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(Quiet warehouse ambience)

(car driving up)

(eerie silence)

(phone ringing)

Your call is being forwarded to an auto-

(luggage rolling on concrete)

(squeaky door rattled shut)

(luggage rolling, wing blowing)

(dog barking)

(warehouse door screeching open)

(warehouse door stops)

Hello?

Hello.

(creepy suspense music)

Anybody in here?

(screams)

(creepy string music)

(string orchestral main theme music)

(car radio playing generic rock)

(thuds from the trunk)

Oh! Sleeping beauty’s up!

Two hours, 13 minutes and 20 seconds.

That's a new record, Todd.

Hey. I didn't want to kill her.

All right?

Oh, boy.

What? Looks like someone’s
starting to get a little soft...

I'm not soft.
- What?

You’re hard?

Look, I've just learned.

During prior experiences...

Prior experience? My ass.
- All right.

How many times we done this?

(generic rock music playing)

Okay.

Don't answer that.

You're a retard.

Thanks I’ll be here all week!

Actually, you won't.

Very funny.

I'm not joking.

What?

Sorry, bro.

Your services are no longer needed.

What do you mean? My
services aren't needed?

My services are always needed.

Not this time, sport.

Well, you can let me at least.

Boss’s orders dog!

Sorry! Oh Boss’s orders.
That's fucking cute.

So then,

what the hell are you going to do all week?

I've got plenty to do all week.

You sick fuck, you sick fuck.

Ok I'm not talking about that.

And what the hell are you talking about?

I'm talking about none ya.

None ya goddamn business?

Ha-ha you're fucking hilarious.

See you’re so jealous gayboy.

Look at you!

Yeah.

I may be gay,

but at least I'm not a fucking faggot

like you are! Wow.

Wow.

The jealousy right now is fucking,

like, seeping out of your pores.

How dare you come out with homophobia?

I've got a brother who's
gay, for Christ's sake.

(loud thuds from trunk)

Hey, pipe it down back there.
(more loud thuds)

I said, pipe it the fuck!

Goddamn it!

(car screeches to a halt)

Just fucking go take care of it.

Okay.

Get a move on, Elton John.

Suck my crocodile cock.

You know, crocodiles have, like,
scientifically very small penises, right?

So do you!

(car door slams)

(trunk opens from inside)

(heavy breathing)

(birds chirping)

(heavy breathing)

Ugh.

(heavy breathing)

You look hot!

Are you hot?

Awww.

You're sweaty.

(heavy breaathing)

All right.

Here's what we're going to do.

We're going to blast the AC.

Isn't that cool?

And you are going to be fucking quiet.

You whore.

You whore!

You whore!
Yeaaaghahaa!

But seriously, though,

if you want to live, you know,

just be quiet.

Capiche?

Don't worry. Sugar tit.

We're almost there.

Hey. Oh,

and by almost there, I
mean, we're only about

three hours away.

(cinematic trunk slam)

Well.

Well, what?

Well, what do you expect me to do?

Bro, I don't care what you do.

Your work is done here.

You think you can handle this on your own?

Yeah, I know I can handle it on my own.

This is a big step up for you.

Not really.

Don't act like this isn't a big deal.

It's not a big deal.

It's a huge deal.

(key jingles)

Just take the camry and fucking go.

(key jingling)

Fine.

Don't call me if you need anything.

I won't need anything.

Okay, great. Don't call me.

I won't.

Okay, great.

Grand. Fucking fantastic. Bye.

See you later.

Tell your boyfriend I said hello.

(door slams)

(newspaper rustling)

All right.

Thank you. Course I will.

There you go.

There are two mimosas.

Anything else I can do for you girls?

Hello?

Hello?

That's a cute pic.

Yes. Here's to my bestie
moving up in this world.

(loud echoey clink)

(handcuff rattling)

(heavy breathing)

(loud slurping)

You must be thirsty.

(slurping continues)
Don't worry.

You won't be cuffed for too much longer.

(slurping continues)

You hungry?

I can make you some
Top Ramen if you’d like.

(faucet turns on, water flowing)

(package rustling)

(stabs the ramen)

(water boiling, food preparation sounds)

(ice clinking)

Help! Somebody help me!

Somebody help me!

Help!

Somebody help!

Go ahead and scream.

All you'd like.

That, Nobody's going to hear you out here.

Or us.

Oh. You don't need this, do you?

Bon Apetit!

(beads clinking)

I mean, she sucks at
replying to text messages.

(grunt over the phone)
but normally she doesn't take this long.

Oh. Hell naw.

Come on. She's, like. Glued to that screen.

Do you even try to call the manager?

No I haven't.

What about the agent?

Yo like, maybe she don't
have reception up in there.

Good idea.

Let me try now.

Okay, cool. I'll call you back.

(speaking in Russian) I
don’t think it’s going to be easy

but it’s not going to be tough

$50,000?

I think we can ask for more

(beads clinking)

Hey.

Check it out.

Opening bid is $30K.

What?

For Sunday's auction.

Excuse me.

Auction?

The auction?

You know, for the 17th century antiques.

(laughing obnoxiously)

Hello?

It's for you!

You're for sale, my darling.

What do you think?
- I was just gonna.

Keep you here?

What do you want from me?

Thing is, it's not really up to me.

It's.

It's up to the auction.

You’ll go to the highest bidder.

Hey, you know, you never know.

You could get snatched
up by a billionaire prince.

True fairy tale story!

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Well.

Actually, there is a uh,

There's an alternative option.

If you can get someone to pay $250,000.

You get to go free.

It's kind of like the.

The buy it now button on eBay.

Except, you know, like, not really.

So do you have any, like.

Oh, do you have any, rich grandparents,

uncles, aunties?

No, I, I have no one.

Ah, damn.

Well, tough luck.

But, you know, I mean,

look on the bright side.
- Yeah.

At least, you know you won't
be down here too much longer.

Hey. Hey.

Look.

We don't know who's
going to come snatch you.

It'll probably.

It'll probably just end up being some

some lonely old rich guy.

You know?

It'll be like hanging out with grandpa.

Except grandpa might do weird

things to you sometimes.

And look, you know,
it might not be so bad since he's so old.

I mean, she'll probably die soon, and

maybe you can coerce him into leaving you

his fortune.

Anyway. Good chat.

That's the news for the day.

I'll be back in a couple hours
to make you some lunch.

Oh, do you like baloney?

You probably think this
whole thing's baloney!

(snickers)

Alrighty.

Later, Gator.

(beads clinking)

Hey, are we still good for Sunday?

Yes John. Same time.

Same place as always.

Okay, cool. Cool.

I texted Jess yesterday.

Still hadn't heard back, so.

She's on a work trip. John.

Oh, okay, I see.

All good.

Besides.

Besides what?

You're not exactly in her high

priority of people to get back to.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

But when it comes to
Zeke, your son is mine.

I have him here.

Hi, Zeke.

Say hi, nana.

(baby sounds)

Hi, sweetie.
(baby sounds)

He's off in his own little world.

Okay, cool. Cool.

So as long as we're good for Sunday.

Yeah even if you don't hear
back from her, which chances are,

you probably won't.

I'll see you Sunday.

Okay? Okay.

Thanks.

Of course. Bye.

(phone hangs up)

(beads clinking)

Hey. Guess what?

You're letting me go?

Ha ha ha ha! Very funny.

Worth a shot.

I'm afraid, unfortunately, that.

I just can't do that.

I've got strict instructions
to keep you right here.

Strict instructions from who?

I can't tell you that.

Your boss.

Okay, well, I can tell you that.

So you're working for someone else?

That's how it works.

So you decide to take all the risk.

Auction me off. And then what?

Your boss makes all the money?

Seems like you didn't
really get a fair deal.

All right, look,

the arrangement is between me and the boss.

You know, we're we're
both making out winners.

Real winners.

I fail to see how I'm a winner in this.

Oh, I wasn't talking about you.

I mean look, technically,

you could get famous as a missing person,

but then again, how many people go missing.

Every. Single. Day.

Oh. Oh,

can I get you anything?

Water.
Soda?

Bourbon.

Freedom would be nice.

Bourbon it is.

(beads clinking)

Everything's fine.

Totally fine.

Peachy Keen.

She doesn’t have reception up there.

Unfortunately.

Or wifi.

Oh, okay.

Thank God she's okay.

Yeppers.

It’s all gravy train over here.

Butter biscuit wheels!

Speaking of which uh Amber.

Have you thought about
signing on to an agency?

I'm already signed to an agency Al.

This is odd looking bourbon.

That's because it's water.

So what, you like me now?

What you think.

You think I'm just trying to get you drunk

so I can take advantage of you?

Enjoy your water.

Wait.

What do you want?

Why don't you come
keep me company for a bit?

What's your name?

Blackbird.

I can barely hear you with the mask on.

You’re not supposed to see my face.

And you can barely hear me too.

Hi. You're kind of cute.

I'm Jessica.

I know.

And you are?

Dan.

So, Dan,

Why me?

What do you mean?

Out of all the girls in the world
that you could have kidnaped.

Why did you choose me?

I didn't choose you.

Then who did?

They.

They?

The organization.

Does this organization have a name?

Dark Plague.

Dark plague?

Look, I didn't come up with the name, okay?

So you're telling me
some secret underground

organization hand-selected to buy

and auction me off as a sex slave?

Sex doll.

Slaves get shackled.

Dolls get played with.

And. Well, they're not.

They're not underground.

I mean, well, okay, look,
technically, yes, they are.

They are underground.

More. More or less. Yeah.

I still don't get it.

What else is there to get it?

I don't know. Look, I know that you're,

a dumb blonde, but

come on, you're not a stupid one.

And you're a prick. Hey,

I'm not a prick.

You know, you were,

You were doing better
than most of the other girls

right up until this point.

What do you mean?

Most of the other girls?

Wait, what?

Oh,

you thought.

You thought you were the only one, huh?

You mean there's more of me?

Of course there's more of you.

This organization is global, baby.

There's only so much
one little worker can do.

So you're just.

Just what?

You're just a gofer.

Hey.

I've treated you very fairly

since you've got here.

I didn't need to do that.

I didn't mean to offend.

I just.

Just what?

I just thought I was special.

You are.

Special.

Look I've never

taken my mask off for anyone.

Anyone before.

You really mean that?

Do you have

any idea how upset my boss would be

if he knew that you saw my face?

I thought you were the boss around here.

I am the boss around here. You.

You know that I'm the boss, right?

I do, yeah.

Good.

So how many times have you done this?

Oh, just,

just a couple.

Just a couple.

Couple dozen.

Damn.

Yeah.

Well you must be really good at this.

Yeah, well, you know, I.

I got you here didn’t I?

With a little help.

I didn't need it.

Really?
- Yeah.

You know,

Between you and me

the other guys, are getting phased out.

Not up to kidnapping standards eh?

Yeah.

You know, after you

after you do this a
number of times, people,

they tend to get lazy,

slow, sloppy.

So you're saying your
brother's getting lazy? He.

Not my brother.

Then who is. He?

He's just a dude. You know what?

You're asking a lot of questions.

So if you don't want me to duct tape

your mouth shut,

I would just stop with the questions.

I just wanted to get to know you better.

Um,

Look, I know that this.

This must be really scary for you.

And I know that it's,

wild to think this, but it's.

It is not my intention to hurt you

physically or permanently.

If anything,

it's.

What?

My duty to keep you safe.

Great.

Thank you for that.

Anytime.

So you'll make sure.

As long as the police aren't involved

in any way,

I'll be here to keep you safe.

I promise.

And if they do get involved?

We don't want that to happen.

I'm calling the police.

Don't do that.

You're supposed to not do that.

And why. Not?

Because it says here that.

They’ll (clears throat) kill her.

If we do.

We're talking about my baby here.

What are we supposed to do?

Just sit here and wait?

It says all we need is $250,000.

All we need is a quarter million dollars.

Oh, great.

Why don't I just swing by the ATM

and pull out some cash?

I don't have that kind of money.

Do you?

Do you?

No. No, no I don't.

Well, not on me! (chuckles)

That is not funny, Al.

We're talking about my daughter here.

Do you know anyone that has that kind.

Of money that would be willing to pay?

Perhaps make a small loan?

You're the hotshot Hollywood agent.

Not me.

Don't you have those kind of connections?

Look I understand you’re
a little upset at this moment.

A little upset.

I'm more than just a little upset, al.

It's just that my only
child has been kidnapped

and held for ransom.

But other than that, I'm cool

as a fucking cucumber, Al.

I'm just real chill, right?

This is just a party for me.

You better get my daughter
out of this fucking mess

and call me when you do.

(hangs phone up)

(peaceful forest sounds)

(beads clinking)

Hey.

So I've got good news.

And I've got bad news.

(inhaling vape pen)

Give me the bad news first.

Nobody's made an offer on you yet.

Not your agent or anyone.

Not even a response.

And the good news?

The bacon's delicious.

I gave him 24 hours to respond.

It's been 48.

I don't think he cares about you.

(beads clinking)

(loud sigh)

You've at least told him

that you received the message, right? Yes.

Well, I was going to do that.

You were going to do that?

At least send them the message

so that they don't do
anything to my daughter.

Well, that's a good idea.

I'll do that.

There must be a way

that we can go to the cops
without the kidnappers knowing.

I mean, there's got to.

Be a way right?

There's got to be a way.

You know.
That's actually a good question.

I really don't know about that.

It’s not my area of expertise.

Well, if we don't figure
out something by Saturday,

I am going to the police.

Okay, great.

Well, let me know how it all goes.

Gee. Thanks, Al.

You've been a great help.

Look, you know, there's a lot of.

(forest ambience)

Weird people in the world.

You do know that, right?

It's just there's a lot of strange.

Well, men

in particular.

Yeah.
And you're one of them.

Excuse me.

What have I done that could be perceived

as strange or creepy?

You fucking kidnapped me, you sicko!

I didn't kidnap you. It.

No. My associates. Did.

I just hold down the fort.

I thought you were-in the car?

No, God.

You know what they.

They must've drugged you more than usual.

No, no.

Those guys are the grunts.

You think?

You think I get paid the
big bucks to do the dirty

work? No.

No I earned this cushy job

by working my way up.

Oh, good for you.

You think I like this?

I mean, you think I
like seeing you suffer?

You think I like you crawling
around on the ground,

you know, scarfing up scraps
of food like a damn dirty dog.

Yeah, I think you do.

Okay. Like, maybe just a little bit.

But, you know, have you ever wondered.

Hey, maybe my life's been threatened.

And if I were to let you
go, we would both be dead.

It's a better option at this point. Wow.

Okay.

Like, that's pretty offensive.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to offend you.

Mr. Blackbird, aka

Dan the fucking kidnapper creep.

Hey, just because I kidnapped
you doesn’t make me a creep!

I thought you didn't kidnap me.

I didn't.

But I'm just saying that even if I did.

Which you did.

I still wouldn't be considered a creep.

I mean, do you.

Do you have any idea

what a creep would do in this situation?

I don't know, drug a girl,

take pictures of her, passed out,

chain her to a fucking bedpost,

auction her off on the black market?

Yeah, well, I didn't
do any of those things.

You're just holding me hostage.

I hope you're getting
paid really well to do this.

Yeah. You know what?

I am.

You're going to rot in hell.

Look.

God knows.

God knows what I'm doing.

God knows

that I'm doing the best that I can

and that this is all I can do right now.

Yeah. I'm sure He loves what you are doing.

Yeah?

What about you, Mr.

Triple X?

Wow. Yeah.

You just put your whole naked body

out into the world for everyone to see.

For everyone to Google and oogle at.

“I’m just doing my job.”

Yeah.

Yeah. Which is what exactly, huh?

Being a little Instagram whore.

Fuck you. You know,
I actually, I'm curious.

Like, what goes through your
mind during these photoshoots?

You know, is it like,

I hope my ass looks good from this angle.

And if not, there's always Photoshop.

And I really hope that it's
sexy enough that a million

horny dudes will fucking jerk off to me.

Yeah, well, these horny

dudes, they pay my bills.
- Oh, yeah?

Well, maybe they should
pay your fucking ransom.

(idea chime)

That's it.

That's it.

Oh, really?

Yeah. That's it.

You just want money, right?

Give me my phone.

I don't have your phone.

Then let me.

Let me log to my profile from yours.

I can get your money.
Oh, yeah.

I'll just give you my phone
so you can log in to Facebook

so they can fucking GPS track our location.

I'll get arrested.

Yeah, let's go fucking do that.

If I can just get in contact

with my followers, I
can get you your money.

We're sticking to the plan.

That's that.

If I can just log in to my profile,

I can get you your ransom money.

Okay. It's not my ransom money.

It's your fucking ransom
money, miss self-absorbed.

Selfie of the fucking month.

You're kind of being held

ransom here, too, aren't you?

What are you talking about?

You're holed up here with me.

Yeah, except I can come and go as I please.

And yet you don't. Why?

Are you afraid that
if you do, I'll get out.

No. Then what is it.

I've got strict instructions

to keep an eye on you.

So you can't leave.

Yeah I can.

Okay I just.

I just choose not to.

Because you'll get killed?

Yeah.

Except nobody can kill me.

If you can get hired,

you can get fired.

And you can get killed.

No.

No. I'm too big of an asset.

Such confidence.

Look who's the self-absorbed idiot now?

Hey, I'm not self-absorbed.

How dare you?
You're the one who's always berating a-

(loud knocks on the door)

(suspense music)

I thought you said

we were in the middle of nowhere.

We are.

You make one little peep
and you're fucking dead.

(suspense music intensifies)

What the fuck are you doing?

(eerie noises)

(gun cocks)

Get the fuck out of here!

(gunshot)

(several gunshots)

Yeah! Get the fuck out of here!

(Eerie string music plays)

(beads clinking)

Don't worry.

He's gone now.

Wait.

Who was that?

(suspenseful music)

There are people bad people

that want you,

and they don't want to pay.

So now, do you see why

(suspense music intensifies)

I haven't left you?

Anyway.

It's time for bed.

Good night.

Wait.

(eerily romantic theme)

Stay with me tonight.

Keep me safe.

(eerie romantic music continues)

Dan? Will you hold me?

(romantic music lightens)

(nature sounds)

What are you doing?

I'm going out.

Where are you going?

What's it to you?

Just curious.

I'm going to where I can get service.

Before you go.

I need to use the restroom.

Yeah.

Same as before.

Keep the door open.

(turns faucet on)

(running water)

(turns faucet off)

Thanks.

Sure thing.
Okay.

I have to recuff you now.

I know, just following protocol.

You know.
(handcuff sounds)

Someday I'll uncuff you and

you'll be free.

For now before I'm sold.

(sighs loudly)

(door shuts)

(door locks)

(struggling noises and deep breaths)

(more frustrated struggling sounds)

(exhaling deeply)
Sally?

Hi, John.

I need your help.

Did you hear back from Jess?

Don't tell me she woke
up in an alley again.

This is not funny.

Okay. Sorry. What?

She's. She's missing.

What do you mean, she's missing?

I mean, what I mean, she's missing.

Well, are you sure she didn't
run off with another Tinder lover?

This is. Serious. John.

She did that when she left
me, she disappeared for weeks.

She's.

She's being held for ransom.

Holy shit.

Why don't you go to the cops?

I can't go to the cops.

Why not?

If I go to the cops,

she'll be.

She'll be what?

She'll be murdered.

Jesus fuck.

(Pleading) They’ll kill
her if you say anything.

Please promise me.

Promise me.

All right, I promise.

Well, what do you want me to do about it?

I don't know.

I don't know who else to go to.

Look, I.

(sighs)

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you. John.

Yeah. Don't mention it.

So what else do you
know about the situation?

I'll send you the information I have.

Maybe you can go to the
place where she last was.

You want me to play vigilante?

Can you just do what you can?

Okay.

(rap instrumental)

I'm coming.
Jess.

(beads clinking)

(plastic bag rustling, items dropping)

There you go.

Feel free to shower.

You stink.

Oh. Thank you.

Don’t mention it.

(items being taken out of bag)

(shower water running)

(eerie romantic music playing)

(eerie romance music intensifies)

(eerie violin sounds)

It's okay. I'm.

I'm decent.

You look,

clean.

Yeah.

Thanks.

For what?

For letting me do that.

Oh. Well.

Thing is, you were.

You were really starting to stink, so.

I mean, that was for me.

You’re not worth 250.

What do you mean?

Oh you’re,

You're worth more than that.

How much do you think I'm worth?

Or.

Do you think I'm worth nothing?

I have to.

I have to re-cuff you.

(handcuff locks)

All my bills are paid.

I get an allowance, rent is taken care of.

Honey, life is good.

Well, good for you.

You know, you should get a sugar daddy.

A sugar zaddy!

Damnit Amber.

I'm not letting some creepy old

dude in my pants for a Louis bag.

Come on. Here's the best part.

You don't have to let him in your pants.

You're saying you don't

well-no.

But, I mean, it's not that bad.

Okay, I'm sure it's not that good either.

It could be-Worse.

It'd be better than when
you were dating John.

Can't argue with that.

But you could argue with John

only every other day.

Still-I can't believe that
dude cheated on you.

You know, I have thought about it.

About John, cheating on you?

No, about, you know.

Getting a sugar daddy.

I mean, it would be nice

not to have to work or pay my bills.

You can move out of mama's house.

Yeah. I mean, the thought of.

It's great.

It's just my mom.

She's really awesome with Zeke,
and, you know, what about my career?

And then I'd have to
go get a babysitter and.

Yeah, and you'll be able to afford one.

He'd hire one for you.

You can always mOVE your mom close by.

Drop him off at your mom's.

I don't know.

I mean,

I'm just taking everything
one day at a time.

Hey we’re still really young.

That's true.

But, hey.

We're here to forget about our

responsibilities, remember?

Okay.

What responsibilities do you have again?

Looking this good?

Baby, this is hard work!

Cheers. Yes.

Let's be real.

Being this hot is like

having a Fastpass at Disneyland.

So true.

I mean, we've never had to wait in line
at any clubs and let alone pay to get it.

And having to pay for our own drinks.

Ugh, who does that?

Ugly old fat chicks.

And guys.

Those poor guys.

(laughing)

Don't feel sorry for them.

They're happy to pay for it.

They’re happy to pay for other things too.

I mean, simps do make
the world go round, okay?

I mean, simps do make the world go round!

Okay, they make your world go round.

I'm telling you, when I make per month,

just taking a few tit pics,

Girl.

Then why do you even need a sugar daddy?

Girl I'm getting my bag.

And that bag gon be as big as possible.

I don't know, it's just I.

I don't care how broke I get.

I just can't resort to that.

I bet you will!

So I've been thinking.

Oh, boy.

What?

A woman thinking is never a good thing.

Ha ha.

Let me guess.

You're wondering what
happens if Sunday rolls around

and we hear crickets?

Yeah.

Well, we'll just have to cross that bridge

when we get to it.

If we get to it,

it'll be up to God knows who to find you.

And pay for you.

Then what?

Then we make the delivery.

The delivery?

Yeah.

What did you think a fairy was
gonna come and whisk you away?

We have to literally take you from here

physically to there.

Kind of like how we got
you here in the first place.

So you're going to re

drug me and put me back in that bag?

Standard protocol sweetheart.

Please.

If I just go voluntarily.

Sorry.

Those are the rules.

Well, rules are made to be broken.

Not this time sugar tit.

What did you just call me?

What?

That's what the other
guy in the car called me.

It's just an expression.

I've never heard that
expression before in my life.

Yeah, well, you haven't been
alive very long, have you, darling?

And frankly, I find that hard to believe
as a model who puts herself out there

the way that you do.

I'm pretty sure you get called
all kinds of crazy shit. Wow.

Come on, do you actually even
read any of your comments online?

I knew it.

What?

You do stalk me on Insta.

Okay, you know what?

Don't don't.

Don't. Don't flatter yourself. Okay.

I do research.

I literally didn't even
see your Instagram page

until you were, like,
on your way over here.

I had to see what I
was getting myself into.

Getting yourself into.

Okay, you know what? Don't be gross.

Okay, look, I had to see what
kind of broad was on the way.

I had to set up a whole fucking
auction, yadda yadda yadda.

Like I told you, you
know, there's that site

that I was telling you
about that it's just like eBay,

except it's on the dark web
and it's got hot chicks on it.

Great.

Hey, do you wanna see something cool?

(slams foot)

(unsheaths knife)

Here.

Touch it.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.
Touch it.

(eerie sound)

That's a real KA-BAR.

Nice.

What does that mean?

It's military grade.

Designed for the Marine
Corps in World War two.

That right there.

That is 1095

carbon steel.

Okay. It means that it's
strong as fuck and sharp as shit.

Okay. Here.

Just give it back to me.

Give it.

Fucking don't appreciate it.

I've got a wacky idea.

How about.

A little demonstration,

Come on.
Field trip.

(knife slam)

You ready?

(knife slice)

Whoo!

Impressive.

I know. Here

you try.

No. No, I insist.

You can do. It. No, really. Come on.

It'll be fun.

Fine.

Okay.

All right. You ready?

All right, here we go.

(knife whiffs)

No, I.

I got it. It's fine.

Okay.

I'm sorry, I suck at this.

It's fine.

I just need you to fucking focus.

Give me that onion.

Okay here here.

We’re gonna focus.

All right?

Here we go.

Ready? Here we go. One.

Two. Three.

(knife slice)

Hey! Hey. Yeah.

Pretty good.

Guess what?

What?

You get to keep it.

I don't.

I don't get it.

What's there to get?

It's.

It's yours now.

You want me to keep this?

Yeah.

I mean, what are you
going to do, stab me with it?

(jump scare horn playing)

(stab and yell)

(laughing)
I'm just kidding.

I'll take it back now.

(eerie music playing)

You don't think I'm that stupid, do you?

No. Uh, no. I don’t.

(eerie music plays)

(nature sounds)

(moped engine noise)

(squaling brakes)

(kickstand attemps)

(background party music playing)

Can I help you?

Yeah.
Is this your studio?

Nah, man, I'm just renting it for the day.

Oh, okay.

What do you want?

Well,

it's kind of dumb, but.

Out with it dude.

I'm renting this by the hour.

Well, my girlfriend
thought she left her phone

jacket here.

(upbeat music playing in background)

Phone jacket?

Yeah, well, her phone,

but it was in her jacket. So,

like, both.

Yeah.
Whatever, dude. Just.

Yeah. Look around.

Help yourself dude.

Fuck.

Thank you.

Fuck yeah, like that.

(mysterious suspense music)

(discovery chime sound)

Fuck yeah.

Just like that bitch.

Yeah.
Fuckin’ love that shit!

(upbeat music playing)

Hey, you find that phone jacket?

No, man.

Shocker.

Hey, one quick question before I go.

Okay.

Make it fucking quick dude.

Who did you rent this studio from?

I didn't rent it from anyone.

I rented it from the fucking.

App dude you just type it in.

You fucking hit a couple
buttons, you open up a lockbox.

Okay.
Cool, man.

You don't happen to know
who rented it before you?

Dude. What's with all the
fucking questions, Dick Tracy?

No, I don't know who rented it before me.

I fucking scheduled it in an app.

And if you don't mind,
I'm fucking in the middle

of a very important photo shoot.

And some people work for a fucking living.

Oh my God. Jesus.

You're really bringing down the vibe.

Oh, for sure.

Sorry. Hey, good luck
with your photo shoot.

Good luck with that
phone jacket, Nancy Drew.

Thanks.

Was he always wearing those gloves?

(answers phone)

Yeah?
I need you to do me a solid.

Kind of in the middle
of something big here.

Video games are not real life.

Remember, Ned? Fuck you.

You asked me for a
favor, and you insult me?

I'm just kidding, man.

Well, what do you.

What do you want?

I just need you to run something for me.

You already owe me a favor.

Okay, so I owe you two favors.

(button mashing)
All right.

Spit it out. What is it?

I need you to hack a phone for me.

Oh. That's it?

Why didn't you say so?

So, like, do you need the phone number?

Be a lot easier if I
had the physical phone.

You wouldn't happen to
have the phone, would you?

Well,

as a matter of fact,

I do.

Kinda.

How does one kind of have a.

I'm on my way.

Okay.

(videogame sounds)
Oh, bye to you too.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

(videogame death sound)

Fuck you John.

Change of plans.

We're going to town. Oh.

How far is town?

Oh, not far.

I thought you said

we were in a remote location. We.

We are in a remote location.

We're about to be in
a less remote location.

All right.

Up!
They found her phone.

Oh, well, that's good news.

(blues music)

Where was it?

At the studio.

You booked her at.

On the floor.

Oh that's great.

Great.

So what now?

John's friend is

going to see who's behind all this.

How is he?
Some kind of phone hacker guy? Yes,

(giggling)

apparently he is.

(giggling)

Oh, that's really cool.

This is getting juicy.

I have an idea.

Oh, goody.

What is it?
I'm all ears.

I bet you are.

(chuckles)

(deep inhaling)

(blowing vapor smoke)

So, you know, we have these rules

that we abide by.

Nice.

You want to know what they are?

Not really.
(snicker)

Fine.

You don't need to know.

No, wait.

Tell me.

Please.

So, we have these
guidelines that we follow.

Right.

And. Well, depending on how close

we are to those guidelines.

Depends on how much
you can and will be sold for.

Nice.

For example.

How old are you?

I thought you already
knew this information.

Just humor me.

I'm 20.

What?

That’s a bit on the older side.

Really?
- Yeah.

Look we typically don't
take older than 20 but

you're borderline. Oh.

And how old are you?

I'm not being sold as a sex slave.

Besides,

nobody could afford this piece of ass.
- What else?

Oh. Also, preferably single.

Meaning no husbands.

Loser boyfriends don't really count though.

Oh.

You’re um... You're single.

Right?

Yep.

Yeah.

Yeah.
I thought so.

I didn’t-I didn't mean
any offense by that.

What else?

What else?

No kids, of course.

What?

I have a son.

(laughs) No, you don't.

Yes, I do.

All right.
What's his name?

Zeke.
- Ha!

You hesitated.

Well-

I. Yeah.

(snickers) You're kidding.

There's no fucking way.
- Yeah.

Yes I do.

I have a son, and his name is Zeke.

Here, let me show you my-fuck.

I can't show you on my phone.

Okay, first off, who the
fuck names are Zeke?

(snickering) That's a
that's a stupid fucking name.

Well, it's the truth.

How old is he?

Two. When's his birthday?

November. November?

What? 13.

You are full of shit.

No, I swear to fucking God.
Fuck it!

(laughing) No, it can't be true.

Well-It's the truth.

Look at my Facebook.

(types frantically)

It's private.

Fuck.

Look at my mom's Facebook.

Yeah, okay.

What's her name? Sally.

Sally what?

Sally Booker.

This Sally Booker?

Yeah, that's the one.

Yeah. (slams flip phone)

Yeah. It's also private.

I swear to God, I'm telling you the truth.

That means you can't sell me, right?

Right? right?

Wrong!

Wrong.
Because guess what, Jessica?

I don't fucking believe
you because you're fucking

lying to me.

It's. It's the truth.

You know what? You.

Even if you didn't have a son,

you know what-fuck it. (slams wall)

Let's say that you do. Have a son. Which-

Which I do.

Honest mistake.

You can just. You can just let me go.
- No!

I have. A son.

(yelling) I can't let you go.

Don't you understand
that it’s too late for you!

We are too deep into this.

Do you fucking get it?

It’s my son.

(whispering) It's too late.

I gotta, I gotta go.

(sobbing)

(knocks on the door)

(door creaking open)
Yeah.

Come on in.

(door slam)

You got real anger issues, you know that?

I didn't do this.

Believe it or not.

What do you expect me to do with it?

I don't know, work your magic.

Well, this is the standard card.

Comes with the phone.

Now, I don't think it
has any information on it.

Well, can't you fucking check?

Why are you so desperate
to get your hands on it?

I can't tell you.

You're not making me do
anything illegal, are you?

Since when do you care about doing anything

illegal?

Good point.

This is for the greater good.

Oh, God. What?

I knew it.

What? This has to do with
your ex-girlfriend, doesn't it?

Damn it! Ned.

She has a name. Jess.

Wow. When are you going to get over her?

It's. It's not like that.

Yeah, you said that last time

you had me snoop through her phone.

Made me look like the creep.

We still found nothing. Remember?

Yeah, well, we found something,

but, yeah, it wasn't really anything.

But that was then.

This is.

This is now.

You guys aren't currently dating now,

which makes this look more creepy

and illegal, I might add.

Look.

She may be in trouble.

She may be in trouble.

What kind of trouble?

I wasn't supposed to say anything.

Fuck. Ned.

She's not with that.

The Mexican mafia, is she? The cartel?

No, no.

I mean, I don't think so.

Look, I'm just a guy.

I don't have any money.

I'm not asking you for any money.

Just your mad skills.

Don't try and butter me up right now.

I'm not trying to butter you up right now.

Is she okay?
- Yeah.

Well, no, I mean, I don't I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

She was fucking kidnapped, dude.

What? Fuck.

Why can't I keep my goddamn mouth shut?

Yeah, she was kidnapped at a photo shoot.

What the fuck?

I know, dude.

Why didn't you fucking tell me?

I'm not supposed to fucking tell you.

Why don't you call the fucking cops?

We can't call the fucking cops.

Why the fuck not?

Because they said any sign of the police.

And they. Fucking kill her.

Jesus.

And... Oh what else?

And they want 250 grand,

or they're going to sell her on
the black market as a sex slave.

What in the living fuck? Wait.

How do you know all this?

Sally told me.

I know, dude.

That's why we got to work.

And by we, I mean you and me.

But mostly you right now.

Oh, no. Don't pin this on me.

I was fine playing Fortnite midnight,

minding my own business before you came in.

Asking for a fucking favor. Yes,

and I'm still asking you for a favor.

We haven't got much time.

How much time?

I don't know.

I just know it's not much.

One day, maybe two and a half days max.

Okay.

Okay, okay.

We can do this.

I can do this.

That's the fucking spirit.

I’m gonna need a shot first.

You and me both brother.

Well go get it!

Fuck you!

(beads clinking)

Hey! Hey.

So um, gosh.

You have about 12 hours left, and

still haven't heard from your agent

or anybody, so,

If we don't hear anything
by tomorrow midday.

That's.

That's it.

Have a good night.

Wait.

What?

Oh. What about.

There aren't any updates.

I would have told you.

But-Look, it's,

I wish there was more

that I could do to.

Help you, but it just
is the way that it is.

My hands are tied.

The people that I work for, I can't.

I can't just let you go.

Even if I really,

really want to.

I've, um.

Take it for what it's worth, but I.

It's been really great
getting to know you, and I,

I wish you best of luck.

You should get some sleep.

It's going to be a.

It's going to be a big day tomorrow.

Anyway.

Good night.

(beads clinking)

(rap instrumental music)

(technology sound effects)

Holy shit.

I think I got it.

You fucking found the guy?

No.

But I hacked network and
I traced the last number.

She text.

Burner phone.

No name, no name attached.

Fuck.

But fucker did leave his G.P.S. on.

I triangulated the coordinates, and he.

It's in Loma rica.

Loma rica?

Where the fuck's that? Mexico?

Shit.

It is the fucking cartel, after all.

I fucking knew it.

We're fucked.

No you fucking idiot!

It's up off of Auburn and Forest Hill.

Oh, shit.

She's not far at all.

Just about an hour and a half drive.

Oh, fuck.

Let's go get her.

Are you fucking insane?

Yeah.

At least he admits it.

What are we waiting for?

Let's go.

All right, give me a second.

All right.

I am locked, loaded

and ready to get your ex-girlfriend back.

Not-in that way.

I know what you meant.

Hold down the fort.

(door slams)

(moped revving)
Hop on bitch.

Let's do it to it.

Not like that.

Hold on to your dick, bitch!

(moped peeling out)
Hey, hey!

Slow down!

Asshole.

(dog barking)

Not cool man.

There's kids that live out here.

It's okay.

Still a good girl.

Yes you are. Who's a good girl?

(human dog bark)

(sink turning off)

So, an offer has been made.

What?
What?

Well, it's.
It's not nearly enough.

Well how much is the offer for?

It's uh, for the full amount.

Holy shit. (surprised laughter)

Yeah.
No, that's, That's what I thought.

I'm gonna be free. I
look-Jessica.

I wouldn't get your hopes up.

Oh. Oh.

Why not?

Well, your agent man.

Said that he could wire transfer it, but,

you see, the thing is, wire transfer,

It's too risky.

I'm sorry.

How the hell else is he
supposed to bring you the money

in a duffel bag full of cash?

Yeah, that would be ideal.

Dan-this is what we've been waiting for.

What you been waiting for.

What the hell is your problem?

You're getting your money.

Look. (snickers)

I just don't think it's
going to work, that's all.

What do you mean it's not going to work?

(snicker)

Wire transferring.

Especially that amount of money

that would cause what we call

in the industry a red flag.

How the hell else is he supposed

to send you the money, then?

Bitcoin.

Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding.

No, I'm not fucking kidding you.

Do you really think that
Dark Plague is going to accept

a $250,000 wire transfer
from fucking Chase Bank?

That was not a part of the deal.

That wasn't in the email? Yes.

Yes it was.

My boomer agent, Al, can barely
send a fucking text message.

And you expect him to learn how to buy

and send and trade on
blockchain all of the sudden?

Well, look. Jessica, I guess we're
just going to have to go to auction.

Then, aren't we? No. Dan.

Please.

I will do anything not
to go to the auction.

Look, Jess, I'm.

I'm sorry, but.

That's all I can do.

What if there's something
else I could offer you?

(eerily romantic music)

I'm not following.

I see the way you look at me.

(romantic music)

Just because I'm

attracted to you doesn't mean that I

(music intensifies)

don't you wanna fuck me?

(eerie romance music)

That would be nice.

Yeah, but I, I just can't.

I. I've got a job to do, and,

If I did that would be in direct violation.

Fuck the violation.

(music intensifies)

(loud stab)

(intense horns)

Fuck!

(music crescendos)

You wish!

(intense escape string music)

(car driving up)

(car stopping)

(car door slam)

(nature sounds)

Lucy I'm home!

(sighs) Fucking what the fuck!

Dan? Danny boy!

(door shuts)
You've got some ‘splainin’ to do!

(heavy breathing)

(eerie music)

(beads clinking)

Holy Shit.

(string music playing)

(heavy breathing)

That bitch!

Fuck.

(intense music)

Fuck!

Keep applying pressure.

(hunting music)

(gun cocking)

(gunshots)

(intense music)

Help! Help me!

(gunshots)

You can run, but you can't hide.

Well, I guess she could hide too.

I'm coming for you, brother.

(intense music)

Fuck. Fuck!

Dark Plague.

Fuck.

(music intensifies)

You're not here to celebrate solstice?

(nighttime forest nature noises)

(car door shuts)

Do you have any idea
how fast you were goin’?

Yes, officer.

How fast were you going?

43.

Tar-tee-tar! That's exactly right.

Okay, great.

I was eight miles per hour
over the super high speed limit.

And I'm sorry.

Can you write me a ticket

and send me on my way, please?

What's the rush?

Hot date?

God, no.

Look, officer.

I'm sorry.

I deserve a ticket.

I will go the speed limit
every time from now on.

Can you please write me a ticket?

I'll sign it and we'll both be on our way.

Okay?

Something seems a wee bit off.

Have you been drinkin’?

It's nine in the morning, officer.

That doesn't answer my question, does it?

No, no, I have not.

I don't even drink.

I don't even like to drink.

Neither does he.

And neither do I.

Don't like the smell or the taste or

the way I feel afterwards.

Follow my finger.

Mary, Mother of God, follow with your eyes,

not your head.

Are you from Ireland?

Compton.

Same here.

(heavy intense breathing)

Come on, come on, come on.

All right. I need your
help man. I need your help.

You got to get your head.
Get your legs up, c’mon.

All right. Ready?

Give me your legs.

Fuck.

Fuck.

(gasping and spitting up blood)

okay.

All right.

Okay, set you down.

Hold on.

Okay.

All right, come on.

Get in there.

Okay.

Watch your feet.

(door slams)

I knew he’d fuck this up without me.

God, damnit.

(car door opens)

(car door shuts)

(car engine starts)

Sit tight, little bro.

We're going to get you taken care of.

Don't you worry.

(car rev)

but Jessica-

little dude.

Fuck Jessica.

She's out of the woods now.

Technically, she's in the woods right now,

(car revs and accelerates)
but she is literally.

Out of the woods.

Thanks to you.

Fucking.

Faggot!

I’m not a fucking faggot!!!

(heavy breathing)

(peaceful nature noises)

(heavy breathing)

(moped revs)
Turn here.

Turn here!

(moped crashes)

You alright man?

Fuck! Ned!

(moped barely running)

(heavy breathing)

(surprised laughter)

(angelic sound)

(night time nature sounds)

Dude -fingerprints.

Use the gloves.

Sheez louise.

All right. Well, don't step in the blood.

Don’t worry I won’t.

(night time sounds)

There's a trail of blood up these stairs.

I hope it's not Jessica's.

(beads clinking)

Oh.

This is Jessica's.

You're disgusting.

What? I dated her for almost a year.

I know what she smells like.

Although it does smell kind of rank.

Is it okay to call the cops now?

(slow country music)

(bottles clanking, bar patrons talking)

(slow country music)

(door creaks open)

(heavy breathing)

Oh. Oh.

(heavy breathing)

(bottles clinking)

Hot damn.

Jiminy Christmas girl,

you look like you had one hell of a night.

It’s been one hell of a week.

(liquor pouring)

This will help.

May I use your phone?

Sure, hon.

What's the number? I'll dial it for ya.

Wait a sec.

You're 21, right?

No.

Woo!

But I will be next week.

Oh, well.
Fuck it, I think I'll join you.

(pours liquor)

Cheers.

(glasses clinking)

(rap music playing)

20 year old social media influencer

Jessica Booker has returned
home in Sacramento last night

after being allegedly kidnapped
by an amateur photographer.

She looked like she
just dun fell from the sky.

A perfect angel with that J dub jersey on.

I mean, she walked right
in here to Stockman's club.

Booker claims to have
been taken against her will

for seven days straight,
although something isn't adding up.

Something about her story.

Londoners say it's a wee bit dodgy.

(Speaking Hindi)

Oh, my goodness me.

There is more on the
story on Jessica Booker.

She's in more hot water.

Security camera footage has surfaced
with her and her so-called kidnapper.

We now have security camera footage

that has surfaced with
her so-called kidnapper.

You can see Booker here.

Shoe shopping in downtown
Yuba City, smiling, laughing.

She has been seen shoe

shopping in downtown Yuba City.

Oh, look at this. Content.

She got a piggyback ride
from her alleged captor.

Would a kidnapper give a piggyback ride?

Me no think so!

Was Jessica legitimately kidnapped,

or was this all a publicity stunt?

We have Jessica live
now at her mother's home.

Let's see what she has to say.

Look, what happened
to me was really terrible.

I'm just happy to be back
with my mom and my son.

I'm just. I'm glad to be okay.

Yeah, but the security
camera caught you on tape,

shoe shopping and smiling
with your alleged captor.

I mean, what do you say to the
people that say you did this all for money

and fame?

Um...

People can believe
what they want to believe.

You know, at the end of
the day, I was kidnapped,

and my captor is still out there.

I just really hope that he's found and.

And that justice is served.

Thank you.

(reporters asking questions simultaneously)

I'm not quite sure what to make of that.

I want to believe her,
but what do you think?

(rap music)

And I mean, oh,

she made me beg for buttermilk!