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(metal grinding)

(wind whistling softly)

(birds chirping)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(zipper jingling)

(sighs happily)

- Dad, you ready?

- Almost.

I just gotta do the restroom sink

and clean the bird shirt off the benches.

Go faster if you help.

Thanks.

Guess I'll do the bird shit.

(plastic crinkles)

(paper rustles)

(kick thuds) (student shouts)

(bully laughs)

- Loser.

(bully laughing)

What's the matter?

Did I run your comic book?

Give it back, Lonnie! (panting)

- Huh? Want this?

You want it, you want it?

You want it? (paper tearing)

Oh! (laughing)

Fuckin' fairy ass!

- Don't call me that!

- Oh, how about that?

How 'bout I call you a faggot instead, huh?

(tense music)

Eat dirt and die, Lonnie.

- Oh, really? Scary fuckin' Gary!

(Gary spits)

Ew!

Fuck!

You little shit!

You fucking fag!

(punch thrown)

(Lonnie breathing heavily)

Come on.

Come on. Fuckin' eat it!

Come on, fuckin' eat it.

(Gary coughing)

(Lonnie chuckling)

(Gary choking)

Next time, I'm gonna kill your faggot ass!

(intense music)

What are you doing?

Don't you have some shitty-ass toilet to clean or something?

(tense music)

(Gary coughs)

(knife stabs) (Lonnie gasps)

(blood spurting) (Lonnie gasping)

(Lonnie groaning)

(Lonnie coughing)

(hammer pounds) (Lonnie shouts)

Please.

(Lonnie yells) (hammer pounding)

Please!

Please!

(hammer pounding) (blood spurting)

(disturbing music)

- Eli, go! Get outta here!

Get outta here, now!

(dramatic music)

- [Dispatcher] 911. What is your emergency?

(Eli stammering)

- [Eli] My father's killed someone.

He killed someone!

(dramatic music)

(siren wailing)

(camera shutter clicking)

(siren wailing)

- [Judge] Gabriel Michael McKinnon,

you have been found guilty

of the first degree murder of Lonnie Walker.

(dramatic music)

This heinous act was premeditated and deliberate,

with intent to kill.

Your crime is beyond comprehension.

You do not understand that life is precious.

(dog barks)

And so, with the authority given to me by the State

of California, I hereby sentence you to death.

May God have mercy on your soul.

(intense music)

(passionate blues rock music)

["Fly Away" playing]

♪ Woke up this morning on the dark side ♪

♪ Didn't barely sleep at all ♪

(alarm clock beeping)

♪ I been waiting for a miracle to bring me change along ♪

♪ I recall ♪

(smacks alarm clock)

♪ Though I ain't got the strength to try ♪

(smacking alarm clock)

♪ Lying here with no reason why ♪

♪ I wanna fly ♪

♪ Fly away ♪

♪ Away from here wanna fly away ♪

♪ I wanna wake up where there's no one else around ♪

♪ Nobody to bring me down ♪

♪ Like they doin' round here round here ♪

(blues rock music continues)

(Eli sniffs)

(Eli chewing)

(Eli coughs and spits)

♪ I wanna fly ♪

(shower running)

♪ Fly away ♪

(Eli shivering)

♪ From here wanna fly away ♪

♪ I wanna wake up where there's no one else around ♪

♪ Nobody to bring me down ♪

♪ Like they doin' round here ♪

- Oh, fuck. (breathing heavily)

♪ I close my eyes and I am free free to fly ♪

- Your truck.

They took it.

- What? Who took it?

- The towing company.

They say it's been repossessed.

(blues rock music continues)

(music fades)

(phone ringing)

- You can't do this. I have one more payment to own it.

I'll make the last payment.

For fuck's sake, I need my truck.

Because I was waiting to get paid, you fucking asshole!

(slams phone)

- McKinnon, what are you doing?

- My truck got repoed. I was just trying to deal with it.

- I don't give a shit.

You do that on your own time, not mine.

I need three sales from you today.

You're falling behind the rest of these fucking idiots.

- Okay, I'll do it.

- "Okay, I'll do it." You better.

You say that every day, and then you don't.

I've had crack heads work in this office.

sell more than you, dipshit!

(door slams)

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(rabbi groaning)

(rabbi exhales)

(rabbi groans)

- Tati, I thought you were going to temple.

(rabbi speaking in Yiddish)

(rabbi speaking in Yiddish)

- This is too much for you.

(rabbi speaking in Yiddish)

- Hey, Tzipora?

- Yes.

- The hot water's out again.

(rabbi speaking in Yiddish)

- He said, "Why so down?"

- Rough day. Work sucks.

- But at least you're working.

I hope this means I can expect the back rent you owe.

- Most of it.

- You said you'd get caught up today, Eli.

- I know. What do you want me to do?

- Pay the rent for starters.

- I just need more times, Tzipora.

Can I pay you at the end of the week?

(rabbi speaking in Yiddish)

- You have a friend here.

Till the end of the week, but that's it.

- Sure thing.

I can take in the groceries, too, if you want.

- Leave them on the kitchen table, please.

(rabbi speaking in Yiddish)

- He said, "Have faith.

You're young. Change will come."

- Your dad's a nice guy.

(paper bags rustling)

(intense music)

(Eli panting)

(phone ringing)

- [Man on Phone] Hello?

- Hi, I'm looking for a Harold Toman.

(cell door clunks)

(phone ringing) (Eli panting)

Hello?

Yeah, I'll accept.

- Hey, Eli, it's me.

- Yeah, Dad, I know.

- [Man on Phone] Is this a sales call?

- I'm calling from Holder Life Insurance.

- I don't want life insurance.

- Do you have a family?

- Why?

- What do you want?

- I want you to come visit me.

- That's a hard pass.

- [Man on Phone] Is that all?

- Getting a life insurance plan is the best way

to take care of your family after you're gone.

- I don't care. I'm not interested.

- It's the last "I love you" you'll ever give 'em.

- We should talk while we still can. It's important.

- Look, I've got nothing to say to you, okay?

- [Man on Phone] Are you deaf and stupid?

This is the last "fuck off and die" I'll give you,

- [Eli] I gotta go.

(phone strikes receiver)

(phone strikes receiver)

(phone strikes receiver)

(Eli sighs)

(Eli panting)

(cell door slams)

- [Gabriel] Eli, I've called you a few times with no luck.

Your mother used to give me the silent treatment too.

Now, I know you're mad, but I'd really like to see you.

The thing is, I can't make you. I know.

And you're stubborn like your old man.

Here's hoping you change your mind.

(Lonnie screams)

(unsettling music)

- How do you feel about this?

- How do you think?

- I imagine you feel angry.

- Good guess.

- Eli, as you know, this is our last time together.

12 sessions is all the center provides at no cost.

We do offer sessions on a sliding scale.

I really think you should-

- I can't afford it.

- I understand.

Have you had any thoughts of harming yourself or others

since we last met it?

(intense music)

- No.

- Eli, what else is going on for you?

- I just fucking hate him so much.

- Well, if there's one thing I have gathered

from our time together, it is that.

- He's a monster.

- I don't disagree, but this is not about your father.

You have to learn to control how you deal with your anger,

how you let it affect your life.

- Who does something like that?

Does he have something missing in his brain?

- Well, technically, frontal lobe dysfunction

is what accounts for a lot of impulsivity

and sociopathic tendencies,

so it's not a part that's missing, per se.

Let's put your father's life to the side for a moment.

What do you want out of yours?

- Normal existence, halfway decent job,

- Family maybe?

- Maybe, just be a better father than he ever was.

Do you know what it's like?

He's the one person I never want to think about,

and he's the only person I think about every fucking day.

- Well, maybe seeing him would bring some closure for you.

- You really think there's closure for this?

- Honestly, I do.

Eli, one day, maybe 20 years from now,

you might wish you saw him.

If you can understand your father,

you may begin to understand yourself and your anger.

I really believe that is the key

to you having a better life.

(troubled music)

(chatter on radio)

(troubled music continues)

(inmates chattering)

- Thought you didn't wanna see me.

What changed your mind?

So, you doing all right?

- How do you think?

- Well, I'd like to know.

- Jesus.

- I see you're wearing my watch.

So, if it means something to you, I'm glad you turned me in.

- It doesn't.

Why? Why did you do it?

I saw what was going on, and it triggered me.

(disturbing music)

I guess.

I tried to stop myself.

Yeah, no better way to put it.

I don't blame you if you're angry, but tread carefully.

Remember whose son you are.

- I'm nothing like you.

(dramatic music)

(phone strikes receiver)

(dramatic music continues)

(lighter clicks)

- Hey, you Frankie?

- You a cop?

- No, I'm not a cop.

My friend from work said I'd find you here.

- Yeah? What'd your friend say I could do for you?

- My dad's watch, I wanna sell it.

They said you could help me?

- What the do I look like, a pawn shop?

Get the fuck outta here.

- It's gold-plated.

- Look, I got drugs, guns, and pussy.

Unless you got cash, don't waste my time.

- It's worth a lot.

My grandfather gave it to my father.

It's gotta be over 100 years old.

- All right, let me see it.

I'm not gonna steal it. Gimme the fucking watch.

(watch jangles)

I'll give you 40 for it.

- Come on.

It's worth more than that. You know it.

- 50.

- You don't want it, go fuck yourself.

- I'll take it. I'll take it.

(bills rustling)

- It's worth a lot more than that.

(dramatic music)

- But if you shut it off,

I'm gonna have to pay you to put it back on.

Can someone be a decent fucking human being?

(intense music)

(phone slams)

(siren wailing) (crowd clammoring)

["Creatures of Habit" playing]

♪ I guess some creatures of habit ♪

♪ Sink our teeth into classics ♪

♪ So what if we're so dramatic ♪

♪ It's in our blood ♪

♪ The kings and queens of the castle ♪

♪ Upon a new higher level ♪

♪ We'll bring the whole fucking kingdom down just for fun ♪

♪ But who are you honestly ♪

♪ You don't wanna fuck with me ♪

♪ I can see your lies in the dark ♪

♪ Cruel as you want to be ♪

Just so you know, I don't pay for it.

- That's not what I'm looking for.

(thrilling music)

(both panting)

(thrilling music continues)

(belt jangles)

- My wallet's gone.

- Ugh, must have been those fucking junkies in the alley.

They...

Thieves!

- Bullshit. It was in my pocket.

- Okay, well, maybe it just fell out?

- Where is it? You took it, didn't you?

- Oh, how dare you!

You would accuse me of something like that.

What the fuck are you doing? - Gimme that!

- What is wrong with you? What the fuck?

(body slams)

(slapping)

(Hayley choking)

(Hayley gasping)

You fucking psychopath!

- Hayley!

- Me!

- Hayley!

Hayley, I didn't mean to!

Hayley!

(tense music)

(unsettling music)

(lighter clicking)

(phone ringing)

It's the last I...

It's the last I love...

(phone strikes receiver)

- Let me guess, another no.

- I can't make people want life insurance, Jake.

- Yes, you can.

(cigarette ash hisses)

Pick up the phone.

- Why?

- Pick up the phone,

and I'm gonna tell you what to say, when to say it,

and how to say it, in real time.

Dial.

- Don't you think somebody will figure out

that I'm repeating after someone?

- I don't give a shit.

Now you're gonna dial the number

and do what I'm telling you to do

if you wanna keep your job.

(Eli sighs)

Dial the number.

(buttons tapping)

- Hi, I'm looking for Mr. George King.

My name's Eli. I'm calling from Holder Life Insurance.

- Join Holder Life Insurance today

and get the first three months free.

Say it.

Say it now!

- Join and get the first three months free.

- Are you in your 70s?

- Are you in your 70s?

You are?

- Good, because the life expectancy today for a man is 80

If you're lucky, would he rest in peace

knowing that he left his poor family with nothing?

Say it!

God dammit, you say it.

You make that man feel like he is a fucking piece of shit

if he does not help his family!

- I'm not your fucking parrot!

- Oh, wow.

Huh.

Okay, my friend, you're not my fucking parrot.

You're also not my fucking employee.

You're fired, shit head!

- Big fucking deal.

You think any of us give a flying fuck about this job?

- Hey, back up!

I'll call the cop! Back up!

(tense music)

Fuckin' whack job.

(cabinet bangs)

- I want to know, was this the first time?

- New watch today.

- I sold it.

- Can't imagine you'd want a memory of me anyway.

- So, was this the first time?

- One other.

Long before you were born.

- I want to know.

Come on. I have the right to know.

- One night, got wasted, met a gal in a dive bar,

went back to her apartment.

After, she asked me for money.

So I killed her.

- Let me guess, you couldn't help yourself.

Pathetic.

- That's funny, coming from you.

As a kid, used to check the mouse traps

to see if you could find one squirming around.

If I had a dime for every mouse you tormented.

- This is a little fucking different.

- Is it? Maybe we're a little more alike than you think.

(Hayley choking)

(troubled music)

(dance music playing)

(laughter and chatter)

(siren blaring)

(firework whistling and popping)

(laughter and chatter)

(laughter and chatter)

(dance music playing)

(dance music continues)

(Hayley screams)

(Hayley groaning)

(Hayley shouting)

(rock slams)

(Hayley gasping)

- What the fuck?

(rock slams) (both grunt)

(Hayley gasps)

(rock slams) (Eli grunts)

- Oh my God. What the fuck?

(Eli grunts) (rock slams)

- I have no clue what came over me.

- Well, you're a pretty fucking violent dude, honestly,

- But if he's alive, we should help him out, right?

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

Nobody saw, okay? We should just go.

Nobody fucking saw. We're good. He got fucked up because he

was gonna fucking rape me, chop me into little pieces.

- All right, I'm gonna go.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Okay. Thank you for saving me, seriously.

I really wanna thank you.

We can lay low for a little bit, okay?

If you're hungry, you know, his treat.

- [Eli] Thought you weren't a hooker.

- I'm not. I just was really desperate.

Just couldn't go through with it, so...

- You live around here?

- Well, I guess I don't really live anywhere,

but I was staying in a weekly.

- Where are you from?

- Riverside.

- You're running away?

- More like moving on.

- Some bad guy, I take.

- My mom's boyfriend.

Last time I stood up for myself, he almost killed me,

so it felt like the time, you know?

- Did you tell your mom?

- She kicked me down the stairs.

- That's fucked up.

- Not ideal.

Hey, so I know our history is like, you know,

pretty eh and, like, this is weird.

Is there any way that I could stay with you tonight?

Like just tonight.

- What happened to your weekly?

- Well, I might be behind three weeks on rent,

and they might have kicked me out.

So, like no pressure.

I don't wanna guilt you,

but I don't really have anywhere else to go.

Don't wanna guilt you at all.

I just would be like for real, for real homeless.

I'd probably have to give the alley BJ.

- Yeah, you can stay with me for real, for real.

- Thanks.

That wasn't out of guilt though, right?

- Eh.

I mean, it feels kind of like a guilt trip.

- Oh my God, I wasn't guilting you.

I can't believe you would say that about me.

Yeah.

Do you sleep naked?

Do you do it with socks on?

- Yeah, socks on.

(soft music)

I mean.

(romantic music)

(romantic music continues)

Not too bad.

- Are you sure you don't mind me being here?

- Just don't take my wallet again.

- Oh God, I'm so sorry.

I really was just so desperate.

- It's water under the bridge.

I had a pretty shit week myself.

(lighter clicks)

- What happened?

- Typical stuff. People suck sometimes.

- They really do, don't they?

- Hey, you can take the bed.

I'll take the couch.

- Actually, would you mind sleeping with me tonight?

Just sleeping, I promise.

- Yeah, sure.

- You ever done that before? Saved someone?

- No.

- He could have killed me, you know?

That could be me all fucked up and bloody,

lying in that alley.

- Definitely better him than you.

- What was it like?

- I mean, it happened so fast.

I kind of felt good.

I mean to stop what I saw happening.

- Those articles. Your dad, I take it.

- Yeah.

- Why do you keep 'em up there?

- Just trying to make sense of it all.

- And your mom?

- She left a long time ago.

(Hayley chuckles)

- It seems like they always leave.

- Yeah .

(relaxed music)

(relaxed music continues)

(Eli chuckles)

(relaxed music continues)

(inmates chattering)

(door clicking)

(chatter on radio)

(door slams)

(lock clicking)

- [Inmate] Guess we're roomies. - Yes, we are.

- [Dennis] I'm Dennis.

- Yeah, I'm Gabe.

(water running)

- What landed you in here?

- Seems I like to kill people.

- Seems I like to rape people.

- It would have to be be bad if you're here.

- Well, she was 11.

Maybe 12.

(brushing teeth)

(Dennis spits)

Picked her up at the playground.

I've always loved that smooth baby skin.

- Don't say anymore.

- Oh, the murderer's gonna take the moral high ground?

- Yeah, you're damn right!

- Maybe I should have murdered her.

Then she couldn't ID my ass.

- That's enough.

- Excuse the fuck outta me for not killing her.

(tense music)

- Did you find anything?

- Yeah, delivery driver for the newspaper.

I won't have to deal with a boss giving me endless shit.

- Yeah.

As exciting as that sounds, I was thinking,

why don't we do something that's a little bit more exciting?

- Hayley.

I need to find a job fast, okay?

Otherwise we'll be out on the street.

- Yeah.

Mm-hm.

- I'm gonna go down there and figure out the gig.

- Okay.

- Look, I don't mean to be a dick.

I'm just really stressed right now.

- No, it's okay. I understand.

(Dennis growls)

- And she screamed.

It's always been one of the biggest turn-ons for me.

- You keep talking like that,

you won't last long around here.

- Yeah, I'm not real concerned about that.

(bed creaks)

- Maybe you should be

- [Louise] No delivery experience.

- First time for everything, right?

- This is the delivery route.

The area we need covered is Chestnut Hill.

Pretty bad neighborhood.

- Doesn't bother me. I live in that area.

- Huh. Rough hood.

You're originally from around there?

- No, I'm from the Bronx.

- You read the newspaper?

- No, not really

- Good!

I don't need someone who cares what the newspaper says.

Reading while driving, and bam!

Next thing you know,

smack dab into the back of a school bus.

Don't believe me? Oh, it happens.

As far as I'm concerned,

I'd like for all the drivers to be illiterate.

- Well, I've never had an accident.

- Never had an accident?

How old are you? 25, 26?

- I'm 24.

- 24. Young.

Probably won't be here long. You'll find something better.

- Look, I promise you, if you just give a chance,

I will not let you down.

- Look, I don't care how long it takes you,

as long as you have all your deliveries by sunrise.

- I can handle it.

- You have to check all your delivery slips twice.

- No, fuck-ups. - I got it.

- All right.

And then you're gonna need this.

Can be pretty dark out there.

- When do I start?

- We'll run your driving record,

and as long as you haven't killed nobody...

(Eli grunting) (rock slamming)

you start tomorrow night.

Cool?

- Sounds good.

Works for me.

- All right, go fill out your paperwork.

- Okay.

- All right.

Young buck.

- [Eli] They said this was my last time seeing you.

Yeah, my time's up, Elijah.

- You haven't been on the row that long.

- Little problem with the new cellmate.

(tense music)

(Gabe shouts) (blood spurts)

(Dennis screams)

(Gabe grunting) (foot stomping)

(Gabe panting)

- So you killed him?

- Bashed in his a skull with my foot.

Turns out if you kill an inmate,

it speeds things up around here.

(disturbing music)

(Gabe whispering)

- Did you want to die?

- Denied my appeal. This is the end, Eli.

You know it was gonna happen anyway.

- I don't know what to say

- Well, why don't you say a little prayer for your old man.

How's that?

- Sure.

- Is there anything else you want to know?

You don't have a whole lot of time.

- All those years between when you killed,

did you ever have the urge?

- To kill again?

- Yeah.

- You might be having similar urges.

Is that it?

- How did you control it?

- I thought of you, son.

I thought of you being stuck out there

in that big world all by yourself.

That was enough to keep me on the path of righteousness.

Until it wasn't.

Now, you can come clean with me.

(handcuffs rattle)

- I saw this man attacking at this girl.

She had no way to defend herself.

(Hayley screaming)

- And you killed him.

- I didn't mean to.

- Since then, those urges are coming over you.

Don't kill anyone you know.

- I don't want to kill anyone.

- It's a little late for that.

- [Guard] Time's up, McKinnon.

Let's go.

- Wait.

Were there others you weren't telling me about?

(grim music)

(chains jangling)

(paper rustling)

(flashlight clicks)

(Hooker shouts)

(Thief laughs)

(Hooker shouts)

- [Hooker] You fucker!

(flashlight clicks)

(garbage can rustles)

(suspenseful music)

(flashlight clicks)

- What the fuck?

- Didn't mean to startle you.

- Wanna turn that thing off?

(flashlight clicks)

- My car broke.

I was just wondering where the nearest gas station was.

- Yeah, man, it's like a mile down the road.

(kick slams) (thief groans)

What the fuck?

(Eli grunts) (flashlight slams)

Just take the money!

(Eli grunts) (flashlight slams)

(thief coughing)

Please.

(thief coughing)

(coughing continues)

Please, man.

(flashlight slams) (thief groans)

(hammer slams)

(thief groans)

(flashlight slams)

(heart pounding) (disturbing music)

No!

Please! Please! (sobbing)

No!

(brick slams) (blood squelches)

(Eli breathing heavily)

(flashlight rattles)

(dramatic music)

(knocking on window)

(window creaking)

- Evening.

How you doing?

- Good, officer. How are you?

Can I help you, officer?

- Well, we got a call for disturbance in the area,

particularly like a woman screaming.

Have you seen anything or heard anything unusual?

- No. I haven't.

No.

- Nothing at all? Like about 20 minutes ago?

- No.

- All right.

Well, it's a pretty dangerous neighborhood,

a lot of dangerous people around here, so you might

not wanna stick around much longer, okay?

- I'll keep that in mind.

- All right. You have a good night.

- You too.

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(crickets chirping)

(startling music) (thief screams)

(tense music)

(Eli breathing heavily)

(birds chirping)

Anything?

- Well, there's a job as a coat check at the Camel Club.

- Shit hole.

(both chuckle)

- Yeah, obviously.

But it's $4.50 an hour plus tips, so...

Can I use your phone?

(Eli chuckles)

- I don't really have a phone.

- Why?

- I used to, but the phone company sucks.

- Yeah, I mean, you really gave it to 'em.

You showed 'em.

- I know. - Yeah.

- I was kind of at the end of my rope that day.

- Yeah. Yeah, makes sense. (chuckles)

Okay, well, I'll just go there tonight, talk to the manager.

- [Eli] Well, be careful.

I don't want to have to fend off another creep.

- But you would do it for me.

(gentle music)

(both laughing)

- How'd it go?

- Well, Leo the boss is a creepy perv and all,

but I got the job.

Ever think you'd be driving a newspaper truck?

- Ever thought you'd be a coat check in a piss-stained bar?

(Hayley chuckles)

- Wonder where we'll be in 10 years.

- Can't even think about tomorrow.

Are you really worried about that shit?

- Yeah.

Probably way too much.

(both chuckles)

- So where exactly is Hayley Moretti in a decade?

- Well, I definitely have a kid.

A boy or girl, doesn't matter.

I'm one of those working moms,

like at a doctor's office or somewhere that helps people.

- What about a dad to that kid?

- He'll be a really good guy.

We'll have a Christmas tree, tons of presents,

watch our favorite Christmas movies.

Always looks at me like I'm someone special.

What about you?

(music playing softly)

- I don't know.

- Come on.

You must have some idea of where you wanna end up.

- Well, I thought maybe I'd write a book or a movie.

Something to be noticed for.

That might just sound stupid, now that I'm saying it.

- No, that is so not stupid. You wanna be a famous writer.

- Not famous, but just seen.

You know? - Have you written anything?

- No. (chuckles)

I'm not really even sure what to write about.

- Okay, so, this future writer, does he have a girl?

Married?

Yeah, I guess that that'd be cool.

- Yeah.

So, are you gonna be there for your dad?

- If it were me,

I'd probably want someone there in my last few moments.

- You want me to go with you?

- No, I don't want you to see that.

You've seen enough death.

- Well, actually, on that subject,

I actually saw an article in the paper today

about the guy.

I mean, you're the guy.

- Yeah.

- And they're obviously looking for whoever did it,

but the article said no witnesses.

- That's good.

- You know I'd never tell anyone, right?

I'll take that to the grave.

- I know.

You're the best thing that's ever happened in my shit life.

(lips smacking)

- I know I am.

(engine rumbling)

(music fades)

(anxious music)

- What's wrong?

- [Hayley] Nothing.

(tense music)

- Who are you?

- I'm here for Hayley.

- I just don't want to talk about it right now.

- Hayley, tell me.

No one is gonna hurt you any more

and get away with it, all right?

Do you understand?

Now tell me, what did he do?

- Hayley don't work here no more.

- Yeah, I know why.

- He tried to put his hands on me.

I said no, and then I quit.

- Whatever Hayley told you is a bunch of bullshit.

- It's handled. (keys jangling)

Eli, it's handled!

(boss exhales)

- I think we're done here.

(tense music)

- Eli, it's handled!

(door slams)

(boss grunts)

- Whoa! Whoa!

My wife's about to have a baby!

- Yeah, does she know what kind of sick fuck you are?

(elbow slams) (boss grunts)

(knife clatters)

- Dumb son of a bitch!

You come into my office and come at me like that?

(glass shatters) (boss groans)

(boss groaning)

(knife stabbing) (blood squelching)

(unsettling music)

(boss coughing)

(blood spurting)

(knife stabs) (blood squelches)

(disturbing music)

(knife clatters)

(crickets chirping)

(tense music)

(door opens) (Hayley gasps)

- Oh, Jesus, Eli!

What if someone saw you?

What if they traced this back to us?

- No one saw, all right?

No one will know.

It was him or me.

Look, that night I met you,

I shouldn't have done what I did.

It wasn't okay.

I'm sorry.

- Leo was it.

No more.

I will protect you for the rest of your life.

(Hayley sniffling)

(lips smacking)

We should go away.

Far away.

- And how are we gonna do all of that without money?

- Your old boss will pay for it.

- [Hayley] What?

- [Eli] From the cash box.

It's enough money for a couple of bus tickets,

down payment on a halfway decent apartment

with a little leftover, too.

(knife stabs)

So where's that dream house of yours?

- [Hayley] Well, I saw San Diego in a magazine once,

looked pretty nice.

- San Diego it is.

(soft music)

(broom rustling)

(broom rustling)

Hey, Tzipora.

- What happened to you?

- It's just a little bar fight.

- Violence solves nothing, you know.

- I know.

So, listen, me and Hayley, we're moving.

We're going to San Diego, like tomorrow.

I can pay for the last two weeks' rent.

It's not a big deal. I've been saving.

- Don't worry.

It's my gift for you two, for your new life.

- That's very nice of you.

- It's Rosh Hashanah.

We should do (speaking in Yiddish), blessings.

Join us for dinner.

- I don't know. I don't know.

- You bring Hayley.

It will be nice to see how we celebrate.

Be nice send off.

- Okay.

(bright acoustic guitar music)

- No, I'm okay.

- I'm late.

And I'm never late.

- What, you're pregnant?

- Been this way once before, a couple years ago.

Felt like this.

- Like in high school?

- Yeah.

My mom's rapist boyfriend.

As soon as I told him, he dragged me down

to some dirty-ass clinic to get rid of it.

- What are you gonna do?

I mean, if you are.

- I don't know.

- I'm with you all the way.

Whatever you decide.

- For the first time, I feel safe.

(gentle acoustic guitar music)

(gentle music continues)

- Hey. - Hey.

- Damn, what happened to your eye?

- I just fell.

- Hmm .

- Do you have a minute?

- What, you're quitting?

- How'd you know?

- People only come to my office for two reasons:

to ask for a raise or to quit.

You haven't been here long enough to ask for a raise,

so you're quitting, am I right?

- Yeah, but I can finish out the week.

- Nah, that's okay.

Got a new job?

- No, actually I'm moving to San Diego with my girlfriend.

We're having a kid.

- Wow! (laughs)

That's a lot.

So you're gonna move to San Diego and you have no job?

I've got a cousin who lives in San Diego.

She has a restaurant.

Give her a call? Tell her that I referred you.

Maybe she'll have some work for you.

- Thanks, Louise.

Oh, and here are the keys.

Maybe I'll see you in San Diego.

- Never know who you may see out there.

Good luck.

- Thank you. - You're welcome, Eli.

(keys jangle)

(Louise sighs)

(traffic whooshing)

(tense music)

- Daddy's watch boy.

What you selling this time? (exhales)

Grandma's pearls?

- No, I'm looking to buy a gun.

(tense music)

- Not here.

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

(gun rattling)

.38.

Hundred bucks.

(bills rustling)

(tense music)

- So, you just point, shoot

at whoever the fuck pissed you off.

- That's it?

- Yeah, you just pull the trigger, and it's gonna go bang.

(gun rattling)

(tense music)

(knocking on door)

- [Eli] Are you Tom?

- Yeah.

- Sorry to bother you. I'm a friend Hayley's.

I'm just a little worried about her.

- You know where Hayley is?

- Yeah, she's at my place right now.

She had nowhere to go.

I've been trying to get her to come home.

Can I come in?

(crickets chirping)

(stepdad exhales)

- And you are?

- I'm Eli.

- How do you know Hayley?

- We met one night and kind of just shacked up.

You know how it is.

- Well, you tell me where you live, and I'll go pick her up.

- You know, a funny thing about that is.

I don't think she's ready for that.

- Is she on drugs or something?

- It's more like...

What do you call it? Shell shock?

- What the hell are you talking about, man?

- You fucked her, that's what!

- Who the fuck are you?

(gun fires)

- Honey! (gasps)

(gun fires) (blood spurting)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(doorbell rings)

(doorbell rings)

(tense music)

- Oh, hey man. Sorry I'm late.

- It's okay.

- It's gonna be $6.99.

(music playing from headphones)

- Here's a 20.

- I don't have any change.

- It's fine.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Oh, thanks man.

Enjoy the pizza.

- Thanks. Have a good one.

Fuck.

(gun fires)

Fuck! (guns firing)

(trigger clicking)

(Eli groans)

Fucking idiot.

(Eli breathing heavily)

(drawers sliding)

(Eli breathing heavily)

(Eli groaning)

(dramatic music)

I can't believe that piece of shit just grazed me .

Fuck it, I don't care .

No one can treat Hayley like that, ever .

(traffic whooshing)

(siren wailing)

(intense music)

("Gone" playing)

Hey, Frankie.

- You're back.

- Yeah .

- Hey.

You better have a fucking better night tonight.

What do you want?

- You got any weed?

- Little shaken up.

How much you want?

I'm not walking back to my place

for a fucking shit dime bag.

- I just want an eighth.

I got 40.

- Ah.

Let's go.

(intense rock music)

Don't normally let people down here.

This neighborhood's nothing but spicks,

niggers and Jews, you know what I'm sayin'?

(tense music)

(toy squeaks)

- You have a kid?

- Twins.

When their fuckin' cunt mother lets me see 'em.

- What?

- Are you a Jew?

- No, I'm not Jewish.

- Right on.

- You know, I used to be just like you,

got nothing doin', nothing goin' nowhere.

- You don't know a thing about me.

(Frankie chuckles)

- Fuck I don't.

Oh.

Check this out, hm?

(smacks arms)

I belong to something!

You never heard of the brotherhood?

- Brother, we protect each other.

We fight for what's right.

We're gonna take America back.

Give it back to it's rightful owners.

Clean up the streets, you know what I'm saying?

Like my daddy taught me and I'm gonna teach my boys.

The only thing better than a dead nigger

is a dead Jew, you know what I mean?

Oh, look at that.

Oh, you got so much fucking anger in you, brother.

Oh, I love it. Ooh!

Ooh, we gotta fucking use that.

Take over the fucking country.

I need you to get mad.

(smacks chest)

Get mad. You gotta get mad!

Get mad, brother! Get fucking mad!

- Fuck you! (gun cocks)

(trigger clicking)

(knife swishes)

You need some ammo with that?

Why would you want to shoot Frankie?

What did I ever do to you?

(suspenseful music)

(knife clatters)

(knife stabs)

(flagpole stabs) (Frankie groans)

(body slams)

(blood squelching)

(Frankie groaning)

(flagpole clatters)

(Frankie groans)

(watch rattles)

(blood dripping)

(unsettling music)

(siren wailing)

(dramatic music)

(car door opens)

(car door closes)

(birds chirping)

- You taking those?

- Nah, I don't need 'em.

- Well, if you're really serious about becoming a writer,

they say write what you know,

and you got a great story right in front of you.

- You mean my dad?

- Why not? It's your story too.

He brought you into this world.

That's enough for me.

(crickets chirping)

(praying in Yiddish)

(praying continues)

- Let's eat.

So, why San Diego?

- Oh, well, it just seems like a really beautiful place

and seems like a great place to have a family.

- You guys want children?

- We're having a baby?

(joyful gasps)

(Tzipora gasps)

(speaking in Yiddish)

- He said this is a miracle, that we should bless you.

- Is that like a toast?

- Better.

(emotional violin music)

(Rabbi speaking in Yiddish)

- "I will bless the one who blessed you."

(Rabbi speaking in Yiddish)

(cell door clunks)

- [Tzipora] "And the one who curses you, I will curse them."

(chains rattling)

(somber music)

(somber music continues)

(Rabbi speaking in Yiddish)

- "And you and all the family of the earth will be blessed."

(somber music)

(straps clicking)

(straps rattling)

(emotional violin music)

(gurney rattling)

(emotional violin music)

- Have any last words?

(glass shatters)

- Is my son here?

- Yeah, Dad, I'm here!

- I know I let you down, Eli, and I'm sorry.

Thank you for being here for me.

Now I'm gonna get honest.

There were others.

But every one of 'em, every one of 'em deserved it.

They deserved it!

Maybe that was not for me to say.

Is that the Walkers?

- That's them.

(Gabe breathing heavily)

- I watched your son torment that innocent boy.

What I did wasn't right, I know.

Didn't justify it.

I took your son from you.

I'm sorry for that.

God has forgiven me.

I hope you can too.

(dramatic music)

I'm ready.

(switch clunks)

- [Guard] Gabriel McKinnon, you are being put to death

for the murder of Lonnie Walker

on today's date, June 6th, 1990.

(dramatic music)

- [Priest] Yea, walk through the valley

of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil,

for thou art with me.

(intense music)

Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me

in the presence of mine enemies.

Thou anoints my head with oil.

My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me

all the days of my life,

and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

(disturbing music)

- [Judge] Gabriel Michael McKinnon...

(hammer bashing)

you have been found guilty

of the first degree murder of Lonnie Walker.

This heinous act was premeditated and deliberate

with intent to kill.

Your crime is beyond comprehension.

You do not understand that life is precious.

I hereby sentence you to death.

May God have mercy on your soul.

(grim music)

(grim music continues)

(grim music continues)

(music fades)

- Before we get to San Diego,

I need you to promise me something. That that's over.

We're gonna be parents.

Eli, don't you wanna be better than what we had?

And I'm not saying this to hurt you,

but right now, you're no better than your dad,

and I know that's not you,

- That's behind us.

(disturbing music)

Okay?

I want a new start for us too.

Listen to me. I am nothing like my father.

(Hayley shouts)

Do you understand?

(rock bashes)

I promise.

(rock bashes)

(tense music)

("Jack's Scuba License" playing)

(music continues)

♪ It's been too long since when I left ♪

- [Jodie] Hello?

- Jodie, hey! It's Hayley.

- [Jodie] Finally!

- Ugh, I know. I'm sorry.

I should have called. It was just-

- [Jodie] You heard about the shooting.

Dude, someone shot your mom and Tom

in your fucking house! - Wait what?

- [Jodie] Like a month ago.

I'm sorry Hayley.

I thought you would've known.

(phone strikes receiver)

(unsettling music)

(unsettling music continues)

(car door closes)

(keys jangling)

(lock clicks)

- I got the job!

- Wow.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

I think I just have a little bit of morning sickness.

- Yeah, no, I start as a server,

and I can move up to manager eventually.

- Wow. (chuckles)

You know, I really think this is the sign we needed

that everything's gonna be okay.

- I start at 150 bucks a week plus tips.

- Wow. That's great, Eli.

- Yeah. - That's so great.

- This is exactly what we needed.

- Yeah.

(tense music)

(crickets chirping)

(cheerful instrumental music)

(toy train rattling)

(son mimics train whistle)

- Sam, buddy, can you keep it down, please?

- The train ran off the tracks and all the people died.

- Sam!

- What about Rebecca?

I mean, she's only been working with us for a couple months.

- I know, but she's so good with the customers.

And it's Christmas.

Give her 50?

- All right.

(toy train clattering)

- Did you check the mail today?

- [Eli] I sure did .

- And?

Anything from the publisher?

- Yeah, but I'm not gonna read that tonight.

I don't want a rejection letter on Christmas.

- But what if it's not a rejection letter?

I get it?

Your story's incredible, Eli.

Someone's gonna buy it.

(toy train clattering)

- Sam, honey?

(toy train clatters)

Sam? Keep it down a little bit.

Thank you.

What a kid, right?

(Hayley chuckles)

I'm gonna go get some wood,

grab another bottle of wine while I'm out.

- Okay.

Are you sure you're okay to drive?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Okay. Drive carefully.

- Thank you.

(toy train rattling)

(light instrumental music)

(envelope rustling)

(chatter on radio)

(paper rustling)

(light instrumental music)

(light instrumental music continues)

No fucking way.

(light instrumental music)

Jake?

- Holy shit, you're that kid from back at the place!

- Yeah, the kid. Eli.

- Eli!

Yeah, that's right, Eli!

You...

Man, it's been a long time.

I mean, you look good.

- You live here now?

- Yeah, had to move back in with my folks.

Fuckin' economy, right? (laughs)

Yeah, I was just out for a walk,

was going to the liquor store, get me a bottle,

you know, a fresh bottle, but I left my wallet.

- What happened to the job?

I thought you'd die there.

- Fuckers fired me.

"Bad attitude," they said.

Assholes.

- I'll tell you what, I got a bottle of whiskey in the car

I was about to drink.

Why don't you join me?

- You sure?

- It's Christmas Eve, right?

Let's bury the hatchet.

- Hell yeah!

Hatchets buried. (laughed)

♪ Silent night ♪

♪ Holy night ♪

(both laughing)

(Jake singing) ♪ Silent night ♪

♪ Holy night ♪

♪ Round young virgin, mo- ♪

(Jake grunts)

(Jake laughing)

♪ Round yon virgin mother and child ♪

Why are their virgins round? (laughing)

You ever had a round virgin?

I fucked a square virgin once. (laughs)

I mean, she was ugly!

And, you know what the weird thing was?

I think she was the fucking love of my life though.

Like, I'm not kidding.

Swear to you, it's like everybody said.

They said, "Jake, you're not living until... (stammering)

you find your self a virgin,"

and I was like, "Fuck yeah."

Wow, it's nice out here.

Why are we in a park?

(tense music)

- I thought we'd build a fire, have ourselves a drink.

You know, it's kind of cold otherwise, right?

- You're being so nice to me.

I was a dick to you.

I was a dick to everyone in my life.

But I just hated that fucking job.

I know it sucked for you,

'cause I was your boss, and I was a crappy boss.

- It's okay.

It's all right, man.

It's okay.

It's a long time ago.

- No, it wasn't.

It was just a minute ago.

Can I tell you something?

- Sure.

- You won't judge me?

- No judgment here.

- Tonight, I was thinking about killing myself.

I was gonna walk in front of a fucking train.

They would've been picking pieces of me up for months.

(Jake laughs)

But the sad thing is,

I don't think anybody would've given a shit.

Nobody was gonna fucking miss me.

(somber music)

- Let me guess.

Family?

- Fuck 'em!

And my mom, she's okay, but my dad is a fucking asshole!

Today, he gets up in my face.

"God dammit, Jake, you're worthless!

You're such a disappointment!

45 years old, living in my basement,

borrowing $10 from your mother

'cause you can't afford cigarettes and a fuckin' bus pass!"

He says, "I expected more out of you, son."

No shit, Dad.

I expected more out of me too.

I expected more out of me too.

(Jake sobbing)

- I've been there.

- You have?

- All the time.

- But...

- Look, look, look.

Let me show you something that

helps me.

Close your eyes.

Now, tell me when you see him.

(tense music)

- Yeah.

I see him.

- Now say, "I love you."

Say it.

- I love you.

- That's the last "I love you" you'll ever give them.

(suspenseful music)

(log slams) (Jake grunts)

(Jake groaning)

- What the fuck?

(intense music)

No! No!

What the fuck?

No, no, no!

(log bashing)

(disturbing music)

(log bashing)

(Gabe shouting)

(log bashing)

(disturbing music)

(disturbing music continues)

- [Gabe] Eli, go!

Go now!

(intense music)

(intense music continues)

(engine rumbling)

(music fades)

- Good, you're back.

I just put Sam down to bed.

He was looking for you if you wanna go pop in there.

(tense music)

Are you okay?

- I called the police. They're on their way.

- What?

Why?

- I ran into my old boss, and...

- Please don't be saying what I think you're saying.

- I killed him, Hayley.

I fought the urge as long as I could until tonight.

I never meant to hurt you.

- They'll be here soon.

It is time to say goodbye to Sam.

(somber music)

- Hey, kiddo.

- Hi, daddy.

Why is mommy crying?

- 'Cause I'm going away for a while.

- Where?

- Far away.

- Why?

Was I bad?

- No.

No, not yet.

Gosh, I'm worried that you might be.

(Sam screams) - Ah, Daddy!

(suspenseful music)

- No!

(glass shatters)

(siren wailing)

(gun fires)

- [Sam] Daddy!

(knife clatters)

(siren wailing)

(unsettling music)

(siren wailing)

(Eli groans)

(handcuffs rattling)

- It won't stop, Hayley.

It won't stop!

(disturbing music)

(siren wailing)

(disturbing music continues)

(disturbing music continues)

(disturbing music continues)

(feathers plucking)

- Sam, come on baby. Your breakfast is ready.

I gotta go to work.

- Be right there,

(feather plucks)

- Sam.

(feather plucks)

- Oh my God. Sam, what are you doing?

Oh my God!

- It was hurt. It couldn't fly.

- I don't care. That doesn't make it okay.

- Why? It was gonna die anyway!

- Sam, get up! What is wrong with you?

Mom, you're hurting me.

(dramatic music)

- Oh my God. Sam.

Oh my God, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

You cannot do that.

(anxious music)

- I'm glad you came. I missed you.

- Don't

(plastic bag rustling)

Sam did this.

- I was about his age when I started.

This is what I was afraid of, Hayley.

It's in his blood.

- Is this really the life you want for our son?

Please talk to him.

(tense music)

- Hey, son.

(disturbing music)

(somber piano music)

("Making Peace with Violence" playing)

(music ends)