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(DOGS BARK)

(DISTURBING MUSIC)

(METALLIC CLANKING)

(LIGHT POPS)

(INDISTINCT VOICES)

(CARTEL SOLDIER SPEAKS SPANISH)

(PAOLO GRUNTS)

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(TOTEC SPEAKS SPANISH)

(TOTEC SPEAKS SPANISH)

(REPEATS PHRASE)

(TOTEC SPEAKS SPANISH)

(REPEATS PHRASE)

(TOTEC SPEAKS SPANISH)

(PAOLO REPEATS PHRASE)

(DOGS BARK VICIOUSLY)

(MEN SHOUT)

(PAOLO SCREAMS)

(TOTEC SPEAKS SPANISH)

(DISTURBING MUSIC)

- (CAPTIVES CRY OUT) - (DOG SNARLS)

- (MAN SPEAKS SPANISH) - (CARTEL SOLDIER YELLS)

(KICK THUDS)

- (CAPTIVES WHIMPER AND SCREAM) - (TOTEC SPEAKS SPANISH)

(TOTEC WHISPERS MANIACALLY IN SPANISH)

(CAPTIVES WHIMPER AND SCREAM)

(CAPTIVE SCREAMS)

(DOG SNARLS)

(TOTEC SPEAKS SPANISH)

(DISTURBING MUSIC)

(DISTURBING MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

- (STOVE IGNITION TICKS) - (FLAME WHOOSHES)

(BLADE RINGS)

(BUTTER SIZZLES)

(MEAT SIZZLES)

(FRIDGE DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

('DO RIGHT, FEAR NO MAN' BY THE LAST KNIFE FIGHTER)

* My gospel screams of justice

* My word stuck in the ground... *

(DOG BARKS)

* To plant my seeds of right

* In the evil ground I found

* So I stand fast and ready

* When the wolf knocks at the door

* With neither fear nor anger

* Law will be restored... *

JAKE: Come on, that's yours.

Good girl. Happy birthday, Mama.

(PHONE CHIMES AND BUZZES)

* Do-ooh, ooh-ooh

* Do-ooh, ooh-ooh

* Do right and fear no man

* Do-ooh, ooh-ooh

* Do-ooh, ooh-ooh... *

Not now, Argos.

* Do right and fear no man... *

Hey, bud, I can't. I got a date.

- You know? - (ARGOS GRUNTS)

Argos.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

You're not gonna give up, are you?

(WAVES CRASH NEARBY)

(ARGOS BARKS)

* Oh-oh, oh-oh

* Oh-oh, oh-oh... *

- (JAKE WHISTLES) - * Do right and fear no man

* Oh-oh, oh-oh

* Oh-oh, oh-oh

* Do right and fear no man

* Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh... *

- (WAVES CRASH) - (SONG CONTINUES OVER P.A.)

MIA: You're getting spoiled today, Socks.

No wonder she likes you better than me.

- (CHUCKLES) - JAKE: Is that good, babe?

- It's...it's great. - JAKE: Is it?

MIA: Mm-hm.

- JAKE: Oh! - (TOOL CLATTERS)

(JAKE SIGHS)

(JAKE MUTTERS)

MIA: You're doing great, Jake.

Bow, you're on camera.

MIA: I didn't want to tell you. I almost don't want to jinx it.

Uh-oh. What?

Well, now you have to tell me.

You slept last night.

You know I do that every night, right?

I mean, really, really slept.

JAKE: Well, that's good, then.

MIA: I'm glad you're not a cop. You're happier training K9s.

I'm not scared anymore.

JAKE: You're not scared?

You never told me you were scared. Of what?

MIA: For you.

MIA: Like you were wrestling with something.

Yeah, that's just how I relax.

MIA: Lately, it just seems that you're so still.

Like, whatever force or whatever you were fighting, it's like...

WAITRESS: A side of ribs. Come back soon.

Thank you. We will. It was delicious.

- Thank you. - JAKE: Thank you.

What were you saying? Go ahead.

It's like you won.

(PHONE CHIMES AND BUZZES)

- Oh! There's a fire. - (CHAIR SCRAPES)

- What? - At home. We gotta go.

- (VEHICLE PULLS UP) - (ALARM BEEPS)

(VEHICLE DOORS SLAM)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

- (JAKE BREATHES HEAVILY) - (DOGS BARK)

(ALARM BEEPS)

JAKE: Come on.

(ALARM BEEPS)

- (BEEPING STOPS) - (SIGHS)

(JAKE MUTTERS) Ow, you sonofa...

- (BAKING TIN CLATTERS) - Oh!

(JAKE COUGHS)

You didn't turn the oven off?

I never turned it on.

(SOCKS GROWLS)

What is it, girl?

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

JAKE: Socks... (SPEAKS GERMAN)

- (SOCKS BARKS) - (BLADE RINGS)

(SOCKS WHINES)

(MEN GRUNT, BLOWS THUD)

(MIA PANTS AND GASPS)

- (INTRUDER GRUNTS) - JAKE: Mia, call 911!

(MEN GRUNT)

(LINE RINGS)

(DOGS BARK)

- (LINE CONTINUES RINGING) - Oh!

(DOGS BARK, MEN GRUNT)

(LINE CONTINUES RINGING)

(DOOR THUDS, MECHANISM WHIRRS)

OPERATOR: International 911. What's the emergency?

Someone's attacking us. Please!

OPERATOR: OK, are you in danger?

Hello? Yes, we're being attacked. Please.

OPERATOR: What is your name, ma'am?

- Mia Rosser. - I'll see...

Someone's trying to kill my husband.

I'll see if I can get someone to help you.

Ma'am? Ma'am? What is...

(LOUD CRASH)

- (GLASS BREAKS) - (GRUNTS)

(MEN GRUNT, BLOWS THUD)

(MIA WHIMPERS)

(JAKE ROARS)

(THUD!)

(DOGS BARK AND WHINE)

(DOOR RATTLES)

(BLOWS THUD, MEN GRUNT)

(DOGS BARK)

(BLADE RINGS)

Arggh!

(DOGS BARK AND SNARL)

(DOGS SNARL VICIOUSLY)

(INTRUDER SCREAMS)

INTRUDER: Oh, God! Arggh!

(DOG SNARLS)

OFFICER BROWN: Jake!

Jake!

- (DOGS BARK AND SNARL) - (INTRUDER GROANS)

Argos... (SPEAKS GERMAN)

(INTRUDER GROANS)

(DOGS BARK AND SNARL)

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

JAKE: He's not going anywhere.

(SOCKS WHINES)

Socks! Get medical in here.

OFFICER BROWN: I need a medic.

JAKE: Hang on, girl. I'm not gonna move you.

Show me where it hurts. I'm gonna get help.

MIA: He's in there. Jake!

- COBB: Jake! - Cobb. Socks is down.

COBB: Brown already called it in. Medical is en route...

(DEBRIS CLATTERS)

(JAKE AND MIA GASP AND EXCLAIM)

MIA: Johnny.

- Mia, you OK? - I'm OK.

- Huh? Hey. - Yeah.

- (BABY JOHN CRIES) - JAKE: Johnny, hey.

- (MIA SOBS) - He looks OK.

Yeah.

- Mia, you stay here, OK? - You OK?

Argos... (SPEAKS GERMAN)

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(SOMBRE MUSIC BUILDS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(SIREN BLARES)

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

CHAPLAIN: My eyes are your eyes,

to watch and protect you and yours.

My ears are your ears,

to hear and detect evil minds in the dark.

My nose is your nose,

to scent the invader.

And so you may live.

My life is also yours.

(INTENSE MUSIC)

COMMANDER: Detail, a-ten-hut!

Port arms!

Ready. Aim. Fire.

(SHOTS BOOM AND ECHO)

Ready. Aim. Fire.

(SHOTS BOOM AND ECHO)

(SPEAKS GERMAN)

(ARGOS GRUNTS)

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

Argos.

- Go home. - (ARGOS GRUMBLES)

Hey.

(ARGOS WHIMPERS)

Alright, get up. Let's go. Up, up.

JAKE: I couldn't stand it.

To see you there.

Among the dead.

You got what I want.

(GULLS CRY)

And playing house by the ocean...

..ain't gonna fix it.

You're a good girl.

I'll see you soon, Socks.

I'll see you soon.

(LID POPS)

(ARGOS BARKS)

(POIGNANT MUSIC)

JAKE: You're my insurance company,

but you're not insuring me.

H-how does that work?

AGENT ON PHONE: Mr Rosser, in your agreement,

section 4, paragraph 9...

Hold on. Let... Let me finish, OK?

- OK. - I mean, 'cause...

..it just doesn't get simpler than this, OK?

AGENT: You're frustrated, and I understand that.

- I paid for business insurance. - That's not under dispute.

My business, which you insured, got destroyed.

AGENT: Yes, it did.

I mean, I don't know how else to say it.

AGENT: Mr Rosser, you listed the security cameras,

and in an incident of this...

- (ARGOS BARKS AND SNARLS) - JAKE: No, the footage is gone.

It's gone. There's no more footage, OK?

I talked to the security company, and they got hacked.

Alright? I can put you in touch with them if you...

- Sir, without the footage... - (PHONE BEEPS)

..your claim is likely to be rejected.

- Say that again. I missed that. - Sir, without the footage...

No, but there's a police report.

- (BARKS) - I-I got an idea.

Can we take the temperature down?

Let's see who can hang up first, OK?

He's OK.

Hey, I'm not worried. I heard you're good with dogs.

No, I was talking to him.

(CHUCKLES)

Jake, I'm Detective Thorne. Is this a bad time?

No, actually, 'cause it's been tough getting answers.

THORNE: Uh-huh.

You mind if I work him out while we talk?

Not if you don't.

Argos... (SPEAKS GERMAN)

(ARGOS WHINES)

You're OK, find it.

So what's he gonna be? Cadaver dog?

No, narcotics.

He's got a heck of a nose. Watch this.

(JAKE WHISTLES)

Thattaboy. Good boy.

I bet he could find a corpse in a landfill, huh?

(ARGOS GROWLS)

I was, uh, hoping you would shed some light on a few things.

Argos... (SPEAKS GERMAN)

THORNE: So what's that, German for 'kill'?

- 'Attack'. - (ARGOS WHINES)

(PANTS)

He's not attacking.

Yeah, well, he just saw his family ripped apart.

So he's, uh, a little edgy.

- (ARGOS GRUMBLES) - THORNE: Uh-huh.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

You're not from robbery homicide, are you?

Hey, you should be the detective.

(GUNFIRE BOOMS AND ECHOES)

(SHELL CLATTERS)

THORNE: Even if you smoke the bad guys, it's still murder.

(THORNE CHUCKLES)

You know what?

You're right.

Now is a bad time.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

JAKE: LAPD, man. Doing what they do best.

Investigating me. For what?

Because someone tried to hurt your mom and I hurt them back?

Was it legal?

No, it's not a question of legality.

It's a question of morality.

Ah, what do you care?

Even if I could explain to you what a grand jury is.

Even if I could describe to you

what happens to a cop who gets put away,

or what debt is.

Bankruptcy, marriage, blah, blah, blah, man.

It wouldn't matter.

(ARGOS GRUMBLES)

You know why?

Because you're free.

Actually, you probably understand better than I do.

I've seen how you get when you're in a cage.

If by some miracle...

..I can pay the mortgage

and the insurance does come through

and these freaks stop trying to kill me...

..there's a pretty good chance...

..I'll go to prison for the rest of my life.

(CAR ALARM CHIRPS)

JAKE: We need to talk, Detective.

Make an appointment, Mr Rosser.

No.

You can't be here.

Yet here I am, still in the system.

Why'd they put you on this?

You're a transfer. You don't know me.

I do know that you're trespassing,

and I could have you arrested.

You could, but you won't.

(TENSE MUSIC)

- What did you do? - Who was he?

- I asked first. - Now, technically I did.

And I'm not five years old.

Why are you scared?

- I heard about you. - Yeah?

We pissed off the same people. Maybe you can help.

His name was Adolfo Reyes.

OK, that narrows it down a little bit.

He's not cartel. He's not illegal.

He's a Mexican citizen who lived there.

So how'd he wind up in my house?

DETECTIVE SPITZER: There she is.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

Did you eat?

(EXHALES FORCEFULLY) Late for an autopsy.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES SOFTLY)

SPITZER: Let's get breakfast.

Am I grounded?

You're going through a lot. I know.

Won't help to starve yourself.

I'll drop off some tacos.

Thanks. I'll work up an appetite, I'm sure.

Your mom doing any better?

We're hoping.

SPITZER: Some of the guys chipped in.

Send her love. OK?

That's sweet, really. Thank you.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

DETECTIVE CUTLER: Reyes was a journalist,

not exactly a fan of the cartels.

What else?

Retired cop, former amateur boxer.

He and his family were reported missing

two days before he broke into your home.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES)

Where are you parked?

JAKE: What? No tacos?

Tomorrow. I'll text you the address.

Now, where did you park?

Tomorrow, park further away.

- (MAN COUGHS) - (INDISTINCT STREET CHATTER)

MAN: I'll shut you up.

(STREET CHATTER CONTINUES)

(HORN HONKS)

It's June, and you've been playin' with skunks all day.

Hey there, hey there. Oh, hey there.

(CHUCKLES)

Scrape. Scrape it off. Right off.

You know what? Totec's an asshole, and I'm prophesying.

Not a fake, man. I'm talking, that faggot's coming here.

You think you in charge here, asshole?

All this shit's pretend.

You like an animal all dressed up in drag

like a bitch-boy.

Try, try running away.

Whatever. Stop bullshitting.

Your bitch? She deserve 'em all.

Your head's fucked, butt-fucked.

You think she would ever, ever want you?

You gonna play Russian roulette.

Beekman going up in smoke and you going down.

Alright, man. Take care of yourself.

ORACLE: I'm an American.

(ARGOS PANTS RAPIDLY)

(DOOR LOCKS CLICK)

(JAKE SPEAKS GERMAN)

This place, we don't need it.

- Hey... - It's expensive.

Hey, I'm gonna take care of it.

Argos is gonna fetch a pretty penny.

(ARGOS WHINES)

When he's, you know, ready.

- Jake, I wanna help. - JAKE: No.

I can go back to nursing.

- No. - I am fine with it.

- No! - Part-time.

Just until the insurance comes through.

Well, it might not.

Look, you wanted to stay home.

I made you a promise. I'm gonna keep it.

Yeah, well, I made you a promise too.

For richer or poorer.

Yeah, well, this is the poorer part.

How am I sleeping lately?

- Like a baby. - Yeah.

Babies crap themselves.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

JAKE: I'm glad it's you.

I volunteered for this. I'm the only one I trust.

Good, 'cause I barely trust you.

COBB: I don't mean it that way, man.

Everyone in the department's solid.

Just got tired of Skid Row, you know?

Playing hopscotch with dirty needles.

Yeah. Well, Mia's a nurse now.

She can get you some dirty needles.

Scatter them on the lawn. Make me feel right at home.

JAKE: Alright, Cobb. I appreciate this.

COBB: I got you, brother.

(JAKE SPEAKS GERMAN)

MIA: No, you know, he stayed sober.

He kept that promise. I know, but...

JAKE: Argos.

MIA: There's this evil voice in my head

telling me that one day he'll just snap.

That I'll see him on the news.

But I know...I know that's not real. It's just my fear talking.

You know, he's trying so hard to be a good husband and a father,

and I'm trying to trust him.

But it's so exhausting.

(PHONE BUZZES)

MIA: Yeah, I know.

It makes me want to drink.

It's just, like...

Yeah.

It's just, it's like I'm watching that guy

who's always pushing a rock up a hill.

I'm blanking on the name now, but...

JAKE: Then she goes on to say

she knows I'm doing my best, and...

(INDICATOR TICKS)

..it's not my fault.

So she shouldn't feel resentful, but she does.

She has so much resentment that it overpowers all of that.

And she still does love me.

I'm not saying she doesn't love me.

But she thinks that if I knew that she knew

how wounded I really was,

you know, it might, you know, create this dynamic between us

where she thinks that I think she has to rescue me.

So she makes this assumption that I'm some wounded dog.

That I can't take care of my...

- No offence, bud. - (ARGOS GRUMBLES)

So she has to pretend all the time.

Which is really just a euphemism for lying.

You know that she made up that story about me sleeping better?

She feels like she has to protect my image of myself

as a protector, as a provider.

So she feels like she's doing for me

what I think I'm doing for her.

Just...it's crazy. It's nuts. It's...it's...

Well, it's marriage.

- (DISTANT SIRENS WAIL) - (HELICOPTER DRONES)

(MAN SPEAKS SPANISH)

(TRADITIONAL MUSIC PLAYS FAINTLY)

So it's a kidnapping, basically.

The ransom was me.

Deliver Jake Rosser, dead or alive,

and your family goes free.

Whatever you did to fuck with their business in L.A.,

they're not happy about it.

Why not just blow himself up the second he came in?

Forensics hasn't determined what kind of bomb was used.

They think it might have been remotely detonated,

maybe a timer.

Reyes might have thought they'd disarm it

if he got you and got away in time.

Yeah, well, cartels aren't exactly known

for keeping their promises.

Depends on the promise.

OWNER: Anywhere you want, my friend.

I'm still standing.

Consider yourself lucky.

(DOGS BARK ON VIDEO)

Whoever runs the Santa Muerta cartel is a demon.

I wouldn't recommend watching the rest.

That was released yesterday.

His family, the cartel put their bodies, what was left of them,

on display in the middle of town.

They found his brother's body nearby,

but not his head.

Likely it'll turn up elsewhere.

On a stake. In a gift box shipped to the mayor.

Who knows?

Santa Muerta. Saint Death.

Not exactly sanctioned by the Church.

No. This Reyes must have been quite a reporter.

CUTLER: He was a troublemaker.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

There's no running from this, Jake.

Reyes had a whistleblower.

At a major pharmaceutical company.

(METALLIC CLANKING)

He never named the company in his articles.

And he never named the whistleblower.

I'm sure he sang like a bird when they got his family.

CUTLER: He didn't need to.

The day the article ran,

Barry Taft, VP of sales at Davro Pharmaceuticals, died.

By 'suicide'. In quotation marks.

JAKE: In L.A.?

Downtown. Happened yesterday.

What was he blowing the whistle on?

Some connection between the painkillers produced by Davro,

the Chinese government, and the Santa Muerta cartel.

Some of his company's product produced in China

is being siphoned off

and sold directly as a street drug in the US.

They're here, Jake.

I'm ready.

I'm not.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

CUTLER: My mom.

I'm all she has. They said they'll kill her.

(LOCK CLUNKS)

(ARGOS BARKS AND GROWLS)

- (BEADED CURTAIN RUSTLES) - (UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(ARGOS GROWLS AND BARKS)

- You can shoot it. - Hey, that's not necessary.

Argos... (SPEAKS GERMAN)

I'm sorry, Jake.

OWNER: We do keep our promises, Jake.

And I'm about to make another one.

(SHOT GLASSES CLINK AND THUD)

Why don't you just tell me what you want,

I'll tell you to go fuck yourself,

and then you can shoot me.

I'm not going to shoot you.

You're going to shoot yourself.

Yeah?

I'm going to have to borrow a gun.

Your boy took mine.

I like the way you think.

(BOTTLE THUDS)

(GUN THUDS)

MIA: Jake, please! They're gonna kill us!

- OWNER: Sit! - (ARGOS GROWLS)

Do what I say or they die.

(ARGOS GROWLS)

(GUN CLICKS REPEATEDLY)

It's pointing the wrong way.

(ARGOS GROWLS)

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(BULLET CLINKS)

Lead.

Your Spanish is very good.

Gracias.

OWNER: Oh, we know.

We've been listening.

At home.

In your car.

With your therapist.

Suicidal touch, Jake?

PTSD?

Are we having a session now?

Of sorts.

One click, your son lives.

Two, your wife goes free.

Three clicks, you get to save your friend over here.

(ARGOS BARKS)

Or four?

- We even let the dog go. - (ARGOS GROWLS)

And if I get five?

(PUTS GUN DOWN)

Try again.

(COCKS GUN)

You're a gambler, Cutler.

- What are my odds? - CUTLER: Jake...

(GUN CLICKS)

- Congratulations. - (GUN CLICKS)

(CYLINDER RATCHETS)

One more, Cutler, and you're free.

Salud.

(GLASS THUDS)

Mm.

(CHUCKLES RUEFULLY)

It's been a while.

It's like nothing. It's like he's in a hurry.

- (GUN CLICKS) - Yeah!

I was going to say 50/50.

But you're stupid. And your math sucks.

Get her out of here. Get my truck ready.

(COCKS GUN)

OWNER: Get her out!

- Jake. - Get out of here.

MAN: Vamos!

Back to the show.

- JAKE: I'll dream big. - (HEAVY KNOCK AT DOOR)

WOMAN: Hello? You've got a customer who wants take-out.

Are you expecting someone?

- (KNOCKING RESUMES) - WOMAN: Hello?

I'm here for some takeout.

She'll go away.

WOMAN: I'm not going away.

- I can hear you, asshole. - (POUNDING AT DOOR)

(METALLIC BLINDS CLATTER)

- WOMAN: This is a scam. - (BANGING)

We're closed.

WOMAN: Your sign says 'open', dickhead.

We're closed!

We're closed! The door is closed!

That's why nobody is answering. We're closed!

WOMAN: You are answering.

Listen to him. We're closed!

(GUNSHOT)

- (ARGOS SNARLS) - (GUNFIRE)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

Good boy!

- (GUNFIRE STOPS) - GUNMAN: What?

JAKE: Argos... (SPEAKS GERMAN)

(ARGOS WHINES AND BARKS)

- I take back that "good boy". - (ARGOS WHINES)

(MAN GARGLES)

(JAKE GRUNTS)

- (BOTH COCK GUNS) - MAN: Hey, you can't...

Arggh!

(GLASSES AND CANS CLATTER)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(PHONE RINGS)

Yo, Jake.

- JAKE: They got Mia. - Hold on. Wait, wait.

Listen to me. I just got jumped.

COBB: Hold on.

JAKE: Don't you hear me? They said they're gonna kill her.

COBB: Jake, hold on.

Hey, come on! Argos, get up!

Come on, man, I heard her.

(KNOCKS ON GLASS)

COBB: All good? Jake, she's right here.

- JAKE: What? - I'm looking at her.

Show me.

You looking?

- JAKE: That's them right now? - Yes, sir.

I'm on my way.

(INTENSE MUSIC)

Argos, yo, sit down.

- (LINE RINGS) - JAKE: Pick up.

You've reached Detective Cutler. Please leave a message.

Where are you, Cutler?

(PHONE BUZZES)

TOTEC: You know where you are?

Who am I talking to?

TOTEC: That truck belongs to me.

JAKE: Yeah? Feel free to file a police report.

(TOTEC LAUGHS)

TOTEC: You see your friend?

Who's that?

TOTEC: She's hanging from the mirror.

You can't miss her.

Not my friend.

TOTEC: She's about to be.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

TOTEC: You've been courting her for a long time.

- (ARGOS BARKS) - (TOTEC LAUGHS)

(ARGOS WHINES)

(SPARKS HISS)

Argos!

(PEOPLE EXCLAIM)

(PEOPLE CRY OUT)

(ARGOS WHIMPERS)

(SIREN PULSES)

(ARGOS WHINES)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

Police!

On the ground. Hands up.

Argos... (SPEAKS GERMAN)

(ARGOS BARKS)

- Control your animal! - We're complying. Argos.

I will fucking kill this thing.

Argos... (SPEAKS GERMAN)

I said on the ground.

- (JAKE GROANS) - (ARGOS GRUMBLES)

Hey, man! Watch the hand!

- (INDISTINCT VOICES OVERLAP) - Argos.

No!

(BARKS AND WHINES)

(SIRENS BLARE)

FIREMAN: Roll that line out.

- Get water on that, Ken. - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Thank you. - FIREMAN: Yeah, put it back.

That hotspot over there.

OFFICER BEEKMAN: Talked to personnel.

Your story checks out.

Good.

Where's my dog?

Animal Control till we figure this out.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

Animal Control?

Am I being detained?

You blew up a fucking car.

I didn't blow it up.

BEEKMAN: Oh, it blew itself up, huh?

Yeah, it kinda did.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(ARGOS BARKS AND WHINES)

- Argos! - HANDLER: Come on. Here, boy.

- (ARGOS BARKS) - Hey, easy, man.

HANDLER: Come on.

- JAKE: Hey, hang on a sec. - (BLOW THUDS)

(JAKE GRUNTS)

HANDLER: Come on, in you go.

- HANDLER: Let's go. - JAKE: Argos!

(ARGOS WHIMPERS)

- Where are you taking him? - (KICK THUDS)

(PEACEFUL MUSIC)

JAKE: Babe...

..you're not wrong for asking the question.

I'm not sure you understood my question.

Well, then help me.

I could have asked it more clearly.

You don't have to protect me.

I know.

Just tell me the truth. I can take it.

MIA: Jake!

JAKE: I deserve it.

MIA: Don't accuse me of lying.

JAKE: I'm saying you're doing what I always do.

You're running from conflict.

MIA: I'm the one who started this fight.

- We're not fighting. - MIA: You know what I mean.

This is not the conflict.

MIA: Then what is the conflict, Jake?

This is a distraction from

the actual question that you wanted to ask me.

From what you need to know,

from what you had to know before you married me.

MIA: I just want this to work.

Well, it won't work if I'm not ready.

- Jake. - That's it, isn't it?

Jake!

(VOICE ECHOES)

Jake?

Ow.

(TENSE MUSIC)

I'm Liz. I'm a nurse here.

(SIGHS)

(RASPS) What day is it?

Can you tell me?

(GROANS)

You've been out about two hours.

I'd love something to drink.

The pain medication can make you thirsty.

I'll get you some water.

Thank you.

LIZ: Be right back.

- (PENSIVE MUSIC) - (DOOR OPENS)

Have you seen the officer that brought my patient in?

- He's in the break room. - Thanks.

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Officer Beekman?

He's awake.

Coherent?

He's fine.

Concussion, maybe.

(SIGHS)

Can he be discharged right away?

Whenever the doctor signs off.

About an hour, I'm guessing.

(MUTTERS) Oh! You gotta be...

Should probably go talk to him.

(GROANS)

So what did he do?

He's a terrorist.

He tried to set off a car bomb.

It didn't go off?

Oh, it went off. Just not where it was supposed to.

Where?

Where was it supposed to or where did it go off?

Where was it supposed to?

Probably a synagogue or a KFC.

We're pretty sure he's a white supremacist.

Let's keep it moving, alright?

Here, right?

Thank you.

Nurse, you wanna give us a minute?

Speak any Spanish, Jake?

JAKE: A little.

Like, you can order food or...

Yeah, pretty much.

'Yo quiero Taco Bell', and that's about it, huh?

You see my lawyer here?

- Jake, Jake. - You're wasting your time.

That's OK. You can just lie there and hear me out.

Besides, we're way past all that now.

'Plata o plomo'. How about that one?

'Silver or lead' is what that means.

What does that mean for you?

What that means is when a cartel rolls into town,

they talk to people.

They talk to farmers. They talk to cops.

Nice, salt-of-the-earth type folks.

And these folks, they get a choice.

Either you're in on the take,

which is the silver...

..or...

I can see you're guessing

what the lead part means.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

In our line of work, we don't make a lot of money.

You know that.

I know about you.

And your mortgage.

Your business insurance.

(CHUCKLES) Well, they came to talk to me.

See, they need people that don't look like

they loiter outside the Home Depot,

if you know what I mean?

They're moving north.

So they gave me a choice.

Now I'm gonna give you a choice.

Drink this.

And you go to sleep...

(VIAL CLUNKS ON TABLE)

..and never wake up, ever.

Or you watch your wife and kid

burnt alive on the internet.

Well...

I ain't dirty like you.

(BOTH GRUNT)

Come on.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(GROANS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(SHRIEKS)

(LIZ SOBS)

(WHISPERS) I'm really sorry.

Liz, I just need you to calm down.

- (SOBS) - Hey, can you do that for me?

I'm not here to hurt you. I'm not a criminal, OK?

Nod if you're hearing me. Yeah?

OK, good, good. Listen, that cop, he tried to kill me.

The water you placed by my bed, he put something in it.

Tranq or fentanyl, I don't know. You can test it.

They're trying to kill me and my family.

Now, I gotta go. I gotta get back to them, OK?

Liz, I need your help,

'cause I'm about to let you go.

(WHIMPERS)

I appreciate everything you did for me.

And I promise if you scream,

I'm gonna beat the crap out of you, OK?

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(BEEKMAN GRUNTS)

You. Nurse.

- Come here, nurse. - (GASPS)

(WHISPERS) Shut the fuck up.

- (LIZ SOBS) - Come here.

Just get the fuck over here. Shh!

LIZ: Are you OK?

- (GROANS) - Oh, my God.

- Are you OK? Are you OK? - Shh, shh.

Are you OK? Your face.

I'm good. I'm fine.

BEEKMAN: Hey.

(LOCK CLICKS)

He's gone.

Who's gone?

The white supremacist.

OK, thank you for letting me know.

Where did he go?

Are you sure you're OK?

I'm fine, I'm fine. This... I'm good.

Did you see where he went?

- Yes. - Yeah?

Yes.

- Where did he go? - (YELPS)

Into...into the stairwell.

The stairwell? That stairwell there?

- Yes. Yes. (SOBS) - OK. Yeah.

Can I ask you another question? One more.

- Are you gonna call it in? - Yeah. Yeah.

How long before someone comes through this door?

(WHISPERS) I'd have to tell the doctor.

I'd have to call the doctor.

But if you didn't, it would be a while.

Good. Good.

Good. You should sit down.

Yeah. OK. Alright?

Sit down. Yeah.

You're good. It's fine.

Here. Have some water.

- Thank you. - OK.

OK.

You sit tight.

You sit tight.

(PANTS)

Shit.

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Oh!

BEEKMAN: Yeah, I fucked up.

TOTEC: How is it that you fucked up?

He's not dead. He got away.

That's not good, Mr Beekman.

Well, I'll find him.

If he is arrested...

He won't be.

You understand, Mr Beekman, how we do things?

Yes, I do.

Then you understand that your work from this point forward

is to ensure the safety of your family.

(LINE BEEPS)

(INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT)

- (FOIL RUSTLES) - (DRAWER THUDS)

(PHONE BEEPS)

(LINE RINGS)

(PHONE RINGS)

- (LINE RINGS) - Come on, honey, pick up.

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

Hello?

- Honey! It's... Yeah. - Honey...

What's this number you're calling from?

Listen, I don't have time to explain, alright?

You just need to listen to me, OK?

What's...what's this about?

Don't say my name.

Just pretend like you're, uh, talking to your mom.

This is life or death. Please, you gotta trust me.

OK, Mom. How's Dad?

Good. Just like that. Yeah.

Now, uh...

I need you to go into the den.

OK, Mom. Is...is there something you wanted me to check on?

Yeah. The, uh...

The restoration console.

Near the TV.

Mm-hm, I can bring some chicken salad.

Pull out the bottom drawer.

You got it out?

Yeah. The grapes are seedless.

You see that nail there? It's not a nail.

Pull on it.

There's a box in there.

Inside, there are passports,

birth certificates for you and the kids.

There's 60,000 in cash.

There's car keys and a map to find the car.

Use the phone that's in there. Do not use an Uber, alright?

Now, um...

I'd love to say that I'll see you soon, baby,

but I'm not gonna make it.

What do you mean?

- What are you saying? - (LIZ MOANS)

Answer me!

But you, uh...

- You run away. - What...

What is happening here?

You live.

- And you be happy... - (LIZ MOANS)

..and you forget about me.

Oh, God! Please, no!

You get as far away from here as you can.

- Are you serious? - (LIZ MOANS WEAKLY)

And you try...

..and forgive me.

- Oh, my God! - Alright?

Please, please don't do this.

Because you'll, uh...

Yeah, it's always been you.

You'll be the last thing that I think about.

No, no. Just come home!

(PHONE BUZZES)

- Wait, are you gonna be... - (ENDS CALL)

(PHONE BUZZES)

Come on.

Oh...

(EARPIECE BEEPS)

TOTEC: Don't speak.

I'm gonna speak.

And you're gonna act.

And you don't hang up.

(BARKS)

(DOGS BARK)

- Are you sure it's that one? - BOSS: That's what they said.

WORKER: He's got a collar and an address.

BOSS: I just spoke to the cop. The cop said euthanise it.

- We've never done this before. - You've never done this before.

(ARGOS GRUNTS)

And you need to ask yourself

why you are where you are and I am where I am.

If you put a modicum of initiative in,

your life would have turned out very differently.

There's still time.

But you need to stop being such a fucking incel.

Be somebody.

(GRUNTS)

(CRACKLES)

SUPERVISOR: Don't let him out!

(SUPERVISOR ROARS)

(DOGS' BARKING ECHOES)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

- (ARGOS BARKS) - MAN: Hey! What the hell?

(WHISTLE TRILLS)

(DOG'S BARK ECHOES)

(TV PLAYS NEARBY)

TV REPORTER: We have breaking news now.

Officials have released the name Jake Rosser

as the suspect of the stolen truck -

a former police officer in LAPD's K9 division.

According to his colleagues,

Rosser's behaviour was often erratic and violent.

He was disciplined for assaulting

a Hispanic ambulance driver

shortly before leaving the department.

It's becoming clear from today's events

that Rosser resented not only his fellow officers

but the diverse communities he was sworn to protect.

We've been informed that Rosser is currently in police custody

at an undisclosed hospital in Los Angeles.

Before he was apprehended, his tragic rampages

left several restaurant workers dead

in what seems to be an act of targeted racial hatred.

Forensic psychiatrist Dr Yan Sanyay

has been analysing the behaviour of the suspect

over the past few hours.

SANYAY: Of course, as I'm speaking, he's not my patient.

I haven't examined the suspect.

But there were reports of an Afghani child

in an incident in, uh, 2005.

A little boy named Abdul

whose death was caused by the suspect.

According to an associate of mine,

Dr T. Morang, who's a military psychiatrist,

the suspect felt at the time

that he didn't deserve human friends after this incident,

so he transferred his affections onto dogs.

MAN: Hey!

Further investigations reveal that

the suspect got one dog killed while on duty in Afghanistan,

and turned another...

JAKE: Hey, man.

I'm lost, I...

..was coming...

..and, oh...

What you doing wearing my shit?

Am I?

I...I...I thought this was mine.

You lying.

No, I'm just confused. I...

- My head... - Who are you?

REPORTER: ..suffers from severe PTSD

and exhibits traits of extreme narcissism and psychopathy.

You...

Showing no remorse after...

JAKE: No.

..unleashed in the Southland today...

- You that racist bomber! - No, that's not me.

Police! Help!

Help!

WOMAN ON TV COMMERCIAL: Depression is a journey.

I'd made some progress on my antidepressant,

had some daily wins at reducing my symptoms,

but I was still masking my depression.

So I talked to my doctor.

- (DOOR THUDS) - (ALARM TRILLS CONTINUOUSLY)

Alright.

Nice and easy.

It's over.

JAKE: Hey, I'm complying.

I got the suspect outside. Jake Rosser.

WOMAN OVER RADIO: Copy that. Suspect in custody.

(ALARM TRILLS CONTINUOUSLY)

Wait, what are you doing? Stop resisting!

Whoa, whoa. You don't wanna do that, man.

- Officer needs assistance! - No, you don't wanna do that.

- Officer needs assistance. - He's going for my gun!

No, hey.

Your prints are

all over it, wherever it is.

Hey, man, you're on camera.

You think I'm dumb enough to take my eyes off of you?

Nah.

(GRUNTS REPEATEDLY)

(ALARM TRILLS CONTINUOUSLY)

(DARK MUSIC)

You're way too smart for that.

MAN: I want a copy of this tape.

(HORN BLOWS)

(PANTS)

- MAN: Look out! Shut up! - MAN 2: Shut up!

MAN: Shut up!

(DISTANT ALARM TRILLS CONTINUOUSLY)

(BARKS)

- You get out of here. - Argh!

(TENSE MUSIC)

(CLICK!)

(DEVICE CHIMES)

RECORDED VOICE: Connecting to OnStar.

OPERATOR: Welcome to OnStar, Mr Raskin. How can I help you?

Yeah, hi. How you doing tonight?

I'm doing fine, thank you. How are you, sir?

I'm good, I'm good. Thank you.

Actually, this isn't Mr Raskin.

It's, uh, Officer, um, Cobb with the LAPD.

And, uh, we recovered this vehicle stolen

and, uh, require assistance.

No problem. I can report the vehicle stolen.

Actually, it's already been reported, ma'am. Thank you.

We're just currently impounding the vehicle

and, uh, gonna need you to start the engine.

No problem.

I'm just gonna need your badge number, Officer.

My what?

I'm just gonna need your badge number.

Uh...

It's, uh, Bravo, niner, five...

Uh, s-six... uh, six, eight, two?

Six, eight, two?

I'm looking that up now.

Thank you very much.

(ALARM TRILLS CONTINUOUSLY)

(MUFFLED THUDDING AND GRUNTING)

(VELCRO RIPS)

OK, thank you, Officer Cobb, for that.

- Processing your request. - Thank you.

Ma'am, I'm gonna need you to start the engine

as soon as you can so I can transfer this car to impound.

Copy that. Stand by, sir.

(SEATBELT CLICKS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Hey, we got a report of shots fired, man. What's going on?

(ENGINE STARTS)

Yo, man, we got a 10-71 at this location, man.

- What's up? - Yo, where's the shooter at?

- OFFICER 2: Oh, yeah. 42... - OFFICER: You good?

BEEKMAN: I'm fine.

OFFICER 2: It's a negative on the shooter.

TOTEC: No-one can see you do what is necessary.

You must serve me in secret.

Just tell me what the fuck to do.

Heel, little doggy.

Be a good boy.

I left a treat in the trunk of your car.

Bring me my rabbit

or I will put your bitch down

along with her litter.

This is your last hunting trip.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

- (TRUNK SLAMS) - (SIRENS WAIL)

MIA: I married you.

I know.

So what more do you want?

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC)

I want you to know that I'm ready.

I do know that.

You're not wrong asking the question.

Honestly, Jake, it wasn't...

Just love me enough to trust me.

You should feel safe coming to me about anything.

I do.

You know what I've been through.

A lot of it, yeah.

Yeah, I mean, not all of it.

You're right, I mean, I don't talk about the war.

- You want me to? - No.

But you can tell me anything.

I'm right here.

You've seen me falling apart.

You need to know I can keep a family together.

You don't want to be 10 years in with a guy you have to babysit.

No.

No, I don't.

(ALARM BEEPS)

Come on.

Oh, God. What did I do?

Seriously, what did I do?

Come on, God, I didn't check out, I stuck around.

I did what you wanted me to do.

And, yes, you gave me this beautiful life

and a beautiful family,

and now what, you wanna take it all away?

Come on, God, I thought we had a deal.

Yeah, I'm not exactly a model citizen, OK? I have issues.

I'm a bum, alright?

Look, here's the new deal.

I'm sorry, OK? I'll repent.

I'll turn myself in, I'll do whatever you want me to do.

Just give me a sign.

Talk to me. Something.

Come on, God. Don't punish them, punish me.

I'll pay.

You gave me all this hope.

For the first time in my life, I've had hope and now what?

Why?

Come on, please, just don't... Don't take away my family.

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

(ENGINE STOPS)

(SIGHS)

(DOOR ALARM PINGS)

(ROUSING MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(ARGOS SNIFFS AND WHINES)

(PODCAST ON PHONE DRONES INDISTINCTLY)

PODCASTER: You can't heal in the place you get hurt.

One of the most difficult experiences in life

is that unless you...

JAKE: Hey, man, you got duct tape?

SPORTS COMMENTATOR: The base hit!

- What, man? - Never mind, I got it.

PODCASTER 2: Is that a fair thing to say?

GUEST: No, no, individually I love them.

Every person I meet, I sorta like,

and I'm not trying to be corny here,

but I see the universe in them.

- You can see the... - JAKE: Yeah.

- Thank you for the ultimate... - (JAKE CHUCKLES) Sweet chilli.

(PODCAST CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

VOICEOVER: Rotisserie style...

(SWEEPING ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYS)

VOICEOVER 2: You know a good way to prepare for New Year?

(DRINK POURS ON ADVERTISEMENT)

PODCASTER: As far as hitting a wall, I don't know. I'd say...

Hey, man, uh, I'm sorry about this.

About what?

- Fuck! Fuck! - Hands up. Keep your hands up.

- Don't move. - I'm not.

Listen, man, I don't wanna do this.

- Do what? - Just listen to me.

Look, please, just take whatever, man.

- I'm not here to rob the store. - What?

- Just listen to me. - Well, please, just take...

(SHOUTS) Doug!

PODCASTER: Never ask for advice from

and worry about criticism

from someone that you would never ask advice from.

- What? - Just turn on a gas pump for me.

(PODCAST CONTINUES)

Look, Doug, I got a wife and a kid, alright?

We're a little bit on the rocks right now. It's complicated.

They're in danger. I need to protect them, OK?

Yeah, man.

Just turn on the gas.

I got to put my hand down.

Right, fine, go ahead.

That's it.

OK. Look, I'm not gonna hurt you.

I need to tape your hands behind your back.

Please don't sexually assault me.

No-one's getting sexually assaulted, OK?

I'm already struggling with my mental health, OK?

- (DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) - Officers! He's got a gun!

(ITEMS CLATTER AND SHATTER)

I know this may be a bad time to ask you to trust me, Doug.

But the man outside... Doug, no!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)

DOUG: He's raping me. Shoot him!

- (GUNSHOT) - (GLASS SHATTERS)

WOMAN: Please! Oh, my God! Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Please! Please don't do this to us!

- (WOMAN SOBS) - (DOGS BARK IN DISTANCE)

TOTEC: My eyes are the eyes of God, but sharper.

God does nothing. Either He can't or He won't.

But I'm a doer.

(BOLT CLICKS)

We know she ran, your wife.

- (WOMAN CRIES ON VIDEO) - TOTEC: But we will not follow.

As long as you stay and do your duty.

Now you will repeat what I say.

Say, "Jake, it's not me talking anymore."

Jake!

It's not me talking anymore.

It is God who speaks through me.

It's God who speaks through me.

He talked to me twice today.

First time in my car.

The second in Mr Raskin's.

TOTEC: You thought no-one heard you

when you pray, Jake, but I was listening.

You thought no-one heard you

when you prayed, Jake, but I was listening.

You don't sound like the god I was praying to.

TOTEC: I am the only god who heard you.

BEEKMAN: I am the only god that heard you.

Begging...for me to take you.

TOTEC: To spare your family.

For me to spare your family.

Now you will lower your weapon.

Now you will lower your weapon.

TOTEC: No, no.

You, Mr Beekman, will lower your weapon.

And you will say,

"I am not merciful but I am powerful."

I am not merciful.

But I am powerful.

I've told my little dog to heel.

And now I'm gonna put him to sleep.

And now...

Uh...

And now I'm gonna put him to sleep.

TOTEC: Now you will withdraw the can of gasoline

from your trunk.

(CAR BOOT OPENS)

(GASOLINE SLOSHES)

Now, Mr Beekman, you will soak yourself.

I'm sorry. Could you repeat that last...

You will soak yourself.

(SINISTER MUSIC)

You...you want me...

And if you flinch and if you falter,

your wife will suffer twice the agony.

You will tell him...

.."Behold, the answer to your prayers."

Behold, the answer to your prayers.

I offered you a painless death and you refused.

Still, if you pay now...

- If you follow... - If you follow...

- ..in my servant's footsteps... - ..in my servant's footsteps...

..your family will be spared.

..your family will be spared.

- Keep her here. - (GUNSHOT)

(CUTLER GROANS)

(GUN CLATTERS)

- (LID CLATTERS) - (CUTLER WHIMPERS)

(GROANS)

TOTEC: In the dark night of your despair...

BEEKMAN: In the dark night of your despair...

- ..I am providing a torch... - ..I am providing a torch...

..lighting the way to absolution.

..lighting the way... to absolution.

Now, Mr Beekman, you will light the way.

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

- (ARGOS BARKS AND GROWLS) - (BEEKMAN GROANS)

JAKE: Argos!

Argos! Off!

- (ARGOS YELPS) - (BEEKMAN GRUNTS)

JAKE: Argos!

- Oh, God! - JAKE: Argos!

I'm doing it. I'm doing it!

(JAKE SPEAKS GERMAN)

Argos! Argos! Here! Here! Come here!

- (BEEKMAN SCREAMS IN PAIN) - JAKE: Yeah, good boy.

(BEEKMAN ROARS AND GRUNTS)

JAKE: You're a good boy. Yeah.

(BEEKMAN GRUNTS AND SCREAMS)

(BEEKMAN ROARS)

JAKE: Come on, let's go save Cutler.

- Come on, come on. - (ARGOS BARKS)

I need water, Jake.

Alright.

(ARGOS BARKS)

JAKE: Let's get you in this chair.

- (SIRENS WAIL) - CUTLER: Alright.

- Alright. - JAKE: Let me see.

You just stand there and let him shoot you?

Hey, take your belt off.

Why? You need a tourniquet?

I heard him say you got a tracker.

- Huh? - Yeah.

JAKE: Sonofabitch.

(THROWS TRACKER)

I do need a tourniquet, though.

Wait!

(ENGINE ROARS, TYRES SQUEAL)

DISPATCH: All units be advised, we've got a 1093...

- I'm not gonna make it. - We're making it.

I don't deserve to.

JAKE: Neither do I.

(TYRES SCREECH)

(ARGOS WHINES)

- JAKE: Dispatch. - DISPATCH: Go ahead.

We're gonna need the location to the nearest EMS.

Ambulance located 300 blocks...

EMT: And George H.W. Bush was in Dallas when JFK was shot.

Yeah, working undercover with the CIA.

So Reagan was against all the globalist stuff

when he was running.

EMT 2: Hey, yo, I'm eating, man.

(EMT CHUCKLES) You always do this.

No, it's just, all of this gives me anxiety, alright?

Gives me indigestion.

Then Reagan selects Bush as his vice-president,

and then he gets shot by John Hinckley.

The Hinckleys and the Bushes

were, like, BFFs that are having dinner that week.

Yep. I'm having dinner now.

- Hmm. - Hmm.

So how does this secret government...

..all work for the same communist conspiracy

that's not even on the news?

It's a globalist takeover, right?

They're instituting a new kind of world government,

mainstream media is part of the propaganda arm.

- Oh! - Yeah.

I sent you sources.

- OK. - What, you didn't read them?

Well, you know, you sent some right-wing bullshit, right?

And then, yeah, I'll get to it.

It's not right-wing. It's from these people themselves.

It's the World Economic Forum.

"You'll own nothing and be happy."

I mean, that's what they say.

- I swear to God, man. - It's in their own literature.

(LAUGHS)

Go ahead and laugh.

You won't be laughing when your kids are in a fucking FEMA camp.

You know what? That's when I will be laughing.

Because that means you would be right.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Right, this...this whole time. (LAUGHS)

Start the car, dude.

(GLASS CLINKS)

(WHISPERS) We're dead.

(AMBULANCE SIREN WAILS)

(SNACKS CRUNCH)

(BARKS)

We're not supposed to have animals in here.

(PACKET CRUMPLES)

Just focus on her until we get there.

And then you'll...let us go?

The second we get to the hospital, I'll turn myself in.

EMT: There's a hospital two miles away.

Not that hospital. Just go where I tell you.

What about Mia and John?

We'll get them on the way.

CUTLER: Hey. I'm a detective.

Oh, I'm not gonna lie.

This is some strange shit, Detective.

Anyway, you're stable. How's your pain?

CUTLER: Better.

(ARGOS GRUNTS)

JAKE: Come on, you got this.

That's right. Climb the mountain.

You're doing good, kid.

Hey, buddy. You fell down. That's OK. You fell down.

If you didn't struggle, if you quit before you got up here,

you wouldn't be able to see all this.

See?

What do you say, John?

(JOHN BABBLES)

JAKE: See? I told you it'd be worth it. Look how beautiful.

- (JAKE GRUNTS) - (JOHN CRIES)

Hey! It's OK. It's OK.

It's OK, buddy. I might have hurt his leg.

- We gotta go. - MIA: I know.

Where are my keys at?

- MIA: I don't know. Here. - (KEYS JANGLE)

Don't look at me like that.

I'm sorry. I...

- Well, it kills me too. - (JOHN CRIES)

I know. I know, I'm sorry, I just...

(AMBULANCE SIREN WAILS)

- (JOHN'S CRIES ECHO) - MIA: I was scared.

JAKE: Let's go.

REPORTER ON RADIO: Rosser, whose violent behaviour was evident

during his time at the department,

is still at large and is now suspected in the kidnapping

and possible murder of LAPD detective Idalia Cutler.

With that, I'm happy to take any questions you might have.

(SWITCHES OFF RADIO)

You know, murder's not entirely off the table.

You gotta kidnap me first.

Why would they lie?

Dude, I think you just got red-pilled.

JAKE: Alright, I'm gonna drop you guys off.

Report the ambulance stolen.

Grand theft auto is the least of my worries.

Nope. Not happening. I'm seeing this one through.

Hey, can I use your phone?

Thank you.

(LINE RINGS)

(PHONE BUZZES)

TV: A Los Angeles police officer

who was fired from his job

is suspected of going on a shooting spree...

Who is this?

JAKE: Hey, Mia? It's me.

- MIA: Jake, thank God. - Are you OK?

- Where are you? - Where's John?

Mia?

It's not safe here.

Mia, where's our son? Where is he?

He's at my mother's.

OK, OK.

What's going on?

- I was ambushed. - Ambushed?

The police, some of them are with a cartel.

- Jake! - They threatened you and John.

- They had your voice. - You're not making any sense.

- Mia, please. Just listen to me. - I love you.

They played me your voice. It was you. You were screaming.

- What? - And begging me to kill myself.

Because they had you and the baby.

MIA: Jake, stop, OK? Just stop.

- What, you don't believe me? - Don't say that.

What, you think I'm making this up?

It's on the news, Jake. What am I supposed to say?

Ask Cobb. He knows.

Cutler's with me. She knows too.

Cobb didn't tell you?

- (TV DRONES) - MIA: No. H-he just waved at me.

JAKE: Alright, go outside right now. I want you to talk to him.

(BLIND SNAPS OPEN)

JAKE: I'm not crazy, Mia.

- MIA: I hate that I said that. - Yeah, I know. I'm sorry too.

MIA: Jake, we need help.

JAKE: I know. I know.

Professional help. Therapy.

And we'll get it. I promise.

Jake...

No, I know. I need it too. I'm grateful you asked.

(TV CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

JAKE: Hey, I love you. OK?

MIA: I love you.

Go get Cobb.

He'll keep you safe till I get there.

Hey, Mia, everything's gonna be OK.

(MIA SCREAMS)

Jake! Jake! Jake!

He's gone, Jake.

Jake, he's dead.

Mia, listen to me.

I want you to run. OK? Just go. Go. Run.

I'm not hanging up. Just tell me where you are, OK?

- And we'll find you. - What's going on?

Cobb's dead. They're going after Mia.

CUTLER: Get her, Jake.

Then we'll take you to the hospital.

- Just tell me where to go, man. - Take this exit.

(SIREN WAILS)

(DISTANT SIREN WAILS)

I think I can hear you.

JAKE: That's us.

(DISTANT SIREN WAILS)

How far?

Two minutes, maybe less.

Please. Please.

Are you still on Mariposa?

Um...

I think I'm on Fourth.

Alright, stay there. We're on Fourth.

Keep heading east, 30 seconds.

- (PHONE BEEPS) - Jake!

Jake!

- (PHONE CONTINUES BEEPING) - I can't hear you.

That's her right there.

You see us, Mia? Mia!

Jake, my phone's beeping. I can't hear you.

What beeping? I don't hear any beeping.

Stop the ambulance.

- EMT 2: Why? - It's a trap.

(ENGINE ROARS)

(ARGOS YELPS)

(JAKE GRUNTS)

(METAL SCRAPES)

(GROANING)

JAKE: Where's my gun?

- (ARGOS WHINES) - Argos! Hey!

Let me look at you. Huh?

(CUTLER GRUNTS)

Cutler, you OK?

(GUNFIRE)

(ARGOS GRUMBLES)

CUTLER: Jake.

My mom.

Take care of her.

- Her name's Mari... - (GUNSHOT)

JAKE: Cutler! No.

(DARK MUSIC)

- (ARGOS WHIMPERS) - (MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

JAKE: Argos, come here. Listen to me.

I need you to get in the fight, Argos.

(SPEAKS GERMAN)

I didn't raise a coward. I need you to protect our family.

Argos... (SPEAKS GERMAN) Hey!

(ARGOS WHIMPERS AND PANTS)

JAKE: I raised a warrior.

Come on. I'll be right behind you.

- Argos... (SPEAKS GERMAN) - (ARGOS BARKS LOUDLY)

- (THUGS EXCLAIM INDISTINCTLY) - (ARGOS GROWLS AND SNARLS)

- (ARGOS SNARLS) - (THUGS EXCLAIM)

- (THUG GROANS) - (THUG 2 SPEAKS SPANISH)

(GROANING)

- (TEETH CHOMP) - (THUG 2 GROANS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(ARGOS GROWLS)

- (ARGOS SNARLS) - Argos, here!

Here! Come on.

- Good boy. Good boy. Good boy. - (ARGOS BARKS)

- (MIA WHIMPERS) Jake. - JAKE: Mia.

- Come on. - (ARGOS WHINES)

TOTEC: Not yet.

Mia, over the wall. Argos, up!

NEIGHBOUR: There's a loud noise in the street.

I don't know what's going on, alright?

Send someone as soon as you can.

There's some trespassers right now, man.

They're coming onto my property.

OPERATOR: What's your address? Are you in danger, sir?

(GUN FIRES)

Percy, what on earth was that noise?

- (PERCY GROANS) - (WOMAN GASPS)

Oh, Percy! (SOBS)

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

- JAKE: Argos, up! - (GUNSHOT)

Come on, though the window right there.

(MIA EXCLAIMS)

JAKE: Get behind the couch.

(WOMAN SOBS)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Argos... (SPEAKS GERMAN)

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(WOMAN CRIES)

(WOMAN CRIES)

(MIA GASPS)

(GLASS AND OBJECTS SHATTER)

(WOMAN SOBS)

(GUNSHOTS)

When I say, you get in the bathtub, you stay low, OK?

Jake, please don't leave me.

- Ready? Go! - Yeah! OK.

(GUNSHOT)

Hey, I needed you more than you needed me anyway.

Hey, you've been through it.

You made it back to me on your own.

You're solid, alright?

Now, Argos, protect! (SPEAKS GERMAN)

(GUNFIRE)

- MIA: Come here, come here. - (GUNFIRE)

MIA: "The only ones for me are the mad ones.

"Mad to live.

"Mad to talk.

"Mad to be saved."

- We have to go, ma'am. - I can't!

JAKE: Ma'am, there's no time, we have to go now.

I'm not leaving my husband.

MIA: "Desirous of everything at the same time...

"..those who never yawn or...

"..say a commonplace thing,

"but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles

"exploding like spiders across the stars

"and in the middle you see a blue centre light pop.

"And everybody goes..."

- (GUNSHOT) - "Awww!"

(BODY THUDS)

(WEAPON CLICKS)

(ARGOS WHINES QUIETLY)

I was in awe of living with such abandon and such passion.

But then I read more, and I thought clearer and...

..I got older, and I... and I wasn't hypnotised

by the music of the words,

but I was actually understanding what they meant.

- (GRUNTS) - (THUD!)

And I met people who burned, burned, burned

like fabulous yellow Roman candles.

(SPEAKS GERMAN)

I spent time with them, and you know what?

- Argos. - (ARGOS BARKS)

MIA: They were assholes.

Selfish, impatient, decadent.

Argos... (SPEAKS GERMAN)

(TOTEC SPEAKS SPANISH)

MIA: If everyone was like that,

civilisation would collapse.

(HEAVY THUD)

I mean, look at what happened to Kerouac.

So you don't want that.

But, best case, even how I grew up,

two parents, unconditional love, all needs met.

Let's say you give that to someone.

No abuse.

Nothing that you can call trauma,

unless you're lying about it for attention.

Let's say you do an A-plus job.

The best you're gonna get for that kid,

who is your whole life...

..is to watch that spark slowly fade away.

And realise that spark's just narcissism.

(GENTLE POP MUSIC)

And when they get old, if they're lucky,

they get to watch the ember in their own kid burn to ashes.

(SCOFFS) Perfect.

PSYCHOLOGIST: Jake, please.

- (JAKE SCOFFS) - No, he's right.

That's what I'm fighting for.

What?

I mean, actually, it's not what I'm fighting for.

Yes, that's without trauma,

without being on the run.

Being hunted.

Are you asking me to go on the run with you?

I'm asking you to run away.

I can't.

JAKE: Yeah.

You're trapped.

I'd rather be trapped with you than anybody.

I really need you.

SONG: * The blade was in my hand

* Caught in age... *

PRISON WARDEN: Time's up, Rosser.

* Turn your head to me... *

- (JOHN FUSSES) - MIA: Cupcake.

Say 'bye to Daddy. Say 'bye.

* God in cages

* I can't wait

* Feed your breath to me

* Bleed like rain... *

PRISON WARDEN: Pop D12.

- (ALARM BLARES) - (KEYS JANGLE)

(PRISONERS HOWL AND CALL OUT)

(PRISONER SPEAKS SPANISH)

(PRISONERS JEER)

PRISONER: I'm gonna fuck you up here.

PRISONER: Come back here, motherfucker.

(REPETITIVE BANGING)

(PRISONERS YELL)

(PRISONER 2 SPEAKS SPANISH)

(CELL UNLOCKS)

(PRISONERS CONTINUE YELLING)

(WARDEN LOCKS CELL)

(PRISONERS JEER AND BARK)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(DRAMATIC CHORAL MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC)