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And how many days?

Oh, one, maybe two.

Three-- three at most.

OK.

To be returned here on--

No, I'm not coming back.

I'm going to Hendersonville to live.

OK.

Return here-- Hendersonville.

I'll need, uh, your signature here and initials here

and here.

And I'll need a credit card, please.

Yeah, I'm packed.

This is sick.

I don't have a credit card.

Oh, hold on.

None?

None.

Nothing?

I'm sorry, but we require a major credit card.

Company policy.

Oh, wait, you-- you're not gonna give me a car?

I-- I don't think you understand how important this trip is.

I'm sorry, sir.

No card, no car.

Yeah.

OK, well, fine.

You can keep your stupid car.

[music playing]

[pensive music]

You forgot this.

Thanks.

Now, get out.

Don't do this, Lara.

We may have some problems, but I love you.

Don't make this more difficult than it has to be.

Oh, come on, Lara.

You can handle difficult. We got you out of Russia.

Why are you doing this?

Why?

You know why.

You have your life, your job.

You can't be married to it to me at the same time.

I love you, Lawson.

I just can't compete anymore.

I won't.

Just let me go, Lawson.

No.

Have it your way.

[car engine starts]

[music playing]

I can't believe this.

I don't wanna fight.

LAWSON: Neither do I.

I just wanna disappear, be swallowed up.

This is hard enough for me without you making a scene.

[pensive music]

Let's get some ice cream.

You'll feel better, you always do after ice cream.

And if you still wanna leave me, I won't stop you, I promise.

That's better.

[pensive music]

Everything's gonna be OK.

You'll see.

I'd help you out, but this thing's

a pain in the butt to walk on.

Lara!

Don't do this.

I have no choice.

It's the only way.

I've got to do this.

Please, try to understand.

I'll get every cop in the state after you.

You won't get 2 miles.

[pensive music]

Hey, Lieutenant.

How's the leg doing? - Great.

I get the cast off in less than two weeks.

So what are you doing here?

The little wife dropped me off.

She's running errands.

Say, Pete, I'd kill for a burger.

What do you say you spot me one.

I left my wallet at home.

Sure.

Thanks, partner.

No problem.

Hey, man.

What are you doing?

Lawson, I need my car, man.

[car engine starts]

You'll get it back.

[car engine revs]

[police siren wailing]

Lieutenant Markman, please.

Come on, come on, answer.

Bev?

Thank God, you're home.

I've done it.

I'm leaving Lawson.

I'll explain later.

Look, I'll need a place to stay.

Thanks.

So I'll see you in a couple of hours, OK?

Bye.

Shit.

[window knocking]

Hi, listen, do you think I could ask you for a ride?

I missed my bus, and I gotta get home.

Please.

Thanks.

Where are you headed?

Santa Barbara.

Great.

I'm going to see a friend just North of there, Hendersonville.

It's on your way.

I'm Justin.

[suspenseful music]

Oh, hi, I'm Lara.

JUSTIN: What's that?

We're gonna find out.

What's the trouble, Officer?

Where are you folks headed tonight?

Santa Barbara.

My brother and I were up here visiting family.

Was there an accident or anything?

Don't I know you?

Huh, I don't think so.

Oh, well.

Sorry to bother you.

There's been a landslide.

The road's out.

Take a right, then the first left.

That'll take you down to the Coast Highway.

You drive carefully now.

Thanks, Officer.

Wouldn't mind being her bucket seat for that ride

to Saint Barbara.

You know, it's funny you said that.

Said what?

About us.

Being brother and sister?

I had a sister once.

You remind me of her.

I do?

Mm.

I liked her very much.

Hey, Lieutenant, how are you doing?

Uh, what are you doing driving a blue and white?

It's a long story.

Listen, you see my wife come through here?

You remember what she looks like.

Yeah, sort of.

I don't think so.

Brown Oldsmobile--

Oh, jeez, I thought I recognized her,

but she, uh, had some guy with her.

Description?

I don't know, small, he's--

White.

We didn't really get a good look.

How long ago?

10 minutes, maybe.

I told them to take Valley Road down the coast.

[music playing]

Do you mind?

Fine

No.

No.

[music playing]

They're really growing.

What?

My finger nails seem to be growing faster.

Seems like I just cut 'em.

[music playing]

Can I take your picture?

Not now.

All right.

Not letting you go till I get a picture.

[music playing]

Stop!

Stop following me!

LAWSON: You stop running away!

LARA: I can't.

God!

Unit 12, this is Lawson.

Can you hear me?

We just hit a cop.

LARA: I know.

He was after us.

More like after me.

That was my husband.

You.

Damn!

Fuck it!

I gotta get a phone.

JUSTIN: I don't think you're going to find one out here.

Who you wanna call anyway?

LARA: Nobody.

Just a friend.

[sighs]

Your husband's back there, remember?

The one we almost ran off the road.

I think we'd better keep going.

[music playing]

They'll have a phone.

We're stopping.

You stay here.

I'll be right back.

Hey, you.

Move the car.

No parking there.

This spot's reserved.

I'm making a call.

We'll only be a minute, all right?

Just a minute, no more.

You, people, gonna rent a room?

No.

I don't like her.

She's got a fake eye.

[suspenseful music]

[bell chimes]

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm coming.

What do you want?

What's the matter with you?

Are you deaf, huh?

Did you move that car yet?

It's been over a minute.

So if there is something you want,

you'd better open up your mouth 'cause

I wanna get back to my show.

I want that.

[motorbike engine revving]

Hi, it's me.

I just wanted to say I'm really sorry about what

happened back there.

Believe me, it was an accident.

I hope you're OK.

Look, I'll be staying at Beverly's.

Her number is 805-555-2238.

But please, don't call me unless you have to.

Just give me some time.

OK?

Take care.

All done.

Well, let's get out of here.

Why did you take them out?

Better safe than sorry.

[car engine starts]

[music playing]

[dog barking]

Jordan!

Jordan!

You get your ass out of bed, dammit.

What the hell's going on out there?

Jordan, it's me, Lawson.

I gotta use a cab.

JORDAN: Lawson.

Hold your horses.

I'll be right out.

Damn.

Hey, my man.

What the hell happened to you?

That looks like shit.

I wrecked my car.

A woman hit me.

A woman hit you?

Lara.

Lara?

Can you believe it, man?

Damn.

Jordan, I want her back in the worst way.

JORDAN: I heard that.

The keys.

Good luck.

Thing ain't running worth a damn.

I owe you one.

Hey, you get it back here by 8:00 in the morning, OK?

One more thing.

Yeah?

What size shoes do you wear?

I'm going to Hendersonville to see an old professor.

He makes me feel good like you do.

You know what I mean? [laughs]

Not really.

Ah.

What are you making there?

It's a present for you.

For me?

[laughs]

[suspenseful music]

God.

you Don't like it?

Get out!

You don't mean that.

I said get out!

Get out!

Get out right now!

All right.

I don't think that you understand the situation here.

Look, please get out.

No.

All right.

Then I'll get out.

I want you to like me.

Then why are you doing this to me?

Lara, I'm not going to hurt you.

Just don't run away from me, OK?

Promise!

OK.

I promise.

You want gas.

I'm looking for a blonde woman traveling with a younger man.

They're driving in a brown Oldsmobile.

Have you seen them?

Yes.

You've seen a brown Oldsmobile,

two people, a man and a woman?

Gasoline?

No.

I want a brown Oldsmobile.

Gasoline?

Shit.

Gasoline?

[non-english].

You, you're gonna like this one.

Now here, this is a good one.

This one makes you look kind of happy-go-lucky.

And here, you're worried.

But come on.

[laughs]

This is the best.

This one makes you look alive.

Who-- who the hell are you?

Who are you?

Housewife.

Housewife.

Now, tell me more.

Tell me everything.

Why did you leave your husband?

Why did you leave your husband?

We don't get along.

You don't get along.

Where did you meet him?

Lara, if I ask you a question, then

you've got to give an answer.

Where did you meet him?

Russia.

Russia?

Moscow!

The American Embassy.

OK, I understand.

He got you out of Russia.

Oh, this is very interesting.

It's international intrigue.

[music playing]

Howdy.

How's everybody doing?

I'm looking for a blonde woman about 30, good looking,

traveling in a--

That makes two of us, bud.

[laughter]

Travelling with a younger man, driving in a late model

brown Oldsmobile.

Any of you here seen 'em?

Who's asking?

[music playing]

The law.

Hey, somebody here call a cab?

[laughter]

Look, jack.

I'm tired.

I'm pissed.

I'm ready to kill.

So don't fuck with me.

[music playing]

Oh, I know the postman said he likes me.

[humming]

I'm starving.

I haven't eaten anything since yesterday.

Just turn right up here.

See if anything's open.

JOAN: Why does it always cease to amaze me that you're late?

Stop bitching at me, all right?

No, no, stop bitching at you.

Where were you?

Yeah, I was bowling, all right?

JOAN: Oh, bowling. Of course.

Why didn't I think about that? - Yeah.

JOAN: You know, is bowling more important than me?

No, it's not more important than you.

But I like--

If I see you move even 1 inch, you'll hurt bad.

Shut up, all right?

Get in the truck, God damn it.

Don't touch me.

Quit being an asshole, Joan.

Oh, what are you gonna do?

Walk home?

I'd rather walk than be with a jerk like you.

Then, well, fuck you.

Why are you talking to her that way?

Because she's a fucking bitch.

Who the hell are you?

I think you'd better shut your mouth

and get in that truck of yours.

Crazy son of a bitch.

Yeah, well, I hope I'll never see you in your pink truck

again.

[truck engine starts]

See you later.

Come on.

My wife and I will drive you home.

JOAN: Ah, gee.

What, you sure you don't mind?

JUSTIN: Where are you going?

JOAN: Actually, I'm going South on the 101.

JUSTIN: It's right on our way.

Perfect.

Thanks.

Hi.

Drive, dear.

We're taking the little lady home.

JOAN: I really appreciate all this.

JUSTIN: You're welcome.

I hope you've learned your lesson.

JOAN: What do you mean?

JUSTIN: That guy.

He could have hurt you.

JOAN: He's not that bad.

I mean, sometimes he's a jerk, but, uh, what,

we've been together for a couple of months or something

like that.

If you treat it this way now, wait till you've been

married for a couple of years.

I'm not getting married, not to him, anyway.

Good.

That kind of guy will leave you down and dirty.

Could you turn left up here, please?

LARA: Sure.

Yeah, uh, well, thanks for the ride.

Oh, wait just a second, will you?

I'll be right back.

[suspenseful music]

I'm walking you to your door.

Like you don't have to.

Oh, yeah, I do.

Oh, hey, let me get that for you.

Thanks again.

And good night.

Yeah, well, I thought I'd just wait till you

got inside, got some lights on.

I think it looks OK in there.

Please?

I insist.

OK.

Go ahead.

What are you doing?

I just want to make sure you're all right.

Well, I'm all right now.

Do you mind?

Just--

What's the matter?

You think I'm gonna hurt you?

Look, there's no offense, but I really--

I don't-- I really don't know you.

You're afraid of me, aren't you?

No, I just I want you to leave.

I want you to leave.

I just wanna take your picture.

You're pretty, OK?

No!

Look, your-- your wife, she's outside waiting for you.

That's not my wife.

No!

No.

Don't you ever run away from me.

[screams]

You hurt me.

Leave me alone.

[crying]

Lara?

Lara!

Lara!

Try and catch me now, you crazy son of a bitch.

You're all right?

I think so.

What happened?

I got hit trying to hitch hike.

Come on.

I'll give you a lift.

So if you're from Montevideo, how come you're way down here?

I'm trying to catch somebody.

Are you a policemen?

Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am.

Trying to catch 'em in a taxi?

It's a woman.

My wife, she smashed into my car.

She what?

Totaled the blue and white.

Why?

I bet she's in for a week when you catch up with her.

LAWSON: Forget her.

The scumbag she ran off with, that fucker is going

to wish he'd never been born.

No, I'm not.

[suspenseful music]

Put the knife down.

OK.

Yeah.

I put the knife down.

A good start.

It's a nice gun.

It sure is.

Why don't you put that down too?

JUSTIN: I don't think so.

You're the guy I saw driving in the car with my wife

tonight.

Just an innocent hitch hiker.

You kill her?

JUSTIN: Nope.

You killed the girl on the beach tonight, didn't you?

Bingo.

Ladies and gentlemen, we've got a winner here.

Pull over.

Take it easy, please.

Pull over.

LAWSON: OK-- OK, I'm pulling it over.

Just slow down.

Slow-- slow down.

Think about what you're doing.

Shut up.

Open door.

Get out.

Get back there.

Well, well, well.

Look in here.

[music playing]

LAWSON: No!

No.

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

You're crazy!

Stop!

[laughs]

Stop!

No!

Stop!

Stop!

No!

No!

[yells] No!

No!

Stop!

Stop.

[laughs]

Stop!

Stop!

You crazy son of a bitch.

Me?

No, I doubt it.

You, you're the one who's crazy.

Your wife's scared of you.

[screaming]

Stop!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Stop.

Stop!

[laughs]

You're crazy.

You're crazy.

Pull over.

Stop!

Dammit.

Stop!

[screaming]

Stop!

Damn it!

Damn it!

[laughs]

Have a nice day.

[laughs]

[suspenseful music]

No!

[laughs]

[screaming]

[explosion]

Hey, buddy.

What happened here?

I don't know.

It looks pretty bad.

Look.

I took a picture.

[suspenseful music]

[police siren wailing]

Thank, God.

Boy, I finally found a cop when I need one.

Listen.

There's a woman in danger.

She lives right in--

[screams]

Your busted.

Oh, no.

Now, why did you leave me back there?

[laughs]

You know, Dr. Hardy would be so angry with you.

Doctor, what?

He would say that your behavior

is very, very disobedient.

[suspenseful music]

What do you want from me?

I'll do anything.

You'll what?

LARA: I'll do anything, anything you want if you let me go.

Really?

Anything?

So now you're trying to bribe an officer, huh?

Lara.

You are starting to act like a slut.

What am I going to do with you?

No, no.

Do you know what this is?

Do you?

Don't cry because I really don't want to hurt you.

Then let me go, please.

I'd like to.

Justin.

JUSTIN: You feel that?

You see, I am trying to help you.

You know the cop back there, the one

that's after you, your husband?

He thinks, you and I are close.

I killed him.

You what?

Because I love you.

Oh, God.

No.

No.

No.

Oh, you've got an ear bleed.

Don't touch it. - I'm not.

You'll get infected.

Good, good because I have to get a shot of that.

Come on.

You know the program.

Well, you know the program.

Drive!

[sobbing]

[car beeping]

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop.

I'm a police officer.

I need a car.

Yo, pal. What's the problem?

I'm a police officer.

I need a car.

Well, shoot man, I can't help you.

I gotta get these cars up North to a movie location.

You got five of 'em.

You know, if I don't get all five 'em up there by dawn,

my ass is in a sling.

Look, buddy, this is a life and death situation.

I'm after a killer. - Well, jump in.

I'll give you a lift.

Because you're going in the wrong direction.

Sorry, man.

I can't help you then.

[music playing]

Oh shit.

You wanna see some of my special photographs?

I don't feel like it.

Too bad.

Here's one of my sister.

That's not your sister.

It's me.

Never took one of her.

But you look just the same.

Guess what her name was.

Lara.

[laughs]

Her name was Lara, just like you.

LARA: I bet you two were real close.

This is my mother.

Here's another.

She's dead?

Yeah.

Here, this is a good one.

Oh, God.

You killed your own mother?

You look at my pictures.

LARA: You're a monster.

How could you?

You bastard.

You have no right to be alive.

[explosion]

[suspenseful music]

You're free, Lara.

I'm letting you go.

You'll never get to meet my psychiatrist, Dr. Hardy.

He could've helped you.

You're letting me go?

JUSTIN: Why not?

You seem to like me or my pictures.

[suspenseful music]

[car engine starts]

LARA: I'm going to Santa Barbara.

Take a seat.

[screams]

Long time, no see.

Don't be afraid.

Get away from me.

Lara.

You wouldn't shoot me, would you?

Stay back.

And I thought you like me.

Oh.

Oh, God.

[laughs]

You really wanted to kill me.

Sorry, ma'am.

Firearms are not allowed on board.

Now, it's time to see where this coach is headed.

[laughs]

I never told you about the night my sister died, did I?

Worst storm I ever saw.

Are you listening?

Buddy boy, you're dead.

So my old man's gone someplace.

And my "maw," she's drunk, talking crazy to herself.

It's freezing cold.

And my little sister's crying.

So I go, and I put her in bed.

Then I get under the covers with her,

just hold her and make her feel warm.

That's all.

What business did maw have in coming in there like that, huh?

That was a very personal moment.

That bitch tried to make it into something dirty.

[police siren wailing]

[music playing]

This is your captain speaking.

Fasten your seat belts.

We're headed for a little turbulence.

[music playing]

Justin, slow down.

[music playing]

Yes!

[laughs]

Justin, please.

We're gonna get killed.

[laughs]

You son of a bitch.

[laughs]

[police siren wailing]

Oh, my God.

[explosion]

[laughs]

[music playing]

Yeah, yeah.

Whoo.

[gunshots]

[police siren wailing]

Back off!

Let her go, buddy.

Put the gun down.

No way.

I'm not gonna let you hurt her.

She needs help!

All I want's the car, so I could take her to my doctor.

That's not gonna happen.

You've got three seconds to put that gun down.

LARA: No.

JUSTIN: 1, 2--

Do it.

OK.

It's all right.

JUSTIN: Just put it on the car and walk away.

The revolver too!

Now, let her go.

[gunshot]

[screams]

[sobbing]

[police siren wailing]

I wonder where the hell Baker is?

OK, you guys go around the back.

I'll take the front.

Watch yourselves.

[music playing]

Jesus.

Where in the hell did Ross go?

I don't know.

What's that?

- They're dead. - Watch out.

There's gas all over.

Hold it!

[explosion]

[laughs]

[music playing]

[explosion]

That guy's got nine lives.

He's bad, Lara, like you.

But don't worry.

Dr. Hardy will fix you.

Now, now, Lara.

Don't want to hear about my maw?

So maw pulls the sheets off us.

And she tries to grab me, but she can't because I'm too fast.

I run, and I hide behind the couch.

That's the one thing that would set her off,

if you ran from her.

So she sees my sister running for the back door.

And she flips.

And she grabs the first thing that came to hand.

You know what that was?

Huh, Lara?

Back to my story.

There's my sister.

She's trying to get out the back door, scared to death.

Now, what does maw grab?

A dish rag?

A spoon?

A head of lettuce?

A butcher knife.

But it's in my head.

You think I can turn it off like a-- a TV?

Now she's yelling.

"Don't you ever run from me!"

I'm watching her put that knife into my sister

like it was a hair brush or something.

Hendersonville, here we come.

[music playing]

[gunshots]

[explosion]

[laughs]

Oh, come on.

Come on.

No, don't die, fucker.

We're home.

This is it, end of the line.

Let's go.

Get over here and open this up.

Come on!

Right.

Please.

Don't die.

Don't go away.

[laughs]

Listen, I have a patient for Dr. Hardy.

Would you call him, please?

Where's the patient?

In the ambulance.

It's safer there.

She has a history of supratentorial abnormality.

Paranoid.

It's 5 o'clock.

Dr. Hardy isn't accepting any calls.

Well, I think you better call him.

She's dangerous.

Where's the paperwork?

In the ambulance.

Look, I'll handle it with Dr. Hardy directly.

He knows me.

I'm sorry to disturb you, Dr. Hardy.

There's an emergency in reception.

Supratentorial abnormality.

Tell him.

Dr. Hardy, it's me, Justin McCay.

Did you miss me?

DR. HARDY: Justin, how did you get here?

I've been on the road all night.

I had to see you. [laughs]

I don't think I can make it alone.

Look, Doc.

I brought a friend with me.

She needs your help.

I-- I told her that you can make her better the way

you made me better, right?

DR. HARDY: Right.

You just wait there, Justin.

I'll be out in a second.

[sighs]

Right, Doc. You got it.

I'll be right there.

Listen, I'm gonna need an orderly.

You need radial keratotomy.

[laughs]

Liam, I-- I need an orderly in reception.

[suspenseful music]

Look.

[laughs]

You nearly tricked me.

Call the police.

This man isn't an ambulance driver.

He's a killer. - She's inebriated.

He's crazy. He's got a gun.

- Take us to Dr. Hardy's office. - This-- this way.

Oh, God, please believe me.

He murdered 10 people.

He's gonna kill me.

Down the hall.

Call the cops now.

My name is Lara Markman.

My husband's a cop in Montevideo.

Call him if you don't believe me.

Shh. Quiet, please.

This is the hospital. - What's wrong with her?

Nothing. I'm fine.

It's him. He's crazy.

She's been making up stories about people

wanting to hurt her.

It's a very sad case.

He's lying.

Paranoid.

LARA: Let go.

I'm not crazy.

This way.

[crying]

Dr. Hardy's office is at the end of the hallway on the right.

Look up.

If Dr. Hardy fixes your brain, then you can marry me.

Would you like that, Lara?

Never.

[suspenseful music]

Dr. Hardy?

Yes, Justin.

Thanks, we're fine now.

All right.

Be good.

Hi.

Are you glad to see me?

I am.

Doctor.

This man's got a gun.

He's a killer.

Now, we're all friends here.

We like each other.

We like Justin.

Dr. Hardy is my best friend.

He made me feel better because he likes me.

That's right, Justin.

Is it true?

Do you have a gun?

[suspenseful music]

[sighs]

Yeah.

You should give it to me.

This lady is very sick, Doc.

You gotta make it better, so she'll like me.

She needs ECT.

DR. HARDY: I can't do that. - You can.

You did it for me. LARA: Justin--

Fix her it for me.

I've got a good idea.

First, we'll fix you, Justin.

And then we'll take care of your friend, OK?

OK.

No!

Lawson!

DR. HARDY: Put the gun down, Justin.

He's bad, Doctor.

LAWSON: Justin, put the gun down.

Come outside with me.

No.

Your husband doesn't like me.

LAWSON: Come on.

You can tie me to the hood of the car again.

We can drive around. [laughs]

Oh, really?

You promise?

You got my word.

Go with him, Justin.

Don't hurt the man.

No. [gunshots]

No!

No.

Where's the shock room?

I'm ready.

[music playing]

Keys.

Let's go.

Now, you'll be feeling much better.

OK, you can lie down on the table.

Lara, on the table.

DR. HARDY: But you said you wanted to go first, remember?

No.

You said I wanted to go first.

You're not my friend anymore.

I don't like you.

DR. HARDY: I am your friend.

I'm trying to help you, like always.

JUSTIN: Dr. Hardy, you're a liar.

You hate me.

You want me to go with that guy who was gonna kill me.

That's not true.

You liar.

On the table.

Sit down now.

[suspenseful music]

Come on, Lara.

Get in there.

It's not gonna hurt.

Just the way you like it.

Yeah.

On the side here.

That will get it.

DR. HARDY: Justin.

If I give her a treatment first, would you trust me, son?

No.

DR. HARDY: Here, undo these.

Let me help you.

No.

But you don't know how to work the machine.

Justin, you could kill her.

I'm going to fix her.

You'll see.

DR. HARDY: Justin.

Remember what it was like?

When they first brought you here,

we couldn't get you to speak.

Remember how bad you felt?

Then I gave you a shot, administered the treatment,

and then you felt better.

No more bad thoughts.

No more voices telling you to hurt people.

No.

DR. HARDY: Justin.

You cut the crap, Doc.

I'm still killing people.

[music playing]

[sobbing]

Oh, I hear a rat.

[gunshots]

[laughs]

Peek-a-boo.

[screams]

[laughs]

[fighting noises]

[music playing]

[laughs]

[screams]

No.

Ah.

[laughs]

Stop.

[screams]

[music playing]

[screams]

[suspenseful music]

[engine revving]

[music playing]

[electricity cracking]

I know you have been through a terrible ordeal.

You'll be carrying the pain for a long time.

If there's anything I can do, I'm here for you.

Justin was one of the worst cases I've ever dealt with.

Profoundly antisocial, profoundly sociopathic.

But I feel for him.

He never really had a chance at life.

Well, he won't hurt anyone anymore.

You are one lucky lady.

Yes.

That was your husband.

He's waiting for you.

Hi.

You really are something, you know that?

I know one thing.

You mean more to me than my job.

Really?

Really.

I'm willing to give it a try.

How about you?

Come on, Lara.

What are you gonna lose, huh?

If it doesn't work out, I'll leave this time.

Quietly.

No fuss, no muss.

I promise.

Mm?

[suspenseful music]

[gunshot]

[music playing]