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So I spoke with George Ronson.

You'd have to stretch
to twenty-five thousand

if you want her residency
visa pushed through.

He said he can deport an illegal
for free, but a visa costs.

Fair enough.

How'd Heimi react?

As expected.

Listen, I want to do my yearly
donations. Are you free?

Sure. I'll just load last
year's sheet.

OK, last year you donated
just over 1.2 million.

What's this year's going to be?

Adjust the small
charities to match inflation

but I want to make some
changes to the big ones.

OK. Farmers' Drought Relief?

How much did I donate last
year?

One hundred thousand.

OK, up that to one-fifty.

Bushfire Relief?

Put another twenty grand on
top of that one.

That makes it one hundred
and seventy thousand.

Homeless Welfare and
Animal Protection Services?

Both, two hundred thousand
each.

And that's the lot.

OK, yeah, thanks.
I'll call you back when I hear from Heimi.

Hello?

Hello Jake.

Who's this?

You don't know me,
but I know you very well.

Is this a fucking joke?

No, Jake, this is very
real.

I have a gun pressed to your
son's head.

Dad help!

Josh, Josh!

Josh is going to be
fine

so long as you do everything
that I say.

What do you want, money?

No, Jake,
unlike your conscience,

I'm not so easily bought.

You make some measly
donations to charities

and you think that absolves
you of all your wrongdoing?

You call 1.2 million dollars
measly?

It is to a guy like
you.

How much do you stand to make
from extorting Heimi Ronstoldt

into giving you a five
percent stake in his company?

How do you know about Heimi?

I've been watching
you for a long time,

listening to every lie

that comes out of your
disgusting mouth.

You stand to make two million

from the deal with Heimi alone.

Right, if you know about Heimi

then you know he's helping
his sister break the law.

That doesn't
justify your actions,

and you know it. That's
why you donate to charity.

Makes you feel better about
yourself.

Donations are your confession,
they absolve your sins.

Alright, if you don't want
money, then what do you want?

I want to save you,
Jake.

I want to save you from
yourself.

Let's start by righting that
little wrong

you were in the middle of.

You're going to call
Heimi back and tell him

you don't want five percent
of his company anymore,

but tell him you're still
going to get his sister a visa.

I'll call you back soon.

You've got some balls,

calling me after what happened
last time.

Forget about last time,
I got a big tip for you.

Brian, I'm not interested.

Seriously, you're gonna
want to look into this one.

That's my wife calling.

You give me one good reason
why I should hang up on her

and not on you?

Forty-five million dollars.

OK, I'm listening.

The firm's called Omni-soft.

It's run by Alexander
Whitlock and Heimi Ronstoldt.

They develop missile guidance
software.

They're about to do a
forty-five million dollar deal

with the Saudi defense
contractors, Zennon.

Yeah, I don't know, Brian,
a deal this big'd be on my radar

and this is the first I'm
hearing of it.

Well, no one's heard of it

because that's the way they want
it.

How'd you hear about it?

Little bird told me.

It sounds flimsy at best.

The intel on this is solid.

It's forty-five million dollars,
Jake.

Surely that's worth looking
into.

I'm gonna regret this. I'll be
in touch.

Jake, how are you?

I need everything you can get
me

on a start-up called Omni-soft.

What am I looking for?

I'm looking for a
forty-five million dollar deal

with a defense contractor from
Saudi Arabia called Zennon.

OK, anything else?

Yeah, I need leverage.

There's two directors of the
company. Get me dirt on them.

Anything you can, but I need it
ASAP.

Copy that.

Hi.

Hi. Sorry, I wasn't
hanging up on you before,

my phone's been playing up.

I don't want to hear it,
Jake, is Josh with you?

Why would he be with me?

Because you're supposed to
pick him up

from football practice tonight.

I thought you were doing that.

I told you, I'm at my
sister's.

I'm not even in the state.

You didn't go home last night,
did you?

No, I slept at the office.

Who fed Josh?

Josh can feed himself,
the fridge is full.

Have you spoken to him today?

No, I have not.

I've been calling his mobile
all day, he's not answering.

You need to go and get him.

Josh is fine, you worry too
much Susan.

You don't worry enough. Where
are you?

What could be more important
than picking up our son?

I am in a car park,

I've got a business deal I'm
looking into.

Stop what you're doing.
Go and pick him up.

Call me when you've got him.

Hey, what have you got?

It's Omni-soft. Started four
years ago

by Alexander Whitlock and Heimi
Ronstoldt.

Their private email basically
confirms

the deal you mentioned. But...
But Jake,

it finalizes tomorrow.
Forty-five million over five years.

Yeah good, good. What about
dirt?

They're both actually pretty
squeaky.

I mean, they both pay taxes,
there's no arrests or anything.

Just, Heimi's into kink porn,
which is nothing illegal.

Don't tell me they're
clean. No one's ever clean.

OK, well, Alexander is
a bar of soap, all right.

But Heimi's sister, Jake,
she's in the country illegally.

And that is why I love you.

Get me her details and
Heimi's mobile number.

Hey.

Hey, I need you to reach
out to George Ronson.

Why do I know that name?

We did a deal for him three
years back,

made him a lot of money
on the bionics buy-in.

He's high up in immigration.

Tell him I'm calling in
the favor he owes me.

OK. What kind of favor?

There's an illegal immigrant

I might need to pull the pin on,
or help,

depending on which way
the conversation goes.

Will he go for that?

He will at the right price,

but we're gonna have to grease
him.

Start at ten grand but go
to twenty if you have to.

Will do. I'll call you
once I've spoken to him.

Hello?

Is this Heimi Ronstoldt?

Who's this?

Jake Galloway. I've got a
business proposition for you

regarding your sister.

You know my sister?

I know she's living here
illegally at 62 Carlton Avenue.

I also know a senior official
who works in immigration

who owes me a favor.

What the hell do you want?

Five percent of your company.

No way. Do you have any
idea how much that's worth?

One phone call and I can
have your sister deported,

tonight, or I can get her a
visa.

You think on it, I'll call you
back.

What is this, a fucking
joke?

No, Jake, this is very
real,

I have a gun pressed to your
son's head.

Jake?

Someone has Josh.

What do you mean?

Someone's kidnapped
Josh, what should I do?

Hang up now and phone the
police.

Hello, this is the
police.

What the f-?

Such a simple
task and yet you failed.

I'm not like you, Jake. I
leave nothing to chance.

Right now I have your son with
my gun pressed to his head.

Don't you fuckin' hurt him.

Then don't give me
reason to.

Call Heimi, tell him the deal's
off,

but you're still going to
get his sister the visa.

And remember, I'm listening
to everything you say.

What did the police say?

Listen to me very carefully,
get Ronson on the phone

and get this girl's visa approved,
pay whatever you have to,

OK, just get it done.

Hello?

Yeah, Heimi, it's Jake.
Forget what I said before.

I've changed my mind,

I don't want five percent
of your company anymore.

What you said earlier
about my sister's visa,

is that still something
you can make happen?

Because if it is I'd be
willing to pay for it.

How much?

If you can guarantee me
that everything goes through,

fifty thousand.

Double it and you've got a
deal.

How do I get you the money?

My assistant will contact
you with the details.

Hello?

Your thirst
for money is insatiable.

But I did what you said,
Heimi's sister's getting a visa,

I'm not getting any of his
company, now you let Josh go.

No, Jake, you
missed the point entirely.

You were supposed to right
your wrong, not profit from it.

Listen to me, the money coming
from Heimi is for you

plus double from me when
you free Josh, unharmed.

As I've already said

but you evidently weren't
listening,

some of us aren't swayed
by money so easily.

What do you want from me?

I need you
to drive to the address

I just sent you.

Why? What's there?

You'll find out when
you arrive.

But I'd hurry if I were you,

if you're not there in two
minutes,

there'll be consequences.

Hey.

Hi. Is Josh with you?

Ah, no, he's gone to
see a movie with a friend.

Who?

Ah, I think it was Michael?

He hasn't spoken to
Michael in over a year.

Maybe it wasn't Michael.

I told him that you were worried
about him

and he said to say that he was
fine.

You're quite possibly
the worst liar on Earth.

Where is our son, Jake?

Susan, he's gone to the
movies with a friend, OK.

I've got another call coming
through. I've got to go.

Hello?

Time's up, Jake,
you're late.

You gave me two minutes
to make a five minute drive,

what do you expect?

I expect you to do
what it takes

to get there on time.

There's police around.

You'll break
the law to make money,

but when it comes to your
family you won't take the risk.

I told you, if you didn't
make the drive in two minutes,

there'd be consequences.

Just don't hurt Josh,

I'll be there as quick as I can,
OK?

Why should I
give you a second chance?

You never give any of
your prey second chances.

I don't prey on people.

That's all you do. You've made
a career

of exploiting other
people's vulnerabilities

to your own end.

What I do is only ever
business, it's never personal.

Try telling that to
the family of Vince Bullham.

Vince was disturbed.

You're right, he was,

and you used that to your
advantage.

No, that's not fair.

And don't try to pin his
suicide on me either.

You knew he was
disturbed,

but that didn't stop you

from conning him out of his life
savings.

I offered him an investment
opportunity.

No, you blackmailed
him into putting his money

into a construction
company that went bankrupt.

However you want to frame
it, he invested in a company,

it went bust. It happens.

Not before you
took a twenty percent cut.

The investment company was
designed to go bankrupt,

there was never any
intention to build anything.

You can't prove that.

I don't need to.
This isn't a court of law,

there's no due process here.

OK, I'm here.

Good.

I just sent you a link to a
live video stream. Click it.

What the hell is this?

There must be
consequences

for your inability to follow
orders.

What orders?

I gave you two
minutes to make the drive here.

You could have made it if
you'd broken the speed limit,

but you chose not to.

What's that got to do
with Michelle and Brian?

You must learn

that your actions affect other
people.

I already know that.

No, all you know is

that your actions affect people
that mean nothing to you.

Now you're about to see your
actions

hurt those close to you.

Because you disobeyed me
one of them will be shot.

And now you must decide who.

Will it be Michelle,
your faithful assistant,

who does your bidding
without consideration

for the ramifications of her
actions?

Or will it be Brian, your
weasel of an informant

who spends his life sniffing out
the weak

and vulnerable for you to
exploit?

Wait? You're seriously
going to shoot one of them

because I didn't drive here on
time?

Yes. Now decide, who
will it be?

No you can't make me decide
like that.

That's... That's fucked up.

I'm not, I'm not gonna
decide who you fucking kill.

I'm not going to kill
anyone.

I'm as far from these people
as you are. Now who will it be?

Michelle, or Brian?

Neither.

Wrong answer.
If you won't choose,

they'll both be shot. Last
chance, Jake.

No, I'm not gonna decide who
you shoot.

I'm not doing it, No.

Then you've made your
decision.

What the fuck is wrong with
you? Why did you do that?

To teach you that
your actions have consequences.

You just killed two innocent
people.

Their deaths
are on you, Jake, not me.

You could've saved one of their
lives.

You were the one that decided
both of them should die.

You're sick. You know that?
You're fucked in the head.

As empowering as it
may feel

to talk to me that way, may I
remind you

that I have your son,

and you've just seen how
far I'm willing to go.

Why am I here? What do you
want from me?

All will be explained
in time.

But for now I need you to take
deep breaths. Gain control.

There, there, there's a deep
breath.

I'm perfectly fucking calm.

Now you tell me, why the fuck am
I here?

Just one of
your many flaws, Jake,

you never listen.

Are you going to make me hurt
Josh to get you to calm down?

No. Just, hang on a
sec, just, all right,

just give me a minute.

Take two, I'll be
waiting.

You there?

I am. Are you calm?

Considering the situation,

I'm about as calm as you
could expect me to be.

That's the first honest
thing you've said all day.

Congratulations, you've
just taken your first step

on the road to recovery.

Great. Now why the hell am I
here?

I need you to look
in the back of your car,

but before you do that,
you need to brace yourself.

Why?

Open it, you'll
see, but be warned,

you'll be surprised.

Why the hell did you get me
to drive here in such a hurry

when all you wanted me to do
was look at the back of my car?

I could have done that where I
was.

The drive was a test
to see if you'd break the law

in aid of your family. A
test you failed miserably.

Now, do as I say, open the back.

What the hell is this?

Open it. You'll see.

The combination is your son's
birthday.

Why the hell is there a
woman in the back of my car?

That woman
is directly responsible

for your current predicament.

Who the hell is she?

You'll find out in
time.

I just sent you a new address
that you need to drive to.

Oh, and I'd hurry if I were you.

You've got two minutes to
get to the new location

or there'll be consequences.

Shit.

Now is not the time to
panic.

I need you to pull the car
over to the side of the road

as though nothing is wrong.

Alright, now what?

Now you need to
talk your way out of this.

Are you fucking serious?

How am I going to talk my way
out of this?

I just got clocked doing
twice the speed limit.

There's no way I'm getting away
from this.

This is a great test,
Jake. How honest can you be?

Police are lied to every day,

they're trained to see through
bullshit.

Your only way out of
this is to be honest.

But just in case that doesn't
work,

reach down beside your seat.

No fucking way. No way.

Desperate times, Jake.

If you can't get away, you're
no longer any use to me

and neither is your son.
Leave me on speakerphone.

Hi.

License, please.

Can you cut the engine as well?

Do you know why I pulled you
over?

Ah, yeah, I was, uh, speeding.

One-ten in a fifty zone.
That's not speeding. It's drag racing.

Any good reason?

Yeah, I was um, I was
in a rush to get my kid.

Well that doesn't justify
doubling the speed limit,

does it?

You're putting people's lives
at risk, driving like that.

I'm aware of that, officer,
and I'm,

I'm really sorry it won't
happen again, I apologize.

Well it's a bit late for
apologies now.

You drive that fast and it's
instant loss of license.

Give me your keys and get out of
the car.

Look, I wasn't, I wasn't just
speeding to pick up my kid,

OK, he's...

he's in trouble.

What kind of trouble?

He's with someone I
don't want him to be with.

Well, if your son's in
trouble I can send police

to where he is.

No, the police can't help me
at all.

I need to deal with this myself.

Mate, if you're in danger
and your son's in trouble,

the best thing that you can be
doing

is involving the police.

I can't.

Yeah OK, well, then I can't
help you.

So I need you to give me your
keys and get out of the car.

Have you got a kid?

Yeah, I've got a kid. That's
got nothing to do with this.

No it does. Right, if
your kid was in danger

and you were the only
person that could help them,

how fast would you drive?

Listen to me, I know you're an
officer.

You've got a job to do.

But just think, what would
you do to protect your child?

I'm not gonna ask you again.

I need you to give me your
keys and step out of the car.

Look, I've done the wrong
thing, OK.

I'm not trying to get out of it.

Give me the biggest fine you've
got.

But just don't take away
my car, not now, please.

Get out of the car now.

You don't have to do this.

Now, out!

Hey. Don't move.

Easy.

Are you alone? Is there
another cop back there?

There's no one else
back there. It's just me.

Right, have you got cuffs on
you?

Yeah, I've got cuffs on me.

Right. Throw the license
and the cuff keys in the car.

Get the cuffs out

put your hands behind
your back and cuff yourself.

Right, are you done?

Yeah.

Turn around and show me.

I'm sorry. I didn't want to do
this.

Fuck!

Well done, you just
took another step forward,

not only did you not
lie to the officer once,

but you just broke the
law in aid of your family.

I'm starting to think maybe
you do care after all.

Of course I care.

You're late to your
new location, step on it.

Are you serious?

After what I just went
through with the police

you want me to speed again?

Yes. It's tough isn't
it,

these rock-and-a-hard place
decisions?

Are you starting to get
a feel for what it's like

to be one of your victims?

OK, I'm here. Now what?

Take a look around.

Do you recognize any of the
cars?

No, should I?

Look closer.

The blue Porsche doesn't look
familiar?

My wife has the same model, so
what?

Look at the license
plate, Jake.

OK. So it's my wife's car.

She said she's out of
the state.

Why do you think her car's here?

I don't know, maybe
she lent it to a friend?

What if she
hasn't left the state

to go and see her sister?

What if she's in one of the
houses nearby

having an affair? Might
that be a possibility?

When was the last
time you and your wife had sex?

What's that got to do with
anything?

Everything. Answer the
question.

No. It's none of your
business.

Everything is my
business.

Consider me your doctor, the
only way to heal is to share.

Yeah, but you're not a doctor.

And what do you
base that assumption on?

You know nothing about me,
other than what I look like,

while I know everything about
you.

Wait, wait, wait, I
know what you look like?

When did we meet?

Very recently.

Now stop deflecting and tell me

when the last time you had
sex with your wife was?

You say you know everything
about me,

so surely you already know that.

You're right, I
do, but this isn't about me.

You need to face up to some home
truths.

This isn't donating money to a
charity

to feel better about yourself,
this is true confession.

Now say it,

when was the last time you
were intimate with your wife?

Honestly, I'm not sure.

More than a year ago, I think.

I take meds to deal with my
anxiety,

and they kind of mess
with my long term memory,

so I, I honestly do not
remember.

You gain points for
honesty,

but you lose points for
deflecting again.

I didn't deflect.

Yes, you did.

Rather than take responsibility
for your actions,

you blamed your failure to
recall your last intimate moment

with your wife on medication.

If you'd taken time to
acknowledge your relationship,

you wouldn't have to rely on a
hazy memory

from so many years ago.
Therefore it's your fault

you can't recall your
last marital intimacy.

OK, fine if that's what
you want, then fine, alright,

it's my fault, it's all my
fault. There, you satisfied?

Say it like you mean
it.

You want to hear me
say something I mean,

you piece of shit? You're
fucked in the head.

You're a lunatic. You say
you're doing this for me,

but you're not doing this for
me,

you're doing this for yourself.

It's like you get some
sort of sick satisfaction

out of this shit. You know what,

I wouldn't be surprised
if you don't have a dick

and this is your only way to get
off.

You're just a sad sack piece of
shit.

And this is your only way of
deriving some kind of meaning

from your shitty little life. Am
I right?

Hello?

What the fuck did you fucking
say? Shit.

Come on, ring me back.

Hello. Don't hurt Josh, please.

Don't hurt him, OK, look I'm
sorry,

I shouldn't have said that.

If you'd spoken to
me that way only a year ago,

right now your son would be
dead.

Right now, you'd have a
gun pressed to your head.

You'd plead and plead,
begging for forgiveness.

I'd show you a glimmer of hope.

I'd let you think that
your cries for clemency

had touched me.

I'd lower my gun, allow
you a moment of reprieve.

Then without warning, I'd
shoot you in the head.

Your final thought,
one of utter confusion.

But all that's in my past,

I've gone through some
life-changing experiences.

I've become pure. That's why
your son is not dead, yet.

That's why you're still
breathing, for now.

Thank you.

No, Jake, don't thank
me.

You hate me, I know that.

If the opportunity arose, you'd
kill me

and you'd feel justified doing
it.

I just sent you a new
location. Step on it.

I'm here.

Do you see the
house at number eighty-six?

Yeah, sure.

Your wife is in
there with another man.

If she was in there her
car would be parked out here,

not back in the carpark.

They meet at the
carpark,

then he drives her here in
his car to avoid suspicion.

No, no, I still don't buy it.

I guess there's only one way
to find out for sure though,

isn't there?

Jake, get back in the
car.

If you're not back in
the car in three seconds,

I'm going to hurt Josh.

Three, two, one.

OK, I'll get back in the car.

We're not here

so you can barge in on
your wife with another man.

That would be a very selfish act
indeed.

And why would that be selfish?

It would make you the
victim

and feed your sense of betrayal.

An affair is betrayal.

The betrayal,
Jake, is yours, not hers.

You need to understand and
accept this.

No, no. There's two
people in a relationship,

you can't lump all this on me,
she could have tried harder.

Who chose to
bury themselves in work?

Who canceled holidays, forgot
birthdays,

missed Christmases?

You removed yourself from the
relationship many years ago,

and yet you still feel your wife
owes you

the courtesy of monogamous love.

If it's good enough for me.

Considering how
much I know about you,

don't assume I don't know about
your extramarital affairs.

What are you talking about?
I've never had an affair.

Perhaps not in the
traditional sense of the word,

'affair'. But you have paid for
sex.

Are you going to make
me show you the photos?

OK. We've both cheated on each
other.

Now what do you want?

I want you to do
the best thing for your son.

Ask yourself this, is
your son happy, Jake?

Right now he's terrified,
but that's your doing,

if it wasn't for you, he'd be
fine.

That's not what
his psychiatrist says.

He's not seeing a
psychiatrist.

I just sent you the
notes

from Josh's last psychiatric
session. Read it, I'll wait.

Now you're aware of the true
nature

of your home life,

now you know your wife is
cheating on you.

No. No, I don't know that.

My son might be on meds,
but I don't know for a fact

that my wife's cheating on me,

all I've got is your word and
you know what I think of that.

I just sent you a
photo.

I had hoped that you'd take me
on my word,

and that I wouldn't have to send
you this.

But it's true what they say,
seeing really is believing.

Alright, so you've proven
my wife's having an affair.

Congratulations. Now, what else
you want?

Now you need to decide

what's truly best for your son.

What's best for my son is
that you give him back to me

right now, unharmed, and never
come into our lives again.

If that were to
happen,

would you tell Susan about
your extramarital affairs?

You wouldn't, would you?

What, you want me to
tell Susan everything?

Yes, but I need you to
do it

without letting her know that
you're aware of her affair.

Why?

To account
for your own wrongdoing,

regardless of another's ill
acts,

is a truly selfless gesture.

I'll call you back when you're
done.

Remember, I'm listening.

Hi.

Hey.

Any news on Josh, or is
he still at the movies?

No, he's...

He's not at the movies. I um,

I lied earlier.

I know.

You don't know where our
son is, do you, Jake?

I um... I tried calling him...
but he,

he didn't answer.

You need to find him.

I didn't call about Josh.

What did you call to talk
about?

Jake?

I've had affairs.

Nothing that meant anything at
all but...

I've paid for sex.

Do I need to get checked?

No.

Is there anything else you
want to say?

Yeah, um, yeah, loads but,

not over the phone and not now.

We need to do it in person.

Can we um... can we talk about it
when you get back from your sister's?

Yeah.

Congratulations, we
now move on to the next test,

but a change of location is
required.

We need absolute privacy
for what happens next.

Now what?

Next is the
penultimate test of your love

for your child.

How far are you willing to
go to save your son, Jake?

I think you've seen that
already.

Everything this
far has been prologue.

The real test is will you
kill to save your child?

Given the right circumstances.

Easy to say, not so
easy to do.

Jake, I need you to kill
the woman in the trunk

to save your son's life.

No, that doesn't have to
happen.

Look, you've controlled me.
You've, you've broken me,

you've proven every
point you have to prove.

I'm a horrible father, a
horrible husband.

You've made me realize that.

But I don't have to kill
someone to prove it.

I want to believe you,
Jake,

I want to believe you really
mean all those things.

But right now, you're scared
and you'll say anything

to get out of this situation.

No, I mean everything
I've said. You've broken me.

You've won. Isn't that enough
for you?

This is not for
me, Jake. This is for you.

I won't kill her.

What if I told you
she's directly responsible

for everything that's happening
tonight?

You've said that before.

How is she responsible?

I will tell you. But
not now.

First, I need you to open the
glovebox.

Open the black box.

Now take the blue syringe
and inject the woman.

This doesn't need to happen.

It does, for your
sake it needs to happen.

Anything but this.

I'll give you all my money.

I'll turn myself in to the
police.

I'll confess to every
bad thing that I've done.

I'll go, I'll go to jail
for as long as it takes.

Just please don't make me do
this.

Don't lose your
dignity, Jake,

nobody likes a groveler. Take
control, own the situation.

I don't want to own this,

I don't want to own killing
someone.

It's either
that, or your son dies.

What's it going to be, Jake?

There's got to be some other
way?

Unless you inject that
woman,

your son will die, right now.

There you go, it's done.

You did well, but
you closed the boot too soon.

You need to reflect on the
consequences of your actions.

No, I don't, I really don't.

Yes, you do. It's
all part of the process.

Don't let that woman's death
weigh on your conscience.

I told you, if it weren't for
her, you wouldn't be here.

Hey, yeah, you gonna tell me
who she is?

Not yet. First, you
need to pass the next test.

And what's that?

No, you're not ready
yet.

We're still on this test.

You need to stand in front
of that woman's dead body

and say to yourself, 'I did
this. I killed this woman.'

You need to be able to
acknowledge

and take responsibility for your
actions,

no matter how deplorable
and despicable they are.

If you can own her murder,

there's nothing in your past
you won't be able to confront.

It's done.

Good.

I've sent you a new
location for your final test.

You know the drill.

Why am I here?

You don't recognize
it?

Of course I do.
I proposed to Susan here.

Makes this a fitting
location

to carry out your final test.

Jake} And what's that?

You've killed
to save your son, Jake,

but the ultimate test of a
parent's love

is will you die to save your
child? This is your final test.

What, you want me to
die?

Yes. I want you
to take your own life.

No, no, you're bluffing.

No you need me alive.
See, if I kill myself,

your game ends and you're
enjoying yourself far too much.

You won't do it.

I thought you would've
realized by now

that this is no game. This is
for your benefit, not mine.

How does my dying help my
son? Or me, for that matter?

It proves your love
for him.

There is no greater sacrifice.

If I kill myself, I
can't do anything for him.

I can't protect him from the
grave.

Because you've done
such an amazing job alive.

Your son tried to kill himself

and you didn't even know about
it.

Yeah, you're right.

Look, I'm a terrible father.

Right, I wasn't there for him.

But if I make it out of this
alive,

I will do everything I can
to make up for lost time.

I want to believe
you Jake, I really do

But you haven't changed
yet. Not completely.

No, I have.

No, you've changed
some,

but not enough for the
effect to be lasting.

I've no doubt that were I to
free you and Josh right now,

you would try to keep your word.

But it would only last a few
months

before you slipped back
into your old ways.

There is only one way for you

to truly prove your love for
Josh.

I won't kill myself.

Such a shame, Jake.

I really had high hopes for
you, you've come so far.

Dad! Help? What
are you... Get off! Help!

Stop, stop, stop.

If I do this,

what guarantees have I
got that you let Josh go?

No guarantee Jake,
you just have to trust me.

No, no, no, no, I need more
than that.

I need to know that this is
going to end,

that Josh goes free. You've
got to give me something.

I can offer
no more than my word.

But think back, since you've
known me,

do you recall any moment I've
lied to you?

How can I possibly know
if you've lied to me or not?

If you think on it,

you'll realize I've not once
deceived you.

You have my word.

I guarantee Josh will be freed
if you pass this final test.

Take a moment to
think. It's a big decision.

I'll call you back shortly.

Time's up Jake. What's it going
to be?

I need to speak to Josh.

No, that would
stir far too many emotions.

It's better you stay calm and
controlled

when making this decision.

Listen to me, if I'm going to
do this,

I want to say goodbye.

I'm not going to
stop you from doing that.

But it's not going to
happen over the phone.

Record a message on your
cell. You have my word.

I'll give it to your son.
Then I'll set him free.

You've got two minutes.

Hey Josh.

I don't know where to begin.

I failed you.

I failed you as a father.

I failed you as a friend,

as someone who's supposed to
protect you.

I failed your mother as well.

You're gonna have a lot of
questions.

But whatever you do, don't blame
yourself.

Or your mum.

I'm doing this so you can live.

I've ignored you for the past
ten years.

And it's not until now that
I'm staring death in the face

that I realize how much I messed
up.

I should have been there for
you,

every second, but I wasn't.

And for that... I am truly
sorry.

I love you.

Done?

Yes.

Is this going to
happen?

Jake?

Yes.

Take the second
syringe from the glovebox.

Where do I inject it?

Your thigh will work
fine.

Is it going to hurt?

It will make you
drowsy, then knock you out.

The muscles in your
chest will stop working

and you'll die of asphyxiation,

but you'll be unconscious,
so you won't feel a thing.

Do you promise to let
Josh go when I'm dead?

I've said
already, you have my word.

And the recording?

Josh will see it.

I saw you die.

No, Jake,
you injected me with saline.

You saw me fake my death.

I'm surprised you didn't
make the connection

after all the hints I gave you.

No, I'm not going to
choose who you kill.

I'm not going to kill
anyone,

I'm as far from these people as
you are.

I know what you look
like? When did we meet?

Very recently.

I won't kill her.

What if I told you

she's directly responsible for
everything

that's happening tonight?

Don't let that woman's death
weigh on your conscience.

If it weren't for her,
you wouldn't be here.

If you were in the boot the
whole time, where was my son?

I took the liberty of
making some recordings

I thought might be necessary.

No, Dad! Help! Dad! No!

Where is he now?

He's very close, have
patience,

you're soon to be reunited.
But before I let you go,

I need to know that all the
tests you've passed tonight

really have changed you for
good.

I need to know you weren't just
pretending

to be a better person to save
your son.

I honestly thought I
was going to die tonight.

What more do you want?

You're right. You've
done incredibly well.

And now you're ready
for your ultimate test.

Pick it up.

Aim it at me.

Now, you have a decision to
make.

Either you believe I helped
you become a better person,

or you don't.

If you believe me, you won't
shoot me.

If you don't, you'll shoot me.

This is your chance to judge me.

How have I done, Jake?

Have I helped you for better? Or
worse?

It's a very high-caliber gun,
Jake.

Make sure you hold it tightly
so you can handle the recoil.

If you shoot me from this
distance,

those bullets are going to
tear right through my body.

No, there's gotta be a catch.

There's no way you'd just
let me shoot you like that.

Well done, Jake. You
really have come a long way.

I've done every thing
you've wanted me to do.

I've passed all your tests,
now get these chains off me

and give me back my son.

If I let you go, do you
promise to be rational?

Do you promise not to attack me?

Yes.

Don't make me regret this
Jake.

Josh, Josh? Hey? Hey?

What's wrong with him?

He's sedated. He'll
wake up in an hour or so.

What's stopping me from
killing you now?

Nothing, Jake, only you.

Of all the people in the
world, why me?

Everyone needs a savior.
Chance would have it I'm yours.

Chance had nothing to do with
it.

If there's one thing
I've learned tonight,

everything you do has a reason.
You've put me through hell,

but I've survived. I passed
every single one of your tests.

So you tell me why? Why me?

Ignorance is bliss, Jake.

Tell me!

My father killed himself
because you preyed on him.

I don't prey on people.

I don't prey on people.

That's all you do.

You've made a career

of exploiting other
people's vulnerabilities

to your own end.

What I do is only ever
business, it's never personal.

Try telling that to
the family of Vince Bullham.

Vince was disturbed.

You're right, he was,

but that didn't stop you from
conning him

out of his life savings.

I was fifteen years old
when my father killed himself

because of what you did to him.

I hated you for it.

All I wanted to do was kill you.

But I wasn't stupid. I took my
time,

followed you, waiting for
the perfect opportunity,

and it came.

And you didn't see me coming.

And the police would never
have linked it to me.

But I couldn't do it.

I realized that in all
this time watching you,

that I'd come to pity you.

And that killing you
wouldn't change anything.

But I still wanted you to
suffer.

I wanted you to feel what he
felt.

What I feel.

But I wanted your
suffering to have purpose.

I thought that if I could
change you, if I could save you,

then that would give his death
meaning.

I'm very fucking sorry
your father killed himself,

I really am.

But that doesn't justify what
you did to me and my son.

What you've put us through.

If you honestly don't think

that everything I've
put you through tonight

has changed you for the
better, then I failed,

and you may as well shoot me.