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[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Everything looks so beautiful from up here.

- I'll say.

- I've been thinking about you all week.

I can't get you out of my mind.

- I've been thinking about you, too.

- God, you're amazing.

You know that?

What's wrong?

- It's just you deserve more than this.

- This moment right here, this is all I need.

- Tom. - [sighs]

- I'm sorry. I can't.

- It's okay. It's okay.

- [crying]

Emma, you've gotta talk to me.

- This isn't gonna work.

We can't do this anymore.

- Listen...

I know this is not how we expected things to go.

But I really care about you.

You can't say you don't feel the same way about me.

- How I feel doesn't matter.

- Emma.

Emma, wait. Just meet with me tomorrow.

I don't want this to be the last time I see you.

- We can't. - Why?

- Because it's my anniversary.

I'm sorry. It's over.

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

- Mark Webster's office, please hold.

Happy anniversary, Mrs. Webster.

- Oh, they're beautiful. Thank you.

- Thanks for waiting. How can I help you?

No, I've already stated that we have no comment.

- Stop it! [wailing]

♪ ♪

[screaming]

- Thanks, Selena.

Hello, pumpkin.

I thought you were gonna wear the red dress.

You know that's my favorite.

- I know. I just thought that maybe we could

try something a little different.

- It's okay.

There's still time to stop by the apartment and change.

What's that?

- Nothing.

- Emma, you know that's only going to trigger your anxiety.

- I'm sorry.

What are you doing with my file?

- They're revoking his parole.

- Don't you wish you were still putting guys like that in jail

instead of keeping them out?

- I don't miss living out of a shoebox in Birmingham

wearing cheap suits,

and I don't miss doing everyone else's dirty work.

Up here everyone else does the dirty work for me.

Do you know what I do miss, though?

I miss that carefree girl.

One of the few photos I have of you

in front of the camera.

What was she thinking?

- I don't remember.

- Oh, sir.

Pardon me.

- You've met my wife, haven't you?

- [clears throat]

I don't think so.

- Emma, this is Tom Gorman.

- We met at the Christmas party last year, actually.

- That's right. You auctioned off some of your photographs

you took for charity.

They were stunning. - No, no.

You both know it wasn't the Christmas party.

It was the holiday party,

lest we offend the PC police.

[laughing]

Much on for the weekend?

- Just paperwork, somebody's gotta keep the--

[conversation indistinct]

[music building]

[dinging]

- Emma, darling.

- Yes?

- I drove. - Right.

- Nice to meet you again.

Monday.

- Now, that was delicious.

- Would you like some dessert?

- I'm fine. Thank you. - How is the gateau a la creme?

- It's to die for. - Perfect.

We'll take two.

- Of course.

- I thought we weren't doing gifts.

- I wanted to surprise you tonight.

They say diamonds are a girl's best friend,

but 11 years apparently makes it our steel anniversary,

so I had this specially made.

- It's beautiful.

Thank you.

- Try it on. - Oh, my gosh!

[chatter]

- Yay! [applause]

- That was you not so long ago.

[snaps] Hey.

You still with us?

- Yeah.

- I thought we weren't doing gifts.

Super Bowl?

- Fifty yard line, you did always say

that you wanted to go, and I thought

that maybe this year the Steelers would be in it.

- Not a chance.

They suck this year.

They're, like, 4-12.

Let me.

Happy anniversary, pumpkin.

[crying softly]

- [clears throat]

- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

- I know it is none of my business,

and I know that you feel like you just made

a huge commitment out there,

but I just want you to understand

that nothing is set in stone.

- Yeah, you're right. It's none of your business.

- No, I-- I know, you're right.

I'm sorry.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

[chatter] [horns blaring]

- Before we head on home,

there's one final surprise, babe.

Check your pockets.

♪ ♪

- Can you please just tell me where we're going?

- No.

We're almost there, I promise.

- You've been saying that for an hour.

- Yeah, but this time I mean it.

Just try and have some fun, would you? Come on.

- Being blindfolded for over an hour

really isn't my idea of fun.

- It was when we first got married.

♪ ♪

- I'm not--I'm not doing this.

I can't do it. I feel carsick.

I'm taking it off. I don't--

- Stop.

You're gonna ruin the surprise.

- Mark, I really don't know

what kind of weird game you're playing,

but I don't want to fool around.

Mark.

Mark. Mark, where are we going?

The lake house?

- Surprise. I had them prepare it for us today.

- It's so strange in the winter.

- We have a lot of happy memories here.

I thought maybe we can rekindle some of them.

- 75, 76,

77, 78, 79--

Fuck it.

- "I love you with all my heart.

Till death do us part."

[light, tense music]

♪ ♪

[wind howling] [clattering]

[door rattling]

♪ ♪

[clicking]

- ♪ Lies with every eye ♪ - [gasps]

♪ Sitting on my nose ♪

♪ Flowers on the wall ♪

♪ Keep growing high ♪

♪ Realizing no time ♪

♪ No time left at all ♪

♪ A falling leaf am I ♪

♪ A falling leaf ♪

♪ Am I ♪

♪ Let him in all upon ♪

♪ Showing no life at all ♪

♪ Missing water and heat and ground ♪

♪ And looking to the sky ♪

♪ Grim reaper comes ♪

♪ Hoping grass was tall ♪

♪ Wind, please help me ♪

♪ A falling leaf ♪

- Took you long enough.

You know, it's really not fair.

- What?

- That you just get more beautiful as you get older.

- Well, I started out very ugly.

- Mm.

[music continues]

♪ ♪

- Emma, I know

that things have been bad between us,

been bad for a while,

and I'm sorry.

You've been through so much,

and I haven't been a good husband.

I know one stupid anniversary surprise

isn't gonna fix everything,

but it's a start.

We owe it that much, don't we?

- ♪ Laying here in pieces ♪

♪ Day's work all been done ♪

♪ Guess I got what man receives ♪

♪ On plain reality ♪

♪ But wait my knees are falling ♪

♪ Falling everywhere ♪

♪ Are we not all falling leaves? ♪

♪ Are we not all ♪

♪ Falling leaves ♪

[song ends]

[wind howling]

- Oh, my God. It's freezing.

- Morning, sweetheart.

How are you feeling?

- Hungover.

- Mm.

Did you dream beautiful things?

- Ah--

What the fuck is this?

What is this?

Mark? Mark?

- It's time to wake up.

[gunshot]

[muffled ringing]

Oh, shit!

[grunting]

Help!

[panting]

[panting]

[dialing] Please.

[off-hook tone]

[phone clatters]

[gun clicks]

[clicking] Oh.

[sighs]

Oh.

[grunting]

[straining efforts]

[grunting]

[eerie tone]

♪ ♪

[thumping]

[straining efforts]

[grunting]

Ah!

Uh!

Oh.

[wind howling]

[panting]

Ow.

[grunting]

[laughs]

[thud]

[panting]

No. [sighs]

[grunting]

Oh, come on. Come on.

Please help me, please, please.

Yes!

No, no. No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Fuck!

[phone clatters]

[grunts]

Keys. Fuck yes! [exhales]

Oh.

[eerie tone]

♪ ♪

[grunting]

[exhales sharply]

[grunting]

[struggling efforts]

[grunts]

[alarm blaring]

[panting]

Thought you would be lighter without all that blood.

Oh. Okay. Oh, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

[engine starts] Yes!

[shuddering]

[engine sputters, shuts down]

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. [starting engine]

[grunts] Fuck.

[sighs]

[panting] Oh, motherfucker.

Why? - ♪ It's so very hard to find ♪

♪ To need someone to love ♪

- Our wedding tune. - [gasps]

- Remember? - [shuddering]

I have to admit. I'm impressed you made it this far.

You should have knelt at my feet

after everything I did for you.

When I met you, you were nothing--

a failed photographer with no money, no hope.

My only regret is not being there

to see the look on your face right now.

I don't want to give you the satisfaction of thinking

I put a bullet in my head

because of your disobedience,

but I was being called away,

and I couldn't just sit back and watch you live

happily ever after, with him.

[kisses] Happy anniversary, pumpkin.

- [exhales]

- ♪ Need somebody ♪

♪ At least that's what some people say ♪

- [grunts]

[water running]

[panting]

♪ ♪

- No.

No, fuck.

Ah.

Ohh!

No!

Oh. [panting]

[door creaks]

[thudding]

[pulls switch]

Okay. Okay.

[panting]

Fuck.

[grunting, panting]

You can do this.

I can do this.

[grunts]

Ah!

Ow. [grunts]

You fucking hypocrite!

How many fucking times did I wash lipstick and glitter

off of your fucking shirts?

[groans]

[grunting]

I was dragging around that lifeless corpse of yours

long before you put a bullet in that deranged head of yours.

You just didn't know it yet.

[light music]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

[groaning]

Ahh. [panting]

- I'm gonna cut myself free of you,

if it's the last thing I do.

[grunting]

Oh.

Ow.

[grunts]

[record static scratching]

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

[dramatic sting]

[knife stabbing] [screaming]

[static stops]

[beeping]

- It's 11:26 a.m. July 2nd.

I'm the assistant district attorney,

and we'll be personally overseeing your case.

I know you're weak and tired, but we need you

to tell us everything about the attack last night.

- He came out of the shadows, and he--

he ripped the camera out of my hands.

I made a--a run for it.

I tried to run, and then that's when I felt, um...

[knife stabbing] [screaming]

the--the knife.

I-I went to scream for help but--

- It's okay.

The detective mentioned you mutilated your attacker.

- My keys--um, I had--

I had my keys clenched in my fist, and--

[keys stabbing] - [screaming]

- That's the last thing that I remember.

- Hey, you're safe now. You're safe.

I promise. We've apprehended--

[grunting]

Fuck!

[screams]

[dark music]

♪ ♪

[vehicle approaching]

[car door closes]

♪ ♪

[footsteps approaching]

[knocking]

- No! - Ahh!

Ohh.

- Ah. - Tom?

- You broke my nose.

- What are you doing here?

- You gotta be kidding me, right?

Does, "I fucked up, and I need your help" ring a bell?

- What? - The message you sent me.

- Tom, I didn't send you a message.

- Do you have any idea the shitstorm your husband's

caused back at the office?

Is that blood on your shirt?

- Oh, Tom, Mark sent you those messages.

- Is he here?

- Most of him.

- What do you mean?

- Jesus fucking Christ.

- Mark shot himself.

- He what? What the fuck happened?

- He handcuffed himself to me,

and then he shot himself in the head.

- Is it because of us?

- I'm pretty sure it was because he was insane.

- Okay.

Okay.

If you-- Should we cover his--

- His what?

- I'm sorry. I haven't seen my boss in his boxers before.

I'm freaking out a little bit.

- You're freaked out? - Why would he do this?

Shit, the raid. - The what?

- Last night the DA raided his entire office.

They placed charges against Mark--

evidence of tampering on multiple cases.

This is why I tried to call you.

- So this fuckstain knew his entire career

was going down the drain, and so he's just trying

to drag me down too.

Fuck.

- You call the police? - He trashed my phone.

- Okay. We got time to get our story straight.

- What story? He killed himself.

- You washed your face?

- Yeah, I rinsed my dead husband's

blood and brains off. Why?

Do you think that I did this?

- Of course not, but the cop is gonna ask you that question.

- Okay, so let a cop ask that question.

I'll tell him the fucking truth.

- You gotta understand, the truth is not necessarily

your best friend right now.

Trust me, I do this for a living.

- So what do I do? I lie to the police.

- No. We manage the truth.

This doesn't look good for either of us.

- I don't give a shit about looking good right now.

- Well, you gave a shit five minutes ago

when you washed the evidence off your face.

- Call the fucking police. - Listen.

- Have you stopped to think about why

Mark sent you that message?

Because I woke up handcuffed to my dead husband

whose carcass I've been dragging

around the entire house.

He siphoned all of the gas out of the car.

He thought to remove every sharp object.

I have been chained to this nightmare all day.

Do you really think that he sent you that text

so you could come here and you could save me?

Call the police!

- Okay. You're right.

Shit.

I left it on charge.

Do you recognize that car?

- No.

- Passed him about a mile back.

He was parked up on the side of the road.

- Tom, we have to run.

- How do you expect to do that?

Listen, okay let me handle this.

- No. You can't go out there.

- The only thing this guys knows for sure

is that I'm here, that's it.

You lock the door, and don't open it

for anybody else that's not me. Okay?

- No, no, no, no. - Don't open it

for anybody who's not me. - No, no, Tom.

Shit. - Lock the door.

- Shit.

Tom, be careful.

- Can I help you? - Yeah, I sure hope so.

Are you the owner of the property?

- No. Gotta come back another time.

- Yeah, see, a Mr. Webster.

hired us to fix a burst pipe, you know?

Said he'd be here today to let us inside.

- Well, like I said no one's here, so--

How much did he say he was going to pay you?

I'll cover it, and you can be on your way.

- Do you mind if we settle inside?

It's cold as a witch's tit out here, you know?

- Actually I do.

How much?

- I, uh--

We agreed upon an even 200.

- Here's 50 on top.

- Ain't you a gentleman?

- Drive safe.

- Actually, uh,

Mind if I use your facilities?

I just drove all the way from Buffalo,

and I'm about ready to burst, you know?

- It's out of order.

- Out of order?

Listen, you got a problem with me or something?

- You said you drove from Buffalo, over 250 miles

just to fix a burst pipe?

With Indiana plates?

I gave you what you came for, and still you're standing here,

so yeah, I got a problem with you or something.

I think you should leave.

[engine stops]

[door opens]

- Listen, why don't you just let us inside

so we can do our job, all right?

- Look, fuck off, now!

- All right. All right.

We don't have to do this, all right, we could just--

- I've already notified the police.

- Just walk away. - I suggest you get

back in your car. - Please, please, Bob--

[stabbing] - [grunts, groans]

- Shit!

[struggling efforts]

[screams]

[grunting]

[stabbing]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Holy shit.

Jesus, Bobby.

You killed him. You fuckin' killed him.

You fuck-- I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, man.

- Hey, hey, careful. They got your prints on file.

- He's already called the cops. - No because if he did,

we would have heard it over the scanner.

- Oh, shit. Bobby, we're fucked, man.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

What are we doing, Bob? What are you fucking doing?

- You just fuckin' relax.

- What are we doing here, Bobby?

Bobby, we gotta go. We gotta go.

- Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy. - Look at this shit.

- Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy. - No.

- Calm down. Calm down. Hey, shh, listen. It's fine.

It's fine. - You said--

you said you were gonna tie him up.

You said nothing about killing a man.

- I know, and I'm sorry, okay,

but listen little brother, I need you to focus right now.

Okay. We need to find her still. All right?

- Don't leave me. What are you going to do when you find her?

- Listen, you just yell out if you spot her.

Jimmy, okay?

♪ ♪

- [panting]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Oh. [panting]

♪ ♪

[grunting]

[sickening thud] Ah!

[thwacking]

- [grunts]

♪ ♪

Jesus fucking Christ! [grunting]

Bobby, Bobby!

♪ ♪

It's over there.

What's wrong?

Hey, careful, the ice could be thin.

God. [retching]

Looks like the wolves got to him.

- You ever seen a wolf use an anchor?

Aw, fuck. It's him.

- Who? - The guy who hired us. Fuck.

- That's the guy that hired us? The lawyer that put you away?

- Yeah, we found common ground.

- Bobby, what the fuck are we still doing here then?

- We're not leaving until we open that safe.

- Well, then let's go.

Let's go and do it and leave this girl behind.

Huh? Lawyer dude's fucking dead, huh?

Contract's null and dead. - You don't understand.

There were two people who knew the combination to that safe.

And one of them is now missing part of his head.

Just give me a second to think.

- She could be miles away by now.

- Not without shoes.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [breathing heavily]

[grunts]

[liquid sloshes]

- Bobby!

- Yeah?

- This is some pretty high tech shit.

- Any chance of blowing it open?

- [exhales] Not without turning everything inside into dust.

- Shit.

- Yeah, and that's not the worst of it.

See this model?

Well, it needs a combination and a fingerprint.

- Hers? - Maybe.

I mean, it would have to be programmed in,

so I'd put my money on him.

- There's only one way to find out.

- I mean, what do I look like the fucking undertaker?

In and out, you said.

We open the safe, and we split the diamonds.

- All right. I'll get the body. You find the girl.

- Fuck you, man.

[grunting, straining]

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

[grunts]

♪ ♪

- Fuckin' hell.

20 fuckin' minutes.

I'm out here freezing my nuts off.

Why don't you get the fuckin' body?

[crackling, squishing]

[groans] Ohh.

- [sighs]

[pumping]

[footsteps approaching]

[opens knife]

[hissing]

- [struggling efforts]

Oh, God.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[struggling efforts]

- Shit.

♪ ♪

[car alarm blaring]

- What did you do? - Nothing. It wasn't me.

- Can you switch it off?

[alarm continues]

20 minutes, in and out. That's what you said.

Bobby. Bobby. Bobby, Bobby. Just listen to me, okay?

She's already put you behind bars once before.

Don't make the same mistake again.

- The only mistake I made was leaving her still breathing.

- She could be anywhere by now. It's over.

- No, it's not. - It's over.

- It's not.

Ten years I spent-- - No. Get off me.

- Please. Look at me.

Ten years I spent inside that cage, ten fucking years,

while they repossessed our house,

the house that we grew up in,

while Pop got sick.

This bitch took everything from us, Jimmy,

and those diamonds are compensation for that.

Okay? And we are still in the game.

How do you think she triggered the car alarm?

- The keys. - Why?

- Because we were right next to her.

- Yes. She wanted to distract us

because she's still in the house, okay?

We got this. You take the back, I'll take the front, okay?

- Yeah, all right. - Good boy.

Go on. You're good.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[creaking]

[thud, creaking]

[unsheathes knife]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

- Bobby.

Bobby? Bobby.

Bobby. Holy shit.

Bobby. Bobby, what the hell happened? Huh?

- [grunts] - Ah! Ah, ah.

No, no, no, no.

No! Bobby! Bobby, get up!

[intense music]

♪ ♪

[starts engine] Ah!

- No. No, no, stop, please. Don't--

- Fucker. [grunting]

- 911, what's the emergency?

- Help! - Ma'am?

Ma'am, can you hear me?

- She called the cops? - Yeah, she tried to.

- Shit! We gotta get out of here.

- Jimmy. - Listen, the cops are gonna

trace the call.

- We're in the middle of nowhere, okay.

We still have time.

- Bobby. Bobby, listen. Listen.

- No, we're not leaving here until we're done.

- Well, then I'm telling you I'm done. All right?

- Listen to me, you ungrateful little prick.

We are five fucking minutes away from 200 grand in rocks.

All right? So you drag that corpse up those stairs

or you fucking become one.

Do you understand me?

- Ah! - Yeah, yeah. Now, fucking go!

- I don't know the combination.

- We'll see about that.

[indistinct chatter]

- Emma? Emma? It's a beautiful thing.

Time to wake up.

Wake up.

- Ah! Ow.

Ah.

[grunting]

[both grunting] [sliding]

- Figured you'd want to spend your last precious moments

with the old ball and chain.

- [panting]

- Such a perfect couple.

- I already told you that I don't know

the combination to the safe.

No. [panting]

[struggling efforts]

- Bobby. Bobby, we don't need to do this.

- No. No, no, no, no, no, no! - Stay down! Stay there!

There it is. My shadow.

Half my world went dark that night,

but there's a light on the other side of that door,

and the combination according to your husband

is the day that he proposed to you.

- Okay, what do you expect me to do?

Just give you the date so you can kill me right afterwards?

- I expect you to scream. - Uh!

- No, no, no, no, no, no. Please stop.

- We'll see how quiet you stay with no fucking toes.

- Bobby. - Help me!

- Stop, Bobby. - Okay. No.

- Don't you fuckin' move.

Stay there. - Ah, oh!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. No, please, please.

[gun cocks]

- Jimmy, what are you doing?

- No one else needs to get hurt.

- Gimme the gun. - No.

- Gimme the gun now. - Fuck you!

- Fuck me?

- Fuck you, you sicken me.

Go stand by the safe.

Leave the knife.

Man, I swear--

- Fuck.

Okay.

Come on, what the fuck are you gonna do then?

- Okay. Here's what's gonna happen.

All right. You give us the combination,

we take the diamonds and leave you here alive.

- Jesus Christ, what do you think she's gonna do?

The moment she's outta here,

she's gonna go straight to the cops.

- Shut up! Fuck!

Who do you think is the first person the cops

are going to come looking for

when they find her dead body, huh?

You already put a target on our backs, you dumb fuck.

We should never have come here.

- I'll give it to you, but you gotta fuckin' cut me loose.

- Combination first. - Fuck that.

Not as long as I'm attached to this fuckin' piece of shit.

- Jimmy, we don't have fucking time.

Just let me cut the date out of her, and we're done.

- I pick open those handcuffs and you give me

the combination, but no one is leaving

until that safe is open.

All right? Okay?

- Fine. - Okay, but let's hurry it

the fuck along then, shall we?

Come on, Jimmy. Let's go.

- Here, Just gimme the handcuffs.

- Okay. Let's have that date.

- July 29th, 2011.

♪ ♪

[beeps, clicks]

- What the fuck?

- What?

- "The diamonds you seek lay close to her heart."

- The necklace. The diamonds are in the necklace.

- It doesn't open. It doesn't come off.

- Let me try. Where's the clasp?

- There isn't one. This fucker made it so it won't open.

- All right.

Jesus, what's this thing made of?

- He doesn't want us to cut the necklace off her.

He wants us to cut her off the necklace.

- No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, I got this. I got this.

- Get it off. Get it off. Please.

- I can break this off. I can break this off.

- Shit.

- Hold it out.

[grunting]

No, no, please.

- Jimmy, get out of the fuckin' way.

- No, no, no, please, just let me have a go.

Let me cut it. [grunts]

[gun clicks]

♪ ♪

- Ah! [coughing]

- No. Bobby, Bobby!

I'm not gonna let you do this!

I'm not losing you again!

- Jimmy, stop. Get off me!

God dammit, Jimmy!

- Stop it. - Get off me!

[sickening thud]

♪ ♪

- No, no, no.

[cracking]

- Oh.

- This is all your fault.

You fuckin' did this.

I'm gonna cut your fuckin' head off.

- Fuck you.

[struggling efforts]

[knife clatters]

- Ah!

[both grunting]

- [screams]

- [grunts]

Fucking bitch!

♪ ♪

[screams]

Ow! Ohh!

[panting]

- [groans]

Oh, God.

[starting engine]

Please, please, please.

[engine stalling] [thud]

[turning key]

[engine starts] Ah!

[tires screech]

Ohh.

[tires grinding]

♪ ♪

Fuck.

- Ohh!

- Fuck you!

Shit.

♪ ♪

- [groans]

[grunting]

- ♪ Sometimes I wonder ♪

♪ Sometimes I wonder ♪ - [grunts]

Fuck!

[song continues on radio]

[struggling efforts]

- There's nowhere to run, you bitch!

[grunting]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [grunting]

- Ahh!

- [panting]

You fucking bitch!

Ah!

[grunts]

[both grunt]

[ice cracking]

[struggling efforts]

[cracking]

- [laughs]

- [grunting]

- Ahh!

[cracking]

- [screams]

♪ ♪

- [screams]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[cracking]

[inhales, coughing]

[panting]

[light music]

♪ ♪

[siren wailing]

♪ ♪

[sirens approaching]

♪ ♪