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OK, patient's good to go.

Starting the incision.

Clamp there, please.

Well, was it good?

Permit that template, thank you.

Organ's ready.

And it's taken.

Yeah.

Oh, shit.

I know, I know.

- What? - I'm supposed to be

at the airport two hours before my flight?

What are you still doing at home?

I got held up.

Wait, for real?

No, not that kind.

The kind where I haven't gone anywhere fun in forever,

and I can't seem to make a decision.

Babe, it's just a weekend.

Jacksonville will still be there when you get back, I promise.

I know. I'm just being weird.

Well, turning 25 does that to people.

-What do you mean? -Well, you know,

it's your quarter-life crisis.

When everything turns to shit, you start asking,

"Who am I?"

"What am I doing with my life?"

And, "Is Jordan the best I can do?"

-Yeah, pretty much. - You're gonna flip

when you see Nashville.

It's like Vegas, but in the South.

Is that supposed to be a good thing?

I'm serious.

The city would be good for you.

For us.

Yeah, and I'm thinking about it. I really am.

-But I am late. -Go.

I can't wait to see you.

I'll see you in three hours. I love you.

Love you.

Fuck it.

Slow down!

Asshole.

Happy early birthday.

Oh, Marcy, you're sweet.

Make a wish.

I wish my plane was leaving an hour later.

Right, your trip.

Didn't we hear back from 510?

I think maybe he died. 'Cause he hasn't paid his rent

in, like, six months, and his phone's no longer in service.

-The painter guy? -Yeah.

Well, go ahead and clean it out.

Oh, my God, you are so gonna hate me.

Because?

I can't work this weekend.

You're telling me this now?

I know it sucks, but I just found out myself.

Found out what? I'm supposed to be getting on a plane.

I tried getting Greg to cover, but he's still in Tallahassee.

I don't believe this.

Why can't you just lock the door

and go on your trip?

Because the sign says, "Open 24 Hours."

Laurie, I saw three people today.

It's not like you're an IHOP.

That's not the point.

No, the point is...

Go! Celebrate your birthday with Jordan in Nashville.

What exactly did you find out?

I, um...

got accepted to UNC.

My parents want me to see the campus before I commit,

so were driving up first thing.

-That's great. Congratulations. -Thanks.

I'm sure your parents are very proud.

-Did you go to college? -I did, yeah.

What was your major?

Fine Arts and Philosophy.

Which means the only place I'm actually qualified

to get a job is ancient Greece.

Mm. I-I don't get it.

Never mind. Um, go. Get out of here. It's fine.

Do I still have a job?

Of course.

Then I'll see you Monday.

See you Monday.

Hey, I'm just as upset as you are.

But it's your birthday.

I'm aware.

So why do you keep punishing yourself?

I'm not punishing myself.

I can't find anyone to cover.

There's nothing that I can do.

-Bullshit. -Excuse me?

I'm not the one who moved to an entirely new city.

Yeah, and I'm not the one stuck in the past.

I'm not stuck, I'm-- I'm responsible.

Look, I'm really not trying to sound like a dick,

but you need to sell that place.

Start living life again.

-Your life. -Jordan...

This is the third time you've canceled.

You do know that, right?

Please don't talk about this right now.

And I seriously doubt your folks

would want you spending the rest of your life

surrounded by barbed wire

and caring for other people's junk.

OK, I'm hanging up now.

- No way, bro. - What?

-No way. -You don't think I can beat him?

With your fists, maybe.

Shit. You wouldn't even make it

-past the appetizer round. -And you would?

I ain't the one trying to get on TV.

That's because you fucking like washing dishes for a living.

I beat Bobby Flay with Mom's ropa vieja.

We can open our own restaurant.

Just cause you cook for prisoners

doesn't make you an Iron Chef.

Where the fuck is Benny?

Dawg. I sure hope you know what you're doing.

You're gonna be like this all night?

I'm trying to get us paid.

I'm just saying,

these boys ain't messing around.

There, you see?

Nothing to worry about.

-You're late. -Is that him?

Don't ask questions.

I need to talk to Mr. Hunsaker.

No, you don't.

Open the trunk.

Some kind of joke?

- What? - It's empty.

Fuck! You fuck!

Are you fucking kidding me?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Don't shoot, don't shoot. Mr. Hunsaker, please!

I just want to talk!

I swear to God, Benny, if you fuck this up...

What seems to be the problem?

He doesn't have the package.

And yet here you are.

It's safe. You have my word.

I didn't pay for your word.

Yeah, I know, but this was before I knew who you were.

Now that I know it's you,

this whole thing feels a lot more risky, so...

You thought you'd renegotiate.

No, not to be to disrespectful or anything,

but just, you know, like, more fair.

Let me ask you something, Benny.

When has life ever been fair?

You think I survived in the construction business

all these years by being a nice guy?

Probably not.

-No? -There's no such thing as fair.

There's winners and losers.

And greedy little shits like you

trying to take advantage.

But you need me.

What I need is for you to stop wasting my time.

Check his pockets.

Oh!

What the hell did you do?

Hold still, fuck. Where is it?

Schuyler Self Storage.

Unit 234.

Even got a gate code.

OK, OK, fine.

A deal's a deal. Forget I said anything.

-We're done here. -But you still need me.

Come on, man, please hear me out.

Sorry, buddy.

Take it that wasn't part of the plan?

Hard to get good help these days.

Storm is making its way into Florida.

If you have to go out tonight, take it slow, and be careful.

This sells itself...

He didn't seem like a very nice person to me.

You swing for the fence.

...live at Belfort Regional Medical Center,

where we just received...

Shit.

Shit.

Shit!

Mind your own business, dummy.

What's the problem?

Fucking Benny.

None of these work.

-Maybe he's dyslexic. -Who?

-Try them again. -Benny.

You know, maybe he got it reversed.

Like 234 is really 432.

- Don't be an idiot. - -I'm not the one who shot him

Shut up.

None of those.

Jesus Christ.

Hi, Dad. Why aren't you home?

I stopped by Whole Foods

and bought us a couple of rib eyes.

Don't worry, they were on sale.

Love you.

Hi. I'm sorry for the wait.

Uh, the sign says it opens 24 hours, so...

I figured somebody would show up eventually.

New purchase?

The perks of the job.

It's sad what people throw away, but you can't beat the price.

How can I help you?

It's a little embarrassing, really.

More embarrassing than

dumpster diving in the rain?

I don't think so.

I picked up the wrong set,

which means my wife has the key to my unit on her set,

and she's in Orlando

On the one weekend where I have to get into that unit.

Let me pull up your account. Which unit is it?

Uh, 234.

Problem?

Our system is, um, a bit slow.

Can I get the name on the account?

Benjamin Salgado.

Is there anyone else who might have set up the account?

Well my wife usually handles these sort of things.

I just got to tell you, I'm in a little bit of a rush.

-Of course. Absolutely. -Yeah.

Marcy, you screwed this up.

You, uh...

You do have access to all the other units, right?

Like a spare key or a master key of some sort?

It's an old facility.

We usually just cut the lock in an emergency.

Well, OK, fine, let's... Let's do that.

-Understood, I... -No, I-I don't think you do.

I am sorry, I really am, but can I please see some ID?

For security purposes.

It's just my usual receptionist is out,

so I just need to match your information.

You got to be fucking kidding me.

My ID is in the car,

and it's pouring rain out there.

And this is starting to piss me off.

Sir, I can't open the unit if you're not in the system.

Unless... Unless I have your ID.

-It's a company policy-- -I don't have time for this.

It's our company policy.

Apologies.

I'm sorry. God...

I'm just...

I'm in a little rush.

If you could just give me a key

or cut the lock off, I don't care which.

If it's money you need...

I want you to leave.

Now.

Have a good evening.

Hey, it's Jordan.

I can't take your call, so leave me a message.

What the fuck?

Ah! Oh, God! My side.

Where am I? Who are you?

I-I-I'm not gonna hurt you.

What the fuck is happening?

I-I don't know.

Um, my name is Laurie Schuyler.

I'm the owner.

Owner of what?

Where the fuck am I, goddamn it?

You're in a storage facility.

A what?

A storage facility?

You're shitting me.

Why are you handcuffed?

Why am I in your fucking storage unit?

-I don't know! -Well, who does?

Benjamin Salgado!

Am I supposed to know who that is?

The man who put you here is Benjamin Salgado.

But now, there's another guy who's pretending to be him.

What...

What other guy?

Old, blond hair.

He didn't have the key, but he had a chauffeur.

What's your name?

What?

Your name.

Clayton.

Clayton? I'm Laurie.

My phone is broken, but there's a desk phone in my office.

OK?

-W-W-What are you doing? -I'm calling the police.

What? Wait!

Wait, wait, Laurie!

Benjamin, Benny.

He-- He's a short-- Short Hispanic guy, right?

Yes, yes.

-What day is it? -23rd, it's Friday.

Jesus Christ.

What?

The guy set me up.

What do you mean?

Wednesday morning.

In the Harborview Hospital, giving blood.

I get talking to this orderly about transplants and shit.

Benny?

Yeah, Benny.

Thirty minutes later, I got jumped in the parking lot.

I woke up strapped to an operating table.

-I don't-- I don't believe this. -No?

Look at this.

Oh, my God.

-I... -They...

-Took something, right? -What?

Liver, kidneys, spleen,

I have no fucking clue.

Anyway...

Whatever pays most n the black market, I guess.

Are you kidding me?

No, It's fucking sick, right?

They...

I think they're passing me around from buyer to buyer.

But why you?

My blood type, maybe?

I'm AB negative.

Benny said it's pretty rare.

-Is this normal? -No, give it a second.

If there's a power outage, emergency backup should kick in.

What if it wasn't a power outage?

L-Laurie, wait!

Wait! Laurie, Come back out!

Help!

What the...?

No.

Shit.

Shit, shit.

-We gotta move. -Talk to me.

-He came back. -Who? Benny?

The older one. But he's not alone.

-Can you walk? -Yeah, I think so.

Ah! Sweet Jesus!

-How many guys? -At least four.

We just gotta get to my car.

Ah! Fuck.

Son of a bitch.

Had to be her.

The bed's still warm.

The man just got out of surgery. He can't be far.

-Go. -What about the girl?

Don't hurt her. Understood?

-Shit. -What?

My keys. I left them in the office.

I'll be right back.

Damn it.

Shit.

- Yeah? - Nobody leaves.

Copy that.

I'm at the front gate.

No! No! No!

-Ah! -Easy now, girl.

I don't want to kill you, and you don't want to be dead.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

Stop trying to move.

Don't fuck with me. Move.

Move. Keep going.

Shit.

Keys, keys, keys, come on.

Shit.

Fuck.

Looks like this is turning out to be

a bad night for both of us.

You people are sick.

Not everyone. Just me.

Just couldn't leave well enough alone, could you?

Fuck you.

Now, now, now.

We don't need any of that.

You just don't understand the gravity of the situation.

Look, I don't know you, and I don't want to know you.

Just let us go.

Us?

I won't say anything, I promise.

And I promise once I find him and you're safely locked away

in one of these units, I'll tell the police which one.

But you got to help me find him.

Where is he?

God!

God! That fucking hurts!

Piece of shit, man!

No soap! No soap, it'll make it worse.

Oh, fuck!

Don't you fucking move!

That wasn't this building.

I said I needed him alive.

What the fuck is the matter with your brother?

Go!

Hey, asshole, just because we can't kill you

doesn't mean we can't fuck you up.

Don't make this harder on yourself.

Come on out.

Carlos!

Carlos!

Carlos?

Carlos!

Yo, Carlos!

Carlos?

Carlos?

No, no, no, no, no.

Carlos?

Carlos. Carlos.

Carlo, man. Please.

- Carlo. - Damn.

An inch either way, and he might have survived.

Or maybe if he hadn't been so goddamn quick with that gun,

he'd still be with us.

Now, come on.

Let's find this guy and finish the job.

Fuck you and your job!

I'm done!

I know this feeling.

Get away from me.

Impotent rage is a terrible thing to waste.

You want the guy that did this to suffer, right?

Come on, man.

Let's go find this guy.

Once I get what I need,

he's all yours.

I'll pay you double.

Let's go.

Think. Think!

Yo, mama!

Come on out!

Punk-ass little bitch!

You and me got business.

Hey, hey! It's me, It's me! Jesus Christ!

-Shh! -How did you--?

I was trying to climb the fence.

I saw you through the gate.

Jesus Christ.

I can't believe you live here.

You mean the warden's house?

Why would you build a house in a storage facility?

The house came first.

This was all supposed to be a farm,

but four hurricanes later, they decided to cover

the whole thing in cement.

Is there a back entrance?

Not since 2010.

Oh, my God!

Yeah, I was hoping there might be a first aid kit around here.

You got anything stronger than Midol?

Tequila.

I can't believe that they shot you.

Well, one down, four to go.

What do you mean?

He's dead.

You killed him?

Would you prefer I took him to court?

Is there a landline somewhere or computer we can use?

They cut the Internet. It's all tied together.

Well, why was the TV in the office working?

It's a satellite.

It's connected to an emergency inverter.

What?

My dad liked football.

Well, come on, we...

We're surrounded by hundreds of units

filled with other people's shit.

There's gotta be something we can use.

Everything's locked.

Oh, my God.

What?

146! Mr. Takaki.

-What about him? -He has a large unit

in the old section. One of the side panels is loose.

I've been meaning to get it fixed.

-And? -Never got around into it.

I think my boyfriend has a pair of shoes that might fit you.

-Where is he? -Nashville.

That's convenient.

Tell me about it.

So, what do you think?

Yeah, this'll do.

He visits once a month to let the engine run,

but he never takes it out.

-Really? -What? He trusts me.

Not after tonight.

Right.

Between this door and the main gate,

that front end doesn't stand a chance.

The gate isn't locked.

Once the power goes, it doesn't reset in case of fire.

We can just push it open.

Maybe I can sneak back into B Building

and grab the bolt cutters so I can cut the lock,

open this door, and drive out without...

Without what? Getting caught or killed?

This truck really means that much to you?

No.

No.

Ah. Here.

-What's are those for? -To slow them down.

Oh, so it's OK for you go out there, but not me?

If I don't, they'll follow us.

We can't let that happen.

All right, just...

Count down from 100, then punch it.

I'll see you at the main gate, OK?

We just borrowed it to save our lives, Mr. Takaki.

You understand, right?

100, 99...

98, 97,

96, 95,

94, 93, 92...

Anything?

Maybe.

Stay where you are. I'm coming to you.

63...

62, 61,

60...

...59, 58...

Meet me at the tan section.

On my way.

33, 32, 31...

...30, 29...

28, 27,

26, 25,

24, 23,

22...

-Nothing? -Nothing.

He's gotta be around here.

...15, 14, 13, 12, 11...

...10, 9, 8, 7...

...6, 5...

4, 3...

...2... I'm sorry, I promise I'll bring you back... 1...

Shit.

Fuck.

Goddamn it.

Come on!

No.

OK, go, go, go, go!

Leon!

Don't just stand there, go after him!

Can't. He fucked with the car.

Are they coming?

No, I...

No, we're clear.

Thank fuck. Yes!

Whoo!

Hey, it's OK, it's OK.

It's over.

Oh, shit.

Look at me, I'm still shaking.

You know, you're a lot tougher than you look. I admire that.

I just never thought something like that

would ever happen to me.

No one ever does.

Anyway, thank you.

For what?

For making sure they can't follow us to the hospital.

Oh, right.

How far is it?

Eight, maybe ten miles.

It must get lonely out here.

It's an acquired taste.

So why do you work there, anyway?

-What do you mean? -I mean, you're obviously smart.

Surely, there must be better jobs.

It wasn't really my decision. It was more of an inheritance.

Family business doesn't mean it has to be your business.

It's been in my family for almost 30 years.

That has to mean something.

-No, it doesn't -It does to me.

So, how'd they die?

Car accident. Three years ago.

I used to be so embarrassed growing up there.

Couldn't wait to get out.

They died, and now it's all I have left of them.

You love them, but you don't owe them.

Actually, I do.

I was the one driving the car.

So, it's guilt.

Maybe.

Oh, my God.

What?

Laurie, wait! Before--

Good evening, ma'am. How can I help you?

These guys, they're after us. They broke into my store--

-Slow down, who's after you? -They have guns.

At Schuyler Storage, just down the road.

They're after my friend.

I think I killed one. But we got away, and now...

OK. You need to back away and put your hands up.

No, wait, listen!

The bad guys are back at the storage facility!

-Who's in the truck? -That's what I'm trying to tell you

He's hurt, we think someone stole one of his kidneys.

-What? -Dude, she's telling the truth.

Put the gun down. She hasn't done anything wrong.

-Freeze! -He's with me!

Hey! Please. She's telling the truth.

-I said, freeze. -He needs to go to a hospital.

Take it easy, we're unarmed.

Both of you, on the ground,

hands behind your head.

We need your help.

10-65 I need assistance on...

Oh!

Oh, no.

Those storage units

are like a box of chocolates, aren't they?

Hands behind your back.

You've had an interesting evening, haven't you?

It's not even the main event yet.

Why are you doing this?

Why does anybody doing anything?

Because I love my job.

Get up.

You run, and I'll kill him.

Bet you wish you'd given us that key.

Time to go.

Go where?

I need to get you out of here

before this place is crawling with cops.

-The car won't start, remember? -Then call a fucking Uber.

I'm not going anywhere.

This thing gets done tonight, or it doesn't get done at all.

What'd I tell you?

I told you this would happen.

Did I not tell you this would happen?

O, ye of little faith.

I come bearing gifts.

Thank you.

This'll all be over soon.

You people are going straight to hell.

Yeah, I'm OK with that.

How much time do you need to set up?

I'm ready to go in 234.

Though, not too sure what to do with her.

I think there's an open unit right near there.

Lock her in there, but remember the number.

Take this car and move it around back.

I don't want anyone spotting it from the road.

You didn't just steal this car, did you?

Do you want your man or not?

My dad was a cop.

Well, then, you really aren't cut out

for this kind of work now, are you?

Knock it off, both of you.

Where is he?

Trunk.

Touch me again, I'll kill you.

When this is over, find out if he has a family.

No matter what it costs, you make it right, got it?

Sure.

Doc, get him prepped. I'll be right there.

You OK?

Yeah, I just need a moment.

Hey!

If it was up to me,

you'd be dead already.

Don't leave me here!

But it's not up to me.

Stay.

He's dying, isn't he?

Afraid so.

So, you're just gonna steal

an innocent man's life because...

We're all guilty of something.

You sick fuck!

Dude, forget it. It's fine.

Laurie?

Laurie!

-Yeah. -Somebody's here.

Got it.

What?

Laurie?

You expecting company?

Tall, good-looking.

Same age as the girl.

Who is he?

-Please don't hurt him. -Who is he?

My boyfriend, Jordan.

I'll handle it.

Please, you have to let me talk to him!

Jordan, run!

You can't do this!

Let me out, you asshole!

Laurie!

Babe?

Laurie?

Hello? Jacksonville PD?

Can I help you?

Who are you? Where's Laurie?

Detective Parks.

Laurie's walking the perimeter with my officer.

I-Is she OK?

Yeah, no, she's fine.

A little shook up, maybe.

Why? What happened?

Apparently, the owner of that unit

wasn't too happy about being locked out.

Went a little nuts.

Wow.

OK.

Got it.

You must be Jordan.

Yeah, yeah, I just flew in from Nashville.

Fun town.

Yeah, yeah, she was supposed to fly up this weekend, but...

it's her birthday so...

What the hell is she doing here?

Young woman like her should be out

getting hammered with her friends, right?

-Can I see some ID? -What?

Your ID. Your badge.

Son, this whole place is a crime scene.

You're the one who's trespassing, not me.

Show me your fucking badge.

Relax. Right here.

Laurie!

No.

No

No! No!

There's been enough innocent blood spilled tonight.

I'll take care of it.

You're the last man standing.

Congratulations. The money's all yours.

Who the fuck are you people?

Where's Laurie?

Is she hurt?

She's fine.

You're awake.

Excellent.

You know, I was always planning just to watch.

But it's better this way, don't you think?

Just the two of us.

God works in mysterious ways.

I've waited a long time to hear you sing that note.

The sweet sound of human suffering.

But you've always been

on the other side of this, haven't you?

Delivering...

but never receiving.

What you're feeling right now...

this pain, this terror...

is the utter disbelief that your life is about to end.

Not by accident or disease,

but by choice.

My choice.

You know, we're told...

that if we work hard...

buy in...

play by the rules,

that we'll have...

have some semblance of control.

But we both know that's not true.

Hell, if I had any control over my life,

you and I would never have met.

They tell us

to trust those in charge.

And when that doesn't work out...

they say put your faith in a higher power.

And there's a grand plan,

something greater than any individual.

But it's all a big, fat fucking delusion.

Which leads me to believe in only one truth.

And that is, if you want something done,

and done right,

you got to do it yourself.

That's her on her fifth birthday.

That's Tofu.

A stuffed rabbit.

The thing lasted decades.

This is her in middle school at her first recital.

Do you know she went to Juilliard?

You look! Look at her!

Bright.

Funny.

Ambitious. Kind.

High school.

Prom.

Dropping her off at college.

First Broadway show.

Graduation.

Oh.

Family dinner.

What I wouldn't give for just one more day.

Look at her!

Laurie?

Laurie?

Laurie?

Laurie?

Laurie?

That's right.

Really look at her.

She had her whole life in front of her, didn't she?

Didn't she?

And then what happened?

She ran into you at Whole Foods.

And you kindly told her that the rib eyes were on sale.

And then you followed her home.

No, no.

Laurie.

-Wait, wait, wait! -You murderer! You killed him!

-Wait! -Fuck you!

Would you just stop for a goddamn second!

Fuck you!

He's alive.

-What? -OK?

He's taking a little nap in your bed.

But he's OK?

We never should have come here.

Jordan?

Please, don't do this!

No, no.

Prison was too good for you, wasn't it?

Oh, my God.

Baby?

Baby...

Oh, your head. I'm so sorry.

I love you so much.

I'm begging you, no more.

Is that what she said

right before you decided to stab her eight times?

And then you gave the middle fingers to us all...

by pleading not guilty.

No. Ah! Please.

-Don't. -Say it.

Say, "I'm guilty."

Say, "I'm guilty."

-Fuck you, old man. -Say, "I'm guilty."

-You're insane. -Get away from him!

-Put the knife down! -You don't understand.

You don't know what's going on here!

-Do it! Hit him! Do it. -Just say it.

-Say, "I'm guilty." -Put the knife down!

Goddamn it, please just go away!

Kill the motherfucker!

Please, get--

-Get me out. -OK.

- Do you think you can walk? - Yeah.

OK.

OK.

OK, put your arm around me.

For those of you just joining us,

Jacksonville PD, along with state prison officials,

will be holding a news conference

in a matter of minutes.

It's OK.

Just wait here. I'm gonna be right back, OK?

Wait. Wait, where you going?

What...?

Hello? Is anyone there?

Hello?

Go for dispatch.

Please, we need help. There's been an attack.

Uh, we-we need... we need an ambulance.

People are dead.

We're at Schuyler Storage. 638 Camden Road.

Ma'am, where's Officer Ramsey?

He's dead!

Please hurry!

Ma'am? Ma'am, are you still there?

Clayton?

...That two longtime cafeteria workers

may also be involved.

This is yet another wrinkle in our developing story.

Benjamin Salgado was last seen

at approximately 5:00 p.m. this afternoon

-at Harborview Hospital, -That's him.

the same hospital where inmate Philip Travis went missing

following surgery to remove a cancerous kidney.

Travis' diagnosis has sparked much debate

over his Eighth Amendment rights,

which protect him from cruel and unusual punishment,

despite a life sentence for the murder

of Kayla Hunsaker four years ago.

Police believe her father,

real estate developer Julius Hunsaker,

to be a person of interest.

Why did you have to bring him here?

I was wondering the same thing.

But it's all fake news anyway, right?

Stay the fuck back!

That's the spirit.

No weepy bullshit for you.

I mean it.

You know, to be honest...

I'm a little offended by their coverage.

You know, one dead girl does not a serial killer make.

And if I'm not mistaken,

Kayla was actually number six.

Which makes you lucky number seven.

Ah!

Ah!

Help! Help!

Tell Kayla I said hello.

You get away from her.

Freeze!

Put your hands up!

Freeze! Right there!

Stop right there!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Suspect down!

Clear!

- Move out! - I've got her!

Ma'am, put your hands behind your head!

Jordan?

Jordan!

What the fuck is going on?