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[radio static]

[kids playing]

[traffic sounds]

[train horn]

[train bell]

[siren wailing]

[bus brakes screech]

[music stops]

[man humming]

[Female Waitress] Have
a seat wherever you like, hon.

[Simon] I'm Simon.

I'm here for the
job interview.

[Female Waitress] Okay.

I'll go let the manager
know you're here.

You can wait there.

[Simon] Thank you.

[Manager] So, Simon.

I was hoping you could, uh,
clarify something for me.

Mm-hm.

You wrote here

that you were last
employed ten years ago.

Yes.

And nothing since?

No.

Have you been in school?

Um... no.

May I ask why there's such a
gap in your employment history?

Um...

I had some, uh,
medical problems.

I was in a hospital.

[Manager] Oh, um, I see.

[chuckles] Here's the thing,
Simon.

We were really...

[Man's voice in Simon's head]
Well, here it comes.

We're about 30 seconds
away from "Thanks for coming in.

Now, go fuck yourself,
crazy boy."

How does it feel knowing
you can't even

jockey menus to senior citizens?

[maniacal laughs] Maybe you
could sing for the customers?

You like to sing, don't you?

Yeah, of course you do.

You're just a little girl
who likes to sing.

[Simon] Go away.

[Old Man] Oh, you think
'cause you start some new pills,

you're gonna get rid of me?

You know there's only one way
to get rid of me.

You couldn't even
get that right.

[clanking and clattering]

[eerie music]

[Simon gasps]

Are you okay, Mister McNally?

The colorless ideas
do not sleep tonight!

[awkward silent]

Um, are you sure you're okay?

Yes. Yes! Everything's fine.

Well, thank you for coming in.

We will hold onto this
and I, uh,

[clears throat]
I--I'll let you know.

[mischievous music]

[lively chattering]

[knocks on door]

Deerman, what a surprise.

Isn't there supposed
to be an officer

on duty in the cafeteria
at all times?

Deerman, how many times
do I have to tell you?

You don't work here anymore.

[Student] This is assault, man.

This guy maced me.

Did you spray this kid?

[Deerman sighs]

Deerman, what did you spray
this kid with?

Hand over what you lifted.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Sure you do.

Campus security.

[laughs] Right.

Well, I'm late for class,
so you just let me know

when we get to the part
where I give a shit.

Oh, okay.

Oh! Oh!

Oh, my god!

[phone ringing]

Hand sanitizer?

He has a backpack
stuffed full of muffins, bagels.

Whatever he could get
his little thieving hands on.

You sprayed this kid
in the face with hand sanitizer?

You took away my pepper spray,
so I had to improvise.

My eyes
are on fucking fire, man.

Come on.

- Stop whining.
- [Student] God!

Uncuff him.

[Student winces]

Now!

- Kendra.
- [Kendra] Mm-hm.

Grab the emergency eyewash
out of the first aid kit.

Take this kid to the bathroom
and help him wash out his eyes.

You're not gonna
call the cops?

If I call the cops on anyone,
it's gonna be on you.

[Ed] I saw these locks
you ordered for

the security patrol bikes.

- [Jeremy] What about them?
- [Ed] They're tubular.

[Jeremy] And?

[Ed] Jesus H. Christ
on a cracker.

Don't you know how easy it is
to pick a tubular lock?

I mean, these bikes
represent a hefty share

of our
entire year's security budget.

It's not our security
budget anymore, Deerman.

It is my security budget.

And this is how you
protect the investment,

by getting a bunch of locks
that any 9-year-old could pick

with a BIC pin in
less than ten seconds?

God damn it.

Who's minding the store
since I've left?

I! I am minding the store.

You know, Deerman,

there are two types of failures
in this world.

Has-beens and never-wases.

You are a never-was.

And I don't care about the
opinion of a never-was.

I think it would be
best for everyone

if you don't come around here
for a while.

[door hinges squeaking]

[Ed sighs]

[somber music]

[car squealing to halt]

[Simon humming]

[Ed] Freak.

[door opening]

[Deedee] Oh. Birdy,
is it time for the interview?

Uh, it already happened.

What?

How'd you get there?

Um, you know,
same way I got everywhere

before I moved back.

Took the bus.

Well,
I would have driven you.

[Simon] You were sleeping.

Yeah, but still,
I would have [yawns].

[Simon] It's fine. It's fine.

I'm--I'm used to doing things
on my own.

So, how'd it go?

[phone ringing]

[Simon] Who's that?

Uh, it's a telemarketer.

How did it go?
Feel good about it?

Don't you have--you have
class at noon, right?

Oh, damn it!

Got a histology quiz today.

Ugh.

Um, hey, I was thinking
that maybe, uh, Saturday

we could hit up Dooley's,
you know?

Karaoke night,
after I get off work.

Be fun.

[Simon] Uh, no, thanks.

It's not really my thing
anymore.

Not your thing?

You used to light
that place up when you sang.

What happened to the kid
I used to have to drag out

of there at closing because
he had to do just one more?

I don't know. I wish I knew.

Mm.

[serene piano chords]

[phone ringing]

Hey, Simon. You can come in now.

Can we do something
about the spasms?

[Dr. Hoffman] I wish we could,
but tardive dyskinesia is,

unfortunately, very common
for patients taking

Risperdal and Loxapine.

I mean, I'd switch you
to something else,

but nothing else we've given you

has been as effective.

How are your symptoms?

[Simon] Nothing to report.

[Dr. Hoffman] No word salad,
no hallucinations?

[train horn]

[Simon] No.

[Dr. Hoffman] I know you
mentioned before

that you sometimes feel
like people

are watching you under your bed,
in your closet.

How's that?

[Simon] Fine. Totally gone.

[Dr. Hoffman] Totally?

[Simon] Yeah.

[Angry Man] Look at me
when I'm talking to you!

[Woman] Ah!

[Angry Man]
I don't want to get angry.

I don't.

I just want you
to see respecting of things

'cause I [indistinct] fair
respect.

Where were you before me?
Huh, baby girl?

We feed you. We clothe you.

We keep you warm.

Do either of us get an ounce
of goddamn gratitude?!

What are you doing? Huh?!

You fucking bitch!
[Smack of slap]

[Simon gasps]

[Man's voice in Simon's head]
Oh my, this looks serious.

The prince disintegrates
in the morning.

The prince disintegrates
in the morning.

[Man's voice in Simon's head]
Good thing you can't even

put a sentence together.

Just go home,
you babbling moron.

[woman groaning]

[van door bangs shut]

[Simon gasps]

[Voice in head]
What's wrong?

Seeing things again?

One, two, three.

[Voice in head]
Now they're getting away,

and that's your cue
to freeze up and stand there,

just like you did
when I broke your sister's jaw.

You couldn't do anything then,
and you won't do anything now.

[tense, thrilling music]

3-1-4.

[tense, thrilling
music continues]

[Simon mumbling]
5-1-N-3-1-4. 5-1...

[music playing on TV]
[Ed snoring]

[loud banging on door]

[Ed] What the hell
do you think you're doing?

Hi, I'm Simon.

[Ed] Yeah, I know who you are.

You're the batshit loon
that lives next door.

Yeah, no, I'm not a loon.

I'm sick.

Boo-fucking-hoo. All right?

Aren't you the same guy
that punched two cops

in the middle of the road
and we had reporters here

for two days straight
after that?

Do you have any idea what
that kind of publicity does

to neighborhood property values?

I'm sorry.

I wasn't really thinking
about that at the time.

[Ed] No,
you sure as hell weren't.

Aren't you supposed
to be in some kind of

cracker factory up north?

Yes, they let me out, though.

Oh, good.

My tax dollars at work.

Sir, I need a ride.

[Ed] Excuse me?

Do I look like a cabbie to you?

[Simon] No, no.
Look, this is important.

I saw--I saw a girl,
and she was--she got--

she was getting beaten up.

- And I--
- [Simon] All right.

You got ten seconds
to get off my porch

- and then calling the cops...
- [Simon] No.

...and they can put you back
where you belong.

[Simon] Wait, wait, no, no, sir!
I--I saw a girl get beaten up,

and I think she may be
kidnapped,

and I need to get
to the police station.

And the buses, they don't go
that way anymore today.

Please, sir!

I know you can hear me. Sir?!

[horns blaring]

[Voice in head] You're looking
pretty tired there

and only six more blocks to go.

[laughs]

Not tired.

[Voice in head] Sure you are
and you know what happens

when you get tired.

[car speeding]

[machine whirring loudly]

[Voice in head] [laughs]

You think you're gonna make it
another six blocks

with your chicken legs,
and fucked up head,

and your silly
little notions of heroism?

Hey, how are your arms feeling?

[Voice in head] You think you're
gonna be the one to save her?

You think I'm gonna let
that happen?

You're no man. You're
just a silly little girl

who likes to sing,
and I've got your number.

Remember that.

The twirling scars the boy.

I'd like to report a kidnapping.

[phone ringing]

[Simon] She had light hair,
shoulder length.

She was about 19, 20, um... pale.

Uh-huh. What about the man?

Um, yeah, he was wearing
a turtleneck shirt

and, uh, a leather jacket...

average height, um, thin.

And facial features?

[Detective Glover] Eyes, hair,
crow's feet, marks, anything?

I didn't--I didn't really get a
good look at his face.

[Detective Glover] Okay, and you
said you had a plate number?

[Simon] Yes, yes.

5-1-N 3-1-4.

[Detective Glover] All right,
um, we'll check it out.

See what shakes loose.
Thanks for coming in.

We'll call you
if we have any questions.

When's your birthday? Simon?

April 30, 1992. Why?

Just for the report.

Thanks again for coming in.

[suspicious music]

[keyboard clacking]

[water pouring into cup]

[Voice in head] You know
they're not looking for her

because she doesn't exist.

They know you're a crazy,
little, shit-ass rat,

and deep down,
you know that too, don't ya?

[Voice in head] Oh, this is
rich.

A little girl who's still afraid
of boogeyman in the closet

and demons under the bed.

You really think for a second
that cop believed one word

that came out
of your twitchy little mouth?

[telephone ringing]

Glover.

Hi. Did you find her?
Is she okay?

[Detective Glover] Who is this?

Um, this is Simon McNally.

We--we spoke earlier, uh,
about the woman

who is in trouble
in the--in the alley

[Ed] between fourth and fifth.

Oh yeah, yeah. No luck,

[Detective Glover]
unfortunately.

But I gave you, um...

I ga--I gave you
a plate number.

Well, the plate number
you gave me

is registered to somebody
who actually got pulled over

this morning in Coldwater.

[Detective Glover] That's
a good 300 miles north of here.

Couldn't have been
on the van you saw.

[Simon] No. No, I saw a woman
get shoved into a white van

while I was on my way home

[Simon] from my doctor
appointment.

God, you found out
I was in a hospital, didn't you?

That's what this is.

You found out I was
in the hospital.

Now, now, you're gonna tell me
that I'm confused, right?

I'm--I'm not trying
to upset you. It's just--

[Simon] It's just what?
It's just what?

Just because I spent some

time in the hospital, that means
I couldn't possibly see

what I know that I saw?!

[Detective Glover]
Simon, there is nothing here

to corroborate your account.

You can't even describe the guy
you say you saw.

[Detective Glover] I want
to help here.

I'm just gonna need
something more...

What? What is it?

What is it? Reliable?

You need something more
reliable because my word,

my word isn't reliable enough,
is that it?

[Detective Glover] If you
remember anything else.

[phone beeps]

[Voice in head] Told you.

[Female voice on telephone]
Also the plaque

on your artery walls
is a bit of a concern,

and your cholesterol is
shockingly bad.

You're mumbling. Speak clearer.

[Female voice on telephone] I'm
not mumbling, sir.

What?

[Female voice on telephone]
I'm not mum...

Doctor Valentino
wanted me to make sure

that you're taking your
Ramipril.

Religiously.

[Female voice on telephone]
We also need to make a follow-up

appointment to examine your
enlarging prostate.

Can we schedule that?

You know, as much as I am
looking forward

to having my ass probed by a
three-foot claw at length,

I am sorry to say
that I am booked solid.

[Female voice on telephone]
Mister Deerman.

Director Deerman.

[Female voice on telephone]
Director Deerman, you are really

taking some awful risks here,
if you don't make some changes

to your lifestyle.

I--I appreciate the call.
Thank you.

All right, what do you think?

[ominous music]

Oh, you know what,
that doesn't help.

[game beeps]

[knocking on door
changes to banging]

Hold your horses! God damn.

[Ed] Oh, my God.

Now this can't be a thing.

You live next door, Screw Loose.

[Simon]
They--they won't look for her.

Who?

[Simon] The girl, the one who
I saw get thrown into a van.

They--they won't look for her.

And I just, I, I know
that she's out there.

[Ed] You know what?
I got an idea.

Why don't you go to the neighbor
on the other side of you?

'Cause maybe
they'll give a shit.

[Simon] But wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

Weren't--weren't you like a--

weren't you like a cop
or something?

Or something.

All right.

Before I change
my mind, come on.

Really?

[Ed sighs]

Thank you.

[Ed] You want
to just have a seat.

Take it easy.
I'll get you a cup of coffee.

The dogs are eating the lepers.

What did you say?

Just--sorry.

One second.

Sometimes when I...am excited,

my speech gets... mixed up.

They call it word salad.

I bet they do

What I meant to say was,

I don't think they think
I'm a reliable witness.

I know that they don't.

I gave them the license
plate number off the van,

and then when they ran it,
they--they said that it wasn't--

Maybe you remembered it wrong.

Are you saying I imagined it?

- No, I'm not.
- I didn't.

I didn't!

God damn it! I didn't!

Whoa, whoa.

Do not get foul with me,
taffy brain,

I will bounce you
to the moon and back.

Do you understand?

Yeah, I'm sorry.

All right, follow me.

[Ed] Okay. There are
at least 50 different sites

on the interweb where you
plug in your plate number

and it will kick you back
the owner's name and address.

What's the plate number?

But the cops said
it didn't check out.

- Just plate number, please.
- Right.

5...5-1-N 3-1-4.

[Simon] See,
here's the thing with cops,

they ran this one plate number.

They don't think
three-dimensionally.

See, there's A and B
and a straight line in between.

Okay.

Now, what if... change that
to...?

S-1-N 3-1-4, could it be that?

- Yeah.
- Could that be it?

Yeah, I think,
I g... I guess so, yeah.

And what about
change that to that?

Could that work?

Yeah.

I mean, the van was vibrating.

Mm.

See the way I see it,
there's a good five

or six possibilities of what
your mystery plate could be.

So you believe me?

Well,
no, I didn't say that.

Now, I--look--

I'm gonna get you started.

I'm gonna point you
in the right direction.

If we're lucky, we'll get a
couple names and addresses.

After that, my man,
you are on your own.

Why are you helping me
if you don't believe me?

Because I suck at poker.

Okay, um... Oh, shit.

Hold on.

0-4-0-2...

I should know this.

God damn it.

What's wrong?

We're going to plan B.

[exciting music]

It's a safe?

[Ed] Pretty clever, ain't it?

All Vanderton Clocks come with
that sweet little feature.

Let's go.

[music continues]

[PA] Number 24.

[Ed] All right, that's us.

Let me handle this.

Bureaucrats, they respect
law enforcement threats

such as myself.

Hello, ma'am.

My name is Ed Deerman.

I am director of security and
surveillance at the college,

and this here is my assistant.

Simon Mc--McNally.

Mister McNally.

How can I help you, sir?

[Ed] We are having some issues
with vandalism on campus.

Our security cameras caught
some license plates

to the cars that we think
are involved.

But I'm wondering
if you can be a doll

and run these plates for us

and help us
with our investigation.

Sir, I'm not authorized
to reveal this kind of

information to a security guard.

[Ed] Well, I'm not a
goddamn security guard.

I'm not a security guard.

I am the senior director of
security and surveillance

Operations at the college,
and I am authorizing you

to give me the names that go
with these license plates.

I'm gonna need
a bit more than that, sir.

May I ask you something?

What would your supervisor
think?

[Voice in Simon's head]
This is going really well.

Brilliant strategy, bringing in
Tweedledee there to help you.

We don't have time for this.

We don't have time for this.
She needs our...

Okay.

[Voice in head] Uh-oh.

She needs our help.

[Voice in head] I wonder
what's happening

to your girlfriend right now.

All those things
that might be happening

to a pretty girl like that, I
wouldn't worry about it though.

She's probably dead already.

Ma'am, ma'am!

Excuse me. Excuse me.

No, no, no, we're looking
for a girl who's in trouble

that she may be kidnapped.

- Please, you have to help us.
- Call the police now.

No! Goddammit! Do you hear me?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Look, the police are not
looking for her, okay?

McNally.

The cops aren't looking for her.

- McNally.
- Which has two sides?

Which has two sides?
The mountain--

- [Ed] ...reel it in.
- [Simon]...because--

Hey, hey, hey.

If we get arrested,
who's gonna find the girl?

Right?

Okay.

Just gonna take
him out of here, okay?

Please. Come on.

I'm sorry.

Now, that helps.

But th--there must be
something else we can do, right?

Like what?

[ballpen clicking]

What are you looking at?

I don't know.

I just like the way it sounds,
the way it clicks.

Look, you are creeping me out.

Okay.

So, you were like a guard?

I used to want to be
a guard when I was younger.

- I...I like the uniforms.
- I wasn't a fucking guard.

I wasn't a fucking guard, all
right? And you know what?

I wouldn't trust you
to protect a lemonade stand.

[car sputtering]

[car engine starts]

All right, why don't you
show me where you saw,

whatever it is
you think you saw?

Okay.

Hey, Liz, that license plate nut
who was in here?

Wasn't his name McNally?

Yeah. Why?

Because I got a manager
from the DMV over on 5th

saying that an old guy
and some crazy guy came in

trying to get her
to run some plate numbers

and one of them flipped out
in the lobby.

Guess what his name was?

[pensive music]

What was this girl wearing?

Short skirt, makeup.

What?

Short skirt, makeup.

You think she was
a working girl?

I don't know where she works.

Oh, my God. Never mind.

Forget it.

What? What?!

Where are we going?

We're gonna find us a date.

[car engine starts]

[Blonde Woman]:
So the guy says to me,

"Can I pay you
after our time."

You're fucking kidding me?

I make him cough up the guac
and the asshole's only got

two fives and a nickel on him.

It's like Christ man,
what does he think I am?

A goddamn amateur?

They're all yours, Spice.

[Ed] Oh, all right,
this time around,

I think it might go
a little better

if she thinks we're cops.

You want us to impersonate cops?

Well, I just,
I want you to follow my lead.

Okay?

Okay.

Hey, there.
I am Lieutenant Mitchum.

I'm at police department.
This is my partner.

We're cops.

Come on, this is harassment.

Oh, no, we're not looking
to tie you up with anything.

We just want
to have a quick chat.

I'm workin'.

And I don't want
to keep you from that.

Cigarette? Help yourself.

We are looking for a girl.

Yeah, who?

We don't have a name.

She's, uh, what? About yay high,
tall, thin, blonde,

18, 20 years old, maybe.

Last seen
in an alleyway downtown.

What happened to her?

Well, we don't know that either.

Roughed up, thrown in the
back of a van.

That's kind of
why we want to find her.

Make sure she's okay.

I got no idea
who you're talking about.

No, of course, not.

All right, will you do me
a quick little favor?

Just take your sunglasses off
for one second.

[Ed] Tell me that again.

I got no idea
who you're talking about.

All right.

Well, thank you for your time.
Keep those.

Simon.

She's telling the truth.

Doesn't know nothing.

How can you tell?

She blinked.

[smashing]

Shit!

[car ignition struggling]

No. Come on.
No. Come on!

[car ignition
struggling]

[smashing]

Is he a hallucination?

No, he is not
a goddamn hallucination.

Are you sure?

Lock the doors! Lock the doors.

Don't, you unlocked the doors!

Stop touching the buttons!
You unlocked the doors.

Oh, shit! God! God!

Take it easy on him. Easy.

Hey, let's just... let's
just talk about this.

[Simon] Rehearses the stuff
they're singing.

Rehearses the stuff
they're... singing.

Okay. Hey, hey, hey.

Calm down, all right?

We're gonna be okay.

Let me guess this is
about my video poker bill?

Shut the fuck up.

Can I help y'all?

Look, we're just
looking for a girl.

We thought maybe
she was working in the area.

God! Geez! Don't! What?!

That's a practice swing.

Want to know what he hits next?

- No!
- Stop hitting my car.

Look, this girl,
she might be in trouble.

[Cameron] You her family?

Not exactly.

Then, why do you care?

Because.

Because?

Yes, because.

Here's the deal,
nobody works this corner

without my say-so...

so whoever the fuck
you're looking for

has nothing to do with me
or my earners.

If you little chuckleheads want
to pretend to be cops,

go do it somewhere else. Okay?

[car whooshes by]

You okay?

Good.

I'm gonna send you a bill
for the damages.

Wait, what?

I didn't do that to the car.

No, you're right. You didn't.

It was friggin' Magilla Gorilla.

You know what?

Forget it. All right?

Playtime is over.
I'm going home.

No, wait. You said
you would get me started.

You said that you would help me.

You know what?

We don't even know
if these people

that we're looking for
even exist.

I thought you believed me.

Never said that.

All right, you know why
I never said that?

Because I don't believe you.
God damn it.

I'm going home.

You want to ride,
go ahead and get in.

Otherwise,
have a good life, Simon.

[emotional music]

[car engine starts]

Naturally.

[pen clicking]

[Simon humming]

[Ed] How the hell you plan
on finding her?

[Simon] What do you care?

[Ed] Can you speak up, please?

Oh, do you have
a hearing problem?

[Ed] No, I don't have a goddamn
hearing problem, you psycho.

- I think you have a
hearing problem.

[Ed] No, I don't.

Look, I think the only way
to do this is to find out more

about the license plates.

[Simon] I know that.

Yeah, but do you know
how to do it?

[Simon sighs]

[upbeat music]

[knock on door]

[Jeremy sighs]

Deerman, what part of
not coming around here

for a while is a mystery to you?

I just need five minutes.

I don't have five minutes.

I'm in the middle of training.

Two minutes.

What makes you think
I would even entertain

the notion of talking to you
for two minutes?

Well...

'Cause if you don't,

I suppose I could just,
I don't know,

call Mitch and Murray.

Yeah.

And why in the hell
would Mitch and Murray

want to talk to you?

You know, call me crazy,

but I think they'd be
real interested in knowing

that their new supervisor has
this habit of dry-humping

his young subordinates
in the cafeteria after hours.

And I'm assuming
that you have evidence

of these alleged activities.

Would I be
standing here if I didn't?

[Jeremy] You're bluffing.

Am I?

What do you want?

You still have that cop friend
that works down

in the traffic division?

Maybe. Why?

I just need names and addresses
for these plate numbers.

Do you remember
what you taught me

the first day I started here?

How to spot a liar?

Yeah, you always said
that liars either blink too much

or not at all.

There's no in-between,
and that's how I know

you don't have
proof of anything, Ed.

You forgot to blink.

Okay, I'll do this for you
on one condition.

All right.

You never, never come back
around here again.

If I see you, I'm going to
consider you a trespasser

and have you arrested.

Come on.

Mm. Take it or leave it.

Oh, that is some bullshit.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Fine, fine.

Say it.

I will never
come back here again.

Hm. I love the sound of that.

[upbeat, mischievous music]

[car hood slams]

What's that?

That is a retirement present.
Here.

- You got it.
- Yeah.

Now all gotta do
is check them out.

We?

But I thought you were just
gonna give me the names, right?

You want my help or don't you?

Yes, I do.

Great.

Let's go get some lunch,
and we'll go over that thing.

Oh, I'm not I'm hungry, though.

Fine. You can watch me eat.

[car engine starts]

[Diner Waitress]
Have you guys decided?

Did you say something?

Do you know what you want?

Well, I'm sorry, toots.

I couldn't hear you
over the sound of the fans.

The ceiling fans aren't on.

Okay, you shut up.

And yes, I've decided.

Can I get two flapjack dinners,
a large Coke,

and a large chocolate
milkshake with a dollop

of whipped cream extra thick?

Thank you so much.
You want anything?

No, thank you.

Hey, bep, bep. Excuse me.

I got this little card here.

Now, if I get two dinners,

does that mean
I get an extra punch?

Because if I get an extra punch,
that means next time I come in,

I get a free dinner.

Uh, I don't think so.

You don't think so,
or you don't know so?

[Diner Waitress]
I'll go check with the manager.

All right.

Some of us
are on a fixed income, missy.

God, people don't want to do
their jobs anymore, do they?

All right.

Look, out of the
five possibilities

there's only three
in the area, right?

None are registered to a van,

which means
we're probably right.

The van has stolen plates.

That stands to reason
that one of these

is missing its plates.

Yes.

- Yes.
- Yes.

Yes.

Yeah.

All right, I'll bite.

What's eating you, Screw Loose?

You know all those people
who were staring at me?

At the DMV, laughing?

That manager lady,
she thought I was pathetic.

You know that, right?

Kind of hard to miss.

You know,
you go all section eight.

People are gonna think that.

I have a name.

It's not Screw Loose.

It's not Section Eight...

or retard.

It's Simon. Si-mon.

Yeah.

Simon, it is.

Simon, it is.

[Ed] All right.
Well, this is the address

for the first name on the list.

Look, Simon.

In order for this to have
a chance in hell of working,

you are gonna have to keep
your talking to a minimum.

And, Simon, you gotta look
people in the eye.

How?

What do you mean, how?

Just, I don't know, just do it.

How hard can it be? Here.

Let's try it. Try it on me.

Right in the eye.

[Ed] Holy shit.

You really can't do it, huh?

Okay. How about this?

When you look at somebody,

it's only for one second
at a time, all right?

So, look at him, you count to
one, and then you look away.

The next time you look at him,
you count to two,

and you just kind of
keep adding seconds.

Okay? Does that sound good?

Yeah, sure.

Right on.

All right, let's practice it.

Look me in the eye.

One second,
that's all you got to do.

- Right now?
- [Ed] Yep, right now.

One second.

Simon, you can't say
one second out loud.

- Okay.
- It has to stay in your head.

I know.

Okay, one more time.

Oh, yeah, that was so natural.

You got this.
Let's do this, okay?

Okay.

[soft, pensive music]

[Ed] Hi,
I am Lieutenant Mitchum.

This is my partner,
Detective Douglas.

We are investigating a
possible kidnapping.

Wondering if we take a look at
a vehicle registered

as a 2004 Toyota Highlander
in your name?

I haven't had
that Highlander in months.

Got totaled.

You know what happened to it?

The last time I saw it,
they were towing what was left

of it to the junkyard.

Do you know
what junkyard they towed it to?

Uh, yeah.

I've got the receipt
somewhere around here.

No shit.

[Voice in head] Wow, you look
someone in the eye without

lapsing into incoherence like
any average seven-year-old.

Do you want your medal engraved
for the occasion?

[Simon humming]

Why are you always humming
that song?

It's always playing...

in there.

Sometimes it's
louder than others.

What does that feel like?

I mean...

hearing things
that aren't there.

I don't want to talk about this.

I don't want to be
driving around in my car

that just got
smashed up by a killer pimp.

But here we are.

[Simon] You wouldn't understand.

Simon, try me.

[radio on, channels changing]

[Ed] Hey, what are you doing?

Showing you what it's like.

[loud radio static]

All right,
that's loud enough, McNally.

Hey, that's loud enough.

[radio static intensifies]

Simon, I get it!

[radio static stops]

[pensive music]

- Hey, there.
- Hey.

What can I help you with?

Well, we are looking for
what's left of that car.

[Kurt] [exhales] I mean, yeah,
I towed it here, but

[scoffs] I don't know
where it is in the yard.

All right.

Do--do you mind if we have
a little walk through?

Yeah, sure. Have at it.

[Ed] Great. Thank you.

Just back there.

[Detective Glover] What did he
say when he was having this fit?

He said some girl needed help,
because... What'd he say again?

Um... because the cops
weren't looking for her.

I'd like to get the video
if I could.

Uh, my leg is killing me.

How much more we have to check?

Wait.

Is that a Highlander
right there?

[suspenseful music]

The numbers match.

- [Simon] They do?
- [Ed] Yeah.

This is the car
that the guy in the van

stole the plates off of, right?

That's exactly
what I was afraid of, kid.

What do you mean?

I mean, there's no way
to track down

whoever stole these plates.

What?

Why didn't you say something?

Why didn't you say
something before?

Well, frankly, I didn't
think we'd make it this far.

[distant woman screaming]

It's her. Ed, it's her.

Where the fuck you're going?

[Simon]
Come on, we gotta help!
[loud screaming]

We are on...

[car crusher sound]

Wait, wait!

Turn it off!
Turn it off! Turn it off!

Ed! Ed, she's in here.

She's in here. I heard her.

- [Ed] Simon.
- Hello.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- There's nobody in there.
- Hey, no. Ed, she's in here.

- I heard her. She's right here.
- There's nobody in here!

She's in here, Ed!

Simon. Hey, look at me.
[muffled] Look at me.

[Voice in head]
You know now, don't you?

You know you'll never find her.

Hell, she never had a chance.

Not with you looking for her.

Dad's always right, ain't he?

Say it.

You're right.

Dad's always right.

Who are you--
who're you talkin' to?

- What's going on?
- Nothing.

- Are you sure?
- I'm fine, old man.

Sorry, man.

[Kurt] No worries, buddy.

[unsettling music]

[keyboard clicks]

[Deedee] So, um,
I was looking online,

and this city has this service
to help people like you

find a job.

You know, maybe you could
take a look at their website.

People like me?

We need the income, Birdie.

You know,
I can only work at the salon

at night this semester,
and it's killing my take-home.

I'll find a job myself.

Can you at least
just look at the website?

[Simon] What did you do?

[Deedee]
Uh, well, you're welcome.

I mean, somebody had to
put it together.

I didn't put it together
for a reason.

[Deedee]
And what reason is that?

- What is this?
- [Deedee] I--I don't know.

I just--it was so bare.

I thought maybe I could
make it more you.

Simon, look,
we are barely hanging on here,

and you know that dad didn't
give a shit when he died.

And I don't know
what we're supposed to do.

What are we supposed to do
if we get evicted?

I don't know.

You could just run away again.

Oh, right, you know what?

Then you'd be out the money
that the state gives you for me.

You think I'm looking after you
for the 200 bucks I get a month?

I think if you really
gave a shit about me,

you wouldn't have left me alone
with the asshole.

I was 16.

I was 16, I was a fucking kid.

What was I supposed to do?

Fuck it. Never mind.

[banging on wall]

[soft music]

[water running]

[water stops running]

[brief floor creaking]

[insects chirping]

[floor creaking]

[Ed grunts]

[tense music plays]

[knocks on door]

I'm leaving for work now.

Good night.

[door shutting]

[water running]

[suspenseful music]

[Simon gasping]

[footsteps]

[Ed coughs]

[rhythmic,
suspenseful music]

[wrapper crinkling]

Why're you looking for me?

[Ed coughing]

I know you're not police.

So why are you looking for me?

I know you have the girl.

Ya asshat.

Who's with you?

Tell me who he is,
and I'll end you quick.

[Ed coughing]

[tense music]

[laughs] "The answer's unclear.
Try back later."

[thud]

Ah, fuck!

Ah! Ah! Ah! [panting]

Now, you don't want to kill me.

Yeah? Yeah, why not?

'Cause if I die, she dies.

I have partners.

What do you think happens
if hours tick by

and they don't hear from me?

You're lying. You're lying.

Might even think
the cops got a hold of me.

These aren't the kind
that leave witnesses behind.

Okay. Ed?

- [gun fired]
- [high pitched ringing]

[groaning echoes]

[Voice in head] Well, looky,
what we have here.

[evil laughter]

It was an, an accident.

[Voice in head]
Oh sure, an accident.

You accidentally blew his
face off with a shotgun.

He was trying to kill Ed.

He grabbed that girl.

[Voice in head] What scares
you more, knowing you'll be

spending the rest
of your life in a room

without windows
or knowing that you're just

as dangerous as everybody says?

[evil laughter]

Strike hard
at the lightning fire.

[phone ringing]

[Ed coughs]

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Don't move. Don't move. Don't
move.

Oh, kid. I'm so sorry.

Shut up.

- Okay.
- [Ed grunts]

Sorry, sorry.

Stay here. Stay here.

[Simon] Ed, where are your keys?

Christ.

[tense music]

[Simon strains]

Oh, fuck.

[radio static]

[Police Officer] We have a 1036,

reported at 30813,
Marchetti Drive.

Any units, please respond.

I'm gonna go, baby. Bye.

[siren wailing]

Dee, you've outdone yourself.

[Deedee chuckles]

Now, can you do something
about this face?

Oh, hush. You look beautiful.
Stop it.

[doorbell ringing]

Who's that?

Not sure. Let me go check.

I'll be right back
to cash you out.

Oh, okay.

[knocks on door]

Yeah, yeah, I'm coming.

Oh, for fuck's sake.
What happened?

Oh, my God, are you okay?

[indistinct]

[Deedee] Just set him down.

Okay, okay. Is this your blood?

Are you hurt?

He was attacked.

Why the hell
did you bring him here?

He was--he's bleeding.

He's bleeding everywhere,
and I couldn't stop it

and you were the closest help
that there was.

What the fuck
am I supposed to do?

Give him a perm?

No, you're a nurse.

No, I'm not. Not yet.

He needs a doctor, not a
third-year nursing student.

Can you just look at him?

- Look at him.
- Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck. Okay. Okay.

Is it just here?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Anywhere else?

My head.

Give me that towel.
Give me a towel.

Okay. All right.

I'm gonna put pressure on it, okay?

[Ed wails in pain]

- [Deedee shushes]
- [Simon screams]

Deedee, everything okay back
there?

Come here.

Wait, what am I doing?

Just put your hand on it.
Put pressure on it.

Be quiet 'till I get back.

Okay.

Just hold on, just hold on.

- Is everything okay?
- Yeah, yeah.

- What's going on back there?

Totally. Everything's fine.

But I thought I heard
a man screaming.

Oh yeah,
it's just an emergency wax.

That's all.
Uh, it'll be 110 for today.

Ah...

Just take it from there.

[tense music]

Um...

Don't worry about the change.

[Simon] How are we doing here?

Um, about the same.

Let go. You can let go.

All right, here's the story.

It's a deep laceration, so
it's not gonna clot on its own.

No matter how much pressure
we put on it.

We're gonna have to
stitch him up.

So you've done this before?

Nope, never,
but I have shadowed the nurses

at the ER for the past six
months, so I've seen it done.

Great.

Mister Deerman,
this is gonna hurt.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[camera shutter clicking]

[Detective Glover]
Know who he is?

[Tech]
No ID, no wallet.

Tough to tell.

Not the owner of the house.

Yeah, neighbors
who called it in say the house

belongs to Ed Deerman,
retired security guard.

They saw him fleeing the scene
with McNally after the gunshot.

ID's going to take a while.

He doesn't have enough of mouth
left for dental records.

[camera shutter clicks]

Yeah, put a BOLO out
for a silver Crown

Victoria, license plate.

Echo, Mary, Victor,
two, four, niner.

First suspect, McNally. Simon.

[water running]

[Deedee sighs]

He'll be okay.

Mild concussion,
but we stopped the bleeding, so.

Thanks, Dee.

Come here.

What's that?

Um, the man who attacked Eddy,
he had this on him.

Birdy, you gotta take that
to the cops, okay?

And you gotta tell them
everything you just told me.

They don't believe me.

I mean, they don't even believe
there's a girl.

They will now.

No, no.

By the time they figure that
out, she'll already be dead.

Birdy, please.

Just let the police handle this.

[Ed] She's right.

What?

[Ed] I'm sorry, kid.

When you came to me for help,

I should have
talked you out of it.

Never should have gotten
involved running around

like goddamn detectives.

No. No.

Cut the crybaby shit
and look at this.

I don't think
I'm up to it, kid.

What's--it--you're--you're
just gonna let her die?

He said the partners
could kill her in hours.

We don't know
that there are partners.

He could have been bluffing.

Maybe he wasn't.

[Ed sighs]

[Deedee] Birdy?

[knocks on door]

Did you guys hear that?

[Deedee gasps]

It's the cops. What do I do?

Nothing. Just stay here.

They probably didn't see you.

[Detective Gunn]
Ma'am, we saw you.

Will you please answer the door?

I have to go out there.

[Simon] Stall 'em.

Fuck no.

Stall them. Just two minutes.

Right, Ed?

Stall them.

Birdy, don't do this.

[tense music]

[Deedee sighs]

That was really nice
on the eye contact.

- [Simon] Thank you.
- Yeah.

Give me the goddamn phone.

[Simon] Okay.

Can I help you?

[Detective Glover]
Are you Deedee McNally?

Yes.

Can we enter
the premises, ma'am?

Do you have a warrant?

Simon McNally is your brother, correct?

[Simon] The partners.

All right, here goes nothing.

[phone ringing]

[Kurt] Thanks for calling
Kurt's Auto salvage.

If you've reached this message
during regular business hours,

we're not able
to come to the phone.

Son of a bitch.

[Kurt] Please leave a message,
and we'll get back to you soon.

- We gotta go.
- [Kurt] See ya'.

Can you walk?

Is it a crime
to have a brother now?

It is when the brother
is wanted in a possible

homicide a mile from here,
and we have reason to believe

you may be harboring him.

And what reason is that?

[Officer Banks] We got a
complaint from a patron

of your establishment who claims
she saw blood on your hands.

Miss Blitzer?

Well, she was mistaken.
It was hair dye.

So, we don't need a warrant
when we have probable cause.

Now, last chance.

Open that door
or we open it for you.

[suspenseful music]

See? Nobody.

Hair dye.

[music continues]

[Ed] Thank you. [grunts]

[Bus Driver] $1.25 each.

No way.
I don't have my bus pass.

I don't know where my wallet is.

You can't pay, you get off.

Ed.

I have this.

It is fully punched too.

You can get
yourself a free meal.

Do I get
a milkshake with that meal?

Hell yes,
you can have a free Milkshake.

- Hell yeah.
- Take a seat.

[Ed laughs]

Milkshake.

[music fades]

[Ed] Hey, there.
You remember us?

Bullshit.
You guys ain't real cops.

It's a real fucking gun.

Yeah, good thing
I don't keep it loaded.

What's your move now,
tough guy?

Improvise.

[thud]

Nice.

[Ed] Your friend
had this on him.

You know the one, the one
that you called about us,

the one that tried
to kill me last night.

I don't know nothing
about nobody trying

to kill you, you old fuck.

Oh, he's lying.

Liars have a tough time
remembering to blink.

Yeah. Prove it.

Cop.

[Simon] The rock is a vessel.

The rock is a vessel.
The rock is a vessel.

Simon, calm down.

- [Simon] God!
- [ED]
Calm down!

Your word salading.

Just say it slow. You have this.

The...

clock... is a Vanderton.

[suspenseful music]

[Simon] Ed?
Hm?

It's her.

[static]

[Ed] [muffled]
Simon, what are you doing?

Simon?

I know you.

What does that mean?

I don't know what that means.
I don't fucking know you.

No, no, wait, wait, wait.

[grunting in pain]

Tell us where she is.

Get this fucking
retard off of me.

Hey, hey, Simon. Hey, easy.

This isn't you, buddy.

Easy, easy, Simon.
Come on. Take it easy.

[Kurt grunts]

I didn't think you'd have the
balls to go through with it.

I got this.

[Kurt screams in pain]

What?! Ah!

If sprayed in eyes,
rinse immediately

or serious damage can occur?

What do you think, Kurt?

How soon do you think
they mean by immediate?

Ah, damn it!
I can't even open my eyes.

I tell you what,
I can run and I can go get you

a bucket of ice water
and we can wash out those eyes,

or we can just sit around
and watch and see how serious

the damage gets.

All right,
All right!

Look, I met him online. Okay?

He brings girls
over here to sell them.

Sell them?

Human trafficking.

They force the girls
into prostitution,

or they sell them into slavery.

[burner phone ringing]

Should we answer?

And say what? "Sorry.

He can't come to
the phone right now

because half his head
was blown off."

Let's keep him guessing.

I mean, maybe it'll buy us
a little bit of time.

Okay.

That wasn't you that called.

Only two numbers on this phone.

So, was that other call--

was that--was that his other
partner?

I don't know,
never talked to anyone else.

No, I swear! I swear.

Look,
he was fucking paranoid as shit.

He didn't tell me anything.

Why do you keep the passports?

So the girls won't run.

He teases them with them,
you know?

It makes them think they're
about to get them back.

He did tell me about this
one girl, couple days ago,

tried to run. Call his bluff.

Yeah, he said he had to,

he had to make an
example out of her.

That's what you saw, Simon.

That's your girl.

She was trying to run away
from these pieces of shit.

Ed, give me back the pliers.

Whoa, whoa.
I'm just a middleman.

Look, all I do
is watch the passports

and do little shit for him,
like the plates for the van.

God damn it, you are gonna have
to do better than that

if you ever want
to wash those eyes out.

Okay.

Um, look, I took the plates
for the van

to a house in the city.

What's the address?

All right, well, look, if I tell
you,

you got to promise to untie me
and not call the cops.

Yeah?

What do you think, Simon?

I don't know.

[Kurt] Yeah?

Okay, deal.

5001 Frazho.

I didn't go in the place though.

I just left the plate
on the porch.

Cool.

Wait a minute. Who you calling?

[phone end ringing]

Yeah, Homeway Police Department?

Yeah, Detective Glover, please.

Bro, you fucking promised.

Bro, I didn't blink. Oops.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[Detective Glover]
Anything?

A lot of blood, a little vomit.

Makes sense.

McNally's sister says the guy
had a mild concussion

and a hell of a gash.

All right,
so they didn't take the car,

because they probably knew
we'd be looking for it.

So where'd they go?

And how did they get there?

[phone rings]

Hello.

You're kidding me.

[tense music]

I'm coming.

[Kurt]
I can describe both of them.

They broke in and robbed me.
They fucking robbed me.

And why would they do that, sir?

Those aren't mine.

No, sir, they surely are not.

What do we do?
Just knock on the door?

Yeah, we start with that.

[Voice in head]
You can't save her.

I won't let you.

[evil laughter]

[muffled] Is your pop
talking to you again?

[Voice in head] Last chance,
shit for brains.

Turn around and walk away.

I see the knife cut clearly now!

[Voice in head] [laughs]
You can't even talk,

you fucking retard.

You can fuck up a cup of coffee.

You're just a fucking child,
broken child,

who imagines they saw shit
that was never really there.

[unsettling music]

Simon?

[Simon groans]

[maniacal laughter]

[Ed] Hey, hey!

[pen clicking]

[Ed] Listen to the click.

[clicking echoes]

[Ed] Just listen to the click.

You know, those shit's not real.

The click is real.
The click is real.

Is he gone?

That's good. Here.

This is yours.

For next time
shit goes sideways.

[banging on door]

Police! Open the door!

You have nowhere to run.

SWAT has the
location surrounded.

You surrender yourself
and the girl.

No one gets hurt.

Last chance.

All right, here's the deal.

We're gonna have to go in,
all right?

So, you have to be ready.

You open this door,
you see King Kong, an alien,

or the 50-foot woman,
you be ready.

[door unlocks]

Jesus Christ. That never works.

No, don't worry.
It doesn't have bullets.

Remember?
And I lost my hand sanitizer.

[suspenseful music]

[Simon] Are we
in the right house?

[distant thud]

Did you hear that?

What?

Um, never mind. Never mind.

[suspenseful music builds up]

[Ed] Simon.

Yeah?

[Simon]
Come take a look at this.

Four names, all young women.

Looks like a damn application.

[distant thud]

You really didn't hear that?

I don't hear a damn thing.

Came from upstairs.

[tense music]

All right, anybody in there?

Come out now. We are armed.

[music concludes]

So that's it, right?
We're too late.

Partner's gone.

She's gone.

I'm sorry, kid.

But, I mean...

Look, we sure as hell tried.

[Simon sighs]

How about we call it a day?

[Simon] Yeah. Yeah.

[phone beeps]

[Simon humming]

[Ed] You all right?

Yeah. [continues humming]

[tense music]

[Simon] I used to sing.

A long time ago.

My sister still calls me Birdy.

[sniffles]

[Simon laughs]

[floor creaks]

[Simon screams]

[suspenseful music]

[door opens, closes]

- What the fuck was that?
- What the fuck.

Was that his mom?

Where the hell
did she come from?

[Simon]
Was she the other partner?

We checked all the rooms.

His mom?

Come on.

[Ed] I'll be...
Son of a bitch.

[Ed] It's tubular.

Huh?

The lock, it's tubular.

What does that mean?

It means I need a pen.

A pen.

No, not your pen.

I need, like, a BIC pen.
A plastic pen.

Okay, okay.

Here. Does that work?

Perfect. Perfect

[suspenseful music]

[lock clicks]

[hopeful music]

[Simon] Anya.

We've been looking for you.

[music continues]

[Detective Glover]
Stop, put your hands up.

[thunder clapping]

Come out. Slowly.

All this for us?

Color me flattered.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Your sister's waiting
for you back in the station.

You okay?

Good job.

[uplifting music]

[Simon laughs]