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(eerie music)

(TV static)

(soft piano music)

(intense music)

(car beeping)

(ethereal music)

(water splashes)

- God dammit.

Come on.

Come on, pick up.

Hello, it's me.

Yeah, I had a little problem with the thing.

Can't really talk about it over the phone.

(bag rustles)

- Lucky I happened along.

Nobody uses this road very much anymore.

- Yeah.

- Got some car problems?

- Yeah, there's a wonky tire.

- The back one or the front one?

(gunfire)

(gunfire)

(flies buzzing)

(eerie music)

- Shit.

Shitty, shitty, shitty, shitty.

(ethereal music)

(phone ringing)

Thank God you called man.

(man chattering)

Listen, listen, things got a little screwy, all right?

I know, I know, I know, I know.

Listen,

I've been up all night doing your goddamn dirty work.

At least give me a little respect.

Oh fuck, goddammit, goddammit, goddammit.

Play it cool, play it cool.

Shit, fuck, fuck.

- Good evening, sir,

would you mind shutting the vehicle off?

You have a license and registration, proof of insurance?

- There's my license.

- What are you doing out here tonight?

- I'm just out visiting family.

- Visiting family at 11 o'clock at night?

The reason I pulled you over

is I noticed you using a cellular phone

without a hands free device.

- Yeah.

- And I also observed you trying

to hide something underneath the passenger side seat.

Would you mind telling me what's in that bag, Wayne?

- There's nothing in the bag, officer.

- Nothing in the bag?

- No.

Nothing.

- Wayne, I'm gonna have to ask you to step out of the car.

Keep your hands where I can see him.

(gunfire)

Fuck, goddammit, goddammit.

(whimpers)

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

(phone ringing)

- [Machine] You have selected the deluxe car wash.

(phone ringing)

(yells)

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

(urinating sounds)

Dammit, fuck.

(phone ringing)

What's going on, sweetheart?

- You looking for a date tonight?

(phone ringing)

You gonna get that?

(phone ringing)

- Tito.

- Hey dude, what's up brother?

How you been, man?

Everything's gonna be all right.

Everything's going to be fine.

(snoring)

(phone ringing)

Hello.

- [Man] Jesus Christ, who the fuck do you think you are?

Not answering my phone calls

after you hang up on me last night.

Wait a minute.

Why do I sound so different?

- You're on speakerphone.

- [Man] Is there somebody there with you?

- No, it's no big deal,

I just had some complications last night.

I took care of it.

Now, I just have to have a hands free device.

- [Man] Are you still holding a phone?

- Well yeah.

- [Man] Well then it's not hands free, you fucking idiot.

- I'm not going to set it on the ground.

- [Man] Nevermind, I don't give a shit.

Where are you right now?

- I'm on my way to you.

- [Man] All right, good, good, that's good.

Here's what I want you to do.

I want you to pull over at the old berry iron place.

You know where that is?

I'll meet you there.

You get your mind straight.

We're gonna walk away from this rich.

- Are you sure you weren't followed?

- No, I wasn't followed, I'm not an idiot.

- So what's all the fuss about?

Did you drown the bitch or not?

- Not exactly.

Look, it wasn't as easy as you said

it was going to be, all right?

She came at me all psychotic so I had to shoot her.

- You shot her?

- Yeah.

And then I got all freaked out.

So I cut her head off 'cause I was worried

about forensics and the bullets and stuff.

- Wait a minute.

You cut her fucking head off?

- Well yeah.

- Dude said we're not supposed to fuck the body

or fuck with the body in any way.

- I know, I know, I fucked up.

But she's dead, all right?

- All right, so where is she?

- There and back there.

And on me.

- So she's all in here?

- Mostly.

- What the fuck have you been doing all night?

- Well, I tried to ditch the head in the river

and the river was dried up.

And then this nice guy I ran into, I had to kill him.

Then a cop pulled me over, I had to kill him.

- You had one fucking job.

I don't even give a shit.

Here's what we're going to do.

I'm going to see if we can squeeze

some more money out of this prick,

and you're going to give me your gun.

And I'm going to clean up this mess.

And you're going to get some sleep,

'cause you look like shit kid.

- I feel like shit.

I just didn't have time to finish the whole job,

and here take that fucking thing.

The last time I ever want to see a gun again.

And here's her goddamn head.

(gunfire)

- It's your own fault, you stupid fuck.

I don't know what my idiot daughter ever saw in you.

(bag rustling)

(eerie music)

(organ music)

- Is it done?

- That's why I'm here, isn't it?

- Good, good, come in.

You'll have to excuse me.

Place is a mess.

- Don't you worry about it.

Just give me my money and you'll never have to see me again.

- Of course.

I have been on edge since this whole thing started.

Wait here, I'll be right back.

- Sure.

Oh, what a night.

Oh shit.

That's what I'm talking about.

- Aren't you going to ask why?

- Why what?

- Why I hired you to do such an awful thing.

- Buddy, I don't give a shit

if she was the second coming of motherfucking Theresa,

I just want my money.

- My my, you are a professional.

- That's right.

You don't mind if I count it, do you?

- Be my guest.

- And I had to take out a little bit

of an insurance policy in case you welshed on our deal.

- What are you talking about?

- Well, things got a little messier than you budgeted for.

I'm going to need another 30 grand

to get rid of that little gem right there.

- What have you done?

Get it out of here, get it out of here.

- I'll get it out of here at 30 grand.

It's that simple.

One,

two.

Take it easy, padre.

20 grand, 20 grand.

What are you doing?

Stop, stop.

What the fuck.

What the fuck.

Jesus Christ.

(intense music)

(man groaning in pain)

(rock music)

(eerie music)

(knocks)

(knocks)

- Hey, Linds, he's here for some of his stuff.

Is that all right?

- Yeah.

What's with the name tag?

- Speed dating.

- Already?

- Where's my box?

- What box?

- My last box of stuff.

- Teddy, there is no last box.

You took everything.

- Don't play games with me.

I had important shit in that box.

That's my bear.

- You gave this to me.

- Yeah, and now I want it back.

- Not a chance.

- I had to give you back my watch.

- Teddy, this bear has gotten me

through so many tear-filled nights.

You can't put a price on that.

- 14 bucks at a gas station in Encino.

I want it.

- No.

- Do you want me to be ruthless?

Huh?

Cause I will.

I'll be downright evil.

You don't know this, you don't understand.

But I will fucking kill you Lindsey.

I'll kill Tom.

I'll kill every roommate you got in this damn place.

Just give me the fucking box.

I gotta piss.

When I get back,

I'm gonna take the box and I'm going

to take the fucking bear.

- I hate this.

- Yeah.

You could have some of my onion.

- Did you see where I put my knife?

- No.

Teddy took it.

- I literally just put it down two seconds ago.

That's not possible.

(man groaning)

- Teddy.

(intense music)

Oh.

- No.

(rock music)

(ethereal music)