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It, um,
it takes a while.

How do you know
when it'’s coming?

You listen.

Okay.

- New?
- What'’s that?

Here. You just move in?

Yeah, today.

Uh, I think my movers
got lost, so...

- What floor?
- Eleven, I think.

Ah, Harry'’s old place.

- I'’m Grace.
- Alex.

I'’m on the top floor, too,
so we'’ll be next-door neighbors.

Nice to meet you,
- Grace.
- Nice to meet you, too.

You, uh, do you go
to local university or...

Yeah, law school.
Second year.

Oh.

Good for you.

Scary to think
- there'’s been another one.
- Another what?

She'’s the fifth woman
in this neighborhood
in less than a year.

All of them just vanished.

Never found a body.

Cops are starting to think
we have a serial killer
living in the area.

Jesus, tell me
this is temporary.

Afraid of the dark, Alex?

Yeah, only when
I'’m in confined spaces.

Yeah, well, it does this
now and then.

Here.

Okay.

See that power switch
there?

- Yeah.
- So if this happens,
turn it off.

Count to five,
and then you turn it back on.

Nine times out of ten,
- it works.
- What about the tenth time?

You hit the alarm button,
and you wait for Manny.

He'’s the super.
He gets it going
from the basement.

Gotcha.

Just like...

I'’m done in this thing.

Welcome to The Lancaster, Alex.

- So, he'’s moving in today?
- Yes, ma'’am, he is.

Oh, he'’s gorgeous.
Trust me.

He said he played
professional football.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

So, what happened to him?

A Duret hemorrhage.

Like a concussion?

A play broke down,
and I was scrambling.

Suddenly, this massive lineman
hit my legs out
from underneath me

and sent me airborne
in parallel with the turf.

At the same time, this--
I mean, this guy was huge,
this semi with feet.

He was going for my waist,
but he, uh,
he hit me head-on instead.

Helmet to helmet, just crack.

- Shit.
- Yeah.
Whole stadium heard it.

Oof, I was out cold
for over 12 minutes.

I didn'’t see or hear anything.

Um, and, uh, before I took
that hit to the head,

I'’d already tallied up
four prior concussions.

So this time, the team docs
made me get an MRI,

and that'’s when they found
all that bleeding on the brain,
so I was very lucky.

How'’s that lucky?

Well, a Duret hemorrhage is
usually found during an autopsy,

'’cause the outcome
is almost always fatal.

Oh, my God.

So, I kept this

to remind myself
I'’ve been given
a second chance. You know?

Of course, now I'’m at risk
for early dementia.

I get, uh,
these killer mood swings.

I don'’t sleep much,

and my judgment,
reaction time and balance
are all out of whack.

But them'’s the wages
of football, right?

So, do you, like, miss it?

- The game?
- Yeah.

Adoration?

The-- The groupies? The money?

Privilege?

Feeling like a small god?

No.

No.

- So, Aria, what do you do?
- Oh, I just got out
of grad school.

Art history major.

And for achieving
that higher education,

I get to intern
at the local art museum.

Okay.
She is a curator.

In training.

How do you train for that?

You give tours.

Like--
Like, a lot of tours.

- A lot of tours?
- Yeah.

♪ Away ♪

♪ When Irish eyes are smiling ♪

♪ Sure it'’s like a morn
In spring ♪

♪ With an ilk
Of Irish laughter ♪

♪ You can hear
The angels sing ♪

♪ When Irish hearts
Are happy ♪

♪ All the world
Seems bright and gay ♪

♪ And when Irish eyes ♪

♪ Are smiling ♪

I'’m, uh, I'’m Alex.
I just moved in
across the hallway, so...

Have a good night.

Hey, Ms. Kelly.
What brings you down here?

I'’m just giving Alex a tour.

That'’s Manny.
He'’s the super.

Yeah. No, I'’m not the super.
I prefer concierge.

Yeah.

Manny'’s been, uh,
playing detective.

Yeah.

So, that'’s the map of the area.

And-- And the picture shows
where those girls
were last seen.

What are the-- the numbers
next to the lines?

This is the distance
from Lancaster.

Anyway.

So, how'’s the old lady
treating you so far?

Old lady?

The Lancaster.

Oh.

Yeah. She'’s got lots
of quirks in her. She does.

I wonder how she felt
about that party last night.

Oh, you mean Mr. Evers?

He does that occasionally.

What'’s his story?
What'’s his deal?

No one knows much about him.
You know, he keeps
to himself mostly.

He wasn'’t keeping
to himself last night.
That'’s for sure.

That'’s the strange thing
about him, you know?

Like, sometimes he'’ll have,
like, all these parties.

And then, like,
sometimes he'’ll show up
with some date.

And then, suddenly,
they'’ll be mauling each other.
But then, like, nothing.

Silence from his place.

Nothin'’.

That Mr. Evers character,
has he ever--

Has he ever made a pass at you
or Grace?

No.

Yeah, when I first moved in,
we actually used to talk.

But...

But what?

I don'’t know.
He was just weird.
Just too weird.

Like, the way he looked
at me sometimes,

it was like he
saw something in my face
he just wanted to pluck out.

It'’s a vivid image.

Yeah, well,
he'’s just a creepy guy
that lives down the hall.

Yeah, every building
has one.

Laundry room.

The elevator
comes down here, too.

It lets off between here
and the old furnace room.

This building'’s got,
what, like, 60 units?

58.

You ever think about all that'’s
happened behind these walls?

But I bet every old building
like this has its
dark stories to tell, you know?

I wanna show you
something.

Manny leaves this open
so I can come up here and run.

Oh, my God! Even in the rain,
you can see for miles.

How'’d you get that scar?

Uh, we should probably go.

I am sorry.
I didn'’t mean to pry.
I was just curious.

No, it'’s--
It'’s fine. Forget it.

Sorry.

Very recent
ex-boyfriend.

I'’m still working him out
of my blood, you know.

Like, mourning, I guess.

How about tomorrow?

I'’ll let you know.

Okay.

So, what are you gonna do
for work now?

I don'’t know.

Sounds stupid,
but it'’s a lack of action.

The thrill. You--

You get used to it
and... you miss it.

So, I don'’t know.

I get the feeling
you don'’t know
who you are anymore.

- What do you mean by that?
- Sorry, I--

I didn'’t mean it
as a cut or anything.
Just...

I mean, you don'’t really,
do you?

Hi!

How was your little tour
with Aria?

Insightful.

Yeah, very insightful.

- Sure.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, for God'’s sake,
hold those doors.

Oh...

I just got back.
I heard voices.

Yeah, we ran
into each other.

Okay.

I'’ve had
my taste of the bizarre
for the night, so...

Good night, Alex.

- Good night, ladies.
- Bye.

Sweet dreams.

- What the hell was that?
- I don'’t know.
Maybe the--

Alright,
I'’m starting to feel stupid.

What a man, though.
Coming over
to protect the womenfolk.

He was scared, too.

Come on. Fess up.

I nearly wet myself.[Grace] Oh.

What the fuck
is that?

Isn'’t that Evers'’ place?

Old buildings, right?

Mr. Evers, right?

You think that Evers killed
his latest bimbo,

tossed her in the incinerator,

and you'’re sober?

Look, last night, did we
or did we not hear a scream?

I heard something.
I don'’t know if scream'’s
the right word.

I mean,
it sounded like a scream.

Yeah, okay, but it--
it could have been
the elevator.

It could have been anything.
This building'’s ancient.

Okay, what about
those weird thumps?
That metallic sound?

Could have been old pipes, yeah?

Or could it come from something
heavy moving through the walls
on Evers'’ side?

Wait. So?

So, come here.

You know what this is?
A bad paint job?

A laundry chute
from before this place
was renovated.

I have the same sort of mark
in my wall.

Now, what if Mr. Evers
has the same sort of chute
in his place,

and what if he uses his?

You think Evers dumped
bimbo'’s body down the chute
and burned it? Hmm?

- You really do.
- Yeah.

Yeah, and I think
he'’s done it before.

I mean, think about it.
We all saw that woman
enter into his place.

Either one of you hear
or see her leave
the next morning?

I mean...

Me neither.
And I was watching.

Mr. Evers may be creepy, Alex,
but he'’s not a serial killer.

That'’s what
Jeffrey Dahmer'’s
neighbors said.

Okay.

Told you. Waste of time.

What?

I'’m goin'’ in.

You'’re what?

- I'’m goin'’ into Evers'’ place.
- Oh, okay.

And the locks on his door,
you'’re gonna, what,
like, pick them?

Oh, no. I'’m not going
through the door.

I'’m going through
your ceiling.

- My ceiling?
- Yeah.

Yeah, we'’re on the top floor
under a mansard roof.

There'’s a nice crawl space
right above us.

It goes straight from
your pantry right to his.

How do you know what--

I told Manny I was curious
to see the blueprints
of the old building.

He showed me.

- You'’re out of your fucking mind.
- Look, Evers'’ place
is exactly like yours.

There'’s a removable
ceiling section right above
his pantry, I promise.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Out of your fucking mind!

- Did you hear that part?
- Come on.

Shits and giggles.
It'’ll be fun.

- Seriously?
- Yeah. For the thrill of it.

- Okay. I'’m calling Aria.
- Look, I'’m going in either way.

Okay, let'’s say you
do find something
incriminating, Alex, huh?

Then what?

Well, I'’ll--
I'’ll have my phone.

I can take pictures
and then we'’ll have proof.

It'’s still breaking
and entering.

Yes, Your Honor.
I am aware of that.

Look, think about it.

If we really did have
a serial killer
living on our floor,

wouldn'’t you want to know?

Wouldn'’t you?
Put a stop to it
if you could?

I'’ve been watching his routine.

He goes out late
at the same time every night
to walk the dog.

Midnight.

Right on the nose.

Gives me 30 minutes.
Do you mind
if I use your pantry?

- Oh, Jesus.
- Just real quick.

Oh, Jesus. Jesus.

Okay, if he comes back,
just call my cell phone.

I'’ll call you when I'’m out,
- alright?
- Okay.

- What are you doing?
- I'’m trying to
psych myself up right now.

It'’s gonna be tight up there
and dark.

You'’re about to sneak
into the home of a serial killer

and you'’re worried
about being claustrophobic?

That'’s a good point.

Alright.

No, wait, Alex!
Don'’t do this.

Okay, what if you'’re right?
I mean, it'’s nuts, but what if--

What if Evers is a Bundy?

Dahmer.

Then we'’ll be heroes.
Come on.

Oh! Oh, my God.
You'’re nuts!

Oh!

Shit!

Oh!

I'’m--Jesus, Manny!

I'’m sorry.

I didn'’t mean to
scare you like that.

- You alright?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I just, you know,
I couldn'’t sleep, so... Yeah.

I'’ve been listening
to the radio

and now they'’re telling people
not to go out alone after dark.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, no.

Oh, fuck.

Evers'’ going away
this weekend.

I gotta watch the beast
for him.

All his money,
he can'’t even
hire a professional.

- Gotta go, Manny.
- That'’s terrible.

See you.

Bye. Bye.

Evening, Mr. Evers.

Your call has been forwarded--

Your call has been forwarded
to an automatic voice--

Holy shit.

Fuck!

It'’s me.

Alex, you okay?

Let me close it.

- How long was I in there for?
- A little under 10 minutes.

Back end of my life,
I lost five years minimum.
I swear to God.

But the money,
- you'’re sure you saw money?
- Stacks of it.

And the pictures from the paper,
the women that have disappeared.

Okay, maybe he'’s got
the same pictures in his office.
It'’s-- It'’s morbid curiosity.

And-- And the money,
it could have been his.

Why hide it in the floorboard?
Huh?

And that shrine
or whatever the fuck it was.
Jesus, Grace. It'’s...

Okay.
Okay. Look. Alright.

Calm down.

You'’re safe now.
You'’re out of there.

The mannequin, Grace.

The face was painted.
It looked like the woman
he was with the other night.

Wait, what?

It'’s-- It'’s her.
I don'’t think it'’s a coincidence
either. I think...

Okay, you--
- you need to calm down.
- Look, I-- I think--

No, no, no!
Don'’t jump to conclusions
while you'’re like this.

Look, I think that Mr. Evers
occasionally robs a date
and kills her.

And I think he'’s been doin'’ it
for a while.

I think a lot of bodies have
- been burned in that incinerator.
- You have no proof.

- This is nuts.
- I was in there!

Grace, I was in there! Okay?

I swear to God,
you never felt anything like
the inside of this place.

It'’s-- It'’s-- It'’s cold.
It'’s like the fucking Arctic.

And everything
is precise and perfect.

And you stand in there
and you fuckin'’ know that it'’s--

That it'’s a lair. It'’s like...

It'’s...

You loved it,
didn'’t you?

It was the turn-on
of a lifetime.

So if he is
who you think he is...

I know.

You were in the home
of a serial killer.

And you walked back out.

I leaped out, but yeah.

Jesus, Alex.
I mean...

Wow!

Yeah. Wow.

I wanna go in.

I wanna experience
that thrill.

Wait, what?

I want to go in.

Into Evers'’ place.
Get proof of everything
you saw.

Oh, uh--

- Grace.
- Let'’s go in together.

I wanna see the lair.
I wanna-- I wanna film it.

Grace.

Say we'’ll go in, Alex.
Say it.

Say it, Alex. Say it.

Say it, Alex.

We'’ll go in.

- We'’ll go in.
- Together.

Together, we'’ll go in.

Together.

Look, we just wanna go in
- and-- and poke around.
- And if you get caught?

- How?
- How?

I don'’t know. You...

You fall through
the fucking ceiling

or you set his alarm off
or he comes back unexpectedly.

Are you kidding?

He'’s going away
- this weekend.
- So what?

So, Manny said that he had
to dog-sit the monster
for a couple of days.

We can go in and--He knows you called
the cops, okay?

I mean,
either of you
even considered

that he might know Alex
was inside today?

No, there'’s no way. I was
- careful when I was in there.
- Yeah, I'’m sure.

Look, all we'’re gonna do is
we'’re gonna go in and get--

Great sex, huh?
You guys?

- What?
- Oh, my God.

All this--
All this danger.
Ooh.

What you guys are doing
in Carl'’s apartment
is wrong, okay?

You both know it.

She jogs on that roof.

For hours on end, in the dark.

Why?

Hmm.

Anybody'’s guess.

I think it'’s spooky.

What'’s the story
with the old boyfriend?

Oh.

David was, um, charming.

I don'’t know.

It'’s like she has
this attraction to things
that can hurt her.

She said
they broke up recently.

Yeah. It wasn'’t a breakup,
and it wasn'’t recent.

They, um,

got in an argument
over dinner one night.

David was drunk as usual.

So he loses his temper and...

cuts her throat
- with a steak knife.
- Jesus!

So Aria just...

Gives tours down at the museum
and jogs around the roof
in the dark.

Hey, guys.
Ladder'’s ready.

Up through the pantry we go.
Let'’s go.

- Whoo!
- I could call Manny
and report a break-in.

Will you?

Will you?

Okay, if you guys aren'’t out
in 30 minutes,
I'’m calling the cops, okay?

- Yeah!
- I'’m dead fucking serious.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Oh, poor me.

Ooh.

You were right.
It'’s cold in here.

Told you.

Oh, my God.

I'’m tingling.

Hello?

No. She'’s not here
right now.

Uh, no. Just renting.

Yep. Yep. I'’m...

You have to
come see this.

You look so stupid.

Oh, my God. You...

Sic.

Oh, my God! No!

Grace!

Grace.

What the fuck?

Oh, fuck.

Oh, shit. Aria.

Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

- What are you doing?
- Calling the police.

No. No, no, no.

- Hold on.
- Why?

- We need to discuss this.
- Discuss what?

He'’s dead. Okay?
I'’m-- I'’m calling the police.

No, Aria'’s right, Grace.
What are you gonna tell them?

That he tried to kill me.

So we--
Decapitated him?

You don'’t think
they'’ll find that, I don'’t know,
a little excessive?

It was self-defense, okay?

No. Look.
It'’s not that simple.

We have to
get our story straight.
We need to figure this out.

We'’ll tell them what happened.
And show them what you found.

Fine. Fine.
But the problem is...

What?

You killed someone, Aria.

I mean, I'’m-- I'’m sorry.
You saved Grace'’s life,
you did, but...

you killed him.

We all did.

What?

According to the law,
we all killed him.

No. He--
- He tried to kill you.
- It doesn'’t matter.

We were in his home illegally.
That is felony
breaking and entering.

Fine. Fine. Fine. We--

We take a slap on the wrist
for the B and E,
but we'’re not doing this.

Anyone involved
in the commission of a felony

during which a person dies,
regardless of the cause,

is in the eyes of the law
culpable for that death.

No. He wanted to kill you. Okay?
I think he fucking set us up.

Still. This-- This man
was defending his home
from intruders and he died.

Okay?

Um, badly.

Self-defense doesn'’t come
- into it.
- No. No.

No, no one'’s gonna convict us
for this. No way.

- No one'’s gonna convict you.
- No, this fucking
cocksucker here--

Is fucking dead now
because you babies
wanted to play!

This man was a monster.

You want to know
what the right thing
to do is?

We already did it.

Come take a look
at this.

There'’s 50,000. Maybe 55.

There could be, I don'’t know,
I'’m guessing over
a million dollars in here.

Could be more.

I don'’t believe...

Holy shit.

This is crazy.

This isn'’t our money,
Alex.

- So?
- So, what do you wanna do
with it?

I don'’t know. Spend it.

What if it belongs
to the missing woman?

- The dead people?
- Yes.

They'’re dead.
They can'’t spend it.

Yeah, but what about
their families?

I say we fall off that bridge
if we come to it.

Okay. Well, what do we do about
the mess in the living room?

Grab a side.

Where are you, bro?
Come on, Kaiser.

Damn. Where is that mutt?

Gonna need more rags.

Hey, grab some more bleach, too.

I think there'’s some more
under our sink.
I'’ll get them.

Police, Mr. Evers.
I need to speak with you.

Open up.

Now!

Mr. Evers. Open the door.
This is the police.

Hey.

Can you let me
in this apartment?

I need to
- get in this apartment.
- It'’s not my fucking job.

- It'’s not your fucking job.
- You need Manny,
the super.

Well, then take me to him.

He'’s coming in.

- No, he can'’t without a warrant.
- They just went to get Manny.

He'’s probably stoned.
He'’ll do whatever he tells him.

Oh, God.

Oh, God, what do we do?

I think I'’m done.
Okay.

Who'’s the hockey player?

Was. Leading scorer.
- Two years in a row.
- Take that.

What if this isn'’t strong enough
to hold the weight?

Then we'’re screwed.

Come on.

This isn'’t gonna be
too easy.

His head'’s
not on that tight.

Oh, Christ.
Oh, God, I'’m gonna puke.

Grab his legs.

Grace, grab his leg--
- Grab his legs.
- I'’m sorry, okay!

Put his legs that way.

- Grace, fuckin'’ pick that up.
- I don'’t what I'’m gonna do.

- Go, go, go, go!
- I'’m trying. I'’m trying.

Now zip it.

Okay. Okay.

What'’s that for?

Doggie bag.

You shitting me, Manny?

It'’ll be just a sec.

She'’s a little temperamental.
Got a mind of her own.

You gotta be kidding me.

Push.

That snaps while
the detective'’s in here,

it'’s gonna make a lot
of noise going down.

I don'’t wanna do this.

Open the fucking door.

- Let'’s go.
- Okay.

So, he left?

Didn'’t say
where he was going?

He doesn'’t say much,
Mr. Evers.

Take a look at this, Manny.

Seen this woman before?

I don'’t know.

You don'’t know?

No.

She'’s kind of memorable,
don'’t you think?[Manny] Yeah. No.

Or maybe you don'’t go
for chicks.

- I go for chicks, alright?
- Uh-huh.

So, you'’d remember her.

She'’s grade-A fine
for a skinny white chick

if that'’s your bag.

- Okay. Yeah. Yeah.
- You alright, Manny?

Yeah, I'’m alright, yeah.

It'’s just... What?

Mr. Evers... Yeah?

He dates
a lot of women.

Mm-hmm. So, you did
see her with Evers?

No, I didn'’t say--Well, I didn'’t say
she was with Evers.

I just asked
if you'’d seen her.

You'’re getting my head
all twisted, man.

Uh-uh, nah.

That'’s just the chronic coming.
It'’s way stronger these days.

Hmm.

So...

you tell Mr. Evers
I stopped by, Manny.

Yeah, sure.

Did you hear something,
Manny?

No, she'’s an old building.

She makes noises.

Listen, you tell Mr. Evers
I stopped by

and you offered to let me in.

You hear me?

Yeah, I hear you.

Good.

- You sure it was her photo?
- Same woman.

Why'’re they
looking for her now?

Because she'’s dead, remember?
Somebody must have
reported her missing.

It-- It--
It looked like a mug shot.

Okay, so she'’s dead
and she'’s got a record

and the cops
are looking for her.

It'’s right. You know?

What?

This.

It'’s...

It'’s fitting.

We stopped a monster.

That'’s what we did.

Yeah, but a human one.

I mean, four hours ago,
this guy was breathin'’ oxygen,

thinking about his next meal,
walkin'’ the dog, whatever.

Now, he'’s never gonna do
any of that.

He'’ll never do anything again.

And this is
our reward.

For killing a man?

For enduring.

And she was like,

"I'’m not wearing that
to Christo'’s."

And I go,
"Sweetie, now that'’s a relief."

Yeah.

What a freak.

What?

- Someone'’s a bit angry.
- Right?

He'’s leaking.

Kitty litter?

There aren'’t many shops
that sell buckets of sand,
you know?

Yeah.

Alex?

It'’s now or never.

Hi.

The elevator.

Huh?

The elevator.

Your, um, boyfriend
held the door.

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Can I...
Can I help you?

Depends, I guess.

Do you know Carl?

What?

Carl.

No.

Your next door neighbor,
Carl Evers.

Oh, Carl!

Was that his first name?

Is.

What?

Is his first name.

Right. Right, sorry.

I just, uh--
I got back from school

and I'’m-- I'’m pretty tired,
but, um,

I haven'’t seen him
in a few days.

But, you know,
it'’s like that.

What'’s like what?

Well, you know, these--
these places,

it'’s weird, you know?

You'’d think with
everyone trapped
in the same building together

that we'’d see each other
more often,

but, um, no,
sometimes I go a week

without seeing anyone
on this floor.

Hmm.

Huh?

Hmm, as in, um,
food for thought, um,

hmm,
perceptive observation.

Listen.

If you see him,
could you tell him
that Tovia was by?

- Tovia?
- Mm-hmm.

Sure. Yes.

Is that it?

Tell him

that I was
feeling naughty.

I'’ll...

Hmm?

...tell him you miss him.

Mmm.

You'’re ever
fucked so hard

that you could feel
the cells burn inside you?

Uh...

nope.

Me neither.

But a girl can hope.

- Hmm?
- Mm-hmm.

Mmm.

One more thing.

Yeah?

Soon.

What'’s that?

That'’s what you need
to tell Carl above all else.

I'’ll be back soon.

Real soon. Hmm?

Yeah. Got it.

She'’s alive!

- Who'’s alive?
- Mr. Evers'’ date, Alex!

The woman you said he torched
in the fucking incinerator!

- How do you even know?
- Because she came
to our door.

I talked to her
face to face!

- When?
- A few hours ago.

And she said
she knew Mr. Evers?

She definitely knew him.
And she said
that she'’s coming back.

- But what did you say to her?
- We talked about
the weather.

What the fuck
- does it matter?
- Hey, calm down.

Calm down? Calm down?
It means that we
killed an innocent--

Aria killed--Don'’t start with me, Alex!

You'’re the one that
wanted to go in there
in the first place!

Shut up! Shut up!

We.

We all killed a man
who might not have been
a serial killer, yes?

- Yeah.
- But he wasn'’t innocent.

He was about to
- cut Grace in half.
- He was defending his home!

No, he was defending a
million-four, which he probably
didn'’t come by legally, right?

Oh, Jesus.
Oh, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.

Okay.

He would have killed me.

He was-- He was swinging
the cleaver down.

Wasn'’t he?[Alex] No, no.

Don'’t second-guess now.
He was goin'’ to kill you.

We know that.
In our guts, we know that.

Do we?[Grace] Yeah.

- Yeah, we do.
- Really?

'’Cause I'’m not so sure.
You are.

Okay, this is
how things break down.

People second-guess,
they take on thoughts
they shouldn'’t have.

On the field,
I saw players all the--

This isn'’t a sport, Alex.
Your analogy'’s not gonna apply.

Football is battle.
This is battle.

Battles are won in the mind
before they'’re ever fought.

Look, if we--
if we remain calm,

we stay quiet,

and we live
with what happened,

ride it out,
we'’ll be fine.

If we second-guess
and we start giving in
to bad instincts,

we'’re fucked.

What bad instincts?
- We just killed a man.
- The instinct to confess.

So, you think I'’m a risk?
Is that it?

I didn'’t say that.

You didn'’t deny it.

So if-- So if I--

I can'’t control
my bad instincts, then what?

- Huh?
- Aria, come on.

No, what then?
If I have a problem
with my control, Alex?

Don'’t.

Don'’t?

Yeah, Aria, don'’t.

♪ Now I lay me down
To sleep ♪

♪ Pray the Lord
My soul to keep ♪

♪ My angels watch me
Through the night ♪

♪ And wake me
With the morning light ♪

♪ My angels
Watch me sleepin'’♪

♪ Protect me
With their golden wings ♪

♪ The devil is coming
For me, Lord ♪

♪ I call on the power
Of the King of Kings ♪

♪ Now I lay me down
To sleep ♪

♪ I pray the Lord
My soul to keep ♪

How'’d you meet her?

I, um, responded to an ad
in the school paper.

She was looking for
a new roommate
and we clicked right away.

So, you don'’t know her
that well?

She doesn'’t care
about the money, Alex.

Killing Evers,
it will eat her.

She'’ll wanna do
- the right thing.
- She better not.

David, the ex.

He was one of her mercy cases.

Successful,
but just a basket case.

Drug addicted.

Falling off the wagon
every six months.

Beat her black and blue.

So, what happened to him?

During one of his binges,
he, um,

took a knife to his own throat.

So, I guess the guilt
finally caught up with him.

And he killed himself?

Aria'’s the one that found him.

To this day,
she still blames herself
for his suicide.

Still sends money
to his parents.

Patron saint
of the hopeless.

God, sometimes I wish
I could just... hit her.

You know,
knock it out of her.

Oh, my God.

I'’m tingling.

What are you doing
with my phone?

I'’m erasing any proof that
we were in Carl'’s apartment.

Okay, we don'’t want this to
end up in the wrong hands.

You blame me for all this,
don'’t you?

I don'’t know why
I went in there.

I had to see it. I don'’t know.
We'’re not always as clear on
our actions and motives, Aria.

- Who'’s we?
- You spend so much time thinking
about what you'’re going to do.

Like,
is it the right thing?

Am I being moral here?
Could any baby ducks be hurt?

That you rarely ever do
anything.

You jog around the roof
in the dark and you stare
at paintings all day

and you-- you wait around
for life to happen,

but, like, actually doing
something about it?

I'’ll tell you
what I did recently, Gracie.

I buried a cleaver
in our neighbor'’s throat

because you wanted
to be the hero.

How do you thank someone
- for that?
- You don'’t.

They know.

He thinks it'’s over.

He thinks we'’re rich
and home free.

We'’re not, okay?
- You know that, right?
- I mean--

Why not?
We covered up everything.

It'’s not that easy,
Grace.

Okay? It'’s far from over.
Trust me.

I'’m not sure going out
for a drink is gonna
solve our problem.

No, it'’s what we need to do.

Act like nothing'’s changed,
just in case
we'’re being watched.

Let'’s say that Tovia chick
does know something.

Huh? Then what?

Then we wait
until she tells us
how much.

I say we leave.

- Leave?
- Yeah.

Leave America for a while.
Buy an island off Honduras.
Whatever.

Yeah, 500 grand apiece
isn'’t enough to live on
for life.

It is if you go
to the Third World.

You can live like kings
on 30 grand in a year.

Want to play?

No.

- Thank you, but no.
- Funny.

I thought you did.

Hey, take a walk, asshole.

Darling.

Mmm.

Here what
I think happened.

One of you and Carl
had a liaison.

And it got out of hand.

He could be like that.

- Maybe he got inventive.
- Mm-hmm.

Pulled out
the leather masks,
whips, spiked dildos.

However it happened,
one of you killed him.

Listen, lady.

Shut up, Aria.

- You know my name?
- Of course I do.

Carl told me.
He...

was a curious soul.

And he liked to know things
about people.

Particularly about
those around him.

He was also meticulous
about apprising us
of his whereabouts

and returning
phone calls.

Mm-hmm.

Meticulous
in general.

He would never break contact
unless something happened.

You.

I am betting
it was you, honey.

'’Cause you dumped
a lot of ash down the drain
the other day.

And you know what?
I don'’t blame you.

Carl, he--

He could be like that, right?

He was, um...

What'’s the word
I'’m looking for?

- Peripatetic?
- Mm-mm.

- Perspicacious?
- Mm-mm.

- Pertinacious?
- Mm-mm.

- Fussy?
- Mm.

- Demented?
- Exactly.

- Mm.
- Thank you.

- Demented.
- Carl could be demented.

Sexually,
in particular.

And he especially craved
pretty young girls,

just like you are, honey.

But whatever
his sidelines were,
he was useful to us.

Very, very useful.

So, what do you want?

We want our valuables, honey.
Understood?

What valuables?

Jesus!

Oh. Oh.

You three obviously know
a way into Carl'’s place

that circumvents
the main entrance.

We need to know
what that is.

Why don'’t you just
kick down the front door?
You'’re the tough guys.

- Isn'’t she just a caution?
- She is.

Aren'’t you just a caution, honey?

See, we can'’t do that.

We can'’t enter
through the front door
because Carl had it wired.

- Wired?
- Mm.

Now you interested.

Yes, there is a trip wire
in the floorboard

that activates
video surveillance.

Carl was a paranoid
techno-geek kinda guy.

Very extreme.

He wouldn'’t even shred
his private documents.
Burn them instead.

Bless his heart.

Bless his heart.

Anyway,
somewhere in his apartment,
and I could never tell where,

there is a hard drive running
and cameras taping.

I mean, real James Bond
- kind of shit.
- Mm. It gets better.

You see, the flat wire
works both to turn on
and turn off

the cameras
and the hard drive.

He'’s quite
- smart that way.
- Hmm.

So, all he gets on camera
is anyone in his apartment

for the exact length of time
they were there.

If they went
through the front door.

Mm.

Which I assume you didn'’t
the night you killed Carl, right?

- We never knew the man.
- Bad response, Al.

Look, you got the knife.
Use it.

- Mm-hmm.
- Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.

This is not the way
to play it.[Alex] Play what?

Look, your friend is missing.
We get that.
We'’re sorry, alright?

So, you decide
that we killed him?

Sure, that'’s logical.
Let'’s do that.

Alex, Alex, Alex.

No, we'’re done talkin'’ here.
Bye-bye.

Uh-uh. Uh-uh.

Do crosswords much, Alex?

Every day.
Doctor recommended it.

Hmm.

What is
the three-lettered word

for a deep,
everlasting regret?

Rue.

You got that right.

- We have to find that hard drive.
- We have to go
to the cops. Now!

Why don'’t we just
- give them the money?
- And they'’ll say what?

"No problem.
You killed our friend.
Shit happens?"

So, the alternative'’s
to fuck with them?

Our alternative
is to play dumb.

Yeah, well, I don'’t think
that they bought it.

Look at it
from their perspective.

How could they know
one way or another?

Alex!

Hey!

Motherfucker, no!

Where'’s
- the fucking money?
- I don'’t know.

- Where'’s the fucking art?
- I don'’t know!

Where?

- Where?
- I don'’t know!

You don'’t know?
You don'’t fucking know?

- I don'’t know! I don'’t know!
- Bullshit!

You fucking lump!
You fucking piece of shit!

Your fucking girlfriend
is choking over there, Al.

Ask one more time!
Where is the fucking art?

- I don'’t know! I swear.
- You don'’t know?

Better back up, sweetness.

Gracie.

Grace. No.

Please. Please.

It'’s gonna be fine.
I want you to
take a few minutes.

You say this was a carjacking?

Carjacking gone bad?

That'’s how your friend died?

Yeah.

It'’s Aria, right?
I'’m Detective Polk.

You can call me Guy
if you want to.

Guy?

A guy named Guy.
I know, right?

What am I gonna do, go home
and bitch-slap my parents
for naming me?

You got a cool name
though.

It'’s after,
um, an opera?

Part of an opera.

The solo.

You know her?

No.

No?

That'’s not the woman who
tried to take Grace'’s car?

It'’s dark down there.

- Him, I know.
- Mm-hmm.

Was he
- in the parking garage?
- No.

Carl lives next door to me.

Oh.

Well, at least we know
you have some powers
of observation, Aria.

How about this guy?

No.

No?
Can I quote you on that?

Detective Polk,
why the antagonism?
My friend was--

Why the antagonism?

Because I don'’t like
dead girls.

Because I got multiple witnesses
in the lobby that tell me

this guy
was in the building
recently,

and so was this woman.

So what? They were probably
just casing the place.

Yes, I thought of that.

Listen to me.

I'’m gonna talk to
everybody in this building.

How long before someone
tells me

they saw these two
with you three together?

I'’ve never seen them.

Either of them.

Can I tell you something,
Ms. Kelly?

Sure... Guy.

I can tell you got
something going on

deep inside of you.

Something, um...

secret.

Strong.

Strong as hell.

Something most people
probably don'’t see.

You'’re tough, Ms. Kelly.

You'’d be,
uh, real dangerous,
I suspect,

to underestimate.

Thanks.

I think.

The thing is,
these people in the photos,

we think they'’re the ones
that knocked off
the Wickham Museum

about 16 months ago.

You probably know
all about that.

Because you work
in a museum.

Yeah.

So, six months ago,

they go
to this guy'’s house.

Some high-end guy

who'’s known to, uh,
broker in such things.

They take his cash payment,

and then they carve him up.

Carved up his wife, too.

These are grandparents.

Scumbags dealing
in stolen art, but...

grandparents
just the same.

But they killed him.

These are the people
you'’re in bed with, Aria.

- No, I'’m not.
- Yes, you are.

Whatever they wanted
from you tonight,

they would have
murdered you for it.

They will kill you,
Aria.

I'’ll have officers
watching the building.

You didn'’t tell them
anything?

Nothing you have
to be concerned about.

I think they'’re
usin'’ us as bait.

Someone'’s watching us.
Okay? Don'’t worry.

Yeah, the question is
how fast they'’ll move.

Before or after they kill us.

Grace wasn'’t your fault,
Aria.

That detective told me
Evers was connected
to those art thieves.

Yeah. Heard that, too.

That'’s what they were yellin'’
at us in the parking garage.
They think we have their art.

Yeah, I know.

Grace is dead, Aria.

The question we have
to ask ourselves now is
what are we gonna do about it?

How do we...

How do we move past that
and get out of this mess alive?

You'’re amazing.

What?

I mean, she was
in your bed, like,
what, two days ago?

And now you'’re all like,
"Shit happens.

Time to move on.
Where'’s the money?"

I didn'’t say,
"Where'’s the money?"

You didn'’t really
- have to.
- Hey.

- Did the cops find it?
- No, because I hid it.

Excuse me, you hid it?

Yeah, yesterday.

Grace was still alive.

Where is it?

- It'’s safe.
- Yeah, but where?

You gonna
throw me off this edge
after I tell you?

Yeah, I want the money.

But I'’m not gonna
get violent about it.
I just wanna know where it is.

Maybe we can
trade our lives for it.
How'’s that sound?

And then what?

Then we wait this out.

Wait this out?

If what Tovia said was true,
then we'’re on video.

No, no. We went in
through the ceiling.
We did it right.

No.

Grace went through the door
to get cleaning supplies.

I'’m not turning myself in
if that'’s what you'’re thinkin'’.

We'’re sitting on
a million-four.

You just wanna
give that up?

It'’s blood money, Alex.

They stole it from a man,
and then they killed him
and his wife.

Somebody'’s gonna spend it.
Why not us? Okay?

And what about
those paintings
in Evers'’ apartment?

Maybe they'’re still in there.
Maybe we can go in,
and find them, and--

Do you have any idea
how to unload stolen art?
Jesus Christ.

You were an art major.
You must know somethin'’
about that world.

No, I'’m afraid not.
Alex, I...

I think I actually
might have missed

the how to fence stolen art
part of our curriculum,

so I can'’t help you.

Alright, well, what do you
propose we do then, smartass?

I'’ll get the hard drive
from Evers'’ place, okay?

Here are the keys to my car.

What about the police
parked out front?

Well, we'’re gonna
take the back stairs
and go through the basement.

Okay? Meet me
in the alley in an hour.

Where'’s the money, Aria?

It'’s back
in Evers'’ apartment.

- What, you hid it in there?
- It was Grace'’s idea.

And she figured if the--
if the cops found it,
then it'’s fate.

Fucking smarts,
doesn'’t it?

I know you have the keys
to the girls'’ apartment.
So, guess where we'’re going?

Fuck you.

Anything in
the wonder boy'’s place?

Nothing we'’re looking for.

What'’s that?

This? It'’s a souvenir.

Fuck me up.

I mean, that must have
really rung your bell.

I heard the concussion
almost killed you.

Tell me,

do you keep this as a reminder
of your own mortality?

Or is it just to help you
get laid?

Hmm.

Yeah, I thought so.

Now, my guess is
you'’re not gonna stand up
to torture.

Aria has it.

How very disappointing.

I mean, Al,

we would have started slow.

A slap here, a punch there,

before we got
to anything heavy.

You couldn'’t even wade
through the easy part before
you gave your girlfriend up.

She'’s not
my girlfriend.

You killed
my girlfriend.

Oh.

I don'’t know where it is,
I swear.

And by it, Alex,
what do you mean?

The money.

What else would I
be talkin'’ about?

The art, you dumb fuck!

Where is it?

Where is it? Where is it?

I don'’t know.

Baby.

How do I look?

Mm.

Like a mean motherfucking
lineman out for blood.

Funny.

That'’s how I feel.

Hut-hut.

Fuck! Hoo!

Hey. Next one goes right
through your breast plate
and out the other side.

Where are the paintings?

Okay.

I'’ll get the torch.

You honestly don'’t know
what we'’re talking about?

I swear
on my mother'’s grave.

Oh, my goodness.
Isn'’t that dear?

Isn'’t that dear,
- Claude?
- It'’s dear.

Let me hit him again.

Mm.

Oh.

Ouch.

What if
it'’s still in there?

There'’s no way.
I mean, cops were all
over that place.

Yeah, but they'’re cops.

You know,
for them art is what?

Velvet Elvises
and cats
on tree branches

with "Hang in there"
written below.

What if it'’s still
in there?

Alex?

Yes?

Oh, Alex.

You'’ve seen the inside
of Carl'’s place this morning
when the cops were there?

Yeah.

Did you notice,
I don'’t know,

the staircase of abstracts
still in there?

Staircase?

How did you get inside?

Hello, my pretties.

It'’s not there, is it?

I did tell you
- they wouldn'’t be here.
- Shut up.

I mean, the cops I could buy,
but not her.

- Shut up.
- Tovia,
she'’s a fucking art student.

Shut up!

Please...

Okay, okay, okay.

I want my art, sweetie.

So, now tell me,
where is your girlfriend?

I told you she'’s not
my fucking girlfriend.

I want my fucking art,
you fuck!

Go find her.

But of course.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

I can smell you, by the way.

Fear and perfume.

Once you get a good whiff of it,
you never forget the smell.

Hmm.

I told Tovia days ago
that they wouldn'’t be here.

I knew that you would
have seen this apartment,

all this primal
hoodoo voodoo, and said,

"Hmm, what is
out of place here?"

Mm.

Seen Deer Hunter, Alex?

One of my favorites.

Mine, too.

The fear in Walken'’s eyes.

Oh, it'’s so real
you can feel it.

Like it'’s you.

Phew!

Aria?

Hell, Aria, I might let
the million-four slide,

but not the art.

It'’s not all dollars
and cents either.

I love art.

You know
what great art does

that no money, no woman,

no love between people
can do?

It makes you face
your mortality.

How much money
is this art really worth?

Aren'’t we cutting
straight to the chase?

All the shit it'’s caused,

I'’m just wondering.

How does 50 million sound?

Please.

Please. Please don'’t.

- Come on, Alex.
- Please.

How many people would you kill
for that kind of money?

Please.

Just one shot.

- Please, please don'’t.
- One shot.

- Just one.
- Please don'’t.

- Just one.
- Please don'’t.

We are all immortals,
Aria.

Our spirits live on.

And beauty,

no matter how ephemeral
it may seem,

isn'’t.

Because it can be captured
and allowed to flourish

on canvas.

I'’ll be honest.

That was all part of a speech
I gave once at the MFA.

Abridged.

It rings nice.

Don'’t it?

Ah!

Carl'’s contribution
to the art world.

Always thought it was
a rather sad representation

of bleak chic myself.

It'’s unfinished, actually.

Do you know what he was
going to add as his final
pièce de résistance?

Tiny coffins.

Don'’t ask me why.

Aria, you'’re just
to my left, darling.

I can still smell you.

So, why don'’t you just
come on out and play?

Oh, fuck!

Sounds like your Claude
is having problems.

He'’s a big boy.

He can take care of himself.

You don'’t strike me
as an art kind of guy, Alex.

I'’m a money kind of guy.

Aren'’t we all?

Fuck!

Oh, the fun
we could have, Alex.

You'’d have
killed me anyway.

Hmm. Yes.

But the fun, Alex.

The fun.

You seen Oliver Twist, Tovia?

One of my favorites.

- Yeah. Mine, too.
- Huh?

♪ You gotta pick a pocket
Or two ♪

Smarts doesn'’t it, bitch?

You know that boy toy
of yours?

He gave you up
in about a second
and a half.

No torture, no nothing.

We asked, he answered.

"Aria'’s got the money."

How does that
make you feel?

Hmm?I...

Yes? Yes?

I don'’t put much faith in men.

Hmm.

Sage.

Now, tell me where the art is
and I'’ll kill you quick.

I promise.

Otherwise--

You have five seconds

until I set your eyes
on fire.

I-- I don'’t know.

- You don'’t know?
- No.

Getting closer, Aria.

Psst.

Okay.

Okay.

Tovia?

Aria. Do you know
where the art is?

No.

She'’s lying, Al.

50 million in art.

50 million, Al.

Minimum.

- What are they?
- A Van Gogh,

a Vermeer sketch,
and a Picasso.

You help me get out of her
where they are,

and I'’ll cut you in.

Oh, come on, Al.
I'’ve already lost Tovia.

I'’m taking applications
for a new partner.

You'’re already in house.

Keys?

Keys.

Oh, of course.

May I?Please.

Ooh. Ouch.

Ooh. Excuse me.

No, no. I'’ll-- I'’ll get them.

Aria, help me. Help me.

You okay?

Where is it?
Hey. Where is it, Aria?

- What?
- The art.

Look, because if you know,
if you really know,

maybe I can find a guy
to fence '’em.

The place is on fire, Alex!
We don'’t have time
to talk about this!

You know, I never really
liked your type in school, Aria.

The little nerdy,
dreamy girl type.

The geeks with no braces.

Small tits.

Look down on everybody else
like you'’re smarter than them.

And that makes up for the fact
that you can'’t get laid.

You'’re one of those rare ones,
though, hmm?

Who turned out pretty.

But I'’m guessing
deep down inside
you'’re still a geek.

And a geek is smart enough
to know art,

and how to hide it from
fucking psycho art thieves.

Where is it, Aria?
Look at me. Where is it?

Where'’s the fucking art?

Where'’s the fucking money?

Where is it?

Tell me now!

Laundry.

Chute.

Okay.

I gotta give you kudos for
your keen observation of me.

Especially the part about me
being smart enough
to hide the art.

But you really think those goons
were smart enough to steal it?

Or could it have been
the geeky tour guide
who can'’t get laid?

I tried to get you to stay out
of Carl'’s apartment, Alex.
I tried, but you just...

You just had to be the hero.
Hmm.

Now look
where it'’s gotten you.

On the other hand,
your dumb heroics
did present me

with some unexpected
opportunities.

Yeah, I didn'’t have you
to thank

for eliminating those thugs
Carl got in bed with,

without my knowledge,

which was a clear sign
that he was up to no good.

That'’s the male species
for you.

You know, my mom told me
a long time ago
not to trust men.

I quickly learned
that she was spot-on.

At least
until I met David.

You know,
I actually believed that
he was different from the rest.

- You slit his throat.
- Aw.

Look at you.

Despite all that blood
on your brain,

you'’ve actually
maintained the power
of deductive reasoning.

You'’re just a tad slow
getting there.

I'’m gonna fucking kill you.

Don'’t you do it.
Don'’t you do it.

I never liked your kind
in school either, Alex.

Aria!

No! Aria, no!

Oh, thank God.

Oh, my God!

Ugh!

Oh, shit.

Hello?

Manny? It'’s Aria.

The elevator'’s stalled.

I'’m on it.
I'’m on it, Ms. Kelly.
I'’m on it!

Get back!

Take it easy, guys.

Please!

Hey! Hey!

Hey, I'’m in here!

Hey! No! No!

No!

No! Stop!

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

♪ On fire ♪

♪ You'’ll see that her looks
Can kill you now ♪

♪ Check your pulse
She'’s coming to take you down ♪

No!

Hey! Open up!
I'’m down here!

Please. Please.

♪ To take you down ♪

♪ One of a kind
She'’s precious ♪

Come on, come on,
come on, come on!

♪ Illusions ♪

♪ Satin skin
She'’s got it ♪

♪ You can'’t run
You can'’t hide ♪

♪ You see her ♪

♪ You'’ll see that her looks
Just killed you now ♪

♪ Take a dirt nap
You'’re six feet underground ♪

♪ You'’ll see that her looks
Just killed you now ♪

♪ Take a dirt nap
You'’re six feet underground ♪

♪ Underground ♪

♪ Underground ♪

♪ Underground ♪

♪ She'’s a killer girl ♪

♪ She'’s a killer girl ♪

♪ She'’s a killer girl ♪

♪ She'’s a killer girl ♪

♪ She'’s a killer girl ♪

♪ She'’s a killer girl ♪

♪ She'’s a killer girl ♪

♪ She'’s a killer girl ♪

Jesus.

See, what most people
don'’t know about da Vinci'’s
16th-century painting

is that it actually
wasn'’t painted on canvas,
but on poplar wood,

which of course makes it
a very valuable,
very rare piece of work.

♪ Smiling faces, sometimes ♪

♪ Pretend to be your friend ♪

♪ Smiling faces
Show no traces ♪

♪ Of the evil
That lurks within ♪

♪ Smiling faces
Smiling faces, sometimes ♪

♪ They don'’t tell the truth ♪

♪ I wanna be more like ♪

♪ Something else I hide ♪

♪ In the darkest way ♪

♪ Mind lingers away ♪

♪ Can I hold on tight ♪

♪ To the other side? ♪

♪ I'’ll never let you down ♪

♪ I'’ll never set you down ♪

♪ I'’ll never be around ♪

♪ I'’ll always let you down ♪

♪ I can see the pain ♪

♪ I can feel the scar ♪

♪ Before it even falls ♪

♪ On your broken heart ♪

♪ Don'’t waste your time ♪

♪ I'’m already gone ♪

♪ I'’ll never let you down ♪

♪ I'’ll never set you down ♪

♪ I'’ll never be around ♪

♪ I'’ll always let you down ♪