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Hey, what can I get started for you?

Oh, I don't-- I don’t know.

I've never been here.

Well, we have our summer specials

if you're looking for a suggestion.

Do you have anything that doesn't have flavored syrups?

The chemicals...

they’re bad for your brain.

Uh, the only thing I can think of is our house coffee?

Straight black?

I'll have one of those, please.

Uh, small.

Alright.

Can I have a name?

Oh, you can put it under Arty.

Arty. Great name.

It's like one of those you don't, like, here anymore.

Like Eugene or Dorothy.

It's a nickname from when I was a kid.

It's short for Arthur.

What's yours?

Sorry?

Name!

[clears throat]

What is your name?

Phoebe.

That’s a pretty name.

Thanks. I don't really like it.

Why not?

I don't know.

Hard to spell. Hard to say.

Most people just end up pronouncing it Pho-by.

Oh. Um, how much for the coffee?

Don't worry about it.

First-timers are on the house.

[boot up chime]

[Woman sobs]

Please! Please!

Please! Help me!

Please! Help me, please! Please!

Please help me!

[Violent sobbing]

Please help me!

[Bid chime]

[Breathing heavily]

Oh, no! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!

Please, please, please, please. I’ll do anything, please.

Please! Please!

No, no, no, no. Please! Please! Please!

[Woman screams]

[Cafe door opens]

Someone has a hot date waiting.

Yeah, it seems like it.

Coffee’s on you.

Oh, why not?

Looks like it’s gonna be a slow night shift tonight.

[police radio]

[van engine starts]

What fuck are you doing?

Hey, dipshit!

Can you move your van?

Hello?

Anyone out here?

Hello? No.

What the fuck?

No! No! No! No! No!

Help me!

-It’s okay! Its okay! -No! No! No! No! No!

It’s okay! Its okay! It’s okay!

[Phoebe yelling]

Help me, please!

Help!

Help!

Help me!

Help!

[Phoebe yells]

[vintage radio music plays]

[door chime]

Hey, how can I help you?

Well, hello beautiful.

Behave yourself, Clyde.

I was just looking.

I promise I won't touch.

Unless that’s what she wants.

What can I get for you?

Can of wintergreen.

$5.38.

Them prices just keep going up and up, huh?

Now, if I didn't know any better, I’d say

y’all are price gouging around here.

Keep the change on that, love.

Buy yourself something nice.

Maybe you can just let me take you out sometime.

Sorry.

Not interested.

[puts change on countertop]

Now, don't be like that.

Pretty thing like yourself.

I can show you the time of your life.

Clyde.

You mind?

Sorry, Dan.

I was just leaving.

See you around, baby doll.

I said keep the change.

[door chime]

Boy’s got a habit of pissing people off.

You okay?

Fine.

I just didn’t like him talking to me like that.

Yeah, Clyde's gotta bit of a reputation

around town for his...

charm.

Don't let him get to you.

He once tried to sweet talking Zora's momma

when she was visiting from out of town.

Until I told him I would kick his little redneck ass if

he ever tried that again.

[Mari laughs]

I haven't seen you smile like that all day.

You sure you're alright?

Guess my head’s just not in it today.

I'll be honest with you, dear.

Your head's not in it most days.

[Zora chuckles]

Look, I get it.

We’ve all got a lot of shit on our plates,

and I certainly don't want to add any more to that.

Neither does Zora.

I think what Dan is trying to say,

since you've been with us,

you haven't taken a single day off.

Go out and see the world.

That kind of stuff.

We appreciate the help.

But...

We think you should take a few days off.

[Dan stutters]

Not as like a...

punishment.

No, nothing like that. More of like, um...

Vacation.

-Exactly. Like a vacation. -Yeah.

Um...

Yeah, uh...

Payday isn't for another week, so, um...

You know what? Here.

Just-- just take this and uh, you know, um...

do something other than working.

Thanks, Dan.

Thanks, Zora.

Well, don't worry about us.

We'll hold the fort down.

Been doing it for years.

[door bell chime]

That girl needs some friends.

That girl needs a man.

[Zora] Mm.

Fucking two-bedroom.

Again.

[News Anchor] Well,

I don’t love that forecast, but at least there's no snow in it.

Thanks, Kevin.

Our top story tonight,

police are asking for your help to track down a missing girl

that they believe may have been abducted

right outside of her workplace.

Authorities say seventeen-year-old

Phoebe Foster was last seen leaving Ugly Mug Bean and Brew

late last night, the cafe owner confirms.

Police say no suspects have been identified at this time,

but they are asking for help to identify an unmarked white

van seen speeding away from the area on nearby CCTV cameras.

Anyone with information is asked to contact the Johnston

County Sheriff’s Office.

748-5236.

[phone vibrating]

-Fuck. -Just leave it.

No, it’s work.

Hello?

Hi, is this Damien?

Who’s this?

Hey, Damien, um...

It’s Esther.

The one that died three years ago?

Yeah. Go fuck yourself.

No, uh, no, no, no. Uh, Damien.

I'm-- I’m sorry, um...

I know it's been a while,

and I really should have reached out and called,

but, um, I could really use somebody to talk to right now.

How would I even know that this is you?

Your mom...

Uh, Jill, died when you were fourteen, and you wear a

blue eye bracelet on your left wrist.

I swear, if this is some kind of joke--

--Damien, I told you it's really me.

Look, there is something big going on.

Bigger than all of us know.

And I really, really need your help.

Damien, please.

I got to go.

Go where?

Go where?

I'm sorry.

What are you doing?

Hey, you still owe me money, motherfucker!

And you left your wallet.

Bitch ass.

[Radio Host] And I'll tell you what, I got a guy on the inside

telling me that these liberals are mutant lizard people.

And while all this is going on, you've got the counties elected

officials, mental powerhouses they are,

actively working to defund our police.

And they're going to be coming after your children, too.

Suddenly, it's going to be your child

that goes missing next. But you know what, hey,

what do I know?

I'm just a radio host.

I made you tea, ma.

Steeped five minutes just the way you like it.

Is that you, Otto?

I'm not Otto, ma.

I'm your son.

Don't you remember?

[Marjorie scoffs]

You always had such

a way with-- with humor.

Just drink your tea, ma.

Am I still your sprightly gal?

You remember when we went round

Mount West back in 1966?

[Arthur gags]

You're...

you’re still my sprightly gal.

Who are you?

I'm... I’m Otto?

Your husband?

No, you're not.

Otto died.

Just...

Just drink your tea, ma.

Just drink your tea.

[upstairs floor creaking]

[basement door opens]

[basement door slams shut]

[footsteps descending downstairs]

Oh, you're awake.

You put up quite a fight.

When I was bringing you down here.

You were drifting in and out of consciousness.

[pocket knife opens]

[Phoebe whimpers]

[Phoebe breathes heavily]

It’s okay.

Yeah.

[Phoebe sobs]

It’s okay.

Let it all out. Yeah.

Just get it all out.

[Phoebe violently sobs]

I have to warn you, though.

if you keep crying like that, sooner or later,

you're going to run out of air.

Would you like me to remove the tape so you can speak?

Yeah?

Then you have to promise...

you're not going to make a ruckus.

Hm?

No screaming.

Okay.

Easy--

--Help!

[muffled screams]

Shh!

[Phoebe whimpers]

Okay.

It’s okay.

That was my fault.

That was-- that was my fault.

Shh!

That was my fault.

I should have known.

We don't know each other well enough for you to trust me yet.

But, don’t you worry.

We have a long way to go together.

Yep.

You and I...

we are just getting started.

[jazz music plays]

Hey.

Hey, Damien.

I can't believe you're alive.

Been while.

Three years.

Gonna sit down?

Yeah...

right.

I'm sorry.

I'm not trying to stare. I...

I just can't believe I'm...

sitting here talking to you, Esther--

--Yeah. No.

Yeah, um...

I share the same sentiment, but you really--

you need to keep your voice down

-I go by Mari now. -Excuse me?

Can I start you off with something to drink?

Yeah, I'll take a black coffee.

Nothing to eat. Thank you.

Black coffee.

You got it.

I'm sorry.

What do you mean you changed your name to Mari?

I had to.

I had to after I ran away, okay?

I had to be untraceable.

No phone, you know, no social media,

no-- --Ran away.

[Damien chuckles]

Everybody back home thinks you're dead,

Esther.

Do you understand that or?

Yeah.

it's a really long story, Damien--

--Mkay.

Okay.

Well, yeah, I'm not going anywhere

until you tell me where you've been...

for the past three years.

Because there were...

citywide searches...

looking for you...

and everybody gave up.

Everybody thought you were dead.

But I didn't.

Yeah, so, I think it's fair to say you at least

owe me an explanation as to what happened to you?

It's called Sugarcane.

Sugarcane.

It's this sadistic fucking website

where people are tortured live on camera for viewers

all over the world.

That is some next level kink shit.

For streamers, it's all about money.

Viewers make torture requests by donating to the stream.

Anything goes as long as it's non-lethal.

How do you know this?

They had a thing for cutting.

-Jesus. -Yeah.

Something about my screams made them donate more.

So who knows how far they would have gone if I hadn’t escaped.

Okay, well,

it doesn't look like a website under

the name Sugarcane is indexed, so...

my guess is it's either taken down

or it’s on the dark web.

Okay, well, that sounds sketchy.

Are you sure it's safe to be using the Internet

to search up that kind of stuff here?

It's a mobile hotspot.

It's secured, Esther.

Sorry.

Mari.

You know, the worst part is when the bidding starts?

Bidding? For what?

After three days, the highest bidder gets to pick

how a person is killed like it's a fucking prize.

And you said you escaped? How?

When I was left alone,

I would just pick at the rope fibers.

After a few days, I was able to snap the ropes

and climb through a small window in the basement.

Why didn’t you just go to the police?

And do what?

Ask for a police escort 24/7?

I mean, don't you get it?

The police can't stop people like this.

He knew my mom's name. He knew where I lived.

I mean, there's nowhere these people can't get to.

Alright, what you need from me?

You are very...

popular.

Over 3,200 people are watching you right now,

all over the world.

[Arthur chuckles]

Say hi. Hi!

[Donation chime]

Oh, we have a request.

Knife play?

[Phoebe struggles]

Who am I to say no?

Hold still.

Hold still.

[knife slicing]

It’s okay.

[Phoebe screams]

[Arthur giggles]

It’s okay.

[Phoebe screams in agony]

[knife slicing]

[Phoebe cries]

[Arthur yells]

[knife stabs]

[Phoebe screeches]

Oh.

[Arthur whimpers]

[Arthur shuts laptop]

Oh, I am so proud of you.

[Phoebe sniffles]

You were just extraordinary.

Thought you’d be more excited.

You must be hungry.

And thirsty. Stupid.

[Arthur incoherently mumbles]

Would you like some-- some food, hm?

Water?

Yes?

Yes, of course she does.

I'll be back in a jiffy.

Okay.

[Phoebe yells]

Who’s there?

Easy killer.

It’s just me.

Good morning.

Sorry, um...

Force of habit.

I got us some food.

I was going to get us Starbucks, but um...

closest one is like two hours away, so.

Picked a hell of a place to hide out.

Are you okay?

I'm just thinking about Phoebe Foster.

It's probably best not to let that consume you.

I know, I just...

How are we going to find her

if we don’t even know where to start looking?

-Network identification. -What?

While you were sleeping last night...

I developed the answer to our problems.

At first, I thought I could break into the site’s

source code and deploy a Trojan.

The problem is everyone on this Sugarcane app

is using some sort of proxy server,

and that code’s going to be locked tighter than Gitmo.

So, I thought of something else.

It's essentially a program disguised as a website.

It's meant to decrypt a visitor’s IP address,

show their streaming location

even if they are in a dark web server.

Right...

English, please.

Basically, when our friend here goes live again

I’m gonna send him a URL attached with a donation.

If all goes according to plan, he’ll click the link,

and when he does, I can see where he’s streaming from.

That's how we’re going to find Phoebe.

Damien, that’s genius.

I know.

Oh, okay, amazing.

Uh, what after that?

Well, I have to let the program run for a few hours.

And I’ve also had, like, six cups of coffee so.

Ew! Hey, flush often please?

I’m taking a piss.

Supper time.

Hope you like PB and J.

My ma...

[Arthur clears throat]

this was my favorite when I was a kid.

Okay, here-- oh.

There we go.

Now...

Here comes the train into the tunnel.

Open up the tunnel.

Open your mouth, please.

Open. Open

Open your fucking mouth or I swear to god

I’ll leave you down here to starve.

There you go.

Okay.

Chew chew chew.

Yeah.

Would you like some water?

Yeah.

Sorry, I don't have any straws.

They’re bad for the--

--environment.

Okay. Okay. Easy, easy now.

Easy, slow.

There we go. Yeah.

Swallow.

Good girl.

Okay.

Another bite?

You’ve only had one bite.

Why are you doing this to me?

Well, I don't think we know each other

well enough for me to answer that.

I'll be back.

Eventually.

[footsteps ascending upstairs]

[basement door slams shut]

Hey...

I love you...

But, you got to calm down.

Look at me.

This is going to work.

I promise you.

Okay, somebody just went live.

You ready to do this?

Sending now.

What is that?

What are you sending him?

Uh, Bitcoin.

You own Bitcoin.

Since when?

Um...

Bought some a few years ago.

Totally forgot about until last night, but, uh...

I’m only sending him like $100 worth.

It's virtually nothing.

[donation chime]

Um, okay, number just went up to one.

That means somebody opened the link.

Pulling their IP address...

now.

Wait.

Damien something-- more people are pressing the link.

How is that possible?

I didn't realize the donations were public.

-Okay. -What the fuck?

Okay, well the number just went to 456.

Does it normally take this long?

No, not when you're only pulling one IP address.

It’s not designed to handle this kind of traffic.

-Yo! -Damien, what's happening?

What the fuck, man?

They know we broke the rules.

[comment removed chime]

Hey, what the fuck, man?

Piece of shit! I just charged you an hour ago!

Damien.

Fuck.

Your attempt to gather...

personal information from our patron has failed.

As a result this computer is now

in the possession of Sugarcane.

Esther Ferris. Damien Wolfe. 405 Virginia Avenue.

Oh my god.

I knew it.

Oh my god.

I knew it. I knew this was stupid--

--Mari.

No, I knew calling you was a huge mistake.

Mari, listen to me.

They know.

Damien, they know our fucking names.

They know where I fucking live. They know where I fucking live!

This is where I fucking live.

No, what do you mean?

Don’t touch me!

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

We can’t lose ourselves.

We need to figure a way out of this.

-Look at me. -No.

-Look at me. -I shouldn’t have called you.

Don’t say that.

I shouldn't have called you, we would’ve both been safe.

You know, these people are killers

and now they know exactly where we are.

What are you doing?

I'm leaving, Damien.

I refuse to be a sitting fucking duck

just waiting to be slaughtered.

Can we hang on one second, please?

Fine, alright, we don't have to stay here.

We can-- we can go home.

We can go home to your family.

Oh, yeah, let's go to my last known residence.

Great idea.

Let’s do that. Good one.

Do you have a better idea?

We're going to find her.

Excuse me?

You heard me.

You and me, we're going to find Phoebe.

I'm sorry, have you lost your mind?

We're dead either way.

So at least this way

we have a chance of finding her and staying alive.

Let me explain something to you, okay?

Even if we leave right now, how are we supposed to get her?

No, because that program, that laptop,

that was our only way and now that's cooked.

Okay, we'll talk about it in the car,

but we got to go right now.

Fuck.

Wait.

I made you grilled cheese, ma.

Thank you.

Here.

You have some.

What’s all that noise in the basement?

It's nothing, ma.

I’m just working.

You've never made that much noise before.

It's fine, ma, I'm working on a project.

Don't-- don't worry about it.

You look so tired.

-You're working too hard. -I'm fine, ma.

Really.

Oh, Otto, I just worry about you so much.

My name is...

I’m okay, ma.

You just eat your sandwich, okay?

Eat your sandwich.

What’d you get?

I got...

some waters...

snacks...

and a phone charger, I left mine...

in the hotel.

Um...

Hm?

I don't want to be that guy...

but I think we need to face facts here.

Don't say it.

I'm just trying to be realistic.

We have nothing to go on.

Alright, we can't keep...

chasing these shadows.

The news that she was last seen outside of a cafe

she worked at.

What if he scouted her out?

I mean, if he went inside,

his face would have to be on camera, right?

No, I mean...

police have probably scoured that footage for hours.

Okay, but the police don't know who they're looking for.

We do.

What if we could hack into the security system

and take a look for ourselves?

I mean, maybe we could just try to see something they didn't.

It's possible.

If I could hack into the Wi-Fi,

I technically could access the CCTV footage.

Perfect.

That's definitely perfect.

No I-- I don't have a laptop.

It's cooked, remember?

Yeah, um...

I think I know where I could get you one.

[Mari starts engine]

I admire your persistence.

But you're going to have to stop trying to wiggle out of this.

Alright.

Looks like we have a donation.

It’s been removed.

That's okay.

This one can be on the house.

What are you going to do with that?

Oh...

You’re too smart to ask such silly questions.

Now, hold still.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Hey, hey, hey.

It's best if you don't tense up.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no!

[Phoebe screams in agony]

[Arthur grunts]

Okay, okay, okay. Almost there.

Almost there.

[Arthur moans]

Where are we?

You said you needed a laptop, right?

And this place sells laptops?

Not exactly.

But I know the owners, they have a spare under the

counter we can use, so.

So, stealing.

Great.

Yeah, it’s not enough Sugarcane’s gonna be after us,

the cops are gonna be after us.

No, it’s not stealing. Its borrowing, okay? Come on.

This is where you work.

Yeah, it’s the only place thatd pay me under the table.

Dan and Zora are really good people.

Just normally not closed this early.

And now we're stealing from them.

They're gonna understand.

Been like parents to me since I left.

Besides, I have every intention on returning this, okay?

-I found it. -Wow.

This thing is ancient.

Probably hasn’t been updated in like twenty years.

I don’t know. Dan hasn’t used it in ages.

I mean, it's a fossil, but I think it should work.

You think?

I think.

Alright, let’s try to get out of here

before someone sees us.

Hey.

[Mari groans]

I know.

Come on.

Over there's good.

Alright, I’m gonna get a coffee.

-I hope a black coffee works. -Thanks.

Did you get the Wi-Fi password?

Yeah.

Okay, so first things first.

Let’s see how many cameras we got to work with.

So far, I’ve only counted one. It’s right there.

Okay.

Think we'll be able to see it live?

Yeah, let me work some magic.

Alright, say hi.

You're amazing.

Um, can you rewind it to the day Phoebe was abducted?

Indeed.

You see anything?

No, nobody.

There's nobody that looks like him.

Can you go any further?

There.

That could be him, right?

Same hair color.

I don’t know, I can't see his face.

Huh, that's weird.

No, he left right as those cops walked in.

Yeah.

Okay, rewind it just before he walks in.

-Bingo. -That has to be him, Damien.

Okay, look here. He's talking to Phoebe.

He's got a laptop, a bag, headphones--

you could buy those things anywhere, though.

What about the van?

What about it?

How many people do you know that drive a white van?

Not a lot.

It’s not the sweetest ride in the world.

Alright.

So, maybe he uses one for work.

Like construction?

Hm, he didn't really seem very blue collar to me.

Hi, can I help you?

Hi, we were looking to speak to somebody in charge.

Oh, well, unfortunately, Pastor

Mark isn't in at the moment, but I'm the administrator here.

Maybe I can help you? Anne Murphy.

I am so sorry for all the clutter.

I just have not had time to organize yet.

It’s no trouble. We were actually wondering

if the church had any white vans that were currently in use.

Yes, um, three.

You know, they've had them for years, though.

Long before I started working here, I think they were donated.

Um, why do you ask?

You wouldn't happen to know

where the vans are, where they're currently in use,

would you?

Well, I know one is with Pastor Mark,

and I think the other one is with the youth director.

Both men of God, married with children.

What about the third one?

Hm...

Well, I reckon Marjorie probably still has that one.

-Marjorie? -Yeah, the old administrator.

It was such a sad thing.

She was forced to retire last year early.

-Why’d she have to retire? -Rapid onset dementia.

Oh shit.

Sorry! With the whole...

It's alright.

You know, it was such a shame.

She did not deserve that.

She has been a church member

for twenty-five years and never missed a service.

Last I heard, her son's living with her now.

I was so happy to hear that too,

because she needs someone to look after her.

I'm sorry. Did you say son?

Yes, um, Arthur.

I think that was his name.

You know, I only met him the one time

when he came to pick up Marjorie's things.

He didn't talk much, a little socially awkward.

You wouldn't happen to have a phone number

we could reach him at, right?

Um, well, probably not Arthur since he wasn't a church member.

But, you know, I think we have a record of Marjorie's address.

Somebody’s here. In the window. Get down.

Fuck, I can’t tell. Is that him?

No. Unless our guy’s an eighty-year-old woman,

I don't think so.

♪ We only have one day left together, my darling. ♪

♪ We only have one day left together, my dear. ♪

I don’t know what Im going to do with myself when you're gone.

Please just kill me already.

What-- what did you say?

Why don't you just kill me?

Well, it isn’t time yet.

I'd rather it be over.

I'd rather you just do it now.

That's not how it works.

Besides, I've rather enjoyed our time together.

Haven't you?

[Phoebe spits]

Fuck you, creep.

You fucking call me a creep again,

I will fucking kill you right now!

Call me a fucking creep again!

[basement door opens]

[Marjorie] Otto, is that you down there making that ruckus?

You say a fucking word, I will skin you.

Say a fucking word.

It's just me, ma!

I’ll be up in a second!

I will be right back.

You can think about what you called me.

[basement door opens]

Ma?

Ma?

[Marjorie mumbles incoherently]

-Ma, what are you doing?

-Hey. -They're-- they’re watching me.

Why-- why are they watching me?

Nobody’s watching you, ma. It’s nothing.

It's just the neighbors. Come--

Hey, it's just the neighbors.

Yeah?

Oh, Otto.

You’re so handsome.

I know.

Let's get you to bed, hm?

Yeah?

-Is it bedtime already? -Oh, yes, yes.

Um, you have a very early day, busy day tomorrow.

Yeah.

Oh, dear. That's right.

Pastor Mark is having a meeting at 8:30,

and he wanted bagels and coffee.

Yeah.

Bagels and coffee, that's right, ma.

-Yeah. -Okay.

Okay.

Hey, hey, okay, watch your step.

Okay.

Alright.

Alright, just let me get this.

Alright.

Do you want your heating pad?

No, I don’t think so.

Okay.

Okay.

Won’t you come and lie with me?

Oh, I have--

I have a lot of work I have to do.

You and your work.

I wish you had more time for me.

I do, too, ma.

I do, too.

Okay.

Okay.

Alright, we’re all tucked in now.

Okay.

-Darling? -Yes?

Be sure and tell Arty I said goodnight.

I will.

I will.

[Arthur cries]

[Arthur screams]

That’s him.

That’s our guy.

Damn it. We must’ve spooked him.

Think that was Marjorie in the window?

I don’t know, but Im not waiting to find out, though.

Damien stop! Phoebe’s still in there.

Alright, look, we can come back, but right now

he knows he’s being watched.

[car reverses quickly]

[Arthur descends stairs quickly]

Okay, it’s fine. Everythings fine. Everything’s okay.

Who was that?

[Arthur mumbles incoherently]

It’s nobody. Its nobody.

Everything’s fine.

Who were you just talking to? Who’s upstairs?

I said it’s nobody.

Who’s Otto? Is that your name?

My name is not fucking Otto!

My name is Arthur! Arthur! Arthur! Arthur!

I’m your fucking son, ma!

I’m sorry.

That was inappropriate.

Uh, uh, okay.

I’m sorry.

[Knock from front door]

[Front door creaks open]

Hello.

Um, sorry to intrude.

I think the, uh, the mail carrier mixed up our mail.

I live next door, so.

Hello.

Hello.

Um, really sorry to be in your house like this.

I just want to make sure, you know, you get your mail.

Hello?

[Thud from basement]

Hello?

Oh, my God!

-Are you okay? -No, no, no.

No, no, no, stay calm!

I'm going to get you out of here!

[Phoebe screams]

[Axe splits skull]

[thud of body hitting floor]

I told you to be quiet.

Look what you made me do.

-No, no, no. -No, no, no!

-If you could just listen. -No, no, no.

[Phoebe muffled by tape]

Why couldn’t you just listen and be quiet?

Just a heads up, men's bathroom is out of order.

Thanks.

Find anything useful?

Yeah, maybe something.

So, the satellite image shows

that there's a door leading to the basement.

If she's down there, that's

probably the best bet to get her.

You alright?

We were right there, Damian.

He saw us.

What if we spooked him and he did something to her

because of us?

We don't know that.

We were right there.

What did you want to do?

You want to bust in there and get ourselves killed?

You can't always be the hero.

Well, it's better me than her, right?

What are we going to do now?

I’ve been trying to pull the stream, but there's no activity.

He’s not going to go live again today.

He's probably too busy on the lookout

or shitting his pants or something.

Or he knows he's compromised and he's moved her.

You know we're going back, right?

You see, that's...

that’s risky.

Because odds are, he's either moved her

or he's waiting for us to come back.

Okay.

Alright.

You want to go back?

Let me make myself clear.

We'll go back.

But, this isn't a suicide mission.

If we can't save her, we abort and we go to the police.

You understand me?

I hear you.

[Cartoon music from television]

Hey, hey, hey!

So, what’s the plan if he comes out here and catches us?

We book it.

I mean, haven’t you ever trespassed before?

What are you going to do? Kick the front door in?

I don't know, Damien. Do you have a better idea?

The satellite, it showed an outside basement door.

That's got to be an easier way in.

Hey, wait-- wait for me!

Right over here. This is it.

Hey, Damien.

Thanks for doing this with me.

No going back, right?

Damien, she was here.

She could be anywhere.

[Damien types quickly on the laptop]

He couldn’t have taken her far,

there’s nothing out there but woods.

What?

No, you’re right. There's nothing out here but woods.

That dirt, it's fresh.

Means she’s out there.

Which way do we go?

This way. Come on.

[TV static]

Damien, over there!

Phoebe.

Phoebe.

Phoebe. Phoebe, please wake up.

Please, Phoebe, please, please, please, please, please wake up!

Phoebe.

Phoebe. Please wake up.

Phoebe, please, please wake up.

Please, please, please.

She's breathing!

Damien-- Damien, she’s breathing!

Phoebe, hi.

Hi, hi, hi, please wake up. Come on.

Come on, we're going to get you up.

It’s okay, its okay, it’s okay. I know.

I know, I know. Come on, okay.

Damien?

Alright, real quick.

Alright, come on.

Come on.

[Phoebe winces in pain]

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

[Phoebe winces in pain]

[Gunshot blast]

Damien!

Come on, we got to get you up.

You’re gonna be okay. Youve just got to get up. You--

--Go!

I'm coming back for you.

You understand me?

Alright, come on.

[Phoebe winces in pain]

Alright, don’t look back. Keep going.

[Phoebe winces in pain]

It’s okay.

It’s okay. Were almost there.

It’s gonna be fine, okay.

Okay, okay.

[Phoebe winces in pain]

It’s going to be okay.

[Car engine stalls]

No. Fuck.

Every fucking time!

What are we going to do now?

The van.

We're gonna take the van.

Um...

I need to go inside and get the keys.

Okay, so you're going to stay here, you’re going to be fine.

No, no, no. Please don't leave me. Please.

Take this. Take this.

You’ll be fine. Lock the doors and-- and just stay down, okay?

You’re gonna be fine. Two minutes tops, okay?

You’re gonna be fine.

Okay.

Come on, come on, come on.

Fuck, where are you?

Okay.

Fuck!

What the fuck?

[Mari gasps]

Where's Otto?

What have you done to my sweet, dear Otto?

[Front door opens]

Ma?

I see you’ve met my mother.

No, don’t run!

We can...

Let’s get you to bed, ma.

It’s bedtime.

Bedtime for ma!

Okay.

Go bed, go bed.

[Basement door opens and closes]

Miss.

It's okay.

You don't have to hide.

[Mari cocks gun]

I'm sure we can...

handle this amicably.

Please just come out.

There's no reason to be afraid.

I know you’re down here you fucking cunt!

Hello?

-Drop it. -What's your name?

Drop it.

She's not here, you know.

Sit down!

Here?

You don't have to be here. She’s gone.

I know exactly where she is.

She’s safe.

-She’s such a brave girl. -Shut up.

-Obedient. -Shut up.

I really enjoyed my time with--

--Shut up!

I don’t think that killing me

is going to feel the way you think it's going to feel.

It’s going to feel so much better.

[Gun jams]

Uh oh.

[Mari yells]

No! No!

Stop!

Help! No!

Help!

[Mari chokes]

[Arthur shushes]

Listen to me, listen.

[Arthur shushes]

Be a good girl and give in.

[Mari cries]

[Phoebe yells]

[Axe enters Arthurs back]

[Arthur winces in pain]

Please-- please don’t go.

[Arthur pleads incoherently]

Phoebe! Phoebe!

Ma! Ma! Ma!

[Mari] Okay.

Okay.

You got it?

I need to go take of something.

Come on, we got to go.

We go to go.

We got to get up, Damien, please come on.

Get up, Damien, please wake up.

[Mari sobs]

[Van door open]

[Mari puts key into ignition]

Is your friend going to be okay?

[Mari cries]

I’m sorry.

Where are you taking me?

Home.

What about you?

I don’t know.

[Mari sobs]

[Mari starts van engine]

[Police sirens in the distance]

[Knock at door]

Oh, uh, what bedroom do you want?

I don’t care.

Here.

Thank you.

[Mari exhales deeply]

Oh, hey.

Where’d you want this?

Oh, shit.

That’d be it?

Uh, yeah.

You got I.D?

Oh, uh, yeah.

$12.28

-Need a bag? -No, I’m straight.

[Door chimes]

[Woman panics]

Shh! Just relax, alright?

This will all be over soon, I promise.

[Woman cries]

[Car engine starts]

[Clyde] Was she inside?

No.

You know, I don’t know if I can go through with it, Clyde.

I have a really bad feeling about this.

I mean, what if we get caught?

Now’s not the time to pussy out.

Now, pull yourself together and lock the fuck in.

You hear me?

Yeah, man, I hear you.

You and I are about to be rolling in so much fucking coin,

That we’ll never have to work again.

The world’s our oyster.

And all we gotta do is go live.

[Gear shift into reverse]