The Captor (2025) Movie Script
1
They pretend like
they don't know what I have.
They pretend to acknowledge
that I'm a hero.
Shocker.
My name is Clyde Winters.
Sergeant first class.
Before I was discharged.
I served after the events
of 9/11.
After months of enduring
those pieces of shit
on both sides,
they turned us around
and sent us back home.
Unkept,
yet still standing.
A miracle, really.
Now I'm home.
Or whatever this is.
But the clock ticks in my mind.
Each second, getting closer
to that...
boom.
My father was a big believer
in serving for God and country.
If not for those two things,
he didn't leave room
for anything else.
That after he passed,
he'd become a soldier of God.
He never stopped to think
if God even needed soldiers.
But he did leave this place
to me.
But like this house...
the walls
and the ceilings...
...clouded,
cluttered.
My mind must be clear of it.
I served my country.
I'm proud of what I did.
I wouldn't take anything back.
But there was always one place
I'd stay away from.
But that...
was a long time ago.
To my fallen comrades...
...to the lives left behind.
I can still hear them.
My father would say
that same thing, every night.
Now I hear them too.
I can still feel the heat
on my face.
I decided one day
to go on a run.
Clear my head a little bit.
Neighbors don't look at you
the same anymore.
Not like they did
when you were a kid.
It used to be all smiles.
Now I'm greeted
a little differently.
Some a little too friendly,
some scared, some angry.
Like they're ready to pounce
on you if you say the wrong
thing...
...or the right thing.
When you make plans,
life can throw you a curveball.
I waited all day
for an important package.
And of course,
I missed it by a hair.
I was on the lookout
for any suspicious activity.
Even watching the delivery guy.
Oh!
Not taking my eye off,
even for a moment.
Of course
it's the wrong package.
Why should I have expected
anything less?
Why can't people do
their fucking jobs right?
Thank you for contacting
Postal Services.
How can I assist you today?
Yeah, hi.
I received an email, that...
my package was delivered today.
I need help locating it please.
Of course, Ill do my best
to assist you.
Can you provide me
with your full name, please?
Clyde Winters.
You may need to contact
the sender to report
-the issue with the delivery.
-What do you mean?
It was indeed delivered
earlier today.
No, no! You need to help me
find it right now.
Please give me a moment
to look up your information.
You know, I'm always having
a problem with your company.
You know that?
I apologize for any confusion,
but...
we don't notify the sender
once a package
has been delivered
by one of our drivers.
-You may need to contact
the sender,
-Alright.
-to report the issue with--
-Forget it, forget it.
I-- I need to speak to
your supervisor, please.
I-- I understand
your frustration, sir,
and I'm sorry for
any inconvenience it has caused.
However, our policy
does require you
to contact the sender
in such cases.
It's always an issue!
And again, I do apologize.
Can you--
Who's in charge of you?
Who's in charge of you? Huh?
I am the supervisor on duty
at the moment, Mr. Winters.
Is there anything else
I can assist you with?
It's useless.
The fucking bullshit
that I have to go through.
The delivery company
didn't help.
The driver definitely
can't help.
For all I know, he was the one
that took it.
So I resorted
to the next thing.
Are you the one
that called us?
Yes, I am,
thank you for coming, officers.
What's going on here?
What seems to be the problem?
Well, I had a package
that was stolen
from my house yesterday.
Tried taking it up with
the delivery company,
but they were no help.
They insisted that you guys,
might be able to do something.
How sure are you
that it was taken?
I received an email
that it was here,
the delivery company confirmed
that it was on my porch,
two hours before I arrived.
I've been dealing with this
for a while, it--
its been a mess.
Anyone else live with you?
No.
Im here alone. It's just me.
Well, like I said, we'll do
the best that we can, sir,
but... it's not much we can do
once a package has been stolen.
We'll be on the lookout around
the neighborhood and ask around,
but other than that,
we have our hands tied.
Yes,
we apologize, sir, and...
...thank you for your service.
Have a great day.
Another dead end.
Even the cops
couldn't do anything.
So I have to.
I have to prepare for
what's coming next.
I have to do a little recon.
Am I the only one
going through this?
Is this directed at me?
I need to find out.
- See?
-Excuse me.
Sorry to bother you, ma'am.
I just was wondering if you saw
anybody suspicious,
outside of my house yesterday?
Yesterday?
No.
I only ask because I had
a package that I was waiting on.
And I'm not sure, but I think
it was taken.
I was hoping that you...
saw someone, maybe.
No, I-- I'm so sorry.
Well, thank you, anyway.
It was nice meeting you.
Uh, listen, if you see anybody,
just let me know, please.
-Yeah?
-Sure. Oh, oh, no--
we never see them.
What? What do you mean?
The package!
We always lose them.
What, this happens often?
Yes!
Betty, next door...
she got robbed last month.
Pobrecita,
shes so old.
She slept
through the whole thing.
And the cops,
they don't do anything about it?
I mean, I don't know.
You shouldn't have to
live in fear in your own home.
Thank you, ma'am.
You've been a great help.
Oh, you like
tres leches?
Excuse me, ma'am?
It's-- its Martha Vasquez.
Tres Leches,
it's a dessert.
Well, I'm not sure.
I've never had it.
Maybe you should try it.
Maybe you like it.
Maybe.
I can come sometime
and bring you some.
That--
That sounds-- sounds good.
Mrs. Vasquez.
Miss Vasquez.
Ah, I see.
Well, uh, I'll be seeing you,
Miss--
-Miss Vasquez.
-Yes, soon, Clyde.
-Bye.
-Bye.
Welcome, everyone.
We're gonna talk about
some of the experiences
we've been through
over the years.
Why don't we
start off with you, Larry?
Oh, okay.
It's the same thought
over and over again.
I just keep thinking about
how I held the gun
-up to-- And just--
- Jesus fucking Christ.
The same story again,
and then what?
Anything new to add?
This is an open group,
let him talk.
Is it?
He already spoke his mind,
last time and the time
before that.
It's the same shit over
and over again.
He just has that same story.
I want to, but that's
all I can think about.
You got something to say,
Brad?
Yeah, I do.
Yeah, I got something to say.
You should get
the fuck out of here.
It's the worst goddamn example
for all of us.
Someone's stuck in the same
goddamn moment
over and over again
with no progress?
-Nothing?
This guy's clearly
been here too long.
The fuck out.
And you what the f--
the fuck is your deal?
Huh? You just fucking sit there
and look at your fucking knees
all day.
Don't start.
Place is a goddamn joke.
Maybe he's right.
This fucking place
wasn't working out.
If anything, it was
making them worse.
What the fuck was that?
This is new.
This...
thing inside.
It's evolving.
It's finally here.
I can feel its weight.
No question, it's mine.
Poor repacking,
but I didn't care.
I can see it
through an opening.
At last...
it was here.
I needed to feel it
in my hands.
I needed to know it was real.
And then I felt it.
-Clarity.
Hey, where's Steve?
Oh, hes out with the flu.
Woah!
Holy shit!
These are so damn nice.
We hit the big one.
Can we keep one?
Hey.
And besides, they're not gonna
know if only one is missing.
Yeah, super sexy, baby.
Now give it here.
You want that big,
beautiful house someday.
You can't keep
cutting our shit short.
You gotta go out there
and hustle.
Luckily, you have me
to help you with that.
Fine.
Hey, don't look so sad.
It's just been a long time
that I've had something
that nice.
I wanna be able to
show it off for you.
I wanna be sexy, baby,
just for you.
You already are.
No, don't get it.
I have to, Mel.
You know who it can be, okay?
Right now, we can't afford
to miss out on any jobs.
Times are hard, okay?
Do what you gotta do.
-Yeah?
We got
another one.
-Talk.
-It's an easy pickup,
nobodys home.
No shit.
You interested?
-Where?
-Not too far from
your last pickup.
-Ill be there.
-Drop off the jewels
and the package together.
The pay is double.
I'll call you when it's done.
You think someone's home?
I don't know, baby doll.
There's only one way
to find out.
Yo, you're fucking crazy.
You got it, babe!
I don't think anybody's inside.
I'm going around back,
one second.
-Just give me a second.
-Seriously?
Just one second.
Fuck!
-What do you think you're
doing with that?
That there belongs to me.
Turn around slow.
Put that back
where you found it.
You like stealing
other people's stuff?
Listen, man, I'm sorry.
Youre not sorry.
You're sorry you got caught.
Let me go, I'm--
I'll never come back.
How many times
have you done this, hmm?
-What's your name?
-It's Craig.
Craig.
Well, Craig,
listen to me carefully, alright?
Youre gonna put your hands in
the air where I can see 'em.
Slowly.
Step into my house.
Ill leave and
I'll never come back.
Not an option, Craig!
It's too late for all of that!
Now!
You make another sound,
I will shoot you
in the fucking head.
If you try to escape,
I will call the cops.
Do you understand?
This is Rob.
You know what to do
at the tone.
Nod if you understand.
You and I are gonna have
a little one-on-one.
-One-on-one?
This is Rob.
-You know what to do
at the tone.
Hey.
Hello?
This is Rob.
You probably have questions.
You're not here for that.
- Yo!
-Yo, you okay?
Where is it?
Mmm, where's what?
You are here to answer, not ask.
Okay! So...
somebody's upset.
You wanna talk about it?
As a kid in this room,
I got away with everything.
See, I grew up here...
My mom unfortunately died in it
when I was eight.
My dad decided to keep us here.
So...
the family history continues.
I'm gonna take the gag
off you now.
And when I do that, I need you
to answer some questions.
Do not scream, 'cause it's only
gonna aggravate me,
and I promise you will
catch a bullet for it.
Lets begin.
Ugh.
For starters, Craig,
I'd like to know a little bit
more about you.
I mean, I'm a little offended
that you lied to my face
the moment I met you.
What kind of thief...
brings an ID...
to commit a crime, Robert.
Would you believe
anything you say? Hm?
You were willing to lie to me
when I put a gun on your face.
Maybe that means I need
to up the stakes, huh?
I got this box cutter here
about a year ago.
Never really had
much use for it.
Until right about now.
Something tells me you get
a kick out of it, too.
Hmm?
Ill get a job, man.
I got children, man.
You mother...
fucker, you fuck!
You deserve to be hunted.
All you do is prey on the weak,
to leach on to you.
I'm gonna put an end to that.
My people will hear
that I'm missing.
They're gonna come kill you!
That's what you were
looking for?
Yo, are we in trouble?
Mel! Yo,
why are you acting like this?
Yo, look at me, I'm your sister.
Huh?
You see, you see,
I told you.
I told you they were gonna come
get you. I...
told you they were
gonna come skin
your ass w-- motherfucker!
You can't give a--
-Shh...
You better pray.
You better pray
that it's not them,
because I'm praying that it is.
I want you to have this.
D-- what-- what the fuck
is this about?
In case something happens to me,
you can sell these.
Why are you saying this, Mel?
Mel, youre really
starting to scare me.
Can you please tell me
whats going on?
Clyde?
It's me,
Martha.
I love you.
Please take care of yourself.
Clyde?
Martha, huh.
-Hi.
- Hello.
How are you? You okay?
-Yeah, yeah.
-Did I--
-Did I came in bad time?
-Uh...
I brought you the
tres leches.
-Oh.
-As I told you.
Oh, uh...
-Pretty cool.
-How you like it?
I can bring you some
if you want it.
I can-- you have a little bit
of something I can put it on?
Actually, Martha, right now is--
is not, uh, really a--
a good time.
Oh, so sorry.
It's okay, um...
Eh-- I'll, uh,
make it up to you.
I'll-- I'll, uh,
clean your gutters.
Oh, I mean, maybe later?
Yeah, yeah, of course.
-Yeah.
-That sounds nice.
-Yes, yes.
-Okay. Um...
Well, I see you.
Yes, definitely.
I will, uh-- I will see you--
see you later.
-So, uh, have a good night.
-You too.
You too, and thank you.
- Bye bye.
-Bye bye.
Fuck you, you bastard!
-Let me go!
-Relax.
How long have you
been doing this?
-Doing what?
-Taking things that don't belong
to you.
How long have you
been doing this?
Probably since I was a kid.
You know, this is
my neighborhood.
I wasnt here before
to stop people like you
from making it unsafe.
But now...
But now what?
You're trying to clean it up?
Like some sort of fucking
vigilante? Superhero?
You have no idea the things
that Ive seen.
What Ive had to do
for this country.
Come back to
the land of the free!
And see everybody
living in fear.
Corruption on
every street corner.
Listen, man,
why don't you just let me go?
I'll walk right out of here and
I promise never to come back.
You have my word!
What makes you think...
...I would take you
at your word?
Hmm?
If anything, you should be
thinking about
how much better
this world would be...
without somebody like you in it.
Wait right here.
Here it is.
Let me show you what you almost
stole from me.
Seriously, man?
I mean,
I don't care what's in it.
You should care, Robert!
You should care!
But you're selfish.
And your selfish actions bring
repercussions for others.
You hurt people.
You hurt people
like that young girl
that you brought in on this.
That's on you.
Who do you think
called you here?
They pretend like
they don't know what I have.
I'm proud of what I did.
I wouldn't take anything back.
What up, dawg?
What's up, bro?
How you been doing?
Chilling, man, waiting on you.
Here you go.
-What was that for?
-Last night, the Eight ball.
How was it?
That shit was good, man.
-Yeah?
-Yeah, I like it.
M Radio,
Local Music.
Hey, folks,
Jimmy Dee here.
Today, we're gonna be
taking on callers
that have experienced
this new crime trend.
You might have been a victim
or maybe someone you know.
Porch pirates,
this new trending crime wave
has taken over
millions of homes.
We have our first caller.
Hey there, Jimmy,
big fan of the show.
I got robbed last month.
My security cameras
didn't get a good look.
But goddamn it, I was waiting
for an important package.
And within minutes, gone.
I still haven't been
reimbursed.
Thank you, caller.
I'm sure someone
will get back to you.
Here's our next caller now.
Someone needs to do
something
about this.
Damn right!
the audacity of these...
Are you a victim of these
porch pirates?
We wanna hear from you.
Call in now.
Come on, Pablito,
where the fuck you at, man?
Yes, yes, yes.
Come on, come on
Get in, get in, get in!
-You get it?
-I got it! I got it!
I fucking got it! Woo-hoo-hoo!
We did it!
They didn't even know
what hit 'em,
know what I'm saying?
Are you sure?
Yes, I'm fucking sure, man.
Alright, man, alright.
You know we can't afford
another screw up, right?
You know that, right?
What do we get?
It has to be good.
The whole store went after me.
I thought I was robbing a bank
for a moment.
What? What do you mean?
What could be in there?
What the fuck did you take?
Not sure, man.
I grab the most
expensive thing I saw.
Holy shit, Danny.
It's one of those iPod things.
This is fucking hot right now,
dude.
Shit, jackpot bro.
These are gonna sell high
in the street, man.
-We're eating good tonight.
-Fuck.
Dawg, we're eating good tonight.
We finally got something good,
man.
Finally.
Oh, fuck.
Hey, listen, I got a guy,
alright?
I'm gonna call him up,
I'm sure he's gonna give us
a good cut, alright?
Pablo, man, what the fuck
are you doing, bro?
Sorry, Danny boy.
It's a pretty big score.
Shit is tight right now,
you know what I'm saying?
I have someone I can take it to.
Put the phone down.
Man, stop fucking around.
Get the fucking gun
out of my face, bro.
Listen, man.
This aint worth it, bro.
You know how hard it is
to get a driver for this shit?
Huh? Who else are you
gonna trust for this, man?
My little cousin
just got his license, man.
Sure I can bring him in, like,
80/20...
-none of this...
50/50 bullshit, man.
-Seriously bro? Seriously?
-Yeah, Im serious.
-You gonna fucking do me
like this, bro? After
all this shit
we've been through?
-Fuck yeah.
-Youre fucked up, man.
Fuck you, bro.
Get the fucking gun
out of my fucking face, bro.
Get the fucking gun out of my--
Get the fucking gun
-out of my fucking--
I knew youd understand, dawg.
Fuck!
Hey, Kaila.
Hey, Daddy.
How's my baby girl, huh?
Everything okay?
I miss you, I miss you.
I miss you so much.
I miss you too, Daddy.
How's school, huh?
Everything okay? You ea--
you eat your lunch?
-Yes, I had a peanut butter
and jelly sandwich.
-Is that your father?
Peanut butter and jelly
sandwich, huh?
-Come on, give me the phone.
That sounds so good.
You have the money
for this month?
Not yet. I'm working on it.
I need the money now, okay?
It's been over three months.
Schools ain't
gonna wait for you.
I told you I'm working on it,
okay?
You'll have it when I have it.
Fuck!
Now put my daughter
back on the phone.
Listen, send the money soon,
or I'll make sure you never see
your daughter again.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Stop threatening me, alright?
I told you I'd get it.
Put Kaila back on.
Shit.
Hey, Daddy.
Hey, baby.
Listen, uh,
I gotta go, but we'll talk soon,
okay?
We'll-- we'll see each other
soon, I promise.
Okay.
Hey, we'll go see that movie
that you wanted to see.
Yeah? What-- what was it called?
You wanted to see, uh...
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
-Hello?
Got another one.
It's an easy pickup,
nobodys home.
Oh, shit.
One move and I will
shoot you where you stand.
Hey, man.
Look, I'm-- I'm really sorry.
I'll put it right back, okay?
Please take care of yourself.
I love you.
Sir,
if-- if I could just explain
my situation.
Shh.
Shut the fuck up,
shut the fuck up.
Turn around slowly.
The box.
Walk towards me.
Do it now.
Please don't shoot me, man.
Too late for all that
pleading now, boy.
Come on, this way.
I'm sorry, alright?
I-- I made a mistake.
Big time.
Now, you caught me
in a bad mood today,
so I'm just gonna lay down
the ground rules.
If you try to scream,
I will shoot you.
If you do anything stupid,
I will shoot you.
If you try to escape,
I will shoot you.
What?
Yo, I-- I gave back
the package, man.
Doesn't matter anymore, Daniel.
Well, you porch pirates
need to start taking a class
on this type of shit.
So what? You--
You're gonna kill me for--
for stealing you--
your fucking mail,
that-- that's it?
You know, I wanna know
why it is you do...
what you do.
Look, man, I--
I made a mistake, alright?
-I-- Im sorry, I--
-Okay.
I'll make it up to you, alright?
I-- I got you back.
-I got a job lined up,
and I need a muscle, somebody
who knows they're way
around guns.
I can get you a--
a fucking good ass cut, man.
-Shut the fuck up.
Daniel...
...Polanski.
You know,
years ago, I knew a man...
...with that very same name.
His name...
...was James Polanski.
Ring any bells?
For fuck's sake, man...
Yeah, yeah, that was, um--
that was my brother.
Why, you knew him?
Like I said,
small world.
We served together.
Watched him die
with my own two eyes.
Something about
watching a man...
...rip the soul out
of another man's body.
It does something to you.
When youre reminded
of the fragility of life,
you start to wonder
if it even matters.
My life has now
come full circle,
because here I am now...
staring into the eyes...
...of James's idiot,
kid brother.
So what?
Now you kill civilians?
Wheres your code of honor, huh?
Fuck!
Fuck you!
You know,
there was once a time,
when I would march into battle,
proud to know...
that I was keeping civilians
like you, safe.
Knowing, that my sacrifice
allowed you to sleep peacefully
like a baby at night.
But now that I'm home,
and I've integrated
with you ungrateful people...
...I've come to recognize that
people like you...
...don't need saving.
People like you need justice.
You see,
you're a piece of shit...
and I'm here to clean the slate.
You're sick.
You're sick, man.
You need help.
Daniel, Daniel! Look around!
You're the one that needs
helping, my friend.
You made your decision,
and I made mine.
Fate brought us right here.
Together,
on two opposing sides.
Now, I wonder
how that came to be.
I wonder what your brother
would say now.
You dont know shit
about my brother or me!
What kind of sick fucking person
does this?
What kind of sick fucking person
steals from somebody else?
I do it to feed
my daughter, man.
Everything I make goes to her.
I can't even hold down a job,
to pay for fucking
child support, man.
Plenty of work out there.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, that's real easy
for you to say, right?
You come back a fucking hero.
You can coast on by with fucking
government checks,
right?
Not me, buddy.
I'm an outcast.
I can't get a job
'cause of my record,
and I have to
fucking fight for it,
every fucking day!
You know,
Daniel, I hear the same things
being said all the time.
It doesn't make it right.
So that's it.
That's it, then.
You're gonna kill me.
Who's the bigger criminal here,
huh?
You know--
you know, Daniel,
in all my years,
you are the first one
that's made me think.
Congratulations.
Fuck your congrats!
I know what I did,
and I can live with it
knowing I tried my best
for my daughter, but you?
You? You're full of shit!
What do you do, huh?
You're cleaning up the streets?
You're as dirty as they come!
Alright?
And I've got news for you,
buddy.
It doesn't even matter.
Nobody's fucking keeping score.
Least of all for
a fucking murderer like you.
Your bullshit story...
...will not make me pity you.
You know, Daniel,
you're not the first cockroach
Ive killed.
And I can bet
you won't be the last.
Hello?
Is there anyone home?
This is the sheriff's
department.
The windows are mostly covered,
I can't even see inside.
Let's get back to the station,
and see if we can get a warrant.
Sir?
We heard your phone.
We have probable cause
to believe that
someone in this house
is in danger,
if you do not respond
we will kick the door down.
- Evening.
-Sir, are you the owner
of this house?
This house, yes, I am.
Haven't I seen
you two here before?
Perhaps, we receive
lots of calls per day.
I see.
Is there anyone else...
here in your home, right now?
-Oh, here? No.
-Yes.
No, its just me.
-Just you, huh?
- That's right.
Well look, we've been getting
a lot of calls
about some people gone missing.
You know anything about that?
-Missing?
-Yes.
No. No, nothing.
Can we check inside?
Uh, it's honestly
a mess in there,
I'd-- I'd rather not.
Is there...
anything I can
help you two with?
You have a good night.
You too. Thank you.
-Have a great night.
-Alright, you too.
Thank you for your service, too.
-Let's go.
- I remember
that...
Yeah?
Shit!
The only way out
is with these keys.
Try your luck if you like.
In fact,
I dare you.
-Ah!
Ah!
No! Not that, you little shit.
You put that down.
You have no idea what that is.
- This?
-Yeah.
Yeah?
Let me go,
or I'll fucking smash it!
-I swear to god.
-No, no, no!
Ugh!
Okay, okay.
- Yeah?
- Okay.
Grab the keys, grab the keys,
open the door,
and you'll never see me again,
and I swear to God,
I'll put this down,
you'll never see me again.
-Just open the door.
- Okay.
- Go!
-I'm going!
Clyde Winters?
This is for my sister.
Who's your sister?
Don't shoot, don't shoot!
-Who the fuck are you?
-Im a victim, Im a vi-- This--
this crazy motherfucker
captured me, he wants to kill
me, I just wanna get out,
I just wanna get out.
I just wanna get out.
I don't know you.
Get on the floor or I'll fucking
-shoot you, too!
- Okay, okay, okay.
-Ah!
Oh, fuck.
You know,
just like your sister,
-following a man into hell.
Let me show you
how much it burns.
Come on, relax, little girl.
This will be over soon.
Now, let's kill him
before he wakes up.
Wait, what,
youre gonna kill him?
Fucking killed my sister,
and he almost
-killed the both of us.
-Alright.
Men like him
don't deserve to live.
Yeah. Yeah, but we got him.
Alright? Look at him,
I mean he--
he's just-- he's just
a fucked-up vet.
-Alright?
-What the fuck?
That's bullshit,
and you know it.
Listen, I know killers.
Alright? You don't
wanna be one of them.
Trust me.
What do you know, huh?
You don't know me.
I know--
I know that that you don't wanna
spend the rest of your life
in prison.
Okay? And I--
and I know that yo--
you wanna do right
by your sister.
So just think about it.
Are you willing...
to spend the rest of your life
feeling guilty
for taking somebody else's life?
Huh?
Fuck!
Shit!
Listen, let's get the hell
out of here.
Come on, let's go.
Stay.
We're all just getting
to know each other.
I've been waiting a long time
for this, you son of a bitch!
Is that so?
I know who you are.
I know what you're trying to do.
But you went about it
the wrong fucking way!
What do you know? Hmm?
I know your name is
Clyde Winters.
I know you served our country.
You shut the fuck up.
I know you had a daughter
named Rosie,
huh?
I only see an urn
for your father.
-Wheres the--
-Shut the fuck up!
Tonight's story, in a dark
twisted turn of events,
a war veteran takes the law
into his own hand.
The local authorities aren't
giving us too much information
at this time.
Something's not right here.
I got you something.
-Really?
-Yeah.
You like it?
Go play, open it up.
Hey, you.
Hey.
Where'd you go?
Why, you miss me?
Maybe.
Did Kaila like her gift?
Yeah, she's playing with it now.
Careful with the shoulder.
Sorry.
It's all good.
There are multiple
traces of blood scattered
around the property.
Could there be multiple victims?
Clyde Winters has stopped over
26 thieves
from stealing packages in this
part of the neighborhood.
Bye, Daddy.
Love you.
Nice to meet you, Stacey.
Nice to meet you, Kaila.
Bye, sweetie.
Wait up, Daniel.
Great.
This wont be awkward.
Um,
this package arrived here today.
It has your name on it.
You know, if youre gonna
send things here you need
to let me know.
Thanks.
Ah, it won't happen again.
Yeah,
better not.
Police say to be on
the lookout for Clyde Winters,
the captor... of porch pirates.
What is it, Dan?
They pretend like
they don't know what I have.
They pretend to acknowledge
that I'm a hero.
Shocker.
My name is Clyde Winters.
Sergeant first class.
Before I was discharged.
I served after the events
of 9/11.
After months of enduring
those pieces of shit
on both sides,
they turned us around
and sent us back home.
Unkept,
yet still standing.
A miracle, really.
Now I'm home.
Or whatever this is.
But the clock ticks in my mind.
Each second, getting closer
to that...
boom.
My father was a big believer
in serving for God and country.
If not for those two things,
he didn't leave room
for anything else.
That after he passed,
he'd become a soldier of God.
He never stopped to think
if God even needed soldiers.
But he did leave this place
to me.
But like this house...
the walls
and the ceilings...
...clouded,
cluttered.
My mind must be clear of it.
I served my country.
I'm proud of what I did.
I wouldn't take anything back.
But there was always one place
I'd stay away from.
But that...
was a long time ago.
To my fallen comrades...
...to the lives left behind.
I can still hear them.
My father would say
that same thing, every night.
Now I hear them too.
I can still feel the heat
on my face.
I decided one day
to go on a run.
Clear my head a little bit.
Neighbors don't look at you
the same anymore.
Not like they did
when you were a kid.
It used to be all smiles.
Now I'm greeted
a little differently.
Some a little too friendly,
some scared, some angry.
Like they're ready to pounce
on you if you say the wrong
thing...
...or the right thing.
When you make plans,
life can throw you a curveball.
I waited all day
for an important package.
And of course,
I missed it by a hair.
I was on the lookout
for any suspicious activity.
Even watching the delivery guy.
Oh!
Not taking my eye off,
even for a moment.
Of course
it's the wrong package.
Why should I have expected
anything less?
Why can't people do
their fucking jobs right?
Thank you for contacting
Postal Services.
How can I assist you today?
Yeah, hi.
I received an email, that...
my package was delivered today.
I need help locating it please.
Of course, Ill do my best
to assist you.
Can you provide me
with your full name, please?
Clyde Winters.
You may need to contact
the sender to report
-the issue with the delivery.
-What do you mean?
It was indeed delivered
earlier today.
No, no! You need to help me
find it right now.
Please give me a moment
to look up your information.
You know, I'm always having
a problem with your company.
You know that?
I apologize for any confusion,
but...
we don't notify the sender
once a package
has been delivered
by one of our drivers.
-You may need to contact
the sender,
-Alright.
-to report the issue with--
-Forget it, forget it.
I-- I need to speak to
your supervisor, please.
I-- I understand
your frustration, sir,
and I'm sorry for
any inconvenience it has caused.
However, our policy
does require you
to contact the sender
in such cases.
It's always an issue!
And again, I do apologize.
Can you--
Who's in charge of you?
Who's in charge of you? Huh?
I am the supervisor on duty
at the moment, Mr. Winters.
Is there anything else
I can assist you with?
It's useless.
The fucking bullshit
that I have to go through.
The delivery company
didn't help.
The driver definitely
can't help.
For all I know, he was the one
that took it.
So I resorted
to the next thing.
Are you the one
that called us?
Yes, I am,
thank you for coming, officers.
What's going on here?
What seems to be the problem?
Well, I had a package
that was stolen
from my house yesterday.
Tried taking it up with
the delivery company,
but they were no help.
They insisted that you guys,
might be able to do something.
How sure are you
that it was taken?
I received an email
that it was here,
the delivery company confirmed
that it was on my porch,
two hours before I arrived.
I've been dealing with this
for a while, it--
its been a mess.
Anyone else live with you?
No.
Im here alone. It's just me.
Well, like I said, we'll do
the best that we can, sir,
but... it's not much we can do
once a package has been stolen.
We'll be on the lookout around
the neighborhood and ask around,
but other than that,
we have our hands tied.
Yes,
we apologize, sir, and...
...thank you for your service.
Have a great day.
Another dead end.
Even the cops
couldn't do anything.
So I have to.
I have to prepare for
what's coming next.
I have to do a little recon.
Am I the only one
going through this?
Is this directed at me?
I need to find out.
- See?
-Excuse me.
Sorry to bother you, ma'am.
I just was wondering if you saw
anybody suspicious,
outside of my house yesterday?
Yesterday?
No.
I only ask because I had
a package that I was waiting on.
And I'm not sure, but I think
it was taken.
I was hoping that you...
saw someone, maybe.
No, I-- I'm so sorry.
Well, thank you, anyway.
It was nice meeting you.
Uh, listen, if you see anybody,
just let me know, please.
-Yeah?
-Sure. Oh, oh, no--
we never see them.
What? What do you mean?
The package!
We always lose them.
What, this happens often?
Yes!
Betty, next door...
she got robbed last month.
Pobrecita,
shes so old.
She slept
through the whole thing.
And the cops,
they don't do anything about it?
I mean, I don't know.
You shouldn't have to
live in fear in your own home.
Thank you, ma'am.
You've been a great help.
Oh, you like
tres leches?
Excuse me, ma'am?
It's-- its Martha Vasquez.
Tres Leches,
it's a dessert.
Well, I'm not sure.
I've never had it.
Maybe you should try it.
Maybe you like it.
Maybe.
I can come sometime
and bring you some.
That--
That sounds-- sounds good.
Mrs. Vasquez.
Miss Vasquez.
Ah, I see.
Well, uh, I'll be seeing you,
Miss--
-Miss Vasquez.
-Yes, soon, Clyde.
-Bye.
-Bye.
Welcome, everyone.
We're gonna talk about
some of the experiences
we've been through
over the years.
Why don't we
start off with you, Larry?
Oh, okay.
It's the same thought
over and over again.
I just keep thinking about
how I held the gun
-up to-- And just--
- Jesus fucking Christ.
The same story again,
and then what?
Anything new to add?
This is an open group,
let him talk.
Is it?
He already spoke his mind,
last time and the time
before that.
It's the same shit over
and over again.
He just has that same story.
I want to, but that's
all I can think about.
You got something to say,
Brad?
Yeah, I do.
Yeah, I got something to say.
You should get
the fuck out of here.
It's the worst goddamn example
for all of us.
Someone's stuck in the same
goddamn moment
over and over again
with no progress?
-Nothing?
This guy's clearly
been here too long.
The fuck out.
And you what the f--
the fuck is your deal?
Huh? You just fucking sit there
and look at your fucking knees
all day.
Don't start.
Place is a goddamn joke.
Maybe he's right.
This fucking place
wasn't working out.
If anything, it was
making them worse.
What the fuck was that?
This is new.
This...
thing inside.
It's evolving.
It's finally here.
I can feel its weight.
No question, it's mine.
Poor repacking,
but I didn't care.
I can see it
through an opening.
At last...
it was here.
I needed to feel it
in my hands.
I needed to know it was real.
And then I felt it.
-Clarity.
Hey, where's Steve?
Oh, hes out with the flu.
Woah!
Holy shit!
These are so damn nice.
We hit the big one.
Can we keep one?
Hey.
And besides, they're not gonna
know if only one is missing.
Yeah, super sexy, baby.
Now give it here.
You want that big,
beautiful house someday.
You can't keep
cutting our shit short.
You gotta go out there
and hustle.
Luckily, you have me
to help you with that.
Fine.
Hey, don't look so sad.
It's just been a long time
that I've had something
that nice.
I wanna be able to
show it off for you.
I wanna be sexy, baby,
just for you.
You already are.
No, don't get it.
I have to, Mel.
You know who it can be, okay?
Right now, we can't afford
to miss out on any jobs.
Times are hard, okay?
Do what you gotta do.
-Yeah?
We got
another one.
-Talk.
-It's an easy pickup,
nobodys home.
No shit.
You interested?
-Where?
-Not too far from
your last pickup.
-Ill be there.
-Drop off the jewels
and the package together.
The pay is double.
I'll call you when it's done.
You think someone's home?
I don't know, baby doll.
There's only one way
to find out.
Yo, you're fucking crazy.
You got it, babe!
I don't think anybody's inside.
I'm going around back,
one second.
-Just give me a second.
-Seriously?
Just one second.
Fuck!
-What do you think you're
doing with that?
That there belongs to me.
Turn around slow.
Put that back
where you found it.
You like stealing
other people's stuff?
Listen, man, I'm sorry.
Youre not sorry.
You're sorry you got caught.
Let me go, I'm--
I'll never come back.
How many times
have you done this, hmm?
-What's your name?
-It's Craig.
Craig.
Well, Craig,
listen to me carefully, alright?
Youre gonna put your hands in
the air where I can see 'em.
Slowly.
Step into my house.
Ill leave and
I'll never come back.
Not an option, Craig!
It's too late for all of that!
Now!
You make another sound,
I will shoot you
in the fucking head.
If you try to escape,
I will call the cops.
Do you understand?
This is Rob.
You know what to do
at the tone.
Nod if you understand.
You and I are gonna have
a little one-on-one.
-One-on-one?
This is Rob.
-You know what to do
at the tone.
Hey.
Hello?
This is Rob.
You probably have questions.
You're not here for that.
- Yo!
-Yo, you okay?
Where is it?
Mmm, where's what?
You are here to answer, not ask.
Okay! So...
somebody's upset.
You wanna talk about it?
As a kid in this room,
I got away with everything.
See, I grew up here...
My mom unfortunately died in it
when I was eight.
My dad decided to keep us here.
So...
the family history continues.
I'm gonna take the gag
off you now.
And when I do that, I need you
to answer some questions.
Do not scream, 'cause it's only
gonna aggravate me,
and I promise you will
catch a bullet for it.
Lets begin.
Ugh.
For starters, Craig,
I'd like to know a little bit
more about you.
I mean, I'm a little offended
that you lied to my face
the moment I met you.
What kind of thief...
brings an ID...
to commit a crime, Robert.
Would you believe
anything you say? Hm?
You were willing to lie to me
when I put a gun on your face.
Maybe that means I need
to up the stakes, huh?
I got this box cutter here
about a year ago.
Never really had
much use for it.
Until right about now.
Something tells me you get
a kick out of it, too.
Hmm?
Ill get a job, man.
I got children, man.
You mother...
fucker, you fuck!
You deserve to be hunted.
All you do is prey on the weak,
to leach on to you.
I'm gonna put an end to that.
My people will hear
that I'm missing.
They're gonna come kill you!
That's what you were
looking for?
Yo, are we in trouble?
Mel! Yo,
why are you acting like this?
Yo, look at me, I'm your sister.
Huh?
You see, you see,
I told you.
I told you they were gonna come
get you. I...
told you they were
gonna come skin
your ass w-- motherfucker!
You can't give a--
-Shh...
You better pray.
You better pray
that it's not them,
because I'm praying that it is.
I want you to have this.
D-- what-- what the fuck
is this about?
In case something happens to me,
you can sell these.
Why are you saying this, Mel?
Mel, youre really
starting to scare me.
Can you please tell me
whats going on?
Clyde?
It's me,
Martha.
I love you.
Please take care of yourself.
Clyde?
Martha, huh.
-Hi.
- Hello.
How are you? You okay?
-Yeah, yeah.
-Did I--
-Did I came in bad time?
-Uh...
I brought you the
tres leches.
-Oh.
-As I told you.
Oh, uh...
-Pretty cool.
-How you like it?
I can bring you some
if you want it.
I can-- you have a little bit
of something I can put it on?
Actually, Martha, right now is--
is not, uh, really a--
a good time.
Oh, so sorry.
It's okay, um...
Eh-- I'll, uh,
make it up to you.
I'll-- I'll, uh,
clean your gutters.
Oh, I mean, maybe later?
Yeah, yeah, of course.
-Yeah.
-That sounds nice.
-Yes, yes.
-Okay. Um...
Well, I see you.
Yes, definitely.
I will, uh-- I will see you--
see you later.
-So, uh, have a good night.
-You too.
You too, and thank you.
- Bye bye.
-Bye bye.
Fuck you, you bastard!
-Let me go!
-Relax.
How long have you
been doing this?
-Doing what?
-Taking things that don't belong
to you.
How long have you
been doing this?
Probably since I was a kid.
You know, this is
my neighborhood.
I wasnt here before
to stop people like you
from making it unsafe.
But now...
But now what?
You're trying to clean it up?
Like some sort of fucking
vigilante? Superhero?
You have no idea the things
that Ive seen.
What Ive had to do
for this country.
Come back to
the land of the free!
And see everybody
living in fear.
Corruption on
every street corner.
Listen, man,
why don't you just let me go?
I'll walk right out of here and
I promise never to come back.
You have my word!
What makes you think...
...I would take you
at your word?
Hmm?
If anything, you should be
thinking about
how much better
this world would be...
without somebody like you in it.
Wait right here.
Here it is.
Let me show you what you almost
stole from me.
Seriously, man?
I mean,
I don't care what's in it.
You should care, Robert!
You should care!
But you're selfish.
And your selfish actions bring
repercussions for others.
You hurt people.
You hurt people
like that young girl
that you brought in on this.
That's on you.
Who do you think
called you here?
They pretend like
they don't know what I have.
I'm proud of what I did.
I wouldn't take anything back.
What up, dawg?
What's up, bro?
How you been doing?
Chilling, man, waiting on you.
Here you go.
-What was that for?
-Last night, the Eight ball.
How was it?
That shit was good, man.
-Yeah?
-Yeah, I like it.
M Radio,
Local Music.
Hey, folks,
Jimmy Dee here.
Today, we're gonna be
taking on callers
that have experienced
this new crime trend.
You might have been a victim
or maybe someone you know.
Porch pirates,
this new trending crime wave
has taken over
millions of homes.
We have our first caller.
Hey there, Jimmy,
big fan of the show.
I got robbed last month.
My security cameras
didn't get a good look.
But goddamn it, I was waiting
for an important package.
And within minutes, gone.
I still haven't been
reimbursed.
Thank you, caller.
I'm sure someone
will get back to you.
Here's our next caller now.
Someone needs to do
something
about this.
Damn right!
the audacity of these...
Are you a victim of these
porch pirates?
We wanna hear from you.
Call in now.
Come on, Pablito,
where the fuck you at, man?
Yes, yes, yes.
Come on, come on
Get in, get in, get in!
-You get it?
-I got it! I got it!
I fucking got it! Woo-hoo-hoo!
We did it!
They didn't even know
what hit 'em,
know what I'm saying?
Are you sure?
Yes, I'm fucking sure, man.
Alright, man, alright.
You know we can't afford
another screw up, right?
You know that, right?
What do we get?
It has to be good.
The whole store went after me.
I thought I was robbing a bank
for a moment.
What? What do you mean?
What could be in there?
What the fuck did you take?
Not sure, man.
I grab the most
expensive thing I saw.
Holy shit, Danny.
It's one of those iPod things.
This is fucking hot right now,
dude.
Shit, jackpot bro.
These are gonna sell high
in the street, man.
-We're eating good tonight.
-Fuck.
Dawg, we're eating good tonight.
We finally got something good,
man.
Finally.
Oh, fuck.
Hey, listen, I got a guy,
alright?
I'm gonna call him up,
I'm sure he's gonna give us
a good cut, alright?
Pablo, man, what the fuck
are you doing, bro?
Sorry, Danny boy.
It's a pretty big score.
Shit is tight right now,
you know what I'm saying?
I have someone I can take it to.
Put the phone down.
Man, stop fucking around.
Get the fucking gun
out of my face, bro.
Listen, man.
This aint worth it, bro.
You know how hard it is
to get a driver for this shit?
Huh? Who else are you
gonna trust for this, man?
My little cousin
just got his license, man.
Sure I can bring him in, like,
80/20...
-none of this...
50/50 bullshit, man.
-Seriously bro? Seriously?
-Yeah, Im serious.
-You gonna fucking do me
like this, bro? After
all this shit
we've been through?
-Fuck yeah.
-Youre fucked up, man.
Fuck you, bro.
Get the fucking gun
out of my fucking face, bro.
Get the fucking gun out of my--
Get the fucking gun
-out of my fucking--
I knew youd understand, dawg.
Fuck!
Hey, Kaila.
Hey, Daddy.
How's my baby girl, huh?
Everything okay?
I miss you, I miss you.
I miss you so much.
I miss you too, Daddy.
How's school, huh?
Everything okay? You ea--
you eat your lunch?
-Yes, I had a peanut butter
and jelly sandwich.
-Is that your father?
Peanut butter and jelly
sandwich, huh?
-Come on, give me the phone.
That sounds so good.
You have the money
for this month?
Not yet. I'm working on it.
I need the money now, okay?
It's been over three months.
Schools ain't
gonna wait for you.
I told you I'm working on it,
okay?
You'll have it when I have it.
Fuck!
Now put my daughter
back on the phone.
Listen, send the money soon,
or I'll make sure you never see
your daughter again.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Stop threatening me, alright?
I told you I'd get it.
Put Kaila back on.
Shit.
Hey, Daddy.
Hey, baby.
Listen, uh,
I gotta go, but we'll talk soon,
okay?
We'll-- we'll see each other
soon, I promise.
Okay.
Hey, we'll go see that movie
that you wanted to see.
Yeah? What-- what was it called?
You wanted to see, uh...
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
-Hello?
Got another one.
It's an easy pickup,
nobodys home.
Oh, shit.
One move and I will
shoot you where you stand.
Hey, man.
Look, I'm-- I'm really sorry.
I'll put it right back, okay?
Please take care of yourself.
I love you.
Sir,
if-- if I could just explain
my situation.
Shh.
Shut the fuck up,
shut the fuck up.
Turn around slowly.
The box.
Walk towards me.
Do it now.
Please don't shoot me, man.
Too late for all that
pleading now, boy.
Come on, this way.
I'm sorry, alright?
I-- I made a mistake.
Big time.
Now, you caught me
in a bad mood today,
so I'm just gonna lay down
the ground rules.
If you try to scream,
I will shoot you.
If you do anything stupid,
I will shoot you.
If you try to escape,
I will shoot you.
What?
Yo, I-- I gave back
the package, man.
Doesn't matter anymore, Daniel.
Well, you porch pirates
need to start taking a class
on this type of shit.
So what? You--
You're gonna kill me for--
for stealing you--
your fucking mail,
that-- that's it?
You know, I wanna know
why it is you do...
what you do.
Look, man, I--
I made a mistake, alright?
-I-- Im sorry, I--
-Okay.
I'll make it up to you, alright?
I-- I got you back.
-I got a job lined up,
and I need a muscle, somebody
who knows they're way
around guns.
I can get you a--
a fucking good ass cut, man.
-Shut the fuck up.
Daniel...
...Polanski.
You know,
years ago, I knew a man...
...with that very same name.
His name...
...was James Polanski.
Ring any bells?
For fuck's sake, man...
Yeah, yeah, that was, um--
that was my brother.
Why, you knew him?
Like I said,
small world.
We served together.
Watched him die
with my own two eyes.
Something about
watching a man...
...rip the soul out
of another man's body.
It does something to you.
When youre reminded
of the fragility of life,
you start to wonder
if it even matters.
My life has now
come full circle,
because here I am now...
staring into the eyes...
...of James's idiot,
kid brother.
So what?
Now you kill civilians?
Wheres your code of honor, huh?
Fuck!
Fuck you!
You know,
there was once a time,
when I would march into battle,
proud to know...
that I was keeping civilians
like you, safe.
Knowing, that my sacrifice
allowed you to sleep peacefully
like a baby at night.
But now that I'm home,
and I've integrated
with you ungrateful people...
...I've come to recognize that
people like you...
...don't need saving.
People like you need justice.
You see,
you're a piece of shit...
and I'm here to clean the slate.
You're sick.
You're sick, man.
You need help.
Daniel, Daniel! Look around!
You're the one that needs
helping, my friend.
You made your decision,
and I made mine.
Fate brought us right here.
Together,
on two opposing sides.
Now, I wonder
how that came to be.
I wonder what your brother
would say now.
You dont know shit
about my brother or me!
What kind of sick fucking person
does this?
What kind of sick fucking person
steals from somebody else?
I do it to feed
my daughter, man.
Everything I make goes to her.
I can't even hold down a job,
to pay for fucking
child support, man.
Plenty of work out there.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, that's real easy
for you to say, right?
You come back a fucking hero.
You can coast on by with fucking
government checks,
right?
Not me, buddy.
I'm an outcast.
I can't get a job
'cause of my record,
and I have to
fucking fight for it,
every fucking day!
You know,
Daniel, I hear the same things
being said all the time.
It doesn't make it right.
So that's it.
That's it, then.
You're gonna kill me.
Who's the bigger criminal here,
huh?
You know--
you know, Daniel,
in all my years,
you are the first one
that's made me think.
Congratulations.
Fuck your congrats!
I know what I did,
and I can live with it
knowing I tried my best
for my daughter, but you?
You? You're full of shit!
What do you do, huh?
You're cleaning up the streets?
You're as dirty as they come!
Alright?
And I've got news for you,
buddy.
It doesn't even matter.
Nobody's fucking keeping score.
Least of all for
a fucking murderer like you.
Your bullshit story...
...will not make me pity you.
You know, Daniel,
you're not the first cockroach
Ive killed.
And I can bet
you won't be the last.
Hello?
Is there anyone home?
This is the sheriff's
department.
The windows are mostly covered,
I can't even see inside.
Let's get back to the station,
and see if we can get a warrant.
Sir?
We heard your phone.
We have probable cause
to believe that
someone in this house
is in danger,
if you do not respond
we will kick the door down.
- Evening.
-Sir, are you the owner
of this house?
This house, yes, I am.
Haven't I seen
you two here before?
Perhaps, we receive
lots of calls per day.
I see.
Is there anyone else...
here in your home, right now?
-Oh, here? No.
-Yes.
No, its just me.
-Just you, huh?
- That's right.
Well look, we've been getting
a lot of calls
about some people gone missing.
You know anything about that?
-Missing?
-Yes.
No. No, nothing.
Can we check inside?
Uh, it's honestly
a mess in there,
I'd-- I'd rather not.
Is there...
anything I can
help you two with?
You have a good night.
You too. Thank you.
-Have a great night.
-Alright, you too.
Thank you for your service, too.
-Let's go.
- I remember
that...
Yeah?
Shit!
The only way out
is with these keys.
Try your luck if you like.
In fact,
I dare you.
-Ah!
Ah!
No! Not that, you little shit.
You put that down.
You have no idea what that is.
- This?
-Yeah.
Yeah?
Let me go,
or I'll fucking smash it!
-I swear to god.
-No, no, no!
Ugh!
Okay, okay.
- Yeah?
- Okay.
Grab the keys, grab the keys,
open the door,
and you'll never see me again,
and I swear to God,
I'll put this down,
you'll never see me again.
-Just open the door.
- Okay.
- Go!
-I'm going!
Clyde Winters?
This is for my sister.
Who's your sister?
Don't shoot, don't shoot!
-Who the fuck are you?
-Im a victim, Im a vi-- This--
this crazy motherfucker
captured me, he wants to kill
me, I just wanna get out,
I just wanna get out.
I just wanna get out.
I don't know you.
Get on the floor or I'll fucking
-shoot you, too!
- Okay, okay, okay.
-Ah!
Oh, fuck.
You know,
just like your sister,
-following a man into hell.
Let me show you
how much it burns.
Come on, relax, little girl.
This will be over soon.
Now, let's kill him
before he wakes up.
Wait, what,
youre gonna kill him?
Fucking killed my sister,
and he almost
-killed the both of us.
-Alright.
Men like him
don't deserve to live.
Yeah. Yeah, but we got him.
Alright? Look at him,
I mean he--
he's just-- he's just
a fucked-up vet.
-Alright?
-What the fuck?
That's bullshit,
and you know it.
Listen, I know killers.
Alright? You don't
wanna be one of them.
Trust me.
What do you know, huh?
You don't know me.
I know--
I know that that you don't wanna
spend the rest of your life
in prison.
Okay? And I--
and I know that yo--
you wanna do right
by your sister.
So just think about it.
Are you willing...
to spend the rest of your life
feeling guilty
for taking somebody else's life?
Huh?
Fuck!
Shit!
Listen, let's get the hell
out of here.
Come on, let's go.
Stay.
We're all just getting
to know each other.
I've been waiting a long time
for this, you son of a bitch!
Is that so?
I know who you are.
I know what you're trying to do.
But you went about it
the wrong fucking way!
What do you know? Hmm?
I know your name is
Clyde Winters.
I know you served our country.
You shut the fuck up.
I know you had a daughter
named Rosie,
huh?
I only see an urn
for your father.
-Wheres the--
-Shut the fuck up!
Tonight's story, in a dark
twisted turn of events,
a war veteran takes the law
into his own hand.
The local authorities aren't
giving us too much information
at this time.
Something's not right here.
I got you something.
-Really?
-Yeah.
You like it?
Go play, open it up.
Hey, you.
Hey.
Where'd you go?
Why, you miss me?
Maybe.
Did Kaila like her gift?
Yeah, she's playing with it now.
Careful with the shoulder.
Sorry.
It's all good.
There are multiple
traces of blood scattered
around the property.
Could there be multiple victims?
Clyde Winters has stopped over
26 thieves
from stealing packages in this
part of the neighborhood.
Bye, Daddy.
Love you.
Nice to meet you, Stacey.
Nice to meet you, Kaila.
Bye, sweetie.
Wait up, Daniel.
Great.
This wont be awkward.
Um,
this package arrived here today.
It has your name on it.
You know, if youre gonna
send things here you need
to let me know.
Thanks.
Ah, it won't happen again.
Yeah,
better not.
Police say to be on
the lookout for Clyde Winters,
the captor... of porch pirates.
What is it, Dan?