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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 ♪