Hostage (2021) Movie Script
[thunder cracking]
[contemplative music]
[fire crackling]
[eerie music]
[gun cocks]
[man hyperventilating]
Go!
[woman gasps]
[contemplative music]
[solemn music]
[engine rumbling]
[solemn music]
[solemn music]
[Ashley sighs]
[Ashley sighs]
[glass breaking]
[suspenseful music]
[door thudding]
[suspenseful music]
[drawers rattling]
[suspenseful music]
[Ashley groaning]
[fists thumping]
[Ashley groaning]
[fire crackling]
[solemn music]
[Thomas] [scoffs] Looks
like the kid made it through.
I win, you lose. Money?
We didn't even dap on it dad.
[Thomas] Ashley.
Fine.
[solemn music]
Okay I'm sorry.
My name's Christian.
[Ashley scoffs]
I was driving around
the neighborhood and I got lost.
So I figured I'd stop by your
house
and ask for directions,
and I noticed your window
was broken, so I thought I'd
just come in-
- Christian, huh?
[sighs] Mark, Mark, Mark,
already in enough trouble
as it is.
Why you gotta go and lie to us?
We don't like robbers.
We don't like rapists.
But if there's something
that we fucking hate
it's liars. [smacking]
[Thomas] Ashley.
[Ashley] Yeah?
[Thomas] Can I ask you a
question?
[Ashley] What's up?
Why are you wearing
sneakers on my nice, clean,
expensive carpet?
For that matter, why are both of
you
wearing your shoes in here?
I mean, you know how
your mother and I feel
- about shoes in the house.
- Sorry dad.
Here, let me help you.
[Mark] Okay I'm sorry, I broke
in.
It's a nice house.
I'm aware that it's a nice
house.
I bought this house.
And the last thing I need is
you breaking into this house
to tell me how nice my house is.
You often go breaking and
entering into people's homes
on Christmas Eve?
Is this some kind of new game
you kids have these days?
I said I'm sorry, and
I thought no one was home
- so I-
- Oh you thought,
'cause there was no one home,
that would make everything okay.
Excuse me one moment.
[solemn music]
Sir, what are you doing?
[Thomas] Don't worry about
it, I've done this before.
Pussy.
There, that should
help with the swelling.
I'm not so sure it's gonna help
with this.
What is this?
Am I bleeding?
I don't know Mark, are you?
I mean, why would you ask
me if you're bleeding.
[Ashley giggles]
I mean, what makes you think
we would know better than you
about what's going on down
there?
It's probably just a scratch.
Probably from when you
were trying to rape me
a few minutes ago.
- I wasn't trying anything.
- Oh here we go again.
I mean, just when we were
starting to get along,
you start up again with the
lies.
All right, my name is Thomas
Craven.
My friends call me Thomas.
- Mr. Crav-
- Uh, uh.
Thomas.
Better.
I was wondering if I
could just explain to you
the situation.
I know, I know how it looks
but I was wondering if
I could just explain-
- Don't listen to his shit, dad.
We aint got time for your
bullshit, Mark
or whatever your fucking name
is.
This motherfucker broke in here
and tried to rape me right
where you're standing, dad.
Aint no explaining it, aint
no fucking rocket science.
Mark, give me a sec,
sweetheart,
wanna sit over there?
Thanks dad.
Now, Mark isn't it?
So, what's the story Morning
Glory?
And how you making out with that
cut?
[Mark] I'm fine, this is
nothing.
Splendid.
[Mark] I just wanted to
let you know Mr. Crave.
Mmm mmm.
Thomas.
I just want to let you know
I've never done this before.
I'm not a thief, I'm not a
criminal.
I've never broken into a house
before.
The truth is, I'm a father,
I lost my job and I have a son
and it's Christmas Eve, and
we're running out of money fast.
I've never been in this
situation before.
I don't even have enough money
to get him a proper meal.
If you just look into my wallet.
Wait, wait, wait, where's his
wallet?
I threw it in his face, it's
there.
[scoffs] This?
Yes.
That's my boy.
Cute kid.
So tell me, why did you
choose this specific house
and not the one on the left
or the one on the right
or behind, or in front of the
house?
Why this house?
I don't know.
It just seemed like a nice
house,
so I figured, nice house
outside, nice things inside.
And like I said, it seemed
like no one was home
and on Christmas Eve that's
pretty
- hard to find.
- [scoffs] He's like a
bizarro Santa, instead of
sneaking in and leaving shit,
he's sneaking in and stealing
shit.
Make for a dope ass movie.
- Honey-
- So you guys gonna
call the cops?
You don't leave us
much choice now do you?
I mean, what would you do
if you were in my position?
I guess.
Gimme a second Mark.
Can you be a sweetheart and go
outside
and make the call?
[Ashley] Sure dad.
[Thomas] Attractive girl, huh?
- No, I didn't-
- No, no, no it's all right,
I don't mind, I mean, I was
your age once too you know.
I guess.
What?
You calling my daughter ugly?
No, I just don't want to
disrespect you.
[Thomas laughing]
You're a funny guy.
You don't want to disrespect me?
Yet you break into my house,
you attempt to rape my daughter
and you don't have the
courtesy to compliment her
on her looks?
I don't call that respect, Mark.
I call that hypocrisy.
- I didn't mean to say it-
- Yeah you didn't, yeah.
I'm starting to feel a little-
- [stuttering] Can I ask you a
question?
[Mark] I guess.
I mean this might be a tad
personal, so.
Sure.
Are you attracted to girls?
By girls? Of course,
what are you trying to-
- No, no, no, [stuttering]
I don't mean to offend
you, it's just you know,
we're gonna be sitting
here for quite some time
waiting for the police to get
here.
And being in this neighborhood,
it could be quite a while
before they show up.
I would expect the opposite
around here.
Protect you rich folks
from us poor people.
Yeah, I'd expect that too.
I'd like that.
But sadly, reality
sometimes falls quite far
from expectations, sad.
Now, we're gonna have some
time to get to know each other
quite well, Mark.
And that's a good thing isn't
it?
What?
You're saying you want to be
arrested?
- It's not that but-
- You break into my house
and now you can't wait to break
out?
I don't know.
I don't know how to say this but
like,
- this whole situation-
- They're on their way.
Said since we have
everything under control
and he's tied up, might
take a little longer
than it usually would.
Some shit going on downtown, I
don't know.
Well you should've told him
that we have some nigger here
trying-
- Dad! I hate when you use that
word.
We're not in the 1940's anymore,
what the fuck is wrong with you?
You hear how she talks to me?
Kids today, they're so
sensitive.
You know, you can't call
a nigger a nigger now.
You gotta say N-word.
Or you could say Black person
like every other
non-racist person post 1965
- but who's counting?
- I'm counting.
I'm surprised you can count.
[sighs] Fuck that shit dad.
You really think he gives a
shit in the state he's in?
What state?
Remember that cut we
were looking at before?
It turns out, it might be a lot
worse
than we originally thought.
What?
What is this? I'm bleeding out
here.
Can you check under my shirt
please?
What is wrong with me?
Can you lift up my shirt
for a second please?
- You fucking did this to me.
- Hey, let me remind you
that you're the one that
broke into my house.
I am not the criminal
here, you are, not us.
Can you look after our
friend for a while Ashley?
I think I can do that.
[suspenseful music]
You know, I read somewhere
worse thing you can do
when you're bleeding a lot
is fall asleep, you might not
wake up.
You know, I have an idea,
we should keep talking,
keep you from falling asleep.
I'm sorry but like, I don't
really
wanna talk right now, so.
All right, suit yourself.
But if you start falling asleep,
I aint gonna wake you up.
Just saying, just trying to
help.
Fine, what do you want to talk
- about?
- Yes, okay!
- I'll start, so-
- No, I'll start.
Why do you care if I pass out or
whatever?
I got caught robbing your house
and I'm supposed to believe
you two are trying to help me
or some shit?
I don't know.
I guess we're just good people
like that.
Not everyone's a fucking
criminal, Mark.
Why you gotta be so negative?
I'm negative? [scoffs]
You're the one that lied
about me trying to rape you
and now I'm supposed to believe
you didn't fuck with my stomach
too?
We didn't fuck with your
stomach, okay?
But who's to say you
didn't try and rape me?
What, am I supposed to take
your fucking word for it?
Were you?
Were you trying to have sex with
me?
I wasn't trying anything, you
know this.
You fucking know this.
[giggles] So you weren't
trying to break into my house.
[Mark] Except for that.
Are you sure Mark?
Are you sure you weren't
trying to fuck me?
What if I were to tell you
that I want you to fuck me?
Would you? Would you fuck me
Mark?
What the fuck is wrong with
you?
Get the fuck off of me.
Chill you fucking pussy.
Just trying to keep your ass
awake, bitch.
[scoffs] You really think
I'd let you have sex with me?
Oh, this is gonna be
the best Christmas ever.
You're fucking crazy,
don't fucking talk to me.
I told you not to do that
Mark.
And there you go passing out
again.
Oh and Mark, if you think this
is crazy
you aint seen nothing yet.
[cheerful festive music]
Oh, I feel so fucking lame
walking around in this dumb
outfit.
I was gonna go home and
change before I met you
but I was supposed to be
home like, four hours ago.
But of course, after the
pep rally we went to Stacy's
for drinks and shit.
Anyways, I forgot my keys at
home
so I guess I'm gonna have to
sneak in
up the window or some shit.
Like I'm dressed for this shit
now.
You would have went home to
change?
You do know you're 30 minutes
late, right?
Well, I can leave if you'd
like.
No, that's not what I'm
saying.
It's just, nevermind, forget it.
Oh, Chris.
It's okay.
Forgiven.
Now what are we eating?
I'm fucking starving,
cheerleading is killing me.
I don't know, what do you want
to eat?
Fuck it, you decide for me.
Surprise me, let's see
how well you know me.
I barely know you.
Come on, you're no fun
sometimes.
You never wanna try anything.
Okay, you know what?
I think I do know what you'd
like.
Excuse me? Miss?
Miss?
What are you calling her miss
for?
She's like, younger than us.
Yes?
Can I get the deluxe
burger and no cheese please.
Pickles on there?
Oh, no thanks, I can't stand
pickles.
All right, and what
will the lady be having?
[Chris] Bring her a Philly
cheese steak.
[Ashley] Oh, interesting
choice.
All right, coming right up.
Anything else you guys
want, just give me a buzz.
Thanks.
Why can't you like,
ever order for yourself?
I mean, it's kinda stressful
to always guess what you want to
eat.
I don't know, I think if
we were right for each other
you should be able to know what
I want
more than I could know what I
want.
I mean, it's a lot of
pressure.
Pressure is good, it
keeps you on your toes.
Chris?
Mhmm?
Where's my Christmas present?
Well it's not Christmas yet.
Well, it's Christmas Eve, so.
Don't worry, I'll get you your
gift.
Well guess what?
You won't have to guess
what I want this time.
I know exactly what I want.
And the best part is,
you won't even have to
spend any money on it.
If we're talking about what
you want,
then what did you want to talk
about
that was like, too sensitive to
talk about
over the phone?
Was it really that big of
a deal for you to meet me?
No, no, no.
Didn't you want to see your
girlfriend
- on Christmas Eve?
- I didn't mean it like that.
[sighs] Okay, if you don't
want
just say you don't want.
No need to make a big
fucking deal out of it.
Sounds pretty serious.
Well, I heard something.
Like what?
Like, something.
Okay well I'm hearing
something all the time.
Literally hearing something
every day.
Specific, Ashley.
Something surprising.
[hand pounding]
What the fuck was that?
That was surprising.
You know, I'm getting
really sick and tired
of your little bitch ass
attitude
I've seen over the past few
weeks.
Hey, look I'm sorry.
What did you hear?
[Ashley sighs]
[cheerful festive music]
Okay.
- So?
- What?
What did you hear?
Oh yeah, nevermind, let's just
eat.
Fuck Ashley, I didn't
come here for a burger,
I have food at home.
Talking about how the food is,
how's that cheese steak?
[giggles] Well, let's see.
[Ashley giggles]
Good.
This tastes like a fucking
orgasm.
That's a weird comparison.
All right, fine.
But this stays between us,
right?
[Chris] Mhmm.
Pinky.
Okay, I'm not pinky swearing
you.
[sighs] I heard...
Mhmm.
That...
Yeah?
You killed someone before.
Is it true?
[eerie music]
[electronic video game music]
Oh shit, hey.
Didn't know if you were
coming back or not.
Why did you let me fall
asleep?
I told you I wasn't gonna wake
you up.
Think I'm a liar, Mark?
Where's your dad? Thought
he went to call 9-1-1.
[scoffs] First you don't want
to talk
and now you don't want to shut
up.
Gotta make up your mind, Mark.
I'm really not feeling
too well right now.
No shit, you're like,
totally bleeding out.
Isn't your dad a doctor?
Think he could check me out?
[laughing] Check you out?
I don't think he rolls that way.
That's not what I meant.
[giggling] No, but seriously.
Him? A doctor?
No, a shrink.
A shrink isn't a real doctor.
But if you have any mommy issues
he might be able to help you
out.
Isn't that the same thing?
Is a robber the same thing as
a rapist?
Not even close.
Same thing.
So your dad's a shrink?
Yes, Mark.
Well that explains a lot.
What is that supposed to mean?
[Thomas] Hey, sorry for the
delay.
Your mom's home.
Family reunion, dining room.
Mark and I are just in the
middle of something here-
- [Thomas] Ashley.
Let's go.
Fine, chill.
But who's gonna watch over
our little birdy here?
[Thomas] Little birdy, stay.
See? Let's go.
[suspenseful music]
Hi Ashley.
Hi mom.
[Grace] What did you do this
time?
What do you mean what I did
this time?
Watch your tone, is
that how I raised you?
[scoffs] I don't know, how
did you fucking raise me?
Can you two calm down please.
We're all in the same boat here
and that boat is sinking fast.
I mean, can we all just
work together as a team?
Just for tonight?
And then when all is said and
done
you two can go back to hating
each other.
But for now, we're in a big mess
here,
- a big fucking mess.
- How is this such a big mess?
The way I see it, it's
all pretty fucking simple.
We just let him go.
He takes off into the night,
fade out, roll credits,
end of story, what's the big
deal?
Am I missing something?
You two aren't actually thinking
of calling the cops are you?
[scoffs] Should I take this
or do you want to do the honors?
Allow me.
Honey, let's put all the
potential options
and outcomes on the table.
A very good idea.
Option number one, we let him
go.
He's seriously wounded
and severely bleeding.
The way I see it, if he
doesn't get to a doctor
in the next few hours,
it's curtains for him.
So we let him go.
Now I don't know about you
but I'm pretty damn sure
that's a stab wound.
What?
Who, between you two geniuses,
decided that it would be
a good idea to stab him?
Well I know I didn't
and from what I've
seen, I'm pretty certain
Ashley didn't either.
So, to answer your question,
I don't fucking know.
[giggles] Don't look at
me, I don't fucking know.
Ha ha oh okay, so he
breaks into the house,
seemingly un-stabbed, you three
bozos
get into a playground scuffle,
then all of sudden he's
just magically stabbed.
That's your story.
Dad, why are we wasting our
time
with Sherlock Holmes here?
We were doing just fine
until she showed up.
Yes, you were doing
just peachy, trust me,
if I knew what you dickheads
were up to
I'd be across the state line by
now.
Can I continue?
I mean, are you two done?
Please proceed.
Okay, so we let him go.
I don't know about you, but how
much trust
do you want to put on a thief?
I mean, all it will take
is for him to just point us out
and then we're fucked.
I don't know, I mean, maybe
we are overthinking this.
I mean really, what is he gonna
do?
Go to the cops and be like,
"Yeah I broke into this house
and this chick beat me up
and here's her address."
It's unlikely, but I
think your father's right
on this one.
We can't take this lightly.
He got into our house, he
knows what we look like.
Well, what you two look like.
You beat him up, tied him up.
All it takes is for him to
tell one of his compadres
then who knows where that could
lead us.
We can't take that chance.
So our only option is
what I think it is then.
I don't want to do that.
I don't want to do that
either.
But I don't know, I mean,
what else can we do?
I'm fine with it, really.
Ashley calm down, did one of
you forget
to lock the doors or something?
How the hell did he get in here?
Broke the window.
Ugh, of course he did.
These fancy houses got so many
windows,
we might as well sleep outside.
[sighs] All right, I'm
gonna go talk to the guy.
Talk to him? Fuh what?
Fuh? What's fuh?
Vietnamese soup? Where are your
R's?
You're too cool to use R's now?
Thomas, listen to your daughter,
talking like a fucking nigger.
She's not getting that
from me, that's for sure.
You two make a great
couple, y'all know that?
And that's the thanks we get.
All right, I'm gonna talk to
him.
Fuck what you two think,
I need to size him up
- for myself.
- You know this motherfucker
tried to rape me, right?
Dad, you told her right?
I told her.
Ashley, listen to me.
We're not just gonna go do
what you think we're gonna do
just because you think we should
do it.
This is not just fucking getting
dressed
in the morning, all right?
This this is a big deal.
Now, we've got a few hours
until the sun comes up.
We need to figure this out,
okay?
Thomas, okay?
Your mother's right.
I mean, we have to take this
seriously.
I mean, we cannot take this
lightly.
All right.
Fine then, talk to him.
See if I fucking care.
Ashley.
You know, it was you who
always wanted a daughter.
I mean, if you're ever gonna act
on it,
I think tonight might be as good
a night
as you'll ever get.
[suspenseful music]
[jazzy festive music]
I knew you'd forget
to introduce yourself
to the neighbors.
I'm gonna go get them
a nice bottle of wine
and make a great first
impression
just like they do in the movies.
Shit, I bet five bucks you
wouldn't.
We both know I'm the responsible
one.
You're joking, right?
Not joking, actually speaking
facts.
[scoffs] Facts, yeah.
Are you sure you have
the right definition?
Have you looked up the meaning?
I did, and it said that I'm
always right
and you're always fucking wrong.
That's what it said anyways.
Yeah, well you're a
funny woman you know that?
That's why I married you.
Your sense of humor.
[lips smacking]
I always thought it was
because of my ass but,
I guess sense of humor makes
it sound more romantic.
[Man] Well you're welcome.
You know what?
Sending the kid to the arcade
tonight
was actually a pretty good idea.
Sending the kid any night
is always a good idea.
Look, I told you, you're
worried for nothing.
It's just the arcade,
it's a good neighborhood.
And we can't keep treating
her like a baby anymore.
She needs to learn to do things
on her own, make friends.
It's essential to the
development of a good teenager.
Let me know when we're
speaking English again.
Ha ha.
Is she back yet?
I don't know, who cares?
[chuckles]
I think you're hard on her.
I know she's not always easy
but it's just, she's a kid.
This is normal kid bullshit.
We were kids once, remember?
Years ago.
First of all, I don't like
this years ago thing at all.
I don't know, I just, I feel
like something's off with her.
Just try and not be
too hard on her, okay?
She needs time to adapt.
Plus, she just moved into
a completely new city,
this is not easy for her.
Grace, she's going to need her
mother.
I swear, something's
wrong with your daughter.
Look, I'm sorry but we both know
this.
And don't try to psychoanalyze
our relationship now.
Fine.
I thought the goal of tonight
was to forget about the kid
and work and everything.
Do we really need to talk
about this right now?
You're right. I'm sorry.
It's okay. I'm happy.
We're celebrating, right?
Yeah.
What are we celebrating?
We're celebrating no phone
lines.
No your mother living upstairs
from us.
And soon, no clothes.
You just can't keep your
hands off me, can you?
When I can I ever?
[lips smacking]
Fuck dinner, I always wanted to
do it
on the mattress on the floor.
Yeah, mattress on the floor is
very fun.
- I hate you.
- Prove it.
[lips smacking]
[pounding on the door]
I'm really not feeling too
well.
Is there still nothing from the
ambulance?
What's taking them so long?
Hi. What's his name again?
What's your name again?
Mark, and I'm in need of an
ambulance.
What sort of fucking
games are we playing here?
What's the matter with you
people?
I don't care if you live in
Timbuktu,
ambulances don't take this long
to arrive.
Oh my god.
Has he been this much
fun this entire time?
[Thomas chuckling]
No wonder you guys
wanted to keep him all for
yourselves.
Oh, I'm all excited. [giggles]
All right Mark, are you even
listening?
[suspenseful music]
[giggling] Let me break
this down into simple terms.
You really picked the wrong
fucking family to rob tonight.
The ambulance.
Their aint no ambulance coming
you fucking idiot.
What do you mean there's
no ambulance coming?
What are you talking about?
You called the cops?
They would've taken me to the
hospital-
- Oh my god.
There's no cops coming,
there's no ambulance coming.
Aint nobody coming Mark.
But you called.
Actually, I pretended to call.
Actually, I didn't call jack
shit.
Yeah, not very smart,
that's what I thought.
You know what? I wanted to bet
on it.
But I didn't.
You know that feeling when
you just know something
but you don't say it?
Like you think, oh, what if I'm
wrong?
I don't want to look stupid.
But then every time you didn't
say it,
ah, maybe not every time
but it feels like every time.
I'll just say it, every time.
You were right, you were fucking
right.
You want to tell your friends,
I knew this was gonna happen
but I just didn't say it.
Yup, I get that all the time.
Like for me, usually it's when
I'm watching a movie, right?
Like, you just know what like,
a character's gonna say next
like everything just lines up
for like,
you're sure of it. [laughing]
Sometimes it's these like,
corny lines or whatever
but sometimes it's actually
things
that are pretty hard to guess.
And you don't say it.
You think, shit, if I say it
at the exact same time as the
character,
everyone in the room is
gonna be so impressed.
But you stop yourself, oh.
And then sure enough, the
character says
the exact line you thought
he or she was gonna say.
[sighs] And then you turn to
your friends
and you're like [gasps] I
knew he was gonna say that
and they go like, [scoffs] yeah,
okay.
Most annoying thing ever, right?
What the fuck are you talking
about?
Huh, what am I talking about?
No ambulances are
coming, no cops are coming.
So what, you guys are
just gonna let me go?
I don't know Mark, I don't
know yet.
Depends on you actually.
But if you don't let me go,
then what?
I'm pretty sure you can draw
your own conclusions Mark.
What is this? Is this some
sort of joke?
[giggles] I wish this was a
joke
but this is serious.
As serious as an HIV test,
that's how serious this is.
That shit is serious.
Let me go you fucking psychos.
Aw Mark, she just wants
to talk to you okay?
I promise I won't let her hurt
you
unless you deserve it, okay?
Don't fucking touch me.
You're fucking crazy. All
of you are fucking crazy.
Let me go, let me go! Let me go!
Stop calling me crazy, Mark.
I don't like people calling me
crazy.
I won't touch you, but just
stop calling me that okay?
I asked you a fucking question,
okay?
Okay.
All right Ashley, we get it.
Stop swinging your dick.
I said I would talk to him so
let's talk.
So you guys are not
gonna let me go are you?
I told you Mark, I don't know
yet.
We can't just let you get back
out there
if you're gonna talk to people
about us.
Talk about what?
I don't even know who you guys
are.
Mmm, I think you know too much
already.
And why would I talk
about the house I broke into
and got my ass kicked by a
little kid?
[Ashley] Who you calling a
kid?
And woke up tied to a
chair on some S&M shit,
why the fuck would I want to
talk to anyone about that?
- That's what I said.
- No one asked you Ashley.
Your role in this story is
to be the pretty girl, okay?
So play the part.
Bitch.
[Mark] Are they always like
this?
Actually, this is a good day.
All right, can we
focus for a minute here?
Happy you two are getting
along so well, that's great.
Look, he's not a bad kid.
He just got mixed up in a bad
situation.
True, except for the whole
raping your daughter and shit.
Great guy.
I wasn't trying to rape you.
When are you gonna get
that in your fucking head?
You guys better let me go this
time.
You better let me go,
you better let me go!
Let me go!
[Grace] So that's how
you want to do this?
Help! Anyone, help!
All right Ashley, shut him up.
- What? Seriously?
- Before I change my mind.
[chuckling] I'm killing
him though, right?
No, no, wait, wait, who said
anything
about killing anyone?
[Grace giggling]
[drawers rattling]
All right, what did you bring?
I promise I'll be quiet, I
swear.
Just please don't hurt me.
Are you sure you'll be quiet?
Like Ashley just went through
- the entire-
- Yes, I promise.
Silence of the lambs, I swear.
Ashley, hold that thought
okay?
But mom.
Ashley.
[suspenseful music]
I think I have an idea.
Oh, do tell.
Would Mark happen to be a
father?
Actually, Mark would
happen to be a father.
He's got a cute little kid.
In fact, that's why he breaks
into houses on Christmas
[chuckles] daddy dearest.
I told you, I've never done
this before.
My back's against the wall.
What would you do if you
couldn't afford
to buy your daughter a meal?
Let her die?
Mmm, shit happens.
Kids die every day.
People die, so what?
Now Grace, that's enough.
Even in this situation, you
can't keep your shit together?
I mean, what did she
ever do that was so bad?
Do we really have to do this
now?
Yes, we really do have to do
this now.
You seem to want to do it now
which means I have to do it now.
I mean, I don't care if we
have the fucking pope over
for dinner, you don't talk
about our daughter that way.
[scoffs] Our daughter. Right.
Perfect little Ashley.
Just, what was that idea you
mentioned
a little while ago?
Mark, what does your son look
like?
Actually, there's a picture
down there.
Hmm, honey would you mind?
I have to do everything around
here.
Why do you want a picture of
my son?
Simple, Mark.
Here's how this will play out.
Listen closely, because
this is your only chance
to get out of this.
I'll try to say it as clearly as
I can.
Oh, wait, by the way
are you a righty or a lefty?
[Mark] Right.
I will untie your right hand.
In your hand, I will place a
pencil.
Under that pencil will be
a small piece of paper.
On that piece of paper, you
will write the following.
Your son's Christian name
followed by his family
name, in that order.
Underneath that, you will write
down
his social security number.
Wait, how old is your kid?
He's six.
Okay, then he has one for
sure.
Just that before 1986, some
parents could sometimes
have kids well above
the age of 14 years old
and not get them their
social security numbers.
But at the end of 1985,
they stopped all that.
Now you can't basically
go above like five,
without registering your kids.
Hmm, the more you know.
Anyway, we will need that
number.
Underneath that number,
we will need the name
of his school, then under that
we'll need his date of birth
and then the city and
hospital in which he was born.
Wait, why should I give
you all this information
about my son?
What keeps me from telling
you both to fuck off
and I aint giving y'all shit?
That's a good question.
Here's an idea.
Supposing he doesn't tell us.
We've got enough to find him.
So we bring them both to the
basement,
we kill the little
bastard in front of him,
we leave the kid to rot
and then we keep him
alive by force feeding him
until there's nothing left but
rot.
And then we kill him.
I just thought about that.
I mean, can we just do that?
No.
Is that enough? It's good for
me.
What are you guys
gonna do with all that?
Simple, Mark.
If we let you go, we need to
know
that you're not gonna go blab
about us.
About us living here, about
you coming to this house.
We need you to forget Mark.
Forget that we exist.
We need to become more
than distant memories,
we need to fade completely
away from your mind.
Because if we ever let you go,
Mark
if you ever leave this
house still breathing,
and you ever so much as dream of
us,
you won't like what happens
next.
Ashley probably will, but you
won't.
[dishes clanging]
[Chris] We can't be
talking about this shit.
Still haven't answered
the question Chris.
I mean, are we a couple? Are we
together?
Yes or no.
Or are you just fucking me?
That doesn't have to
do with any of this.
[scoffs] Keeping secrets from
me, Chris?
What else are you hiding from
me?
What? Are you cheating on me?
You can tell me. I already know.
Seriously, just tell me it's
fine.
I know what you're
trying to do here Ashley.
It's not gonna work this
time. I'm telling you.
I knew it, I fucking knew
you were cheating on me.
Who is it? That little
whore slut Stephanie?
I saw the way that you were
looking at her
at the party last weekend.
Stacy said, "No, he wouldn't do
that."
But I knew you were fucking
- cheating anyways.
- Okay, okay, okay, fine.
You win, okay?
You gave it a good fight,
babe.
[lips smacking]
Now talk to me, lay it on me
papi.
Okay, but I didn't sleep
with anyone else though, okay?
[scoffs] Duh.
What? Do you think I'm stupid?
Or are you stupid?
I'm just messing with you,
geeze.
Come closer, I don't want
to talk about this shit
in the open, okay?
[scoffs] There aint
nobody in this joint.
All right.
Yes, I did.
But just once okay?
Now, can we please change the
topic?
No we can't change
the topic motherfucker.
Please quiet down.
All right, all right,
fine you little pussy.
But you did it, whatever.
Not a big deal.
Not a big deal?
You're clearly not all there
then Ashley.
I'm not the one who
just confessed to murder
in a fucking public place.
Wow.
So, who was it?
- Can we talk in-
- Chris, come on.
This is called communication.
That's what a relationship's
all about, right?
Hold up, who told you about
this?
I've never even talked
about it with anyone.
A good reporter never
reveals her sources.
You aint even a fucking
reporter though.
[scoffs] Whatever, I
aint snitching on the plug.
A little birdy told me, okay.
[Chris] It was Steve wasn't
it?
It was.
Maybe.
I fucking knew it, that piece
of shit.
You know, I never even
really told him about it.
I didn't deny it either, but I
mean.
Mhmm, you know, you look good
but you're not very smart.
What?
So, who was it?
[sighs] My dad.
You killed your fucking dad?
He was scum.
He bit the shit out of me and my
sister.
You know, he didn't even care
about us.
You know, you could beat me all
you want.
I can take that.
But don't touch my fucking
sister.
Fuck.
Yeah, fuck.
So how'd you do it?
I didn't do it on purpose.
But this one time he
was beating on my sister
and I never actually physically
stepped in
but this time, I don't
know what got into me,
maybe I was like, tweaking or
some shit
but I just, I pushed
him as hard as I could.
And my dad, he was a
big motherfucker, okay,
he was like, a big guy.
And I pushed him as hard as I
could
and I punched him and he just
dropped
straight to the ground.
Gone, like just, gone.
And my sister tried to
wake him up and shit
but he was dead.
Shit.
Yeah, shit.
So how'd you get away with it?
It was actually my sister,
she was trying to protect me.
You know, at the time,
I honestly didn't care
if I got arrested or
not, or even got caught.
But my sister, she was upset
yeah,
that my dad was dead,
but she didn't want me
to go to jail either.
So she was like, yeah he's dead
but he was also an alcoholic
and beat us and abused us.
So we dragged his body to the
bathtub,
we sat him in it, ran some warm
water
and framed it as if he
fell and hit his head
in the bathtub.
And it was actually pretty funny
'cause we brought him to the
hospital
a few months before for
the same god damn thing.
- What? No you didn't.
- Yeah, we did.
And then we called the police.
And that shit flew?
Well, I'm sitting here aren't
I?
I want you to kill my mom.
[laughs] What?
What what?
What do you mean what what?
You just asked me to kill your
mom.
You can't what what me.
Can you do it or no?
You're fucking with me aren't
you?
What's so hard about killing
my mom?
You killed your dad, my
mom should be easier.
Fuck you Ashley, that's
not the point here.
What, you think I'm a
fucking hit man or some shit?
No, I'm not killing your mother.
Oh come on, I'd do it myself
but if I did, my dad would
know for sure it was me.
Forget it Ashley, I aint doing
it.
Well, I don't know
what to tell you Chris.
So what are you gonna do then?
Pay someone else to do it.
What do you mean pay someone
else?
You were gonna pay me to do it?
50 bands.
$50,000?
Aw, you thought just
because you're fucking me
I wouldn't compensate you?
Where the fuck did you get
$50,000?
Let's just call it my
trust fund, college money.
I aint going, so who the fuck
cares?
And you have access to that
shit?
I aint just have access.
I have it.
Fuck, you're just
walking around with this?
Who's gonna fuck with me?
Is this real?
Last I checked.
You're insane.
And now you're repeating
yourself.
Chris, really, it's not that
complicated.
You just wait for her outside,
pull up,
shoot, pow.
And dip, wait in your car,
something discrete, I don't
know.
As long as you peel off
and they can't connect it back
to me,
can't connect it back to you.
And I could do it however?
So you're gonna do it?
I mean, speaking
hypothetically.
Well yeah, no.
The less I know the
better, for the both of us.
I don't know if that's
a good plan Ashley.
I mean, I got away with it once.
You think I can get away with it
again?
Chris, we don't need a plan.
Like, besides my dad,
nobody knows I hate her
and there aint no money
coming to me if she dies
so why would the police think
it's me?
And this could go down
whenever?
Well, not next fucking year
but yeah, whenever.
I don't know, I don't care.
Like, one in three murders
goes completely unsolved
in this country, no obvious
connections.
You really think they're
gonna figure it out?
Do you know how dumb the cops
are in this town? [chuckles]
But you know we're
talking about murder, right?
Like, we're talking about your
mom's life.
We're talking my life here.
Like, fuck though, you can't
come on me.
You want me to come on you?
If I had known you were this
crazy-
- What? You would've fucked me
harder?
Forget it, you're not even
taking this shit seriously.
Find someone else.
Chris.
[lips smacking]
So we doing this?
Or are you gonna keep pump
faking?
Double, triple, quadruple
check
everything on there.
If as little as a dot on an
I is missing from something
[speaking foreign language]
Grace is gonna stick your head
up your ass
faster than a rabbit gets
fucked.
Especially considering
I'm going to check
on the little man right now.
You wanna go right now?
I mean, I don't know about
leaving him alone that long.
It's fine, I can go alone.
You aint going alone Grace.
I mean, this has set
up written all over it.
You walk in that joint,
the next thing you know,
little man's lighting you up
his god damn self.
Fourth of July in December.
Then you come with me
and Ashley can keep him company.
I don't know about leaving her
with him.
Thomas, she'll be fine.
Plus, she needs to start
pulling her weight around here.
The man is tied up.
Just like, tie his other arm
and make sure he's not going
anywhere, she'll be fine.
[Ashley] It's fine
dad, really. She's right.
[Thomas] You sure? You
don't have to do this.
- Whatever.
- I swear dad.
And if anything, I'll just
call y'all on the car phone.
Promise.
[solemn music]
We'll be back as soon as we
can.
I would've gone and done this
alone
- but what with-
- But yes, this is my plan
and if you want something done
right.
[solemn music]
Aha, little birdy want to
play, huh?
[solemn music]
[Mark coughing]
Come on, let's go.
[solemn music]
[solemn music]
Hey Mark, can I ask you a
question?
Not really, no.
What was your relationship
like with your mom?
What is this? The Oprah show?
I'm sorry, but my mind
is elsewhere right now.
Okay.
What if I were to let you go?
What's your mindset like now?
Let me go?
Mhmm.
And why would you do that?
I'm tired.
I'm tired.
You're tired?
Yeah, I'm tired.
I'm tired of all of it,
I'm tired of everything.
I really don't think
you're gonna go to the cops
and if you do, whatever.
We're all gonna get what's
coming to us anyways
including you.
So yeah, I'm tired.
I mean, what? You want to
stay here and get killed?
I mean, I don't mind.
What do you want?
Okay, first of all,
can you at least try and be
nice?
I mean, I'm being nice here.
You got me tied up to
a chair all fucked up.
How is that nice to you?
You're the one who broke in
here.
And you were the one that
was about to come down here
and torture me about 20 minutes
ago.
Oh yeah.
Oh and by the way, full
disclosure.
I'm the one that stabbed you.
- What?
- What?
What did you think that this
was some sort of plot twist?
Some conspiracy about how you
got stabbed?
Nope, you were out
and I was bored, so I stuck this
in you.
You're fucking sick.
Okay, let's just call it even.
And how is this even close to
even?
Enough with all the questions,
Mark.
I stabbed you, I fucking stabbed
you
and that's payback.
So you want to get out of here
or no?
So play nice and tell me about
your mom.
She was all right.
What do you mean, all right?
I don't know, she was a normal
mother.
I don't know what you
expect me to tell you.
The truth, that's it.
Unless you want to wait
for my parents to come back
'cause that's happening real
soon.
Ashamed.
[scoffs] Ashamed?
Bitch please, whatchu mean I'm
ashamed fo?
No.
My mom.
That was the first thing
that came to my mind
when I thought of her.
Ashamed of me.
Now we're talking.
Whatchu mean?
My mom raised me alone.
She did her best, she really
did.
I never got what you had.
In the projects working two jobs
just to keep the lights on
and me running the streets at
her back.
Know that rap song?
Just this one doesn't
have me drinking champaign
when I'm thirsty.
Nice B.I.G reference.
I don't know.
I know all this shit sounds like
a cliche
but that's the one thing about
cliches,
they're often close to the
truth.
It took me a long time to
understand.
Took me a long time just to get
it.
Like to understand where she
got that motivation from,
where she got all that energy
to do everything she did.
And it was all for me.
And still to this day,
I haven't even been able
to thank her for it.
All she ever wanted for
me was something better.
For me to be a better person.
Fast forward, now I aint shit.
And even if you were to
compare the two of us,
I'm even less.
So yeah.
[Ashley] Where is she now?
Not sure.
She could be gone, I don't know.
But if she could see me now,
shame.
That's what she'd feel for me
and that's already more than I
deserve.
I wish I had a mom who cared
that much.
[Mark coughing]
Are you serious right now?
Yeah, I'm fucking serious.
Do you see the way she talks to
me?
And that's on a good day.
This is a good day?
I've seen worse.
Wow, whatever.
You're really gonna buy this
whole act
your mom's putting on?
It's not an act, it's true,
trust me.
It's bullshit.
Are you really gonna buy this
whole
I hate my daughter act?
Yeah I buy it, 'cause it's
fucking true.
It's bullshit.
If you weren't so focused on
yourself
you'd see it too.
Enlighten me then.
I just think if parents
didn't care about their kids
they just wouldn't care.
And if your mom really did hate
you
she wouldn't be riding you
this hard all the time.
Some people just don't
know how to show it.
You think you had a fucked up
life?
Did you ever think for once
maybe your mom had it worse
and maybe that's the reason
why she is who she is?
Like I said, some people
don't know how to show it
but it doesn't mean they don't
feel it.
And like that, I think you
two have that in common.
Just saying.
[solemn music]
[pounding on door]
Who is it?
[Intruder] Good evening,
I just wanted to warn you
that you and your husband
are going to die tonight.
It's kinda tragic, but there's
nothing you can do about it.
We will kill you.
You have about 30 seconds
before the fun starts.
We thought we'd give you a heads
up
because we like to play fair.
- Grace?
- So grab a knife,
or a baseball bat
or whatever makeshift weapon you
can find
and just so you know,
there's also a very bad man
- waiting at the back door.
- Grace what's up?
- Who is it?
- Thomas listen.
Please, we need to run.
No, what's going on Grace?
She said she was gonna kill
us.
What are you talking about?
[gun blasts]
[Thomas yelling]
[Grace crying]
[dramatic music]
[gun blasting]
[Grace sobbing]
[dramatic eerie music]
[Grace sobbing]
[electronic buzzing]
[eerie music]
[Grace screaming]
[Grace sobbing]
[Grace screaming]
[Grace screaming]
[Grace screaming]
[Grace crying]
[Grace screaming]
[Grace screaming]
[intruder whispering]
[Ashley] They gave me a simple
choice.
Either kill my mom or
they'll kill us both.
I was 10 years old.
When they saw me hesitating,
they told me what happened to my
father.
She killed your dad, she shot
him.
[Ashley] That they weren't
the one that killed him.
That my mom...
[Grace] Oh my god, don't do
this.
Strong.
[intruder whispering]
[suspenseful music]
[Grace] I love you so much-
[gun blasting]
[Mark] So you expect
me to believe this shit?
They shot your dad
and then you got adopted by
your real parent's killers?
You might be fucked, but
you'd be even more fucked
if that actually happened.
I guess it's too
early for you to realize
how actually fucked I am.
I mean, did you listen
to anything I just said.
If you really look at it, they
didn't actually kill anybody.
This time.
My real mom and I did all the
work.
[Mark] It's not that
fucking easy to kill people
and take their identities.
Like, what happened to the
bodies?
Did these people not
have family or friends?
People leave paper trails.
Other people ask questions.
They knew what they were
fucking doing.
They chose people they thought
wouldn't be missed too much.
The real Thomas and the real
Grace
grew up in foster homes.
And after I shot my mom,
they burned the bodies
and here we are.
Anyways, I don't really give a
fuck
if you believe me or not.
A deal's a deal, right?
What are you doing?
Think I'm a liar?
They're probably on
their way back here now.
If I were you, I'd get your son
and I'd get the hell out of
state.
Or even better, out of country.
Okay, can I have my wallet
back please?
I think it's under the chair.
Sure.
What are you doing?
Can you undo these please?
You know there's a few
things you can't finesse
a teenager on.
You can fool us about a lot of
things.
But there's a few things a
teenage girl
knows more about than almost
anyone.
You know what those things are?
Fake ID's.
David Cook, Joey Montichollo,
Jocyln Gardnell.
Do you even know who this kid
is?
[sighs] Maybe trust a murderer
but never trust a thief.
[wind blowing]
[Mark groaning]
[dramatic music]
[eerie music]
What are you doing?
Please!
Please, please, please,
please, please, please, please.
I promise, please, please,
please
I'm so sorry, please, please.
[Ashley] Told you I
don't like fucking liars.
Please, please, please,
please, please [screams].
[hammer thunks]
[Mark groaning]
You were so close, Mark.
So fucking close you
could probably taste it.
I'd feel bad for you
but I see a good side to this.
We can finally have some fun.
[Mark] Please.
You really are a pussy.
So tell me, if the whole
son story was all bullshit
then why'd you break in here?
Drugs.
Speak up bitch.
Drugs. [crying]
To pay for drugs.
All right, we're done talking
now.
Well, you're done talking now.
I'ma do whatever the fuck I damn
want.
I have an idea.
I think you're gonna like it
Mark.
Where are you going?
Where are you going? [crying]
[Mark coughing]
Mark, did you just
choke on your own blood?
I'ma save this for later.
[suspenseful eerie music]
[Mark groaning]
[dramatic suspenseful music]
What?
What? What was that?
I can't hear you, what?
Oh, you made me really mad,
Mark.
Oh yeah, that's not even your
actual name.
[laughs] It's okay, I'll
keep calling you that
if you don't mind.
It's funny.
[Mark crying]
I don't even know your real name
and yet
I still feel kinda close to you.
Funny how we use names
to describe things.
When really, those names have
nothing
to do with those things.
For example.
You obviously know this
is a hammer, right?
But the part of the hammer
that I used to hit you
is called the face of the
hammer.
And I hit you in the face.
[chuckles]
[Mark moaning]
What? I still can't hear you
Mark.
I wish I could, but I can't.
Anyways, what was I saying?
Oh yes, the face of the hammer.
So this is the face,
let's go a little deeper.
Do you know what this part is
called?
[Mark moaning]
Mark, you're not even trying to
play.
I'm really disappointed in
your lack of participation.
It's called the cheek.
[Mark moaning]
No one can hear you Mark.
Sound is really isolated
here, kinda freaky. [giggles]
Look, I'll even scream with you,
okay?
Help, help! Somebody please
help!
[dramatic suspenseful music]
Hmm, yeah.
[dramatic suspenseful music]
[giggles] Nobody's coming Mark.
Now where was I?
Oh yeah, the cheek.
[hammer thuds]
[Mark crying]
[dramatic suspenseful music]
[Mark groaning]
[Ashley giggling]
[dramatic suspenseful music]
[Mark groaning]
[Ashley giggling]
[door creaking open]
Oh shit, fun's over.
What the fuck happened in my
house?
We gotta clean this shit up
and quick.
This is getting messy,
real fucking sloppy.
Thomas, we are not
killing him in my house.
We live here.
I thought we were done with all
this
and now it's starting all over
again.
Thomas, untie him, we need to
get him
into the car right now.
- The sun is coming up.
- Okay.
[Grace] Dragging a
bloody man from your house
into your car isn't the most
discrete thing in the world.
We need to get rid of him quick.
[Ashley] I'll put on my
jacket.
Ashley, you're not coming.
You've enough for one night,
we'll talk in the morning.
Mom, please, you might need my
help.
We're just gonna take him to
the lake,
do what we gotta do, nothing
we haven't done before.
We'll be fine.
Thomas, I'm gonna get the car
ready.
Mom, can I just talk
to you for second please?
I'm sorry I didn't tell
you that he was lying.
You should have called us.
We're in a rush, but listen.
It could've been a trap,
instead you do this
and now we're cleaning up your
mess again.
I'm sorry, I didn't know.
Look Ash, we have to do this
now.
But if you want, we can talk
as soon as I come back, okay?
[Grace chuckling]
You better not have any stupid
ideas
going through your head.
When we get outside, you
so much as look at someone
the wrong way, I will slice your
ear,
oh for fucks sake.
What the fuck is it now? For
god's sake.
For fucks sake you ugly
motherfucker,
get the fuck up, the fuck
is wrong with. [groans]
[suspenseful music]
[lava lamp thumping]
[Mark screaming]
[dramatic music]
[lamp thumping]
[Mark screaming]
[dramatic suspenseful music]
[lamp thumping]
[Mark screaming]
[dramatic music]
[Mark hyperventilating]
Go!
[Grace screams]
[Mark screaming]
Stay here.
[gun cocks]
[dramatic music]
[gun blasts]
Merry Christmas you mother
fucker.
[gun blasts]
[dramatic music]
[Ashley crying]
[Ashley crying]
[contemplative music]
[contemplative music]
[dramatic music]
[gun blasts]
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music]
[contemplative music]
[fire crackling]
[eerie music]
[gun cocks]
[man hyperventilating]
Go!
[woman gasps]
[contemplative music]
[solemn music]
[engine rumbling]
[solemn music]
[solemn music]
[Ashley sighs]
[Ashley sighs]
[glass breaking]
[suspenseful music]
[door thudding]
[suspenseful music]
[drawers rattling]
[suspenseful music]
[Ashley groaning]
[fists thumping]
[Ashley groaning]
[fire crackling]
[solemn music]
[Thomas] [scoffs] Looks
like the kid made it through.
I win, you lose. Money?
We didn't even dap on it dad.
[Thomas] Ashley.
Fine.
[solemn music]
Okay I'm sorry.
My name's Christian.
[Ashley scoffs]
I was driving around
the neighborhood and I got lost.
So I figured I'd stop by your
house
and ask for directions,
and I noticed your window
was broken, so I thought I'd
just come in-
- Christian, huh?
[sighs] Mark, Mark, Mark,
already in enough trouble
as it is.
Why you gotta go and lie to us?
We don't like robbers.
We don't like rapists.
But if there's something
that we fucking hate
it's liars. [smacking]
[Thomas] Ashley.
[Ashley] Yeah?
[Thomas] Can I ask you a
question?
[Ashley] What's up?
Why are you wearing
sneakers on my nice, clean,
expensive carpet?
For that matter, why are both of
you
wearing your shoes in here?
I mean, you know how
your mother and I feel
- about shoes in the house.
- Sorry dad.
Here, let me help you.
[Mark] Okay I'm sorry, I broke
in.
It's a nice house.
I'm aware that it's a nice
house.
I bought this house.
And the last thing I need is
you breaking into this house
to tell me how nice my house is.
You often go breaking and
entering into people's homes
on Christmas Eve?
Is this some kind of new game
you kids have these days?
I said I'm sorry, and
I thought no one was home
- so I-
- Oh you thought,
'cause there was no one home,
that would make everything okay.
Excuse me one moment.
[solemn music]
Sir, what are you doing?
[Thomas] Don't worry about
it, I've done this before.
Pussy.
There, that should
help with the swelling.
I'm not so sure it's gonna help
with this.
What is this?
Am I bleeding?
I don't know Mark, are you?
I mean, why would you ask
me if you're bleeding.
[Ashley giggles]
I mean, what makes you think
we would know better than you
about what's going on down
there?
It's probably just a scratch.
Probably from when you
were trying to rape me
a few minutes ago.
- I wasn't trying anything.
- Oh here we go again.
I mean, just when we were
starting to get along,
you start up again with the
lies.
All right, my name is Thomas
Craven.
My friends call me Thomas.
- Mr. Crav-
- Uh, uh.
Thomas.
Better.
I was wondering if I
could just explain to you
the situation.
I know, I know how it looks
but I was wondering if
I could just explain-
- Don't listen to his shit, dad.
We aint got time for your
bullshit, Mark
or whatever your fucking name
is.
This motherfucker broke in here
and tried to rape me right
where you're standing, dad.
Aint no explaining it, aint
no fucking rocket science.
Mark, give me a sec,
sweetheart,
wanna sit over there?
Thanks dad.
Now, Mark isn't it?
So, what's the story Morning
Glory?
And how you making out with that
cut?
[Mark] I'm fine, this is
nothing.
Splendid.
[Mark] I just wanted to
let you know Mr. Crave.
Mmm mmm.
Thomas.
I just want to let you know
I've never done this before.
I'm not a thief, I'm not a
criminal.
I've never broken into a house
before.
The truth is, I'm a father,
I lost my job and I have a son
and it's Christmas Eve, and
we're running out of money fast.
I've never been in this
situation before.
I don't even have enough money
to get him a proper meal.
If you just look into my wallet.
Wait, wait, wait, where's his
wallet?
I threw it in his face, it's
there.
[scoffs] This?
Yes.
That's my boy.
Cute kid.
So tell me, why did you
choose this specific house
and not the one on the left
or the one on the right
or behind, or in front of the
house?
Why this house?
I don't know.
It just seemed like a nice
house,
so I figured, nice house
outside, nice things inside.
And like I said, it seemed
like no one was home
and on Christmas Eve that's
pretty
- hard to find.
- [scoffs] He's like a
bizarro Santa, instead of
sneaking in and leaving shit,
he's sneaking in and stealing
shit.
Make for a dope ass movie.
- Honey-
- So you guys gonna
call the cops?
You don't leave us
much choice now do you?
I mean, what would you do
if you were in my position?
I guess.
Gimme a second Mark.
Can you be a sweetheart and go
outside
and make the call?
[Ashley] Sure dad.
[Thomas] Attractive girl, huh?
- No, I didn't-
- No, no, no it's all right,
I don't mind, I mean, I was
your age once too you know.
I guess.
What?
You calling my daughter ugly?
No, I just don't want to
disrespect you.
[Thomas laughing]
You're a funny guy.
You don't want to disrespect me?
Yet you break into my house,
you attempt to rape my daughter
and you don't have the
courtesy to compliment her
on her looks?
I don't call that respect, Mark.
I call that hypocrisy.
- I didn't mean to say it-
- Yeah you didn't, yeah.
I'm starting to feel a little-
- [stuttering] Can I ask you a
question?
[Mark] I guess.
I mean this might be a tad
personal, so.
Sure.
Are you attracted to girls?
By girls? Of course,
what are you trying to-
- No, no, no, [stuttering]
I don't mean to offend
you, it's just you know,
we're gonna be sitting
here for quite some time
waiting for the police to get
here.
And being in this neighborhood,
it could be quite a while
before they show up.
I would expect the opposite
around here.
Protect you rich folks
from us poor people.
Yeah, I'd expect that too.
I'd like that.
But sadly, reality
sometimes falls quite far
from expectations, sad.
Now, we're gonna have some
time to get to know each other
quite well, Mark.
And that's a good thing isn't
it?
What?
You're saying you want to be
arrested?
- It's not that but-
- You break into my house
and now you can't wait to break
out?
I don't know.
I don't know how to say this but
like,
- this whole situation-
- They're on their way.
Said since we have
everything under control
and he's tied up, might
take a little longer
than it usually would.
Some shit going on downtown, I
don't know.
Well you should've told him
that we have some nigger here
trying-
- Dad! I hate when you use that
word.
We're not in the 1940's anymore,
what the fuck is wrong with you?
You hear how she talks to me?
Kids today, they're so
sensitive.
You know, you can't call
a nigger a nigger now.
You gotta say N-word.
Or you could say Black person
like every other
non-racist person post 1965
- but who's counting?
- I'm counting.
I'm surprised you can count.
[sighs] Fuck that shit dad.
You really think he gives a
shit in the state he's in?
What state?
Remember that cut we
were looking at before?
It turns out, it might be a lot
worse
than we originally thought.
What?
What is this? I'm bleeding out
here.
Can you check under my shirt
please?
What is wrong with me?
Can you lift up my shirt
for a second please?
- You fucking did this to me.
- Hey, let me remind you
that you're the one that
broke into my house.
I am not the criminal
here, you are, not us.
Can you look after our
friend for a while Ashley?
I think I can do that.
[suspenseful music]
You know, I read somewhere
worse thing you can do
when you're bleeding a lot
is fall asleep, you might not
wake up.
You know, I have an idea,
we should keep talking,
keep you from falling asleep.
I'm sorry but like, I don't
really
wanna talk right now, so.
All right, suit yourself.
But if you start falling asleep,
I aint gonna wake you up.
Just saying, just trying to
help.
Fine, what do you want to talk
- about?
- Yes, okay!
- I'll start, so-
- No, I'll start.
Why do you care if I pass out or
whatever?
I got caught robbing your house
and I'm supposed to believe
you two are trying to help me
or some shit?
I don't know.
I guess we're just good people
like that.
Not everyone's a fucking
criminal, Mark.
Why you gotta be so negative?
I'm negative? [scoffs]
You're the one that lied
about me trying to rape you
and now I'm supposed to believe
you didn't fuck with my stomach
too?
We didn't fuck with your
stomach, okay?
But who's to say you
didn't try and rape me?
What, am I supposed to take
your fucking word for it?
Were you?
Were you trying to have sex with
me?
I wasn't trying anything, you
know this.
You fucking know this.
[giggles] So you weren't
trying to break into my house.
[Mark] Except for that.
Are you sure Mark?
Are you sure you weren't
trying to fuck me?
What if I were to tell you
that I want you to fuck me?
Would you? Would you fuck me
Mark?
What the fuck is wrong with
you?
Get the fuck off of me.
Chill you fucking pussy.
Just trying to keep your ass
awake, bitch.
[scoffs] You really think
I'd let you have sex with me?
Oh, this is gonna be
the best Christmas ever.
You're fucking crazy,
don't fucking talk to me.
I told you not to do that
Mark.
And there you go passing out
again.
Oh and Mark, if you think this
is crazy
you aint seen nothing yet.
[cheerful festive music]
Oh, I feel so fucking lame
walking around in this dumb
outfit.
I was gonna go home and
change before I met you
but I was supposed to be
home like, four hours ago.
But of course, after the
pep rally we went to Stacy's
for drinks and shit.
Anyways, I forgot my keys at
home
so I guess I'm gonna have to
sneak in
up the window or some shit.
Like I'm dressed for this shit
now.
You would have went home to
change?
You do know you're 30 minutes
late, right?
Well, I can leave if you'd
like.
No, that's not what I'm
saying.
It's just, nevermind, forget it.
Oh, Chris.
It's okay.
Forgiven.
Now what are we eating?
I'm fucking starving,
cheerleading is killing me.
I don't know, what do you want
to eat?
Fuck it, you decide for me.
Surprise me, let's see
how well you know me.
I barely know you.
Come on, you're no fun
sometimes.
You never wanna try anything.
Okay, you know what?
I think I do know what you'd
like.
Excuse me? Miss?
Miss?
What are you calling her miss
for?
She's like, younger than us.
Yes?
Can I get the deluxe
burger and no cheese please.
Pickles on there?
Oh, no thanks, I can't stand
pickles.
All right, and what
will the lady be having?
[Chris] Bring her a Philly
cheese steak.
[Ashley] Oh, interesting
choice.
All right, coming right up.
Anything else you guys
want, just give me a buzz.
Thanks.
Why can't you like,
ever order for yourself?
I mean, it's kinda stressful
to always guess what you want to
eat.
I don't know, I think if
we were right for each other
you should be able to know what
I want
more than I could know what I
want.
I mean, it's a lot of
pressure.
Pressure is good, it
keeps you on your toes.
Chris?
Mhmm?
Where's my Christmas present?
Well it's not Christmas yet.
Well, it's Christmas Eve, so.
Don't worry, I'll get you your
gift.
Well guess what?
You won't have to guess
what I want this time.
I know exactly what I want.
And the best part is,
you won't even have to
spend any money on it.
If we're talking about what
you want,
then what did you want to talk
about
that was like, too sensitive to
talk about
over the phone?
Was it really that big of
a deal for you to meet me?
No, no, no.
Didn't you want to see your
girlfriend
- on Christmas Eve?
- I didn't mean it like that.
[sighs] Okay, if you don't
want
just say you don't want.
No need to make a big
fucking deal out of it.
Sounds pretty serious.
Well, I heard something.
Like what?
Like, something.
Okay well I'm hearing
something all the time.
Literally hearing something
every day.
Specific, Ashley.
Something surprising.
[hand pounding]
What the fuck was that?
That was surprising.
You know, I'm getting
really sick and tired
of your little bitch ass
attitude
I've seen over the past few
weeks.
Hey, look I'm sorry.
What did you hear?
[Ashley sighs]
[cheerful festive music]
Okay.
- So?
- What?
What did you hear?
Oh yeah, nevermind, let's just
eat.
Fuck Ashley, I didn't
come here for a burger,
I have food at home.
Talking about how the food is,
how's that cheese steak?
[giggles] Well, let's see.
[Ashley giggles]
Good.
This tastes like a fucking
orgasm.
That's a weird comparison.
All right, fine.
But this stays between us,
right?
[Chris] Mhmm.
Pinky.
Okay, I'm not pinky swearing
you.
[sighs] I heard...
Mhmm.
That...
Yeah?
You killed someone before.
Is it true?
[eerie music]
[electronic video game music]
Oh shit, hey.
Didn't know if you were
coming back or not.
Why did you let me fall
asleep?
I told you I wasn't gonna wake
you up.
Think I'm a liar, Mark?
Where's your dad? Thought
he went to call 9-1-1.
[scoffs] First you don't want
to talk
and now you don't want to shut
up.
Gotta make up your mind, Mark.
I'm really not feeling
too well right now.
No shit, you're like,
totally bleeding out.
Isn't your dad a doctor?
Think he could check me out?
[laughing] Check you out?
I don't think he rolls that way.
That's not what I meant.
[giggling] No, but seriously.
Him? A doctor?
No, a shrink.
A shrink isn't a real doctor.
But if you have any mommy issues
he might be able to help you
out.
Isn't that the same thing?
Is a robber the same thing as
a rapist?
Not even close.
Same thing.
So your dad's a shrink?
Yes, Mark.
Well that explains a lot.
What is that supposed to mean?
[Thomas] Hey, sorry for the
delay.
Your mom's home.
Family reunion, dining room.
Mark and I are just in the
middle of something here-
- [Thomas] Ashley.
Let's go.
Fine, chill.
But who's gonna watch over
our little birdy here?
[Thomas] Little birdy, stay.
See? Let's go.
[suspenseful music]
Hi Ashley.
Hi mom.
[Grace] What did you do this
time?
What do you mean what I did
this time?
Watch your tone, is
that how I raised you?
[scoffs] I don't know, how
did you fucking raise me?
Can you two calm down please.
We're all in the same boat here
and that boat is sinking fast.
I mean, can we all just
work together as a team?
Just for tonight?
And then when all is said and
done
you two can go back to hating
each other.
But for now, we're in a big mess
here,
- a big fucking mess.
- How is this such a big mess?
The way I see it, it's
all pretty fucking simple.
We just let him go.
He takes off into the night,
fade out, roll credits,
end of story, what's the big
deal?
Am I missing something?
You two aren't actually thinking
of calling the cops are you?
[scoffs] Should I take this
or do you want to do the honors?
Allow me.
Honey, let's put all the
potential options
and outcomes on the table.
A very good idea.
Option number one, we let him
go.
He's seriously wounded
and severely bleeding.
The way I see it, if he
doesn't get to a doctor
in the next few hours,
it's curtains for him.
So we let him go.
Now I don't know about you
but I'm pretty damn sure
that's a stab wound.
What?
Who, between you two geniuses,
decided that it would be
a good idea to stab him?
Well I know I didn't
and from what I've
seen, I'm pretty certain
Ashley didn't either.
So, to answer your question,
I don't fucking know.
[giggles] Don't look at
me, I don't fucking know.
Ha ha oh okay, so he
breaks into the house,
seemingly un-stabbed, you three
bozos
get into a playground scuffle,
then all of sudden he's
just magically stabbed.
That's your story.
Dad, why are we wasting our
time
with Sherlock Holmes here?
We were doing just fine
until she showed up.
Yes, you were doing
just peachy, trust me,
if I knew what you dickheads
were up to
I'd be across the state line by
now.
Can I continue?
I mean, are you two done?
Please proceed.
Okay, so we let him go.
I don't know about you, but how
much trust
do you want to put on a thief?
I mean, all it will take
is for him to just point us out
and then we're fucked.
I don't know, I mean, maybe
we are overthinking this.
I mean really, what is he gonna
do?
Go to the cops and be like,
"Yeah I broke into this house
and this chick beat me up
and here's her address."
It's unlikely, but I
think your father's right
on this one.
We can't take this lightly.
He got into our house, he
knows what we look like.
Well, what you two look like.
You beat him up, tied him up.
All it takes is for him to
tell one of his compadres
then who knows where that could
lead us.
We can't take that chance.
So our only option is
what I think it is then.
I don't want to do that.
I don't want to do that
either.
But I don't know, I mean,
what else can we do?
I'm fine with it, really.
Ashley calm down, did one of
you forget
to lock the doors or something?
How the hell did he get in here?
Broke the window.
Ugh, of course he did.
These fancy houses got so many
windows,
we might as well sleep outside.
[sighs] All right, I'm
gonna go talk to the guy.
Talk to him? Fuh what?
Fuh? What's fuh?
Vietnamese soup? Where are your
R's?
You're too cool to use R's now?
Thomas, listen to your daughter,
talking like a fucking nigger.
She's not getting that
from me, that's for sure.
You two make a great
couple, y'all know that?
And that's the thanks we get.
All right, I'm gonna talk to
him.
Fuck what you two think,
I need to size him up
- for myself.
- You know this motherfucker
tried to rape me, right?
Dad, you told her right?
I told her.
Ashley, listen to me.
We're not just gonna go do
what you think we're gonna do
just because you think we should
do it.
This is not just fucking getting
dressed
in the morning, all right?
This this is a big deal.
Now, we've got a few hours
until the sun comes up.
We need to figure this out,
okay?
Thomas, okay?
Your mother's right.
I mean, we have to take this
seriously.
I mean, we cannot take this
lightly.
All right.
Fine then, talk to him.
See if I fucking care.
Ashley.
You know, it was you who
always wanted a daughter.
I mean, if you're ever gonna act
on it,
I think tonight might be as good
a night
as you'll ever get.
[suspenseful music]
[jazzy festive music]
I knew you'd forget
to introduce yourself
to the neighbors.
I'm gonna go get them
a nice bottle of wine
and make a great first
impression
just like they do in the movies.
Shit, I bet five bucks you
wouldn't.
We both know I'm the responsible
one.
You're joking, right?
Not joking, actually speaking
facts.
[scoffs] Facts, yeah.
Are you sure you have
the right definition?
Have you looked up the meaning?
I did, and it said that I'm
always right
and you're always fucking wrong.
That's what it said anyways.
Yeah, well you're a
funny woman you know that?
That's why I married you.
Your sense of humor.
[lips smacking]
I always thought it was
because of my ass but,
I guess sense of humor makes
it sound more romantic.
[Man] Well you're welcome.
You know what?
Sending the kid to the arcade
tonight
was actually a pretty good idea.
Sending the kid any night
is always a good idea.
Look, I told you, you're
worried for nothing.
It's just the arcade,
it's a good neighborhood.
And we can't keep treating
her like a baby anymore.
She needs to learn to do things
on her own, make friends.
It's essential to the
development of a good teenager.
Let me know when we're
speaking English again.
Ha ha.
Is she back yet?
I don't know, who cares?
[chuckles]
I think you're hard on her.
I know she's not always easy
but it's just, she's a kid.
This is normal kid bullshit.
We were kids once, remember?
Years ago.
First of all, I don't like
this years ago thing at all.
I don't know, I just, I feel
like something's off with her.
Just try and not be
too hard on her, okay?
She needs time to adapt.
Plus, she just moved into
a completely new city,
this is not easy for her.
Grace, she's going to need her
mother.
I swear, something's
wrong with your daughter.
Look, I'm sorry but we both know
this.
And don't try to psychoanalyze
our relationship now.
Fine.
I thought the goal of tonight
was to forget about the kid
and work and everything.
Do we really need to talk
about this right now?
You're right. I'm sorry.
It's okay. I'm happy.
We're celebrating, right?
Yeah.
What are we celebrating?
We're celebrating no phone
lines.
No your mother living upstairs
from us.
And soon, no clothes.
You just can't keep your
hands off me, can you?
When I can I ever?
[lips smacking]
Fuck dinner, I always wanted to
do it
on the mattress on the floor.
Yeah, mattress on the floor is
very fun.
- I hate you.
- Prove it.
[lips smacking]
[pounding on the door]
I'm really not feeling too
well.
Is there still nothing from the
ambulance?
What's taking them so long?
Hi. What's his name again?
What's your name again?
Mark, and I'm in need of an
ambulance.
What sort of fucking
games are we playing here?
What's the matter with you
people?
I don't care if you live in
Timbuktu,
ambulances don't take this long
to arrive.
Oh my god.
Has he been this much
fun this entire time?
[Thomas chuckling]
No wonder you guys
wanted to keep him all for
yourselves.
Oh, I'm all excited. [giggles]
All right Mark, are you even
listening?
[suspenseful music]
[giggling] Let me break
this down into simple terms.
You really picked the wrong
fucking family to rob tonight.
The ambulance.
Their aint no ambulance coming
you fucking idiot.
What do you mean there's
no ambulance coming?
What are you talking about?
You called the cops?
They would've taken me to the
hospital-
- Oh my god.
There's no cops coming,
there's no ambulance coming.
Aint nobody coming Mark.
But you called.
Actually, I pretended to call.
Actually, I didn't call jack
shit.
Yeah, not very smart,
that's what I thought.
You know what? I wanted to bet
on it.
But I didn't.
You know that feeling when
you just know something
but you don't say it?
Like you think, oh, what if I'm
wrong?
I don't want to look stupid.
But then every time you didn't
say it,
ah, maybe not every time
but it feels like every time.
I'll just say it, every time.
You were right, you were fucking
right.
You want to tell your friends,
I knew this was gonna happen
but I just didn't say it.
Yup, I get that all the time.
Like for me, usually it's when
I'm watching a movie, right?
Like, you just know what like,
a character's gonna say next
like everything just lines up
for like,
you're sure of it. [laughing]
Sometimes it's these like,
corny lines or whatever
but sometimes it's actually
things
that are pretty hard to guess.
And you don't say it.
You think, shit, if I say it
at the exact same time as the
character,
everyone in the room is
gonna be so impressed.
But you stop yourself, oh.
And then sure enough, the
character says
the exact line you thought
he or she was gonna say.
[sighs] And then you turn to
your friends
and you're like [gasps] I
knew he was gonna say that
and they go like, [scoffs] yeah,
okay.
Most annoying thing ever, right?
What the fuck are you talking
about?
Huh, what am I talking about?
No ambulances are
coming, no cops are coming.
So what, you guys are
just gonna let me go?
I don't know Mark, I don't
know yet.
Depends on you actually.
But if you don't let me go,
then what?
I'm pretty sure you can draw
your own conclusions Mark.
What is this? Is this some
sort of joke?
[giggles] I wish this was a
joke
but this is serious.
As serious as an HIV test,
that's how serious this is.
That shit is serious.
Let me go you fucking psychos.
Aw Mark, she just wants
to talk to you okay?
I promise I won't let her hurt
you
unless you deserve it, okay?
Don't fucking touch me.
You're fucking crazy. All
of you are fucking crazy.
Let me go, let me go! Let me go!
Stop calling me crazy, Mark.
I don't like people calling me
crazy.
I won't touch you, but just
stop calling me that okay?
I asked you a fucking question,
okay?
Okay.
All right Ashley, we get it.
Stop swinging your dick.
I said I would talk to him so
let's talk.
So you guys are not
gonna let me go are you?
I told you Mark, I don't know
yet.
We can't just let you get back
out there
if you're gonna talk to people
about us.
Talk about what?
I don't even know who you guys
are.
Mmm, I think you know too much
already.
And why would I talk
about the house I broke into
and got my ass kicked by a
little kid?
[Ashley] Who you calling a
kid?
And woke up tied to a
chair on some S&M shit,
why the fuck would I want to
talk to anyone about that?
- That's what I said.
- No one asked you Ashley.
Your role in this story is
to be the pretty girl, okay?
So play the part.
Bitch.
[Mark] Are they always like
this?
Actually, this is a good day.
All right, can we
focus for a minute here?
Happy you two are getting
along so well, that's great.
Look, he's not a bad kid.
He just got mixed up in a bad
situation.
True, except for the whole
raping your daughter and shit.
Great guy.
I wasn't trying to rape you.
When are you gonna get
that in your fucking head?
You guys better let me go this
time.
You better let me go,
you better let me go!
Let me go!
[Grace] So that's how
you want to do this?
Help! Anyone, help!
All right Ashley, shut him up.
- What? Seriously?
- Before I change my mind.
[chuckling] I'm killing
him though, right?
No, no, wait, wait, who said
anything
about killing anyone?
[Grace giggling]
[drawers rattling]
All right, what did you bring?
I promise I'll be quiet, I
swear.
Just please don't hurt me.
Are you sure you'll be quiet?
Like Ashley just went through
- the entire-
- Yes, I promise.
Silence of the lambs, I swear.
Ashley, hold that thought
okay?
But mom.
Ashley.
[suspenseful music]
I think I have an idea.
Oh, do tell.
Would Mark happen to be a
father?
Actually, Mark would
happen to be a father.
He's got a cute little kid.
In fact, that's why he breaks
into houses on Christmas
[chuckles] daddy dearest.
I told you, I've never done
this before.
My back's against the wall.
What would you do if you
couldn't afford
to buy your daughter a meal?
Let her die?
Mmm, shit happens.
Kids die every day.
People die, so what?
Now Grace, that's enough.
Even in this situation, you
can't keep your shit together?
I mean, what did she
ever do that was so bad?
Do we really have to do this
now?
Yes, we really do have to do
this now.
You seem to want to do it now
which means I have to do it now.
I mean, I don't care if we
have the fucking pope over
for dinner, you don't talk
about our daughter that way.
[scoffs] Our daughter. Right.
Perfect little Ashley.
Just, what was that idea you
mentioned
a little while ago?
Mark, what does your son look
like?
Actually, there's a picture
down there.
Hmm, honey would you mind?
I have to do everything around
here.
Why do you want a picture of
my son?
Simple, Mark.
Here's how this will play out.
Listen closely, because
this is your only chance
to get out of this.
I'll try to say it as clearly as
I can.
Oh, wait, by the way
are you a righty or a lefty?
[Mark] Right.
I will untie your right hand.
In your hand, I will place a
pencil.
Under that pencil will be
a small piece of paper.
On that piece of paper, you
will write the following.
Your son's Christian name
followed by his family
name, in that order.
Underneath that, you will write
down
his social security number.
Wait, how old is your kid?
He's six.
Okay, then he has one for
sure.
Just that before 1986, some
parents could sometimes
have kids well above
the age of 14 years old
and not get them their
social security numbers.
But at the end of 1985,
they stopped all that.
Now you can't basically
go above like five,
without registering your kids.
Hmm, the more you know.
Anyway, we will need that
number.
Underneath that number,
we will need the name
of his school, then under that
we'll need his date of birth
and then the city and
hospital in which he was born.
Wait, why should I give
you all this information
about my son?
What keeps me from telling
you both to fuck off
and I aint giving y'all shit?
That's a good question.
Here's an idea.
Supposing he doesn't tell us.
We've got enough to find him.
So we bring them both to the
basement,
we kill the little
bastard in front of him,
we leave the kid to rot
and then we keep him
alive by force feeding him
until there's nothing left but
rot.
And then we kill him.
I just thought about that.
I mean, can we just do that?
No.
Is that enough? It's good for
me.
What are you guys
gonna do with all that?
Simple, Mark.
If we let you go, we need to
know
that you're not gonna go blab
about us.
About us living here, about
you coming to this house.
We need you to forget Mark.
Forget that we exist.
We need to become more
than distant memories,
we need to fade completely
away from your mind.
Because if we ever let you go,
Mark
if you ever leave this
house still breathing,
and you ever so much as dream of
us,
you won't like what happens
next.
Ashley probably will, but you
won't.
[dishes clanging]
[Chris] We can't be
talking about this shit.
Still haven't answered
the question Chris.
I mean, are we a couple? Are we
together?
Yes or no.
Or are you just fucking me?
That doesn't have to
do with any of this.
[scoffs] Keeping secrets from
me, Chris?
What else are you hiding from
me?
What? Are you cheating on me?
You can tell me. I already know.
Seriously, just tell me it's
fine.
I know what you're
trying to do here Ashley.
It's not gonna work this
time. I'm telling you.
I knew it, I fucking knew
you were cheating on me.
Who is it? That little
whore slut Stephanie?
I saw the way that you were
looking at her
at the party last weekend.
Stacy said, "No, he wouldn't do
that."
But I knew you were fucking
- cheating anyways.
- Okay, okay, okay, fine.
You win, okay?
You gave it a good fight,
babe.
[lips smacking]
Now talk to me, lay it on me
papi.
Okay, but I didn't sleep
with anyone else though, okay?
[scoffs] Duh.
What? Do you think I'm stupid?
Or are you stupid?
I'm just messing with you,
geeze.
Come closer, I don't want
to talk about this shit
in the open, okay?
[scoffs] There aint
nobody in this joint.
All right.
Yes, I did.
But just once okay?
Now, can we please change the
topic?
No we can't change
the topic motherfucker.
Please quiet down.
All right, all right,
fine you little pussy.
But you did it, whatever.
Not a big deal.
Not a big deal?
You're clearly not all there
then Ashley.
I'm not the one who
just confessed to murder
in a fucking public place.
Wow.
So, who was it?
- Can we talk in-
- Chris, come on.
This is called communication.
That's what a relationship's
all about, right?
Hold up, who told you about
this?
I've never even talked
about it with anyone.
A good reporter never
reveals her sources.
You aint even a fucking
reporter though.
[scoffs] Whatever, I
aint snitching on the plug.
A little birdy told me, okay.
[Chris] It was Steve wasn't
it?
It was.
Maybe.
I fucking knew it, that piece
of shit.
You know, I never even
really told him about it.
I didn't deny it either, but I
mean.
Mhmm, you know, you look good
but you're not very smart.
What?
So, who was it?
[sighs] My dad.
You killed your fucking dad?
He was scum.
He bit the shit out of me and my
sister.
You know, he didn't even care
about us.
You know, you could beat me all
you want.
I can take that.
But don't touch my fucking
sister.
Fuck.
Yeah, fuck.
So how'd you do it?
I didn't do it on purpose.
But this one time he
was beating on my sister
and I never actually physically
stepped in
but this time, I don't
know what got into me,
maybe I was like, tweaking or
some shit
but I just, I pushed
him as hard as I could.
And my dad, he was a
big motherfucker, okay,
he was like, a big guy.
And I pushed him as hard as I
could
and I punched him and he just
dropped
straight to the ground.
Gone, like just, gone.
And my sister tried to
wake him up and shit
but he was dead.
Shit.
Yeah, shit.
So how'd you get away with it?
It was actually my sister,
she was trying to protect me.
You know, at the time,
I honestly didn't care
if I got arrested or
not, or even got caught.
But my sister, she was upset
yeah,
that my dad was dead,
but she didn't want me
to go to jail either.
So she was like, yeah he's dead
but he was also an alcoholic
and beat us and abused us.
So we dragged his body to the
bathtub,
we sat him in it, ran some warm
water
and framed it as if he
fell and hit his head
in the bathtub.
And it was actually pretty funny
'cause we brought him to the
hospital
a few months before for
the same god damn thing.
- What? No you didn't.
- Yeah, we did.
And then we called the police.
And that shit flew?
Well, I'm sitting here aren't
I?
I want you to kill my mom.
[laughs] What?
What what?
What do you mean what what?
You just asked me to kill your
mom.
You can't what what me.
Can you do it or no?
You're fucking with me aren't
you?
What's so hard about killing
my mom?
You killed your dad, my
mom should be easier.
Fuck you Ashley, that's
not the point here.
What, you think I'm a
fucking hit man or some shit?
No, I'm not killing your mother.
Oh come on, I'd do it myself
but if I did, my dad would
know for sure it was me.
Forget it Ashley, I aint doing
it.
Well, I don't know
what to tell you Chris.
So what are you gonna do then?
Pay someone else to do it.
What do you mean pay someone
else?
You were gonna pay me to do it?
50 bands.
$50,000?
Aw, you thought just
because you're fucking me
I wouldn't compensate you?
Where the fuck did you get
$50,000?
Let's just call it my
trust fund, college money.
I aint going, so who the fuck
cares?
And you have access to that
shit?
I aint just have access.
I have it.
Fuck, you're just
walking around with this?
Who's gonna fuck with me?
Is this real?
Last I checked.
You're insane.
And now you're repeating
yourself.
Chris, really, it's not that
complicated.
You just wait for her outside,
pull up,
shoot, pow.
And dip, wait in your car,
something discrete, I don't
know.
As long as you peel off
and they can't connect it back
to me,
can't connect it back to you.
And I could do it however?
So you're gonna do it?
I mean, speaking
hypothetically.
Well yeah, no.
The less I know the
better, for the both of us.
I don't know if that's
a good plan Ashley.
I mean, I got away with it once.
You think I can get away with it
again?
Chris, we don't need a plan.
Like, besides my dad,
nobody knows I hate her
and there aint no money
coming to me if she dies
so why would the police think
it's me?
And this could go down
whenever?
Well, not next fucking year
but yeah, whenever.
I don't know, I don't care.
Like, one in three murders
goes completely unsolved
in this country, no obvious
connections.
You really think they're
gonna figure it out?
Do you know how dumb the cops
are in this town? [chuckles]
But you know we're
talking about murder, right?
Like, we're talking about your
mom's life.
We're talking my life here.
Like, fuck though, you can't
come on me.
You want me to come on you?
If I had known you were this
crazy-
- What? You would've fucked me
harder?
Forget it, you're not even
taking this shit seriously.
Find someone else.
Chris.
[lips smacking]
So we doing this?
Or are you gonna keep pump
faking?
Double, triple, quadruple
check
everything on there.
If as little as a dot on an
I is missing from something
[speaking foreign language]
Grace is gonna stick your head
up your ass
faster than a rabbit gets
fucked.
Especially considering
I'm going to check
on the little man right now.
You wanna go right now?
I mean, I don't know about
leaving him alone that long.
It's fine, I can go alone.
You aint going alone Grace.
I mean, this has set
up written all over it.
You walk in that joint,
the next thing you know,
little man's lighting you up
his god damn self.
Fourth of July in December.
Then you come with me
and Ashley can keep him company.
I don't know about leaving her
with him.
Thomas, she'll be fine.
Plus, she needs to start
pulling her weight around here.
The man is tied up.
Just like, tie his other arm
and make sure he's not going
anywhere, she'll be fine.
[Ashley] It's fine
dad, really. She's right.
[Thomas] You sure? You
don't have to do this.
- Whatever.
- I swear dad.
And if anything, I'll just
call y'all on the car phone.
Promise.
[solemn music]
We'll be back as soon as we
can.
I would've gone and done this
alone
- but what with-
- But yes, this is my plan
and if you want something done
right.
[solemn music]
Aha, little birdy want to
play, huh?
[solemn music]
[Mark coughing]
Come on, let's go.
[solemn music]
[solemn music]
Hey Mark, can I ask you a
question?
Not really, no.
What was your relationship
like with your mom?
What is this? The Oprah show?
I'm sorry, but my mind
is elsewhere right now.
Okay.
What if I were to let you go?
What's your mindset like now?
Let me go?
Mhmm.
And why would you do that?
I'm tired.
I'm tired.
You're tired?
Yeah, I'm tired.
I'm tired of all of it,
I'm tired of everything.
I really don't think
you're gonna go to the cops
and if you do, whatever.
We're all gonna get what's
coming to us anyways
including you.
So yeah, I'm tired.
I mean, what? You want to
stay here and get killed?
I mean, I don't mind.
What do you want?
Okay, first of all,
can you at least try and be
nice?
I mean, I'm being nice here.
You got me tied up to
a chair all fucked up.
How is that nice to you?
You're the one who broke in
here.
And you were the one that
was about to come down here
and torture me about 20 minutes
ago.
Oh yeah.
Oh and by the way, full
disclosure.
I'm the one that stabbed you.
- What?
- What?
What did you think that this
was some sort of plot twist?
Some conspiracy about how you
got stabbed?
Nope, you were out
and I was bored, so I stuck this
in you.
You're fucking sick.
Okay, let's just call it even.
And how is this even close to
even?
Enough with all the questions,
Mark.
I stabbed you, I fucking stabbed
you
and that's payback.
So you want to get out of here
or no?
So play nice and tell me about
your mom.
She was all right.
What do you mean, all right?
I don't know, she was a normal
mother.
I don't know what you
expect me to tell you.
The truth, that's it.
Unless you want to wait
for my parents to come back
'cause that's happening real
soon.
Ashamed.
[scoffs] Ashamed?
Bitch please, whatchu mean I'm
ashamed fo?
No.
My mom.
That was the first thing
that came to my mind
when I thought of her.
Ashamed of me.
Now we're talking.
Whatchu mean?
My mom raised me alone.
She did her best, she really
did.
I never got what you had.
In the projects working two jobs
just to keep the lights on
and me running the streets at
her back.
Know that rap song?
Just this one doesn't
have me drinking champaign
when I'm thirsty.
Nice B.I.G reference.
I don't know.
I know all this shit sounds like
a cliche
but that's the one thing about
cliches,
they're often close to the
truth.
It took me a long time to
understand.
Took me a long time just to get
it.
Like to understand where she
got that motivation from,
where she got all that energy
to do everything she did.
And it was all for me.
And still to this day,
I haven't even been able
to thank her for it.
All she ever wanted for
me was something better.
For me to be a better person.
Fast forward, now I aint shit.
And even if you were to
compare the two of us,
I'm even less.
So yeah.
[Ashley] Where is she now?
Not sure.
She could be gone, I don't know.
But if she could see me now,
shame.
That's what she'd feel for me
and that's already more than I
deserve.
I wish I had a mom who cared
that much.
[Mark coughing]
Are you serious right now?
Yeah, I'm fucking serious.
Do you see the way she talks to
me?
And that's on a good day.
This is a good day?
I've seen worse.
Wow, whatever.
You're really gonna buy this
whole act
your mom's putting on?
It's not an act, it's true,
trust me.
It's bullshit.
Are you really gonna buy this
whole
I hate my daughter act?
Yeah I buy it, 'cause it's
fucking true.
It's bullshit.
If you weren't so focused on
yourself
you'd see it too.
Enlighten me then.
I just think if parents
didn't care about their kids
they just wouldn't care.
And if your mom really did hate
you
she wouldn't be riding you
this hard all the time.
Some people just don't
know how to show it.
You think you had a fucked up
life?
Did you ever think for once
maybe your mom had it worse
and maybe that's the reason
why she is who she is?
Like I said, some people
don't know how to show it
but it doesn't mean they don't
feel it.
And like that, I think you
two have that in common.
Just saying.
[solemn music]
[pounding on door]
Who is it?
[Intruder] Good evening,
I just wanted to warn you
that you and your husband
are going to die tonight.
It's kinda tragic, but there's
nothing you can do about it.
We will kill you.
You have about 30 seconds
before the fun starts.
We thought we'd give you a heads
up
because we like to play fair.
- Grace?
- So grab a knife,
or a baseball bat
or whatever makeshift weapon you
can find
and just so you know,
there's also a very bad man
- waiting at the back door.
- Grace what's up?
- Who is it?
- Thomas listen.
Please, we need to run.
No, what's going on Grace?
She said she was gonna kill
us.
What are you talking about?
[gun blasts]
[Thomas yelling]
[Grace crying]
[dramatic music]
[gun blasting]
[Grace sobbing]
[dramatic eerie music]
[Grace sobbing]
[electronic buzzing]
[eerie music]
[Grace screaming]
[Grace sobbing]
[Grace screaming]
[Grace screaming]
[Grace screaming]
[Grace crying]
[Grace screaming]
[Grace screaming]
[intruder whispering]
[Ashley] They gave me a simple
choice.
Either kill my mom or
they'll kill us both.
I was 10 years old.
When they saw me hesitating,
they told me what happened to my
father.
She killed your dad, she shot
him.
[Ashley] That they weren't
the one that killed him.
That my mom...
[Grace] Oh my god, don't do
this.
Strong.
[intruder whispering]
[suspenseful music]
[Grace] I love you so much-
[gun blasting]
[Mark] So you expect
me to believe this shit?
They shot your dad
and then you got adopted by
your real parent's killers?
You might be fucked, but
you'd be even more fucked
if that actually happened.
I guess it's too
early for you to realize
how actually fucked I am.
I mean, did you listen
to anything I just said.
If you really look at it, they
didn't actually kill anybody.
This time.
My real mom and I did all the
work.
[Mark] It's not that
fucking easy to kill people
and take their identities.
Like, what happened to the
bodies?
Did these people not
have family or friends?
People leave paper trails.
Other people ask questions.
They knew what they were
fucking doing.
They chose people they thought
wouldn't be missed too much.
The real Thomas and the real
Grace
grew up in foster homes.
And after I shot my mom,
they burned the bodies
and here we are.
Anyways, I don't really give a
fuck
if you believe me or not.
A deal's a deal, right?
What are you doing?
Think I'm a liar?
They're probably on
their way back here now.
If I were you, I'd get your son
and I'd get the hell out of
state.
Or even better, out of country.
Okay, can I have my wallet
back please?
I think it's under the chair.
Sure.
What are you doing?
Can you undo these please?
You know there's a few
things you can't finesse
a teenager on.
You can fool us about a lot of
things.
But there's a few things a
teenage girl
knows more about than almost
anyone.
You know what those things are?
Fake ID's.
David Cook, Joey Montichollo,
Jocyln Gardnell.
Do you even know who this kid
is?
[sighs] Maybe trust a murderer
but never trust a thief.
[wind blowing]
[Mark groaning]
[dramatic music]
[eerie music]
What are you doing?
Please!
Please, please, please,
please, please, please, please.
I promise, please, please,
please
I'm so sorry, please, please.
[Ashley] Told you I
don't like fucking liars.
Please, please, please,
please, please [screams].
[hammer thunks]
[Mark groaning]
You were so close, Mark.
So fucking close you
could probably taste it.
I'd feel bad for you
but I see a good side to this.
We can finally have some fun.
[Mark] Please.
You really are a pussy.
So tell me, if the whole
son story was all bullshit
then why'd you break in here?
Drugs.
Speak up bitch.
Drugs. [crying]
To pay for drugs.
All right, we're done talking
now.
Well, you're done talking now.
I'ma do whatever the fuck I damn
want.
I have an idea.
I think you're gonna like it
Mark.
Where are you going?
Where are you going? [crying]
[Mark coughing]
Mark, did you just
choke on your own blood?
I'ma save this for later.
[suspenseful eerie music]
[Mark groaning]
[dramatic suspenseful music]
What?
What? What was that?
I can't hear you, what?
Oh, you made me really mad,
Mark.
Oh yeah, that's not even your
actual name.
[laughs] It's okay, I'll
keep calling you that
if you don't mind.
It's funny.
[Mark crying]
I don't even know your real name
and yet
I still feel kinda close to you.
Funny how we use names
to describe things.
When really, those names have
nothing
to do with those things.
For example.
You obviously know this
is a hammer, right?
But the part of the hammer
that I used to hit you
is called the face of the
hammer.
And I hit you in the face.
[chuckles]
[Mark moaning]
What? I still can't hear you
Mark.
I wish I could, but I can't.
Anyways, what was I saying?
Oh yes, the face of the hammer.
So this is the face,
let's go a little deeper.
Do you know what this part is
called?
[Mark moaning]
Mark, you're not even trying to
play.
I'm really disappointed in
your lack of participation.
It's called the cheek.
[Mark moaning]
No one can hear you Mark.
Sound is really isolated
here, kinda freaky. [giggles]
Look, I'll even scream with you,
okay?
Help, help! Somebody please
help!
[dramatic suspenseful music]
Hmm, yeah.
[dramatic suspenseful music]
[giggles] Nobody's coming Mark.
Now where was I?
Oh yeah, the cheek.
[hammer thuds]
[Mark crying]
[dramatic suspenseful music]
[Mark groaning]
[Ashley giggling]
[dramatic suspenseful music]
[Mark groaning]
[Ashley giggling]
[door creaking open]
Oh shit, fun's over.
What the fuck happened in my
house?
We gotta clean this shit up
and quick.
This is getting messy,
real fucking sloppy.
Thomas, we are not
killing him in my house.
We live here.
I thought we were done with all
this
and now it's starting all over
again.
Thomas, untie him, we need to
get him
into the car right now.
- The sun is coming up.
- Okay.
[Grace] Dragging a
bloody man from your house
into your car isn't the most
discrete thing in the world.
We need to get rid of him quick.
[Ashley] I'll put on my
jacket.
Ashley, you're not coming.
You've enough for one night,
we'll talk in the morning.
Mom, please, you might need my
help.
We're just gonna take him to
the lake,
do what we gotta do, nothing
we haven't done before.
We'll be fine.
Thomas, I'm gonna get the car
ready.
Mom, can I just talk
to you for second please?
I'm sorry I didn't tell
you that he was lying.
You should have called us.
We're in a rush, but listen.
It could've been a trap,
instead you do this
and now we're cleaning up your
mess again.
I'm sorry, I didn't know.
Look Ash, we have to do this
now.
But if you want, we can talk
as soon as I come back, okay?
[Grace chuckling]
You better not have any stupid
ideas
going through your head.
When we get outside, you
so much as look at someone
the wrong way, I will slice your
ear,
oh for fucks sake.
What the fuck is it now? For
god's sake.
For fucks sake you ugly
motherfucker,
get the fuck up, the fuck
is wrong with. [groans]
[suspenseful music]
[lava lamp thumping]
[Mark screaming]
[dramatic music]
[lamp thumping]
[Mark screaming]
[dramatic suspenseful music]
[lamp thumping]
[Mark screaming]
[dramatic music]
[Mark hyperventilating]
Go!
[Grace screams]
[Mark screaming]
Stay here.
[gun cocks]
[dramatic music]
[gun blasts]
Merry Christmas you mother
fucker.
[gun blasts]
[dramatic music]
[Ashley crying]
[Ashley crying]
[contemplative music]
[contemplative music]
[dramatic music]
[gun blasts]
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music]