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We live in la.

- Wow. - Oh, my god.

Well, it's the valley, technically, but...

Oh, semantics.

Oh, my god. I love it.

You did so good.

Yeah, we are lucky, wow.

The ceilings.

Well, look at the kitchen.

I'm gonna cook you some good dinner right here.

All right, fancy.

- Oh my... - Jeez.

- Hey. - Hey.

Uh, can I help you?

Maybe.

You must be Brad, huh?

Oh, uh, Peter.

That's... that's me.

All right.

Hey, man.

- Scared me for a bit. - No.

You came to meet... You didn't need to do that.

You came to meet us. Thanks.

Well, you know what?

My father built this place

and so I absolutely have to come and meet you.

Well, thank you. Thank you so much.

Well, you know uh, uh...

It's great. It's beautiful.

Yeah, no, you... you... you uh...

Beautiful, beautiful spot.

It ain't none of my business, but uh, you look like

you could afford something a little better.

Hah! We actually sold everything

that didn't fit into our car, so...

Well, I won't to ask you

how come that all happened, but uh...

Yeah, we just were... We were appreciative.

Oh, one of them things, right?

Yeah. Let me introduce you to my uh...

Jess: Baby, get that sexy ass in here.

My wife.

This is my wife, Jess.

This is one of those things.

What an entrance.

Brad: This is... this is Jess.

Yeah, Jess, this is... This is Peter.

Hi, Peter.

That's quite an opening statement there.

I'm sorry, I... I didn't know you were out here.

Well, I am.

It's so nice to meet you.

Very nice to meet you, too.

Yeah, I was... I was just telling uh, Peter how lucky we are

that it... spot's fully furnished and...

It's amazing, it's beautiful. I love it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Listen, uh, you don't have more... more things, do you,

to bring up, and...

We're okay, luckily.

Well, that's... that's... That's cool.

Because I can't help you with it.

I... it sounds funny, but I... I... I got a busted shoulder.

- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. - Yeah, man.

My uh, my rotator cuff, it's just ripped in half, man.

Those are tough, tough to heal from.

- Yeah, oh, yeah. - Well...

It was um, it was really nice to meet you, Peter.

- I'm right behind you. - Okay.

Uh, uh...

She's good looking.

I got it, I got it. I'm a lucky guy.

I'm a lucky... I'm a lucky guy.

You did well, sir.

Thank you, thank you.

Um, so uh, cool.

I guess... I guess we're all right.

Thank you once again for... For coming to meet us

and uh, you know, kind of a welcome wagon.

- Hey listen, my pleasure. - Yeah.

My pleasure and you have a good time.

Absolutely. Will I see you around, or...

I'll be all over the place.

- Okay, cool. - Excellent.

- Hey. - My man, Peter.

- Take care. - All right, thank you, man.

All right.

Um, so um, did you have uh... Do you have any questions for?

- _no? - Jess: No.

All right.

Hey.

Yeah, if we have any questions, we'll find you.

Mmhmm.

Bye now.

Brad: Ooh.

Peter is a character, huh?

Yeah, well, that was embarrassing.

- Did he leave? - Uh, yeah.

Just wanted to make sure we got in okay.

Mm, cute.

Mmhmm.

What are we looking at?

Our garden.

Okay.

You want a garden?

I want to grow something, together.

Well, all right.

You will have your garden.

Yeah, but that stump is annoying.

Stupid stump.

Maybe we should name it Brad.

You're uh... you're not talking about a real garden, are you?

I don't know, am I?

Such a dick, Brad.

Garden.

Brad: Did you pay off the visa?

Jess: Paid off the mastercard with the visa.

God, this color looks like ass.

Brad: Babe, the visa has a higher interest rate.

I still have to buy the fermenters

for the brewmaster.

And what the hell is his name?

- Derek? - Derek.

What's a fermenter?

Uh, to make the beer.

Didn't we already buy those?

No, we bought the church

and for a bargain I'd buy that.

The pastor running off with the secretary

and all the congregation's money was probably a factor.

Focus, babe. Fermenters.

What about that investor's money?

No, the investor's money is for taking into a church

and turning it into a brew pub, not for the equipment.

B rewery.

No, brew pub's cooler, right? Brew pub.

Is it cool?

Look, we're calling it a "brew pub".

Oh, okay, brew pub.

Yeah, we got to buy the brewing equipment,

so which card should I use?

I just told you. Use the mastercard.

- Oh, that mastercard. - Yes.

It's in your wallet.

Okay.

Thank you, baby.

Baby, when you get back, will you give me a foot massage?

Brad: Nope.

Please?

Brad: Okay.

I love you.

Brad: Love you, too.

Jess: Babe, can I put my jewelry on your side?

I don't have any room on mine.

Brad: Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby. It's fine.

Jess: So what do you want to do with that spare bedroom?

Brad: Yeah, I tried the door, but it was locked.

Brad: Uh, that could be a home office, maybe.

Jess: Well, that's shitty. Did you tell Peter?

Brad: No, no, it's not a big deal.

Okay.

I was thinking that maybe we could

turn it into a nursery?

Brad: Jess, we cannot afford a baby

when we're trying to start a new business.

I keep telling you that.

Can you just give me a second?

I got to respond to this bullshit email.

Jess: What email?

Brad: These pricks from the historical society.

They want me to restore the steeple.

- Can you believe that? - Are you serious?

Yes, it's gonna cut into half of our entire budget.

- No. Oh, my god. - Yeah.

The bitch who runs the committee is a real Hitler.

If Hitler was a cat lady.

Did the air kick on or something?

Yeah... probably.

Probably?

Yeah, it was either the air-conditioning

or... or a ghost.

Don't fucking do that.

What?

Brad: You cool?

Jess: Yup.

Come here.

Brad:

Brad's dad: A man takes responsibility for his actions.

You brought this bitch home.

Now do it.

Pick that shit up. Now!

I said do it, Brad.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Jess... did you hear that?

Shit.

Oh no. Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm.

- Brad. - Oh, my gosh.

Jesus.

Hey, you're so on edge.

Uh, protecting the Swedish home décor?

That is lame.

Uh... I think uh, I think there are mice in there

or something.

What? I thought it was locked.

Yeah, I did too. It's not.

- I'll call Peter in the morning. - Okay.

Meanwhile, try not to stab me with those little wrenches.

It's hilarious.

Could really go for some Swedish meatballs

right about now.

I got your meatballs right here.

Ooh.

I like they're meatballs.

Brad: Don't have to tell me twice.

Jess: Come here, you.

- Peter on phone: Hey. - Hey Peter.

Hi, yeah, this is Jess.

Uh, me and my husband are running...

Peter on phone: Brad.

You know, I think we have a mouse problem upstairs.

Peter on phone: Well, yeah.

Wait, you already knew about that?

- Peter on phone: Sure enough. - Oh.

- Peter on phone: Loan help you. - Okay, that would be amazing.

Yes, okay.

Thank you so much.

- Peter on phone: You're welcome. - All right.

Yeah, bye.

Jess!

Jess!

Ow, shit.

Damn it.

Jess!

Goddammit.

Jess!

Jess!

Jess!

Jess.

Jess.

Jess, baby girl.

Baby girl.

Jess, wa ke—— wake.

Jess.

- I mean, they're gold, right? - Mmhmm.

They have to be worth something.

Wait, is this it?

Mmhmm.

You know, see the markings are different.

Right.

Hang on.

What's the matter?

I just don't understand how it all happened.

Well, it was in the locked state, right?

Babe, I'm telling you, the door opened

and slammed shut multiple times.

Multiple times?

I didn't hallucinate shit.

Okay.

- All right. - What about this?

Mmm-mmm.

- Wait, go back. - Where?

That's like real.

Why is it worth so much?

I don't know. I mean, it's just old.

Really old.

But it's... it's not a currency. It's a religious thing.

Do you think we could sell 'em?

If we don't restore that steeple,

they're gonna halt construction, so...

Let's do some more research.

I mean, if they're worth this much...

If they're worth this much,

then it's all going to the brew pub.

Okay, we'll figure it out tomorrow.

Okay.

Oh, okay.

Jesus.

Get in here.

"Prayer of invocation."

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.

Yeah, I'm sorry I busted it.

I just uh... I just panicked, so thanks.

Oh, listen, man.

Uh, I uh... I understand.

I mean, if the fucking house is on fire and...

You're just looking after your woman.

I appreciate it.

These things are 5 bucks.

Okay.

So you owe me 5 bucks.

Oh... there you go.

What's wrong, man?

Oh, nothing, nothing.

Something on your mind.

Uh, it's my lady.

- Good luck. - Yeah.

As soon as we started getting serious,

the first question she asked me, the very first question,

how many kids do I want?

First question.

And uh, I mean, I want kids, I do.

I just, you know, just not right now.

It's a bit much.

Yeah, it's not something you just jump into.

You know, you have no idea what you're gonna

pass on to your kid.

You know what I mean?

I had a wife once upon a time.

Brad: Okay.

We were together a long time.

Sorry to hear that.

Peter: I was in for the long run.

And uh, we both wanted to have kids.

Brad: Hmm.

But we figured, you know, if we waited for a while,

then uh, it would make more sense.

But we waited a little bit toolong,

and then she went and died on me so it never happened.

You know, I would have liked to have been a father,

but it wasn't meant to be, isuppose.

I'm sorry.

Well, I mean I get it, you know what I'm saying,

it's a... it's a tough thing.

I'll give you some advice if you want.

Brad: Please.

Man, if she wants to have one, I'd have it,

regardless of what... What it's gonna inherit,

your bad side or your bad things,

it will probably get your good stuff, too.

You see that? You know what that is?

I do not.

All right, it's this guy named dismas.

Dismas.

Yeah, he was... The patron Saint of someone

- who's not worth saving. - Oh.

- Something like that. - Okay.

Anyway, I guess he was, because he...

They nailed him up next to Jesus.

Are you about to ask me if I want to accept Jesus

into my heart?

No, uh, you know what,

I had some bad experiences as a kid

with the church thing, you know.

Like your wife, my... my father, in a way, my dad was like

- a lot of money. - Mmhmm.

- More than he needed. - Hmm.

But he was pretty hard on me, you know.

He was not a nice guy.

I get that.

Stays with you.

It does.

That stuff uh, it does tend to stay with you.

How do you know that?

I just, you know... Me and my dad, we didn't...

- We didn't get along either. - Mmm-mmm.

- Sorry to hear that. - Mmhmm.

All good.

May he rest in peace.

Both of 'em.

Mine and yours.

Hey. Peter, real quick.

What... what happened?

We uh... we found this book in the... in the second bedroom.

And I didn't know if uh... If it meant anything to you.

It looks...

You know, that looks like something

that belonged to my father.

He had a bunch of that stuff, man.

I don't know what it was.

I uh...

I got all the money and everything else.

But he was into some strange things, and...

Wait, like... like freaky stuff? Like...

Well, I don't know, like he did have a bunch of stuff like that.

It was like a secret society or uh...

Like the occult?

Uh, I guess you could call it that.

I mean, I didn't really give a shit

- honestly. - Right.

But I definitely recognize that, but I don't know what's in it.

- Okay. - I didn't want to know.

All right, so you can have it.

For real?

Peter: If you find anything else for me, let me know.

- Yes, I will. - Peter: Okay.

Secret society, cool. All right, thanks, man.

I don't know what the hell it is, man, I...

- Jess: Hey, babe. - Hmm.

Jess: Where's the mastercard?

I thought we said we wouldn't charge anything

unless it was for the business.

Just hungry. Want pizza.

Pizza, you don't even like pizza.

What are you talking about?

People change and I want pizza.

Okay, well, find the credit card,

order yourself up some pizza.

Will you help me?

Yeah, just a minute, babe, my inboxjust blew up.

All right, fine.

I'm gonna get some wine. Do you want some?

Yeah, uh, not red though.

Jess: Did you decide what you want to do with these?

Damn. She died.

Jess: What? Who?

Cat lady Hitler, from the historical preservation society.

She's dead.

What? How?

Mmm. Uh, I don't know.

I just got an email from the city administrator.

So does that mean

we don't have to restore the steeple?

Uh no, we still do.

But they said they would pay for it.

They're gonna give us a Grant.

- Wait, what the hell. - Yeah.

A tourism Grant to finish restoring

the rest of the church for $900,000.

$900,000?

Holy shit.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

$900,000. $900,000.

That's a little bit wide, but that's good.

- Come here. - Yeah!

Jess: I mean, do we even need all of that?

You know, if we don't use it, we lose it.

But it is plenty to get this business off the ground,

that's for damn sure.

Then we can sell the coins.

I don't know.

I mean, part of me thinks maybe we shouldn't.

I mean, we don't have to now, right?

No, but not for the business.

For us.

So we can start a family.

- Oh, baby. - Come on.

It's not the right time, it's not, baby.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Look, I told you this.

When we moved out here, I told you,

I need to focus on this business.

I just need a couple more years.

Look, this is a good thing.

All right? You'll see, time will fly by.

Okay?

- Promise me? - I promise you.

You believe me?

Mmhmm, a little bit, I need some more.

You believe me?

Getting there.

You can't destroy them. That's absurd.

I'm working on the money. I already tol...

How long do I have?

You don't understand.

I have a medical condition, there is no other option.

Hello? Hello?

What?

So they didn't have the vodka I was looking for.

Oh, and babe, I saw that stump,

you almost got that thing out.

Jess: Good job.

What's wrong?

Uh hey, I got a uh, I got a text from mastercard

that said that they flagged a suspicious charge.

- Brad. - For...

I can explain.

It's for 30,000... $30,000.

I can explain.

Why didn't you...

Okay, why didn't you come to me?

I've been coming to you for over a year.

Okay.

You know how important having this baby is to me.

- Okay. - Every time I bring it up,

you push it aside like it's nothing.

Okay.

This is everything to me, Brad.

Do you not... Do you not trust me?

Because I've been... I've been telling you.

- Of course, I trust you. - Well... obviously you don't.

'Cause you just spent $30,000 on a... on fertility.

Baby, I'm... I'm sorry.

What... what even is it? What is it? What is it?

- Ivf therapy. - What? Okay, sorry, I'm sorry.

Ivf therapy.

Okay, what is that? I'm sorry.

They are holding my eggs until I'm ready.

Or until we're ready.

They're holding your eggs?

- Yes! - What, who...

I had to pay for the next storage period

or they were gonna throw them out.

Jess, I'm freaking the fuck out here right now.

Jess: Don't freak out, baby.

Don't tell me not to freak out.

Because we don't have $30,000. That was our...

You lied to me!

It's a child. It's a baby.

Why did you lie to me?

You're fucking with our money.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Brad.

Okay, all right, okay.

Jess: Because you don't listen to me.

Okay, all right.

- Jess: You don't... - All right.

I've come to you so many times...

Just so you know, because...

Listen to me. Listen to me.

Don't touch me. Don't touch me.

Jess: Don't tell me not to touch you.

Listen.

Just so you know,

that was our last line of credit. All right?

And now we can't buy groceries, okay?

So that's what happens when you don't discuss

fucking fertility with your husband!

- Brad, I'm sorry. - Oh, my god.

- I'm so sorry, Brad. - Fuck!

No, I'm sorry.

Jess.

Come on, it's just horrible. I can't.

Woah.

Okay.

Shut up.

Got ya.

Okay.

Jess: Is that the door banging again?

Don't freak out. Don't...

Jesus Christ, Brad.

Don't freak out. Don't freak out.

Don't freak out. Don't freak out.

What are you doing?

Baby, I told you not to freak out.

Don't freak out.

Listen.

Okay, I will respect your boundaries.

I wanted to say that I am very sorry

for how I treated you before.

Um, you were well within your rights

to all that you did.

And I gave you no choice.

Oh my god, you're drunk.

I am not Dr... I'm... I'm a little bit drunk.

But listen, hear me out.

Seriously. Jess, seriously.

I'm so sorry that you felt like you had to go

behind my back to...

You know me, I just get so focused on

the business.

And I neglect to... to... To pay attention

to things that are so...

To what we need to be together.

I need to focus on that.

Jessica.

I promise... We will have a family.

Yay.

- Okay. - Come on.

- I forgive you. - Okay.

Now can you stop this ouija bullshit

and come back to bed?

Oh yes, I almost forgot.

Okay. Now, just stay with me here.

A couple of days ago, um, I might have accidentally

on purpose said a lot of the shit

that was in that book, right?

Look, I said that shit out loud.

Jessica... whatever is in here

could really, really help us out.

Peter's father was very, very, very much into this.

And Peter's father was very, very, very rich.

I think the reason they're so rich

is still in this house now.

You're welcome.

I'm sorry.

Hey, sweetie. Come to mommy.

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Damn it, Jess.

I guess we're really doing this, huh.

So is that it?

There's not like the smell of brimstone or something?

The last step.

Okay.

Jess: I mean, he can't just pull out, can he?

What are we gonna do?

Yeah, he can.

I was uh, I was gonna pay myself

after the investment came in.

The Grant will be good for business expenses...

But not our bills.

I'm scared, Brad.

Yeah, me too.

Let's try to get some sleep.

I'll wake up in the morning, I'll make some calls.

And hopefully, I can find somebody...

To replace Vincent's money.

Okay.

Oh, boy.

No, no.

It's... it's no problem. I appreciate it.

Okay, thank you.

- And? - Oh, nope.

Oh shit.

Is there anyone you haven't thought of?

Uh, I thought he said

he was gonna fix that goddamn door!

Who the hell do we know that has that much money?

I know who.

Babe, no, there's no way.

Yeah, I'ii—— I'll call him.

I'll invite him over for dinner. He's our hail Mary.

Okay, all right fine.

Trust me on this.

Go for it.

Okay, yeah.

This is so weird.

Brad: Baby, what's wrong?

What's going on?

What happened? What's going on?

What the fuck.

Sorry, baby, I can't.

What happened?

Come, come, come on here. Come on here.

Okay.

Oh, my god.

Sit, hang in there. Keep breathing.

Let me see.

It was him.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay, apply pressure.

Damn it.

Okay. Okay, all right.

I got this.

It's gonna be okay.

Let me just handle this meal and I'll be right up.

Are you... are you okay to be here by yourself?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Okay, stay here.

I'ma deal with this. I love you.

I love you, too.

We're gonna... we're gonna figure this out, okay?

- Hurry though. - Okay.

I got this, sweetie. All right?

Apply pressure.

There he is. Come on in.

Thanks for the invite.

Brad: All right, man.

Right this way.

I like that jacket.

Well, Brad, I got to tell you that was pretty good.

Oh yeah.

Jess is no slouch in the kitchen.

No, she sure isn't.

Yeah, she apologizes.

Just for not being able to make it.

- She's not feeling well, so... - Oh, well.

You know, we can just have a little man chat.

Yeah, yeah. So, so...

Listen, thanks again for...

For just making this place available.

It really came at a perfect time.

It's awful lonely around here with ain't nobody in it.

Oh, I can...

I had mentioned before.

Jess and I, we're... We're starting this business.

It's called a "brew pub".

And it's a combination of brewery and restaurant.

And we found a beautiful place, a beautiful space.

It's this church. I think it's on 5th.

First presbyterian.

Yeah, I know exactly where that is.

And we thought that, you know, given its location...

The plan is to... to-

to rent out the rest of the space

uh, to shops,

because it's downtown, people can come and go, and uh...

I don't understand why you're telling me all this.

Here's the thing.

You seem like you would be a perfect partner.

I want to give you this opportunity.

Hear me out.

Peter: I got plenty of money, Brad.

20%, all right?

We... we... we need the kind of person, not just anyone,

someone that is connected to the community. Someone who...

So you invited me to dinner to give me a business pitch.

- Is that it? - I just...

No, I... because of...

For the good company, but...

- But this is an opportunity. - Yeah.

Do you know what I'm saying? Wait, what's going on?

It might be an opportunity for you.

But it ain't my kind of opportunity.

I like having you around here.

I like being around here.

I thought you were a different kind of guy, man.

All right, all right, listen.

You ain't nothing, but a fucking, lousy,

stinking salesman.

- Man, fuck you. - Oh.

And you and your woman pack your shit.

- This... - Get out!

- You're not... - Get the fuck out of my house.

You're not serious.

Wait, wait. Peter.

Hey, Peter.

Peter, you can't be serious.

Fuck you, Brad.

Brad: Come on, now.

You can't kick us out.

You want to bet?

Brad: Peter, please.

My goddamn house, I'll do what I please.

Brad: Peter, please don't kick us out.

What the fuck is wrong with this door?

Peter, you're not gonna kick us out.

- Peter: It's my goddamn house. - Peter.

Peter: I can't even get my goddamn door...

Peter, you can't kick us...

Peter: Yes, I can.

You can't kick us out.

Jess: Brad, what's going on?

What the fuck did you do?

He was going to evict us.

I had no choice,

so go get me something to tie him up.

No, we're not doing this.

What have you done?

Go get me something to tie him up.

I'm not playing.

Go get me something to tie him up.

Stop moving.

Stop moving.

I said stop.

Peter.

I need that money

and you're going to give it to me.

$200,000.

I need you to sign in to the bank,

so that they can make the transfer.

Okay.

And once it goes through, you can go home.

You'll own 20% and you'll be a happy investor.

It will take a couple of days for the money to go through,

but then we'll all be good.

Good man.

I knew you had it in you.

Babe, a transfer like that...

I have an idea.

There isn't a way out of it, Jess.

Well, then, what do you want me to do?

He's trying to kill Peter.

Why?

How does that help him?

I don't know.

We have to do something.

I feel sick to my stomach.

Yeah, me too.

It's exhaustion.

Come here.

Holy shit.

Oh easy, easy. Don't move, don't move.

What's happening?

Everything's gonna be okay.

Wait, wait right there, baby.

- Wait a minute. - Oh, my god.

- It's okay. - Oh, my god.

Okay, take your time. Take your time.

- Oh, my god. - Let's get to the bathroom.

- Oh, my god. - Everything's gonna be fine.

- That's okay, come on. - What's going on?

Everything's gonna be fine. Let's go this way.

- Ow. - Okay, easy, go slow.

Everything's gonna be fine, baby.

It's okay.

Okay.

Okay, I'm gonna pull it up now, okay?

Okay.

I'm gonna pull it up nice and slow.

Okay.

Nice and slow. Just keep breathing, okay?

- Oh. - What is it?

Okay, right, just let me lift up the shirt.

Keep breathing. Keep breathing.

Okay, here we go. There we go.

There we go. There we go.

Okay, we're gonna get you in the shower.

You're gonna be fine, baby. You're gonna be fine.

Yeah, get in the shower.

All right, now, back up, nice and slow.

Jess: Okay.

You all right?

All right, nice and slow. Okay?

Now you just let the water on.

There you go, nice and slow.

- Help me. - Okay.

I'll be right back. I'm gonna go get some towels.

Jess:

You don't have to do this, you know.

Like too much.

I ain't gonna say nothin' to nobody.

Listen, you don't have to do this.

I tried to talk to him.

I have to do it. I do have to do this.

I'll tell you one thing.

You're gonna need a lot bigger knife.

I shouldn't have to do that.

Peter: That little goddamn thing ain't gonna do nothing.

You better go for the throat.

Because if I survive, you're gonna be...

Have to look over your shoulder.

Brad's father: Do it. Attaboy.

I said, do it.

What the hell were you thinking, huh?

Huh?

You know we can't afford a goddamn dog.

Hell, we can barely afford to keep your little punk ass.

A man takes responsibility for his actions.

You hear me?

You brought this bitch home.

So do it.

Pick it up.

Hurry the fuck up.

Stupid little boy.

What... what you waiting for, huh?

Do it, Brad!

Hell is wrong with you?

Give me that damn thing.

I'll do it my goddamn self, boy.

Fucking dog.

This is all your fucking fault, Brad.

Jess: Brad, Brad, open the door.

Brad, right now. Open the door.

You can't do this.

Open the door, Brad.

Brad: You saw the book, Jess.

It's you or him.

I have to do this.

- Open the fucking door. - Get me...

Come on, Brad, open the door, Brad.

Shut up!

Jess: Open the door, now!

Jess: Come on, let me in!

Open the door, Brad.

You have to stop now.

Stop now.

Brad, no, Brad.

Don't do it. Come on.

Please, Brad.

You don't have to fucking do this.

Ah!

What is that?

It's still fucking...

What more do you want?

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. - What? What?

I don't think that's Peter.

Brad:

- Grab his feet. - Jess: What?

We could destroy the body.

Cut off his head, burn it. Right?

Brad, no.

Well, then what are we supposed to do, Jess?

I can't... I can't do this anymore.

Uh, I don't know, I'm sorry.

Son of a bitch.

Hey handsome.

You can't get out of this house.

Fuck you.

You don't know me.

You know what?

The clock is ticking.

Time for you to worship me.

Get down there, goddamn it.

Get on your goddamn knees and worship me.

There you go, Brad.

Good man.

Whatever you want, it's yours now.

What's that?

This is our future.

Here, here.

Oh, my god.

Jess: How much is that?

It's uh, $50,000.

$10,000 each.

Where the hell did you get that from?

Um, him. Yeah.

It uh... it was gold. A lot of it.

And I had to go to a few different pawn shops

just to get rid of it, but...

He just gave that to you?

There was a price.

What's the price?

Brad: He um...

Jess, he guaranteed us success.

He said the business would flourish and...

He said we could... We could have a family.

What is the goddamn price?

- He said... he said... - Brad.

We could have a family.

What's the price?

Loyahy.

- Oh, my god. - I'm fine. I'm fine.

I'm fine. I'm gonna be fine.

This is... look...

He... he wants us to open up this business.

He wants us to, so—-

I mean, I don't know why, but he said,

once we get it up and running...

You know, then he'd take... Leave us alone, so.

And you trust him?

This is $50,000.

Jess: I don't like this.

Brad: Yeah, I'm sorry, Mr. Vincent.

But unfortunately, after you dropped out,

I had to move forward with another investor

who immediately jumped in.

So I hope you...

No, no, no.

That's fine.

Uh, I tell you what, I'll give you a call

if uh... If I'm in need of anything else.

Definitely.

All right, man, appreciate it.

All right, so uh, with the Grant

and the uh... you know, the other money uh,

we should be able to open up a lot earlier than... than...

Than we expected, so that's good, huh?

He hasn't said or done anything since he took Peter's body.

I know, he's waiting.

This just all doesn't seem worth it to me, Brad.

I'm trying to fix this.

I'm trying to fix this the best way I can.

I know.

I'm sorry, Jessica.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I had to...

I'm sorry I dragged you into this.

Hey.

You didn't have a choice.

I know that now.

Everything you've done, you did for us.

We are past regrets at this point, okay?

Okay.

I love you so much.

I love you, too.

Come on. You can do it.

Oh, oh, thank you.

And there we go.

That was a good one.

We're gettin' better.

What?

Nothing.

Jess, come on, now.

What?

It just all doesn't seem real.

So many doctors told me I would never be able to,

but here we are.

Yup.

And I never thought I'd be ready.

Where do you think he went?

Who knows?

Will the new house be ready next week?

I certainly hope so.

I paid those contractors extra,

just to make sure they'd be fast.

Keep your fingers crossed.

I can't wait to get out of this fucking house.

So, I've been thinking about names.

What do you think of Anna?

Anna.

I love it.

Jess: Oh babe, you do?

Her name's Anna.

- Brad. - Brad: Yeah, baby?

- Brad. - Brad: What?

Brad.

Brad: What's going on?

Jess: What is that?

What is it?

He uh, didn't Mark you.

He marked the baby.

Don't say that.

You have to get out. All right?

You have to get out with Anna.

Say it.

Say it.

I have to get out.

Okay.

Now, I'm gonna do what I can.

Don't leave me. Please, don't.

Don't leave me. Please.

You have to get out.

Call the police and get out.

Okay, I love you.

I love you, too.

Come on.

Come on.

That's my knife, Brad.

Brad: Ah!

An, forget it.

Fuck you.

You'll never find her.

Jess called the police, too.

She did, huh?

Well, I guess that kind of wraps things up, doesn't it?

You want to know something really funny?

For the first time in my life I got nothing else to say.

Hey, Jess.

You can't do this. Please.

Oh yes, I can.

Please, no.

Brad: I love you.

Jess: I love you, too.

No. No. Where's my baby?

Where's my baby?

Where's my baby?

My baby. No, where's my baby?

Get off of me.

My baby.

No, no!

My baby.

My... my baby.