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-Cutting edge... -Mr. Moody.
Yes.
Sorry for the wait.
Hey, don't even worry about it.
Let's discuss this loan application.
Well, Cathy...
Can I call you Cathy?
-Sure. -Great.
-Where are you from, Cathy? -Van Nuys.
I meant your heritage. Where are your people from?
Greek.
Yeah, but my family is fifth generation American.
Great. Well, then you'll totally understand where I'm coming from.
Cathy, my name is Ray Moody.
I was born and raised in Glendale, California,
and I am an entrepreneur.
I believe in the spirit of innovation.
This country was built on ideas
that are progressive and one of a kind, wouldn't you agree?
-I suppose. -Yeah.
Great, Cathy. Well, I'll tell you, Cathy,
I can't wait for you to hear what I have in store for us.
Cathy, I run a business based on one idea.
Helping people.
Isn't helping people the cornerstone of any worthwhile endeavor?
Isn't that what makes America great?
Isn't it?
Through years of research and practice,
I've developed a system of nuanced, psychotherapeutic techniques
guaranteed to give clients just the helping hand they need.
What the... What are you doing?
What's happening? Oh, my God. Help me!
[heavy breathing]
Hi, Stuart.
[muffled speech]
Give it to me straight.
What'd you have for lunch today?
-A garden salad. -Don't lie.
You went to Baxby's again, didn't you?
No, sir.
You'd rather have a jumbo, bacon double cheese burger from Baxby's
any day of the week, isn't that right, Stu?
Isn't that why you're so god damn fat?
No. No, sir. I had a garden salad.
Garden salad?
Stu,
I found the receipt in your coat pocket.
You had curly fries, too.
Don't look so down. It's a matter of fact.
I stopped at Baxby's drive-through on our way over here.
There's only one problem.
I bought a few too many of these bad boys by mistake.
Think you can help me out, Stu?
No, I'm not hungry. No.
-Yeah, you are. Open up. -No, I'm not...
[choking, gagging]
Only 12 more to go.
No! Please, no.
I can't.
[crying, suffocating]
[man screaming]
[playful music]
[sighs]
[whistling]
-Has it been eight hours? -To the minute.
Congrats, Stuart. I doubt you'll be visiting Baxby's anytime soon.
Yeah. I don't think so.
This got a little shit on it in the scuffle. I'm sorry.
If you need a good dry cleaners, I know a guy.
No, no, thank you, though.
I have to tell you, you were...
You really scared me back there at the bar.
-Yeah? Thanks. -Yeah.
I appreciate that.
Okay. Well, what is the name again?
You can make it out to Kidnap Solutions LLC.
[playful music continues]
People pay you to kidnap them?
For the simulated experience of high stakes abduction, yes.
I'm not sure I understand.
Well, you might think of it as a kind of alternative therapy.
My clients use the service for any number of curative reasons.
"Curative"?
Yeah. I mean,
sure, some people do it just for kicks.
But we have any number of people combating addictions,
drugs, alcohol, fatty foods.
To that end, we deploy
a number of association tactics that descended from Pavlov.
He's the Russian...
Are you a licensed psychologist?
No. How is that relevant?
Eighteen months ago,
your company was based out of Atlantic City.
That's correct.
And what prompted you to relocate?
The economy, my business model was based on tourism.
Did the lawsuit...
have anything to do with your relocation?
Absolutely not.
In the interest of full disclosure...
Give me a break.
Pardon me.
I'm sorry, but before every encounter
I consult with my clients to set very specific boundaries
about what's going to work and what isn't.
I leave a paper trail, I fax documents.
No, but you...
You didn't in Atlantic City.
No.
No. You know what?
No thanks.
This is an ambush, lady.
And based on this bank's reputation,
I expected a level of professionalism today,
and those expectations were not met.
Have an awesome day, Cathy.
I'm sorry. Do you guys validate parking?
[engine spluttering]
Hey, it's your sister. Where are you?
The party started an hour ago and I told the kids you were coming.
And it would be very uncool if you didn't show up.
And can you please not wear the wig? Just leave it at home.
I just... I don't wanna have to explain it to people. It's fucking creepy.
Thank you. See you soon. Bye.
[man excited, child yelps]
Hey, thanks a lot.
I really appreciate it. I'll pay you back as I can, you have my word.
Don't worry about it, happy to do it.
I was gonna tell you I've been talking to some big money guys back east.
They really believe in the concept,
talking about franchise potential, so I really feel...
Kids are getting big.
They do that when you don't see them for a while.
Thanks for having me over.
Glad you could make it this time.
[whirring]
[clanging]
[on TV] Where did you conceal the rest of the Montecristo jewels?
They're in the bank vault, far beyond your reach.
Perhaps you underestimate my ability in obtaining the things that I want.
You'll be very wise if you don't writhe, mademoiselle.
Even a criminal dislikes to use violence with anybody so lovely.
You tempt me, mademoiselle, to steal something more.
Calling all thrills seekers and adrenaline junkies.
Design your wildest kidnapping fantasy today.
Phone in for a free consultation. That's 1-800...
[phone ringing]
Hello.
[woman on the phone] Is this Ray?
Speaking.
Is this a bad time?
No, no, no. Not at all.
I'm calling about my free consultation.
Sure.
What do you have in my mind...
Anna.
I have a fantasy.
I want to disappear.
Okay. That can be arranged.
Really?
I'm so glad.
Yeah, we have a whole...
host of different scenarios that we can
recommend.
Surprise me.
The website lists a standard rate for an eight hour simulation.
Is that negotiable?
-Well... -Sorry, let me be more clear.
I'd like to go for the whole weekend.
I'm prepared to pay extra for the longer simulation.
You are?
How's 5,000 even?
Half up front,
half after we finish.
-Ray? -Yes.
I'm still here. That's fine.
I was going to mention there's one more thing that I'd like to request.
Okay.
I'm kind of embarrassed to ask.
No, no, no. I've been doing this a long time.
Trust me, there's no request I haven't heard.
Slapping.
What's that?
During the simulation, I'd like for you to...
slap me.
-You've been on our site? -Yes.
It's just that,
we have those terms up there.
Which I'm sure you read.
We're not allowed to hit our clients.
Anna?
I was hoping that you would make an exception.
I am afraid that's just not possible at this time.
I see.
But listen, if you want...
-Fuck! -What's wrong?
Nothing. Thanks for your time.
No. No, no, no.
-St. Blair. -Anna.
Yes. Please don't call me anymore.
No, no, hold on, hold on.
Is this legit?
What is?
You weren't yanking my chain about the 5,000?
You can look me up.
I'm an account executive
at Carnaham-Cutler-Monroe West Coast division.
I should go.
Wait, wait. Wait.
Ray, is our conversation finished or isn't it?
No.
Then you'll keep an open mind?
I will.
I'm so glad.
[deep breathing]
You sound surprised.
Well, it's... It's a lot of money.
Yes, but you understand it comes with strings attached?
Of course.
I don't scare easily.
It has to feel real.
That's what we're all about.
[Ray] Case file 402.
Subject, Anna St. Blair.
Position, Senior Business Consultant,
Carnahan-Cutler-Monroe, Los Angeles branch.
Subject has requested a surprise scenario.
I've dusted off one of my classic simulations.
The Schwinkie file.
You're gonna get us that file, Ms. St. Blair, one way or another.
It's a tale of corporate espionage, where I play the brute enforcer,
she's the damsel in distress.
And Schwinkie, well,
that's for me to know and her to find out.
All the pieces are in place.
She won't know when it's coming,
or where.
Or how.
[voice operator] You have one new message.
[Anna] I saw you in the elevator this afternoon.
You didn't say anything.
Were you outside my house, too?
You really should be more careful next time, Ray.
-[Anna shrieks] -Stop.
Eyes on the road, Anna. Stay cool.
How do you know my name?
Light's green.
Are you... Are you wearing a wig?
You have a green light. Let's go, let's go.
-Would you like my car? -No.
What do you want? I'm sure we can work something out.
Just keep your hands at ten and two just like in driver's ED.
-What's in there? -Shut up.
-Is it meant for me? -Shut up.
[cries]
Okay. Hold still.
I don't think I can drive with these things on my hands.
Sure you can.
You know, I'm supposed to be speaking at a very important conference tonight.
If I'm not there, people are gonna ask...
People are gonna ask questions about where I am.
Shut up and drive.
Okay. Hold tight a sec.
I'll be right back.
[screaming]
[door knocking]
You through?
There's nobody around, nobody can hear you.
I'm gonna cut you free.
Don't make any sudden movements, okay?
All right, let's go, come on.
Hop in.
No, no, no. I can't go in there. I'm a claustrophobe.
-Seriously? -No, yeah. I'll go into shock.
-So... -Turn around.
Turn around!
Listen, this isn't some ploy.
I've done absolutely everything that you've asked me to do up until right now.
-Get in. -Okay, okay.
-Okay. -Watch your head.
Okay, okay.
[Anna wailing]
Get your fucking leg down! I will fucking slam this on you.
I'm not kidding, I am not fucking around!
[muffled screaming]
[toilet flushes]
[screams]
-Why are you doing this? -Shut up!
You're Anna St. Blair?
-That was a question. -You told me to shut up!
Okay. Are you Anna St. Blair or aren't you?
Yes.
-You are Anna St. Blair? -Yes.
You work at Carnahan-Cutler-Monroe, the LA branch?
What is this about?
My employer has taken an interest in a certain client of yours,
a man by the name of Schwinkie.
"Schwinkie"?
Are you sure you're pronouncing that correctly?
Listen, Anna,
this can either go very smoothly for you
or very difficult-ly.
What?
The Schwinkie file. Where is it?
Who is Schwinkie?
[grunting] God damn it.
CCM doesn't represent anybody by that name!
If I could help you with this, don't you think I would've already?
Don't fuck with me, Anna!
You're gonna get us that file, Ms. St. Blair, one way or another.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You can't just keep me here like this.
People are gonna be looking for me.
Which?
Come on.
-No. -Lady, I don't ask twice.
That one.
Well, I hope you're more cooperative tomorrow, for your own sake.
[footsteps]
[laughing]
[on the phone] Hey, Tom, it's Ray.
I left a package at your place last night.
Make sure you get to it before Natalie does.
My name's not on it or anything, but
it's in your mail.
You know, for the first time in a long time I really feel like I'm
heading down the right path, like,
I don't know, everything's the way it should be.
All right. Later, man.
You hungry?
I'm starving.
Well, you're in luck then.
I had a whole mess of chicken fingers in here, two orders worth.
Ketchup?
Smells pretty good, doesn't it?
Okay, here it comes.
[mocks]
Before we dig into our breakfast here,
I'm gonna need some answers.
I already told you
CCM doesn't have any clients named Schwinkie.
Where is the file?
I don't know.
Where is the fucking file, Anna?
Please don't yell at me!
One way or another, I'm gonna get what I need.
These are very powerful people we're talking about here.
This shit goes higher up the totem pole than you could ever imagine.
You won't leave here alive unless I have that file in my hands!
There must be some mistake.
There must be some sort of misinformation.
I mean, you're very good at your job.
I have a family.
And...
I have a dog.
He's a rescue dog, he's such a good...
He's such a good dog.
I have plants.
I have plants, too.
But I am not who you think I am.
And I don't know what it is you need from me.
So, please...
Please.
Please let me go.
I have to go make a call.
She's good. She's good.
She's a fucking pro. I'll give her that.
You got this.
You got this!
Nice.
Listen,
I know you're scared.
But I'm just the middle man here.
I don't want anyone to have to suffer.
So I'm gonna be straight with you.
In my line of work, I've seen lots of things.
Terrible things.
These guys do not fuck around.
But I know that if you can just work with me here,
give me the materials that I need
so that I can be able to say that I did my job,
we'll both make it out of this unscathed.
You have my word.
What?
[snorts] I'm sorry.
Are you kidding me with this shit?
You hold me at gun point and you tie me up in your...
You tie me up in your basement
and then you invent some bullshit excuse
-to try to connect? -It's not bullshit.
And expect me to treat you like you're...
Like you are my knight in shining armor?
You don't even know what you're talking about, okay?
You're treading very dangerous waters here.
I remember you.
You're that guy in the elevator.
You were the guy that was staring at my ass.
You...
My employers...
You don't even... You're in some very serious shit here, Anna.
You have seriously underestimated the amount of shit you're in.
You're gonna get me that fucking file!
Stop yelling in my face, you fucking pervert!
You spineless pussy.
-You can't even... -[Anna yelps]
How was that?
You hit like a girl.
You and I are gonna talk Schwinkie, who I know is your fucking client.
And I don't care how long it takes, you're gonna give me exactly what I need.
And I don't care if your fucking plants, fucking shrivel up and die!
They could die for all I care!
And don't think that I don't know that you don't have a rescue dog.
Yeah, that's right, Anna. I've been to your house.
And contrary to what you might think,
I happen to be exceptionally good at my job.
So you just better make god damn sure
that that job doesn't involve me cutting you into little fucking pieces
and feeding you to that fake-ass fucking dog!
You can have the file!
-What'd you say? -I'm hungry, I'm tired.
These cords are cutting off my circulation, and, you know,
I probably need to pee again.
If you want Schwinkie that bad, you can have him.
I'm really tired of this shit.
Really?
Yes.
You really know him?
Schwinkie?
Yeah, yeah. He pays me 500 bucks an hour.
Come on, let's go!
-Where? -My office.
No, no. That's not gonna work.
I can call my assistant and have her fax it over.
No, no, no calls, no faxes.
Okay, so what do you suggest, telekinesis maybe?
Is their some kind of online corporate database that...
No. What?
I don't know. What...
Just let me call my assistant.
There better not be any funny business.
I have to get the okay from my employers. I'll be right back.
Okay.
Shit.
[phone buzzing]
Hey, buddy, it's Tom.
Glad to hear you're in high spirits again.
I'm actually holed up in Vegas all week. We had a conference.
So I wasn't able to get your package.
But don't worry about that.
I'm sure Natalie...
[door knob rattling]
You scared the shit out of me.
You can't just barge in here like that.
What the hell is this?
I don't know. What is it?
It's an unmarked envelope full of cash
that I found in my mailbox this morning.
How do you know that I put it there?
Are you borrowing money from Tom again?
Is that why you came to the birthday party?
No.
Did you sell the furniture?
This place looks like shit.
[thumping and muffled screaming]
Natalie, now's not a great time.
[music playing]
-What are you doing? -Nothing.
Do you have a friend here?
[wailing]
God, you have one of them here.
You have one of them here! At Mom's house?
Wait a minute!
Don't go down there!
Well, this is just great.
Help me!
I hope you're having a pleasant experience.
[muffled screaming]
I'm gonna go.
Ray, are you fucking kidding me?
I can't believe you. We grew up in this house.
Will you lower your voice?
Who is she?
A new client, a good one.
She's paying big money for an authentic simulated experience.
Which you just compromised by engaging with her.
What?
You just introduced yourself into the equation.
Now I have to come up with a whole back story for you.
Maybe...
Maybe you're my employer.
Wait, did I specify a gender?
Can you hear yourself right now? You sound like a lunatic.
It's my job. I'm good at it.
Think about what mom would say if she could see you right now.
Can you just stop for a second and think about what she'd say?
I gotta go. My kids are waiting in the car.
Well, you can bring them inside. I'd like to say hi to them.
And then should we bring them downstairs
and introduce them to the nice lady in the basement?
Well, you can't just leave them out in the car. That's irresponsible.
I'm irresponsible?
You need to grow the fuck up and get a real job!
You know, the next time I bring my kids to see you,
I would prefer you not be behind eight inches of glass.
And water your fucking plant! That looks terrible!
[door slams shut]
[reporter] Authorities are still searching today for a Hollywood Hills woman
feared missing since early yesterday evening.
Colleagues say they grew concerned after she failed to appear at a corporate gala
where she was due to deliver the key note speech.
She was last seen leaving her office in a black S550 Mercedes.
For any tips, you can call our toll-free number...
Anna!
We need to talk. There's been some kind of misunderstanding.
The police think...
Shit!
Did you just stab me?
[cringes]
What's wrong with you?
Whoa.
Okay, I'm calling this off. This is getting too weird.
You can keep your 5,000, whatever.
[knocking on door]
Mother of fuck.
Help!
Are you insane? The police are outside.
We're not in pretend land anymore.
Look at me. Look at me.
[knocking at door]
Yeah, just a second.
I'll be right there.
[knocking]
Are you Raymond Moody?
Yeah, speaking.
What took you so long to get to the door today, Raymond?
You caught me in the can.
How can I help you guys?
We're here about a lady who went missing last night.
Missing?
You familiar with a woman named Anna St. Blair?
No. No, I don't think so.
Drive a white van?
Used to be white. It's more like rust colored now, actually.
[all chuckle]
It has Jersey plates?
Yeah, actually, it does.
Is the car in your garage?
No, it's in the shop. I gotta say I'm getting a little confused here.
There was a neighbor that saw your car
parked in front of her house, last three nights running.
-I'm sorry, who's neighbor? -Ms. St. Blair.
-She's the one that's missing? -Yes.
Ms. St. Blair, not the neighbor.
Isn't it a little early to open a missing person's investigation?
I watch a lot of cop shows.
[laughing]
[clears throat]
Yeah, well, like I said, it's in the shop. It's been in the shop all week.
You know the name of the shop?
I don't know the name of it, but it's...
It's on Manchester, near the airport.
Guy I know was a mechanic there.
What's your friend's name?
Hayward.
Hayward have a first name?
Just "Hayward" is all I know.
You don't think he could have something to do with this, do you?
You know, he did say...
Yeah, he mentioned that he was on parole.
Man, Hayward.
You won't happen to have his number handy, do you?
No, I'm afraid not. I just kind of drop it off when it needs fixing.
But he's usually there if you zip by.
So should I just give you a call if I hear from Hayward?
Yeah.
If we need to get a hold of you this week.
Yeah, we know where you live.
Right.
Mr. Moody.
Have a good weekend.
[cringes in pain]
Shit!
[whimpering]
Hi.
I'm just gonna need the truth from you here.
Please tell me that that shit you pulled back there
was all part of the act.
That you're still acting. If that's the case,
and I know that's case,
then we can just end this thing right here and go our separate ways.
You know what this is, right? You called me on the phone.
You asked for this, you paid for this.
You didn't?
You have no idea what I'm talking about here?
Please let me go. I don't know what you're talking about.
I don't have what it is...
I think that you have the wrong person.
You didn't call me on the phone,
you didn't deposit $2500 into my bank account?
I lied.
I lied about Schwinkie because I thought
if I told you...
what you wanted to hear,
you might let me go.
Please let me go home.
There is no Schwinkie, I made him up.
You made up Schwinkie?
It's all part of the scenario.
I run a company that specializes in simulated abductions.
What?
Designer kidnappings.
Call it like a heightened form of immersive theater, you know.
Oh, my God.
You're insane.
No, no, no.
Look, a woman named Anna St. Blair
called me a few days ago and contracted me to kidnap her.
Up until now, I had every reason to believe you were that woman.
Why would...
Why would I do...
Why would anyone do this?
Why would I hire you to do this to me?
These psychos pay you money to torture them?
No, they use our services for any number of reasons.
"Our"?
Mine, my services.
I don't get it.
Don't they have loved ones?
People that miss them while they're gone?
Typically, a session only lasts eight hours.
Not enough time to arouse suspicion.
Yours was a special case.
Let me guess, Ray.
You got carried away.
You paid for the weekend.
Ray, I've never seen that before.
You signed it.
No, no, no, no. That's not...
That can't be right.
You paid me half up front.
[footsteps stomping]
That says anonymous deposit.
Well, most of them are.
That does not come as a surprise to me.
Wait a minute.
[woman on phone] I saw you in the elevator this afternoon.
You didn't say anything.
Were you outside my house, too?
You really should be more careful next time, Ray.
[beeps]
That's not my voice. I don't know who that is.
That sounds a lot like you.
That's not me.
There must be someone else with my name.
No, no, no. That's too big a coincidence.
I mean, I saw you in the elevator that day.
You brought it up earlier.
Were you outside my house?
Yes.
How long were you watching me?
Couple of days.
Call the number back.
[operator] We're sorry. The number you have reached is not in service.
-Please check... -Disconnected.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but there's only one logical explanation.
I mean, isn't it obvious? We were setup.
Who would do that? Why...
Who would waste all of their time putting together such a...
Such an elaborate plan?
Don't you have any enemies?
I mean, somebody that might benefit from you being sidelined for a few days?
You're missing your big speech.
Me? I don't have any... What about...
What about you?
I don't have any enemies.
You work with crazy people for a living.
I mean, you must have your fair share of disgruntled clients.
"Disgruntled"? Never. I'm very good at what I do.
Well...
No.
You're really not very good at what you do.
Do you know her?
No, I don't think so. Who is she?
Have you ever been to Atlantic City?
Once, I was there when I think I was a kid.
Who is she?
Nobody. I'm sure it's nothing.
Where's my car?
-It's in the garage. -And my phone?
-In the glove box. -Perfect.
What are you gonna tell the police?
The truth.
That you kidnapped me, that you hit me.
I was just doing what I was told.
Fuck you. Companies like this should not exist. It's dangerous.
People can get hurt.
They'll send me to jail.
Ray, maybe you should've thought about that before you kidnapped me.
Leave the purse, please.
Garage?
The keys aren't in the...
Ray.
I want you to think very carefully
about your next move.
Okay.
Every second
you hold on to those keys...
...you're digging yourself in an even deeper hole.
I can't let you leave.
Just hear me out.
[screaming]
Please, if you could just listen to me for one...
-Stay back! -Ow!
-God! -Stay back.
Okay, okay, I'm staying right here. Right here, right here.
I'm leaving, Ray.
Give me the keys.
Okay, okay, cool it.
Don't you tell me to fucking cool it, asshole. Give me the keys.
It's not a real gun.
-What? -That's not a real gun.
It's just a pellet gun.
[cringes]
-Shit! -Give me the keys!
-Fuck! -Give me the keys!
Shit!
God damn it!
Give me the keys, Ray!
I really wish you could see this from my point of view.
Give me the keys!
Okay, I'm really sorry about this.
What are you doing?
Are you fucking crazy? Spit it out.
You can't leave...
...until we sort this out.
Spit it out, Ray.
I swallowed it.
[Ray gasps]
I just want us to talk about what happened
and come to a mutually beneficial conclusion.
Spit the keys out.
I swallowed it.
-Spit the key out! -I swallowed it.
Spit 'em out!
I can feel it right here.
God, I didn't wanna do that.
Spit out the key!
I'm trying.
[gagging]
Gross!
It's down there.
It's down there now.
Spit out my keys!
[telephone ringing]
Help me! Please help me, I've been kidnapped!
[screams]
[Ray sighing]
Anna.
[light playful music]
Here. For your head.
[indicator ticking]
This is a fucking nightmare.
Hey, cut it out. You want me to crash?
Stop it.
You can't do this. The police are looking for my car.
You know that, right?
I swapped out the plates. I had some fakes in storage.
Where are you taking me?
Couldn't stay at my house anymore.
It was only a matter of time before the police swung back around.
So I'm officially your hostage.
You're not my hostage.
Do you know that you're committing a felony right now, you asshole?
Hey, you know what, Anna? You know something?
Look, you know what?
Never mind. Forget about it.
It's not important.
It's just...
If you stopped to consider the amount of abuse that I've taken from you today...
You've got to be fucking kidding me, right?
I am the victim here.
I am the victim in this scenario.
I am the victim here!
Not you!
You're right, I apologize.
Jesus Christ. Don't apologize.
Fuck, please just let me go.
I can't risk you going to the cops right now, okay?
Look, I know that there's a solution to this somewhere,
and if you and I could just put our heads together and figure it out,
everything's gonna be okay, all right?
Okay.
[muffled] You motherfucker! Let me out of here!
Fuck you!
Fuck you, you motherfucker!
Let me out of here!
You cool? Come on.
Just give me your hand. Just come over here.
Stop it.
You're being silly now.
Come on.
I honestly think you're gonna dig this place.
It's a family cabin. My dad built it in the 70's and...
Anna!
Anna, come on.
This doesn't have to be such a chore. Let's go.
What are you hiding from me for?
[screaming]
Fuck! Fuck!
[slurping]
Believe me when I tell you I never meant for it to come to this.
I know, I know you're not exactly my biggest fan right now.
To be honest, I'm not too pleased with myself either.
I'm really not a bad person. I'm a good person
caught up in a seismically fucked up situation,
and you're not exactly making anything easier on me right now.
I like helping people.
That's why I do what I do. My whole business is about helping people.
My clients come to me
to escape their everyday troubles and immerse themselves in a scenario,
however unorthodox,
that really helps them gain some solid perspective on life. It's just...
you and them cut off from the outside world, and they get to that
that microcosm, where time ceases to exist.
And they're forced to retreat inward
and really get to know themselves better, and I'd say
nine and a half times out of ten,
they emerge from that experience a more fulfilled human.
Hold on one sec.
I'm sorry about that.
That's not what microcosm means.
What?
That thing that you just said about time standing still,
that's not what microcosm means.
Do you want some food?
Yes, asshole, I'd like some food.
It's been over 36 hours since I've eaten anything.
Right.
Well, let me see what I can whip up here.
You might wanna think about trying to fix that thing on top of your head.
Also.
[suspenseful music playing]
[coughing]
[crushing]
[clears throat]
My sister.
She has nothing to do with this.
Her coming down in the basement, that was a total accident.
It's another reason I couldn't let you go to the cops.
I mean, you put her at the scene that makes her an accessory, she has kids.
You're telling me you have a family that cares about you?
And you still pull this kind of shit?
Well, they were supposed to get rid of that one. Why didn't they?
That's Kendra,
my ex-wife.
I met her in Atlantic City. It was a long time ago.
We started this business together.
It's a huge tourism market over there.
At peak season, we have two, three simulations going at once.
We were training personnel.
We rented a warehouse.
We were good.
For the first time in my life, I didn't feel like a total failure.
But then...
But then I had to walk away.
Get out of town.
I guess Kendra figured she didn't need me anymore.
Got the lawyers involved, told a story or two.
I never saw it coming.
And here I am.
Did you love her?
Yeah.
Yeah. But I guess she showed me.
Can I take a shower?
I feel pretty gross, you know, I've got all this...
...tape all over me.
I really don't think it's a good idea.
I promise you I'm not gonna make any trouble.
[shower running]
[exhaling]
Where is she now?
Who knows?
Who fucking cares?
You know, I was married once.
What did he do?
Um...
He left.
He broke my heart.
He didn't really want me.
I can't really blame him 'cause I don't know if I want me.
[squealing]
I just sat on the ball gag.
Trust me, it's been worse places.
Don't say that. That thing was just in my mouth.
What are you doing?
You're really not a kidnapper.
So, if I say that I won't go to the cops this whole thing is over?
It's all done?
Yeah, more or less.
So you'd let me go?
Yeah, I would.
So I won't go to the cops.
I'll tell my boss, you know, something. I'll make up some kind of a...
...story.
-You'd do that? -Yeah.
Yes.
Thank you.
I'm sorry.
There's just one thing that I kind of want to know.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah?
Your ex-wife,
what did she say?
It's just that she must've made up some terrible accusations,
and I'm wondering what
they are, or were.
Why are you asking me that?
Clearly, she's the one that set us up.
There's nobody else that would have that kind of vendetta.
There's no vendetta.
Okay. So can you tell me what she said?
It has nothing to do with this. Just drop it.
I think you're afraid to tell me.
I think you're afraid to tell me because it's true
and because you want me to like you.
But you know what, Ray?
I don't like you.
And I'm never going to like you.
Do you want to know why?
Because I think everything you've said is bullshit.
What I think is that you like being in control.
I think you like tying people up.
I think you like feeling big.
What did you do, Ray?
Did you tie her up?
Did you push her around?
Just when we practiced the simulations.
You hit her, didn't you?
Just the once because she asked me to.
Did you like it?
Do you wanna hit me?
No.
Come on, Ray.
I've been really bad.
-Are you sure you don't wanna hit me? -No.
[lamp shatters]
Oops.
That belonged to my mother.
I'm sorry, mom.
You're being inconsiderate.
Am I? Do I need to be punished?
Don't!
[Ray screaming]
[suffocating]
[heavy breathing]
I'm so sorry.
[birds chirping]
Ground-line hitch.
Constrictor knot.
Learned it at camp.
Okay, that's not a pellet gun.
Your brother-in-law,
really should have found a better hiding place.
Listen, Anna. If it's the keys to the car you're looking for, they're in my pocket.
No, no, no, no.
No. We are way past that.
I'm really sorry, Anna. You know, none of this was supposed to happen.
But it did.
It did happen.
So now we've got to work with what we've got.
Unfortunately, Ray,
I'm not quite as creative as you are.
Listen, do you think you could loosen these a little?
I can't feel my hands.
[yelps]
Okay, well, look.
If you want the cops to come out here, that's not gonna happen
because the phone, they don't work this far out.
I know that.
[cocks gun]
I'd like you to get in the trunk.
Now.
No, come on.
Don't piss me off, Ray.
Get... in...
the trunk.
-Okay. -Get in the trunk!
-[shot fired] -Fuck! Fuck!
You could've blown my foot off! You could've fucking crippled me!
Get in the trunk.
Okay, look,
please, I'm begging of you, don't do this.
Okay? There's...
I know I'm fucked up, okay? I know I need help,
but please don't make me get in there.
Leave me here. I don't wanna go. I wanna stay.
Just do it.
Just shoot me. Just kill me.
[whimpers]
No.
No. No, don't fire. Don't fire, don't fire.
Fuck!
Are you done?
I don't have time for this.
I need you to get into the trunk.
All right. Want me to go in the trunk?
Get in the trunk, Ray!
Get in the trunk!
In the trunk I go.
See? I'm getting in the trunk.
I'd like you to do it without the narration.
God damn it.
You ready to test your theory about microcosms out?
Wait, wait, wait. What are you gonna do to me?
[suspenseful music]
[breathing heavily]
-[honking] -[siren wailing]
[trunk opens]
Welcome back.
[breathes heavy, moaning]
Shit.
Are we at the police station or...
No, we're at the top of my office parking lot. I hope that that's okay.
It's just I've a lot of work to get done.
A person in my position normally can't disappear for an entire weekend
without repercussions, so.
I'm sorry. What?
Ray.
You can drop the act.
It's been 48 hours. The weekend's over, the scenario's done.
I called the police on my way over.
You really were not kidding about them being concerned, were you?
Does that usually happen?
What am I thinking?
You must be dehydrated.
I know I certainly was when you had me back there.
And before you even ask, I called the bank.
They're in the process of transferring the other 2500
from my account over to yours.
Of course, I didn't really factor in for incidentals,
and damages, and medical expenses that were incurred during our run.
Do you have a ballpark for that, maybe?
You know what? Just think about it.
Whatever you think is fair, let me know.
Fax it over, and we'll...
We'll settle it. Ray.
I am really impressed with how in-depth your service went.
I mean, the second location, those crazy stories,
the role reversal in the end with the rifle. I mean,
that must've taken tremendous planning,
not to mention the appropriate foresight to gauge all the variables.
I'm sorry if I went too far. It's just I get very into the role play.
I like to imagine...
...what it would feel like if I were really in that situation,
and just...
[plane flying over]
Can I talk to you about the slapping?
Honestly, I would've like a little bit more of it.
I kept trying to goad you and goad you, but you really wouldn't take the bait.
But that... The choke at the end,
was that improvised?
That was a... That was amazing.
Yeah. Thanks.
I really think that your concept could have legs
with the right strategy behind it.
-Yeah? -Absolutely.
I'm a consultant, this is what I do for a living.
I gotta get going. Gotta get going.
Think about it. Think it over. You don't have to let me know right now.
See you around, Ray.
[car honking]
[playful music]
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