(dramatic melancholic music)
(tools clinking in lock)
(dramatic melancholic music continues)
(tools continue clinking)
(door creaks)
(door clacks shut)
(tools continue clinking)
(door creaks)
(dramatic melancholic music fades)
(door softly creaks)
(window shuffles and clacks)
(zipper unzipping)
(jewelry clatters)
(package thuds)
(objects clattering)
(James sniffs)
(door creaks)
(door thuds shut)
(bucket clanks)
(toy squeals)
(dark suspenseful music)
(dark suspenseful music continues)
(window shuffles and thuds shut)
(dark suspenseful music continues)
- [James] Hey, Stan!
- Yeah? - Ahh!
- [Stan] What do you got?
(zipper unzipping)
- I've got some good stuff today.
Got some good stuff.
Look at that.
(Stan mumbles indistinctly)
What are we lookin' at, buddy?
High four, five figures? (Stan mumbles)
- [Stan] Well, let's see (mumbles).
Hmm.
Oh.
- Come on, Stan!
You're killin' me. - Slow down (mumbles)!
Yeah.
(jewelry clatters)
I'll give you 300.
- 300?
- Yeah. - Come on, Stan!
Look at this!
Look at those rocks!
That's at least a grand, at least.
- Yeah, that's cubic zirconia.
And this is a green stone.
It's not an emerald.
(jewelry clatters)
All I can do is 300.
I can throw in a burger
and a coke next door at Charlie's, if you want?
On me.
- Deal.
(cash box clatters)
- There's one, two, three. (money rustling)
- [James] Can you break one of these hundreds for me?
- That's right, I know the routine.
There you go, my friend.
- Hey, what about we do five?
(Stan and James laugh)
(dart thuds)
- Did he say anything after that?
- He said, "If somebody calls out, he'll give me a spot".
So basically, I'm on standby,
but I'm not holding my breath.
- Yeah, with all the development in the city,
you'd think a contractor with your skills
would be in high demand.
- You are if you have your license.
I mean, they're really crackin' on
on hirin' help without protection, so.
- Yeah, you know what you gotta do.
When's the next time you can take that test?
- Look, I don't wanna talk about that.
- Come on, third time's a charm!
- Stan, what part of I don't wanna talk about it
don't you understand?
- Yeah, well, fine,
but, you know, this hustling thing,
it hasn't been gettin' you anywhere, what?
in the last three years you're pullin' jobs?
In case you haven't noticed,
you're not any good at it.
- Hey!
- Fine to lie.
You've just been lucky.
Sooner or later, you get caught.
Everyone does.
You think it's hard gettin' a gig now?
Wait till your name's in the system.
I'm just telling you what I know.
They don't have an old folks home for thieves, just jail,
and that's no place to retire.
I'm just lookin' out for you.
- I know.
I appreciate you, Stan.
I do. (door creaks)
(suspenseful dramatic music)
Your turn, old man. - Yeah.
- I'll be right back. - Maybe think about
what I said.
(pool balls clack)
(pool ball clatters)
- [James] I don't recall giving you a plus-one
with this invite?
- Excuse me?!
- Listen!
This is Mac, all right?
Don't worry about him.
I know he looks a little mean,
but he's really just a little, old pussy cat.
- [Ant] Hey, Justine.
- Hey, Ant!
- Here's your usual,
and one for the shitty tipper.
(Justine chuckles)
- I'll have one over here. - All right.
- [Ant] Gotcha.
- Shitty tipper. (laughs)
- Looks that way. - Cheers.
(glasses clank)
- Mmm!
Okay, so tell me, how'd we do?
- Okay.
(money rustling)
$30?
Are you for real?
Oh, damn, man!
The old lady sprung for two first class tickets to Aruba.
Five star resort.
- Just because somebody sprung for a first class ticket
doesn't always mean they got first class money.
Everything I boosted was fake.
If the cleanin' lady hadn't come in,
maybe I would've found something good.
Maybe.
- The cleaning lady walked in on you?
- Mm-hmm.
- What did you do?
- Girl, you know my motto.
- Yeah, always have another way out.
- That's right.
I can't keep riskin' my ass for lunch money.
I think we gotta put a pause on these tips of yours.
Shut it down for a while.
- All right, okay, hold on, all right?
Before you go breakin' up the band...
- [James] No, not interested.
- Yes, you are.
You just don't know it yet.
Now, this right here, this is the big one, all right?
This is a type of score we have been waiting for.
Now, I admit, okay, it's a bit of a hike, right?
But this house right here is owned by Wayne Cummings.
He's the biggest fucking commercial real estate developer
in the region!
- Someone like that,
security's gotta be state-of-the-art.
- My great uncle lives up there, all right?
It ain't nothin' that you can't handle.
Yeah, okay, they fuckin' patrol the neighborhood,
but the community's so large,
they can only check on each house every two hours.
You will be in and out before they even know
that you were there.
- Yeah, it's too risky.
- Okay, do I really need to remind you
that you are in for 10 large to my associates?
- Look, I've been making my payments every month.
- This ain't Marshall's fuckin' layaway here!
Do you understand that you owe some serious...
You owe some serious fuckin' money
to some serious fuckin' people.
You got my name mixed up in all of this shit with you.
You know what?
I lied, mm-hmm.
You should be worried about Mac.
They sent him over here with me as a message for you,
and the only reason
that he ain't got your balls in a vice right now
is because of this,
because I convinced them that this job right fuckin' here
would get you from up under them.
Hell, you know what?
It might even put your ass on top.
Shit!
What the fuck else do we really have to discuss here?
- I'll check it out and call you.
- You just make sure you fuckin' deliver.
(suspenseful dramatic music)
(James sighs heavily)
- That girl's trouble.
- (chuckles) Well, Stan,
that's what they used to say about me.
- Well, they were right.
- Exactly.
But you didn't listen, why should I?
- Oh, I truly pray your daughter's head
isn't as hard as her papa's.
- Shit!
I'm supposed to get Sheanetta from school today.
Hey, I'll see you later, old man?
- Yeah. - All right!
- All right.
(upbeat pop music plays indistinctly inside bar)
(dart thuds) Oh!
- I'm here, I'm here! - You-
- Tasha.
Mrs. Stapleton, I thought we had a deal?
On my pickup days,
if there was any problems, you'd call me?
- I did several times.
You didn't answer.
- Well, I mean, in my line of work,
there are times where we can't pick up the phone,
and I didn't get a mess...
Yep, it's right here.
- Pickup time was over an hour ago.
I had no choice but to call Ms. Oliver.
I'm truly sorry.
- Oh, no, it's not your fault!
Not your fault.
- Oh, just a reminder,
we still have not received
Sheanetta's tuition for the current quarter.
We will need that within the week, if she's to continue.
- That's my bad.
I'll get it taken care of.
(Tasha mouths silently)
Tasha!
- [Tasha] You haven't even paid our daughter's tuition?!
- [James] Tasha, I'm tryin' here!
- How?
How are you trying?
Have you gotten a place yet?
Hmm?
Have you taken the contractor's license test yet?
Please help me to understand where you are tryin'!
- Tasha, come on! - I am done
with letting my daughter stay in some dude's house
while you're crashed on the couch.
And don't get it twisted, I make the rules, not you!
I know you help a little here and there,
but it ain't always about the money!
Your daughter needs a father who is not gonna run
every chance he faces something that he can't handle easily!
And I can't do this by myself!
You know what?
I got offered an executive chef position
in a restaurant back home,
and I'm gonna take it,
if you can't get your shit together!
- Tasha, Tasha, Tasha!
Look.
I will.
(Tasha scoffs) I will.
And I have something for you.
- What?
Okay, really, what is that?
What is that?
- What?
It smells good, and I thought you'd like it.
- Okay, why is it open?
And...
Wait!
James, are you drunk?
- What?
No! - I can smell the
alcohol on your breath!
- Look, (stammers) okay, if you must know,
I had a couple celebratory drinks with Stan.
Only because I have a lead on a potentially very big job
with one of the biggest commercial real estate guys
in the region.
I didn't wanna say anything until it was a done deal,
but it's looking good for me.
- Okay, I hope you get it.
- Thanks.
- Your daughter misses you,
and I don't wanna take away your weekend, okay?
So look, just...
You have church Sunday morning,
so just don't keep her up
too late Saturday. - Oh, I'm gonna have
to work Saturday night.
- Okay, you know what?
You're unbelievable. - But-
I'm sorry.
We're good for our ice cream date Saturday afternoon.
- Okay, fine, fine!
Just have her home by seven so she can shower.
- Yes, ma'am. - Mm-hmm.
- Hey, gremlin.
Oh, that's what we're doin', huh?
The silent treatment.
Well, the thing is, I was gonna see if you can help me.
See, I'm lookin' for this very, very funny lookin' girl.
She has these really big eyes,
and she has this head that won't fit in the back of a car.
And the thing is, is she's very, very ticklish.
- (laughs) Okay, okay, stop! (James laughs)
Are you and Mom done fighting?
- We weren't fighting.
We were just having a passionate exchange of ideas.
- And I wonder why?
(scoffs) You were late again, buddy.
- I know, I'm sorry.
I'll make it up to you.
A double scoop?
- I'm gonna need a waffle cone.
- A waffle cone?
Goin' big!
- That's the price you pay for leavin' me hangin'.
- All right, waffle cone it is.
I got you.
- [Tasha] Sheanetta, get in the car.
Here, your daddy gave you this.
- I love you, gremlin!
That's when you're supposed to say,
"I love you too, hobbit",
and then you start laughin'.
- Dad, I'm almost a teenager.
(soft melancholic music)
(dark suspenseful music)
(car engine roars)
(dark suspenseful music continues)
(brakes screeching)
(footsteps pattering)
(van engine roars)
(dark suspenseful music continues)
(water trickling)
(water splashing)
(dark suspenseful music continues)
(water rushing)
(water continues rushing in the distance)
(dark suspenseful music continues)
(trunk slams)
(footsteps pattering)
(dark suspenseful music fades)
(water rushing in the distance)
(tape ripping)
(insects chirping)
(suspenseful dramatic music)
(suspenseful dramatic music continues)
- [Justine] So what you think?
- [James] Yeah, you were right.
Security appears to be pretty basic.
I installed one just like it on the remodel I did last year.
- [Justine] Good.
Like I said, right?
An easy in and out.
- [James] I hope so.
I have 30 seconds once I'm in to disable the alarm.
Fingers crossed the factory kill codes still work.
- [Justine] They better.
- [James] Yeah, I'll hit you when I'm done.
(suspenseful dramatic music)
(objects clattering)
(zipper zipping)
(suspenseful dramatic music continues)
(insects chirping) (car engine rumbles)
(engine abruptly turns off)
- Ralph, to dispatch.
- [Mary] Go ahead, Ralph.
- Hey, Mary! (chuckles)
I didn't know you worked Saturdays?
Must be my lucky day.
- [Mary] Oh, is that right?
- Yeah, you know you're my favorite.
- [Mary] We both know you say the same thing to Patricia
when she's working.
- (chuckles) No way, ask her!
- [Mary] I'm going to.
How's it goin' out there?
- Ooh, it's cold.
That's why I brought my seat warmer.
Gotta keep my buns nice and cozy.
- [Mary] (laughs) You're just a little too much.
- And then some.
Everything okay on the east quarter.
- [Mary] Thanks, Ralph.
- Ralph out.
- [Mary] Or should I call you hot buns?
(engine turns over and revs)
(dogs barking in the distance)
(low suspenseful music)
(insects chirping)
(low suspenseful music continues)
(insects chirping)
(insects continue chirping)
(tools lightly clank)
(insects continue chirping)
(lock clicks)
(tool clanks)
(insects continue chirping)
(door shuffles)
(insects continue chirping)
(low suspenseful music continues)
- Yeah!
All right!
(low suspenseful music continues)
Hmm.
(low suspenseful music continues)
(lamp switch clicks)
Wayne Cummings.
Hmm.
(low suspenseful music continues)
(drawer shuffles open)
(drawer clacks shut)
(drawer shuffles open)
(case thuds)
(low suspenseful music continues)
Yes!
(zipper unzipping) (James mumbles)
(drawer shuffles open)
(electronic hissing)
What the...
(jewelry piece clatters)
Put this shit in here.
Take all of this.
She was right.
(zipper zipping)
Thank you, Wayne.
(lamp switch clicks)
Psshoo!
(fridge door clatters)
Don't mind if I do.
(can top pops)
(can clanks)
(uptempo suspenseful music)
(object clacks)
(uptempo suspenseful music continues)
(object thuds upstairs)
(uptempo suspenseful music continues)
- [Sebastian] Listen, lady.
Where is the safe?
- Please, I don't know what you're talking about.
(ominous suspenseful music)
Let go of me! - Calm down!
- No! - Calm down!
Uncle Gary's gonna take care of you.
Ain't nothin' to be afraid of.
Come on now.
(ominous suspenseful music continues)
- Stop, stop, stop, no! - Oh, yeah.
- No, no, stop! (Gay speaks indistinctly)
Stop, stop! - Clam down.
- No, let go! - Calm down!
- Stop, stop! - I don't wanna hurt you.
- [Everette] No!
Somebody help, no! (Gary speaks indistinctly)
No, stop! (Gary grunts forcefully)
(Everette hyperventilates) (Gary moans pleasurably)
(insects chirping)
(ominous suspenseful music)
(Clair whimpers)
- Gary has a way with the young ones.
(Clair sobs)
(Sebastian shushing)
Now, give us the safe,
and you won't have to hear that screaming.
- Please?
Don't let him hurt her. - No. (softly shushing)
Please?
- You can stop this at any time.
Just tell us what we need to know.
- Oh, yeah. - Stop, no!
- You're a feisty one. - Stop, no!
Stop, stop! - Calm down.
- [Everette] Let me go!
(Everette hyperventilates)
(door creaks)
(Everette squeals frightened)
Stop!
Help!
Stop! - And I will!
(Gary grunts muffled) (Everette screams)
(Everette hyperventilates)
(Gary yells muffled)
(blow lands) (Gary grunts)
- [Gary] Hey, hey, hey, hey!
(Gary yells muffled) - Close the door!
(Gary grunts forcefully)
- [Everette] Yeah, okay, okay, okay!
(blow lands) (Gary grunts forcefully)
- [Gary] Where the fuck did you come from, huh, huh?
(blow lands)
What the fuck was on that towel, huh?
(blow lands)
You gonna poison me?
(James grunts muffled)
(blow lands) (Gary groans pained)
(body thuds)
(James pants heavily)
(object clanks)
- Please, go check on my granddaughter, please?
She's just a little girl.
(Clair whimpers) (Sebastian laughs)
- Yeah, I'm sure she's a grown woman by now.
(Clair breathes shakily)
(Clair sighs heavily)
Where is the safe?
- Are you soft in the head, hmm?
How many times do I have to tell you the same damn thing?
If there was a safe, I would've told you by now,
just to get your disgusting breath outta my face!
(hand slaps)
Yeah. (groans pained) (Sebastian pants heavily)
(shoulder thuds) (Sebastian grunts)
Ooh! (winces painfully)
(Clair breathes shakily)
(Sebastian laughs)
(Clair continues breathing shakily)
- [Sebastian] Let's see if these fake nails
have dirt underneath.
(dark suspenseful music)
(Clair winces pained)
(Clair yells out pained)
(dark suspenseful music continues)
(Clair whimpers pained) - Enough!
She doesn't know anything. - Hey, hey!
I say when enough is enough.
Understand?! - Yeah.
- And you man the fuck up
and go find the goddamn safe!
(Sebastian pants heavily)
(Clair breathes shakily)
(dark suspenseful music)
Where's the safe?
(insects chirping)
(footsteps pattering)
(low dramatic music)
- What are you doing?
We gotta move!
- But my grandma's still in there.
- I know, I know.
Look, I can't get a signal,
and we have to follow these red markers until the main road,
and we can send help.
- She's not gonna make it that long.
Once they see that I'm gone, they'll kill her!
- Not till they get what they want.
If we're lucky, she'll keep them guessin'.
By the time we get to the main road,
we can get somebody and send help.
- I'm not trusting my grandma's life to luck.
- Look, I used my hero card up on you,
so let's go!
(insects chirping)
- I didn't wanna say this in front of him, Officer,
but yes, he's one of the guys that took us.
- What?
I'm not with them.
- I don't know that.
- Look, I was just joggin' by, I heard you scream.
I just saved your life.
- But you left my grandma in there to die!
- No, I didn't.
Hey, we're lucky not to be in there with her.
So let's go.
(insects chirping)
- Yes, Officer, he threatened to hurt us.
He also tried to take advantage of me.
- Wait, what?
Oh, you wouldn't.
- [Voice Of Tasha] Your daughter needs a father
who is not gonna run
every chance he faces something that he can't handle easily!
- The hell are you?
- I'm Everette.
Who are you?
- Don't worry about it.
- Fine.
Then what do I call you, friend?
- No.
- [Everette] Criminal?
- Hell, no!
- Stranger? - James.
Just call me James.
If we're gonna do this little stunt of yours,
we gotta think ahead,
in case we need to make a run for it.
- Always have a way out.
- Exactly.
Use the elements to our advantage.
Are there any tools in the house?
- My grandpa has lots of tools in the garage.
We could get there
without even getting too close to the house.
It's this way.
Come on.
- What the hell have I got myself into?
- You take the main level.
I'll go downstairs.
- What's up with your boy, huh?
What does he think he is?
- That's just Sebastian.
He's uptight.
More so on this job than most, for whatever reason.
- Well, I don't trust him.
- I told you he was an asshole
when I brought you in on this.
But I've done a lot of jobs with this dude.
He's always kept it straight.
So if he says there's a huge score here,
you better believe it.
So just be cool till we get our split, all right?
- Fine.
But we better keep our eyes open, all right?
You watch my back and I'll watch yours.
- That hasn't changed since day one.
I got you!
But it's all good.
We're good.
Yeah?
Come on!
Your scary ass, come on.
(low suspenseful music)
(low suspenseful music continues)
- Yeah.
(bag crinkling) Here, grab this.
Be careful.
(bag rustling)
Okay, let's go.
(low suspenseful music continues)
(mulch shuffling) - There's four guys.
You've met one already.
He's the weirdo of the crew.
(rock tapping)
Out of the other three,
the scary one is the leader.
He's very aggressive.
The other two didn't say much.
There's a bigger guy.
He seems like the most low key out of them all.
And a squirrelly Asian guy.
I think they called him Freddy.
He's kind of nervous.
- Wow, I'm impressed.
- Always be aware of your surroundings.
Number one rule of espionage.
(winces) Ah!
Ahh, ahh!
- What did I just say?
It hurts, right?
- Yeah! - Yeah!
- Yeah, it does.
(James groans pained) Yeah.
Okay, what's next?
- You draw them away from your grandmother,
it'd give you guys time to get to your panic room.
- Panic room?
We don't have a panic room.
- Huh?
- No.
- I thought all rich people had a panic room?
(Everette scoffs)
Okay, plan B.
This house was built in the late 1950s.
The air ducts,
I wouldn't have any access points to crawl through.
And if the security cameras weren't down,
I would have a way of seein' in without bein' seen, so.
- I actually think I can help you with that part.
I have a few cameras of my own placed around the house,
just so I can check in on my grandparents from time to time,
'cause, you know, adults never tell kids anything.
If we can get to my iPad,
we can have eyes in every single room.
- Oh, great!
Well, where's your iPad?
- That's the thing,
it's inside in my hideout.
But if we can get there without being caught,
I mean, they'll never find us.
My grandpa helped me build it.
- It's risky, but it's the only play we have.
- What is that goon doing to my Everette?
- Well, if he hurts one hair on her head,
I will kill him and you both!
(Clair winces)
Ow!
- This...
- Ow! - Is vinegar.
(spray bottle spritzing)
(Clair winces pained)
(dark sinister music)
And this is hydrochloric acid.
(Clair winces pained)
Now...
(Clair whimpers) One more time.
(Clair sobs)
Where is the safe?
- We don't have a safe!
- Okay.
(Clair continues sobbing)
- Ow!
- Listen, here, you little rich bitch!
I'm sick and tired of your little games.
Now, you're gonna call your husband,
and he's gonna tell you exactly where the safe is,
or else he's gonna watch your skin peel
from your fucking skull!
- He won't answer.
He's in the air halfway to Dubai.
Look, I would be with him if my daughter
hadn't gotten a last minute business trip.
Please, please, please? (Sebastian pants)
(Clair sobs)
- Okay.
(chuckles) Okay. (Clair breathes shakily)
Okay.
Yeah. (Clair breathes shakily)
(dark sinister music continues)
Huh?
(Clair sobs)
(Clair stammers)
(Clair pants heavily) Here.
Call him.
- I've got no service.
- Ah. (machine taps)
Try again.
(door softly creaks and clacks)
- Let's go.
- [Sebastian] Put it on speaker.
- [Voicemail Prompt] This is Wayne Cummings.
I'm currently out of the country.
If you could please leave a message
with my secretary. - Hang up!
- I told you.
(cell phone dings) - Oh.
(dark suspenseful music)
How 'bout this?
I got service.
(button clicks) (electronic whirring)
(dark suspenseful music continues)
It's not goin' through.
How far is this hiding place?
- It's in my closet.
- [James] Your closet?
- You'll see.
(dark suspenseful music continues)
- Okay.
Girl, I ain't goin' to a closet.
- We won't go to the police.
Just take whatever you want and go.
- Who else knows about the safe?
- My husband doesn't keep anything from me.
If there was a safe, I'd know about it.
(Sebastian sighs aggressively)
- [Freddy] Yo, Gary!
(suspenseful dramatic music)
(Gary groans pained)
- Oh, fuck!
(groans) There's somebody in the house.
- What?
- There's someone in the house!
- Get up. - No!
(Gary winces pained)
- What is it you think is in this safe?
Maybe I can help you find it?
Bring my granddaughter to me, please.
(Clair winces painfully)
Ow!
Oh, does it have to be that tight?
Look, I've got poor circulation in my hands.
I can't even feel them. - Just shut the fuck up, lady!
- It's all fucked up.
We have to go!
- Calm down.
- Somebody jumped Gary and took the little girl.
- Someone else in the house?
- What?
No!
Where's Everette?
- No, where's your husband?
Don't lie to me.
- I'm not lying.
He's in the air.
Where is my granddaughter?!
- Hey, she ain't lyin', man.
The guy that jumped me, he was young and Black.
- [Freddy] Look, we're wasting our time with this old hag.
Let's just take what we got and get outta here.
- I don't know where you got things confused.
We're not leaving until we find what we came for.
- Freddy's right, man!
The cops could be on their way right now.
- No, not without this.
It blocks every signal within a one mile radius.
Listen, guys, we've got eyes out front,
so we know no one came out that way.
The only way out is through the woods out back.
So get your ass out there and find him.
And you, stop being a little bitch,
and do your job.
Where's Craig?
- Man, (stammers) I don't know.
I'll go find him. - No, no, no, no!
I'll go find him.
You just go find the safe.
- What about her?
- She's not going anywhere.
(suspenseful dramatic music)
(box thuds)
(box rattles)
- Most of them are empty.
It's just for camouflage.
(box rustles)
(hangers clatter)
(low dramatic music)
(door creaks)
(low dramatic music continues)
(hangers clatter)
(low dramatic music continues)
- Panic room?
(Everette scoffs) (James laughs)
- You're officially the third person
to know about this room.
How do you feel?
- Very cool.
- You ready?
- Okay, let's see.
Oh, shit!
- Don't worry.
He'll never find it.
(low dramatic music continues)
- [James] This one's right outside, right?
- Yeah.
It's there in case anyone comes looking for me
while I'm in here.
(low dramatic music continues)
(objects clattering)
- [James] And how come this one's not workin'?
- I don't usually keep that one on.
It's in my grandparents' room,
and I'm not supposed to invade people's privacy.
(Everette chuckles)
But I have it in there
just in case something happens, you know?
- Mmm, somethin' like what?
- Well...
My friend's grandma had a heart attack.
She was alone.
No one was there to see it or to help her.
So I have it in there, just in case.
If they ever need me, it's like I'm there,
but I'm not really there, you know?
So I can check in on them.
- Let's see.
It's okay.
(low dramatic music continues)
Hey.
It's okay.
We can see her.
Okay?
She's alive and doin' good.
If you didn't have a camera in there,
we'd be wonderin' what's goin' on.
You did good.
Really good.
All right, let's see, what we workin' with?
So Miss Everette, tell me,
how'd you get into this spy stuff?
- Well, I stay with my grandparents a lot
because my mom travels for work,
so they wanted to get me into things that they were into.
So for my grandma, that was soccer and softball.
She was a national champion in college.
For my grandpa,
it was all those old spy movies, like "Mission Impossible",
and "James Bond" and "Jason Bourne".
- Hey, hey, hey, "Jason Bourne" is not old.
- It kinda is.
- Nah, no, it's not.
- Yeah.
- Uuhh, is it?
- Yeah.
(James laughs)
Anyway...
But my favorite one is "Nikita".
She's just so cool, and such a badass,
and doesn't take shit from anyone.
- Hey, hey, language!
Sorry, kind of a force of habit.
I have a daughter your age.
You remind me of her.
(chuckles) She's smart and fearless.
- And a badass?
- Yes, (chuckles) and a badass, and modest.
(Everette laughs)
(doll wails loudly)
Oh. - Sorry.
That's Beth Anne.
She is kinda creepy, but I love her.
(ominous suspenseful music)
What?
- Stay here.
I'll be right back.
(ominous suspenseful music continues)
(doll wails in the distance)
(ominous suspenseful music continues)
(doll wails in the distance)
(ominous suspenseful music continues)
(doll wails increasingly louder)
(ominous suspenseful music continues)
(doll wails loudly)
(ominous suspenseful music continues)
(door clacks and thuds)
(hand pounds)
- Open this door!
Hey!
Let me outta here!
(fist pounds)
You're gonna pay for this,
whoever you are!
(hands pound)
(doll wails loudly)
(suspenseful dramatic music)
(doll wails loudly)
(doll thudding) (electronic static hissing)
(suspenseful dramatic music continues)
(wine opener clanks)
(chair thuds)
(Craig exhales loudly)
(eminent suspenseful music)
- [Gary] There you are.
(Gary yells out)
Where are you goin' huh?
Where are you goin', huh?
(eminent suspenseful music continues)
(electricity buzzing) (Gary cries out pained)
(body thuds)
(insects chirping)
(door creaks)
(battery cables clatter)
- You should stay down this time.
(dark ominous music)
(dark ominous music continues)
(feet shuffling)
(dark ominous music continues)
- Gary?
You out here?
Gary?
(door creaks and clacks shut)
(lock clicks)
- Where are the others?
- I have no freakin' idea,
but I think the girl and whoever this guy is
may be in the house.
- Take it.
- Uh-uh!
- Take it.
- I don't like guns.
I told you that when you brought me on.
- Listen, someone is fuckin' with us.
Now, you find him...
(gun cocks)
Deal with it.
(suspenseful dramatic music)
(door handle rattles)
- Oh, shit!
Hey!
(James mouths words silently)
- Yeah, you're locked out.
I got that.
What else?
- I have an idea!
- I don't understand.
(floor creaks)
(dark sinister music)
(Everette breathes shakily)
(dark sinister music continues)
(Sebastian yells angrily)
(Sebastian pants heavily)
(dark sinister music continues)
(Everette breathes shakily)
(dark sinister music continues)
- [Freddy] Hey, think I found something.
- About damn time.
(dark suspenseful music)
(insects chirping)
(dark suspenseful music continues)
- Okay, Grandma, don't worry, I'm coming.
(stool thudding)
(feet pounding)
(stool clatters)
- Huh?
Yeah. (chuckles)
- It's a gun safe.
You fucking idiot.
- Why, I know.
But we don't know what's in it.
- I'm guessing a fucking gun.
- Maybe we should have Craig open it up,
and we can take a look?
- Look, it's not it.
And if you can't see that,
you're dumber than you fucking look!
- (gags) Hey!
No need for name calling.
You said to find a safe.
I found you a safe.
What the fuck?
(upbeat pop music plays indistinctly in the distance)
(gun safe clanks)
(stool clatters)
(upbeat pop music plays over speakers indistinctly)
- Who the hell are you?!
- Come on, Everette!
Get the hell outta there!
- [Sebastian] You obviously want something.
Cut the music and let's talk.
(door creaks)
(upbeat pop music plays indistinctly in the distance)
(gunshot blasting) (speaker clatters)
(James grunts)
- [James] Damn, that was a good shot.
(Everette pants)
(footsteps descending)
(low suspenseful music)
- What's the matter?
Not feeling so jiggy anymore?
- [Clair] Where's my granddaughter?
- We have no idea.
You might wanna ask that Michael Jackson over there.
- Stay right there!
I will shoot!
- Will you?
It takes a very special breed to pull that trigger.
Believe me, I should know, I am that breed.
You, I'm not so sure about.
- Not another step!
- When faced with life or death peril,
most anybody could do it.
Now, this, this is a scary situation, sure,
but is it life or death?
I don't know.
Only you could answer that.
Look at Freddy over here.
The gun to his fucking head.
And so he'd rather just stand there pissing himself
than use the gun in his waistband
to do what needs to be done.
(gunshot blasting)
- (gasps) Grandma!
- What the fuck?!
You could've shot me!
- But I didn't.
Now, go get the girl.
Go!
- Run, Everette, run!
(gunshots blasting)
- Hey! (Everette whimpers)
(Everette grunts forcefully) (Freddy groans pained)
(Freddy winces)
(James groans) (gunshot blasting)
(footsteps pattering)
(Everette sobs and mumbles indistinctly)
(feet clomp) (dirt shuffles)
(James groans and pants heavily)
(suspenseful dramatic music)
- (sighs heavily) Amateurs.
(suspenseful dramatic music continues)
(Sebastian sighs heavily)
Here.
Put some pressure on it.
(dark ominous music) (insects chirping)
- What the hell are you doing?
You got people shootin' at you.
(James speaks indistinctly)
(James pants heavily)
(insects chirping)
I tried.
(James grunts)
- [Freddy] Where are you, you little shit?
- Hey!
- Craig?
(door shuffles)
Really?
- What, I'm just gonna sit in here?
Yeah, right.
(Craig sighs)
- Oh, fuck!
(Freddy clears throat)
Sebastian, a word?
(shutters clack)
- Where's the girl?
- She got away.
- You got one more time to fuck up...
(dark sinister music) - Or what?
With all due respect,
I'm not the only one fucking up.
I mean, I understand there's a lot at stake,
but this job has been messed up from jump.
Nobody was supposed to be home.
Now, we're taking hostages,
we're shooting guns,
and still no safe.
So maybe your guy got that wrong, too.
Maybe there is no safe?
And even if there is,
we've been through every room.
We can't find it.
Not to mention, the numb nut out there lurking,
trying to be a hero.
For the love of god,
let's just get the hell outta here!
- That is not the plan, and you know it.
- Well, fuck the plan!
- Excuse me?
- Fuck the plan.
(suspenseful dramatic music)
- Oh, you feel the same way, too?
- Sure.
Fuck it! (Sebastian sighs)
- You know, the thing about chess,
people are always so preoccupied with winning,
they only focus on the next move,
yeah, and the next move,
but they fail to focus on
what is staring at them
right in the fucking face! (Craig screams)
Now, I say, we finish the job,
but this is America, so we gotta vote.
So what say you, huh?
(head thuds)
Fuck the plan or finish the job?
(head thuds) (Craig cries out pained)
Fuck the plan or finish the job?
(head thuds) (Craig winces pained)
Fuck the- - Finish!
Finish the job!
(Craig winces)
- Good call.
Guess y'all voted?
(Craig moans pained)
(dark sinister music continues)
- [Craig] Get off me!
(dark sinister music fades)
(car engine rumbles) - Whoa, ho, ho, ho!
Ho, ho, ho!
(car engine continues rumbling)
I didn't mean to scare you,
but there's no time to explain.
You need to call the cops, if you can,
or go get help.
- [Riley] Hey, hey, look.
Just calm down. - No, no, no!
Get in your car! - What's goin' on?
- Get in your car!
It's not safe!
They have guns! - What?!
Guns?!
Oh, my god, look,
I'm gonna call for help.
Ah, shit! (phone clatters)
- [James] Oh.
(blow lands) (James groans pained)
(body thuds)
(car engine idles) (insects chirping)
- Get up.
Get up!
(ominous suspenseful music)
(ominous suspenseful music continues)
Who are you?
(ominous suspenseful music continues)
- Nobody.
Just the wrong place at the wrong time.
- Mmm.
You know what I think?
I think you're nothin' but a two bit hustler
looking for a score.
(ominous suspenseful music continues)
Hmm. (envelope rustling)
To my darling, darling Clair,
here's to 30 years.
Wayne.
(jewelry clatters)
Anything else good?
(photo rustling)
And who would this be?
(dark ominous music)
The sweetest little thing.
Super cute.
You know, if you wanna get back home to her,
stop trying to be a fucking hero.
(dark ominous music continues)
I need a drink.
- Keep an eye on them.
(footsteps departing)
(dark ominous music continues)
- You said you could handle this for me,
so why wasn't it handled?
- We've had setbacks.
- What, our mystery man?
You mean to tell me,
you couldn't figure out how to diffuse that threat?
He's a hustler.
A little pocket change would've did the trick.
Or are you referring to the old lady and the kid?
Because their presence
should've made your job easier, not harder.
- We've been through every room in this house.
And believe me, I pressed.
I pressed her hard.
She doesn't know anything.
- Come here.
(dark ominous music)
Down.
(dark ominous music continues)
Did I say touch?
(Sebastian grunts)
(dark ominous music continues)
You know how much I enjoy you, right?
- Mm-hmm.
- But if you can't do what I need you to do,
what fucking good are you to me?
Now, you can touch.
(Sebastian softly chuckles)
- [Sebastian] Okay.
(Sebastian moans sensually)
- [Riley] Mm-hmm.
(Sebastian laughs)
(fridge door clatters)
- Hey, we need to talk.
- Get the fuck away from me!
- What's your problem?
- What do you think?
Look at me!
- What, you're blaming me?
Me?
Not that motherfucker who pounded your head in
like it was a piece of freakin' skirt steak?
- You're the one making waves.
Shouldn't have listened to your ass!
- Well, you better listen to me now,
and you better listen good,
'cause if that ass whoopin' didn't make it clear,
Sebastian doesn't give a damn about any of us.
And I'm not exactly getting Kumbaya vibes
off this Riley chick either.
And this entire time I thought Riley was a dude.
You knew she was a broad?
- Why are you talkin' to me?!
- Well, that's your question in your head right now?
What you should be asking is,
why are they up there havin' a secret meeting, huh?
What's so important that they're talking about
that the rest of us can't be in on?
Yeah.
I wouldn't be surprised if, right now,
they're thinking of a way to cut us out.
- Yo, I'm goin'
back downstairs. - Yeah.
- I don't wanna hear your paranoid bullshit!
- Fine.
Get caught slippin', if you want,
but it's not gonna be me.
(Craig scoffs)
(footsteps departing)
(Sebastian pants heavily)
(Sebastian moans sensually)
(Sebastian continues moaning)
- Don't disappoint me. - Uh-uh.
(hand slaps)
(Sebastian moans pleasurably) - What the fuck?
(Sebastian moans loudly)
(Sebastian laughs pleasurably)
(dark suspenseful music)
(footsteps approaching)
Oh, we're fucked.
(dark suspenseful music continues)
- What's your problem now?
- Don't ask.
Just know, this whole job, fucked.
(Craig winces pained) (Freddy exhales loudly)
- This has gone too far.
I need you outta here!
- Sit down and shut up!
- Sit down, lady!
- No, they need to go!
I need a doctor.
This needs to end!
Just give me a number, and I'll wire it to you.
(Clair gasps) - Back up, lady!
I'm warning you.
- Hey, hey, calm down!
- Give me a fucking number and let's end this now!
Give me a number!
- That's what you think this is about, fucking money?
This is about legacy.
Your husband's grandfather cheated my great-grandfather
out of a business they started together.
That means, everything you own,
that painting, this couch,
and those ugly ass pajamas,
and all that land is, by right, half of mine.
And I'm gonna get what's owed to us
and expose your family.
So despite all these articles, and magazine covers,
and philanthropic awards,
I'm going to let the world know
that you are nothing but cheaters and frauds.
Now, sit.
(ominous suspenseful music)
- I don't know where you got this idea.
If there was any validity to it whatsoever.
Wayne is a fair man.
- (scoffs) Fair?
I've been working for five years
to get justice for my family.
You know, I went and saw your husband a few years ago,
gave him an opportunity to do the right thing,
and he laughed in my face.
He even got a restraining order on me.
Told the courts that I was mentally unstable.
Me, (chuckles) mentally unstable.
Do I look like I'm fucking mentally unstable?!
That wasn't a rhetorical question.
- No.
No, but you look like you're very upset.
Look, this is the first I'm hearing anything about this,
so let me look into it.
(Riley sighs heavily)
- Where's the safe, Clair?
- I don't know!
- You know, the funny thing is,
I don't believe you.
I was married for years,
and the one thing I do know is that the wife always knows.
Yeah.
Just like I knew my husband was my fucking sister.
You know, you just know something, right?
Call it a hunch, a suspicion, a inkling.
Yeah.
So what I'm gonna do is count to three,
and you're gonna give us something we can use,
or I'm gonna shoot...
Him. - No!
What, what? - One.
- I can't tell you (interposing voices)
what I don't know!
- Hey! - Two.
- Please stop! - Hey!
- Stop! - Okay!
- Stop!
I know where it is.
I was following my grandpa one day,
and he opened the secret compartment,
and I didn't see what was inside,
but it's got to be what you're looking for.
- Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?
Well, alrighty then.
Looks like we're gonna go on a field trip.
Shall we? (Gary applauds)
(suspenseful dramatic music)
- Let's go. - Get off me!
(blows landing) Ow!
(blows continue landing) (James cries out pained)
- [Sebastian] Try it again!
(James groans pained)
(suspenseful dramatic music continues)
(mysterious dramatic music)
- You're up, kid.
Oh, my!
Now that's impressive.
Open it.
(low suspenseful music)
(stethoscope clanks)
(Craig winces pained)
(low suspenseful music continues)
(Craig winces pained)
- I can't.
- What do you mean, you can't?
- My ears, I can't hear the ticks.
- So you can't open the safe because you can't hear?
- Yeah, that's right.
(Riley sighs angrily)
(low suspenseful music continues)
(Riley screams maniacally) - Oh!
(gunshot blasting) (Sebastian grunts)
(group gasps and cries out frightened)
- I do not deal with the incompetence!
If I can't regain my family's legacy,
then yours won't have one either.
(Everette hyperventilates) - Oh, no, no!
(stammers) I can open it!
- Bullshit!
(Everette pants)
- What?
- I'm familiar with these type things.
- Okay, Mr. Hero,
you open it.
- (scoffs) Very few people can do what I do.
- Shut the fuck up!
You can't do what you do!
So we'll let him try.
Don't be scared.
(low suspenseful music continues)
(stethoscope clatters)
If you're bullshitting me,
(sighs) I will find your daughter,
and I will make her suffer more than you can imagine.
But hey, look on the bright side,
if you can open that safe,
I may give you his share.
(low suspenseful music continues)
(James sniffs loudly)
Isn't this exciting?
(Riley laughs giddily)
(dial clacks)
- Slow down.
(dial zipping)
Hey!
You need to be very precise,
otherwise, you'll trigger the biometric...
(alarm blaring)
Lockout.
I tried to warn you.
Shit!
- Did you just fuck me?
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Let me explain.
I did it on purpose.
It's true, I don't know how to break this combination,
but with the biometric lock, I don't need to.
- You just need a thumb you don't have.
- We don't need a thumb.
We just need a print.
- And how the hell are you gonna manage that?
(car engine rumbling)
- Ralph to dispatch.
- [Mary] What can I do ya for, Ralph?
- Check your log.
Aren't the Cummings supposed to be away this weekend?
- [Mary] Oh, let me look at the log.
That is affirmative.
No one should be home.
- I'll hit you back.
- [Mary] Is there anything wrong?
Ralph?
- Standby, dispatch.
(car engine rumbles)
(insects chirping)
(car engine continues rumbling)
(lighter flicks)
(low dramatic music)
(lighter flicks)
(watch beeps)
- Hit my steps for today.
(footsteps clomping)
(doorbell chimes)
- Don't say a word.
Go check it out.
You, come with me.
And if he tries anything,
shoot the kid first.
(insects chirping)
(footsteps pattering)
(insects chirping)
(footsteps descending)
- [Freddy] Hey there, Officer.
- Oh, hey!
I didn't think anybody was home.
- Ah, yeah, I'm just house sitting for the weekend.
Yeah. (chuckles)
- And you are?
- [Freddy] A friend of the family.
- Uh-huh.
Yeah, well, they didn't log it in.
They...
- Oh, sorry, they must've forgot,
'cause they were running late.
I'm sure they'll call tomorrow and clear it all up.
- Okay, you be sure Mr. or Mrs. Clark
call it in tomorrow morning.
- You mean, Cummings.
- Excuse me?
- You said Clark.
This is the Cummings' residence.
- Oh!
You know what?
I got so many houses to patrol,
I get it confused.
- Go take care of this issue.
- No problem.
- Okay.
Have a good evening, huh?
- [Freddy] You, too, Officer.
- [Ralph] All right.
- And hey, Officer?
We'll call first thing in the mornin'.
- All right. (chuckles)
(footsteps clacking)
(footsteps pattering)
(blow lands) (body thuds)
(low suspenseful music)
- You're too young to understand.
The world can be a hard place.
Not everybody gets the same opportunities.
- Don't talk to her.
- Not everybody gets to live in a fancy mansion
with stacks of cash hanging around everywhere.
I have a daughter to provide for.
Kids are expensive, you know.
- My mom always tells me that, but...
- But what?
- Nevermind.
- No, go ahead, say it.
- It's just that, if I was your daughter,
I'd want you to stop,
'cause I'd be too scared that, at any moment,
you could be taken away from me.
- My dad died when I was four.
I live in a big house,
and get pretty much whatever I want,
but I would trade all of that for a chance to see him again.
So I'm pretty sure whatever she might want,
what she wants the most is just for you to be there.
(dramatic melancholic music)
(James sniffs loudly)
(dramatic melancholic music continues)
(electronic beeping and whirring)
(safe clacks open)
- Holy shit!
You did it.
(gun clatters) (Craig yells out)
(dart thuds) (Craig screams pained)
(blow lands) - Oh, no!
- Ow! - Shoes.
Everette, get your shoes! - Okay!
Okay, okay, okay, okay!
(Craig exhales loudly) - What are you doing?
- [Clair] Clear the safe.
- [James] What do we have here?
- [Craig] Ow!
- [James] Let's go, come on!
Come on!
- [Craig] I'm coming, I'm coming.
(Craig groans pained)
(Craig exhales loudly)
(James whispers indistinctly)
- What are you doing?
Get out there!
They're gettin' away!
(Craig groans pained)
- Oh, my god!
(Everette screams)
Oh!
(Everette continues screaming)
- You hurt her, I will kill you myself!
- We've heard that one before,
and I think you're all outta threats.
- Enough!
(ominous suspenseful music)
Now, give me my shit.
- Give us the girl, (paper rustling)
or I rip the shit out of this old ass envelope.
It's what you want, right?
Looked very important.
(ominous suspenseful music continues)
- You know, it's getting late.
I think it's time for little Everette to go to sleep.
Why don't you just put down the envelope,
and I promise, no one else will get hurt.
Or...
We could do it the hard way.
(Everette screeches) - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Okay, okay!
Okay!
We'll make the trade.
(ominous suspenseful music continues)
(Everette grunts)
(bag thuds)
(Gary grunts angrily)
(Gary whispers indistinctly) Come on, come on, come on!
- No! - Come on, come on.
(ominous suspenseful music continues)
Now everybody's happy.
We can all go in peace.
- [Freddy] Can't wait to get the fuck outta here.
- What the hell are you talkin' about?
No loose ends.
(ominous suspenseful music continues)
- Hell no.
No, I've done my part,
so give me my cut and I'm out.
- Okay.
Here, take your cut. (bag thuds)
(gunshot blasts)
(Everette screams) - Oh!
- [James] Go, go, go, go!
(ominous suspenseful music swells)
- Go!
(suspenseful dramatic music)
(Craig mumbles indistinctly)
(suspenseful dramatic music continues)
(dark eminent music)
(paper rustling)
(dark eminent music continues)
(envelope rustling)
(Clair groans pained)
- Okay, no, no, no, no. - I need to stop.
- No, no, no, no, they're coming.
We gotta- - No, just leave me.
Just leave me. - No, Grandma!
(James speaks indistinctly) - Look, this is what was
stopping cell service.
Look, just figure out how to turn it off,
get her to safety, and then call for help.
- Okay, yeah. (device clanks)
(intense banging)
(device pieces clatter)
I think I found the off button.
We're not leaving anyone behind.
(suspenseful dramatic music)
- [Riley] Sorry, buddy, no loose ends.
(electricity zapping)
(body thuds)
- [Craig] There's nowhere to run!
You might as well come on out!
- Here, take this. - No!
You take it! - No, no!
Take this and call for help, okay?
Protect yourselves.
I'll be all right.
That's not my style.
(James whispers indistinctly)
- The longer you make me wait out here with these damn bugs,
the more I'm gonna make it hurt when I do find you!
(insect buzzing) (Craig groans)
(ominous suspenseful music)
I know you're there.
(Craig laughs)
(stick clatters) (Craig cries out pained)
Ow!
Aah!
Hey, you fucked my shit up, man!
What'd you do that for?
- Ralph to dispatch.
Mary, Code Green, Cummings residence.
Code Green.
- Oh, I'm gonna find you.
I'm gonna find you.
Oh. (chuckles maniacally)
My, oh, my!
What do we have here?
Looks like Cinderella lost a slipper.
Why don't you come out
and play with Uncle Gary, Cinderella, huh?
Cinderella?
(ground rustling) Oh.
What the fuck?
The fuck?
(bat thwacks) (Gary cries out pained)
(bat continues thwacking) (Gary groans pained)
- Everette, grab the rope.
Nevermind.
- I told you I would kill you.
You should have listened.
(bat thuds)
(dark sinister music)
(sirens wail in the distance)
(siren chirps)
(indistinct radio chatter on police radio)
I looked through this,
and it disturbs me more than you know.
I learned things I never knew about.
And I promise,
I'll do my best to set things right for your family.
But know this,
you will never see one dime of that money,
because you will rot in a cold jail cell
for the rest of your life.
Now, get her the hell off my property.
(suspenseful dramatic music)
(car door slams)
(gurney clatters)
- If he hadn't heard me scream when he was passing by,
I don't know if where we'd be
or if we'd even be alive right now.
- Just, what, right place at the right time, I guess.
(indistinct chatter on police radio)
- Here, take this.
It's the least I could do.
- I didn't do anything to deserve that.
- You saved my granddaughter's life and mine.
I'd say that's plenty.
- It was the right thing to do.
- (sighs) Well, bless you.
- I have noticed you have a lot of things on the property
that could use a handyman's attention.
I'd love to help out.
- By all means.
- Well, in that case,
we can use this as a starting point.
(James and Clair laugh)
- When can you start?
Thank you. - Thank you.
- I mean it.
Right, sweetie?
- [Everette] Grandma, how's your shoulder?
- [Clair] It really hurts.
You mind if we go thank Ralph really quick?
- Sheanetta? - Yes, ma'am?
(soft gentle music)
(James laughs giddily)
- [James] Look at you.
- Look at you on time.
I like it.
- What, is that, like, two weeks in a row?
- Some could consider that a streak.
- I would.
Oh, I got somethin' to show you.
(keys jangling)
- Are those keys to your- - Yep!
And you get your own room.
(Sheanetta squeals) (James laughs)
- You are the best hobbit in the world.
- Well, thanks, gremlin.
Hey, what do you say, before you go see your new room,
we go get some...
- Waffle cones?
- Okay, yes. (chuckles)
- Okay, let's get whipped cream.
Ooh, and sprinkles.
Some hot fudge.
Maybe we could get double scoops?
- [James] Oh, my goodness.
Double scoops, huh?
(stirring dramatic music)
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(suspenseful dramatic music)
(suspenseful dramatic music continues)