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(suspenseful music)

(man grunts)

(man coughs)

- Get on the ground! - Freeze! Police!

Freeze! (sirens wail)

(car door closes)

(woman chuckles)

- What?

- [Woman] I thought we said no tree this year.

- Come on, will you look at it?

The ornaments, the lights.

Look, I can make 'em change color.

Plus, the smell.

- It's a fake tree. - Well, yeah, I know that.

I mean, you can pretend, right?

- Sure it smells like the attic.

- Stop.

Will you get into the spirit of things?

- Yay.

- Whatever.

So, steaks tonight?

- (chuckles) We can afford steaks again?

- Oh, but I want 'em so bad!

- Just three more weeks, okay?

(doorbell rings)

- [Man] Yeah, until you're fired or you quit.

- What is it? (door closes)

- Don't know, it's just addressed to some guy named Max.

Must be the wrong house, I guess.

- Don't. (husband sighs)

I'm trying.

- I just want you to be happy,

so, if that means quitting your job.

- I'm happy. - Sure.

- I'm happy.

- [Husband] Oh, man. We really gotta fix this.

- [Wife] What?

- This door opened when we opened the front door again.

So many stupid things in this place we gotta fix.

- Any luck today?

- Oh, not really.

- And you want me to be happy.

- I'm happy, I'm just out of work.

There's a difference.

- [Wife] Yeah, well you can't buy health insurance

with happiness, though.

- I'm not planning on getting hurt.

Are you planning on getting hurt?

- [Wife] That's not how this works.

- Too bad, because with your background

and my awesome cardio abilities, we'd be set.

They should actually pay us for our healthiness.

Something wrong?

- Just the usual BS.

So the new thing is they're not telling anyone.

If they get caught, it is all going under.

- First of all,

I don't think you should be telling all of this.

Second, I don't understand this

daddy/daughter management team thing.

It's such a bad idea.

- I don't know. I mean, strength in numbers, right?

- Family does not count in that.

- (scoffs) How so?

- Could you imagine us doing something like that?

Running a company?

We would butt heads and drive that thing into the ground.

- Yeah, maybe us, but that's just because

someone can't handle living with an ex-sergeant.

- Whatever.

- Regardless, I don't think it's the family situation

driving them down.

It's the lying.

- Well, yeah. Sure, that too.

I mean, you definitely can't just sell off stock.

- Stop.

- What?

You really think someone's listening out there?

- I don't know, I just don't wanna chance it.

So, don't talk about it, please.

- [Husband] Oh, I mean, you trust your husband or you don't.

- It's not that.

It's just either I risk saying something and losing this job

or saying nothing and this entire company goes up in flames.

- Or, or you say nothing and in four weeks,

you get that promotion that you've been waiting on.

- Yeah.

(door creaks)

- What?

- [Wife] I don't know if that's even a thing anymore.

It's all so up in the air.

- Up in the air how? Like, 80-40, 70-30?

- Like 80-20.

- That's great odds. - 80 losing, 20 winning.

I don't know, there's an entire shakeup going on.

The fifth floor is nervous, it's just...

It's just a feeling.

- I'm sure you'll be okay.

- I'm not just looking for okay.

Four years and sometimes I feel like

you don't even know who I am.

(footsteps clack)

- When I finally master my telepathic abilities,

I'll let you know.

(watch bleeps)

(suspenseful music)

(light buzzes)

(muffled clunks)

(muffled clunks)

(muffled clunks)

(muffled clunks)

(music intensifies)

(music softens)

- [Husband] Who the hell are you?

What're you doing in my house?

- [Intruder] I'm really sorry, just please.

(muffled chatter)

- [Husband] What're you doing in my house? Where's Heather?

- Stay there! - No, you need to leave!

(muffled yelling)

- Mark!

- Get outta here! - Please stop yelling!

- [Mark] Get outta here! Get outta my house!

- Mark!

- Where is it? - Where is what?

(gun fires)

(tense music)

(grunts)

- You okay? - Yeah.

- Wait, wait! - Get up, let's go.

- Wait, wait! - Mark, call the cops.

- Please, I've gotta figure out, (groans) my leg!

- Get up!

- I'll pay you $10,000 if you let me go!

- What do you mean, $10,000?

- Mark, phone them.

- I'm just gonna get up. (grunts)

I'm just gonna get up. I need to look around.

- Let me see your hands. Let me see your hands!

- Please let me get- - Stop, stop!

(gun fires)

- What did you do?

- Shit.

Shit.

(pants)

(grunts)

(pants)

- [Mark] 10 grand.

- Mark, quit screwing around and call it in.

- That's a lot of money, don't you think?

- I don't know, I don't know. Just call the cops.

- Listen, I think there's money

hidden in our house somewhere.

- Mark, just call the cops! I can't.

I am trying to figure out what the hell just happened here.

- Listen to me! There's money in our house.

I wanna find it!

Go clean up, okay?

Hurry up! Do it!

- Okay, okay.

Oh, my god.

(water splashes)

(muffled gunfire)

(loud gunfire from TV)

What are you doing?

- We've got about two minutes before a neighbor

or a cop comes by to ask about gunshots.

- Nancy's gone for the holidays.

- I'm just planning for whatever!

- What?

(Mark pants)

Stop. Mark, have you lost your mind?

- I'm putting him on the tile.

- [Heather] You're moving a body.

- [Mark] This guy offers us 10 large, and (grunts),

and he's digging around the house.

It's in here somewhere.

Under the house, maybe. I don't know.

And if he's offering us 10, that means

there's enough to go around for him to make a profit.

- No, that's theft.

- He's dead.

- Mark, this is, this is insane.

What are you thinking?

- You did what you had to do.

You protected me, you protected yourself.

Now, let's protect our future.

We're gonna take one hour and we're gonna find this stash.

As soon as we find it, we're gonna call it in,

and we're gonna move on.

We need this.

It's one hour.

The hospital bills, the funeral bills.

It'll all be paid for.

- What happens when we get caught

and we are shit out of luck and we're in jail?

- We're not gonna get caught.

It's one hour. It's no time at all.

- I already looked under the house, there's nothing there.

- Great.

That's one spot down.

(doorbell rings)

(muffled chatter from TV) (somber music)

Yeah, we got carried away.

We're just watching a movie.

Everything's fine. Yeah, I apologize.

- Have a good night. - Have a good night.

(door closes)

Neighbor.

- What next?

- It's 11:05.

We'll take until midnight to search the house

for the money he stashed, then we call the cops.

- One hour. (suspenseful music)

- I'm trying to keep him in there.

- What if someone asks about the towels?

- Um, we were trying to help him and stop the bleeding.

Okay, let's get to work.

(rain splashes)

(suspenseful music)

Not there.

(rain splashes)

(rain splashes)

(ominous music)

(melancholy music)

I'm not finding anything.

I've looked all over.

You okay?

Why do you do that to yourself?

It's 30 minutes till midnight. I say we look outside.

Need a minute?

(footsteps recede)

(rain splashes)

(door creaks)

- Anything?

- [Mark] Huh?

No, still nothing.

- (sighs) Any other ideas?

How much crap do we own?

(sighs)

(baseball bat clangs)

Mark.

- [Mark] Sorry.

(tires screech) (tense music)

- Don't.

(suspenseful music) (rain splashes)

- [Mark] What else could we be missing?

- I told you I already looked. There's nothing down here.

- Well, I'm gonna check again.

- [Heather] Told you.

- Damn it.

- I have an idea.

- What now?

- Just find his phone, wallet, anything.

Run your hands over the outside of his clothes.

(Mark sighs)

- No phone.

- Turn him on his side.

(Mark grunts)

- What the hell?

No wallet.

(grunts) Hang on.

(ominous music)

I got a...

Two-way radio.

- Short range.

- [Man Over Radio] Answer me!

- Was he talking to him?

- I don't know.

- He could've been talking to anybody.

Turn it back on.

Go on, turn it on.

(switch clicks)

- [Man Over Radio] You're supposed to work.

You turn the knob, you say some words,

I say some words, and then we talk.

It's kind of like ping-pong.

You hit, I hit. You hit, I hit.

- Call the cops.

(tense abrasive music)

(moans) (somber music)

(sobs)

(Mark chuckles)

(muffled rain splashes)

(door slams)

(door slams)

- What're you doing? - This frickin' door.

(thunder rumbles)

(Mark sighs)

- Listen, I know I've said this 100 times, but,

I'm so sorry.

- I know.

(Mark sighs)

- When the hell did we do that?

Can you hand me a towel?

- At this rate, we're gonna be running out of towels.

- I thought we were doing her some good, buying time.

(watch bleeps)

(sighs)

It's midnight.

- Did you call the police?

- No. - What?

- Well, you were slamming doors and it distracted me.

- It's three numbers. - I got nervous.

- [Heather] Where's your phone?

- It's in the bedroom.

Wait. - What?

- We're so close.

I really don't wanna think about what's gonna happen

next week when neither of us have reliable jobs.

- We'll be fine. - No, we won't.

I can't keep lying to myself. (somber music)

- It wasn't your fault.

- If I had just, If I had just been there.

If I hadn't been late.

- It wasn't your fault.

- I can't keep pretending that...

- Okay.

We haven't checked the laundry room yet, have we?

- No.

- Go get your phone.

I'm gonna go check it out, but that's it.

There's something strange happening.

I don't wanna get caught up in it.

We have to be more careful.

(Mark sighs)

(rain splashes)

(can clacks)

(door opens)

(door creaks)

- Parker.

Are you in here? (suspenseful music)

You ain't turned your radio on.

Is anyone else home?

Come on out.

(moans)

Oh, now that's a cute Charlie Brown Christmas tree.

- There's someone in my house.

(intruder giggles)

43 Carter Street.

- Mm-hm.

Jesus, Parker.

Could someone handle this?

(rain splashes)

(door creaks)

Oh.

Hello.

- What the fuck are you doing in my house?

- I'm looking for Parker.

Have you seen him? - I don't know who that is.

- Mm. - Where's my husband?

- Husband? I've...

I haven't seen him inside.

There's an awful lot of blood in there.

Is everything okay?

- Cops are out front.

I wouldn't wanna be here, if I were you.

- (sighs) Well, you don't even know me.

But judging by the bloody towels in there,

I would say that you don't wanna be here either.

Oh.

Clever.

Cocky. - You need to leave.

- Do I?

- I pull the trigger, we all go to jail.

Problem solved.

- I don't think you would.

- Well, I don't think you wanna take that bet.

- Those are some very high stakes.

- Walk away before we attract the cops.

(gun cocks)

- Relax.

If you see Parker,

would you let him know to turn his radio on?

I'm looking for what he owes me.

I'm gonna find it either way.

It was very nice meeting you.

And you.

Have a nice night.

Oh, yeah, and happy holidays.

- Shit.

Shit.

- Mark.

Mark.

We gotta do something.

- Yeah, but what?

(phone vibrates)

It's the police.

- Answer. - And tell them what?

- That you misdialed.

- [Mark] I sent them to the house nextdoor.

- Tell them that you gave the wrong address.

- That seems a bit conspicuous, doesn't it?

- Oh, god.

You know what? We need to turn in.

It was self defense, that's a fact, and besides,

there is a guy watching us and coming into our house.

- Two hours ago, it was self defense. Now it's murder!

- [Heather] Yeah, they don't know that.

- He does.

He wants Parker in there and he wants the money.

- Exactly. The police will protect us.

We'll tell them exactly what they need to know.

We were invaded, it was self defense. He offered us money.

There's something in this house that he wants.

(phone vibrates)

(knocks)

- [Officer] Are you guy who can't remember his own address?

- Yeah, thanks for coming, officer.

No, we were woken up by an intruder.

Sir, he's in the bathroom. - Whoa, whoa.

Stay here, please.

Are you two the owners of this property?

- Yes, sir.

- Sir, I'm gonna need you to step outside.

Ma'am, over by the windows, please.

- Whoa, what's goin' on?

There's a man in our house. Shouldn't you be-

- Sir, please don't tell me how to do my job.

I'm just trying to protect myself

and make sure I know all the facts here.

I don't know you and I don't know her,

so I don't know what's fact or fiction here.

You understand?

- Yeah, yeah, that makes sense.

- Now, where did you...

(ominous music)

(Mark pants)

- [Mark] Stop the bleeding.

- What're you doing? Wait, stop, stop, stop.

You're gonna fuck it up more.

- What do you wanna do, just let him die?

- He's already dead.

- Shit.

Oh, shit.

(Heather grunts)

- Mark.

(Mark pants)

Wait, wait, wait. Do you want to talk to him?

- I don't think we have a choice at this point.

(radio bleeps)

- [Man] Do I finally have a friend to play telephone with?

Hello?

Answer me!

- Yeah. Yeah, I'm here.

- [Man] Marky. Good to hear from you, sir.

- How do you know my name?

- [Man] I'm gonna lay down some ground rules.

Numero uno, shut up.

And the rest I'll make up along the way.

Now, Parker is gone.

Self defense, I get it.

But now there's a dead cop in there somewhere,

and there's a car out here,

sitting out in front of your house.

I didn't wanna draw attention to you,

so I shut it down and it's dark again.

- There's more and they're gonna come after him.

- [Man] Not if they think he's fine.

I can keep 'em at bay, but not for long.

So, now you have two bodies in there,

and no way to explain that.

I propose that I come over there and keep searching

for my belongings that Parker left, capisce?

- You come in this house,

I swear I will put more lead in you than I did your boy.

- [Man] Heather, relax. It's Christmas.

I just want what is mine.

- And what is that?

- [Man] You think I'd tell you? No, honey.

I can't have you getting any wrong ideas about me.

Well, aside from the whole cop-killer thing.

But, in truth, that wasn't even me.

That was my pal Tom here.

Say hey, Tom.

- Shoot me.

Come on.

Do it.

- [Man] Don't test me.

- And what if you miss?

You really wanna wake up the neighbors?

- [Man] Just leave!

What is wrong with you people?

- I swear, no matter how much you try to scare us,

you are not getting in this house.

- [Man] I wouldn't expect any other answer

from you, sergeant.

Well, ex-sergeant.

- Fuck you.

- [Man] So foul! Someone's got a touchy spot!

I can't imagine you being soft, honestly.

You've killed a man already tonight!

Hm, not to mention all those soldiers

you killed back in Iraq.

- We defended ourselves, you're a murderer.

- [Man] Sure.

Listen, I truly hope that you continue to defend yourself.

After all, that is the American way.

But that doesn't change the fact

that you have something that is mine!

I'll see you soon.

(switch clicks)

- What did he mean?

I guess we're back to square one.

- Square one was before I shot a guy.

(somber music)

(radio bleeps) (suspenseful music)

- Hello?

- [Man] Mark.

What's up, man?

- Uh, I wanna talk.

- [Man] Fantastic, let's meet.

- How do we get out of here alive without

ending up behind bars?

- [Man] Hm, that's a tall order.

- Listen, I'm no soldier.

I'm just some guy and I just wanna forget about all this.

- [Man] You pansy baby.

You're talking quietly 'cause Mrs. Barns clearly doesn't

know what you're up to and now you're belittling yourself.

Where's the confidence?

- I just want this to be over.

- [Man] Here's what I'll tell you, Marky.

For you, I will talk to a few officers that I know,

and I'll see if I can get you off the hook for the whole

murder thing and then for killing the poor defenseless cop.

- We didn't kill that cop and you know that.

- [Man] I don't know anything! You can't prove anything!

My friend, the simple fact of the matter is

you two know too much.

I can't guarantee anything.

- I don't know shit.

I don't even know what you're looking for anymore.

- [Man] And I think we should keep it that way.

If you two can just come outside, we can put an end to this.

We'll find the, what we need,

and we'll figure out what we need to do next.

- You're not gonna let us go, are you?

- [Man] I don't like to lie, Mark.

Just come out.

Don't let another member of your family die.

You don't have to be the cause of your wife's death, too.

(switch clicks)

(Mark sighs)

- It's the only room in the house without a dead guy in it.

- I thought I heard talking.

- What the hell are we gonna do?

- I don't know.

- What do you mean? Are we out of moves?

- [Heather] I don't know.

- Jesus, Heather. I'm just looking for like a little bit

of comfort here or like an ounce of hope, maybe?

And all you can give me is "I don't know?"

Like, I get that you are living with whatever shit that

you went through, but guess what, I didn't go to war but

I went through some shit too and I have to live with that.

And maybe you see that sometimes, but at least I try.

I try to help and to give you what you need.

I love you, Heather.

I really do.

But it gets harder and harder every day

that you bottle that shit up and don't talk to me about it!

- I can't talk about this right now.

That's not how this works, this is how I cope.

I'm sorry if that hurts your feelings.

I really don't mean it to.

- You're a sergeant.

It's your job to lead people and to move us forward.

And it'd be really helpful if you could just help me come up

with some vague notion of a plan otherwise what're we doing?

- I don't know, Mark, what are we doing?

- We're, we're fighting our way out of this shit,

because we have a daughter that we owe our lives to!

- She's gone. - Fuck, I know that!

I got her killed!

And I have to live with that!

Some semblance of compassion from you would be helpful!

- Compassion? That's what you wanna talk about right now?

I killed someone tonight,

and all of this is a little too much for me right now.

- Yeah.

Sorry.

I'm just scared.

- Yeah.

We have to fix this.

- Why don't we just sneak out the back door

and not come back?

- Where are we supposed to go? (chuckles)

With what money?

There is someone probably watching our back door.

- Then we'll call for backup on the cop's radio.

We can explain it. - We'll be in jail in an hour.

- [Mark] (sighs) What do we do?

- I don't know.

(muffled gunshots) (suspenseful music)

- Radio.

(radio bleeps)

- [Man] You just met Tom.

Congrats, yeah, he's lovely.

We assumed you wouldn't shoot him,

'cause that would be too loud and we'd be forced to come in

and it would just be a big mess.

Kinda like an arrow through a cop,

and then how would you explain all those 9mm rounds?

(laughs)

- I wanna meet.

Backyard, 10 minutes.

- [Man] I don't see why not.

It's not like you're gonna shoot me out in the yard.

Too noisy.

I'll see you at 2:30.

- We step outside he's gonna shoot us with a frickin' arrow.

- He's not gonna kill us.

- [Mark] How can you be so sure?

- I'm gonna make a deal.

- What kind of deal?

(rain splashes) (suspenseful music)

- Hello, friends.

You won't, so don't even bother threatening me.

- I called to offer you a deal.

- What is this, the deal making business?

You have what is mine and I want it.

- Yeah, we found it but we're not gonna give it to you

until you tell us what we need to know.

- And what might that be?

- Who put it in my house?

- Parker did. - Why?

- Oh, well, because he's a lying piece of shit,

and he stole it from us.

Now can we just please get- - Shut up.

I'm not finished.

Why go through all this for that?

- (chuckles) Well, because it's worth a whole lot of money.

Why else?

Oh.

You don't have it.

- We have it.

- You don't have it, because if you did have it,

then you would know how much money it's worth,

and you two would be trying to get going by now.

- You didn't answer the question.

Why did Parker stash it here?

- Why don't we go in there and ask him?

- Oh, shit.

I could have it.

Or it might not even be here.

You don't even know.

(man grunts)

- You know what? Why don't I just put you both down.

And then I can go in this house and search in peace.

(whistles) - I wouldn't.

- And why wouldn't I?

Oh.

What is that, some sort of trigger thingy

where you can make this house go kaboomy, and then...

(chuckles)

- I was a Navy EOD.

That means I took apart bombs.

That also means I know how they work,

and I know with enough gasoline and other shit,

that little thing you're looking for goes up in flames.

(man laughs)

- Mrs. Heather Barns of 11-41 Carter Street.

That's brilliant.

Okay, say I believe you. Now what?

- Now you leave.

(man grunts)

- That's a nice move, Barns family.

Nice move!

She's got balls, Mark.

(laughs) Unlike you.

- Shut up. - What does he mean by that?

- Oh, yeah, we had a little chat.

You know how much of a pussy your husband is? (chuckles)

And you're here protecting him.

- Shut up!

- He called me looking for a way out of this,

without you knowing, of course,

and he was whining and crying about how he's just some dude

and he's not some soldier! (laughs)

Oh, it was pathetic.

(sighs)

Anyway, I'll leave you to it.

Loved it.

No, Uncle.

She had a bomby thingy.

I, I don't need more guys.

No, I don't need more guys!

I'll find it!

(cork squeaks)

- That's not gonna help you solve our problems.

- [Heather] I'm not trying to. It's just a drink.

- Guess I'll figure this out on my own, then.

- What is your problem?

You could sit here and find your own shit way to deal

with your anxiety, but instead you throw it all on me.

I'm not your therapist.

- Well, that shouldn't be your therapist.

- It's just one drink. - Yeah, one drink.

Now, I'd like to see you put it away.

You know, better yet,

I'd like to see you pour out the bottle.

I mean, how many times do we have to go through this?

- Screw you.

If I'm fine, I can have a little drink.

I'm gonna have a little drink.

Maybe you should have one too.

Help you get over Lilly's death finally.

- What did you say?

You're over her?

You can just move on and get over the fact

that our daughter's gone forever?

- That's not what I meant.

- Oh, I hate that excuse.

I don't see any other way of taking that statement.

You know, if you're over it,

I guess we can get rid of the rest of her stuff then, huh?

- Stop! - You're over it.

We don't need this anymore. - Stop it!

- You're over it. - No, stop it!

- We don't need- - Stop it!

(sobs)

Where is it?

(sobs)

I'm fine.

I just, sorry.

(sighs)

- It's too bad we're not in a cartoon.

We could just get into a box

and fill it with packing peanuts

and ship ourselves out of here right under their noses.

(Heather chuckles)

- That's a terrible idea.

- (chuckles) Yeah.

(Heather sighs)

- No one knows where that stash is. Why is that?

What if Parker never actually had left it here?

- What do you mean?

- What if he had it shipped here later?

- Wouldn't he remember?

- We moved here, what, a month ago?

- [Mark] Yeah, roughly.

- Yeah, he hid the money a couple months ago.

Maybe with that concussion,

he forgot that he had it shipped here.

- Right.

- It serves from the mail system and no one has hands on it.

(Mark sighs)

- It was a long shot anyway.

I'm sick of being at square one.

Like, when do we get to square five?

- I don't know but we need to be proactive.

I really don't wanna go to jail.

- Yeah, or be dead. - Yeah, that too.

- Well, you've already scared the shit out of everyone

around you once tonight with that fake bomb crap.

- Yeah, well now you know how I can defuse situations

and avoid fights so well.

- Did you just make a joke?

- Maybe.

- Wow.

On the eve of our death, my scary-ass wife makes a joke.

- Hey, I'm not scary.

- Woman, you have a fake detonator that I don't doubt

for a second you could make real, if you wanted to.

- It's true, I could.

Well, I have something else that's a little scarier

and I can't believe I'm suggesting this.

- What?

- I think we need to move the cop.

- Why?

- We need to stage a scene,

in case we need to talk our way out of this.

Maybe we can prove something happened

between him and Parker.

- You really think we can outsmart cop guys that are paid

to know what kind of weapon makes what kind of blood-

- Do you wanna help me figure this out,

or do you wanna get screwed in the shower later?

By a man, in jail.

(Mark sighs)

- Fine.

(grunts)

- Give me the gun.

- Wait a minute.

- What?

- [Mark] How do we explain the arrow?

- Oh, shit.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I am running on fumes.

(sighs)

What time is it?

- 3:32.

(Heather sighs)

- I need a nap.

- We go to sleep now, they're gonna come in here

and tear this place apart.

- Yep.

Yep.

(sighs)

We need to find this thing.

(somber music)

It's our only way out of here.

- I need to get out of this room.

(suspenseful music)

(sniffles)

I can never let this part of me go.

If I just hadn't have been late picking her up.

- You can't predict when a drunk driver's gonna run up

onto a kerb and hurt someone.

- No.

No, but she could've been in my car, far away from there

before he ever got close to the bus stop.

- When I was in Iraq,

I was working on an IED outside of an apartment complex.

We had a new guy on the team, Marcus Fincher.

Stupid kid.

He was really eager to go in and save lives and

whatever patriotic mindset he had.

So I let him put on that suit,

and I let him go over there and diffuse the bomb.

He did a really good job at it too.

I saw him pull the IED out of the dirt,

and that look on his face.

He was so proud.

What he missed...

What I missed...

Was there was second device 14 yards away from him

on the other side of the road.

And then, boom.

It went off.

Rounds started flying, I,

I had to take cover in the Humvee and...

All I could see was dust.

And my guys...

They couldn't do shit.

Apaches came in and they cleared out the area.

And when the dust settled, I stepped outside onto the road.

And I was alone for a minute,

on this Iraqi street,

on the other side of the world.

There was nothing I could've done differently.

- Shit happens, huh?

- Yeah.

Shit happens.

I'm gonna go check on the other end and see what I can find.

- Yeah, give me a minute.

Hey, babe?

Thanks for telling me about that.

I'm sorry that happened to you, but,

it sounded like they were doing something they believed in,

and they were with their people when it happened.

- Huh?

Yeah, they were a good group of guys.

We had some fun times.

- I know it sounds cliche, but bad things do happen to...

(screams)

- Mark, Mark!

- Let me go! (screams) - Mark!

(muffled yelling)

- [Man] Shut up!

Heather!

Heather, doll.

Stay put, okay?

We're just gonna look around down here.

And speak to your husband.

We'll keep him, uh, comfortable! (laughs)

- [Mark] (screams) Let me go!

- [Man] Okay, now, stay put.

(Mark screams)

(Heather grunts)

Sweetie!

You're gonna hurt yourself!

(Heather grunts)

(melancholy music)

(thuds)

(rain splashes)

(door creaks)

(tense music)

- Check the bathroom.

What the hell?

- Hey.

What're you doing?

What're you digging holes?

Was Parker a pirate?

(grunts)

Okay.

Santa baby, bring me somethin' tonight!

Mark.

Mark, Mark!

Where's my stuff?

(groans)

Has anyone checked the shed?

Hm?

Heather!

Oh, Heather.

Haven't heard from you in a while.

Somebody check on our little Heather.

(suspenseful music)

What do you mean she's not up there?

(grunts)

Find her.

Check the neighbors, check the field.

Check every chicken's little asshole.

You.

Flashlight, now.

Okay.

You stay here, in case she comes back.

I'm gonna go check the street.

(lighter flicks)

(thud)

- Mark.

Mark, Mark, Mark, Mark.

Look at me, look at me.

Shit, shit, shit.

Shit.

(bat clangs) (grunts)

(thuds) (groans)

(thuds) (grunts)

(grunts) (thuds)

(dramatic music) (grunts)

(grunts) (groans)

(thuds) (grunts)

(thuds) (grunts)

(groans) (thuds)

(sharp thud) (groans)

(pants)

(somber music)

(grunts)

(heartbeat thuds)

(grunts)

(pants)

Where is this thing?

(ominous tones)

(paper rustles)

- Drop the gun.

Bring me the drive.

(grunts) (dramatic music)

(thud) (grunts)

(grunts)

(screams)

(grunts) (thuds)

(screams)

(gun fires)

(grunts)

(rain splashes)

(phone vibrates)

- What? What?

No, no!

Don't come down here. Don't come...

Don't come down here!

I'll find her.

All right?

I wanna make you happy.

Yes, I'll fix it.

Yes, I want you happy.

Okay.

(somber music)

(rain splashes)

Bring the cars around.

(Mark groans)

- [Heather] Get up.

(Mark groans)

- What the, (groans) get me outta here.

- I can't get you out of here fast enough.

They're gonna be back any second.

- What do we do?

- I found what they're looking for. (chuckles)

We're gonna get outta here.

Just one more play.

I got what they want.

- And if they decide to kill us?

- They won't.

- Not gonna lie.

If I didn't think I was gonna die in the next minute,

I'd be pretty turned on right now. (chuckles)

(Heather chuckles)

(suspenseful music)

(rain splashes)

(rain splashes)

(door creaks)

(Heather coughs)

- Hey, Tom!

You okay?

Mark, that looks uncomfortable.

Mm-hm.

(grenade clacks)

Come back to you in a second.

(Heather groans) (rain splashes)

Son of a...

(sighs)

(gun fires)

Heather!

- Oh, shit.

- Wow!

Is this really how you wanna play this?

- I have your drive, you piece of shit.

- Really?

You're lying!

Great!

You still have one more issue, though.

(door creaks)

Oh.

Wait. - Shoot me and I destroy it.

- Whoa, whoa! Now, don't do that.

Don't do that!

- Set Mark free, get him up.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I can do that.

I can do that.

Now that, that drive...

Okay, it's worth, it's worth a lot of money, okay?

You know who runs this town?

The mayor, and do you know what the mayor does?

- Stop moving.

- Well, I gotta get Mark.

Okay.

Now look, that's the key to the city, okay?

And there's a video on there of the mayor

doing some really naughty things and-

- Get him up!

- Yeah, okay, okay.

We can sell it and we can split it.

- [Heather] Get him up.

- Okay, yeah, Mark.

Oh, mm-mm.

- What're you doing?

(Mark groans)

- I gotta get Mark.

- [Mark] No! (groans)

(flesh squelches) (screams)

- Life isn't fair. (chuckles)

(Mark groans)

- Hand him over.

- All right, Mark, come on. (grunts)

Now.

You made a mistake once in your life.

You don't have to make it again, okay?

Hand me the drive.

I'm getting really sick and tired of this shit.

Hand me the drive!

You know what? How about I just shoot him and you?

(Heather grunts)

Okay, okay.

I got another idea.

(gun fires) (Heather screams)

Now hand me the drive, Heather!

Hand me the drive!

(Mark groans)

(device bleeps)

(explosion bangs)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(bullets whoosh and ricochet) (guns fire)

(casings clink)

(guns fire) (bullets whoosh)

(gun fires)

(glass shatters)

(dramatic music) (gun fires rapidly)

Woo! (yelps)

Whoa! (pants) - Shit, shit.

- Heather!

(pants)

What was that? That was a nice try!

Woo!

This!

How could you not see?

This is gonna make heads turn!

And you could've been in on this!

Well, it's a damn shame that you couldn't be...

(gun fires)

(groans)

(Heather sobs)

(watch bleeps)

(both pant)

(Mark grunts)

- Come on, come on.

(pants)

We have to stop the bleeding.

(Mark grunts) Careful.

Put pressure on it. (Mark groans)

(dark electronic music)

Shit.

(car starts)

(engine roars)

(somber music)