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No!

Don't!

Don't!

Drop it now!

Fuck.

Shit.

It's real simple.

Just close your eyes.

And go to fucking sleep.

Shit.

Whew.

Hey, what up, Trevor?

Not much, man.

Just ready to get this convention over with.

Yeah, I heard that.

Come on in.

Not to blow myself up too much, but, uh...

this might be my best work yet.

Oh, wow, yeah.

The color on the twin decade of achievement stamps looks perfect.

All five look amazing.

But then again...

I wouldn't have expect anything less.

Thank you, my friend.

Now, uh...

You're not gonna try to pass these off as the real thing

to some poor dumb ass of a collector, are you?

How could I, Will?

There's a watermark in the back of each one that says reproduction.

Just making sure you noticed.

Yeah, I noticed.

So you just stick the stamp on the page directly?

You could, but that's gonna decrease their value.

So I recommend, um...

using these. Hingeless mounts.

No, as much as I wish they were,

they are not the original inverted Jennies.

Those are the 2013 reproductions.

Sixty five...

No, sorry.

Forgot. There we go.

Seventy five.

You thought about investing in a hand truck?

Yeah, I had one, but the wheel broke.

Oh, lucky me.

How'd you sell?

I sold dick.

I didn't think they'd let you do that here.

They do't.

But I'll do anything for a buck.

Yeah, so I heard.

So where you headed off to now?

Well, headed up north to do some business.

Hey, am I gonna see you at the show in Wilmington next month?

It depends.

On what?

Whether or not you buy a new hand truck.

Thanks again, Dale. Appreciate it.

Take it easy. You too.

Hello.

May I speak to Trevor Conroy, please?

Speaking.

Hi, this is Barbara Owings calling from the Greenview apartment leasing office.

How are you today?

Uh, listen, if this is about the routing number, I already fixed it on the app.

So the payment should go through no problem now.

No it's not about the rent. I's about your apartment.

What about it?

There was a smoke detector inspection yesterday

and when maintenance entered your residence, they found a family in there of...

Wait, whoa, wait, a a family?

I don't... I don't have any family.

I live alone.

No, not people.

What?

It was squirrels.

Squirrels?

Yes. A family of squirrels is living in your apartment.

I'm sorry?

Mr. Conroy, we allow dogs and cats...

But not squirrels.

Good to know, except, uh, I don't own any squirrels.

They're not yours?

No.

Then what are they doing in there?

I don't know...

Mixing cocktails and having a soiree.

What?

I I must have left the porch door open by accident.

When was that?

I don't remember.

I'm at my apartment like one night a month.

Well, apparently they destroyed a lot of your personal items.

Oh, man.

It is your responsibility to make sure your doors are locked,

and Mr. Conroy, please,

Yeah, listen, I'm gonna have to call you back, okay?

Just, uh, let me know when my apartment is critter free.

Hello.

Its Andre Duvall.

Mr. DuVall, good to hear from you.

I'm leaving for Paris in four days.

I'd like to make sure the covers are in my possession before then.

Yeah, I'm, uh, I I'm driving up to the Cape right now.

I should be there day after tomorrow, say around, uh, 3 PM.

Make it 3:25.

Okay, 3:25.

I want to make sure I receive them in my own hands.

Do not let any one else here touch them.

Is that clear?

Absolutely.

Um, now, in terms of payment, uh

When you hand me the covers, I will hand you a check.

Sounds perfect.

And please wear gloves.

I'm sorry?

To the transaction, wear gloves.

I don't want to contaminate the covers. Or you.

Right.

Wait, me?

See you in two days.

Right, but are you, um, I'm sorry, are you are you contagious or

At 3:25.

The fuck was that?

Jesus!

Just go around me.

What are you doing?

Hey, are are you okay?

Thank you. 'm okay.

Please help me.

Um.

With what?

He's looking for me.

Who?

My ex.

He's trying to kill me.

He, um

He grabbed me in the driveway and forced me into his truck and I...

jumped out at the light a few blocks down, and I just ran and

I don't know if he saw me come in here, but...

Okay, okay.

Why don't we... why don't we call the police, okay?

No, no, we...

can't call the police.

They think I...

stole a car.

Just now?

No My ex

stole a car.

But I was with him, so now...

I'm an accomplice.

Please. my life is in danger. 'm...

Okay, Hey, listen.

I don't know who you are, but...

I'm begging you.

What do you want me to do?

I don't want any one here seeing us leaving together just in case he...

comes in here

and asks a bunch of questions so

I'm going to go to the bathroom and then

In, like

five minutes can you just meet me out back?

I just

Need a ride into the next town and then I'll I'll figure it out from there.

Please.

Okay.

Okay?

Yeah.

Okay. Thank you.

Sure.

Five minutes okay?

Five minutes.

Could I get one to go?

Shit!

God damn it!

What the fuck, dude?

Hey, why did you leave me back there?

Because I don't have time for bullshit.

What?

Where is he?

Where's who?

Your psycho ex. If he's so dangerous, what are you doing out here completely exposed?

Well, I saw him drive off in the other direction, so

Yeah, right.

Why don't you believe me?

You said you jumped out of his truck

and ran a few blocks to get to the diner, right?

Yeah, I did.

Well, it's at least 78 degrees out and a little on the humid side.

Yet, after running, what, half a mile?

There's not an ounce of sweat on your face or your shirt.

What can I say I don't sweat, you know?

This is just how I'm built.

Okay.

Well, once you were at the diner, there was a table of

of four women.

Four women who offered you help.

And yet you sought out me.

A lone, middle aged man who could turn out to be a total creep.

Now, why is that?

I don't know, call me sexist.

I just thought maybe a man would be able to protect me a little bit better.

See, that's not it.

I think the reason you chose me is because you were hoping I would be a creep.

Someone willing to follow you anywhere.

In other words, an easy mark.

What are you talking about?

If I had met you back there...

You and your boyfriend would've tried to roll me.

You think we would've robbed you?

I said try.

Not succeed.

Wait, hold on.

You have to help me.

Get away from the door.

If he finds me, he's gonna kill me.

I have an aunt who lives in North Carolina.

If you can just get me to a

bus stop on the other side of town and...

maybe help with a ticket.

I'll pay you back.

I just

I just need a little help.

Does she live near 95?

Yeah, just outside of Fayetteville.

I'm driving up to Cape Cod.

I can take you to your aunt's house.

Thank you.

But listen, I'm not a big conversationalist, all right?

So it's going to be a quiet ride.

Not a problem.

I'm Macy, by the way.

Trevor.

Thanks, Trevor.

So why are you going up to Cape Cod?

Business.

What kind of business?

I'd rather not talk about it.

Can we listen to some music?

No.

You must be really fun at parties.

I don't go to parties.

Color me surprised.

Yeah, that's okay.

Uh, could I get a number one?

Thank you.

All right.

All right, here's your food.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Where are you going?

I'm going to go eat.

I thought we'd just eat in the car.

No, you're going to eat in the car.

I'm going to go sit in the restaurant.

Why?

Because it's a long drive and I need time to myself.

I'll be quiet.

It doesn't matter.

You're still here.

Oh, and don't try to steal my car.

There's a cop parked right over there.

Little thief.

I knew it.

Okay.

Nice try, but...

Sorry, I had a hang nail.

It's okay.

Just, you know, ask me next time before you...

root around my stuff.

What...

What are you doing?

Just looking for a place to put my gum.

No, no, no!

What? Don't put your gum on that!

I's an empty envelope, man!

You'll ruin it!

Here!

Use that.

Yeah, I think it's okay.

Sorry.

I meant to put this in one of my albums.

You put envelopes into albums?

Yes.

Why?

Because I'm a philatalist.

A philatelist

Is that some kind of doctor?

No.

A philatelist is someone who, uh, collects postal items.

Like stamps.

Stamps.

Yes.

Like the little things that you put on an envelope to put in the mail?

Yes.

So you like stickers?

They're not They're not stickers.

The're not?

No.

Are they made of paper?

Yes.

Do they have adhesive on the back?

Yes.

You attach them to other pieces of paper?

Yes

That's a fucking sticker.

Look, there's a lot more to stamps than just their basic elements.

Like what?

Well, stamps can have a lot of historical, political,

and artistic significance that you can study and appreciate.

No, that you can study and appreciate.

I grew out of stickers, like, in the eighth grade.

Just saying, in general, there's a lot of interesting facets to stamps.

Is that one valuable?

Pretty valuable. A liberty three cent can fetch anywhere

between 50 and 100 bucks, depending on the condition.

But in this case, I'm more interested in the entire envelope.

Here, check out the uh, photograph and the autograph on there.

Who's the dude?

That dude is Alfred Hitchcock.

Now, you probably don't know who he is, but

He's a famous director, right?

He did Vertigo and North by Northwest .

Shit, color me impressed.

Why?

I just didn't think anyone born after 1990 cared about anything longer than a TikTok video.

My mom had this ex-boyfriend and he

liked old Hitchcock movies and we watched a few together.

Sounds like a cool guy.

Oh, yeah, he was super cool,

especially when he had my mom sign over our house to him,

and then he emptied out her bank account, and then we ended up on the street.

So, he was, yeah...

Super cool dude.

Sorry to hear that.

Whatever.

Can we stop for the bathroom?

Yeah, sure.

I'll be right back.

What's his name?

Who?

Your ex boyfriend.

Vic.

Does Vic know where your aunt lives?

No.

Good.

It's getting late.

We should probably stop at a motel.

Hey, I really appreciate all the things that you're doing for me right now,

but I just I don't feel comfortable getting a hotel.

It's it's okay.

I'll get you your own room.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

So are you married?

No, I'm not married, not, uh, anymore.

Girlfriend?

No.

Do you like guys?

No.

Then why haven't you tried anything with me?

I just do't, uh...

I just don't like getting too close to people.

Not even for, like, one night stands?

Really don't feel comfortable having this conversation right now.

Is it ED?

Please stop.

You know they have pills for that now.

Jesus Christ.

Did she pass away?

Who?

Your wife?

No.

Then why aren't you married anymore?

I'm not going there.

Did she have an affair?

No.

Did you have an affair?

No.

Or was she like really annoying?

No, but you are.

Did she not pay enough attention to her?

Late nights at work.

Missed dinners.

Did you become obsessed with...

Stop! Stop, now, okay?

This conversation is over.

Fine.

This one's mine.

That one's yours.

Macy.

Macy, are you okay?

'm fine. Go back to bed.

Yeah, I'd feel better if you'd open the door to show me you're okay, please.

Jesus Christ, Trevor.

You're all right?

Yeah, fine.

Are you alone?

Yes.

Sure?

Oh, yeah, no, now that you mentioned it,

there's a whole college football team in the back. We're gonna bang.

I thought I heard you screaming.

Guess it was someone else.

Have a good night.

Little late for that.

Just one question.

Do you have enough condoms for the whole team?

Go fuck yourself.

Great.

Just what I need.

New shit to keep me awake.

Okay.

Come on.

Let's go.

Could have been a coincidence.

Then again, maybe it wasn't.

Maybe someone knows what I've got.

And followed me from the convention.

This is why I took precautions.

But the last thing I want is for things to get ugly.

I've just got to make it up to Cape Cod.

Get that money.

And then send the check.

After that

I don't give a shit what happens to me.

Hey.

Keys are on the seat.

Thanks.

Here.

What's this?

Tha's a coffee.

Thanks.

Hey, that's really good.

It's fine.

You're a good artist.

You ever thought about doing it professionally?

No, my mom always said that art was a trivial career.

So I didn't do anything with it.

Well, has she actually seen any of your drawings?

Not sober.

Well, I don't know.

You're pretty good. I think you could make a career at it.

Hey, there's no way Vic could be tracking your location through your phone, is there?

No, why?

Just just asking.

Hey text me your aunt's address.

We should hit North Carolina in about two hours.

What the fuck are you doing?

Well, I was about to smoke a cigarette.

Okay, Boomer.

Hey, I'm Gen X, not a boomer, okay?

Is there are difference?

Yes, big difference.

Boomers were the first generation that grew up watching TV.

Gen X was the first generation that perfected watching TV.

Why don't you just vape?

Like normal people.

Because vaping will kill you.

Oh, and cigarettes are healthy now.

Pretty sure people have come back around to cigarettes.

Pretty sure they haven't.

Hey, where's your, uh, where's your coffee?

Hmm?

The coffee I got you back at the motel.

Um

Shit.

I must have lifted on the roof when we stopped for gas.

My bad.

Whoa, whoa, shit.

What was that?

Flat tire.

Damn it.

Damn.

That sucks.

Yeah, well, help me get these boxes out of the trunk so I can get to a spare.

Jesus Christ, are you okay?

Yeah, fine.

Thanks.

Keep meaning to get a new album.

This one keeps opening up.

Who was she?

Just someone.

Let's just change the tire and get out of here, okay?

Was she your daughter?

Your sister?

I don't want to talk about it.

Who was she to you?

I said, just let it go, okay?

What's the big secret?

I mean, why won't you tell me who she was to you?

I'm just asking a simple question.

I said I don't want to talk about it.

Now drop it.

What are you doing?

We have to stay on the highway to get to my aunt's house.

It's like another 100 miles to her exit.

So this is what we're doing?

Get out.

What the hell is going on?

I don't want to drive you anymore.

What?

Here.

Take the train.

What's this?

That is money.

Use that to buy a train ticket.

Wha...

What about my ex?

You said he doesn't know where your aunt lives,

so he can't hurt you and my job is done.

Wait, wait, hold... I...

I... I don't even know what train to take.

You'll figure it out.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have asked about the newspaper clippings.

It was none of my business.

I... I shouldn't have pried.

It's not about that.

Then what's it about?

Things keep happening.

And they probably aren't connected, and I'm probably just being paranoid, but

My brain won't shut off, and I'm worried about you on top of it.

And I just...

cannot be concerned about you right now.

Why not?

Because you deserve better than my concern.

I deserve...

What does that even mean?

I wasn't always a stamp dealer.

I used to be a cop.

A cop.

Detective.

So what happened?

There was this guy.

He's a real piece of shit drug dealer named Frederick Dechell.

Went by the name of Freddie D.

Who killed an entire family of a user who had stiffed him.

I'd been after Freddy for a while.

Tons of leads. None of them went anywhere.

And then one December...

I'm at the mall to buy some Christmas presents for my wife.

And as I'm walking in...

guess who comes walking out?

He looked different.

He had shaved his head, grew a beard.

But I recognized him.

And he recognized me, too.

Because as soon as he sees me, he just draws on me, so I draw on him, too and

He starts firing, and I fire back.

Just as I'm about to pull the trigger a third time

this 18 year old girl comes walking out of the mall and

The timing was unreal.

Because she walked right out of that door, and right into my bullet.

Got her dead center in the chest.

She went down like a stone.

Even took Freddy by surprise, because he just

lowered his gun and just stared at her for what seemed like, I don't know, two minutes.

But it wasn't two minutes. It was more like two seconds.

Because I immediately raised my gun and shot at him.

Got him in the chest, too.

Unfortunately, my aim wasn't as accurate as fat's.

Because, uh

He lived.

And she didn't.

Teresa Hopkins.

Must be real hard to live with that.

Oh, it's...

It's nearly impossible.

I'm sure the pain I feel is nothing...

compared to the pain that her family feels.

Is Teresa's death why you got divorced?

She... She loved me.

So she stayed with me for a while, but

It's kind of hard to love someone who isn't able to reciprocate it.

So

Yeah, she left.

It was an accident, right?

Could have happened to anyone.

Yeah, it could have.

But it happened to me.

So I have to live with it.

I guess I...

should go check on those bus times. Hey, listen...

Don't worry about it, all right? I'll... I'll, uh

I'll take you to your aunt's house.

Really?

Yeah.

Thanks.

But first, I got to hit the restroom.

I'll, uh, grab some snacks.

Freeze asshole.

What do you what do you want?

The five Sieger covers in your car.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Just get them out of your car

unless you want your brains splattered all over the pavement.

I'm glad you're not a doctor.

What?

Because you don't no shit about anatomy.

You don't...

Open the door, and get the covers.

All right, all right, just take it easy.

Come on, man.

Come on, open the door.

Get in the car.

You okay?

Yeah, you?

Fine. Who the fuck was that guy?

I don't know.

He didn't get the covers, though, did he?

What? No... No, I still have them.

Good.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Oh!

God.

What's wrong? Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I just gotta...

I gotta pull over somewhere.

You sure you're okay?

Yeah, he just slammed my head pretty hard against the car.

Listen, can you give me a favor?

There's a first aid kit in the trunk. Could you grab it?

I've got some heavy duty painkillers in there.

Hang tight. Thanks

Jesus.

You scared me.

Here. Her's the kit.

Thank you.

Athena.

What?

You heard me.

Athena Hopkins.

Shit.

Athena

Athena

Athena

Athena!

Stop your stupid doodling and pay attention.

Where's mine?

Your what?

You got yourself another drink.

Where's mine?

I didn't get you one.

Why not?

Not a mind reader, Athena.

What the hell's wrong with you?

Okay. You wanna know what's wrong with me?

I'll tell you what's wrong with me.

I am so sick and tired of you wasting all of our rent money on drugs.

I told you, I'm not spending the money on drugs.

I spent the money on my truck so I can go to work.

You'd have to have a job to go to work, Vic.

I'm working on that.

And you know what?

We wouldn't even be in this situation if you would just sue Conroy.

How many times do I have to tell you this?

My mom tried eight years ago.

And it didn't work.

He deserves to pay.

I can you help with that.

Hey, what are you doing?

I didn't invite you over.

No, you didn't.

Hello, Athena.

My name's Dale Nicholson.

I've been looking for you.

Hey, man, back off.

We're not swingers, okay?

Tha's not what I'm here for.

Then what do you want?

I want to help you get what yo're owed.

So now he just drives around the country and deals at these stamp shows.

He makes good money doing that?

Trevor doesn't care about the money.

He never has.

That doesn't mean he doesn't have some valuable shit.

Because he does.

Like what?

You ever heard of the Apollo missions?

Like Greek gods and stuff?

No dumbass like rockets, right?

Apollo was a space mission back in the day.

Most people don't know this, but there was a huge scandal

that rocked the space program back in the early 70s.

In 1972 three astronauts,

David Scott, Alfred Worden, and James Irwin,

Made a deal with a guy named Horst Eiermann to have 400

postmarked envelopes, also known as covers,

taken to the moon on the Apollo 15 mission.

Now, taking postmarked envelopes into space was a pretty common practice.

But the covers that Scott, Worden, and Irwin agreed to take weren't approved.

They were contraband.

The idea was that when the astronauts got back, Eiermann,

through his partner Herman Sieger,

would give each astronaut seven grand for them.

Which, back in 1972, was a shit ton of money.

Problem is, it was a big no-no for astronauts

to take unauthorized items into space.

And a beggar no-no to profit off of em.

So now those unauthorized covers are where the whole lot of lettuce.

Okay, so let me guess.

Conroy's got one.

No.

He doesn't have one.

He's got five.

How did he get five?

Who knows?

Maybe he found him at a garage sale of some poor bastard

who didn't know what he had.

The point is, he's got them.

And he's looking to cash him in.

All right... Interesting story...

Isn't it?

You want another drink?

Yeah!

I don't like this.

You want a shot instead?

Don't play dumb with me.

What do you mean?

I mean, it sounds a lot like you're trying to get us to do your

dirty work and then you're just gonna take all the money.

Absolutely not.

We'd be partners in this.

But she was your sister, so you deserve more.

So 60-40 split.

70-30.

65-35.

Fine.

But I still don't get it.

Why do you need our help?

Why don't you just do this by yourself?

Because he knows me, it'd be too obvious.

Eight years ago, you were practically a child.

He has no idea what you look like now.

You don't have any social media.

Now, Trevor's gonna be at a stamp show in Tampa on Thursday.

I'm 95% certain he's driving up to Cape Cod afterward to sell the covers to a collector.

When he stops to get some food

That's when you make your move.

What kind of move?

Hey, just so we're clear.

She doesn't have to screw him, right?

No, she doesn't have to screw him.

She doesn't even have to flirt with him.

She just needs to play on his sympathies.

Sympathies.

Get him to believe you're something that you are clearly not.

A scared, helpless little girl.

- Depends. - On what?

Whether or not you buy a new hand truck.

Thanks again, Dale. Appreciate it.

- Take it easy. - You too.

We're on.

Stupid waste of time.

What the hell is the matter with you?

If he's got so much valuable stuff,

what's he doing driving a freaking Honda Civic?

I told you he doesn't care about the money or the flash.

Yeah, and if he doesn't care about the money,

then why is he trying to sell these space envelopes?

Who knows?

Maybe he's paying for a nephew to go to college

or he's getting ready to retire.

I have to pee soon.

Well, we can't stop until he stops so hold it.

Well, what if I can't?

Go in this.

Yeah, right.

Back off, you freaking deviant.

Would you calm down?

I was kidding

Don't tell me to calm down ass wipe!

Vic!

Damn it!

Fuck!

Athena get down.

Drive around him slowly.

Now what? We can't follow him.

He made my truck.

Keep going.

We'll keep an eye on him in the rear room mirror.

If he gets off at an exit will double back.

OK, go.

We'll be waiting around back.

Just concentrate on being convincing.

He has to totally believe your story.

Don't worry.

He'll buy it.

Please help me.

He didn't buy it.

What?

Get back in the truck.

We'll catch up to him on the highway.

Jesus Christ

He didn't even make it a half mile.

He must have a bladder the size of a walnut.

So

What now?

You're going to have to go with him

Excuse me.

Get in the car with him.

Vic can track you on his phone.

We'll take it from there.

No, I'm not getting in a car with him.

Well, you don't have much of a choice, do you?

The SUV is blown.

If he sees us, he'll know we're following him.

Look, I don't know about this.

Yeah, like what if he's some kind of freaky perv?

Yeah!

Keep in contact with us through text.

If he tries to pull anything, let us know and we'll take care of him.

Yeah, well, he didn't believe the abusive boyfriend

five minutes ago, so what makes you think he's gonna believe us now?

Jesus.

Ow!

The hell!

Well, now he's gonna buy it.

Plus, he won't try anything if you're all dinged up.

Hold that.

Why?

Well, I'm supposed to be someone else now, right?

So I can't risk having my ID.

Great idea.

Shut up.

What the hell are the covers?

So he was, yeah, super cool dude.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Whatever.

I'll be right back.

Where are you?

I'm in a bathroom stall.

Are you here?

Yeah, trying to stay out of sight.

Look go back to the car.

Say the left rear tire looks flat.

We'll sneak...

Wait.

What?

Damn it! He made us!

Shit!

OK plan B we're gonna run him over.

Don't you dare run him over.

If anybody's going to kill him, it's going to be me.

God damnit! What the fuck, Vic, are you wanted?

- Yes! - For what?

I stole a few cars! Sue me! I gotta go.

I'll text you when we're safe.

Vic?

Vic!

It's okay.

I'll get you your own room.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Vic? Hey, babe.

Where are you?

We ditched the truck, stole a Toyota Camry.

You have my location on your phone?

Yeah Wait. Are you at a motel?

Yeah.

Why?

I don't know.

He's old, and he got tired.

Do you have your own room?

Yes, I have my own room.

Did he try anything?

Did he No, he didn't try anything.

So you didn't screw him?

Screw him.

That's what you're gonna ask me right now?

He killed my fucking sister, you know that I hate this guy.

Hey, I don't know that.

You've been spending a lot of time with him.

Vic! You could have changed your mind.

Vic! Vic!

I am going to need you to shut the fuck...

Up!

Calm down.

I was just asking.

You're not asking shit. You're accusing.

But you know what?

We are done we are through.

You trying to screw me out of this money?

No.

You'll get your fucking money, But this? This is done.

You don't get me too.

Athena, don't do this to me...

Macy?

Macy, are you okay?

'm fine.

Go back to bed.

What's this?

That's a coffee.

Hey, text me your aunt's address.

We should hit North Carolina in about two hours.

Whoa, whoa! Shit!

Flat tire.

What gave me away?

You asked me if that guy took the Sieger covers.

The thing is, when he asked me that, you weren't even there.

And I haven't mentioned them to you either.

But what really sealed the deal was this.

See

This drawing

doesn't quite match the theme of the other ones.

So the guy in the parking lot was your boyfriend, right?

Yeah.

And I guess the third one was waiting in the SUV.

Third one?

The guy who told you I had the Sieger covers.

The guy who hatched the plan for you to rob me.

If I was a betting man,

I'd say that guy was my good friend Dale.

So why didn't you do it?

Why didn't I what?

Why don't you let him rob me?

I don't know. I just changed my mind.

Why?

I don't know.

Where did Macy come from?

My mom is a big Mac's Day fan.

The irony is you don't have to do that.

Well, it was the first thing that popped in my head.

Give me a break I'm not talking about the name change.

Then what are you talking about?

What is this?

Just read it.

Dear Athena,

Please find enclosed a check for the sum of...

$500,000.

I know there is no amount of money

that could take away the pain or the

heartbreak of losing your sister.

Hopefully this check will make your day to day

life easier so that you can focus on yourself and your needs.

Sincerely, Trevor Conroy

Now you can't cash that yet because I don't have the money

in my account, but

I will in two days.

You know what?

I don't want your money.

Okay?

I don't want anything...

from you.

Athena

Athena, wait.

You took her from me!

I know.

I'm sorry.

And what are you doing

keeping all those articles about her, huh?

Trying to make yourself feel better

by honoring her memory?

Whoa, whoa, wait.

You think I keep those articles to make myself feel better?

Why else would you do it?

I keep them so that I have a constant reminder

of the suffering that my actions caused.

So you want pity, then.

You

You are literally the only person

that knows about those articles.

And I didn't exactly volunteer that information to you.

Okay.

So you don't want pity.

Then what do you want from me?

Nothing.

I don't want anything from you.

You were the one who barged into my life, remember?

To steal money from me.

Which I was going to give you anyway.

But now you don't seem to want any more.

Exactly!

Exactly!

I don't...

I don't know what to do with all of this.

Oh, and you think I do.

You know, I don't want anything from you,

but I do want something for you.

To have a good life.

Now that boyfriend of yours,

he's not going to be too happy

that you threw that bag over his head and then ripped up the check.

And I will not be responsible for him hurting you.

So listen.

Let me just take you to your aunt's house and...

Ah!

I wouldn't do that if I were you!

Dale.

I knew you were an asshole.

But even I didn't think you were

a gargantuan piece of shit like this.

Love you too, Trev.

Now give me the covers.

Is that all you wanted?

Shit, man.

All you had to do is ask.

She dying?

Fuck you.

Apparently not.

You better hope she stays alive, asshole.

I got to get her in my car.

There's no time.

We'll take her to my car.

If you hurt her

I'm not gonna hurt her.

We're gonna take her to a place about an hour away.

What's the address?

I'll text you the address.

Go!

You son of a bitch!

You fuck!

You fuck...

Hello?

Mr. Duvall.

It's Trevor.

There's been a slight change of plan.

You okay?

I am now.

Although I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be

chock full of PTSD after this.

Where are they?

And they're watching.

Stand up and get behind me.

I can't.

Shit.

Dale gave me instructions for you.

Tell me.

First, he wants you to

put the gun on the floor.

No way.

Dale said you'd say that.

But h'd like to remind you

that he's got neighbors.

So you do't have to worry about him shooting

because the noise factor.

Yeah, you can muffle gunfire.

He said you'd say that too, but

He's not gonna let us walk out of here

unless you put the gun on the floor.

Fuck.

He said you'd say that as well.

And he wants you to

Show them the covers and

place them in the middle of the table.

Anything else?

No.

Then let's get out of here.

Don't.

Calm down, Trev.

No need to get excited.

Do I look excited?

Put the hammer down.

Now

You put the envelope down.

Sure.

No!

Fuck you!

Ooh!

Ah

You killed him.

Drop it.

No.

You two timing bitch.

Oh my god!

Oh my God, we've got to get you to a hospital.

Forget it.

I'm torn to shit. Bullshit!

Listen to me, the first aid kit

You're going to need a little more than a first aid kit.

No, no, no, listen, the're

They're in the first aid kit.

What's in the first aid kit?

The Sieger covers.

What?

No, no, no. I just saw you burn them.

No, those were fakes.

I had them made in case anyone ever tried to rip me off.

The real ones are in the first aid kit.

Take them to this man.

Andre Duval. He's not thrilled about it,

but he's going to give you $500,000 for them.

No.

Listen, I have rubber gloves in my trunk.

You need to wear them because

he's either weird about germs

or he's got some kind of bizarre disease.

I don't care about the money, okay?

We've just got to get you help.

Forget it. 'm done.

Sell the covers.

Go to art school.

You gotta stop talking about art school.

I don't know if that's what I want to do anymore.

All right then, use the money for something fun.

Throw a...

giant rave or something.

A rave?

Yeah.

Well, I'm not 20 and it's not in 1998 anymore,

so I don't think that's going to be happening.

Raves aren't still a thing?

No, Carson Daly, they're not.

Oh!

It's still better than being called a boomer.

I forgive you.

No.

Yeah.

I do. I forgive you.

No

Please

Get out of here.

Please get the fuck out of here.

Now.