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(moderate upbeat music)

(dog barking)

(moderate upbeat music)

(dogs barking)

(moderate upbeat music intensifies)

(elevator bell dings)

(elevator bell dings)

- Is this really necessary?

- Get in.

- My car is parked out front.

- Get in.

- I really don't mind following you.

I mean, I can give you the address to get there.

- I insist.

(door closes)

(car engine revving)

- [Driver] Why were you here?

- I was on a date.

- With her?

- No, a different girl.

- Well, who was she with?

- Me.

It was a blind date.

- Ms. Ross.

- Oh

I'm not sure.

- You didn't see her with anybody?

- Not exactly.

- Well, why was she here?

- I don't know.

- You don't know much, do you?

Now, where were you exactly when you saw her?

Exactly?

- Outside of the bathroom.

- What?

- She was coming outside of the bathroom.

- (sighing) Wait here.

(door opening)

(slow drumming music)

(car alarm locking)

(train horn)

(dramatic music)

(voices muttering)

(car alarm beeping)

(footsteps)

(dramatic music)

(gravel crunching under footsteps)

(dramatic music)

(cellular beep)

- How do I call an Uber driver?

(phone ringing)

- Sorry for the delay.

- Is this kind of slack attitude

we can expect from your company during this situation?

- I have no time.

You can go to the south east corner of the building

and find what you're looking for.

Can I borrow a pen?

If you look into Spockus Investments,

they're using it as a shield company to hide losses.

It's great.

- Spockus?

- Yeah, someone's a big Star Trek fan.

Also, you wanna gather all the recyclables

from the building

and having your guys sift through them because,

they're shredding the most incriminating stuff first.

Next, my boss is about to walk by so

this next part's not gonna be pleasant.

(uggghhh)

- You're wasting your time, my time, everybody's time!

There's nothing to see here, Dave.

(phone ringing)

(elevator bell dings)

- My name is not Dave.

- 25th floor.

(knock on door)

- Oh hey, man.

What are you doing all the way over here?

- Listen, that girl Molly?

I want you to set us up.

- Really?

- Yeah. Sure.

- Okay, I'll see if she's free tonight.

- She is.

- You sound really optimistic about this one.

(keypad dialing)

- Let's just say I have a good feeling about tonight.

- Molly, yeah, it's Ryan.

Hey, are you free tonight?

(shredding machines roaring)

(elevator door dings)

(phone ringing)

(sounds of the shredder)

(phone ringing)

- Yeah, we have a problem.

(knocking on door)

- Where is he?

- I don't know.

- Find him.

- Alright, you're all set.

- Great.

- Hey, I heard those SCC guys,

they went up to Bill's office.

- They did?

- Yeah.

- That is not good.

- Okay, yeah, not good.

What does 'not good' mean?

- It's not the best.

- So, I mean, does that mean that it's the worst?

What? I mean...

- I don't know.

You didn't do anything wrong,

just keep your head down.

(knocking on door)

- I'm sorry, Howard needs to see you.

- Why are they on the 25th floor?

How do they even know about the 25th floor?

What I don't understand is

how they can be with you one minute,

and then prying through every filthy document we got

the next minute.

And asking about (fist slamming onto table)

Star Trek!

(door closes)

(elevator bell dings for each floor)

- Who was that that dropped you off there?

- Uber.

- What's wrong with your car?

- Nothing.

- Well, you didn't send it to a mechanic, did you?

Those guys will nickel and dime you to death,

at fifty dollars for an air filter.

- The car is fine.

Hey listen.

The other day, I kind of snapped at you and

I shouldn't have.

- I don't remember our last meeting being uncordial.

- Let's just say, in my head it was.

And I said some things, and I was wrong.

- What's in the box?

(splash in water)

- I got fired today.

- What?

- It seems like there is a price to pay

for acting like a hero.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- If I go on from this point, where I am,

even if things are left how they are,

if I win I still lose.

- You'll find another job.

I mean, I don't mean to trivialize it, but you know

you're a bright guy.

- I just didn't think things would get like this.

- Well, with life there's bleak moments

and some of them are unbearable.

And sometimes I get to thinking

what am I doing still here?

The plan was for me to go first.

- What do you tell yourself?

- Well, that God's got a plan

and I don't get to know what it is (snicker)

I don't even get to understand it.

My only concern is, how do I attend to it?

Well, like I said, you'll find another job.

Probably about in five minutes.

- Papaw, I need a favor.

- Go ahead.

- I need you to pick up my car.

- I thought you said that there was nothing wrong with it.

- I did.

Nothing's wrong with it.

- Well, Okay.

I mean, you know you can keep it here.

- I left it parked.

And, I don't really want people to know that it's my car.

Also, I need to borrow your truck.

- My truck?

- And this.

- Boy, what are you up to?

- Attending to it.

- Okay, but, I like that truck.

(salsa music)

(car engine passes)

(salsa music continues)

- Bathroom is for women.

You can use the other one over there.

- Thanks.

I don't need to go.

- Then don't.

(sighs)

(salsa music continues in background)

- Excuse me, Hi.

It's Molly, right?

- Yeah, yeah, I...

- I'm so sorry to (mumbles) to do this

could you just check the restroom for me?

- Oh..

- Tell me what you see.

Just go in the ladies room and ask for Ms. Ross (mumbles)

(salsa music)

(door opens)

- Ms. Ross?

- Do I know you?

- No, but it's important you come with me.

- Do you know this guy?

- No. Come with me.

- (lady mumbles)

- Not now Molly.

You're on a date.(mumbles)

What if he shows up and you're not there?

- What is going on.

- You're safe.

There's a guy outside trying to kill you.

(doors squeaking)

- Owwwwwwwww

(groaning in pain)

(water running)

- Hey, wait.

Who are you?

- Molly, what are you doing?

- How do you know my name?

- This is not a first impression, okay.

- Are you my date?

(gravel crunching under footsteps)

- You

Whoa, whoa

- Keep your hands out of your pockets

I can't believe you maced me.

- Now what?

- No we're leaving (mumbles)

- Who are you?

- I'm the guy trying to save you.

This is the other guy.

Keys?

- In my pocket.

- Slow.

Slow!

Give them to her.

Get in.

Backseat.

(slamming car door)

(car alarm setting)

- You do know that he can still get out, right?

- Yes.

- Like there's still a door handle.

- Keep walking.

It'll be loud.

(car horn honking)

(vehicle engine)

- Alright, before anything else

I got to know, what's up with you and that restaurant?

- What?

- It took me a while to find you there,

in the women's room.

What's up with that?

- Why have you been looking for me?

Did Mark send you?

- Mark?

Who's Mark?

- Are you with the FBI?

- No!

- Then who do you work for?

- Nobody.

Interion.

Actually, I was fired today.

I'm pretty sure that's your fault.

- Why have you been looking for me?

- Is there a rag or something around here?

I need to wipe my face.

- I don't know.

This isn't my car.

Oh.

- Thanks.

- Why have you been looking for me?

- Because somehow our lives are inter-twined.

I don't know.

I do know that potato-sack, back there,

is trying to kill you.

Why is he trying to kill you?

- Look I don't know you.

I have no idea who you are or what you want.

For all I know, you could be with them, okay.

- If I was with them you'd be in the back of that trunk.

- Maybe.

- Maybe!

I just saved your life.

- I don't know that.

That whole thing back there could've been staged.

- (tsk) so let me get this straight.

I get fired today.

I get my friends fired.

I finally track you down.

I stop the bad guy from getting to you first.

You maced me, which feels wonderful by the way.

I save you again, and this is all

staged for your viewing pleasure? (tsk)

And I lost my hat.

That was a very nice hat.

(car door slamming)

(car door slamming) - Wait, wait, wait.

You can't go, not yet.

- Listen, you have serious problems.

- Are you gonna hit me?

- Yeah, if you come any closer.

- I gave you the bat.

- That wasn't your smartest decision, now was it?

- Wow!

Just wow.

- Listen, I don't want to hit you, okay.

I already feel bad about your face,

so, just don't follow me.

- You can't go, not til midnight.

- And why not?

- Because at midnight I would have done my job

and you'll be safe.

And then you can go wherever you want.

Go find some other nice people to pepper-spray,

but I can't let you leave until then.

- Why? What happens at midnight?

- I turn into a pumpkin.

(laughter)

please.

- You sound like a crazy person.

And, if I just walk away?

- Then I'm just gonna have to come with you

and neither of us will like that.

- My name is Harper. Harper Ross.

- Get in.

- So where are we going?

- I don't know.

- (laughing) You don't know.

- Hey, hot shot, he saw me.

He wasn't suppose to see me,

but thanks to you he did.

So I don't know where we can go

where you'll be safe.

(exhaling)

- No, you're not with them.

Are you?

- I have an idea.

Hi, how are you?

- Fine?

- Sorry for showing up this late, but you don't know me.

I'm a friend of Earl's.

- Yeah, I know Earl,

but he's never mentioned a friend.

- I'm Harper.

- Jessica.

- Hi.

- We're in a bind.

Sort of a domestic abuse situation and,

I was hoping, maybe we can wait here for a little bit?

- What happened to your face?

- She a, pepper-sprayed me.

- It was an accident.

- We only need a couple hours of your time

and we'll be out of your hair.

Earl said I could trust you.

- Okay.

- Can we wash up in your bathroom?

- Sure.

- Earl says hi, by the way.

Sorry about all the towels.

- It's okay.

I can wash them.

- If the stuff doesn't come out I'll reimburse you.

- So are you two married or what?

- It's not like that.

- No, we just met.

- I don't like her very much.

(phone vibrates)

Sorry.

Papaw?

(dramatic music) - Don't hang up.

Do you know who this is?

- Yes.

- Do you know where I am?

- Yes.

Do you ever see those flavors they list

on side of the dog food bags?

- I don't have a dog.

- I know, but you've seen dog food bags before.

They got the flavors listed down the side.

Chicken, beef, pork and vegetables (mumbles) etc.

I was wondering, why they have those flavors

listed on the side of the bag?

Because after all, it's not like we're gonna eat it.

The dog eats it.

So, how would we know?

I mean it could say, steak or lobster or alien food.

How would anybody know?

(finger snapping)

(dramatic music)

Not like the dog's gonna eat it.

They eat they're own doody.

It makes no difference to me.

- Why are you telling me this?

- It turns out, they have actual taste-testers,

real people, like us

that's they're job.

They go and taste the food

and determine what to put on the bag.

Dude, can you imagine a job like that?

You go to a dinner party, and they're like

what do you do?

And you say, I taste dog food for a living.

Sorry.

- Those go in the pot.

They can trace that to within the inch.

- Papaw, no one cares.

Don't leave the house.

If you see anything weird, call the police.

And don't leave before midnight.

I'll be back.

(dramatic intense music)

(door creaking open)

- Papaw! Papaw!

Papaw, hey, wake-up.

Wake-up, wake-up.

Hey, hey, can you hear me?

Papaw, wake-up.

Wake-up Papaw!

(crickets chirping)

(dramatic music)

(call ringing)

- [Operator] 9-1-1, what your emergency?

Hello, hello? Hello?

Sir, sir, I need your location.

- My Papaw.

I just found him dead in the backyard.

(mumbles of the operator)

I don't know.

I don't know what happened.

It's just..

- [Operator] Sir, I can't help you

if you don't tell me where you are.

- Wait, what time is it?

(car engine roaring)

- It's okay.

It's not your fault.

You didn't know what game you were playing.

I don't hold it against you.

You've got to be careful with phones, though.

The pot thing, fantastic.

Why don't you set the bat down and take a seat? hmm

And we'll have us a little discussion?

I only have one question.

I understand Ms. Ross,

I even have some respect for her,

scrooples are a fine thing to have

when you know how to use them.

But I don't know you.

I didn't know you this morning.

You weren't a blip on my radar.

And now here we are,

and it has come to this, and I'm wondering

where did you come into this?

- You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

- You've told me you met Ms. Ross before,

in a restaurant.

But you know what's funny?

When I ask her how you met

she told me, actually she swears,

that she met you for the first time this evening.

- I can see how she'd say that.

- That's too bad.

I liked your story better.

You know, I've always been a romantic.

Who's this?

- My friend.

- She said she met you an hour ago.

- A friend of a friend.

- Interesting.

Very interesting.

(gun cocking)

Now Ms. Ross, I'm going to need the file.

Or he dies.

(laughing) All of this for something so small.

You know I always thought of you like a daughter.

- No you didn't.

- But I did dear.

I did.

That's what makes it so tragic.

You always reminded me of myself.

Heart,

ambition,

fortitude.

I'm gonna have such a hard time

talking with your parents about this.

(gun firing)

(dogs barking)

- At this point, I have no reason to lie to you both.

And, I hope that you believe me when I say that

I feel bad about what I've done.

I feel bad about you grand-dad.

I want you to know that he was nothing but kind.

Betrayal's personal.

She crossed the line.

I can still respect her, but she made a choice.

But for you both, it's not personal.

It's just a bad beat.

We are creatures of glory and horror.

That's just how it is.

(gun fires twice)

(bullets hitting the floor)

(solemn music)

(dogs barking)

(wincing in pain)

(car engine revving, driving off)

(clock ticking)

(struggling, hard breathe)

(only clock ticking)

(dramatic music)