(dramatic music)
(siren blaring)
(brakes squeaking)
(operatic music and singing)
(computer pinging)
(keys striking)
(soft dramatic music)
- Jennifer, you almost ready?
(soft dramatic music)
You all right?
I was just calling you.
- Yeah, I was just thinking about that time
we bought the house.
(soft dramatic music)
- Well, Jenny, what do you think?
Do we want it?
- We can't, right?
You do realize how long it'll take us
to pay for this place?
- Well, not as long as you think.
We hit two million downloads yesterday.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Really?
Then yes, I love it.
- Then we're getting it.
- You know we're gonna be late.
- How are we gonna be late?
We live here.
- How's the roast coming?
- It's fine.
- I hate this stupid thing.
Every fucking year, I mean seriously,
what would happen if we just canceled it?
- Can you just relax?
I'll be down in a minute.
(soft dramatic music)
- Every time we run the simulation the server goes down.
- So we upgrade the server.
- We're only at 5,000 users, and we're crashing?
We're gonna miss the deadline.
We're gonna have to find a new financier.
- No we're not.
- How?
- I'm gonna push the computations back to the client device.
- What about the data?
- It's a couple bytes.
It could replace the pink.
- What about the processing delay?
- (scoffs) I'll time-stamp it.
(soft dramatic music)
- Well?
(inhaling and exhaling)
- You look nice.
- That's it?
- I'm sure Tim'll like it.
- What did you say?
- I didn't say anything.
- What's wrong with you?
Huh?
10 years ago, this was a party.
Now it's a fucking drag every year.
- Do we really have to do this right now?
- No, we don't have to do any of this.
- Fine.
- You're unbelievable.
(soft dramatic music)
- Okay, let's see.
All right.
(soft dramatic music)
(cellphone ringing)
- Hello.
- Carter?
- This is Carter.
- Are you at the office?
- No, I'm at home, you can schedule
an appointment with my secretary for tomorrow.
Who is this?
- All right, Mary, it's show time.
Come on, it's time for some payback.
(traffic passing)
- Okay (speaks foreign language).
Ah.
Good day.
Tim, the Japanese are leasing the platform.
They're in for $3 million in the first year,
and then the next year they're gonna
double their licenses on the--
- Hey.
(soft dramatic music)
Well that's great news.
- Yeah, it is.
- Of course, the Japanese aren't gonna need
rights for merchandising specified.
- Yeah, I know, I already took care of everything.
It's signed, and just waiting for you to countersign.
- All right, well.
We should celebrate.
- No, we're good, we're going home now.
- Was that the door?
- I got it.
Hey, guys, come on in.
- Hey, buddy. - Hey.
- Hey you.
- Kristine, you look gorgeous.
- Thank you.
You're being nice.
- No hello for me?
- I see you enough.
- Well it's nice to see you too.
- Shall we?
(soft dramatic music)
- A bunch of fucking animals.
I don't know what you see in these people.
- Say no more.
- How come you weren't invited.
- It's really kinda just for the partners every year.
- Hmm, weren't you there from the beginning?
- Josh just texted.
He's going to be late.
- Hmm, and you were worried we'd be late.
- Well, Josh doesn't count, Sweetheart.
- You know why they hired you, Mary?
Because of what's between your legs.
You didn't get a promotion.
Who's in there right now?
And you're not, tell me I'm wrong.
(cork squeaking)
- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
(soft dramatic music)
- God I miss coke.
- I have a great Merlot if you want.
Come on, Honey.
- Cheers.
- [Broadcaster] Skill set's too good,
but to manage everything early as much as Jim Chaney
wants to do, he puts it on the senior
that's been there and done it before.
- [Broadcaster] And a carry for Nick Chubb to start,
off to a pretty good start.
- You know, I was talking to that Japanese firm again.
And they're looking for another title.
- Well we have that new racing game in development.
Might be able to push up the release date till, July?
- Nope, they're looking for a fully interactive,
first-person shooter.
- On a fucking cellphone?
You know how many times that's been tried?
That never works.
- They're willing to throw $2 million at R&D.
- That's, that's not gonna happen.
- You know, I thought you might say that,
so I had our lab run the numbers.
And it absolutely can be done.
Two decades ago, we were running
first-person shooters on 56K modems.
- You know what's gonna happen?
We're gonna flush away $2 million in R&D,
and tie up our labs with zero profit margin,
only to have users complaining that they're getting lag
because they're using an old three G connection
while they're getting raped by some jackass
with a four G or a wi-fi connection.
We're gonna get a bunch of shitty reviews,
lose a ton of money, and then they're gonna turn
around and fucking sue us, again.
There's two more years in court,
defending ourselves against some bullshit charge.
- We limit connections by speed testing.
- It's not gonna work.
They're gonna lose 80% of their potential clients.
- Carter, we cut the margins.
Okay, we take out the bottom 30 and improvise from there.
- It's not gonna work, no thanks.
- [Broadcaster] That's a loss of nearly five.
- [Broadcaster] And this time, this is all
about beating the block here.
Of the right guard, Isiah Wynn played right tackle
last year, he's just a little late.
- Six years ago, you were full of solutions.
Now you're full of problems.
- [Broadcaster] Lambert, bullets one over the middle.
- Cheers.
- [Broadcaster] Isiah McKenzie picks up
the first down on third and long.
(soft music)
(wine pouring)
(soft dramatic music)
- What can I help you with?
- Let's see.
You can start shredding the lettuce.
- You actually work at the company.
Tell me, do you have any idea what they're talking about?
- Sadly, I do.
Carter and I go way back.
Actually, we all went to high school together.
Carter and I were high school sweethearts.
Tim was his best friend.
They were old-school gamers, original Mario Brothers,
Prince of Persia, Donkey Kong.
- Half the time, I have no idea what Tim is talking about.
But whatever it is, he just won't shut up about it.
- Well I think Tim's a good catch for you.
- Well, I've been in a lotta shitty relationships.
Yeah.
Tim has been really great.
- What's it been, four years now?
- Yep.
What are you getting at?
- Are you sleeping with my husband?
- Carter?
- Yeah, my husband.
(soft dramatic music)
Look, I'm not gonna be mad, I,
I just wanna know.
I feel I deserve that.
- No.
(soft dramatic music)
- You're gonna lie to me, right to my face?
- It's not what you think.
- Oh, Honey, don't bother.
♪ Falling apart without your love ♪
♪ Fall
♪ Falling apart without your love ♪
♪ Fall, fall
♪ If this was a love song
♪ Would you take me home with you ♪
♪ If this was a love song
♪ Would you treat me like your own ♪
♪ I'm falling apart
♪ Without your love
♪ I'm falling apart
♪ Without your affection
♪ So baby please
♪ Turn and run
(soft music)
(sighing)
(soft music)
- Carter, are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- I'm sorry.
- It's not your fault.
- What the fuck?
- I shouldn't have done this.
- Yeah, my husband is your best friend.
- You mean the man who's in love with my wife.
♪ If this was a love song
♪ Would you treat me like your own ♪
♪ I'm falling apart
♪ Without your affection
♪ So baby, please, turn and run ♪
- [Broadcaster] And the six-five Lambert scans the field.
- So by the time we get to the 14th hole,
he's clearly having the worst day of his life.
Slices a drive right into the water and gets so pissed
he just takes his bag of clubs,
tosses it right into the hazard.
- Oh, what a baby.
- Yeah, just drives off, and then we keep playing
the rest of the hole, he shows back up,
goes out to the water hazard, dives in.
(knocking on door)
Must be Josh.
About time.
(soft dramatic music)
- Hey, how's it going?
- Hi, can I help you?
- Yeah, are you Carter Green?
- Why, am I being served?
- No, why, got a guilty conscience?
- Hey, what's up?
- I'm just delivering a package.
If you don't mind signing here for me.
- What is this?
- A bottle of wine.
- [Carter] Thank you.
- [Tim] Hey, hold on there, Chief.
- Thanks.
- Any idea who this is from?
- No, I don't, I just deliver the packages.
- Okay.
- All right.
- Have a good night. - Goodnight.
(door creaking)
(soft music)
- Is this you?
- No, you're not worth that much.
- Josh maybe.
- Maybe one of your fuck buddies.
(soft dramatic music)
- Who delivers at this hour?
- Honestly, I thought it was you.
- Maybe it was Josh.
I don't know if I trust him.
(soft dramatic music)
- Who was that?
- Someone gave us a bottle of wine.
- Really, this late?
- Yeah, I don't know.
It's a Cab, creamy cherry and black coffee
with a velvety finish.
- Well it's gotta have alcohol in it,
so let's open it up.
(soft music)
- Probably getting close to dinnertime, yeah?
- I don't know, you'll have to ask Jennifer.
- How many cameras do you have?
- 28, 15 different rooms.
(soft dramatic music)
- Wanna get a seat?
(soft dramatic music)
How is dinner?
- It'll be ready before Josh gets here.
You know, Kristine and I were just talking about you.
- It was all good things.
- Oh.
Yeah, he's a good man.
- Uh, wonder what's keeping Josh.
- Puberty.
(soft music)
Well, Jen, table looks beautiful, house looks great
and dinner smells delicious.
- Fucking shut up.
(soft dramatic music)
(cellphone ringing)
- Hold on.
Yeah.
- Tim?
- Yeah?
- Are you at the office?
- No, I'm having dinner with some friends.
If you want the office, you call the office line.
This is my personal cellphone.
Well then fuck you too.
- What was that?
- Somebody calling to see if I'm working tonight.
And then they hung up on me.
Anyway, what I miss?
- Nothing.
- [Tim] Good.
(soft music)
- Who are they?
- Seriously, leave it alone.
Really.
(cellphone buzzing)
Is that a, I fucking told you, no phones!
- I can explain.
- Give me that goddam thing.
- I didn't think it would be that big of a deal.
(phone crunching)
Are you kidding me?
If I don't stay in contact with my cousin,
then she's gonna contact missing persons.
- What did I say to you?
What did I say to you?
Do you have anything else on you?
- No.
- No fucking cellphone.
No phone.
- Well I hope Josh shows up soon.
I don't have all night.
- Do you think Josh is coming alone?
- Josh always comes alone.
- Why?
- No, for a while, we actually thought that Josh was gay.
- What changed that?
- I walked in on him in his office,
doggy style with a stripper.
- I'm still trying to forget it.
(knocking on door)
- Well get it outta your system because that's probably him.
(soft music)
Speak of the devil.
Hey, Josh, we been waiting for you, come on in.
- Sorry I'm late.
I hope you don't mind, I brought a guest.
- Madison.
- I don't mind at all, hi, Carter Green.
Come on in, guys.
- Sorry, I shoulda introduced you.
Is everybody here?
- Yeah, we're waiting on you.
Hi, welcome.
- Thank you.
- Sure.
(door creaking)
Watch your step in those heels.
- Josh, hey.
- Hey, Jen, how are you?
- How are you, good, good.
Well, she's young.
- Nice to meet you too, Madison.
- Jennifer, I'm sorry.
- No worries.
- Hi, I'm Tim, what's your name?
- What do you want it to be this time?
(chuckling)
- Hey, Josh, good of you to come.
You guys wanna get started with dinner?
- Please.
(soft music)
- Let me grab you a chair.
- Thanks for having us, everyone.
- Of course, Josh.
(soft piano music)
- Thank you.
- Thank you, sir. - Welcome.
- Okay, so we are drinking.
- If I may.
First of all, thanks for coming, everybody.
Everybody looks fantastic, the food smells great.
Um, it's been a rough year.
But we are growing quickly, and
seven years ago, we had one title to our name.
And this year alone, we're gonna have six.
- [Tim] Here here.
- I think that calls for celebration.
Cheers, everyone.
- I agree, Carter.
(glasses clinking)
Wise man.
- Well, guys, I might have some good news.
As you know, I have been in talks
with a rep for Android.
- Did you sign him?
- Let him finish, Tim.
- I've had three meetings.
The last meeting was with the vice
president of acquisitions.
(timer beeping)
- Oh, excuse me, I have to get the roast out of the oven.
- Would you like some help?
- Oh, no thank you, I'm fine.
- Timing, sorry, Josh, go ahead.
- Well, a deal with Android would generate
30 to $40 million in revenue, first year.
- Everyone's in talks with Android, Josh.
- I got a cousin in talks with Android,
and he's a freshman.
- Dinner is ready.
(soft dramatic music)
- Shit.
(upbeat music)
- Why this place?
- So they could park the FBI surveillance van
out front, that's why.
Get rid of that cellphone.
Thank you.
- So what do you got for me?
(upbeat music)
- Now show me what you got.
Am I gonna be happy?
Yeah, we're a little happy.
(upbeat music)
- Garret, this is groundbreaking.
Google and Apple.
- I know, I know, and you're gonna beat them all to it.
You're gonna make millions.
- If it's true.
- You don't trust me?
- You just sold me a piece of paper for $100,000.
No, I don't trust you.
- Yeah, and I'm also the guy that's taking all the risk
and could sit in a jail cell for the rest of my life.
You better trust me.
- Well let's hope you didn't leave a paper trail.
- This isn't a fucking joke.
- I know.
Just, don't do anything stupid.
Pleasure doing business with you.
- All right.
(upbeat music)
(soft dramatic music)
- I'll go ahead and get these outta your way.
- Thank you, Jen.
So, Josh, we were all a little bit taken aback
when you brought somebody.
You never mentioned her.
- Well I don't like talking about my personal life.
- Your personal life, one to two hours?
- Does anyone want some coffee?
- What are you trying to say, Tim?
- I think we know what I'm getting at.
A high-end call girl is still a call girl.
- Hey, are you kidding?
- Timothy.
- You're an asshole.
- Hey, where you going, Sweetheart?
You got 15 minutes left on the hour.
- You shut the fuck up!
You're in no position to be pushing me around.
Carter, I didn't come here for this shit.
- All right, listen, Josh, I'm sorry.
He's been drinking.
- All right?
Whew.
(soft dramatic music)
Here we go.
- You gonna apologize for me?
- Somebody should.
- Let's just do this another time.
- You've been here three years,
and now you're gonna quit?
I've sat through this fucking charade
for the last 10 years.
So sit the fuck down!
- Jesus Christ, Tim.
(cellphone ringing)
- Josh, I'm sorry.
- No, this isn't what I signed up for.
- Everybody just relax.
(cellphones ringing)
- Will somebody answer the fucking phone?
- Hello.
- Put me on speakerphone.
- I understand.
(soft dramatic music)
- What now, Josh?
- Just listen.
- There's a bomb in the house.
Don't attempt to leave the house, don't call the cops.
(dramatic music)
- What do you want, money?
- We're just here for the money.
- You are, not me.
I want justice, I'm not a thief.
- We made a deal, nobody was to get hurt.
- Okay, Mary.
Because you're a saint, right.
(soft dramatic music)
- Look, I'm on your side.
- No, no, you're not.
You're not on my side, you're on their side.
(dramatic music)
You have no idea how long I sat in a cell
thinking about this.
- It's probably a hoax.
- Planning every little thing.
(traffic passing)
- Carter, oh my God, man, thank God.
- This is a little unexpected, Garret.
We had rules about this.
- Rules, man, I've been indicted.
- And?
- Cut the shit, man.
Are you playing a game with me?
- No, I don't know what you're talking about.
- We gotta get a case together.
I need you to help me.
- Help with what?
- You know what.
- I haven't seen you in what, two years?
- Two years, it's been six months, man.
- That wasn't me.
- Cut the shit.
I could go to jail for 20 fucking years.
- Unless you cut a deal, right?
What, have you got a wire on you?
You got the cops out there?
- A deal, would you cut a fucking deal?
I got a family, you son of a bitch.
- Hey, I'm calling the police.
- Did you cut a fucking deal,
with Tim and that other son of a bitch?
- I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about.
- This isn't over.
(soft dramatic music)
- So, you know what, Mary, who the fuck are you?
- I said I was on your side.
- Yeah, okay.
You're on my side.
- I just wanna make sure we're on the same page.
- Well, we are.
We are.
- What the fuck is going on?
No, what is wrong with you people?
- Guys, I said it's a hoax.
- Look, everybody fucking relax.
- Why? There's a fucking bomb.
- Yeah, maybe, so until we know for sure,
don't do anything stupid.
- Who would do something like this?
- The fucking Japanese.
- The Japanese, just,
why are we even talking about this?
- Why, what do you wanna do, Tim?
No grand fucking scheme today?
- Carter, Tim.
- Jesus, seriously?
- I got a grand scheme.
I'll walk right out that fucking door.
- Nobody's going anywhere.
- Well I'm not just gonna stand here.
- That's exactly what you're gonna do, tough guy.
Listen, this is a scare tactic.
Okay, watch, they're gonna call back
in a few minutes with demands.
- Well what do they want?
- Bitch, nobody knows!
- Whatever it is, they're talking, that's good.
All we have to do is play their game.
Nobody's gonna get hurt.
- The door is right fucking there!
We can all just run out before he detonates this bomb.
(soft dramatic music)
- What are you doing?
- I'm not gonna hurt anybody.
I'm not gonna hurt anybody.
(soft dramatic music)
- Then why do you have a gun?
- Insurance.
People listen to a man with a gun.
(dramatic music)
(cellphone ringing)
- What do you want?
- I want the Bernard Thompson file.
(dramatic music)
- What is that?
- Who is Bernard Thompson?
- I have no clue.
- They're hiding something.
- I don't know what this jackass is talking about.
- Bernard Thompson.
- Josh, we don't care what it is, we just need the file.
- I don't have the file, Tim has it.
(soft dramatic music)
- Hi, I'm here to see Carter Green and Timothy Frank.
- You're Joshua Martin, right,
the new applicant for the VP of sales?
- Yeah, that's me.
- Yeah, you do realize that you're an hour early, right?
- Yeah, I just wanted to get in.
- Honestly, Carter's not even in yet,
and Tim won't be ready for you for about an hour.
- Yeah.
- Would you like me to get you some coffee?
- Is it any good?
- Not really.
(phone ringing)
Excuse me.
Hello.
Okay.
Josh, that was Tim actually, he's ready for you now.
- Oh, thanks.
- Yeah, mm-hmm.
- Oh.
- Mm-mm.
(soft dramatic music)
Yeah.
- Come in.
Yeah.
Is that your resume?
- [Josh] Yes, sir.
- All right.
- [Josh] May I?
- Please, take a seat.
(soft dramatic music)
So what makes you wanna work here, Mr. Martin?
- You tripled your revenues seven of the last eight years
since you opened up shop.
Your first title was groundbreaking, I don't think anyone
knew how to do what you did until it was reverse-engineered.
- Well you have quite the resume.
What can you bring to the table?
- I'm an expert in social media and branding.
I've developed sales packages for several
large companies, including Android.
- And how do I know I can trust you?
- I want a piece of what you're doing.
You give me a chance to jump aboard,
I'll go down with the ship.
(soft dramatic music)
- Listen, just give him the file, it's over.
- Josh, I don't know what you're talking about.
Whatever they want, just give it to them.
- Fine.
I gave you a chance.
Bernard Thompson is a fake identity that Tim created.
Bank account numbers, driver's license,
Social Security numbers, you name it.
And he's been using it the last three years
to embezzle money from your company.
You think you had a bad year?
Tim didn't.
- [Kristine] Timothy, stop!
- [Tim] You're a fucking liar!
- You're gonna die with that file, Tim.
- I don't have that file, and I don't know
who the fuck Bernard Thompson is.
- We don't have time for this shit, guys.
You hear the, fuck.
(cellphone ringing)
What?
- [Gerrit] Do you have the Bernard Thompson file?
You have 60 seconds.
- Somebody answer him.
- Give him the file.
- Come on, do it.
- I don't have the fucking file!
How many times do I have to tell you people?
- Josh, please.
Please.
- I'm sorry, Jen, I don't have it.
(dramatic music)
- [Mary] You promised.
- Here we go.
- Josh, give me your wallet.
- Give him your fucking wallet.
- Now.
- Fine.
(dramatic music)
- [Tim] Bernard Thompson.
- How did you?
I didn't do that.
- Josh, you're going to kill us all.
Give them what they want.
- I don't have what they want.
If I did, I wouldn't be here!
- [Jennifer] Josh.
- Whatever the fuck it is, give it to him.
- Listen, this is Josh Martin.
I don't have the file, I'm a fucking patsy.
Tim has the file.
You gotta believe me, Tim has the file.
- [Gerrit] One.
(gun firing)
- You killed Josh, Josh wasn't one of them.
- [Garret] Sit down.
- And then Tim came back and made me drive those
fucking papers all the way to LA just to hand-deliver them.
- Jesus, I woulda just quit.
- No you wouldn't.
You've been here for three years, and you hate this job.
- Yeah.
(soft piano music)
What would you do if you could get out?
- Probably go find another shitty job.
- What if you had money?
- Well then I'd travel.
What about you?
- I'd get outta here.
- Josh. - Stay back.
- Stay back, stay back.
(cellphone ringing)
Hello.
- [Garret] Close the door.
Now.
- Josh.
Josh.
Josh!
Carter, hurry.
- Madison, put the goddam phone away.
- He's been shot.
And if you call the police, we're all dead.
- Help me get him to his back.
- Holy fuck, he's dead.
- Of course, he's fucking dead.
- Back off, this is real.
(soft dramatic music)
Oh my God, what do we do now?
(cellphone ringing)
- Yeah?
- [Garret] Move the body.
- What?
- [Garret] Now.
- Why?
We gotta move the body.
Help me move him.
- Where?
- To the garage.
- I'm gonna be sick.
(soft dramatic music)
- I don't know what's happening,
but I know that you know something.
- You don't know shit.
- How'd you know about the ID?
(sighing)
- Not your department.
(soft dramatic music)
- So what are we doing here, Tim?
- Have you ever heard of Bernard Thompson?
- I think it's one of the key investors
in one of our accounts.
- Not quite.
This is Bernard Thompson, he's a paper identity.
- Tim, what are you doing?
- I had the opportunity to make a lotta money.
(soft dramatic music)
- Why are you telling me this?
- Things have happened,
things that wouldn't look good if they came to light.
You were going to become aware.
So, I'm offering you the opportunity
to make a little money of your own.
- You set me up!
- Correct.
You could go to the police, but every transaction
was processed through Bernard Thompson,
using an IP address that traces directly to your computer.
I will lose my revenue stream,
but you will go to jail.
(dramatic music)
- What do you want from me?
- I want you to shut up and take 50%
of whatever we take from here on out.
- How much does it bring in?
- 5.8 million last year.
(soft dramatic music)
(exhaling)
(soft dramatic music)
- You girls all right?
- I'm scared.
- [Tim] It's gonna be okay, we'll figure it out.
- Where's Madison?
- I thought she was with you.
Madison!
(soft dramatic music)
(toilet flushing)
(soft dramatic music)
Madison?
- Jesus Christ.
- Madison, open the door.
(phone beeping)
- [Operator] 911, what's your emergency?
- Carter, they're gonna kill us, Carter.
(muffled crying)
- [Operator] What's your emergency?
- Uh, I'm sorry, I,
I thought someone was breaking into my house.
It turns out it was just a cat.
- [Operator] Is anyone hurt?
- No, it was just a cat.
- [Operator] Can you give me your address?
- I'm fine.
- [Operator] I understand, sir, but we're required
to respond to all emergency calls.
- It was just a cat.
- [Operator] I understand, an officer has been
dispatched to your address, 24 Wood Road, is this correct?
(soft dramatic music)
Is that correct?
- Yes.
(cellphone ringing)
Oh, goddammit.
What?
- One of you called the cops.
You leave me no choice.
- I don't think so.
- [Carter] Kristine.
- Keep it together, babe.
- Look, what do you want?
If you were gonna kill us all,
then you wouldn't have called.
- Please, you can't expect this to go over smoothly.
You killed Josh, there's a fucking bomb in the house.
Please, if you could just give us a little bit more time.
- Here's the deal.
One of you die, or all of you die, I don't really care.
- No. - You decide.
(dramatic music)
- You can't do that.
It was Madison, and she's not even one of us!
- Well then the choice should be fucking simple.
- Jesus.
So what are we gonna do?
- We're not killing anyone.
- Then what do you propose?
It's either her or the rest of us.
- You stay the fuck away from me.
- I'm sorry, but she made the phone call
and she broke the rules.
(cellphone ringing)
- Now what?
- The officer's pulling up to the house.
If he enters the house, I detonate the bomb.
If you try to leave the house, I detonate the bomb.
(soft dramatic music)
(knocking on door)
- Shit.
Uh,
look, everyone, come with me.
- [Officer] Police, open the door.
- Everybody sit.
Hurry, hurry.
(soft dramatic music)
Do not let her move.
- Okay, sit, go sit.
Sit down.
- There's still blood on the steps.
- I got this, go sit down.
(dramatic music)
Hi, Officer, how could I help you?
- Someone at this residence called 911.
- Yeah, that was me.
I thought somebody was breaking into our garage.
Turns out, it was just a cat.
- A cat, huh?
I'd like to see that garage.
- You know, I feel so bad already.
Having you have to come all the way out here.
- It's my job.
Let's check out that garage.
- Well you know, it's just the dog can get a little crazy.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- You don't seem all right.
- You know, it's the wife's family.
It's always a fucking disaster.
Know what I mean?
- Yeah.
How many people you have over?
- Sister-in-law just left.
- Okay, I guess she did.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Sorry to bother you, Mr. Green.
- I'm sorry to bother you, Officer.
Have a good night.
- Thanks.
- Yeah.
Goddammit.
- That was close.
- I'm standing in two pools of blood making up shit.
What do you want?
(soft dramatic music)
(cellphone ringing)
- You've got 10 minutes.
One of you go, or all of you go.
- You know, you don't wanna kill anyone.
You just want the Bernard file.
Jesus Christ.
(soft dramatic music)
10 minutes?
- This is crazy, it's just another scare tactic.
- Is it really?
- What if we can get him the file?
- You have the file?
- No, I don't have the fucking file.
- Then what are you proposing?
- We hack into Josh's office computer and scan it
for any traces of Bernard Thompson.
- Carter, he wants a body, not a file.
- Even if we give him a fucking body, we're right back
at Square One, you remember Square One?
He's still got a bomb, and he's still gonna
want the fucking file.
We skip to the end.
(dramatic music)
- You know, you are a way better partner
when you're unconscious.
Huh, you wanna see this?
Come here.
I want you to sit up here and watch this shit.
(dramatic music)
(keys striking)
(dramatic music)
- [Tim] We have five minutes.
- We're through the office firewall.
Shit.
- [Tim] What?
- There's a secondary firewall.
It was probably added post-installation.
(computer beeping)
(dramatic music)
- [Kristine] Where's Jennifer?
- [Carter] Jennifer?
Where were you?
- In the bathroom, is that okay?
- Look, nobody else leaves, okay.
Even if you have to take a piss, do it on the floor.
(dramatic music)
We're in.
- Three minutes left.
- We don't have a fucking option, Tim,
we're not killing her.
- Carter, it's one of us or all of us.
- Hold on.
- What?
- Okay, yeah.
I'm definitely not the first person to hack
into this machine.
This thing has been accessed remotely almost regularly.
Look at this, these are all bank transfers.
- Do you have any account numbers?
- No, nothing like that.
It's using a 256-bit encription on the account information.
It'd take three years to decipher this.
It's an address in Switzerland,
it's probably a Swiss bank.
Josh had no idea this thing was being accessed.
- Carter, do you have anything?
- [Carter] No.
- Well thanks, Assange, you just lost us five minutes.
(soft dramatic music)
We should start thinking of other options.
- We are not killing her.
- She's a prostitute, Carter.
- She's the whole reason we're in this fucking mess.
- She didn't plant a bomb, she made a phone call.
- Fuck you, fuck all of you.
You wanna know who to trust?
Tim's a client.
- She's fucking lying.
- Shut up, Tim.
- He called me Jen the whole time.
- Oh my God.
What the fuck?
- You piece of shit.
- We have one minute.
- Do we take a vote?
- No, we are not going there.
I will call the police back before we have to kill her.
- Why couldn't you have tipped the fucking cop
off at the door?
- Oh, I'm sorry, I just wasn't ready to kill someone yet.
- Don't act like a goddam hero.
I know you fucked my wife.
(soft dramatic music)
- Yeah.
Yeah, I fucked your wife.
How does it feel?
You guys have been fucking each other for what, 13 years?
- Carter, I never slept with Jen.
- Bullshit.
(soft dramatic music)
- We are running out of time.
We're all gonna die, people.
(engine idling)
(soft dramatic music)
- Thanks for meeting me.
- (sighs) Why should I trust you?
- Because you want payback, Josh.
So do I.
That's my wife.
That's my kid.
The same week I went to jail, my wife killed herself.
I haven't seen my kid since.
In the system.
(soft dramatic music)
- What's the payout?
- 2.5 million, each.
- You know, if Tim gets wind of this,
you're going to jail?
And I'm gonna be your fucking cellmate.
- I'm not going back to jail.
(soft dramatic music)
(sighing)
- Okay.
But, there needs to be rules.
First rule, nobody gets hurt.
- Agreed, second rule,
I need to know everything.
How do they do this?
Where they do this, everything.
(soft dramatic music)
- It's the same thing every year.
Everything you need to know is right there.
- Hmm.
- Say this all goes as planned,
how do I know I can trust you?
- You know somebody you can trust?
- Yeah.
(soft dramatic music)
- Josh.
Bring the fucking secretary.
(dramatic music)
(soft moaning)
What did he see in you?
Respect.
(dramatic music)
That's probably all it really took.
Oh, okay, Tim.
- I say we run for it.
- Yeah, I say we run.
(dramatic music)
(cellphone ringing)
- [Garret] Are you going to run?
(dramatic music)
If you're not gonna run, sit the hell down.
(dramatic music)
Tim, you're a lotta fucking talk, buddy.
So if no one's running and no one's calling the police,
I assume you have chosen who will die.
- If you kill us, you'll never get the Thompson file.
I can get it.
- It's not on Josh's computer, but
I'll give you three minutes.
Three minutes.
(grunting)
Oh, look who's decided to join us.
(muffled speaking)
You can shut the fuck up, and I can take that gag off,
or I could shoot you in the fucking face.
(dramatic music)
Okay.
I figured you'd like that better.
(muffled speaking)
Mary, you can shut up, or you can join Josh.
The choice is yours.
(dramatic music)
It's gonna be okay, I promise.
(dramatic music)
- Why did you kill Josh?
- Josh had a job to do.
(dramatic music)
- Where's the damn file?
- Again, why are you asking me?
- Because you killed Josh to protect it.
- Josh ran out the fucking door, Josh had the file.
- No, Josh was a Boy Scout.
If Josh had the file, he woulda given it up.
He ran because he knew that you wouldn't!
- You need to get the fuck outta my face!
- Guys, we have two minutes.
- [Tim] Oh, you running?
(dramatic music)
- Where is it?
Jennifer.
(soft dramatic music)
- Oh.
- We were the 1992 Little League MVPs.
We got this.
(soft dramatic music)
I'm ready.
- Well let's go live.
- Okay.
- Posting to Twitter.
- And we are.
- Live.
(dramatic music)
- You better stop it.
Stop it!
- What are you gonna do?
- You gonna give up the file?
- It's a fucking hoax.
- That killed Josh.
- Baby.
Have you seen a bomb?
He's bluffing.
- Last chance.
- They are going to kill him.
- You are not gonna ruin this for me.
Come on now.
- You know what I say?
I say we call the cops.
- Are you fucking kidding me?
- Bitch, learn when to shut your fucking mouth!
We have a madman with a gun.
Not a bomb, a gun.
- Tim, I have given you every chance to come clean.
So whatever it is, spill it and do it now.
God knows we're letting enough slide tonight.
- I'm done with you, I'm calling the cops.
Jesus Christ, what the fuck?
- Carter!
Put the bat down.
(hard breathing)
(dramatic music)
- Maybe it's time for you to make a choice.
- You still don't get it.
(soft music)
- Why did you choose this place, Tim?
- You remember the first time we came here?
(soft music)
- Tim (chuckles).
I don't think I can do this.
- Are you happy?
(soft dramatic music)
Then why don't you leave him?
- I didn't come here for you to change my mind, I--
- You gotta realize you're living a lie.
I would know, I'm a great liar.
- I just came to say goodbye.
- Jen, I always get what I want.
- Not this time, Tim.
- I know it doesn't make sense right now, okay,
but I promise, what he can give you is
nothing compared to what we could have.
Run away with me.
- Tim, no.
I can't.
- Jen, I love you.
I can't fight it.
And eventually, you'll realize you can't either.
And I'll be waiting.
I'll be waiting.
(soft dramatic music)
- Do it.
Pull the trigger.
Leave him, Jen.
(dramatic music)
(gun firing)
- Oh, you fucking cunt!
You shot me?
- I'm sorry.
(cellphone ringing)
- Ow (screams).
- I told you to kill him.
- Damn it, Tim, don't make me do this.
- Please.
Stop!
He's playing us.
- He gets the file, or he gets a body,
but either way we are walking out of here.
- Just give him the fucking file, you prick.
- Now, Tim!
(groaning)
- Come on.
(dramatic music)
- Fuck!
- Come on, do it.
(Tim screaming)
I will fucking shoot you.
Do it.
- Bernard fucking Thompson!
836,
54,
2780.
Born July 17th, 1982.
Account number 54, 28, 31,
65, 19, 65.
(dramatic music)
Is that what you wanted?
- Thank you, Tim.
(dramatic music)
- Fuck.
(laughing)
- [Garret] The house will be detonated on my mark.
10,
nine.
(panicking)
Eight, seven, six, five, four, three.
- Come on!
- One, boom (laughs).
It's fucking fireworks.
Fucking idiots.
(fireworks bursting)
(soft dramatic music)
(hard breathing)
(soft dramatic music)
- Josh?
(soft dramatic music)
(laughing)
- You guys are good sports, I gotta tell you.
(laughing)
Okay, here we go.
You ready back there, Mary?
(gun firing and brakes squealing)
(soft dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
(upbeat music)
♪ Just don't let them stop you
♪ It's what tells us things not true ♪
♪ It can be cold and uncooked
♪ And I can stand the pain
♪ I can stand the way you've made me feel ♪
♪ It might take some patience
♪ But I can stand alone
♪ I can stand the pain
♪ I can stand the way you've made me feel ♪
♪ I can't stand the way you make me feel ♪
♪ It might take some patience
♪ I can stand alone
♪ I can't stand the pain
♪ I can stand the way you make me feel ♪
♪ It might take some patience
♪ I can stand alone
♪ I will stand alone
♪ Oh
♪ Stand alone
♪ I will stand alone
♪ And I can stand alone