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Vodka, straight up.

- My name's Collette. - Collette?

What is that, French I guess?

Wow, you sure know your stuff.

Paris.

I'm Lloyd. I'm from Fresno.

Pleased to make your acquaintance, Lloyd.

Collette... a pretty name for a pretty miss.

It is miss, isn't it?

Cut the cute stuff, Lloyd.

I'm available. All you got to do is pay.

Another drink for her. Same for me.

Couldn't help but overhear your chitchat there.

Not sure Mrs. Lloyd from Fresno

would appreciate your dropping this.

Uh, can I help you in some way?

Pretty sure not.

Excuse me, the gentleman and I are having a conversation.

- Doesn't look that gentle to me. - What do you want?

I want to take you home.

Hmm.

It's only my third week on the job.

The hours are flexible. The guys are all right.

Conventions folks mostly...

computer software, that sort of thing.

You don't look like you sell software.

I don't.

Whoa, are you a movie star?

This place is great.

Uh, what's in the bag?

Toys.

Wow.

Do you have a butler?

Get undressed. I want to see you.

Everything.

They're real.

It's a scandal.

This is...

strictly against the rules.

Are your hands clean?

Excuse me?

I'm a little weird about that.

Please wash them.

With soap.

It's in the shower.

You did good.

Now leave us.

Aren't you forgetting something?

I don't forget.

- After I've done with her. - That wasn't the deal.

Don't be trivial. It's below you.

Try to relax, sweetness.

Tension makes the flesh unpleasantly tough.

Tell me where Bishop is and I'm gone.

In due time.

Now leave me with her.

Maybe I'm not making myself clear.

You forget... this is just a body.

Inside, I am your superior.

Enough!

That's the spirit.

Feel better now?

1653 Kinney Drive.

That's where he is.

Now go.

Mr. Harrison,

one more thing:

See you in hell.

Now I feel better.

Listen up. You're bruised and you're scared but you're alive.

That's the important part. What's your name?

What's your real name?

That man was gonna eat you, and I don't mean the euphemism for oral sex.

What's your real name?

Franny. Franny, Franny, Franny.

Franny, you're gonna get dressed

and you're gonna walk out of here

and you're never gonna tell a soul about me, because if you do...

and look me straight in the eye when I tell you this...

if you do, I will find out about it

and I will come after you.

Take this.

Oh my God. Oh my god...

Find yourself a real job, okay?

I swear I'll never do this again.

- I promise. I promise. - Go.

- Thank you. - I said go!

Hello?

Hello!

Anybody!

Please help me!

I swear, I'm not gonna let her drink the water.

Okay, but I may let her eat the worm.

I'm kidding! Okay.

All right, she's on the other line.

I've got to go. Okay, I love you too.

Bye. Sorry, that was Mom.

She's worried I'm gonna corrupt you in Mexico.

Yeah. Okay.

Well, I'll see you tonight.

Okay, Miss Valedictorian.

All right. I love you. Bye.

Hey. You wanted to see me?

What do you ask for every week but never get?

A boyfriend who can make chocolate souffle?

Hot off the press. You made the cover.

Oh my God!

- I'm so proud of you! - I can't believe it!

I've got to say, though, it creeped me out.

You're getting a little too good at infiltrating these freak shows.

Tell me about it. This one got under my skin.

Are we celebrating tonight or what?

I can't. I'm taking my little sister

and my mom out to dinner tonight.

Your family's getting in the way of your social life.

What do you want?

Is Sadie there?

I've really got to show her something over here.

Remember that shy girl that wouldn't let herself be interviewed by the others?

Yeah, J.D. 's cousin Tricia. I called that number she gave me, but...

But it wasn't a phone number, right?

- I figured she was blowing me off. - Yeah, it makes sense.

But I typed in the number twice and I came to a bookmark.

So I followed the bookmark to some dorky homepage

filled with a bunch of wacky links...

Ethan, I don't mean to be a girl about this,

but you lost me on "bookmark."

Okay, so I followed the links and they led me

to dead ends and 404s, but the line kept going.

And then I started hitting passwords...

most of 'em basic Java I could hack no sweat...

Ethan, brilliant man with monklike patience,

tell me what you've found.

That's it?

Three hours I could...

Three hours I could've spent watching Brazilian porn

or '70s wrestling gone.

But then I realized that, in fact,

this page is covered by a transparent image map.

And this invisible map leads to?

Bam! An address in Koreatown.

And, lucky you,

a slot just opened up in my hectic evening schedule.

Maybe I'll meet some cute Goth chick.

Ethan, that is so sweet, but the story's finished.

My little sister just graduated from high school

and I'm taking her to Mexico for three days

of nothing but sun and margaritas.

All right, come on.

Aren't you a little curious?

A little, but these kids are all posers.

It's "Dungeons and Dragons" with nipple rings.

It's funny at first, then it's depressing as hell.

I'm done with it.

Okay.

Did you get that gift for Mom?

Um, I put it in the luggage.

Oh, okay, good. Don't worry about it.

Ethan, I know you're screening.

I'm in Koreatown.

Pick up. Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Hello?

What are you doing here?

Nothing. Let go of me.

You are not meant to be here.

All right, so let... ow!

Let go of me, please.

Ethan?

Shit, Ethan.

Ethan?

Hello?

Didn't mean to startle you.

I'm a friend of Ethan's.

Oh, hi.

I came to drop off his mail.

- I live just down the hallway. - That's nice.

I guess I'll... I'll just go.

You brought your purse from down the hallway, huh?

- Excuse me. - You looking for your pepper spray?

It's not a very neighborly gesture.

Do I look like a rapist?

No, I just... well...

Iook, whatever you...

- Look... - I'm looking. I'm looking.

You can stop saying that...

Sadie Blake.

What do you want?

I want to take you for a drive.

- I don't even know who you are. - A minor detail.

We could do this the easy way,

but where would be the fun in that?

We're not here.

Didn't mean to startle you.

The Bishop's almost ready.

Sadie Blake in the flesh.

You know, I loved your article.

That bit about all the music

the kids are listening to... the sludge metal...

and the pig's blood cocktails...

that was great.

So what are you, an obsessed reader?

You're prettier than I expected.

Why am I here?

- To answer some questions. - I don't know anything.

- Really? - I swear to God.

Okay.

What is that?

Ethan's head.

Don't tell me that.

Take a look.

You're gonna die too, Sadie. I'm not gonna lie about it,

so you might as well tell me what you know.

I don't know anything, you fucking freak!

Now that was uncalled for.

- I understand you're upset! - Don't tell me you understand!

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.

God is away doing God errands.

It's just us here.

So stop being a baby

and tell me what Tricia told you.

Nothing! She didn't tell me anything.

Ethan found an address on some website.

That's all she told me, I swear!

I wouldn't raise your voice at me if I were you.

Who else did you share this with?

Nobody.

I didn't take it seriously

until I read about it in the newspaper.

Do you know who I am? What we are?

I... I... I swear to you, I don't.

You did good,

really good.

Hey, you're a brave girl.

You know, I've been around for a long time,

met a lot of different people,

mostly seen them do horrible things to each other,

so I'm not so high on the human race as a whole.

But you're all right.

Time to go.

I'm gonna need a little longer.

- I don't mind sharing. - No! No!

No!

Please!

Please don't!

Sex and murder are the only real pleasures left to man, Sadie.

They fight against them all their lives and die unfulfilled.

But when you're one of us,

the two are perfectly fused into one.

We're lucky that way.

- Please don't do this. - You don't even know what "this" is.

- I don't want to die. - Shh.

I've done you no harm. I'm a good person.

Hippie talk, Sadie. Good and evil are just imaginary friends.

Wait. Let's talk about this.

Sexy Sadie, my sweet and tender prey,

I honestly don't know what to do first:

fuck you or kill you.

Kill her first.

It's all right.

Oh, please, get the fuck out of here, will you?

Clyde, what the hell are you doing here?

- I couldn't sleep. - You'd better go home.

- Who is she? - Don't know yet.

No I.D., nothing.

Look, you really should go home. Why don't I get someone to drive you?

I'm fine.

D.U.I. is the last thing you need.

Go home to your wife.

Get as far away from this as you can.

I'll keep you posted.

We need Mrs. Blake to sign some forms.

Come on, Sadie. You don't need it that bad.

Oh, thanks a bunch.

God.

- Where are you headed? - Uh, Santa Barbara.

But, you know, anywhere north works really.

- I'm Alex. - Is that where you're from?

Uh, San Diego, but, you know,

I'm just visiting some buddies from law school

to do a little... a little partying before next semester.

You like it toasty.

That's cool.

Are you hungry?

I'm good. Thanks.

Listen, you're not a cop, are you?

Do I look like a cop?

They wish.

No no no no no. I'm just asking

'cause I, um...

I was gonna offer you some weed.

Oh, you go ahead. I don't mind.

You don't? Okay.

So, Alex, you got a wife?

No.

Any kids depending on you?

Not that I know of.

What about a girlfriend?

Nope. Not really.

What're you doing?

You heard that saying "Gas, grass or ass..."?

I've seen the bumper sticker.

Well, with me, you get all three.

Actually, I do have a girlfriend.

We all have our problems, Alex.

Okay, look, I'm gonna take one more hit before...

Okay, don't mind me.

Coming in, or are you just gonna watch?

I believe the proper term is "feast my eyes."

"Feast"? Nobody has ever called me a feast before.

I would forego all the bribes in heaven

to feast my eyes on you,

throw my arms around you and take you home.

Well, you've already got me home,

so why don't you throw a towel instead?

What time is the party tonight?

Midnight.

Mmm. And when in the world do we eat?

Don't you ever get hungry?

I eat.

So tell me about your family.

Mmm.

I don't really talk to my dad much.

My mom's remarried and she lives in Reno.

And I have a sister who was born

a minute earlier than me.

She's a real freak, though.

I was always, like, the goody two shoes

and she was very adventurous.

She'll never believe me when I tell her about you.

- How do you mean? - Come on.

A straight, single rich guy

with a sense of humor

who's hung like an Australian alligator.

Come on, Bishop, I've never met anyone like you before.

She'll think I made you up.

I bet you were an adorable virgin.

So random.

What do you even mean by that?

Did you bleed much...

your first time?

You really want to know?

Jenny, I once had a friend who said,

"Sex and murder are the only real pleasures left to man."

You're starting to freak me out.

I had you going for a second, didn't I?

I almost gave sweet Jenny indigestion there, Poe.

You should tell her she can't be too careful these days.

Rich elegant bachelors are often psychotic.

- Hmm. - True.

To Australian alligators.

The blood of Christ...

- You do have a point, though. - Which one?

About sex and murder being man's main pleasure.

Well, it certainly seems that way these days.

Not to sound reactionary.

So which one are you gonna use me for?

Mmm.

Both.

We've got to stop meeting like this, Clyde.

I'm getting closer.

Closer to getting me fired.

- Don't be an asshole. - Too late.

I tell you what: you make yourself invisible from now on

and I will keep you up to date on everything.

He may not keep you up to date.

Who knows how long it would have taken for your guys to find this John.

Yeah, point taken.

- Look, how much this means to you... - Don't.

What I meant was,

I can only imagine.

And I wish you could be part of this officially, but seeing as how you...

It's okay, Joe. I'll play ball.

But you can't go lifting evidence from my crime scene.

I sure can. I'm invisible, remember?

Oh, fuck.

Turn around slow.

Emphasis on slow.

I'll take that phone.

- Where's Bishop? - He didn't tell me.

You don't need that with me.

I'm not... not like you.

World-class understatement.

As for you being human, that's purely a technicality.

Humor me here,

how much does Bishop pay you for this?

I'll make it easy for you.

You just dropped him off somewhere.

I can't tell you. He will kill me.

He won't get the chance.

I'm an old man.

Please take mercy.

I'm fresh out just now.

He's running.

He doesn't know it's you.

He thinks a cop is after him.

What cop?

All he knows is what happened to the others.

Where is he going?

Don't take pauses because it makes me think you're lying.

I am not afraid to die.

Yeah, well, death is different now.

Daddy.

- Yeah? - You awake?

Robin Hood's had a busy night. Two more bodies.

Maybe we have a blood sample to match to.

It's a she.

Paid a late-night visit to a local drugstore,

bought supplies to dress a knife wound.

Any ideas about her destination?

We've got a parking-lot surveillance shot of a license plate.

Yeah. I got it.

Hello, Bishop.

Poe won't be checking his messages any longer.

We can discuss that if you like.

I understand you being a little raw about it.

We should meet.

I figure you should have the chance to see my face

before I kill you.

Wonton's.

A man made a call from that phone back there about 20 minutes ago.

I wonder what you can tell me about him.

It's a public phone. Lots of people use it.

This guy was in his 30s,

dark hair, the kind women might go for.

Oh, and my drink's red wine.

Are you a cop, his wife, what?

Cop, lover, baby sister... really, who cares?

You don't want this guy as a regular.

Anything you noticed might help me out big time.

Don't get me wrong, I'd love to take your money,

but the guy came in, had a drink,

made a phone call, that's it.

Did he exit front or back?

Did you see his car? Did he talk to anyone here?

Nope. I've never seen him before.

I have to get tipped, though.

If you ever see him again, call me at this number

and I'll keep these coming.

"Eve." Is that your name?

Sorry to bother you,

but I overheard you talking to the bartender in there.

- You're looking for Bishop, right? - What do you know about him?

- I know where he's staying. - He sent you to tell me?

To tell you? No.

- He sent me to take you there. - I'll get my stuff.

Did I overdo it?

What do you think, dipshit? Help me.

All right, you take her car and you meet me there.

What?!

It's a stick. I can't drive it.

- Learn, man. - But you're the better driver.

Dwayne, don't become a problem.

Plus, she has the keys.

What are you doing?

Maybe she's got them in her breast pocket.

She doesn't have a breast pocket.

I don't hear her complaining.

We're sitting ducks here and you're feeling her up? Come on, man!

Hey, easy, bro. Can I help it that she's a fox?

Yes?

Hello?

Who is this?

Mom?

Sadie?

Is this you?

Mom, I love you so much.

Where... where are you, honey?

Is this really you?

You take good care of yourself and Beth, okay?

Mom, what are you doing?

It's your sister, sweetheart!

No, Mom. Sadie's dead, remember?

Welcome to Mexico.

I'm in Mexico?

Well, technically,

you're still in California,

but who can tell the difference, huh?

How are you feeling?

Not great.

Yes, physics will do that to you...

gravity, trucks, concrete.

You found out the hard way that you cannot die...

at least not like regular people.

Who are you?

I am someone who is very interested

in this... this man you hate so much... Bishop.

You know him?

You were talking in your sleep.

There's two kinds of people

that talk in their sleep:

People who can't shut up,

and people who have something to say.

Get some rest.

Thank you.

What do you want?

I want to be alive again.

You can't.

Ask yourself, what do you want now?

I want to stop them from doing this to anyone else.

Open your right hand.

- Then you will do that. - How?

In English, it's "I'm going to be your godfather."

I will guide you in your search,

in your work.

But how will I find them?

It is not hard to find those

who don't know that you're looking for them.

But...

Rourke, Eve, Harrison, Poe...

...Bishop.

Those are their names. How did you know?

I know some people that can get you over here.

Now it's up to you to work your way over here.

But you have to start at the bottom.

You won't make it if you go straight to Bishop.

Understand?

This will help you survive for a while.

And when it runs out?

I can't do it.

I won't kill innocent people.

Every war has its casualties, Sadie.

And don't fool yourself.

Nobody's innocent...

nadie.

Nadie.

Hello. How can I help you?

- What room is Rourke in? - Room number 310.

Hey!

- What do you want? - You.

- Lady, what the hell did you do? - Call the cops.

Tell me where to find Eve.

- Who are you? - Where is she?

You're that reporter...

who went diggin'... a little too deep.

If you think I've forgotten my question, you're sadly mistaken.

- I don't know where she is. - I'm gonna call the cops!

I thought I already asked you to.

- You really don't know? - Try a place called The Red Angel.

- She hangs out there, I think. - You think?

I can take you to her if it's this important.

It might come as a shock,

how little you feel about that first kill...

but it would be a grave mistake

to think that handling Eve will be as simple.

Don't let her get inside your head.

Hey!

You're a beautiful woman.

- Out. - Whoa!

- Now. - Whoa, Miss Hot Shit,

who made you God?

Tell me again what you said on the dance floor.

I said I can never dance with a hard-on pressed against my leg.

Oh yeah. Shit, that is so hot!

Sailor, uh...

this is my sister.

What the fuck is she doing with that harpoon?

Lord Almighty.

Sadie Blake.

You have a million questions, I bet.

That's your cue to leave.

Here.

It's okay.

Bishop was done feeding off you

and still you wouldn't die.

So he gave you to me to finish off.

- Why didn't you? - Believe me, I tried.

But I have never seen anyone put up such a fight.

You didn't have enough blood left in you for a pulse.

I figured somewhere deep inside you wanted to stay here.

So you took pity on me, is that it?

- I owe you? - You owe it to yourself

to stop hating what you are

and understand your fear.

Who says I'm afraid?

Fear is where we go to learn.

That's where you went for three days.

- Maybe more. - What are you talking about?

It takes three days to turn someone

and it's a very delicate process.

Only a handful of us even know how to do it.

I started you, but you finished it on your own,

alone in that morgue.

You became one of us because that's what you wanted.

I'm not like you. And I'm not one of you.

Are you sure?

I'm really gonna have to ask you to leave now.

One last round, darling.

Sorry, it's already way past closing. I'll get in trouble.

I'll never ask for anything again.

Girl Scout's honor.

Can you spare a cigarette?

How many of you are there?

Not as many as there used to be, that's for sure.

Nature's way, perhaps.

If so, nature's pretty damned unmerciful.

Are you merciful?

I draw the line, sure...

no children, no babies...

not like Harrison.

- And you? - What about me?

Well, you must have gone through some pretty gruesome self-discoveries.

You must have found shelter somewhere...

a weapon maker.

Something like that.

So how is Arturo?

He's one of you.

Not just one of us. He... he ran everything

till Bishop got sick of it.

He really didn't tell you any of this?

He's always been wise.

You never would have started this if you knew you were just his pawn.

His pawn for what?

To get rid of Bishop.

Five minutes, guys.

It's full moon tonight.

The best moon of the year to be with the one you love.

If that's a confession...

you picked the wrong time.

It's a declaration.

We all have our purpose.

I simply forgot what mine was a long time ago.

I prayed you would come, Sadie Blake.

If that's what you want.

I can't have what I want.

So do what you came here to do.

And good luck to you.

Hello?

Fuck!

How'd she do that?

I have a gun!

I don't want to hurt you.

Oh shit.

I can't move. I think you broke my leg.

Sure looks like it.

Holy shit, you fucking maniac, you!

I had a bag... where is it?

What bag, you crazy bit... ahh!

Don't change the subject again.

Do we understand each other?

My bag, where it is?

Dwayne took it.

- He took your car. - Where?

It's a place called The Crest. It's about 20 miles from here.

It's a deserted compound with a bunch of stables in it.

- That's where Bishop is? - I guess.

Look, you've gotta believe me.

I don't know jack about any of this, okay?

Bishop just told me to bring you to him.

- He said my name? He knows who I am? - No no.

I was instructed to go to the bar

and bring in anyone who came in asking for him.

Do you know what Bishop is?

I heard he's the leader of this cult

and they have these crazy house orgies,

but I didn't believe any of the shit

about them feeding on people. I just...

I thought I'd hook up with some Goth chicks who are into threesomes.

What is it with you geeky guys and these Goth chicks anyway?

Please, please, please don't kill me.

I'm sorry that I hurt you.

I'm so sorry. I'm so goddamn sorry!

I've never done a bad thing in my life. I beg you.

When is this party supposed to be?

Tomorrow at midnight.

These kids that I heard it from are serious about...

hey, wait!

Wait, hey!

How am I supposed to...

Dear Jesus,

my Savior,

I know I've neglected you

so bad for so long,

but if you could help me out of this...

Sadie...

I feel the same way about you.

- Yes. - Hello, is this Eve?

Yes.

You told me to call if I saw that guy again,

- The one we talked about earlier. - Sure.

Well, he just walked into the bar.

- Where is he? - Eve?

- What do you want? - I want to ask you a few questions.

I'm not in a chatty mood, Officer.

That obvious, huh?

I think this belongs to you.

Where did you find that?

A redneck named Dwayne Musgrove

borrowed your car a little earlier tonight.

The kid can steal cars but he sure as hell can't drive 'em.

- I know you. - Do you?

Yeah,

I never forget a face.

Occupational hazard.

What occupation would that be?

I'm gonna grab that bag and walk out of here.

I won't hurt you if you don't try to stop me.

That's one hell of an if.

That's up to you.

- Just a few more questions. - Maybe some other time.

Here I thought bartenders were supposed to be like priests.

I'm sorry.

Drop the bag. Put your hands on the bar. Do it.

- You're under arrest. - I don't have time for this.

- You have the right to remain silent. - I need my gear!

I suggest you use that goddamn right.

Listen to me. You don't understand!

Oh, sure I do. Everybody's innocent.

Not me. Not by a mile.

Did you kill her?

- Was it you? - Who?

My daughter.

I know you were there.

- Did you touch her? - Hey, man, take it easy.

Back the fuck off!

Don't you move.

Go. Go!

I'm not who you think I am.

Really? You're not a killer?

Tricia's the reason I'm in this mess to begin with,

but I didn't kill her. I'm after the man who did.

- Why? - Because he did the same thing to me.

What are you talking about?

These people are... are not...

I'm not one of them. I'm trying to get rid of them.

And he's the only one left. His name is Bishop.

I'm gonna kill him.

And the moment that happens I'm... I'm done.

I'm not a person anymore.

I'll tell you what:

backup's on the way.

You tell them exactly what you just told me

and we'll see what kind of deal they cut you.

Look at me.

In the mirror.

You really don't remember me?

Because I remember you.

My name is Sadie Blake.

I...

I was a reporter.

That's... that's impossible.

I zipped you into a body bag.

You can come with me if you like.

I'll kill your daughter's killer for you.

And you can return the favor by killing me.

I can't do that.

Your daughter was raped, gutted,

and left in a dumpster, but you can't do that?!

All right...

let's say I believe you.

I still can't help you.

Then this whole conversation's a waste of time I don't have.

Sorry.

Keys to the cuffs.

Slow.

If you even think about going for your piece,

I will snap your neck.

Now the bag.

Slow.

Okay, now the tricky part.

Your gun...

toss it out the window.

Please don't give me a reason.

I'm gonna release you now, nice and easy.

It takes me 4.3 seconds to load that crossbow. I've timed it.

You keep that in mind when you make a run for your life.

Let's try this again. You're under arrest.

I will fire if you don't stop!

Last warning.

That fucking hurt.

All right,

Number one's right there beneath the surface.

I can just barely make it out.

I'm going to douse the wound with alcohol.

How many times have you done this?

You don't wanna know.

Ooh!

Tell me about your condition.

I'm in pain, I'm exhausted, I'm angry.

I didn't mean currently. I meant since...

it happened to you.

What's it like?

Pain, exhaustion, anger. That's what it's like.

Is it genetic?

I haven't exactly volunteered for tests.

- What about food? - What about it?

You can't keep down regular food?

You have a skillful way of putting a girl at ease, Rawlins.

Try asking me anything else.

How many guys have you slept with?

Since my, uh...

what did you call it, condition?

- None, I guess. - You guess?

I was taught to never play with my food.

Number one.

I do apologize.

Hey, you needed proof, right?

I meant I apologize for what comes next.

That was the easy one. This one's really gonna hurt.

No shame in passing out.

Water.

Do you mind brushing the hair out of my eyes?

What time is it?

Late afternoon.

You must have been tired.

Aren't we past all this? I have to use the bathroom.

You're still a serial killer.

And I do hate surprises.

All right, stand up and turn around.

Come on, what am I gonna do?

You're gonna turn around, that's what.

Can you at least cuff me in the front?

It's kind of hard to wipe with your hands behind your back.

The door stays open.

No arguing.

Cheap thrills.

Were you and Tricia very close?

Not so much over the last few years.

Let me guess: your marriage, your job,

you neglected your wife and kid,

took them for granted.

If you're aiming for "perceptive,"

it's coming off painfully smug.

- Sorry, what I meant was... - I know what you meant.

Doesn't mean I don't regret it.

You need help with that?

In my whole life, you're the first guy

who's ever offered to put my pants back on.

I'm not here to flirt with you.

Oh, I forgot how awkward conversations get between men and women.

Would you? I can't twist my wrists properly.

Thank you.

The condition is genetic.

I mean, I'm no doctor, but I've never seen tissue regenerate like that.

- It's incredible. - Are we getting personal now?

Well, I did just zip up your jeans.

You're funny.

Don't assume you know me.

You don't know me.

I know that you drink a little too much.

I know what you've eaten in the last 48 hours.

And I know that I'm turning you on right now.

You have a vivid imagination.

Overdeveloped sense of smell, actually.

Are we gonna do this, yes or no?

Long as you remember our deal.

I kill Bishop, you kill me.

I remember. Now let's go.

We have to wait till sundown.

You are aware that there are a dozen cops

canvassing the area looking for two sore thumbs?

We still have to wait till sundown.

All right.

Tell me everything you know about this cult,

from the beginning.

Not much of a party.

Look, we stick together...

no matter what.

Then what's with the radio?

That's in case you forget.

I need you to mail this for me once we're done.

- Your mother? - I never got to say goodbye.

Rawlins.

Jesus fucking Christ.

You know him?

That's the kid who stole your car.

He hasn't been dead long. That blood is still fresh.

Tricia?

Tricia! Oh my God!

Daddy! Oh! Oh God!

Oh God!

It's horrible. They're all dead.

- They're all dead. - I'm here with you now.

I will never let anything happen to you again.

Get... get 'em off before he comes back.

- Hurry! - Sadie!

- Rawlins... - Come and help me, quick!

- Rawlins, get up. - What's the matter?

Get up.

- What's the matter with you? - She's one of them.

You saw her body in that dumpster.

- No. - Bishop turned her. Think it through.

Put the gun down!

Sweetheart?

I'm not your sweetheart. You make me sick.

I hate everything you stand for.

But you no longer have power over me.

I'm free now.

That's not you talking. They've done this to you.

Bishop predicted you would act just like this...

blame it all on brainwashing

because you can't fathom the idea I can make up my own mind.

- No. - I finally have a place where I belong.

Tricia...

I'm your father and I love you.

Bishop is my father

and my brother and my lover.

It would blow your mind, the things he makes me do.

He makes me whole. And you?

You're nothing to me. Nothing.

Put the gun down now!

And I won't let you destroy

the one good thing in my life.

Bye, Daddy.

No!

It's not you I'm after!

Fuck off!

Suits me.

Why are you helping him?

He wants to get rid of us.

He doesn't understand anything.

You've got five seconds to tell me where Bishop is.

Five...

- Four... - Never!

One.

Just when you think life won't ever surprise you again.

18 next week...

never been to New York.

I promised I'd take her.

Change of plans.

Her father's behavior I can understand,

but why are you doing this?

- You're one of us. - Not by choice.

Choice, what is that?

Who has a choice in anything?

You had a choice in raping me and leaving me for dead!

You're being childish.

There's an order to things. Everything happens for a reason.

Maybe revenge is just a story that you're telling yourself.

Maybe it's just an excuse

to become what you really are.

I'm not like you.

I see.

Don't you think we were all scared and confused at first?

I'm not like you.

You keep saying it to yourself enough times,

maybe you'll convince yourself.

You're insane.

My definition of insane

is a person who sees a gift as a curse.

Personally, I think you have to play the cards you're dealt.

And here's where that word you like so much... choice... comes in.

I choose to experience

everything the world has to offer

in exchange for a few meaningless lives.

These closet pedophiles and spoiled teenagers

aren't going to be missed by anyone, Sadie.

So the choice

is all yours:

Sadie Blake

or the dregs of society? Be honest.

Because you're damned if you do,

and you're damned if you don't.

I'd rather be damned if I don't.

So be it.

You know, Eve was wrong about you.

You were never anything more than a beautiful sacrifice.

Don't do this. Don't.

In which case,

you came a very long way

to die again.

Don't do it, please!

Am I dead?

I don't know how to answer that.

But you're dead. I saw you.

I was wearing a Kevlar vest. Now shut up.

I don't believe you. How did you find me?

I was tracking you.

I'm sorry about your daughter.

Can you walk?

This is going to hurt.

What do you think you're doing?

It's a tourniquet.

It'll stop the bleeding. You need it.

I called for backup.

Help's on the way.

I didn't come this far to just walk away.

You can't even fucking walk, Sadie.

That's my point.

I'm not leaving here until I kill him.

You don't have your crossbow.

- Details. - Jesus!

- Stay with me. - Frankly, I'm disappointed, Rawlins.

Up!

Are you really going to save her?

She murdered your daughter in cold blood.

The very definition of ironic, I would think.

And yet just like a cop,

always trying to save their own people.

Shut up.

Get up, Sadie.

Get up.

It's only fair you know the truth about your daughter.

At first she seemed just like the rest,

average and dull... your typical confused teenager.

But the more I got to know her,

and I mean really know her inside out,

the more of a revelation she became.

Oh, she blossomed into one depraved little girl.

You should know that.

Let him go.

The Alchemist was right about you.

You'll never be a true leader.

You don't pay attention to the details.

Now!

I'm sorry about your daughter.

I really am.

She was dead already.

So am I.

Come on, finish this.

Don't think.

- Just do it. - Sadie...

You owe me this.

I can't live unless I kill and I can't live that way.

Do it.

Please.

Let's move. Wait for command.

Secure the rear!

Cover both sides. Let's go!

Please.

- All right, move! - Let's go!

Go go go!