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A word of advice? Repent.

Isn't it lovely?

These are all my little souls.

I used to gather them myself, but by the 14th century, I needed some help.

That's how I found Morgan. He was a monk back then, so he played hard to get,

but I found that with the right bait, you can catch any fish you want.

In the end, he came to work for me. He became a collector.

Then recently he made me the most interesting proposal

he wants to seek salvation for his clients.

I decided to let him try. For now.

Dion Walker.

Listen up. It's just recreation, girl.

Try to put me in your box and then flip the lid.

I think about it, and yeah, Thank you.

I could get stuck up with a bitch and kid. Listen, I think it's just recreation.

Girls, for the sport, not procreation.

Try to lure a brother in and then flip the skirt.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I think about it, and yeah, it makes sense.

Thank you.

Only a sucker gets stuck in with a bitch.

Hey, punk, wanna get your damn hands off my limo? We have some talk, Mr. Walker.

It's time.

Oh yeah?

And just exactly what time is it?

I see.

It's time for your ass whooping.

Why didn't you just say so?

Gentlemen.

Okay.

We can talk.

Alone.

So, what do you want to talk about? Your bargain.

What bargain is that?

In 48 hours, it will have been 10 years since you sold your soul to the devil.

In the course of the next two days,

you will lose everything you've gained since you made your deal.

After which, you'll go to hell forever.

I hate to break it to your sorry ass if you hand

me no copies of the watchtower or whatever,

but there's no such thing as the devil.

And everything I got, I got because of talent and hard work.

You read me?

I am the player.

I am the real hardcore deal. From this point on,

you can ask me to take your soul early,

or you can provide entertainment for the devil

by clinging to life for the next 47 hours.

58 minutes you've got left.

Look, you do not come in my limousine and tell me how much time I got.

I got all the time in the world.

I'm gonna live forever.

But the same definitely cannot be said for you.

Stop the car!

If you change your mind.

You've got my number.

My name is Morgan.

Where was I?

Alley.

You didn't undress me? No.

Is this your place?

Yeah, you don't like it?

Yeah, it's nice. I just didn't know you could rent a mausoleum.

Why do you shoot up?

Kills the time.

I have to go. You can let yourself go.

Hey, I'm Maya.

Thanks.

You don't have to do this live for me. We have the vocal track set up for playback.

Hey, Chord D does not do lip sync, alright?

I am the real, hardcore D. I do it live, on the spot, every time. Yeah, I know,

but it's just a music video.

This is not just a music video.

This is a Chord D music video!

It's genius, it's irony.

And nobody gets it, especially not those suits down at Trigger Finger Records.

That's why I gotta start my own label, get myself some artistic freedom.

I am sick of people trying to take credit for my talent.

I owe nobody.

You got that? Nobody.

Mr. Walker, Jerry Slate, Vancouver Star.

I was wondering if you could...

How the hell did you get in here?

Just checking to see if you changed your mind.

You're from Triggerfinger, ain't you?

Yeah.

Those gangsters trying to intimidate me, is that it? Huh?

This is what I'm talking about. They're not treating me right.

Don't even bother to send a black man.

Why don't we just get this over with?

Get what over with?

You're about to suffer eternal damnation.

Do you really want to spend the last hours on Earth giving the devil a good laugh?

Stay away from me, bitch. Just tell me you're ready.

I push this button and I'll end it now.

I said stay back! Don't give him the pleasure of watching you crawl.

He wasn't the devil! He was just some freak!

Like you!

Yo, D, they're waiting on you.

Do not let that punk out of this trailer while we're shooting, all right? Yeah,

but D, I want to be in the video, man. Just stay here!

Okay, D, no problem. Damn.

Okay, let's do this.

Play that music only.

Listen up, freaking's just recreation, girl.

You gotta chill out with your expectations.

Try to put me in your box and then flip the lid.

Only a sucker gets stuck up with a bitch and kid.

You met me at the Motel 6 for licks and tricks. Hit the floor.

Yeah, the bitch was slick, put a quarter in a slot, and she got the bed shakin'.

Climb the walls, get crazy, ex-date,

she try to play me like we married or something, bitch.

I like to leave the area untouched, plus, we just met, ain't promising nothing,

start talkin' bout a ring.

Listen up, keep rollin'.

Thank you.

Try me tomorrow.

I'm off duty.

I just came to get my wallet.

Sorry. I have it. These are funny cards.

What are you, a drug dealer or something?

I can't talk about my work.

Yeah, I understand. I don't usually confide

in people I find lying in the street either.

Hey.

No, you've been sweet.

I'm sorry. No, it's...

If you need something, call.

Oh man, it was just nerves, man. That's all it was. I mean,

it's not like you could just lose your groove, right?

All I need to do is just chill out, you know, and get my confidence back.

Vehicle registered to a Dion Walker.

What the hell?

If I were you, I'd stay out of sight.

Damn bitch, you a bad penny.

Seems like you're having a run of bad luck, Mr. Walker.

What'd you do, break a mirror or something?

Well, they're messing with my ride.

Drugs.

Drugs?

How stupid do I think I am, huh? I don't keep drugs in my car.

They just nailed a big-time dealer who named you as his main client.

I have a very friendly contact at the police department.

The guy's lying to save his ass.

He's gonna pay for this.

I'm gonna sue.

They found a kilo of coke in your penthouse.

They also think you're dealing.

They're going to freeze all your assets before the banks open in the morning.

Mr. Walker, your music pisses people off,

so the media's going to go in a feeding frenzy when this breaks.

Why don't you talk to me now?

And get your side of the story out first.

I called my lawyer.

What?

Before we hung up, he said they banned my CD from all the major chains today.

Like suddenly they're more obscene than they were yesterday.

My penthouse is padlocked.

My ATM card don't work.

The cops is looking for me, and I don't even have my limo anymore.

I didn't take the damn bus.

You got something to say about all that?

I told you so.

Oh, you're funny.

You're both laughing. You and him.

No.

I didn't think he was for real.

I don't want to die. I'm sorry.

You're sorry.

I'm going to hell, and you're sorry.

That's it.

Is this all you are?

A collector?

Don't you give a damn about me?

About any of us?

Can't you help me?

No.

I can't help anyone.

Then to hell with you.

I wanna meet.

Keeping track of your night's work?

I love this place.

Nobody has anything, so I don't have to promise them much.

I've gotten three souls since dinner.

One of them, while we were saying grace.

Ah, but enough about me.

You came here to chat.

Are we going to talk about our feelings?

I can't do it anymore.

Really? I mean, you're ready to go to hell yourself?

No.

Well, that was the deal, you know. I mean, you collect souls for me,

or you pay up for your own debt.

See, I made a note of it, huh? Ooh, touchy.

I want the power to help them.

Help them?

You mean like wash their cars? Help them save their souls.

At least give them a chance.

Oh, come, come, dear boy.

You've been at this how long? A little over 650 years?

At a soul a week, that's roughly, uh...

33,824 souls you've collected for me. Now you're getting all weepy over Dion Walker?

Surely there have been other scumbags more deserving. They're all deserving.

That's the point.

Nobody ever understands what they're getting into when they deal with you.

Not even you?

This isn't really about Dion Walker, is it?

This is about your little junkie friend. What's her name? Maya.

It's uncanny how much she is like Katrina.

Pretty, sexy, doomed.

You intrigue me, Morgan.

You always have.

In fact, I've been waiting a long time for you to come up with something like this.

I mean, it would make things more sporting.

Life can get so predictable when you're omniscient.

On the other hand, there is my reputation to

consider. You know, I am supposed to be bad.

Oh, excuse me.

Yo, yo, you're 4D! What's up, sugar? You looking for a date?

Morning out, Courtney.

Walker, I just want to ask you some questions, that's all.

You better get out of here, man.

I got a piece.

No, you don't.

Just because you dress like a thug and throw down some hand signals,

that don't make you down.

What do you want?

You know what I want.

No, I don't!

Well, let me break it down for you.

Seems like somebody took the masters for your

songs out of the vault at Triggerfinger.

Seeing as how you're looking to start your own label,

they figured you might know something about that.

Yo, brother, I don't know what you're talking about, man.

Oh, well, then, my bad.

Guess I'll just step off, then.

Come on, dog.

Can we just talk about this? Get down on your knees.

I'll give you money. I got money already. Get down on your knees. Get down!

I'm gonna make this real simple for you, Cordy.

Tell me where the masters are or die!

Nuremberg originally.

I don't get it.

Why did you let him kill me? Because I got you a second chance.

Gabriel?

Gabriel, you ready? I gotta go.

Gabe, come on, enough already. We're going to be late.

What are you working on there, Tiger?

In a car?

A bus?

Can I see it?

Man, how can you eat right now?

I don't need to. It's just habit.

I mean, how can you eat when I got 16 hours and 26 minutes to save my soul?

I told you, it isn't up to me. It's up to you.

Those are the rules.

Rules?

Rules?

I asked you for help, not more rules.

Look, the devil's deals work by moving luck around.

You got 10 years of unnatural good luck, but there's a balance.

Just as much bad luck had to go somewhere else.

So what, Vanilla Ice had to go down so I could be famous?

The bad luck may have affected one person or many.

They could be people you know or strangers.

How the hell am I supposed to make up for ten years

of somebody else's bad luck in less than a day?

I don't know.

He didn't say.

How do I know you're even serious about this?

How do I know that you're not just playing

with me so that he can have some extra fun?

Why do you even want to help me?

Because I sold my soul to him.

I was a monk, studying medicine, or what we called medicine then.

And there was a girl, she worked for a family

that lived near the monastery, Katrina.

I fell in love with her, but I kept it a secret.

For two years, I tried to keep my vows.

She had noticed me too.

One day she spoke to me. I confessed my love. We became lovers.

That day she came down with the When was this?

I was furious at God.

I felt like he was punishing Katrina for my sins.

At that moment, I knew I would do anything, give anything to keep Katrina alive.

That's when the devil showed up.

So I'll end up like you?

No.

I'm a special case.

A special case?

You can't even get me the deal you got?

Start with what we know.

Is there anyone close to you whose life has gotten worse over the past 10 years?

No.

A family member, parent, brother, sister? No, nothing like that.

A friend, then? Somebody you knew 10 years ago? This is police, man.

We gotta figure this out.

I'm just giving them a laugh. But at least I

can end this myself. At least I can do that.

Suicide won't solve your problems.

In fact, it'll make them worse.

While you're still alive, you have a chance.

I think about it, and yeah, it makes sense.

Were you overpaid?

Look, Mr. Walker, I know you don't want to talk to me, but I can help you.

That's very, very unlikely.

I know you have problems.

I can see that.

I know.

What problems are like?

No offense, but your problems are not in my league.

How do you know?

I know.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I got a leaky roof, split ends,

an editor who's more interested in my ass than my writing, and oh, yeah.

I've got a kid, an autistic son, who hasn't said a word to me in eight years.

Eight freaking years.

What do you got?

Rules.

Rules?

Whose rules?

Is this some kind of conspiracy, blackmail, a gang loyalty thing?

Then what?

Look, Mr. Walker, as far as I can see, you're over.

What could they possibly do to you now that they haven't already done?

An article in a newspaper ain't gonna help me.

It's what I do.

It's how I stop bad people.

Well, nothing's gonna stop this bad person.

Give me a chance.

I am giving you a chance.

Take it.

Are you pouting because your good deed didn't work out? Leave me alone.

Do you think these people are going to be grateful

to you for giving them a chance to face their past?

They don't want to work to save their souls. They want a free ride.

That's why they made a deal with me. Walker's just one.

Maybe the next one... Save yourself the trouble, huh?

You want to make up for your sins? Say a Hail Mary.

Hail Mary, full of grace, can I sit upon your face?

Shut up!

Don't be so sensitive. That old Judeo-Christian thing is so pious, hmm?

I've always seen myself as more of a mischievous pan figure, hmm?

No?

Not funny? You're always so glum.

It's because you miss her, isn't it?

Even after all this time. Katrina.

I imagine it's very painful.

Did your God let her soul into heaven, or did he let the devil take her?

She was blameless.

Yes.

But someone had to pay for your deal.

I'm not going to tell you again to get up, you lazy bitch.

You need to get out there and earn me some damn money.

You listening to me?

Are you listening to me?

Don't pretend you can't hear me. I know you can hear me. Get up! Leave her alone!

This is none of your business. I'm gonna take her now.

I said, this is none of your business.

You will never, ever come near her again.

Does it make it easier having someone to care for?

Mr. Penn?

I've got the results of her blood test.

She's a heroin addict, obviously, but that isn't her real problem.

What do you mean?

She has full-blown AIDS.

Actually, it's a miracle she's lasted this long on the streets.

You can give her something for the pain.

If she wakes up.

I'm sorry.

It's Walker.

Is she dying?

You in love with her?

She's just a friend.

I got a girl pregnant.

Ten years ago.

My father found out about it.

Who did I tell you all your life?

Who did I tell you?

He beat me up right in front of my girlfriend. What he said was worse.

Only a sucker gets stuck with a bitch and kids. Now you just another sucker like me.

To get clean away from that situation. Not be a sucker. That's when the devil came.

When you told me about my bad luck.

I knew it was about my little girl.

But I didn't want it to be that.

I never seen her once in all this time.

Until tonight.

I was going to knock.

I wanted to talk to her. But what was I going to say, though, huh?

I'm the guy who messed up your life.

But I want to come back and be your daddy now,

even though I ain't got none of the stuff I left you for. No money, no talent,

even though I'm just a worthless piece of shit.

Pretty funny, huh?

The one chance I had at saving myself was to knock on that door.

And I couldn't do it.

I'm afraid.

Hey, maybe I can help her.

I mean, I have to die of something, right?

Why not what she's got?

I mean, couldn't you give it to me instead?

It's not like her number's up for any particular reason.

Please, man.

Let me put something right before I die.

You got better.

So I found you a place to stay.

I got better? I have AIDS.

I guess it's a miracle.

If you need anything, I live right upstairs in 406. Just call.

Who's this?

Jerry Slate, reporter with the Vancouver Star.

Do you mind me asking how you know Dion Walker?

How'd you get this number?

He had your card in his hand when they found him in the alley behind the hospital.

So?

So.

Did you know he was dying of AIDS?

I only know what I read in the papers, Miss Slate.

Well, maybe I'll give your card to the cops, see if they're interested.

Up to you. It's just a piece of paper.

Is she feeling better?

I don't know why you did it, but thank you.

You still sent Walker to hell.

Those are rules, dear boy.

One of these days, I'll beat you.

Maybe when hell freezes over,