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[thunder rumbling]

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[sniffs, clears throat]

[breathing heavily]

[ring clatters]

[thunderclap]

[man 1] What the fuck
are you doing?

[Woman screaming] [man 2] Fuck you!

[Woman] Oh, my God!

- [Woman screaming] Stop! Stop!
- [Man 2 grunting]

[screaming stops]

[alarm beeping]

[breathing heavily]

[wheezing]

[car alarms blaring]

[woman]
Good morning to you all.

[Woman 2]
Good morning out there.

[Woman 3] Good morning to all of you.

[Woman 4] On this Monday-- Yeah, it's Monday.

[Man] I am on my third
cup of coffee.

Anybody else having
a hard time this morning?

[Reporter] Drivers are expected to experience record congestion today.

[Reporter 2] Around 100 workers are losing their jobs.

[Woman 5] Are you feeling stressed out these days?

Hey, guess what?
Join the club.

[Man 2] Violent altercations can happen

from even the most
minor lapses by drivers.

[Woman 6] I've posted every day, ten times a day, for three years now.

[Man 3] Too many people out there think they can multitask

while operating a vehicle.

[Woman 7] Incivility is a major issue in America.

Rudeness can breed
more rudeness.

[Woman 8]
We were born angry.

[Man 4] And with anger comes a lack of self-control.

[Woman 9] When you're very angry,
you lose a lot of self-control.

[Girl] Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

- [Man 5] Oh, my--
- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

[Man 6] Aggressive driving's been on the rise for several years,

and that's due to societies moving faster...

[reporter 3] Road-rage fatalities have skyrocketed 500 %.

[Reporter 4] A simple ride-share trip yesterday took a horrific turn.

[Woman 10] Local law enforcement is understaffed

with no new applicants
in sight.

[Man 7] It's getting
real bad out there.

People are taking matters into their own hands.

[Reporter 5] Seeing this live right now.

The police have him cornered. We're in the middle of a standoff here.

I knew it wasn't
going to end well.

[Man 8] You gotta protect yourself these days.

No one else
is gonna help you.

[Woman on phone] We've been married 15 years, we have three kids,

and my husband's been cheating on me for years.

[Reporter 6] A man who is thought to be the main suspect...

[man 9] Issues surrounding mental health are increasing by the day.

[Man 10] Inequality is pushing us farther and farther apart.

[Woman 11]
We are going backwards.

[Reporter 7] Thousands of police officers have been laid off since...

[woman 12] It's a nationwide epidemic right now.

[Reporter 7] It could be years before
they can afford to hire more officers.

[Reporter 8] ...searching for a suspect...

[reporter 9] Gas prices
were up 82 cents today.

[Reporter 10] Ambulance response rates are slowing down.

[Reporter 10] Stress levels are at an all-time high.

[Reporter 11] ...all the warning signs of impending collapse.

[Man 12] When we reach our boiling point and we explode...

[reporter 13] In the streets with counter-protestors.

- [Man 13] We blame the media, Twitter, Facebook.
-We feel all that strain...

[reporter 14] It's definitely a problem that we're facing...

Takes a toll
on your relationships.

...your health
and well-being.

[Man 14] Why is everything filled with such garbage?

[Woman 13] People have
so much coming at them,

their brains
just can't handle it.

[Echoing]

[cell phone ringing]

[exhales]

Andy?

[Andy] Hello. You up?

[Sighs] I am now.

[Andy] Well, that's good, 'cause your soon-to-be ex filed another motion.

[Sighs]

What's he want now?

[Andy grumbles]

Just say it.

[Andy] He wants the house.

[Groans] Of course he does.
[Chuckles]

[Andy] Listen, I'm already drawing up our objection.

Shit.
I didn't set my alarm.

[Andy] Hey, I just need you to tell me to file it, okay?

Rach?
I need to think about it.

[Andy] What?

[Andy] Come on.

I just want this
to be over.

Rachel, you need to fight this, and you know that.

Come on. Richard didn't work for the house. You did.

[Footsteps approaching]

Hey, I gotta go.

[Andy] Okay, but we're continuing this conversation at lunch.

Yeah. You're the best.

[Andy] I know it.Bye.

Shouldn't you be dressed?

What, this is not appropriate attire for your personal chauffeur?

You have a client.No, I don't.

I mean, yes, I do.
But, you know, we're still good.

- It just means we've got--
- Another tardy.

No, we're good.

Okay?

[Man speaking on TV] Yeah. No, I know.

I-- I get it.
I know you don't like living there,

but it's an assisted-living community, Mom,
it's not an old folks' home.

[Inaudible]

Can you hear me? Can you--

Okay, Mom, you need--
I can't hear you.

You need to press the little
microphone button. It's...

...firefighters battle a raging house fire...

Mom, you need to...

You need to press the little microphone button with the...

I don't know if you can hear me.
I'm gonna come see you later, okay?

Um... Bye. [Computer beeps]

Police are actively searching now for the homeowner's ex-husband,

who was last seen fleeing the scene in
a gray pickup truck early this morning.

Our own Pat Davereaux spoke with a neighbor

about the suspect's history of substance abuse and violence

after a workplace injury.

She had a restraining order on him.

And now she's gone.

He just couldn't face it. [Channel changes]

I was watching that.It's way too early
for real life, dude.

Anybody seen
my candy-cane scissors?

Now, why would you
want to cut candy canes?

You know.
My scissors with the--

[scoffs] Never mind.

Is she okay?

I think so.

Gonna be late again.

Found 'em.

Under one of your
piles of trash.

Hey, science has proven

that piles are the most
efficient filing system.

I read that somewhere.

Those are actually
my coupons.

[Man] Were you
cutting us coupons? [Woman] Mm-hmm.

I love you.Mm.

Rachel, maybe you could learn a thing or
two from Mary about fiscal responsibility.

[Clears throat]

Rachel, I-- I'm sorry.It's okay.

I really love having you
and my brother here.

But if you're so
fiscally responsible,

maybe it's time to kick in
some rent here.

Rachel, you're the one that said that we couldn't stay at Mom's.

We need to sell it.
And you know that. Okay?

I can't afford to pay for her care,
and you really can't either.

No, no, I told you,
I'm working on the business

and it's gonna start soon.

Come on, Freddy,
we gotta be real.

Real about what?

What does that even mean?

She was getting lost
in her own neighborhood.

But to be fair,
I still get lost in our old neighborhood.

- Even with a phone?
- Yeah.

Yeah, the streets in Linwood Springs
are like a freakin' maze of spaghetti.

Kyle, grab a granola bar.
We gotta go.

I already ate.

Bye, guys.
See you after school.

See you, dude.
Blow it up in there.

Bye, buddy.

Morning, Rachel.
Hey, Kyle.

Morning, Rosie. New ride?

Yeah. We've gone minivan.

It suits you.

Bye.

[Minivan engine starts]

[sighs]

[engine starts,
dashboard beeps] [sighs]

[Kyle] Are we ever
gonna get a new ride?

Sure.

You wanna buy me one?

"Prospective."

Mom, I'm good.

Remember,
it's not "per-spective."

"Prospective."

P-R-O-S-P-E-C-T-I-V-E.

"Prospective."Nice job.

Hey, so what do you say?
Should we risk the freeway today?

No. No freeway.

Okay, well, just check
the traffic for me, please.

You don't have
a pass code anymore?

Not since I almost crashed
trying to unlock it.

Wow. That's not safe.

"Precarious."What?

Next word. "Precarious."

"Precarious."
P-R-E-C-A-R-I-O-U-S.

Use it in a sentence.Uh...

The way the glass is placed on the edge of the table is precarious.

Nice. Good job.

Says it's clear.

And that's a problem why?

Because we still
can't trust it.

[Exhales]

- Sorry, kiddo, but today we must.
- Mom, no!

I don't have a choice.No! Please?

We're gonna be late.Trust me, Kyle.

This is gonna be
quicker, okay?

[Kyle] That's what you said
the last two times.

Hey, see? All clear.

[Cell phone ringing]

It's Dad.
Can I please talk to him?

[Sighs]

Hey, Dad. [Richard] Hey, man.

Uncle Freddy and I invented
a new Fortnite strategy.

You wanna hear it? Not a good time.

Maybe later, okay? [Kyle] Okay.

You got the tickets
for the game tomorrow?

[Scoffs] Yeah, look, about the game...

My schedule kind of got messed up,

and my boss needs me to go out of town tomorrow.

Next time, okay?
Yeah, okay.

That's really understanding
of you, Kyle.

You know, new jobs,
like your Dad's, can be...

really unpredictable
at first.

[Richard] See. That's right.

But I promise we'll make a plan to go to a game soon--

Well, it probably shouldn't be planned.
It should be more a--

a spur-of-the-moment
thing, right?

I mean, 'cause plans...
can be hard to stick to.

[Richard] Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

I just need to keep my new boss happy so I can get my own place--

Yeah, and maybe stop relying
on other sources of income.

[Richard sighs] Look, I just want everything to be fair and square, okay?

That's why I called, actually. I needed to talk to you about moving--

Richard,
we gotta go, okay?

We're just
getting to school.

[Richard] Okay, fine. But, you know, this isn't gonna solve itself.

Look, I'm sorry again, bud. I'll talk to you soon, okay?

Okay. Okay. All right. Bye.

[Line clicks] Bye.

Bye.

I am... I'm sorry, Kyle.

[Sighs]

Three tardies
is an automatic detention.

I'm doing the best
I can here. Okay?

[Groans] Seriously?

[Horns honking]

I can't believe this.

[Cell phone ringing]

Deborah's calling you.

[Ringing continues]

Deborah. Hey, I was
just gonna call you.

[Deborah] I just wanted to make sure I was gonna see you at 9:00.

Absolutely. Oh, great. I have a big day today.

Uh... but I've just hit
hellish traffic,

so I'm gonna be 15,
maybe 20 minutes late, tops.

Are you serious?

[Rachel]
Actually, you know what?

It looks like
it might be clearing, so...

We're good.

[Sighs] I can't do this again, Rachel.

You know what? I'm gonna call Linda's guy and get in there.

I love you, Rachel, but ever since you lost your salon--

I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but you're fired. Get your shit together.

Deborah, no, wait.
I'm sorry, okay? [Line clicks]

Oh, my God.

Are you okay, Mom?

Yeah.

Just...

Oh, my God. Just my...

My best client,
that's all.

I'm sorry.

[Exhales] Eight miles,
you know. That's it.

What takes ten minutes on a Sunday,
takes an hour every other day...

and wrecks your career.

You know why?

Too many cars.

Too many cars
and too many people.

Didn't you also oversleep?

Yes. Yes.

And I overslept.
You're absolutely right.

[Chuckles]

It's okay.

[Rachel] So...

any suggestions?

You could take the next exit
and do surface streets.

You got it.

Hold on. I'm gonna
get us out of this.

[Horns honking]

From now on,
no more freeways, okay?

I only trust you,
okay? Deal?

Deal.

[Horns continue honking]

[Rachel sighs]

[sighs]

It's not getting
any greener.

Come on, man.

Come on!

[Growls]

[horn blares]

Go!

[Breathes deeply]

[horn blares]

[groans]

[horn blares]

[tires squeal]

[sighs] No, no. Go.

Oh, come on.

Of course. Yeah.

Kyle, don't. [Man] Morning.

I don't even get
a courtesy tap first?

Roll up your window.

It's not working.

You know what
a courtesy tap is, young man?

Just ignore him.

Sounds like this. [Three short honks]

It's light. It's friendly.

Just like you're trying
to get somebody's attention.

I'm sure that's what
your mom meant.

Is that right, ma'am?

Is a courtesy tap
what you meant? No, it's not.

Why is that?

The light was green,
and you weren't moving.

Mom. Stop it, please.

Some of us
have places to be.

Yeah, I admit to being
a little zoned out back there.

I've been kind of having
a hard time lately.

Yeah, well, join the club.

[Whispering] Stop it.

Well, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that you are,
and I'm sorry that...

I might've made it worse.

You accept my apology?

Sure, whatever.

Perfect.

If you could just do the same,
we could press reset.

Ma'am, I was saying,
if you could just apologize--

Yeah, I heard you.

And?

I don't have anything
to apologize for, sir.

Mom. Just apologize.It's okay.

Well, I don't think that's really true of any of us now,
is it?

But that's where we are
in this world today.

We seem to have developed a fundamental inability to apologize

to anyone, for anything.

I don't even think you really know what a bad day is.

But you're gonna find out.

You hear me, miss?

You're gonna fucking learn.

Hey, can you go, please?

Just go.

Shit.

Mom.

[Kyle] Oh, my gosh! Stop! [Tires squeal]

Are you okay?

Yeah.

What's this guy's problem?

[Chuckles] [engine revs]

[tires squeal] [horn honks]

[horns honking]

[Kyle] What's he doing?

[Rachel] Just gonna let
this person go on his way

and take
the back way, okay? Okay.

[Engine revving]

Come on, come on,
come on. [Kyle] Is he stopping?

Come on.

[Honking continues]

[tires squeal]

Come on.

[Rachel exhales]

So that was terrifying.

You know, some people are just jerks,
and that's all there is to it.

Everything's gonna be okay.

I got the window up.

[Rachel clears throat]

Hey. So, what was that
Fortnite strategy

you and Uncle Freddy
came up with?

You don't care about that.

Of course I do.

I wanna learn.

You play duos and glide down to a place you're really familiar with,

like Retail Row.

And then, one of you
distracts an enemy

while the other speeds a golf cart out from a hiding place

and crashes into them.

You don't even know
what I'm talking about.

You're right, I don't,
but it sounds awesome.

Seriously.

[School bell rings]

[bell tolling]

[Rachel] So...

how long's detention?

Thirty minutes.

Okay, so, I'll bail you out
3:30 on the nose,

and I'll even have a big "make it up to you" Butterfinger Blizzard

ready and waiting.

I promise.

You don't have to promise.

Kyle.

Can you please try
to be on time?

Yeah, of course.

[Sighs]

[line ringing]

Rach? My nine o'clock fired--

[horn blares] [tires squeal]

...fired me. [Sighs]
Hey, you...

you still there?

Uh, yeah. What happened?

Oh, God.

Freeway was a parking lot,
and my biggest client couldn't wait,

so she told me
to go to hell.

That sucks.Yeah.

And then some psycho flipped out on me and Kyle driving to school.

[Andy] And all this before noon. Shit. [Chuckles] Yeah.

At least the day can't get any worse, huh?

I could really use some therapy on top of the legal advice.

Can you do breakfast
instead?

Um... at Darrow's?

Yes. Pancake therapy,
even better.

Twenty minutes?

Mm. "Human" 20 minutes, or "Rachel" 20 minutes?

Ha, ha.

See you in 20.

[Phone alert chimes]

[chuckles]

[sighs]

[music playing over speakers] [cashier] Thank you.

[Man] Thank you.

[Beeping]

[door alert beeping]

[cashier] Thank you.

Cash or credit?

That'll be, uh, $5.33.

Okay. Thank you.

Hi. Can I have five Powerball
Quick Picks? Thanks.

And those.

That'll be $13.31.

A 20...

your tickets...

Here's your change.Thanks.

Okay. Thank you.

What can I get you, sir?

[Man] Just a pack
of Ventti gold.That'll be all?

That's it.All right. Cash or credit?

Okay.

Hi.

Uh, ma'am, are you okay?

Yeah. Uh...

Actually, no. I...

I'm pretty sure the guy
in that truck's following me.

[Cashier]
He somebody you know?

No, we...
we kind of exchanged words at an intersection.

I honked my horn at him,
and now he's--

He's road-raging you.

You could say that.

You want me
to call the cops? Nah, that'll take all day.

Besides, that'll just
piss him off even more.

[Cashier]
Might. Might not.

Look, I can call 'em.

I don't know. I'm probably
just being paranoid.

How 'bout I walk out
with you?

You don't have
to do that.I'm heading out there anyway.

- So, you think he's--
- He's just trying to scare you.

If he sees both of us together,
and he doesn't drive off,

you still
get in your car.

I make sure
I get his plates.

If he follows you out,
we'll all call the cops.

Okay. Thanks.
I appreciate it.

Why don't you just get in the car?
I'm gonna grab his plates.

711 TPX.

Thanks.

[Man] Hey.

Why don't you just chill, man?
Go your own way.

It's a smart move
staying put, bro.

I got your plate
right here.

Hey, hey, hey!

- [Grunts, yells]

- [gasps]
- [groans]

Oh...

[panting] Oh, God.

[Grunting]

Where's my phone?

[Horn blares, tires squeal]

Shit.

Hey. Hey!

[Engine revving]

Come on.

[Engine revving]

Fuck.

Oh, God.

[Panting]

Oh, shit.

Shit, shit.

What? That's
my fucking phone.

Oh, God.
What's wrong with you?

[Horn blares]

[shouts]

[horns blaring]

[gasps]

What are you doing, bitch?

[Gasping] I'm sorry.

What's wrong with you?
"Sorry, sorry."

I'm sorry, okay? It's a fucking
one-way street.

Move!

Fuck you, bitch! Move!

- "Sorry." You coming in here--
- Sorry, okay?

Learn how to drive!

This is not
how you drive.Sorry.

Fuck you!

[Man] Dumb bitch!

[Panting]

[men chattering]

[engine stops]

Oh, God.

[Line ringing]

[voice mail] Hi, it's Rachel. Just leave a message.

[Voice mail beeps] Hey, Rach. Just calling
to see what's up.

Please call or text
with an ETA. Thanks.

[Sighs]

Are you Andy?

Uh, yeah.

I'm Tom Cooper.

I'm an old friend
of Rachel's.Oh, hey.

Huh. That makes two of us.
Uh, have we met?

No, I, uh... I just moved
to town a couple weeks ago.

Rachel told me
she was meeting you here.

Yeah. Well, you know what?
She's very, very late.

Well, she asked me
to apologize.

But it's hard to tell the level of sincerity in that,
isn't it?

Uh, when did you
talk to her? Ten minutes ago.

Okay. So, she's okay?
Everything's okay?

Well, Andy,
to tell you the truth...

she sounded
a little stressed.

She's got plenty
of reasons to be.

Yeah, yeah.
The divorce...

the salon, her mother.

Plus, she said some guy road-raged on her pretty hard this morning.

Really? Yeah.

About a year ago,
a guy followed me for about ten miles on my bumper.

Scary.

They follow me
all the time.

Yeah?

You should be careful.

You never know who you could
be driving next to, right?

Or who you might end up
married to. [Chuckles]

How do you mean?

You said she was stressed
because of her divorce.

No, actually you said that.

Yeah? Oh.Yeah.

She let me listen
to his voice mails.

You know? I mean...

[sighs]

That guy sounds like
he's doing his best.

Well, the man's quit every job he's ever had.

Is that
his biggest crime? No.

Did he fuck around on her?
Anything like that?

He's just miserable.

Kind of like my 11:00 appointment's gonna be if I show up late.

[Clears throat] Listen,
since you're having better luck with Rachel,

can you just tell her
to call me, please?

Now, Counselor...

if I could get Rachel
on the phone...

would you buy me
a cup of coffee?

And if she doesn't pick up?

Well, then I guess
I owe you a cup of coffee.

Uh...

Okay.

[Clattering]

Oh, God.

[Cell phone ringing]

What?

Where is--

Oh, God.

[Ringing continues]

What?

[Clicks, ringing stops]

Andy?

Are you serious?

Rach?

[Rachel] Andy?

I'm sitting here, and I'm
waiting for you. What's...

[Rachel] I-I don't-- Whose phone is this?
I don't understand.

How did you...

[Andy] Rach, are you there?

[Rachel] Are you
at Darrow's right now?

Yeah, yeah.
I'm sitting here right across from your friend Tom.

Cooper.Tom Cooper...

who apparently has an easier
time getting hold of you

than your
best friend/free lawyer.

I don't know a Tom Cooper.

Tom Cooper,
who just moved to town,

who you told to apologize
to me for being late.

Nice guy. Sweet beard. [Chuckles]

Hey, listen to me.

He's not a friend, okay.

He's the psycho who came
after me today. Oh, God.

[Rachel breathing heavily]

I just watched him run over someone at a gas station.

Andy, do you hear me?
Are you there?

No, you're gonna have to say that again, Rachel.
You're breaking up.

What the hell
are you doing?

I'm just here with Andy.

Hey, if she's almost here,
I can wait.

Who says if you're
almost here, he can wait.

What do you want?

No, it's not what I want.
It's what I need.

And I need you to learn
what a bad day really is,

and I need you to learn
how to say you're sorry.

[Rachel] Okay, fine.

I'm sorry. Okay?
There, I said it.

No, how to say you're sorry
and actually fucking mean it.

Whoa, Tom.And this is the beginning
of that first lesson.

Can I have
my phone back? No.

[Rachel]
Leave him alone.Just give me my phone.

[Rachel] Andy?
What's happening?

[People murmuring]

What's happening?

- You're on speaker now, Rachel.
- [Woman] Call the police!

[Rachel] Andy.Someone stop him!

[Rachel] Andy. [Customers murmuring]

- Are you okay?
- He is not okay. You hear me?

You hear me? Yes.

I hear you.

[Man] Who is Andy?

Is he really your best friend/scumbag divorce lawyer?

What? Yeah?

The kind of person who fucks over men like me and Richard for a living?

Come on. Please.

He doesn't do that, okay?
He's a decent guy.

Is that right? [Andy groans]

There's a divorce lawyer...

who doesn't fuck over
decent men for a living?

I find that very hard
to believe, Rachel! [Grunting]

Very hard! [Customers gasping,
chattering]

[Rachel] What is this? Is this some kind of sick joke?

Are you having
sex with him? What are you talking about?

'Cause these guys, they don't
get in trouble for that.

They'll fuck you
all kinds of ways.

Fuck you physically,
fuck you emotionally, fuck you financially.

And they don't get
in trouble for it.

Has he been fucking you, Rachel?
Has he been fucking you?

He's married, okay?

That don't mean shit
these days.

Just leave him alone.

Hey, Rachel, if you knew
this was gonna be

the very last time you could ever talk to your lifelong friend Andy,

what would you say?

Wait. No, wait. What?

What would you say,
Rachel?

[Choking]

[Rachel] Andy? Hey, what's happening?

[Rachel] What's happening?

That was
a wasted opportunity. Wait!

[Andy groans]

- [woman screams]
- [customers clamoring]

[Rachel] Andy?

Andy?

Andy, are you there? He can't hear you no more.

What do you mean?

Well, I think you know.

[Rachel] No, I don't. I don't, I don't. What did you do?

What did you do?

Well, why don't you
get yourself to a TV.

Gonna be a lot
of video soon.

You put him on the phone.

You put him back
on this goddamn phone.

You put him back
on this goddamn phone!

No, I can't do that.

Why not?

Well, number one...

he's already dead.

No, he's not.

No, he's--

Hey, listen, listen.

I'm really sorry, okay?

[Rachel]
I'm really sorry.You know...

I can still hear that faint tinge of "fuck you" in your voice.

Never know it,
but nothing's ever your good goddamn fault, right?

[Sirens blaring]

[sighs]

Hello?

Oh, shit.

Oh, my God. [Gasping]

[keypad beeping] [phone vibrates]

[phone vibrates]

[phone ringing]

Your life is over
when they find you.

Suicide by cop's
okay with me.

What do you want?

You got some messages. Got one from Dr. Miller.

She wants to change your Friday therapy appointment.

She better bring her A-game,
'cause you're gonna fucking need it.

Got one here from the principal of the Wesley Oaks Elementary School.

"Rachel, thank you for your hair and
makeup for The Music Manproduction.

Kyle was great
in the quartet."

Is that your son's name?

Is that where
he goes to school?

No way.

Kyle's my friend's son.
My son doesn't go to Wesley--

Rachel, I'm scrolling through the pictures on your phone.

Don't be a fucking idiot.

Don't you touch my son!

Then tell me, who's gonna die next, Rachel?

Who's gonna die?

Give me a name,

or I'll just play Russian roulette with your contact list.

[Rachel] No. I can't.

What about Richard?

No! No.

You telling me there's still
some feelings there?

He's my son's father.
Okay?

You can't ask me
to do that.You know what I can do?

I can send the $2300 and change you've got in your checking account

straight to Richard.

And... [chuckles]

every goddamn cent you've got
in your savings account.

You got me a name yet?

Look, here's an idea.

How about I swing by your mom's
room at the Shady Falls nursing home?

Right after I burn your house
to the fucking ground.

Me. Me, okay? I choose me.

I choose me.

Well, that's very noble,
but you can't choose yourself.

Why not?

Because that would defeat
the fucking purpose, Rachel.

Give me a name.
Make a choice.

Who are you gonna kill next?

Your mom? Richard?

Kyle?

Deb-- Deborah.

Last name?

Haskell.

8277 Walnut Avenue?

Now, what was her sin,
Rachel?

She fired me.

Through no fault
of yours, I'm sure.

I gave you a name.

Yeah, you did.

So, you won't hurt my son...

or my mom,
or go to my house?

Not right now.

I'm gonna be sick.
I'm gonna be sick.

Don't lose that phone, Rachel.

Yeah.

[Panting]

Fuck. Fuck.

Okay.

[Line rings]

[operator] 911.
What's your emergency?

My name is Rachel Flynn.
I have multiple emergencies.

I need you to listen to me
very carefully.

[Reporter] Police say the suspect didn't even bat an eye

as security cameras and graphic video
from terrified customers' cell phones

captured him brutally assaulting and then killing the victim in a booth.

He can then be seen calmly walking out of Darrow's Diner

while talking on a cell phone.

Witnesses say he sped away in a gray pickup...

Hey, babe.
Isn't Darrow's that place with the killer brisket?

...wanted in connection not only with that fatal house fire in Arbor Hills,

but a hit-and-run just a short while ago.

Babe, you gotta see this. [Clattering]

[Mary gasps] Neighbors say
he was badly injured

at the auto plant where he worked in middle management

and was fired just shy of his pension.You okay?

He was unable to find steady work over the last year.

Please tell me we own
whatever that was.

He was let go just yesterday from a maintenance company

after being employed there less than a month.Babe!

Once again, the suspect is driving a dark-gray, late-model 4x4 pickup.

If you have information, please call the police tip line.

That number is 1-800-555...

[police radio chatter]

Deborah Haskell?

Yes. Is there a problem?

[Reporter 2] Once again,
authorities stress

that the suspect should be
considered dangerous.

If you have any information
about his whereabouts...

[Mary gasps, chokes] ...please call
the police tip line.

[News report
continues indistinctly]

[Fred] Baby, are you okay?

You must be
Rachel's brother.

[Mary groaning]

Who's this?

[Mary coughs, gasps]

Mary.

Mary. [Man] Wife?

Girl-- Girlfriend.
Uh, fiancée, fiancée.

Uh-huh. [Mary gasps]

Feisty. [Chuckles]

Please don't hurt her
anymore, man.

Now, that's gonna be
up to you, Fred. [Mary sobs]

That's gonna be
up to you and your sister.

I-I-I don't understand.

Rachel has dismissed me

as the unworthiest fuck
to ever walk this planet.

And you know what, Fred?

I don't disagree.

Every effort,
every sacrifice I've ever made in my invisible life

has been dismissed
and judged...

ignored.

I've been chewed up,
used up and spat out.

[Mary coughing]

So I think "fuck it," Fred.

I'll make my contribution this way,
through violence and retribution.

'Cause that's all I got left.

Look, I have some weed out in the kitchen and ten bucks.

I'm not here
for your money, Fred.

[Mary sobs]

I'm here to make
your sister realize

that her words and actions
have consequences.

Please let my girlfriend go.Okay, I will.

Please.I will.

[Mary gasps] [Fred screams]

See what she did,
that sister of yours?

Look what
she's done now, Fred! [Fred whimpers]

All right, guys.
Can you get these gates locked up?

What the heck?

[Cell phone vibrating]

[gasps] Oh, God.

It's a parent.
It's all right. Ms. Flynn? [Phone ringing]

[line ringing]

[beeps]

This wasn't what
we talked about.

Yeah, well,
fucking surprise.

I called the police.

Of course you did. [Chuckles]

Please, just...

Just let them go, okay?

Are you inside
or outside?

Please,
just let them go.Rachel.

Stop talking.
Are you inside or outside of that school?

I'm outside.

Go in, get your boy,
call me back when you get to the car.

And you better be driving as fast and as
far away from that school as you can.

Don't stop for anybody.

You got three minutes,
or Fred's dead.

Now, Freddy...

Freddy, wake up. Come on.

You gonna write your sister
a letter, okay?

[Reporter] Psychologists
and other experts say

that incidents of road rage are becoming increasingly more deadly.

[Woman] We must be rich,
powerful, pretty

and celebrated
to exist in our culture.

Those left behind are doomed to rage like a volcano.

[Woman shouting]
Please, just wait right here!

[Clamoring] [panting]

Could you stay calm
for me, please?

Get on the intercom
and call him now!

The dispatchers
have already been called.I know.

We have procedures,
all right?

We're on something we call
the soft lockdown right now.

I'm the reason
for that. Okay?

Look. Look.

That's my little brother,
okay?

And this maniac's gonna hurt him even worse if you don't go get my son

in the next...
two minutes. [Phone vibrates]

Look, that's him
texting me right now.

See, look.

Look. Same guy.

Mrs. Ayers...

I need you to go
get my son.

Goddamn it, I need you
to go get my son!

[Man] Dear Rachel,

you are now responsible
for Mary's death.

Okay?

Come on.
Write the fucking letter.

[Rachel] Careful.
Come on.

[Kyle] Did you remember
my Butterfinger Blizzard?

[Rachel] Get in!

[Panting]

Seat belt.

[Engine starts]

You're freaking me out.

It's gonna be okay.Tell me what's happening.

- I'm not letting you out of my sight.
- What's going on?

Mom.

[Sirens blaring]

Mom, why aren't you
talking to me?

Have you got Kyle?

[Rachel] Yes.

Have him say hello.

Kyle, say hello.

Is it Dad? No.

Just say hello.

Hello?

Now put my brother
on the phone.

[Exhales]

[whimpering]

Talk.

[Fred] Rachel?

Are you okay?

[Rachel] Fred?

Mary's gone.

Mary's dead. Mary--

He made me--No, no. You didn't.
You didn't.

[Rachel] You didn't.You're right, I didn't.

You did.

What? [Kyle] Mom?

Who are you talking to?

[Rachel] Please, just--
just let him go.

Put me on speaker.

You have kids?

Family?

Rachel, your little brother is sitting in a puddle of lighter fluid

and his own piss.

Put me on fucking speaker.

Okay.

- [Man] Kyle, can you hear me?
- Yes.

I'm the man your mom honked her horn at this morning. You remember?

Yes.

[Man] Your uncle Freddy,

he's written your mom a letter,
and he wants to read it out loud.

It's very important that she remains quiet and respectful

and she listens
to every word, okay?

Okay.

Come on, Fred.

Read.

Come on. Read.

[Grunts]

[gasping]

"Dear Rachel,

you are now... res--

responsible...

for Mary's death."Responsible for Mary's death!

Read the fucking letter,
Fred!

"I now realize our loving...

relationship has been a lie.

[Gasping, stammering]

You are the most entitled,

self-centered person that I have ever known.

Everything has...

has always been about you.

I am deeply ashamed of you.

You are the reason...

this is happening to me

and why I will never see
another sunrise in my life."

[Man] Good job.

Stop it! Just stop it!

Are you talking to me
or to Freddy?

[Rachel] You made your point. [Officer] Police!

Show me your hands
and step back.

I said put your hands in the fucking air and step back now!

Six-Adam-Three, 10-33... Don't let him kill me.

- ...at 1204 North Jackson.
- He has a-- He has a--

Get on your knees! Fuck you.

[Fred] No!

[Fred screaming]

Do something! Help him!

Help him!

[Retches]

[panting]

[Rachel retches, coughs]

[labored breathing]

Mom?

Kyle...

[phone ringing, buzzing] [Rachel] I'm sorry.

No, don't answer it.
Don't answer it.

It might be the cop.

Hello? Officer?

It's still me.

Where is my brother?

Sorry, Rachel.

Freddy's gone.

If it's any consolation,

a fucking cop
shot my shoulder up.

I hope you bleed to death.

Well, that was sincere.

It's just not an apology.

There are a lot of people in my life who deserve apologies.

You are not one of them.

Let's talk about Kyle

and how he's gonna die.

You so much as breathe
in his direction,

no force on this earth will stop me from killing you.

Do you hear me?

Sounds like
you're waking up.

I am wide awake.

Wide awake.

That's good,
'cause we ain't near done yet.

Yes, this is over.

This is so fucking over,
you sick fuck!

[Gasps, panting]

Where should we go?

Police station. We should
go to the police station.

[Kyle] Mom?

Yeah?

Can I call Dad?

Sweetie, I don't have
my phone, remember?

That man took it.

You have your tablet?

I think he stole it too.

Well, that's probably
a good thing.

Well, he has your phone,
so if we had your tablet,

he could know where we are.

What?

He did know
where we were, but...

he was using
that flip phone.

Don't you think?

Yeah, maybe.

Hey, um...

I looked for my tablet before, but...
do you just wanna take another look around

just in case? Yeah.

Check the seat pockets.Okay.

Have a really
good look, okay?

Look under the seats.

You see it? I don't think
it's in here.

Wait, I think
I feel something.

- I think I see it.
- Where?

- Under your seat, it's...
- What?

It's stuck. It--

It's what?

It was taped.

Oh, my God.

Should I throw it
out the window? Yeah.

- No.
- What?

Wait, wait, wait.

"Find Your Phone" app.Yeah?

You put it
on the tablet too?

Yeah.

So, if he still
has my phone,

we should be able
to track him, right?

Right.

- Is it working?

- [Tablet beeps]
- I see it.

Where is it?

Right next to us.

Oh, my God.

[Kyle] Do you see him?

Oh, my God.

He's in front of us.

- He is?
- He has Rosie's van.

Mom, look! There's a cop.

- Do you see him?
- It's okay. It's gonna be okay.

He can help us.

Put your seat belt back on.

- Do not look at him, okay?
- [Kyle] Okay.

Mom, that-- that was--

The exit. I know. I know.

Kyle, just trust me
and get his attention.

Officer!

Hey!

- Officer! Help!
- [Kyle] Hello!

- Officer! Hey!
- [Rachel] Hey! Help!

Roll your window down!

Please help us!
Hello! Hey! We need help!

The guy you're looking for,
he's behind you!

Right behind you!

Please help us!

Pull over!

[Crash]

[panting]
Dispatch, request assist--

[gasps]

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Can you see him?

He-- He's catching up.

Go! Go!

[Rachel] Kyle, call 911
on the tablet. [Beeping]

[operator] 911.
What's your emergency?

[Rachel] The man on the news,
he's chasing me in a silver minivan.

- Your current location?
- Driving on 95 south.

Just after the State exit.

Ma'am, all units in that vicinity

are currently responding to a multi-vehicle crash.

He caused that accident!
My son and I are in danger!

Ma'am, we cannot get to you at the moment.

Stay on the line,
get someplace safe--

[Kyle] Mom, it died!

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

[Kyle] Tell me
you have the charger.

I don't.

Oh, my God.

We're on our own.

Okay. Okay.

[Kyle] We should just
go to the station.

[Rachel] There's no way we can outrun him.
We have to lose him.

- We need to go to Grandma's.
- Why?

It's your strategy,
remember?

From the video game? What?

It's somewhere
we're familiar with, okay?

It's the safest place
to hide you.

And we can call for help
with the silent alarm.

And it'll confuse the heck out of someone who's never been there before.

Right, like Uncle Freddy
was saying.

He still gets lost there,
like a maze of spaghetti.

Yeah, exactly.

So you think he'll get lost?

For long enough.

[Panting]

[Rachel panting]

[Kyle] Drive!

Go faster! Speed up!

[Grunting]

He's right behind us.

He's catching up.

Can you go any faster?

[Horns honking]

[panting]

Hold on!

[Tires squeal]

[engine revs] Fuck!

Are you okay? Yeah.

[Labored breathing, groans]

- Can you see him?
- No.

I think he's still back
towards the entrance.

Kyle.

Starting now,
we stick to our plan.

Our backup plan.

Yeah, if we do that,
I promise you...

we're gonna get through this
together, okay, you and me.

Yeah.Okay?

Go. Go.

[Beeps]

[panting]

[beeps]

[breathing heavily]

[exhales]

[gasping, coughing]

[growls]

[panting] Look at me! Look at me!

Look at me. You see me?

You're always gonna see me.

I'm always gonna be
inside your head.

Every time you think
of your little boy...

and what you could've done
to save him.

[Rachel grunts]

[panting]

Kyle?

Kyle Flynn?

It's the police.

You're safe, son.
Come on out.

Come on, son.

Your mom's hurt,
but she's okay.

She asked us
to come and get you.

[Breathing heavily]

[sirens blaring]

Come on, son.

It's okay.

Come on out, boy.

[Breathing heavily]

[clanking]

[screams]

[shushes]

I made a lot of noise.It's okay.

[Grunts]

[Kyle] No! No! No!

[Both screaming]

[grunting]

[sirens blaring]

[grunting]

[grunts]

[Kyle] No! No!

Get off me! Let go!

[Grunting] [man groans]

- [Rachel grunts]
- Mom!

- [Man growls]
- No!

[Kyle] Mom!

[Growling]

[Rachel yells]

[both panting]

No! No! Mom!

[Choking]

Hey!

[Screams]

[grunts]

[groans]

[gasping]

[growling]

Here's your fucking
courtesy tap! [Screams]

[both panting]

[distant sirens approaching]

[Rachel] You're okay.
You're okay.

Mom.

[Reporter] We understand that it may have
started as a result of a two-car crash...

[chattering]

[officer] Ms. Flynn?

May I have a moment?

It's okay.
We'll be right back.

Okay?

I'm so sorry...
[officer continues, inaudible]

Uncle Fred's alive.

He is?

He's gonna be okay.

Can we go see him?

Yeah. Yeah.

We got your statement,
so you are free to go.

[Brakes squeal]

[gasps]

[man] What's your problem?

[Shuddered breathing]

Good choice.

["[Don't Fear] The Reaper" by Keep Shelly In Athens playing]

[song continues,
woman singing]

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