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(grunting)

(slow ominous music)

- So we had a deal, right?

- Come here, let me see that.

(slow ominous music)

- What's the difference?

- Wouldn't you like to know.

- So I can go, right?

- [Man] With your cousin?

- Yes, with my cousin.

- [Man] How long you gonna be out?

- I don't know, about a day.

- The whole day?

- Yes, the whole day.

He's coming all the way from Ohio.

He doesn't know his way around here.

- When?

- Either Monday or Tuesday.

- Look, is it or Monday or Tuesday?

'Cause if I gotta explain this later,

I better know what I'm talkin' about.

- Look, how 'bout I just call you when he gets in?

- You owe me big time.

- Really?

'Cause I could've sworn I just paid you.

- Don't get smart with me, slut.

I give you this little bit of freedom

'cause you good at what you do.

You should thank me.

- Yeah, thanks.

Freakin' pervert.

- Bitch.

- Yo, that's why they suspended your corrupt ass.

- Bitch, you and I both know that's

not gonna hold up.

I'm gettin' reinstated any day now, well thank God.

Won't have to deal with low class hookers like you anymore.

- (laughs) Yeah well fuck you.

Next time I'll be sure to choke your fuckin' ass to death.

Fucking asshole.

(hip hop music)

♫ I introduce to her to my wild wood

♫ Now pop a cherry hill

♫ Ex's eatin' town

♫ Kissin' on her point pleasant still

♫ Free hoe that ass for that middle sex

♫ Workin' on my blow craft

♫ But I ain't finished yet

♫ And I don't need PA, pyro techs to light

♫ My Jersey girl fireworks like the Newark riots

♫ And I could tell by her sex it's Essex

♫ The vibe of her essence,

♫ Damn she's so precious

♫ Breasts leavin' me breathless

♫ I got a winner

♫ Perform and got game like she the Prudential Center

♫ My Garden State lady

♫ That's my baby

♫ Sky lines to a south shore

♫ She's so tasty

♫ And I'm a gateway to paradise like AC

♫ A different angle, seaside heights

♫ She's so wavy

♫ Naughty by nature like she from EO

♫ Staten native like a violet

♫ I just thought y'all know

♫ She my girl, she my Jersey girl

♫ Ain't no better ma

♫ She my baby

♫ She my girl, she my Jersey girl

♫ Ain't no better ma

♫ That's why she my Jersey

♫ Jersey, Jersey girl

(buzzing)

♫ She my Jersey, Jersey, Jersey girl

♫ She my Jersey, Jersey, Jersey girl

♫ Never hear Jersey when the cutie speak

♫ She left New York

♫ City nights just too noisy for her beauty sleep

♫ Jersey devil in a red dress

♫ Makes sex the great adventure

♫ Like the best Six Flags

♫ Go out to Wildwood

♫ Be like termites

♫ Then up and down she wanna ride

♫ I got a turnpike

♫ Princess so Princeton

♫ How she learn right

♫ And now bread man but connect for that perp high

♫ My Jersey girl get it

♫ No trouble at all

♫ And she flyer than a pilot down at WR

♫ Lead the boys on a chase through the state

♫ Like a stolen car

♫ Gas attendant fill up her tank and she going far

♫ At all the college parties she down to cause a ruckus

♫ Streaking at Seton Hall

♫ Getting naughty down at Rutgers

♫ Saves from mack man and she love it

♫ Keep a dirty sheets out the street

♫ She my, she my Jersey girl

♫ Ain't no better ma

♫ She my Jersey girl

♫ Ain't no better ma

♫ That's why she my Jersey, Jersey, Jersey girl

♫ She my Jersey, Jersey, Jersey girl

♫ She my Jersey, Jersey, Jersey girl

♫ In depth complex affect

♫ Her best preset but she don't mind giving T neck

♫ Institute a body I don't gotta mention

♫ I'ma ride a university from Trenton

♫ My mochalatta temptress

♫ I'm loving all her perks

♫ Just puppy love but you can tell

♫ How much the candle work

♫ Turn down fly ball but I'm the one you got

♫ Every fall winter spring

♫ So you know my summer set

♫ And I'm the best nothing less

♫ No stress could bring her down

♫ Like she's fresh of the cheeba

♫ So I leave and can't wait to come back

♫ Like I need her

♫ I'm from the ghost east coast

♫ She divina

♫ She love the way I'm shaping all my goals

♫ Like a dreamer

♫ Strong never fall

♫ Shy likes no but have you seen her

♫ They went together look (mumbles)

♫ Up until I stand corrected

♫ I'm the one that point the finger

♫ She my Jersey girl

♫ Ain't no better ma

♫ She my Jersey girl

- [Girl In Pink] Okay, see you when you get here.

- Are you ready?

- Yeah, ready.

- That was the deputy mayor, he'll be here 9:30.

- Okay good, that'll give you more than an hour

to straighten up and get ready for him.

- So what kind of fantasy is it?

'Cause I want to know.

- It's bizarre.

It's kind of like the Japanese schoolgirl meets Batman.

- A Japanese schoolgirl meets Batman?

Really?

So does he wear the suit and the mask too?

- No, I wear the mask, he wears the school skirt.

- Okay, well you have fun with that.

- Hello?

- I'm just saying, Batman and a schoolgirl outfit?

- Well he is the deputy mayor

so he gets what he pays for.

- I guess.

- That's his fantasy.

- Lark, Lark!

- What?

What, what's wrong?

- That was Pinkie, she had to take her kid

to the hospital so she cancelled.

- So where's the client?

- He's already on his way up the house.

- Where's Chloe?

- Atlantic City.

- I know, maybe I can squeeze him in later.

- Or if he hurries I can do him

before the deputy mayor.

- No, no, the time is too tight,

plus I don't want you guys doing two in one day.

It's bad customer service.

- So what do you want to do?

- You're gonna go in and get ready for your guy

and I'll handle it.

- Okay.

(phone ringing)

- Hey Larky.

- Hey B, what you doing?

- Uh, nothing, trying to put the headboard on my bed

together but these idiots sent me the wrong size screws.

What you up to?

- Listen B, you gotta help me out.

I had this job set up for Pinkie,

but she just called saying her kid is sick.

- Okay, that's cool but did you forget

that I'm on house arrest?

- Baby, this is a one hour gig, five Cs,

straight action, and he'll come to you.

Do me the favor.

- Five Cs?

- Five Cs, yes.

I get one, you get four.

- When?

- 9 o'clock.

- Larky, it's already after 8 o'clock.

- He's already on his way to Pinkie's,

I'll have to redirect him to you.

- Whatever, yo.

- Sorry, I know it's short notice.

- I need the money anyway.

- Call me when he gets there.

- Yeah, okay.

Bye.

(soft grooving music)

- [John] Bernadette?

- [Bernadette] Yeah, that's me.

Come in.

- Hi, I'm John.

- John.

That's original.

- No my name really is John, ironic, huh?

- Yeah, extremely.

You don't have to worry about me forgetting your name.

Can I get you something to drink?

- Sure.

- I hope brandy's okay.

- Fine, thank you.

- Sit down.

So you're in town on business?

- Yeah, I pass through here every couple of months.

- Cool.

So, you're welcome.

So how do you know Larky?

- Never met her before.

I got her number from a friend.

I must say Larky's a character.

- Yeah, she is.

So then of course I have to ask if you're a cop

or in any way affiliated with the law

or US court system?

- I understand, but no, I'm not a officer of the court.

Far from it.

- That's good to know.

- May I?

- Of course, as long as you share.

- [John] But of course.

- That smells good, what is that?

- Nothing but the best, baby.

Nothing but the best.

- That's a style.

Thank you.

So what is it you say you do again?

- Little bit of real estate.

Little bit of this, little bit of that.

You know flip this, flip that.

Basics.

- The basics.

You're definitely succeeding.

- That's good to know, thank you.

- Yeah, no problem, you look good.

Oh, before I forget, did Larky give you the particulars?

- Oh, right, right, yeah she did.

I should pay you now.

- That would be good, yes.

- Did Larky tell you what I like?

- No.

But I'm hoping it's nothing too crazy.

(suspenseful music)

Shit.

The fuck?

Fuck.

- Time to get kinky.

(muffled screaming)

Easy, easy.

(sighs)

(muffled shouting)

- Fucking untie me, motherfucker.

Fucking untie me!

Let me go!

What the fuck is wrong with you, fucking untie me!

Fucking let me go!

Crazy motherfucker, what the fuck?

- I'm sorry, what did you say?

- You fucking heard me I said

fucking untie me, motherfucker!

- I'm not sure I understand you.

- What the fuck is wrong with you?

You understand me, now let me go.

- Let's get your information now.

- What the fuck is wrong with you?

- First name Bernadette.

- [Bernadette] What the fuck, man?

- Now I need your last name.

- Let me go!

Let me go, motherfucker!

- Lawson.

- What the fuck?

- See how tall you are.

Five six.

Black female.

- Fuck you!

Un-fucking-tie me!

- 125 pounds.

- Fucking let me go!

- Brown hair.

Pretty brown eyes.

- [Bernadette] Fuck you.

(chuckles)

- Date of birth.

And your date of death.

- What?

- [John] Today.

- Fuck you motherfucker let me the fuck go!

Ain't shit funny!

- [John] Yes, you are very fortunate, little girl.

- Fucking crazy motherfucker.

- You're about to join a very special group.

You see, I fuck many hookers in my day

and not many of them had manners and tact.

And that would earn my immortality.

- Fuck your immortality.

- This book.

- Crazy motherfucker.

- I've names of 17 angels.

And you will become my 18th.

Years from now when historians find this book,

they will be able to find your final resting place.

- Fuck you, dude.

- And inside of you the doctors will find my seed.

Ready to be reanimated.

- Are you fucking out of your fucking mind?

- Well perhaps we can live forever now.

But in the future, of course.

(phone ringing)

- You're fucking out of your fucking mind.

- What?

Are you expecting a call?

It's Larky.

Were you supposed to call her?

- Why don't you answer it and find out?

- Guess I better hurry then.

(intense music)

(screaming)

See, you have clean the blood and the flesh off

'cause the blade gets very hard to cut.

- I'm gonna fucking kill you.

You fucking crazy motherfucker

I'm gonna set your ass (mumbles).

- Oh yeah?

- I fucking promise you, you're fucking dead.

I swear to god, you're dead.

You're fucking dead.

Get that fucking knife off of me!

- Nah baby.

- I'm gonna fucking kill you.

- We just getting started.

- Fuck you.

(buzzing)

- Oh, my pizza's here.

You know, this is for the media.

You gotta thank the pizza box killer.

Thanks.

You know, you think they'd come up with something

better than that.

(buzzing)

(ominous music)

(rattling)

(buzzing)

Hey what's up, man?

- [Pizza Guy] Small with extra cheese?

- That's right, extra cheese.

You know I would offer you some

but I think it would be a waste.

(dramatic music)

- Psst.

(hits)

(groaning)

Crazy motherfucker.

You think you're the first motherfucker

I had to go through this bullshit with?

- I offer you a place in history, bitch.

And this is how you repay me?

See you're not worrying about I meant to you.

(gun fires)

Shot me.

(groaning)

Shot me.

(gun firing)

(pensive music)

- Shit.

(soulful music)

(quiet singing)

♫ Shivering cold

♫ Shivering cold

♫ Shivering cold

♫ Shivering cold

♫ Shivering

♫ (mumbles)

♫ Shivering cold, cold, cold

♫ Shivering cold

♫ Shivering

♫ Shivering

♫ Shivering

♫ Shivering cold

♫ Shivering cold

♫ Shivering cold

♫ Shivering cold

♫ Shivering cold

- Shit.

♫ Shivering cold

♫ I'm shivering

(phone ringing)

- [Bernadette] Hello?

- Why didn't you call me?

Why didn't you answer when I called you?

- Oh, sorry.

I was kinda tied up.

- So how did it go?

- He started off strong and then he died on me.

(giggles)

- As always.

Did he pay you?

- Yeah, he paid me.

- You see that wasn't so hard, was it?

- Yeah, it was a lot easier than I thought.

Yo, have you spoken to Naeem?

- I thought you two were over.

- Yeah, we are, but I really need to talk to him.

- I don't think he wants to see you.

- I'm sure he doesn't, but text me his number anyway.

- You didn't get it from me.

- Alright, thanks.

(soft music)

(beeping)

Hey Na, it's B.

I know you probably don't recognize this phone number

but I could really use your help

putting together my new headboard.

I know how handy you are.

So if you could come by tonight I would really

appreciate it.

Like I said, I really need your help,

so I'll see you soon.

Alright, bye.

(dramatic music)

Hey.

- Heard you were home.

- Yeah, two months now.

- You couldn't put your bed together?

- Yo, you still mad me?

- Oh now you care if I'm mad at you?

- No, I cared then, you just didn't give me

a chance to explain.

- There's an explanation?

- Of course there's an explanation.

Well there was an explanation.

- B, is this one of your normal excuses

or is this shit gonna make some kind of sense?

- Yo Na, I had to let you take the fall.

- Yo, you didn't have to but you did.

- No, I had to.

I couldn't go to jail.

- Why not?

What, were you too busy?

Too cute?

Oh, maybe just too strung out.

- No, I was pregnant.

- Pregnant?

By who?

- Nigga by you, who you think?

- Shit, I don't know considering your profession.

- You know damn well I was not doing this shit back then.

- Yo, I don't know.

I didn't know I was going to jail,

I didn't know you was knocked up.

What the fuck do I know?

- Well I figured you wouldn't want the baby born in jail.

- Oh, the baby.

Where is he or she?

You ain't bring a little baby to see me.

- I lost it Na, at three months.

- Lost it where?

- I had a miscarriage.

- You had a miscarriage?

- Yes.

- And I wonder how that happened.

- I think you know.

Yo.

That's why I'm clean and sober now.

Like all of that shit plus jail.

I'm sorry for how all that shit turned out.

- Why am I here?

'Cause you know I ain't handy with tools.

- You remember your EMT training?

- Yeah why?

You need medical attention?

- Yeah, I think I might.

- Damn!

What the fuck happened to you?

- Rough trick.

- Some kind of trick, you need a hospital.

- Nah, I ain't going to a hospital.

- B, you need stitches.

- I know, that's why I called you.

- Let me get my kit out the car.

- Thank you.

(inhales sharply)

Shit!

- I'm almost done.

- Hurry up.

- Stop acting like a little punk.

- Yo, hurry up.

Yo can you please hurry up?

(inhales sharply)

- That's gonna hold for now.

You still gonna need the hospital.

- Yeah well it's nice to see you haven't

lost your touch.

- That's an intentional cut.

Who did that to you?

- You remember how to get to that room in the attic?

- Yeah, through the back.

- Yeah, there's a briefcase up there.

Can you do me a favor and grab it?

- Sure.

(sighs)

B, what the fuck are you into?

- You found it.

Let me see that.

- What's in it?

Oh, B.

What part of parole did you not understand?

- Yo Na, remember when you told me if you had this much dope

you could move it in like 12 hours?

Is that still true?

- I ain't been active in a while.

Who is he?

- He was the pizza box serial killer.

In this book he's got the names of all his victims,

when he killed them, where he hid the bodies.

- Serial killer the feds looking for?

- Yeah.

Larky sent him over here thinking

he was just another trick.

Then that motherfucker tried to kill me.

- Larky.

- Yeah.

The news reports say he's responsible for seven deaths.

But in that book there's 17 names.

- He only killed prostitutes, right?

- [Bernadette] Yeah.

- That explains it.

These hos go missing, who gonna report 'em?

- Exactly.

And you know how I feel about the law,

but the feds need to have that book.

- And yes miss.

How did you come by this?

And about that body in the attic.

What do you mean you weren't turning tricks

while you were on house arrest?

Thank you for doing our job for us.

And the five years you're gonna spend in prison

is gonna make you a better person.

Please, you know how it works.

- So?

- What are you planning?

- That depends.

- On?

- For one, how fast you think you can move this shit

so I can have some money in case I gotta run.

(sighs)

If you can move it, how much do you think it'll fetch?

- Depends on the quality.

Maybe 80 grand?

All to one buyer.

- That would be good for a while.

- I take it that's plan B.

What's plan A?

- Well, wait til the middle of the night, drive out,

dump the body, mail the book back to the feds

from another state.

- But because of that bracelet on your leg

you can't go anywhere in the middle of the night.

- See Na, it's not a plan without you.

- This can't be right.

- What?

- White heroin is more pure, better quality.

But this brown heroin, more visual but less potent.

- So it's easier to sell.

- Yeah, but this is showing 60, 65% pure.

Shit must be from the golden triangle.

- So it's movable, right?

- Yeah, very.

I mean I gotta make a few calls.

- Is one of those to Trent?

- Yeah, why?

- I just asking.

We could kill two birds with one stone.

If he's coming through I could ask him about my papers

in case I gotta run.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

Yeah.

Trent's outside.

- Okay.

(funky music)

Come on in, Trent.

How you doing, Trent?

- Bernadette.

Long time.

- I know, right?

- How've you been?

- Okay.

- When did you get out?

- A few months ago, actually.

- [Naeem] There he is, the man.

- Who let you back out on the street?

- What's going on, baby?

Back from the dead.

- Trent, can I get you something to drink?

- What you got?

- What you want?

- Something strong.

- I got you.

Na?

- So, what's the good word?

- Yeah, check it out.

- Whoa.

Is this what I think it is?

Nice.

How much?

- Expensive.

And we need it soon.

- You know, I saw Marty a couple of days ago

and he's looking for something like this.

- Is he ready now?

- [Bernadette] Here you go, Trent.

- Yeah.

That's what he said.

- Let's give him a call, let's see what he talking.

- Okay.

- We gonna need some papers too.

We gonna be traveling soon.

- I figured as much.

Both of you?

- Nah, just me.

- Both of us.

- [Trent] Will tomorrow afternoon be quick enough for you?

- Wait.

How do I look?

- [Trent] Stunning.

(shutter clicks)

- You know Na, I want you to know I'm really sorry

about all this.

I just didn't know who else to call

who had experience in any of this kind of stuff.

Or who I could even trust except for you.

- Yeah, that's me.

Dump your debt, cheap cheap.

- See, that's why you can't pick a lock for shit.

Stupid. - Hey!

Stay still.

You wanna try this?

It's the new magnetic locks, this ain't like the old locks.

- So why'd you order stuff from Trent?

You planning on coming with me?

- New papers always come in handy.

- Wait, so you really wasn't gonna call me

even though you knew I was out?

Damn, Na.

You know I went back in about a month before you got out.

I always kept track of you, Na.

- See, now that's what I don't get.

You throw me under the bus because you say

you were knocked up.

I go with that.

But then you turn around, lose the baby,

and go right back in.

If you were gonna go back to jail,

I shouldn't have went in the first place.

You shoulda went, and you know why.

'Cause it would have stopped you from getting high.

You don't think I know why you lost the baby?

And then you kept getting high and turning tricks

'til they busted you back.

Yeah, I did know you were out

and I didn't come see you

'cause I would have beat your silly ass.

Trust.

You ain't wanna see me.

- Yeah, I mean, I guess you're right.

But Na, shit got really hard when you went back in.

And then after the miscarriage, I dunno,

I guess I just lost whatever morals I had left.

- Still, you still trickin'.

- Not really, like just for side money.

Not that much.

I mean it's not really easy getting money

when you're on house arrest.

So I guess you are still mad at me.

- No, I'm not mad at you, not anymore.

- So what, you just don't care?

- Hey, I'm here risking my freedom again

behind your shit.

You always keep me in trouble.

(phone ringing)

- Whatever, yo.

- Yo.

Cool.

Marty at the door.

Hey.

You know how we playing this, right?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- [Marty] How are you, Bern?

- [Bernadette] Hey Marty.

(mumbling)

- Nice place.

Sup.

- What's going on?

- Yeah, you?

- Alright.

- Chillin'.

So I saw Trent.

He gave me this.

- Good stuff, huh?

- Damn right, it's some good shit.

How much of it you got?

- How much you want?

- About a couple of Zs.

- It's gonna be 15 per.

- Give me two.

Hate to see you go, love to watch you leave.

- So what if we need some more?

- Better get it quick man 'cause I don't know

how long I'm gonna have it, you know what I'm saying?

- Then we'll take it all.

- What the fuck is you doing, man?

- What the fuck it look like, asshole?

We want all the dope.

- Trent said y'all was cool.

- It is cool.

Cool with us.

Where the fuck's your girlfriend?

'Cause when she gets back getting your stash.

- Making a big mistake.

- Shut the fuck up!

What's taking her so long?

(kicks)

(gun firing) (screams)

(intense music)

(biting) (cries out)

(punching and kicking)

(gun firing)

(dramatic music)

(sighing)

- Let's go get the other one.

- No.

Fuck, yo.

Fuck my life.

A horror show.

My life's a fucking horror show.

I'm so sorry for getting you into this.

I should have never called you.

I didn't think it was gonna turn out like this.

Shit, I really didn't think it was gonna turn out like this.

There's no way we can get rid of all of these, is there?

Yo Na, you could still get out of this.

You could just leave.

Nobody saw you come in here

and nobody has to see you go.

There's really nothing connecting you to me

or any of this fucking bullshit.

You should just go, Na.

- B.

- No, Na.

I'm not letting you take the fall for me, not again.

- Hey.

Nobody's taking a fall.

We gonna figure this out.

- How, Na?

How?

How the fuck we gonna figure this shit out?

What we gonna do?

Burn the fucking house down?

- I thought about it.

- Even if we did, if they don't find my body

they gonna hunt me forever.

- Then we just gotta find some place they don't hunt.

- So where you wanna go, Na?

Somalia?

You wanna become pirates?

(chuckles)

Yo this shit is crazy.

Bullshit.

Na.

What's taking you so long?

- Why you rushing?

- Be careful.

- You okay?

- As good as I'm gonna be.

Some bullshit.

Thank you.

Got blood all over my bra.

- You just got shot, you're worried about blood on your bra?

(sighs)

- That's some bullshit.

(clears throat)

Yo, you think Trent fucked us?

- I wanna say no.

I've known Trent a long time

and I don't think he'd do something like this, but--

- But he may have known what Marty was planning.

What do we do?

- Wait until he comes back.

If our papers are ready, we pay him.

But if he don't come back and if he don't call.

- Right.

- It's missing the monitor.

- Yeah, I know, glad that thing is gone.

At least I can move around now.

- Yeah, planning an escape with you lojacked,

that would have been a problem.

- Basically.

By the time they come looking for us

we should be long gone.

Yo you sure you still trying to come with me?

You could still get out of this.

Just asking.

(buzzing)

We expecting company?

- It's cool, it's Karen and the professor.

- Oh, I didn't know they were still around.

- Yeah they just keep it on the low.

- So we don't need this?

- I'ma get the door.

Get the lights, close the door.

- Right.

(trippy music)

- I remember you.

- You should.

- So you've gone from buyer to seller.

- Yeah, well I'm reformed.

- Good, 'cause you were one nasty junkie.

- Yeah, most junkies usually are.

- Is this right?

This can't be right.

- You looking at it.

- Hmm, how much?

- How much you want?

- You have a kilo?

- You got key dough?

Whoa, be easy.

- Oh, aren't we jumpy?

- It's been that kind of night.

- May I?

- [Naeem] Go ahead.

(dramatic music)

- How about 50?

- I'm starting to feel better.

Bye.

So how much?

- With Marty's cash, 54 six.

- $54,600.

Damn, yo, I still can't believe we got it all.

- Costly.

- Yo, I gotta say this again.

Nobody knows you're here

and nobody's gonna come looking for you.

- Yeah.

- We can't just dump three bodies, Na.

And we cannot burn the fucking house down.

- Why not?

- Because.

It would destroy that crazy motherfucker's body

and his notebook.

- So what?

- So?

Yo, what if that was one of your family members?

Wouldn't you want them to be buried properly?

17 girls in that fucking book and half of them

the cops don't even know they're dead.

Probably don't even know they're missing.

- So what you want, draw the cops a road map?

- No.

I want them to know where the victims are

and I want them to know that he is the pizza box

serial killer.

- B.

That's a real noble cause.

However.

- It probably wouldn't matter either way.

My blood's on his hands, his clothes.

Even if we did burn him

the cops would still look for a female's body.

Mine.

- Your blood, little bit of dope, and three dead bodies?

If I was a cop, I'd be thinking you were a victim

whose body we ain't find.

- Yeah.

Then the question is if they find me alive

do they send my ass back to jail?

- Now that depends on how good your story is.

You have to make them believe that you were

one of the lucky victims that just so happened to get away.

- Alright.

So leave town now, watch the investigation,

it goes our way, come back.

If not, stay gone.

All this bullshit for fucking $54,000.

- It's the hood.

People have died for less.

- So is it set?

- Yeah, they can't miss it.

- Cool, now what about Trent?

- Oh, we definitely going to see Trent.

Coincidence?

- Yeah, I got it.

Let's go.

- Where do you think you're going?

- Who are you?

- This is Jake Penny, my parole officer.

- Didn't she tell you she was on house arrest?

- Do you usually make house calls this late?

- Sometimes, yeah.

- This is my cousin Naeem.

Remember I was telling you about him, from out of town?

From Ohio?

He just stopped by here on his way back to his hotel.

- I thought you said he was coming by on Tuesday.

- Yo Na, you can go, I'm alright.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

- Look, it's okay, I'm a cop.

- Oh, I feel safer already.

- Yo Jake, what are you doing here?

- Where's your monitor?

- Oh, it fell off.

- When?

- About an hour ago.

- So you weren't gonna call me and say anything?

- No, not til tomorrow.

Why, did it go off?

- The heat sensor lost contact with your skin.

Come on, let me see it.

- Do we have to do this now?

- Come on, let's go.

It just fell off, huh?

- [Bernadette] Yeah, it just dropped off.

- When your cousin came by from Ohio.

- You know, you could have called, Jake.

You didn't have to come all the way out here.

- You don't like my visits?

- Not as much as you do.

- Yeah, I like seeing you.

Gotta figure out a way to put this back on, though.

- You think you could leave it off?

Just for tonight?

(laughing)

- Are you asking me for a favor?

- You know it's not a favor if I have to pay you.

- What is this?

- [Bernadette] What?

- [Jake] This blood from your ankle monitor.

- I don't know.

- What the fuck is going on?

The fuck is going on here?

- What are you talking about?

- As many times as I've been here

I've never seen this door closed before.

- So what?

I closed the door, big deal.

Jake.

- Shut the fuck up.

What happened in here?

It's a splatter pattern.

The hell?

Somebody's been shot in here.

- [Bernadette] What the fuck, Jake?

You CSI now?

Come outta there.

- Guess you won't mind if I take a look around.

- You a cop.

(suspenseful music)

- What the fuck is this?

The fuck?

Stay there, don't fucking move.

Should call for backup.

- No, Jake, you can't.

If you do that, they'll send my ass back to jail.

- Why, you didn't have anything to do with this, did you?

Did you?

Did you?

Put your hands where I can see 'em!

- I'm sorry, Jake.

I'm really sorry.

(buzzing)

- Cop tased by unarmed black man.

Now that's a switch.

So I heard part of that sideway conversation

you two were having.

What the hell going on between you two?

- He's a male parole officer, I'm a female parolee.

A known sex worker.

Doesn't take much of imagination to fill in those blanks.

- Wow.

- Men have no idea what women go through.

- Sorry.

- So what are we gonna do?

He saw you leaving and he saw the bodies.

- I say we whack this motherfucker

and blame it on the serial killer.

- Oh yeah, who's gonna do it?

You?

I didn't think so.

- Hey, you on a roll, baby.

- Yeah, and Jake's a bad guy, but he's not a killer.

A sexual opportunist, maybe, but he's no killer.

- Maybe it ain't fair, but our big problem

just became bigger.

We gonna need another plan.

- I may have one.

- [Naeem] What, a plan?

- Yeah.

It's kinda complicated and he's gonna have to cooperate,

but the shit might work.

- And just how we gonna get him to cooperate?

- I'm gonna show you.

(dramatic music)

- The hell is that?

- It's the plan.

(moaning)

- Does he know you have this?

- No.

- No?

- No, I record all the johns that come in my bedroom.

For security reasons.

- Hmm.

He would definitely lose his job behind this.

May even give him some jail time.

- Yep.

- B, I'm sorry this happened to you.

But how is this gonna help us out?

- He's a PO and a cop.

The police'll believe whatever he says.

- And what do we need him to say?

- That he came by here to check on me

and saw I was being attacked.

And being the hero cop that he is--

- Saved the day.

And stopped the infamous pizza box killer.

- And what about the other two?

- They were his accomplices and they fought

and he killed both of them right in front of me

and it was really horrible.

- You're gonna need a better performance than that.

- Whatever.

- I don't know, B.

It may work.

We get our story straight and if he sticks with it--

- Please, there's nothing Jake wants more

than to be reinstated into his old job.

And being hailed as the hero cop

who singlehandedly stopped a mass murderer

and brought closure to the victims' families

I'm sure will go a long way into doing that.

Shit, he may even get a promotion.

- I don't have a plan.

And we running out of options.

Did you record you and the killer?

- Yeah.

Come on, Jake, come on Jake.

Jake.

(slapping)

Jake, wake up.

(rips)

Jake. - What the fuck?

- You okay?

Are you alright?

- Bitch!

No I'm not okay, get me out of this shit!

What the fuck are you doing?

- [Bernadette] It's alright.

- Calm down man, calm down.

- The fuck are you doing?

What happened to those guys upstairs?

- Let me see that.

Jake, I need you to pay attention for a second for me.

Alright?

- What the fuck is this?

- Pay attention.

(moaning)

- Fucking bitch.

- Yeah.

Now even though you forced me to trade sex for favors,

I still like you, Jake.

And I know how badly you want to be reinstated

as a detective.

So even though this shit looks bad,

I need you to look at this as an opportunity.

- What kind of fucking opportunity is this?

What did you do to those guys upstairs?

- I'll show you what happened to them.

(screaming)

- Oh my god.

- That's the pizza box serial killer.

- You got away from this?

- Barely.

And I will always remember him.

- Did you kill those guys upstairs?

- They were both killed with his gun.

- Here's the deal.

She can't go back to jail.

Not for defending herself.

- Look, under these circumstances I can't make that call.

- Here's how it plays out.

The pizza box killer, he killed his two accomplices.

When you were coming by to check her monitor alarm,

you come to her rescue.

In the scuffle she gets the gun, shoots him dead.

You're the hero.

- And if I don't play along with this,

this clip is gonna be leaked to the press?

- Look Jake.

This notebook right here was in his case.

He has the history of all his murdered victims in here.

There's girls in this book the FBI don't even know about.

Imagine what that would do for the victims' families.

And you could be the one to turn it all in, case closed.

- Listen, John, James, whatever the fuck your name is.

At the very least they'll reconsider you for your gig.

Told you he should have been number four.

- Shut up.

(phone ringing)

Oh shit, it's Larky, she's outside.

- [Naeem] Outside?

- Yeah, I forgot she was coming to get her money.

Can you let her in?

I'll be right out.

- [Naeem] Keep him quiet.

- Making a big fucking mistake Bernadette--

(muffled shouting)

- Look, Jake, just think about it.

Best case, you're a hero cop that just solved

the biggest string of mass murders in recent history.

And worse case your ass is gonna end up in a cell

next to mine.

Think about it.

(muffled shouting)

- Hey baby.

- Hey Larky.

- I didn't know Naeem was here.

- She missed me.

Who's this?

- This is William.

William, Naeem, Bernadette.

- Pleasure.

- New guy?

- No, he's a business partner.

- Oh, that's kinda funny.

I always pictured you as being a solo act.

- Yes, I am, in your business.

But this is a new business.

- Oh, I see.

So how can I help?

- The guy I sent you tonight, William is looking for him.

He seems to have gone missing.

- He's missing?

- I was supposed to meet him tonight

and he didn't show.

I'm just trying to find out the last place he was seen.

- Oh, well he left here around 10.

Remember, I called you.

- Yeah, I remember.

- Did you try calling his phone?

He had a few phone calls while he was here.

- Yes, yes, no answer.

I'll track him down, thank you.

- We'll keep looking.

- Okay.

(winces)

- B, you okay?

- Yeah, I'm alright.

(punches)

- What the hell are you doing?

- Shut up and get over there with them.

You, move.

Move! - Get off of me.

- Sit down, sit down!

- Yo, you're making a big mistake.

(groaning)

- What's wrong with your leg?

He cut you, didn't he?

Yeah, he marked you.

But why are you still alive?

- What are you talking about?

- She know what I mean, don't you?

Hmm?

- You mean to tell me you knew about him?

You knew he was a fucking psychopathic serial killer?

- Killer?

- The pizza box serial killer.

- How did you get away?

You supposed to be dead.

- Yeah well I'm not dead.

- Not yet.

- Motherfucker.

- Wait, no!

- Come on hero, come on! - No!

- Come on, be a hero, give me a reason.

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

He's not gonna kill me.

Not yet anyway.

'Cause he hasn't gotten what he come here for.

- What did he come here for?

- A kilo of brown heroin.

- Where is it?

Where is John?

- Oh John?

I killed him.

He's dead.

(laughing)

- Yeah, right.

Maybe he killed, but I don't think the two of yous

could take John out.

- He's dead?

You sent him here knowing that he was a killer?

To my girls?

- Larky, you didn't know about any of this?

- No!

I knew he moved a little dope, but--

- She didn't know what he was carrying.

You think I'm gonna let somebody know

what he was carrying?

Now where is he?

- He's upstairs.

You wanna see him?

- I'm getting tired of your shit.

- You know what else he had on him?

A little book with the names of 17 murdered girls.

- B.

- But you knew about all that, didn't you?

You knew this crazy motherfucker was running around

killing innocent girls, and you ain't even give a shit.

- B. - As long as he was

moving your fucking drugs.

- What am I, his fucking conscience?

Now where's my goddamn dope?

I'm not playing around, bitch.

- Oh I sold it.

- You sold it.

A whole kilo in what, three hours?

- Badass bitch, ain't I?

- Okay.

Okay.

So let's say I believe you,

that John is dead and you sold the dope.

Where's the fucking money?

- Why do you wanna know about that?

You ain't getting none of that shit.

After what your partner put me through,

cutting me up and torturing me?

Motherfucker you still owe me.

- Well I'm gonna pay you right now.

(shouting)

(gun firing)

(intense music)

(punching) (shouting)

- Hey hero, come on!

Bitch!

(stabs) (cries out)

(dramatic music)

- Yo Na, you alright?

- Yeah, I'm alright.

- What about you, Larky?

- I'm okay.

(groaning)

- What about you, Jake?

Are you okay?

- That's a dumb question, I've been shot.

Oh fuck.

- We gotta rearrange the bodies.

- Yeah, just the serial killers.

- Okay.

- Thanks for saving my life.

- Yeah, no problem.

- Now do we have a deal?

- Do I have a fucking choice?

- No, not really.

Yo Na I gotta call now so that's gonna give you

10 minutes tops.

- Cool.

- Larky, if anybody should ask you, you were not here.

You did tell him where I was

and you sent crazy to me but you never came here,

you didn't see anything, you don't know what's going on.

Clear? - Clear.

- Let's go.

- Alright, I'm gonna call now.

- Hurry the fuck up.

- Stay with me, Jake.

- Yes, hello, I need an ambulance at 4527 Amber Street.

Please hurry, somebody's been shot.

- Why didn't you say police officer shot?

- 'Cause they'd be here in two minutes

and we need that time to get our story straight.

If they think it's just some hood kid

they'll take their time.

- Alright.

- Alright.

So this is how it went down.

You came over here because my ankle monitor alerted you

to check on me, I wasn't answering my phone,

I didn't answer the doorbell, so you went around the side--

(sirens wailing)

- [Reporter] Police have recovered two more victims

of the monster known as pizza box serial killer.

So named for his habit of ordering take out pizza

and burying the empty box with his victims.

The recovery comes in the wake of the serial killer's

own death at the hands of an intended victim,

Bernadette Lawson, a prostitute who would have been killed

had it not been for the quick action of her parole

officer, Jacob Penny, who came to her rescue

after the alarm on her ankle monitoring device

was triggered when her attacker ripped it from her leg.

- Why are you still listening to that?

- I just wanna make sure they didn't learn anything new,

I guess, I mean, they're not stupid,

they know it didn't happen the way Jake and I said.

It was just the best way to spin it

to tie up all those loose ends.

- At least you got your name on the radio.

So how's your ex parole officer?

- Got his job back.

Hero cop back on the scene.

You know, normal shit.

- So I guess everything went as planned?

He did you right, got you off with time served.

You do know he knows you still have that video?

- Yeah, but that's not why he did it.

He knows I would never use that video.

Jake's an okay guy.

- Another crooked cop.

- So I guess I need a new job, huh?

- You got enough money to last you about a year.

Long as you don't splurge.

Least til you figure out what you wanna do.

That should make you happy.

- I killed four people in one night.

- Maybe they deserve to be dead.

You saved my life.

Thank you very much.

To new beginnings.

- New beginnings.

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♫ 'Cause I bend laws but they break laws

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