... -I'm looking for somebody.

The passenger from earlier tonight.

Uh...

the sex doll passenger. Uh, why?

He's trying to kill me.

Hey, man, how's it going?

(indistinct radio chatter)

Hey.

State-of-the-art system you got there.

When'd Vlad put it in?

JJ: Uh... (clears throat)

Yeah. Uh, about last wee... last week-ish?

Yeah, he, uh...

Only thing he's ever cracked his wallet open for.

(laughs) Yeah, we know. No free coffees.

(laughs) Well, if you, um,

if you wanted to, you, uh...

Coffeepot's back there.

I won't tell a soul.

OFFICER: All right, thank you.

What... what do you, what do you...

what do you mean that someone's trying to kill you?

What does that mean?

That. Literally that.

He pulled a knife on me.

He attacked me.

Are you se... are you being serious?

'Cause if you're being serious, you should not be talking to me.

You should be talking to them.

-They-they... -I can't.

I can't. I'm sorry. I ca...

He-he killed this woman.

He killed her with a knife from my apartment.

And-and people saw me running from the scene.

(sniffles)

And I don't-I don't know...

and I just don't... I don't know anyone.

I don't know anyone, and-and I only know you because...

I just moved here and so I need...

I need... I just need you to trust me...

(stammers) Hey, uh...

Thanks, guys. I appreciate you guys.

You boys in blue.

We appreciate you.

By the way, man, stay sharp.

There was a knifing down on Hollywood Boulevard

about a half hour ago.

A knifing, wow. That's scary.

Yeah.

Something in the air.

Everyone's a little jumpy tonight.

JJ: Mm.

Night, ma'am.

Good night.

(entry bell chimes)

(door closes)

Okay, uh...

if this is some sort of, like, weird group

prank for YouTube or something,

I'm not-I'm not fucking interested, okay?

If he finds me...

he will kill me.

(siren wailing in distance)

What the fuck is that?

-What is that? -That's-that's my...

That's... that's from...

That's footage from inside of my house.

That's my security cameras at home. But that's not...

it's not even attached to this network,

so why would it...

Why am I... I'm locked out of my phone.

Why am I locked out of my phone? Why am I locked out of my phone?

It's him.

He's here.

JJ: Hey.

Hey! Where are you... Where, uh, where are you going?

CLARE: Getting out of here.

JJ: What...

-Hey! Hey. -(Pebbles whimpers)

The cops know what your car looks like, right?

Don't they? You can't be driving around in that.

Fuck.

(Pebbles whimpers)

(engine starts nearby)

(music playing on car stereo)

Just-just get in the car.

We can't go to my house. He knows where I live.

Okay, okay, uh...

We could... We'll-we'll figure it out. Just-just get in.

Come on.

♪ I'm telling you something's here, Papi ♪

♪ Though it's my year, we's on it ♪

♪ Pop it and go get it, try to stop it... ♪

(music stops)

So, uh... this guy.

This guy that's, um, chasing you--

how do-how do you know this guy?

It was just... my-my passenger from tonight.

Um, he hacked my phone, too.

I think he used the-the cameras to find me, but...

I turned off my phone, so I don't know how

he found me at the gas station.

Do you have, uh, uh, Google Maps on your phone?

Right. Yeah.

So, when Google was mapping out America,

not only did they take, like, photos of everyone's addresses,

but, not intending to, they also downloaded

every address' server.

So, like, any kind of open network,

like a... iPhone or even a Fitbit-- whatever--

even if it's turned off,

if you have it physically on you,

you're-you're pretty much findable.

Take my phone and, uh, and remove the SIM card.

Uh, he can track me, so just, uh, take the-the panel

-off of the back and you should be... -(message tone playing)

What-what... Wait, what is that?

He sent a text.

Wait, no, he changed my text tone?

What does it sa... what does it say?

It's a video.

Hey, Boo Boo and BF.

Left a gift.

(whispers): It's in the glove compartment.

(siren chirping)

Fuck. Shit.

COP (on loudspeaker): Pull your vehicle over.

(siren chirps)

(indistinct radio chatter)

Let me see your ID.

I-I don't have my wallet on me.

(Pebbles barking)

Officer, I-I'm the driver of the car.

Do you want to see my ID? I-I have it.

Was I talking to you?

No, sir.

Get out of the car. Now.

Yes, sir.

Step over here. Okay.

Come over here. Yes.

Where's the gun?

Gun? I don't... I don't know anyth...

I don't know anything about a-a gun.

-You don't know anything about a gun? -No.

There's not a gun? If I search that vehicle, there won't

-be a gun in there? -No. No. Not at all.

There's not a gun on your person?

No. (grunts)

Oh, shit.

We got a report of a gun in this vehicle. Where is it?!

Hey.

Hey, get back in the vehicle.

Now!

-I said get back in the vehicle now. -No...

-Right now! -Okay. Okay.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. -Now! Hey, hey, hey!

-Stop... -Put your hands on the hood!

Hey, hey! Fuck.

-(grunts) -Oh, my...

(grunting)

Please don't...

-Stop! -Stop resisting.

-Stop resisting. -Stop. You're hurting him!

-Stop resisting. -JJ: I can't breathe.

-I can't breathe. -CLARE: Oh, my God.

-Stop it! Stop! You're killing him! -Stay down, damn it.

-Stop resisting. -CLARE: Stop! Please!

Stop! Stop. I have a gun.

Stop.

Put your hands up. Put them up!

Let's just stay calm, honey, okay?

Take your gun out and put it on the ground, slowly.

Okay.

-Slowly. -Putting it on the ground.

-(JJ coughs) -I need you

to-to walk that way and I need you to walk slowly, okay?

COP: Okay.

This isn't going to help your situation.

Wait there.

-Are you okay? -Yeah. Yeah.

Put both your hands up.

-Keep walking. -(car door closes) -Okay.

Keep walking towards your bike.

Okay.

-Keep going. -Okay.

Honey. Listen to me.

You're just going to end up hurting yourself

or your boyfriend there.

There's no reason for you to do this.

Why don't you just hand me the gun?

That is a-that is an armed weapon, not a toy.

My daddy was a hunter.

I've hunted since age nine

till I was a vegan.

So fuck off and put your arms up.

I need you to give me your walkie.

(walkie clatters)

Take out your handcuffs.

Do it slowly.

Okay. Just relax.

Handcuff yourself to the bike.

Is someone there?

DISPATCHER: This is an official police channel, lady.

You cannot be on this channel.

I've got a police officer handcuffed to his motorcycle.

Is that official enough?

I'm here, ma'am.

I need to turn myself in.

What's the closest police station?

I'm, uh...

I'm on the... the...

One-One-Zero freeway.

We're off of Alpine.

-And it's the 110. -Did you hear him?

You want to head south on the other side of the freeway

until you hit 6th Street.

Or take Beaudry to 4th, then 6th.

That'll shave off two minutes.

You can also take Broadway. On a Saturday night,

-that's your best bet. -Okay, I-I'll figure it out.

I...

You heard his voice, right? I didn't hurt him.

You come by and-and pick him up, if that's okay.

Yes, ma'am.

(gunshots)

Fuck was that? W-What was that?

I just shot out the tires just in case.

-(engine starts) -Fuck.

(exhales)

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

This is what he left in the glove compartment.

♪ And something without warning, love... ♪

I think I peed in my pants a little bit.

(laughs)

Yeah, me, too.

-Yeah. -Let's get out of here.

Let's go.

♪ And I know it's gonna be ♪

♪ A lovely day ♪

♪ Lovely day, lovely day ♪

♪ Lovely day, lovely day ♪

♪ Lovely day, lovely day ♪

♪ Lovely day, lovely day ♪

♪ A lovely day ♪

♪ Lovely day, lovely day ♪

♪ Lovely day, lovely day ♪

♪ Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day ♪

♪ Lovely day, lovely day. ♪

(engine stops)

JJ: Hey.

Hey, wait, wait. Kansas, Kansas.

-What's your plan? -I have to get rid of the gun.

-I have to turn myself in. -No, wait, wait.

-To-to the cops? No. -I have to.

-I-I-I told them... -Kansas, Kansas,

you can't do that. Okay? Things are different now.

You, you pulled a gun

on a fucking cop. It's different.

He was hurting you. What else was I supposed to do?

I know, and I appreciate that, but...

...we can't just go to a fucking police station

and say, "Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I almost shot a police officer."

-It doesn't work like that. -What other choice do we have?

What else? Okay, we have to go in there,

we're gonna... we're gonna explain it,

and-and they'll understand.

Oh, will they? (laughs)

Spoken like a true white person.

They don't have to st... understand shit. Okay?

I mean, you saw-- you saw what he did to me.

You need to wake the fuck up.

Okay?

You can't just click your little red heels

and everything's gonna be okay, because it won't.

That's not how this film ends.

Fine. I'll go myself.

Right. Because that's been working out really well for you.

(siren wailing)

We got to go. Come on.

(car door opens)

Come on.

NEWSWOMAN: L.A., a city under siege tonight, on the heels

of the brutal stabbing murder of a mother of five

in East Hollywood, an LAPD officer

was shot to death off the 110 freeway

at point-blank range while handcuffed to his motorcycle

in what looks like a gangland-style execution.

The assailant's vehicle was caught on a red light camera,

a blue 2012 Trans Am,

license plate 5PCI117...

I... I...

...encourage you all to keep your eyes out...

No, no, no. Please.

Please, just listen to me.

I didn't shoot him.

He did it. It had to be him.

Wait. I'm telling you the truth, okay?

Get... I got... I gotta go...

-Please, you just have to... -Get away from me.

-Please, please... -Fuck! Fuck!

CLARE: Hey!

-I-I got to get away from you. -Please.

-I got to get away from you. -Wait.

-Please stop. -Please, just listen.

Just listen. I-I sh-I sh... I shot out the tires.

Tha-That was it.

I got... I...

We're so fucked.

Do you understand that? We are so fucked.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna talk to them.

I'm gonna talk to them and it's... and it's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

If you go in there,

they're gonna fucking kill you.

They're gonna fucking kill both of us.

♪ ♪

JJ: El Paso, Texas.

In case we need to cross the border to Mexico.

He called me Boo Boo, uh, in that video.

That was my online name when I was, like, 12,

so I don't... I don't know, no one's ever called me that.

So would he know... how would he know that?

Hey, I-I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry that I got you involved.

(Pebbles whining)

We can get a lawyer in El Paso.

We can explain everything

and-and they'll listen to us.

You know, it'll-it'll be, it'll be fine.

I mean, they have to take our side, you know?

WOMAN (over P.A.): Last call for El Paso.

The doors are closing and the train is departing.

-(ding) -(doors close)

(wheels clacking)

♪ ♪

(brakes screeching)

(Pebbles whining)

WOMAN (over P.A.): Please remain seated.

We are encountering temporary track problems.

Do not exit the train.

We are on the live track.

(Pebbles growling, whining)

-Wake up. Wake up, wake up. -Hey.

-What? What? -We got to go, okay? He's here.

He's fucking here. Go.

-Huh? -We have to... He's here.

What do you mean?

What the... Huh?

What the fuck?

We have to go, okay?

(grunts) It won't open.

CLARE: Go!

Shit.

Come on.

-(gunshot) -(Pebbles whimpers)

-(Pebbles barking) -Come on!

WOMAN (over P.A.): Please remain seated.

We are encountering temporary track problems.

Do not exit the train.

We are on the live track.

(Pebbles whines)

(metallic creaking)

(camera shutter clicks)

(whooshing in distance)

What's that noise?

Maybe it's the train.

We got to go.

(train rumbling in distance)

Here. Here. Here.

(Pebbles whining)

(howling in distance)

What is that?

(howling in distance)

(snarling)

Don't run.

(coyotes snarling)

(train horn blows)

CLARE: Oh. Go, go, go.

-Help... help me. -Come on. Come on.

Come on. Grab on.

Help! Help me up!

Please... Hurry, come on.

Come on, come on!

Pull! Get up!

(horn blowing)

(groans) What the fuck were those things?

Every other city in the world

has rats for vermin.

We have fuckin' coyotes.

(gunshot in distance)

(coyotes yelping in distance)

We have to go. Come on.

(grunts): Oh... Fuck.

(Pebbles yelps)

Pebbles! Hey.

JJ: Hey. Hey. Hey!

-(scratching) -(yelping continues)

-Hey. Hey. -I think that she's in...

She's in a...

Behind here. I don't know...

Behind the w...

Got to move this.

(grunting)

Fuck. Hey...

CLARE: Hey. Hey.

Hi. Hi. Oh.

-(gunshots) -(coyotes yelping)

-Shit. Go, go, go, go. Go. -Okay.

JJ: Fuck. Fuck.

(low rumbling)

Wait, what-what's... what's that sound?

I don't know.

JJ: Shit.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

(grunting)

♪ Grindhouse ♪

♪ Grindhouse ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Grindhouse ♪

♪ ♪

Oh. Hey.

Wow, baby.

-(laughing) -WOMAN: Let's get out of here!

JJ: Hey. Hey, we got to go.

We got to go. We got to go.

(siren wailing in distance)

(dance music continues inside)

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Get in, get in. Get in.

(grunts)

I swiped his phone.

Just in case we needed a ride.

I know a place that we can lay low for a while.

Uh, the Rosslyn, please.

(indistinct chatter)

(baby crying)

(man grunting)

(clears throat) I'm gonna... I'm gonna get us a room.

Just wait here, okay?

MAN: Welcome to the Rosslyn.

JJ: Hey, um...

(chatter continues indistinctly)

No Wi-Fi, no cable.

The last time there was a reno here, it was, like, 1983.

Shit.

Just in case.

(knocking)

Wait, wait, wait. D...

It's okay, it's okay.

Hey. Yeah.

4Chan meets TaskRabbit.

It's a thing.

Burner phones. Untraceable.

I'm assuming this isn't for you.

No, it's not.

Um, I think-I think, uh, he found us on the train

using, uh, facial recognition software,

so you, uh, got to change your look up.

Oh, yeah, I'll really blend in.

It's better than being spotted by the almost

five million cameras in this city.

Oh, I got you something. Well, not you.

I got, um, uh, Pebbles something.

So we don't lose her.

-It's got a heart on it. -(chuckles)

(grunts)

(Pebbles whines, whimpers)

We're gonna need to get that lawyer.

He's gonna find us sooner or later.

Okay. I'm on it.

Okay. Well, I think we're in business.

There's this thing called Legal L.A.

They're open 24/7, and, uh, they're "the-the best

affordable criminal attorneys in Los Angeles."

Wow.

-Is that common knowledge? -No.

Well, I just... I just read it

off of a... Yelp review.

Did you find this place off Yelp?

Agent 7-Eleven never reveals his secrets.

(grunts)

Seriously, do you-do you need my help?

Okay.

Deep breath in.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

(phone vibrates)

Hey, hey, hey.

This is good news. We, uh... we have an attorney.

Attorney Marquez. She-she says she can meet us here,

uh, like, tonight, like, in an hour.

Oh, my God.

Yeah.

Uh, she just needs, uh... I think our full names.

-First and last name. -Uh, yeah, yeah.

Uh, Clare Johnson.

Okay.

-(typing) -(phone whooshes)

(phone vibrates)

Yeah, okay, so she'll meet us at the coffee shop

on Main and 5th.

Main and 5th. So...

Uh, I'm... uh, I just realized

I haven't introduced myself,

actually, officially.

Jay Irfani. But, uh, everyone calls me JJ.

Clare.

Um, are you-are you pretty much done?

I... I want to lie down.

Yeah.

Why didn't you, uh...

...want to give me your full name, earlier?

(siren wailing in distance)

I got-I got you a...

I got your phone.

Um, it has my number in it already if you need to text me.

I also put a tracker in it.

Just in case...

I lose you.

I can always find you.

♪ ♪

(phone ringing)

Hello? Hello?

Yeah.

Wait, uh... u-uh... Wait, I don't understand.

Yes. Clare... Clare Johnson.

Yeah, she's from Kansas, but why?

Look, I don't, uh, I don't know

-anything about that, but I... -(hangs up)

Hello?

Who was that?

Uh, it was our lawyer.

She's not taking the case

'cause she said that you've done this before.

With your high school teacher?

You accused him of-of stalking you, but you were lying.

The court said that you were lying.

Is that true, Clare?

Fuck.

Wait.

-Wait, JJ, wait... -I don't even know you.

-You know that... -I don't even know if this guy is real.

You know that he's real. You saw him on the train.

-I didn't see shit. -I'm not making this up.

There was a gunshot.

-A fucking gunshot. -I... I never saw him!

Do you understand? I didn't see him.

-I-I'm not... No, I'm not... -No. Don't touch me.

I'm not crazy.

You didn't shoot that cop's tires out, did you?

You fucking killed him, didn't you?

Answer me!

What happened with you and your high school teacher?

What the fuck happened? Did you lie about it?

Did you lie? Is that what you did?

I'm not crazy.

-N-No, please... -No. Don't touch me.

No, please. Please don't...

please don't go.

(horn honking)

(phone rings)

JJ?

CARL E.: If you're wondering how I got this number,

it's because I'm you. Duh.

I'm not crazy.

You're just trying to make me think I'm going crazy.

Oh, like your high school teacher did?

How do you know about him?

Mr. Leonard?

Is that what you called him when he fucked you on his desk

during fourth period?

Fuck you.

Yeah, so it did happen, the fucking on the desk.

Why'd you say it didn't?

Why'd you take it back?

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

Because no one believed me anyway.

Everyone loved him.

I should have just kept my mouth shut.

How do you even know what happened to me?

Because there are no secrets anymore.

In fact, I've been following you your whole life.

Or, at least, your whole online life,

which is the only one that matters.

I'm just one Boo Boo follower among many.

You accepted my request.

You wanted more likes.

You opened your door to a monster.

Fuck you.

You're just a pervert with a god complex.

That's the beauty of the surveillance state.

Cameras on every street corner,

every phone a personal tracking device.

Any time you pay for anything,

it's recorded somewhere in the cloud.

You can't escape a hacker like me.

Burner phone or not.

Statistically speaking,

people who've endured severe childhood trauma--

like getting diddled

by one's high school English teacher-- don't get better.

A life of quiet desperation

and consistent underachievement is what awaits you.

That or suicide.

F-Fuck you. Fuck your statistics.

I don't care about them.

Oh, you should.

All you people are algorithms, in the end.

The others were so predictable.

Is this some sort of experiment?

Our time is up.

No, no, no. Just-just wait, please.

-I'm not done. -Yes, you are.

JJ: It's a trap! Don't listen to him!

-Aah! -JJ? You don't...

you don't have to hurt him. Okay?

You two sound like regurgitated movie pablum.

-I thought you were a writer. -Don't lis...

This is-this is between you and me.

Okay? This is... this is not...

-this is not about him. -(siren wailing in distance) -Oh.

-I got to go... -Carl,

listen to me, please.

(singsongy): ...'cause here come the po-po.

-Hands up! Let me see 'em! -Hands up! -CLARE: I give up.

-I give up, okay? I... -Don't move!

Keep your hands in the air where I can see them.

No sudden movements.

Turn around.

Remain calm.

(indistinct chatter)

(door opens)

I'm not gonna run anymore. There's no point.

We didn't kill that cop.

I know.

We pulled footage from a ATM camera

of you and your friend on the opposite side of downtown

when the execution of Officer Connelly occurred.

But still,

a cop is dead. The whole city's on red alert with a dead cop

and that murdered Salvadorean woman.

Everyone thinks it's the second coming

of Manson and friends, thanks to you and your bullshit.

So this is what's gonna happen.

You're gonna open up that pretty little mouth,

and whatever comes out better put an end to this nightmare.

Understood?

I want my phone call first.

Make your fucking call.

(door opens, closes)

(line ringing)

CARL E.: Phone sex again?

You slut.

CLARE: Is that how you picked us?

The ones who shared their tragedies

on social media?

And the ones like you who wanted second chances.

A new life.

All the others gave up pretty quickly

once I showed up to test them.

They were weak.

Not you, though.

I will break you.

No one beats the math.

Stop talking in fucking riddles.

It's not a riddle. It's a simple fucking premise.

Can you change, Clare?

I think not.

In fact, I'm betting on it,

based on your insipid Facebook posts.

Facebook? What does that have to do with anything?

None of the shit is real.

It's the only thing that is real.

They're already able to predict with 90% accuracy

who will get Alzheimer's based on people's social media.

And who will be a drug addict.

All with an algorithm.

Why do I do this?

Because whoever figures out the mathematical formula

determining the losers and the winners in life

will rule the fucking world.

I mean, seriously, who needs God

when I've got an algorithm?

But I fucked it up.

I fucked up your algorithm.

I fought back.

Listen to me, Carl.

Whatever it is that you want,

I will give it to you...

...if you just let him go.

You can beat the math.

You can do it.

You just... Please, just let him go.

You want to know how this story ends, Boo Boo?

When the going gets tough,

the gal that drove 1,617 miles

over the rainbow breaks down and cries.

Just like you always do.

Too bad you can't save him.

(beep)

(door opens)

VASQUEZ: It worked. He took the bait.

We got his location.

(indistinct chatter)

OFFICER (over radio): HQ, we got eyes

on the location.

Approaching the Henleys Slaughterhouse building.

Tactical units are ready to enter suspect's location.

Uh, excuse me. Can you tell me what's going on?

OFFICER: Repeat, ready to enter suspect's location.

Open 'er up.

(message tone playing)

(types)

(phone dings nearby)

♪ ♪

(gunfire)

(indistinct chatter in distance)

VASQUEZ: What the hell is going on?

SWAT COMMANDER: It was a decoy.

Captive bolt gun.

They use it to stun the cattle before cutting their throats.

-He set it on a remote device to go off when we entered. -(gun whirs, beeps)

Shit.

You're not supposed to be here.

He's in there. He's in there.

(gasps)

(metallic squeaking)

OFFICER (whispers): The other side. Go.

(quiet, indistinct chatter)

SWAT COMMANDER: Captain, you need to see this.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

This is the police.

You are surrounded. Come out now.

This is your last warning.

If you don't come out of that stall by the count of ten,

we are coming in.

(Pebbles whining)

Hey. Hey, come here.

Hey. Hey, come here. Come here.

-Come here. -(growling, barking)

Hey. Hey.

-It's okay. Hey. -Get your animal under control.

Hey.

Do you understand what I'm telling you?

(message tone playing)

Ten,

nine,

eight,

seven,

six,

five,

-four, -No!

-three, -Don't shoot! -(whirring)

-two... -(beep)

Fire!

(gunfire continuing)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

VASQUEZ: He hacked into our mainframe.

Turned off the security cameras to the bathroom hallway.

He drugged the hostage to get him inside.

Hey.

I need you to confirm that's the suspect.

We haven't identified him as of yet.

His profile on Orbit was a shell.

His photos and prints are not in our system

or on ViCAP.

He's not showing up anywhere.

I'm sorry about your friend.

How did he know that you were working with us,

that you were even here?

(scanner warbling, clicking)

What?

There has to...

(sniffles)

There has to be something in my...

-Clare, what are you doing? -in my clothes.

There's a tracking device in there.

-There has to be... -Clare, what the hell are you doing?

Hey. Clare! Stop it!

-Please. Get it off. -Stop it!

Stop it right now!

-Stop it! -(crying)

Look at me.

What happened wasn't your fault.

It wasn't your fault, Clare.

Am I under arrest?

No.

Then you can't keep me.

I just want to go home.

Clare, you can't go out there.

Okay? You can't go out there.

It's for your own safety.

You're never gonna catch him.

You're never...

you're never gonna catch him.

MAN (over P.A.): Track 13, Kansas City.

(announcement continues indistinctly)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(message tone playing)

If my algorithm is correct, right now, you're either

A: binge-purging CVC sleeping pills,

B: shoving a gun in your piehole

or C: getting ready to bungee jump off a skyscraper

without a cord.

Meanwhile,

I ride off into the sunset

with my new Orbit driver's permit.

Wish me luck as I join the ridesharing community.

Off to find my next test bunny.

(chuckles)

And guess who my copilot is.

(whimpering)

She'll learn to love me in the end.

All the girls do.

Or else I'll cut her throat.

Bye-bye, Boo Boo.

Until we meet again.

♪ ♪

(laughing)

♪ Precious moments ♪

♪ Are we in love ♪

♪ Or ♪

♪ Just friends? ♪

♪ Is this my beginning ♪

♪ Or is this the end? ♪

♪ When will I see you again? ♪

(exclaims)

♪ When will I see you again? ♪

♪ Sweet, sweet love of mine ♪

-(groans) -♪ Come on, come on ♪

♪ When will I see you again? ♪

♪ Tell me, yeah ♪

♪ When will I see you again? ♪

♪ My sweet lover, yeah ♪

♪ When will I see you agai... ♪

(radio clicks off)

(groaning)

(panting)

-(groaning) -(Pebbles whines)

(Pebbles barking)

Trying to get this?

The student has become the teacher.

Thanks to me and my experiment.

If that's what you call stalking,

kidnapping and murder.

Well, some call it releasing their inner goddess.

How'd you find me?

Same way you followed me:

with her.

It's the only thing that I would never get rid of.

So you broke into my apartment,

you drugged her,

and then fucked with her chip.

A good dog owner like you--

of course I knew she'd have a chip.

See, that's the problem.

You think technology is your servant,

and really it's just a back door to bad boys like me.

And me.

Thanks to the app that's connected to her chip,

here we are again,

you and me enjoying a lovely morning in the L.A. River.

I mean, did you really think that I would give her up?

Well, you get a gold star.

Yay for you.

Help me up.

Do you know how many times a citizen is caught on camera?

75 times a day for an American,

300 for a Brit.

And that's just security cameras.

Well, I don't give a shit. Now help me up.

I think you should give a shit.

You should definitely give a shit, because...

doesn't really look like you're mobile.

You're not walking out of here or crawling.

I think this might be the one place

in this entire fucked-up city

doesn't have any security cameras,

ATM camera,

an asshole on an iPhone.

This is the one place

where you can scream and scream and scream...

...and no one will ever hear you.

Oh, really?

Are you gonna kill me?

You, Boo Boo?

Hmm? You're gonna snuff out a human life?

Why did you do it?

Why didn't you just let him be?

God.

It's like breathing for you, isn't it?

That endless squalling

and screeching.

(scoffs) Jesus.

He was a good person.

Yeah.

Well, you're not.

You're damaged goods.

You were made a loser, and you'll go out as one,

boo-hooing down the Yellow Brick Road.

Now fucking help me up!

(whistles)

Pebbles...

kill.

(Pebbles whining)

(barks)

(snickers)

What a badass.

Come here.

You want to know why I'm crying?

'Cause you need a stylist?

Got something in my eye, asshole.

Don't forget your phone.

(grunting)

Fuck. (groans)

You're joking.

(grunts)

(crying)

Aah!

Oh, are you fucking kidding me?

(grunting)

(coyotes howling in distance)

(howling, yapping)

♪ All the leaves are brown ♪

♪ And the sky is gray ♪

♪ I've been for a walk ♪

Go away!

-♪ On a winter's day ♪ -Get!

Get! Get! Get!

♪ I'd be safe and warm... ♪

Hey!

I am on top of the food chain-- you cannot eat me!

(growling)

(yelps, grunts)

♪ California dreamin', oh ♪

-♪ On such a winter's day ♪ -(screaming)

-(coyotes howling) -(screaming)

♪ All the leaves are brown ♪

♪ And the sky is gray, yeah ♪

♪ I've been for a walk ♪

♪ On a winter's day ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ California dreamin' ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ On such a winter's day ♪

♪ I'd be safe and ♪

♪ I'd be safe and warm ♪

♪ I'd be safe and warm. ♪

♪♪♪