The Guard Room (2026) Movie Script
1
[intro music playing]
[outdoor noise]
[ominous sound]
[car approaching]
[ominous sound continues]
[radio static]
[radio static]
[theme music playing]
[car door closing]
[theme music continues]
[suspenseful music]
- Hey.
Hey, you.
Come here.
[outdoor noise]
[footsteps]
- Hello.
- You're here for the
graveyard shift, right?
- Yes, I am.
- Sorry, my boss told
me like five minutes ago,
I'm training someone tonight.
First time?
- Excuse me?
- First time doing security?
I can tell.
- Oh, you can tell?
- Yeah, noobs always
give off a certain vibe.
Anyway, name's Lucas.
- I guess you gotta start somewhere, right?
I'm Hilda.
So yeah, I got my guard card
and I did those online training modules.
- So you survived all the
ultimate time wasters, huh?
Alright, well, let's get started.
Come on, I'll give you a tour inside.
- Okay.
[loud thud]
- So this is our base of operations.
- And what exactly is all this?
- Your guess is as good as mine.
The client basically pays
us to watch all this shit,
so who are we to complain?
It's basically free money.
[footsteps]
Now here is our lovely
state-of-the-art kitchen.
I stock it myself on occasion.
Only the best stuff.
Now here's a life hack for you.
These water bottles,
they also function as a sink.
[rubbing]
- Mm-hmm.
[rustles]
[crunch]
[loud chewing]
[footsteps]
- Welcome to the guard room.
[clanks]
I'll clean it up later,
just leave it there.
- When was the last time
these floors were cleaned?
- Don't get too close to the floor, okay?
I've seen roaches and
rodents run through there.
- Oh, okay.
- Here, [kicks] grab a seat.
[thud]
[clicks]
- So, this is it?
[drags]
- Well, yeah, what did you expect?
[drags]
- I don't know.
I was picturing something
different in my head.
- Ahh.
Let me guess, [exhales]
you're picturing something
a little more high-tech?
A whole crack team of security agents
keeping their eyes glued
on a wall of monitors 24/7?
You've been watching too many movies, kid.
Truth be told, this
company does not give a shit.
- Well, I don't know,
but at least I guess I was
expecting someplace cleaner.
[squeaks]
- Yeah, well, you get
used to the filth, honestly.
[clicks]
[exhales]
[clicks]
[clicks]
- So, what is it that we do here?
- You're looking at it.
Just keep your eye on the monitor.
Use this remote to switch
through the different camera feeds.
You can use this or the
main console right here.
- What's with the broken monitor?
- Hmm? Oh.
Yeah, that.
Um.
We used to look at all our
archive footage on that computer,
but we only have the
live feed to work with now.
- What happened to it?
[squeaks]
- Uh, some homeless guy came
through here and busted it up.
There's a whole camp of degradation people
living across the street.
They like to run through
here from time to time.
- You know, I think advocates
call them unhoused now.
- [scoffs] Jesus Christ.
Do these fucking advocates
and activists ever give it a goddamn rest?
I mean, back in my day, we
called them what they were.
Tramps, hobos, degenerates,
deadbeats, pieces of shit.
I mean, do we need to rewrite
the English dictionary every ten years?
Jesus.
- Yeah, it can be very
hard to keep up with all that.
- Luckily, you don't have to
worry about that too much.
I mean, you're working the graveyard shift.
Everything's closed during those hours.
Everyone's sleeping.
- And what do we do if
there's an issue that happens?
- Sight phone.
We use this to make all our
calls and receive all our calls,
give our, you know, hourly reports.
Speaking of which,
I think it's about that time
right now we do our first report.
Why don't you follow me?
[footsteps]
[rumbles]
So what made you choose
this lovely career path?
- I needed money.
- Yeah, don't we all?
Seriously, this line of work
tends to draw in the weirdos.
- It was either this or customer service.
And I hate customer service.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
I worked at McDonald's for two
months and I almost lost my mind.
Do you know people can be
really picky about their food?
I had this one guy complain
because there was a
tiny onion in his burger.
Just eat the freaking burger, man.
One onion is not gonna kill you.
- People can be dicks. [camera shutter]
You know, that's why I
like working here, you know?
No manager breathing down my neck.
No co-workers bickering in my ear.
I get to be my own boss.
- It seems you can get lonely, though.
- Not really.
I tend to make all my family
calls when I'm on the clock.
That way I don't have to
do it when I'm, you know,
back at home with them.
[distant rumbles]
Hey!
[rumbles]
Yes, you!
What the fuck do you think you're doing?
[footsteps]
[liquid drips]
Hey! Excuse me.
- Sorry, man.
- You see a bathroom sign
hanging down from that fence?
- I couldn't hold it.
Everything's locked.
What am I supposed to do?
- So you thought you'd just
come over here and do it here?
- No.
- You think I like to
smell your fucking piss
while I'm doing my rounds?
- No, no, not at all.
- How do you think that shit smells, huh?
- Probably pretty bad.
- That's right, really bad.
Fucking terrible.
You fucking animal.
- Sorry, man.
- You have anything
else to say for yourself?
- Sorry, dude.
[clears throat]
- Come here, my guy.
If I catch you down here one
more time pissing on my fence,
I'm gonna grab you by your fucking head.
I'm gonna piss down your goddamn throat.
We'll see how you like it, okay?
That's right, run.
You fucking run, asshole!
- Jeez, did you have to be that harsh?
- Got him to leave, didn't it?
[camera shutter]
Alright, so you're gonna want to do
a patrol every hour on the hour.
Make sure there's no suspicious
activity going on out here.
And if you see any homeless people,
you kick their sorry asses out of here.
You're gonna take three
pictures with this phone.
Now, the pictures could be of anything.
The trees, the buildings,
the ground, the sky, your ass.
It doesn't matter because no
one's ever gonna check the report.
- Then what's the point?
- Well, they might check it if
something major goes down,
but honestly, it's just busy
work to make it seem like
you're actually doing
something significant here.
- So basically,
we walk around every hour
and take three pictures, right?
- Yep, boom.
Pretty much mastered this job already.
So what in the hell is this?
- Is that somebody we know?
- No.
No one's supposed to be here right now.
[heavy sigh]
Well, we should probably go
talk to the son of a bitch, right?
Probably just some dumbass kids
dealing or doing drugs out of the car.
- Do we have to?
- Part of the job, remember?
Come on.
([car engine revs)
[tense sound]
Hey! Hey!
[car horns]
[car horns, engine revving]
Hey, fuck you!
See, my rule around here is
they cut you off, you flip them off.
But he's not coming back.
Uniform does most of the work for you.
- Does scary things like this happen often?
- Scary?
[scoffs]
Girl, this is the easiest money
you're ever gonna make.
- Okay.
[footsteps]
- So after every patrol,
you're gonna want to send
your pictures to the main office.
Basically, all you're gonna put
is, area secured, and hit send.
- And that's it?
- That's it.
So now,
we have approximately 56
minutes before your next patrol.
So... [rumbles]
- Wait.
What?
Are we allowed to drink on the clock?
Aren't you worried about getting chopped?
- Um, excuse me, Mr. Manager?
Is it okay if we have a drink?
I don't think he seems to mind.
[pops]
Bottoms up.
[liquid drips]
- Okay, then.
[pops]
[crash]
[clanks]
So, seriously, this is
all there is to this job?
- Pretty much.
I mean, you got it easy
doing the graveyard shift.
It's pretty quiet for the most part.
Barely anyone calls the safe phone.
- Do they call the sight phone often?
- Uh, very rarely.
There's this warehouse
at the end of the street.
They like to complain about anything.
So usually I just take my
time getting down there,
so by the time I do get down there,
the issue already resolved itself.
- Well, I guess just the act
of calling the guard helps.
[chuckles]
Right?
So, is there anything we
need to do before we leave?
- No, not really.
I mean, we're just killing time
before the morning shift guard arrives.
[breathes heavily]
Guy's name is Patrick.
Nice guy, but he's one of those foreigners.
Doesn't speak much English.
[squeaks]
Speak of the devil.
What up, Pat?
- Hello, hello.
No fire.
- No fire.
No homeless.
- No homeless.
No car crash.
- No car crash.
No break in.
- No break in.
[lip trills]
[chuckles]
New guard?
- Yeah, this is Hilda.
She's doing the graveyard shift.
- Oh, graveyard shift.
Yes, yes, good.
- Hi, I'm Hilda.
Nice to meet you.
- Good to meet. I'm Patrick.
[squeaks]
- Nice kid.
[scoffs]
- What was with the...
[beatbox sound]
- Yeah, the handshake thing.
That's just something we do
just to confirm that
the area is clear outside.
But don't worry,
you don't have to worry about that.
Usually it's no fire, no homeless,
no break in, no car crash type day.
So you're good, girl, all right?
- So you do pass on anything that happened
to the following guard?
- Yep.
In this case, not a goddamn thing.
So the floor is yours.
It was a pleasure training you, Miss Hilda.
I'm going to go sleep off this hangover.
And until next time, I bid you adieu.
- Yes, it was a pleasure training with you.
- Likewise.
So, place is yours.
I mean, do whatever you want.
I mean, hell, I can flick
your bean for all I care.
Have at it.
[scoffs]
- Have you seen how dirty it is in here?
[chuckles]
No thanks.
I'll leave that for home.
- Hey, I'm just saying.
There's no one here to judge.
Except maybe God.
Peace.
- Bye, Patrick.
- See you tomorrow.
[footsteps]
[theme music playing]
[clanks]
[soft thud]
[upbeat music playing]
[mysterious sound]
[upbeat music continues]
[upbeat music continues]
[upbeat music continues]
[upbeat music continues]
- No suspicious activity detected.
[upbeat music continues]
[theme music playing]
[upbeat music continues]
[mysterious sound]
[upbeat music continues]
[phone camera shutters]
[upbeat music continues]
[upbeat music ends]
[tense sound]
[phone camera shutters]
No suspicious activity detected.
[footsteps]
[tense sound]
[loud cough]
[tense sound]
Excuse me, sir?
You cannot be here.
I'm going to need you to move.
Sir?
You cannot be here.
This is private property.
I'm going to need you to leave.
[tense sound]
Thanks for your cooperation.
- Rip your fucking head off.
- Excuse me?
- I'm going to rip your fucking head off!
- Sir, you can go
anywhere else but not here.
Please move along.
- I'll kill you.
[stomps]
I'll fucking kill you!
[spits]
- If you stay here, you're trespassing
and I will call the police.
[phone camera shutters]
[phone camera shutters]
[exhales]
Okay then.
[clicks]
[soft thud]
- Good morning.
Well, hello.
- No fire?
- There was no fire.
- No homeless?
- Actually, yes.
There was one unhoused, yes.
- One unhoused?
- Yeah, you know, homeless.
- Oh, good, good.
Homeless leave.
That I like.
- It was an old man.
Kind of creepy, but don't worry.
He left.
And there were no car
crashes and no break-ins.
- Good, good.
You go home now? Sleep?
- Yeah, I need to catch up on some.
[snors]
Have a good one, Patrick.
- You too.
[footsteps]
- Bye.
[subtle music playing]
[subtle music continues]
[heavy exhales]
[subtle music continues]
[burps]
[crumples]
[short videos playing]
- Hey!
You're going the wrong way.
[short videos playing]
[subtle music playing]
[subtle music continues]
[Scissors Clip]
[subtle music ends]
[birds squawking]
[subtle music playing]
[ominous sound]
[ominous sound continues]
[heavy sighs]
- My favorite part of the day.
I get to go home and
look at your beautiful face.
- Yeah, rub it in now
that I'm just starting.
Why don't cha.
- And how are we
enjoying our first few days
of this super important job?
- Well, it's been good.
Easy money, right?
But actually, there was this
creepy unhoused man yesterday.
- So we ran into our first
creepy homeless, huh?
Congratulations.
Didn't take long, did it?
- He said he was going to rip off my head.
- That's a new one.
You let him try it?
[fake laughs]
- Not funny.
It got kind of intense.
I was worried something
might have gone down.
- Don't be such a pussy, okay?
These homeless guys
aren't going to do shit.
They're all bark, no bite.
- Yeah, I don't know.
They don't have much to lose.
- You'll get used to it sooner or later.
- I don't know if I want to.
- Well, anyway, I'm outie.
Peace.
[clicks]
- No suspicious activity detected.
[light flickers]
[ominous sound]
[light flickers]
[air blows]
- Hey.
Hey, you.
Security.
- Hello? Can I help you?
- Howdy, miss.
You must be the new guard.
- Yes.
Yes, I am.
- Oh, that's fantastic.
Always great to see a new face.
- Uh-huh.
- Would you like some za?
I know you guards like
to work real hard and all.
- I'm good.
Thank you.
- It's probably a good idea.
This za ain't that fresh.
- Um, are you trying to get through?
Because you know
there's nothing here, right?
- Yeah, I have eyes.
I can see that all the
buildings are closed.
Uh.
I'm on my way home.
So, uh, there's a laundromat
just a few streets that way.
And I gotta get the steps in, you see.
- I'm glad you're getting your exercise in.
[police sirens]
- So you're the replacement
for the guard that just died.
How brave of you, girl.
- What?
Excuse me?
- Uh, you know, the
security guard they just found
laying in the middle of the parking lot.
What was his name?
[ominous sound]
Oh, James.
[ominous sound continues]
- What?
I'm just hearing about this.
- Oh, I thought they'd tell you that
considering it's important
information and all.
But, uh, what do I know?
- How, how did James die?
- Well, see, that's the thing.
I don't know.
I think it was blunt force trauma
to the upper torso or something.
You know, I used to talk to
James every once in a while.
So I'd ask him, but he's dead.
Yeah.
- Right.
- Anywho, I'll let you
guards do your patrol thing.
I'll let you go.
[ominous sound]
[light flickers]
[explodes]
[mysterious music playing]
[mysterious music continues]
[ominous sound]
[mysterious music continues]
[ominous sound]
- Hello?
[footsteps]
Lucas?
Anybody here?
[thud]
Hi, Lucas.
[rumbles]
- How'd you know it was me?
[switch]
- For one, we always work the same shift.
And second, I saw you walk into the room.
There are not too many places to hide.
- Someone woke up on the
wrong side of the bed this morning.
- Oh, well, maybe because
somebody forgot to mention that,
I don't know, a guard died here?
- What, are you talking about James?
- Yeah, the security guard
that I guess I replaced.
- I'm sorry.
I thought the manager would have told you.
- The manager didn't say shit.
How did he die?
- Well, that's the thing.
Nobody knows.
The investigation's still ongoing.
If you want my opinion,
I think he just tripped and
fell real hard to the ground.
- I highly doubt that.
Didn't he have blunt force trauma?
- Yeah, but maybe he just
hit the ground really hard.
- Did the cameras catch anything?
- No, the archived footage
was all busted up, remember?
- Can we call the
manager to get this fixed?
- You can try, but I guarantee
he's not going to answer his phone.
I've already texted him
like five times already.
- The mailbox is full and cannot accept
any messages at this time.
Goodbye.
[grunts, beeps]
[slams]
- Told you.
- Does this guy ever clear his voicemail?
- I think he keeps it full on purpose
so he doesn't have to talk to us.
- What if James was murdered?
- Probably was murdered.
You want my personal theory?
I think James got a little
too cocky, a little too arrogant.
He went downstairs to teach
those homeless guys a lesson.
Went out there with
his chest all puffed out
and they weren't having any of it.
So they grabbed some lead pipes,
started beating him over the head with it,
pushed him up against the walls,
started bucking him up,
kicking the shit out of him.
What?
- That's not funny.
- Look, I don't know why you're
so concerned about this, okay?
I mean, all you have to
do is watch the monitor,
see what's going on outside.
You'll be fine, okay?
If you're that worried about it,
buy some pepper spray and a knife.
I don't know what to tell you.
- Are you fucking serious right now?
I'm going to try the manager again.
- Yeah, good luck with that.
I'm going home.
[footsteps]
- The mailbox is full.
And cannot accept this.
[grunts, slams]
- Yeah, I told you
that's not going to work.
- Fucking manager!
Take your shit!
[thud]
[footsteps]
[grunts]
[footsteps]
[rustles]
[ominous sound]
[eerie sound]
Hey!
Hey!
Wait!
[footsteps]
What the...
[phone camera shutters]
[loud bang]
[footsteps]
[squeaks]
No suspicious activity detected.
[phone shuts]
[soft thud]
[rustles]
[rummages]
[horns]
[outdoor noise]
[ominous sound]
[clicks]
[rustles]
- Sixth floor.
[thud]
Going down.
- Hi, good morning.
- Hi, how can I help you out?
- I was wondering if you guys have a way
to get off some footage
from this hard drive?
- Yikes! What happened to this?
- Unhoused people.
- Unhoused people?
Yeah.
Okay.
Well, what is it you're trying to recover?
- Video footage?
You see, there's this
guard that died at my site.
- What?
- You work at Prospect Warehouse District?
- Yeah, that place.
- What happened?
- You didn't hear about
the guy that they found
just laying in the parking lot?
- No.
What?
- And I was hoping
that maybe this hard drive
can help the investigation.
- Okay, well,
I'll give it to IT and see
what they can come up with.
- How did the investigation
team even miss that?
- I don't know.
This seems like an
important piece of evidence.
- Yeah, but I don't know.
I've been working there
for just two weeks, so...
- Alright, well, I will give it to IT.
It may take them a couple
days to process the information.
- That's fine.
Thank you so much.
- You got it.
[phone ringing]
[phone ringing]
- So, how is Prospect treating you?
- It's a job.
Pays the bills.
- At that location, are you,
do you have a partner, or are
you by yourself at that location?
- I'm by myself.
- That must be pretty creepy then, huh?
- It's not that bad.
You kind of get used to it.
The place is more filthy
than creepy, to be honest.
- Hmm, filthy.
Um, well, just be
careful over there, and...
Oh, remember, if Prospect's
a little too much for you,
you can always transfer sites.
- I'll be fine.
It's mostly quiet most of the time, so...
- Well, when it's mostly
quiet, that's when you, um...
Keep your eyes and ears open.
- Okay, uh.
So, I did go to IT,
and they're getting everything
processed, looking into it.
Uh, it could take up to
two weeks, a couple weeks.
Is that okay?
- Yeah, I guess.
- Is there anything else
we can help you with today?
- Um, actually, yes.
Do you happen to have
a smaller size of uniform?
Had to cut mine.
- No.
They've had to make
some financial cutbacks,
and we are all just making
do with the uniforms we have.
And I like what you've done there.
It looks good.
It's all good.
You're fine.
- Okay, thank you.
- Call or text for updates.
- Okay.
- Alright, bye.
[upbeat music playing]
[heavy breathing]
- Woo!
What?
Hey! Hey!
Hey! You!
[tense sound]
[dings]
Hey!
[elevator closes]
[footsteps]
[door opens]
[door closes]
Excuse me?
[bell tolls]
- Come on, come on, you coward!
I know you're here.
Come on!
Come on!
Are you hiding in there?
Come on!
[door opens]
Come on, you owe me big time!
[screams]
Where are you? Come out, come out!
[rapid breathing]
[thud]
[footsteps]
- Can I help you?
- Where is he?
- Where is who?
- Come out, come out, you coward!
You think this is funny?
Hiding from me?
Have you seen James?
- No, I have not.
- If you're still here in ten minutes,
and I still don't have my money,
I'm going to come back.
And kill you.
[eerie sound]
[footsteps]
[phone camera shutters]
- Guess I'll be doing
driving patrols tonight.
[birds outside]
- Charlotte Grace and her
family were looking forward
to celebrating wedding
arrangements made with her fianc,
James Spree,
until tragedy struck at
Prospect Warehouse District,
where James was found
dead lying in the parking lot.
The investigation of his
death is currently still ongoing.
Unfortunately, this morning,
the bodies of Charlotte Grace,
Nora Grace and John Grace
were discovered in the family home
with gunshot wounds, the
police said in a statement.
Apparently, the cause of death is suicide.
Officers found a note in the
house from Charlotte Grace
mentioning she could not
live without the love of her life.
According to San Jose County
District Attorney Ron Origins,
there is no mention
of foul play at this time.
[thud]
[stomps]
[footsteps]
[taps]
- Hey, sleeping beauty.
It's shift change time, remember?
Sorry I ruined your nap.
- No, you're, uh, you're good.
Let me, um, let me
just clean all this shit up.
[footsteps]
- Did you know that the
family in-laws of James,
they all died?
- What is it now?
- Well, apparently after James died here,
the family he was going to get married to,
they all committed suicide.
- Okay, so?
- Okay, so, well, it's weird, isn't it?
- Girl, welcome to security.
It's full of weird shit going on
Speaking of which, there's a tent outside
you should probably keep your eye on.
- A tent?
- Yeah. [clicks]
It's right outside the...
Let me just show you.
Here, the sight phone.
Come on.
[footsteps]
These homeless shitheads
mooching off our property once again.
Look at this shit.
They have the balls to set up a tent
and everything like they
own the goddamn place.
- Did you kick him out?
- Well, I denta see him, but
if you happen to run into him,
you kick his fucking ass, yeah?
- Yeah.
- Good girl.
- Hey, you okay?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I'll be fine.
I'm just dealing with one
bitch of a hangover right now.
- You okay to drive?
- Yeah.
I've made it home in a lot
worse condition than this before.
It's just an average Tuesday for me, girl.
On that note, I'll let you have at it.
Feel free to throw this fucking monstrosity
in the dumpster when you get a chance.
And hey, don't you get killed out there.
[scoffs]
Bad guys everywhere.
[phone camera shutters]
- Good night.
[phone camera shutters]
[thud]
[slurps]
[rustles]
[footsteps]
- The Binder.
[rustles]
[soft thuds]
[rustles]
[paper rustles]
[ominous sound]
Hello?
Anyone back there?
Anyone sleeping here?
[zips]
[phone camera shutters]
[footsteps]
Shit.
[ominous sound]
Hello?
Anyone here?
Hello?
[suspenseful music]
Hello?
Oh, Fuck this.
[gasps]
[tense music]
[tense sound]
[screams]
- It's me, it's me.
- Patrick.
Woo.
- You?
Good?
- Yes.
No, yes.
You just caught me by surprise, that's all.
Woo.
- No fire?
- There was no fire, but...
I recommend you don't
go out in the back today.
- Back?
Why?
- There's an unhoused
who does not seem friendly.
- You report?
- Yeah, no.
Yes, I will make sure to put it in the app.
- Good, good.
That I like.
- Woo.
Okay.
Have a nice shift, Patrick.
And wait till the sun comes
up to do the first patrol, okay?
- Yes, sun, warm.
Exactly.
- See you tomorrow.
- Yes.
See you tomorrow, Patrick.
[footsteps]
[footsteps]
[Car door closes]
[Leaf blowers blowing]
[knocks]
[door opens]
- No, we don't want what you're selling.
- Oh, wait, wait.
Hold on a second.
I'm not here to sell anything.
I'm just wondering if I can
ask you if James lived here?
- James?
How did you know my son?
He doesn't owe you anything, does he?
- Oh, no, no, no.
No, actually, I never met James.
And I'm so sorry for your loss.
I just work where he used to and...
I don't know.
Something about his
story just called out to me.
Is it okay if you tell me more about him?
- I got nobody else to talk to, so...
Sure, come on in.
- Thank you.
[door closes]
- Go and have a seat.
- Thank you.
[footsteps]
[rustles]
[rips]
[water running]
[water pours]
[dishes in background]
- Sorry.
I don't have any milk.
So there won't be any dunkin' today.
- You're fine.
I prefer these cookies dry anyway, so...
- Well, I was worried you might be
another one of those debt collectors
sent here to harass me again.
But I'm glad you're not.
- Debt collectors?
- Yeah.
You see, when my wife,
May, died, James's stepmom,
it really messed poor James up.
He was really into poker.
[chuckles]
It started out as an
innocent childhood game.
We'd gamble with Oreos,
and he got so good he
would win the entire bag.
And then he would sit there
and eat them all in front of us
as sort of as a victory celebration.
Just a good family fun time.
But his gambling addiction got
the best of him over the years.
And soon he started gambling
with money he didn't have.
And when you start owing
people you really shouldn't,
well, that's when things get dicey.
- Wait, um, how much money did he owe?
- I don't know, but it must
have been a lot considering
some of the things those
so-called debt collectors would do.
They would sit out in front of
their house and honk their horns
every hour and the hour all night long.
One morning we wake up
and our tires are all flattened.
Another time they call his cell phone
so often he has to turn it off.
We couldn't get a hold of him for days.
- That sounds awful.
I'm so sorry.
The only good thing
to come out of his death
is he took those debts
to the grave with him.
Although there's still a few of those guys
who come around asking.
- So you think these debt collectors
had something to do with his death?
- I wouldn't be surprised if they did.
If only he'd gone to his wedding that day
instead of going to work.
- Excuse me, he went to
work on his wedding day?
- He did.
I got this video.
Sent to me from his girlfriend, Charlotte.
- Are you being serious right now?
- Wait, are you filming me right now?
What are you...
- Yes, because you're acting crazy.
We can't reschedule our wedding.
It's in five days.
Why can't we just do it?
- It's just financially,
I don't think now is the right time.
[scoffs]
- Okay, so you want to
work at that shitty site
on the day of our wedding.
Why are you prioritizing
that over our wedding?
- Hey, I need the money.
Okay? Then...
- For what?
For what, James?
I would think our wedding day
would be more important to you.
- Hey, hey.
We're going to have our wedding.
- No.
No.
Fuck that and fuck you.
This is not happening.
We're not changing this wedding.
[door slams]
- So, she tried to go
ahead with the wedding
and James didn't show.
He decides to go to work instead.
- And that's the night that he died?
- Yeah, it is.
I tried to convince him to
go forward with the wedding.
I thought it might do him good
to have something
positive to focus on his life.
But a part of me thinks it's his fate.
His punishment for ghosting Charlotte.
- And then, Charlotte's family?
- Off themselves a few days later.
It was brutal.
Poor girl, her heart was broken.
And her parents losing their only child,
you really can't blame them either.
- Yeah, but still, to do that...
- No parent wants their
kid to die before they do.
Trust me.
But enough about the past.
What's someone like you
working at a place like that?
- Well, it's a job.
- That place always
rubbed me the wrong way.
If I were you, I'd be
looking for another job.
- Thanks for the advice.
- I'm sorry.
Just be safe out there.
[bites cookie]
- Hey.
[dings]
[elevator closes]
Hello, there.
- Hey, this is the girl of the hour.
- You're the guy from the office, right?
- Yeah, yeah, my name's Lance.
Nice seeing you again.
- Likewise.
- Lance here was just doing a site check.
- Just checking up on him,
making sure he's doing his job.
Slacker.
- Please, if there's any
slacking going on around here,
it's this guy.
You know, I once caught him
looking at porn in the car before.
- Yo, dude.
Hey, like I said, keep it between us.
Stop telling everybody.
- Who cares, man?
No one's getting Me Too'd here.
You think management gives a shit.
- Part of the job is to
make your own fun, right?
Not in that way, but you
know what I'm saying.
- Right.
Yeah.
Anyway, how is the site today?
Is that tent still there?
- Ah, the tent.
Yeah, well, I didn't see it on my way in,
so I guess Patrick took care of it,
so you're in the clear tonight, girl.
- That's right.
And remember,
if this site is just too creepy for you,
you can always, if not more, you know,
encourage and recommend it,
just transfer out to another
location that's better like that.
- Well, that's good to
know, but you know what?
I think I'll stay for a little while.
This warehouse district
is so close to my house
that I have a very nice commute.
- Well, on that note, I'm outie, 500.
Here you go.
- Thank you.
- Have fun.
- Right, yeah.
Everything looks good over here.
Actually here for once,
so I'll be heading out.
You good, though?
- Yeah, thank you.
- Everything?
- Yeah.
Bye, boys.
[inaudible]
[elevator closes]
[upbeat music playing]
[thud]
[thud]
[pauses game]
[thud]
[footsteps]
[insects chirping]
Excuse me, miss, you cannot go up there.
Hey, miss, can you hear me?
[tense sound]
Hello?
Are you kidding me?
[footsteps]
What the?
No way.
Nope.
[footsteps]
[drops]
Oh!
[tense sound]
[keys rattles]
- I cannot accept any
messages at this time.
Goodbye.
[beeps]
- Dammit!
[door closes]
- Fucking prick.
[ominous sound]
Fucking prick.
Fucking prick.
You can't hide.
[phone camera shutters]
You can't hide from me.
You took it.
You took it.
Fucking prick.
You fucking prick.
[running]
[slamming door]
[clicks]
[slamming door continues]
[phone rings]
- 911, what's your emergency?
- Hi, hi, yes, this is the security guard
from the Prospect Warehouse District.
Please, I need backup now.
There are two unhoused
people that are very aggressive.
Please, come.
- Okay, remain calm.
I'll dispatch someone now.
- Thank you.
- Just stay [inaudible]
[slamming door, screams]
[sirens]
- So I did a perimeter
check and I checked the roof.
Everything seems to be clear.
Did you happen to see
where these people went?
- No, I was locked in the bathroom.
- I see.
So did these unhoused
people actually try to harm you
or did you just get spooked?
- Didn't you see the axe there?
- An axe? No.
And I didn't see any rope either.
[indistinct radio chatter]
- So what do we do?
- I could take a report
with your statements
but seeing as there's no property damage
and nobody got hurt, we're
just going to have to let this go.
- Are you serious?
- Oh, yeah.
Homelessness is a very
complex social problem
that is very difficult to enforce.
My advice, always
remember your escape routes.
Keep a safe distance
until you feel comfortable
with the situation.
Most of the time it's unhoused
people will leave on their own.
- Yeah.
Okay.
Thank you for coming anyway.
- Sure.
I'm going to head out.
Are we good here?
- Yeah, I guess.
- Have a good day miss.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[door opens]
- Hello, hello.
Cop here.
Bad news?
- Yeah.
Aggressive unhoused people.
- Aggressive unhoused, yes.
Bad, bad indeed.
TV computer good?
- TV computer?
- Yes, computer.
Cracked.
Bad cracks.
Very aggressive.
But door locked.
How get in?
No clue?
- You mean the monitor?
Yeah, the monitor is still there
and the busted computer
is in the room too, so...
- Oh, yes, yes.
Still there.
Morning time.
Hope for peace.
No fire?
- Hey, Patrick, did you
see any unhoused person
when you were coming?
- Unhoused?
- Did you see anyone out there?
- Hmm. No see, no see.
Parking lot clear.
No fire? No fire?
- No fire, two unhoused,
no break-ins, no car crash.
Good night.
- Ah, yes, night end.
Morning begin.
- Whatever.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[grunts]
[grunts]
[deep sigh]
[rumbles]
[grunts]
[rummages]
[clicks]
[car engine starts]
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
[dramatic music playing]
[door opens]
[door closes]
[dramatic music continues]
[rustles]
[rustles]
[dramatic music continues]
[squeaks]
[water running]
[door closes]
[dramatic music continues]
[water running ends]
[rustles]
[mysterious sound]
[soft thud]
[door bells]
[knocks]
[door bells]
[knocks]
[door opens]
[tense sound]
[door closes]
- I'm so close.
So close.
[eerie sound]
- Lucas?
Lucas?
[rustles]
[drags]
[thud]
[footsteps]
Lucas?
- Please!
- Give me my fucking money.
Give me my money!
- Get off me!
- Hey.
Hey.
Stop it, right now.
Stop it.
[ominous sound]
- You're fucking dead, man.
[coughs]
- Where the fuck is my money?
I want my money!
- Fuck you!
- Hello, police?
- Yes, I'm calling from the
Prospect Warehouse District.
We need backup now.
Thank you.
[tense sound]
[coughs]
[indistinct radio chatter]
- Yo man, I'm just trying to get my money.
I've got bills to pay.
- You think this
situation is unique to you?
- Look, just tell me where
James is and I'll be on my way.
- You'll be on your way, alright.
Downtown to get booked.
[indistinct radio chatter]
- Hey, you okay?
- Yeah, I'll be fine.
Just hope that asshole gets
what he has coming to him.
What are you doing wearing my hat?
Get your dirty ass head out of that.
- Okay.
But, hey, what happened?
- Nothing.
I was in there minding my
own business, doing my job.
Suddenly this guy comes in,
starts saying fuck you this, fuck you that.
Starts demanding money from
me, then starts roughing me up.
I had no choice but to defend myself.
- Yeah, I mean that was scary.
- You think that's scary?
This whole place getting
a little too scary for you?
Because I hear the
Amazon warehouse is hiring.
- Hey, I'm tougher than I look, okay?
Did you know the first time I
watched my first horror movie,
I had overhyped so much
how scary it was going to be,
that by the time I saw
it, I was disappointed.
- Okay, big brave Hilda, huh?
Think you're hot shit now, huh?
- Mm-hmm.
- So you like being scared?
- Well, I can't deny
it's a little exciting.
But hey, really, I'm glad you're okay.
- Well, I'll give you some credit.
The last female I trained
here lasted about four days.
- Wait, really?
- Yeah, I guess spending the
night alone and getting catcalled
by the homeless was a
little too much for her.
- I get that.
[radio static]
- All right, so is there anything else
you guys want to add to your statement?
- You know, if you want my honest opinion,
I think he might be on something.
You know, like some hardcore drugs.
Might want to check him for tracks
before putting him back on the street.
Just to be safe.
- Uh-huh.
And you, miss?
- Um.
Yeah, I just came into work,
saw them fighting, and called you.
- All right, well, do you want
to press charges on Mr. Carter?
- Does he have any money?
- From what I've seen, no.
- Never mind.
- All right.
Oh, so I saw a tent behind the warehouse.
I secured it for evidence,
but I believe it's his.
Is there anything else?
All right, well, I'm going
to take him downtown
and hopefully get him some help.
You two, stay safe.
- Thank you, officer.
You have yourself a good night.
Thank you for your service.
- Thank you.
Well, this is our way to start the shift.
- Yeah, glad I don't have
to spend the night here.
- Lucky you.
- Maana, Hilda.
- Bye.
[phone texting]
[ominous sound]
[phone rings]
[rustles]
Hello?
Go for security?
- Hello?
This is the owner of Warehouse 13.
Can you come down here, please?
- Oh, what is the issue?
- We've got a disturbance
that needs to be dealt with.
- What is the disturbance?
- We've got a person here
that needs to be dealt with.
Please come.
- Okay, I'll be right there.
[rumbles]
[mumbles]
Hello, miss?
Are you okay?
- Tell me why!
Why did this happen?
Why take him away from me?
- Do you need help? Or...
[clicks]
[car horns]
[glass shatters]
What the heck?
[ominous sound]
[door opens]
[door closes]
[phone vibrates]
- Um.
Hello?
- Hey, sorry, did I wake you?
No, you don't.
- I just got off shift.
Oh, it's fine.
I have to get up in like half an hour.
Anyway, you're good?
What's up?
- Yeah, I just wanted to check how things
were going with the hard drive?
- Oh, I haven't actually
looked into that yet, but I will,
later today.
[yawns]
- I'm gonna hit the sack.
- Lucky you, you get to get
into bed while I have to get out.
- At least you don't have to deal
with any crazy unhoused people.
- That's true, the unhoused,
that is a hard part of the job.
Hopefully you meet some
chill unhoused people.
- Actually, I did meet one.
She even offered me some pizza.
Not very fresh pizza,
but pizza nonetheless.
[yawns]
Anyway, I'm gonna let
you enjoy your warm bed.
- Okay, I will give you a ring later.
We should go out for drinks, too.
- Um.
Yeah, that sounds fun.
Okay.
Good night, I mean, good morning.
- Good morning.
[pops]
[footsteps]
- Hello?
Lucas?
[switch]
[footsteps]
[tense sound]
[footsteps]
[thud]
Guess he's not working today.
[soft thud]
[clicks]
[clicks]
What the fuck?
[ominous sound]
[tense sound]
Oh, shit.
[rustles]
[footsteps]
Hello, this is security.
Anybody here?
This is security.
Is anyone here?
[phone rings]
[beeps]
- Hi, Hilda?
- Hello?
- Hi, are you at Prospect
Warehouse District right now?
- Um, yeah, I'm on my shift right now.
What's up?
- Okay, um, just a
little update on your file,
um, it did actually go missing.
- Wait, what?
- You know what, it's okay,
because before it went missing,
we did upload the video to
the cloud, so we're all good.
- So you were able to
retrieve the security feed video?
- Yes, we were.
Um, but just a question.
Um, is Lucas on site with you right now?
- Well, weird thing is,
I didn't see him today.
Nobody was here when I got here.
- You know, you might
just want to just go home.
Just get out there.
Go home.
- Wait, what is the reason for that?
- What are you doing here?
Stay back!
Don't come any closer!
- Sarah?
Stay back!
- Is something going on?
- Back! Stay back!
[rustles]
No, stay back!
[screams]
[beeps]
- Sarah? Sarah?
Sarah, are you okay?
[ominous sound]
[screams]
[tense sound]
[upbeat music playing]
[ominous sound]
Patrick!
Hey! Patrick!
[tense sound]
Hey!
[tense sound]
Patrick?
Don't go inside!
No!
Patick!
[footsteps]
[ominous sound]
[step]
[screams]
[footsteps]
[screams]
[tense sound]
[gasps]
[ominous sound]
[tense sound]
[screams]
[slams]
[tense sound]
[engine starts]
[screams]
[slams]
[rustles]
[gasps]
[tense sound]
[kicks]
[ominous sound]
[gasps]
What?
[car door opens]
- Die, die, die, die.
Die.
- Is this the guard?
- No.
No.
- Figures.
[ominous sound]
[drops]
[car door closes]
[car door closes]
[ominous sound]
[car door closes]
[engine revving]
[rumbles]
- What?
[ominous sound]
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
- Hey, girl! Do you do VIP parking now?
Because that's pretty rad.
- Did you see a red car just drive by?
- Red car? Uh, nope.
I haven't seen any cars.
Just yours.
- Wait, what?
But they drove through
here just seconds ago.
- Uh, nope.
I'm pretty sure I would have noticed it.
I'm like the god of auditory perception.
I can hear a mouse squeak from a mile away.
- Shit, shit, shit!
- Oh, thought my ex had a sailor's mouth.
What's got you at a pretzel twist?
- I gotta go.
- Oh, that's, wild.
[car door closes]
Today's youth.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[soft thud]
- Hey, Lance.
How'd our girl do tonight?
[coughs]
Yeah.
[coughs]
Well...
This is awkward.
- Lucas, what the fuck
are you doing in my house?
- Well, where is Lance?
He's only supposed to scare you.
- Scare me?
- I guess it's my fault
for trusting that guy.
Always did have an act to fucking shut up,
clumsy-ass bitch that he is.
[spits]
- It was you!
You killed James!
- Hey, now that was an accident.
- An accident?
[keys rattle]
[keys rattle]
[car door closes]
[rustles]
[keys rattle]
[grunts]
[thud]
[rummages]
[slams]
[drops]
- Yeah.
The guy was wandering
around the parking lot,
completely in the dark.
He should have been watching
where he was fucking going.
- You were drunk, weren't you?
- Yeah, you could say that.
But you can also say that's
just an average Tuesday for me,
so not really my fault.
If you want to point
fingers and blame someone
for being drunk that
night, it should be James.
[scoffs]
- Then what about the security footage?
[outdoor noise]
[car door closes]
[engine revving]
[engine revving]
[footsteps]
[drags]
[rustles]
[slams]
[thud]
[slams]
[slams]
[thud]
- Do you have any
security footage on this site
that I can review?
- We did, but like I said,
the computer that held all the
archived footage got destroyed.
Um, as you know, officer,
we have a very bad
homeless problem in this area.
Sadly, some derelict wandered
in and destroyed our property.
We only have the live
feed to work with now.
- And you didn't see anything
while you were driving out?
- No, it was just a normal
night like any other night.
Um.
But now that you mention it,
I do believe I saw James
drinking on his way in.
- Oh, he was, was he?
[indistinct radio chatter]
I hate dealing with drunks.
Well, shit,
maybe karma just got him
for drinking on the job, right?
- That's what I said.
- Well, I'm going to write this up
and I'll contact you if
I have any questions.
Have a good night.
- Thank you, officer.
I always appreciate your service.
You stop by anytime for questions, okay?
- You destroyed the computer
to prevent anyone from seeing the footage.
- Well, no shit I'm going
to destroy the computer.
I've got to cover my tracks, right Velma?
- But then it wasn't completely broken.
- Look, it doesn't matter
if it was broken or not.
I would have been in the clear
if you just minded your
own fucking business.
- So it was Lance who took it then?
[message alert]
- How the hell did Hilda
get ahold of that hard drive?
- I don't know, man.
She's smarter than she looks.
It's surprising, I know, trust me.
But what are we going to do?
- Fuck!
Alright, well you have
access to that office, right?
You can get your hands on that hard drive?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
After, after hours
when everybody's done
and the end of my shift,
there's usually nobody there, so...
- Alright, good.
- I can get it.
- Okay, good, good.
- One thing.
Hilda,
she's going to follow up on this, yeah?
- Yeah, I know.
The girl's a pain in my ass.
She thinks she's Nancy fucking Drew.
If we can just get her
transferred to a new site somehow.
- Love that idea.
Great idea.
Easier said than done.
How are we going to do that, hmm?
Huh? Any bright ideas?
- You up for a little fun?
[mysterious music playing]
[mysterious music continues]
[flips]
[clanks]
[bottle breaks]
- You do know that it's pointless.
The data was recovered to the cloud.
- Yeah, I know.
Which is why I made a
quick stop at the office tonight.
Hence why I didn't show up for my shift.
- Hi, Hilda.
Hi, are you at Prospect
Warehouse District right now?
- Yeah, I'm on my shift right now.
What's up?
- Okay, um, just a
little update on your file.
Um, it did actually go missing.
- Wait, what?
- But you know what, it's okay.
Because before it went missing,
we did upload the video to the cloud.
So, we're all good.
Wait, so you were able to
retrieve the security feed video?
- Yes, we were.
Um, but just a question.
Um, is Lucas on site with you right now?
- Well, weird thing is,
I didn't see him today.
Nobody was here when I got here.
- You know, you might
just want to just go home.
Just get out of there.
Go home.
- What is the reason for that?
- What are you doing?
- Sarah?
What's going on?
- Hey, don't get any closer.
Don't get any closer.
Stay back!
Stay back!
[screams]
- Sarah?
[screams]
- Don't worry about the cloud, okay?
It's clean.
Nothing but sunshine up there, darling.
[clicks tongue]
- What happened to Sarah?
- Well, I don't think you want to know.
Because the same thing
is going to happen to you.
You are the last loose end
that I need to take care of.
[car horns]
[engine revving]
Who the fuck is that?
- Um,
[breathing heavily]
I...
- Come on.
Move.
[footsteps]
You expecting company?
It's 4 o'clock in the fucking morning.
Alright, so what we're going to do,
we're going to be quiet as fuck.
And we're going to leave, okay?
Getta your fucking ass up there.
Go.
[continuous knocking]
[ominous sound]
[door opens]
[thud]
[squeaks]
[door closes]
[shrill cry]
Who the fuck is out there, huh?
- I don't know.
- Don't fucking lie to me, Hilda.
- I am not.
I don't know who they are.
[ominous sound]
[slams]
[tense sound]
[whispers]
[door opens]
[footsteps]
- Don't move.
- You took him.
[tense sound]
- I'll kill you, you fucking bitch!
Back off!
- You took him!
You took him away!
[gunshots]
Finally found you.
[empty shots]
- You took him away from me!
[screams]
- No! No!
No!
[subtle music playing]
[tense sound]
[thud]
[thud]
[slice]
[cracks]
- What? You?
[ominous sound]
What the?
[ominous sound continues]
[car door closes]
- Is it finished?
- Yeah.
We finally got him.
- Well, it's about damn time.
- Yes.
I can finally see him again.
- Let's not keep him waiting any longer.
[thud]
- James would be so proud.
- I know.
- Let's go.
- We're coming.
[eerie sound]
- Oh, hey, girl.
How's that security life treating you?
- You know, I just turned
in my two weeks today.
I think it's time to move
on to a different career path.
- Oh, I'm proud of you, sis.
You deserve better.
- Don't we all?
- Say, what happened to that other guy
that was wandering around?
The one who was drinking a lot?
- I guess you could say...
He was chopped.
- Chopped, huh?
Well, I guess you can only drink on the job
so much until you get caught.
- Hey, do you have any extra
za slices today by any chance?
- Hell yeah, sis.
- Thank you.
- Cheers. [in sync]
[beep, static]
[ominous theme playing]
[phone ringing]
- Please leave your message.
- Hi, manager.
It's me again, Hilda.
Um.
You haven't responded
to my emails or texts,
so I was just calling to let you know
I won't be coming in
next week since, you know,
I turned in my two weeks.
I don't know if you guys
do recommendation letters,
but it would be nice to get one.
By the way, the police officer
came by asking about the guard,
uh, Lance, you know,
that got run over by a car.
I told him there was no
security footage he could review,
so maybe you guys want to get
that computer fixed eventually.
Yeah.
He came to the conclusion
that it must be a drunk driver,
but you can read that in the
police report I put into my report.
[beep, static]
Okay, um, yeah, thanks, I guess.
Good night. [END]
[intro music playing]
[outdoor noise]
[ominous sound]
[car approaching]
[ominous sound continues]
[radio static]
[radio static]
[theme music playing]
[car door closing]
[theme music continues]
[suspenseful music]
- Hey.
Hey, you.
Come here.
[outdoor noise]
[footsteps]
- Hello.
- You're here for the
graveyard shift, right?
- Yes, I am.
- Sorry, my boss told
me like five minutes ago,
I'm training someone tonight.
First time?
- Excuse me?
- First time doing security?
I can tell.
- Oh, you can tell?
- Yeah, noobs always
give off a certain vibe.
Anyway, name's Lucas.
- I guess you gotta start somewhere, right?
I'm Hilda.
So yeah, I got my guard card
and I did those online training modules.
- So you survived all the
ultimate time wasters, huh?
Alright, well, let's get started.
Come on, I'll give you a tour inside.
- Okay.
[loud thud]
- So this is our base of operations.
- And what exactly is all this?
- Your guess is as good as mine.
The client basically pays
us to watch all this shit,
so who are we to complain?
It's basically free money.
[footsteps]
Now here is our lovely
state-of-the-art kitchen.
I stock it myself on occasion.
Only the best stuff.
Now here's a life hack for you.
These water bottles,
they also function as a sink.
[rubbing]
- Mm-hmm.
[rustles]
[crunch]
[loud chewing]
[footsteps]
- Welcome to the guard room.
[clanks]
I'll clean it up later,
just leave it there.
- When was the last time
these floors were cleaned?
- Don't get too close to the floor, okay?
I've seen roaches and
rodents run through there.
- Oh, okay.
- Here, [kicks] grab a seat.
[thud]
[clicks]
- So, this is it?
[drags]
- Well, yeah, what did you expect?
[drags]
- I don't know.
I was picturing something
different in my head.
- Ahh.
Let me guess, [exhales]
you're picturing something
a little more high-tech?
A whole crack team of security agents
keeping their eyes glued
on a wall of monitors 24/7?
You've been watching too many movies, kid.
Truth be told, this
company does not give a shit.
- Well, I don't know,
but at least I guess I was
expecting someplace cleaner.
[squeaks]
- Yeah, well, you get
used to the filth, honestly.
[clicks]
[exhales]
[clicks]
[clicks]
- So, what is it that we do here?
- You're looking at it.
Just keep your eye on the monitor.
Use this remote to switch
through the different camera feeds.
You can use this or the
main console right here.
- What's with the broken monitor?
- Hmm? Oh.
Yeah, that.
Um.
We used to look at all our
archive footage on that computer,
but we only have the
live feed to work with now.
- What happened to it?
[squeaks]
- Uh, some homeless guy came
through here and busted it up.
There's a whole camp of degradation people
living across the street.
They like to run through
here from time to time.
- You know, I think advocates
call them unhoused now.
- [scoffs] Jesus Christ.
Do these fucking advocates
and activists ever give it a goddamn rest?
I mean, back in my day, we
called them what they were.
Tramps, hobos, degenerates,
deadbeats, pieces of shit.
I mean, do we need to rewrite
the English dictionary every ten years?
Jesus.
- Yeah, it can be very
hard to keep up with all that.
- Luckily, you don't have to
worry about that too much.
I mean, you're working the graveyard shift.
Everything's closed during those hours.
Everyone's sleeping.
- And what do we do if
there's an issue that happens?
- Sight phone.
We use this to make all our
calls and receive all our calls,
give our, you know, hourly reports.
Speaking of which,
I think it's about that time
right now we do our first report.
Why don't you follow me?
[footsteps]
[rumbles]
So what made you choose
this lovely career path?
- I needed money.
- Yeah, don't we all?
Seriously, this line of work
tends to draw in the weirdos.
- It was either this or customer service.
And I hate customer service.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
I worked at McDonald's for two
months and I almost lost my mind.
Do you know people can be
really picky about their food?
I had this one guy complain
because there was a
tiny onion in his burger.
Just eat the freaking burger, man.
One onion is not gonna kill you.
- People can be dicks. [camera shutter]
You know, that's why I
like working here, you know?
No manager breathing down my neck.
No co-workers bickering in my ear.
I get to be my own boss.
- It seems you can get lonely, though.
- Not really.
I tend to make all my family
calls when I'm on the clock.
That way I don't have to
do it when I'm, you know,
back at home with them.
[distant rumbles]
Hey!
[rumbles]
Yes, you!
What the fuck do you think you're doing?
[footsteps]
[liquid drips]
Hey! Excuse me.
- Sorry, man.
- You see a bathroom sign
hanging down from that fence?
- I couldn't hold it.
Everything's locked.
What am I supposed to do?
- So you thought you'd just
come over here and do it here?
- No.
- You think I like to
smell your fucking piss
while I'm doing my rounds?
- No, no, not at all.
- How do you think that shit smells, huh?
- Probably pretty bad.
- That's right, really bad.
Fucking terrible.
You fucking animal.
- Sorry, man.
- You have anything
else to say for yourself?
- Sorry, dude.
[clears throat]
- Come here, my guy.
If I catch you down here one
more time pissing on my fence,
I'm gonna grab you by your fucking head.
I'm gonna piss down your goddamn throat.
We'll see how you like it, okay?
That's right, run.
You fucking run, asshole!
- Jeez, did you have to be that harsh?
- Got him to leave, didn't it?
[camera shutter]
Alright, so you're gonna want to do
a patrol every hour on the hour.
Make sure there's no suspicious
activity going on out here.
And if you see any homeless people,
you kick their sorry asses out of here.
You're gonna take three
pictures with this phone.
Now, the pictures could be of anything.
The trees, the buildings,
the ground, the sky, your ass.
It doesn't matter because no
one's ever gonna check the report.
- Then what's the point?
- Well, they might check it if
something major goes down,
but honestly, it's just busy
work to make it seem like
you're actually doing
something significant here.
- So basically,
we walk around every hour
and take three pictures, right?
- Yep, boom.
Pretty much mastered this job already.
So what in the hell is this?
- Is that somebody we know?
- No.
No one's supposed to be here right now.
[heavy sigh]
Well, we should probably go
talk to the son of a bitch, right?
Probably just some dumbass kids
dealing or doing drugs out of the car.
- Do we have to?
- Part of the job, remember?
Come on.
([car engine revs)
[tense sound]
Hey! Hey!
[car horns]
[car horns, engine revving]
Hey, fuck you!
See, my rule around here is
they cut you off, you flip them off.
But he's not coming back.
Uniform does most of the work for you.
- Does scary things like this happen often?
- Scary?
[scoffs]
Girl, this is the easiest money
you're ever gonna make.
- Okay.
[footsteps]
- So after every patrol,
you're gonna want to send
your pictures to the main office.
Basically, all you're gonna put
is, area secured, and hit send.
- And that's it?
- That's it.
So now,
we have approximately 56
minutes before your next patrol.
So... [rumbles]
- Wait.
What?
Are we allowed to drink on the clock?
Aren't you worried about getting chopped?
- Um, excuse me, Mr. Manager?
Is it okay if we have a drink?
I don't think he seems to mind.
[pops]
Bottoms up.
[liquid drips]
- Okay, then.
[pops]
[crash]
[clanks]
So, seriously, this is
all there is to this job?
- Pretty much.
I mean, you got it easy
doing the graveyard shift.
It's pretty quiet for the most part.
Barely anyone calls the safe phone.
- Do they call the sight phone often?
- Uh, very rarely.
There's this warehouse
at the end of the street.
They like to complain about anything.
So usually I just take my
time getting down there,
so by the time I do get down there,
the issue already resolved itself.
- Well, I guess just the act
of calling the guard helps.
[chuckles]
Right?
So, is there anything we
need to do before we leave?
- No, not really.
I mean, we're just killing time
before the morning shift guard arrives.
[breathes heavily]
Guy's name is Patrick.
Nice guy, but he's one of those foreigners.
Doesn't speak much English.
[squeaks]
Speak of the devil.
What up, Pat?
- Hello, hello.
No fire.
- No fire.
No homeless.
- No homeless.
No car crash.
- No car crash.
No break in.
- No break in.
[lip trills]
[chuckles]
New guard?
- Yeah, this is Hilda.
She's doing the graveyard shift.
- Oh, graveyard shift.
Yes, yes, good.
- Hi, I'm Hilda.
Nice to meet you.
- Good to meet. I'm Patrick.
[squeaks]
- Nice kid.
[scoffs]
- What was with the...
[beatbox sound]
- Yeah, the handshake thing.
That's just something we do
just to confirm that
the area is clear outside.
But don't worry,
you don't have to worry about that.
Usually it's no fire, no homeless,
no break in, no car crash type day.
So you're good, girl, all right?
- So you do pass on anything that happened
to the following guard?
- Yep.
In this case, not a goddamn thing.
So the floor is yours.
It was a pleasure training you, Miss Hilda.
I'm going to go sleep off this hangover.
And until next time, I bid you adieu.
- Yes, it was a pleasure training with you.
- Likewise.
So, place is yours.
I mean, do whatever you want.
I mean, hell, I can flick
your bean for all I care.
Have at it.
[scoffs]
- Have you seen how dirty it is in here?
[chuckles]
No thanks.
I'll leave that for home.
- Hey, I'm just saying.
There's no one here to judge.
Except maybe God.
Peace.
- Bye, Patrick.
- See you tomorrow.
[footsteps]
[theme music playing]
[clanks]
[soft thud]
[upbeat music playing]
[mysterious sound]
[upbeat music continues]
[upbeat music continues]
[upbeat music continues]
[upbeat music continues]
- No suspicious activity detected.
[upbeat music continues]
[theme music playing]
[upbeat music continues]
[mysterious sound]
[upbeat music continues]
[phone camera shutters]
[upbeat music continues]
[upbeat music ends]
[tense sound]
[phone camera shutters]
No suspicious activity detected.
[footsteps]
[tense sound]
[loud cough]
[tense sound]
Excuse me, sir?
You cannot be here.
I'm going to need you to move.
Sir?
You cannot be here.
This is private property.
I'm going to need you to leave.
[tense sound]
Thanks for your cooperation.
- Rip your fucking head off.
- Excuse me?
- I'm going to rip your fucking head off!
- Sir, you can go
anywhere else but not here.
Please move along.
- I'll kill you.
[stomps]
I'll fucking kill you!
[spits]
- If you stay here, you're trespassing
and I will call the police.
[phone camera shutters]
[phone camera shutters]
[exhales]
Okay then.
[clicks]
[soft thud]
- Good morning.
Well, hello.
- No fire?
- There was no fire.
- No homeless?
- Actually, yes.
There was one unhoused, yes.
- One unhoused?
- Yeah, you know, homeless.
- Oh, good, good.
Homeless leave.
That I like.
- It was an old man.
Kind of creepy, but don't worry.
He left.
And there were no car
crashes and no break-ins.
- Good, good.
You go home now? Sleep?
- Yeah, I need to catch up on some.
[snors]
Have a good one, Patrick.
- You too.
[footsteps]
- Bye.
[subtle music playing]
[subtle music continues]
[heavy exhales]
[subtle music continues]
[burps]
[crumples]
[short videos playing]
- Hey!
You're going the wrong way.
[short videos playing]
[subtle music playing]
[subtle music continues]
[Scissors Clip]
[subtle music ends]
[birds squawking]
[subtle music playing]
[ominous sound]
[ominous sound continues]
[heavy sighs]
- My favorite part of the day.
I get to go home and
look at your beautiful face.
- Yeah, rub it in now
that I'm just starting.
Why don't cha.
- And how are we
enjoying our first few days
of this super important job?
- Well, it's been good.
Easy money, right?
But actually, there was this
creepy unhoused man yesterday.
- So we ran into our first
creepy homeless, huh?
Congratulations.
Didn't take long, did it?
- He said he was going to rip off my head.
- That's a new one.
You let him try it?
[fake laughs]
- Not funny.
It got kind of intense.
I was worried something
might have gone down.
- Don't be such a pussy, okay?
These homeless guys
aren't going to do shit.
They're all bark, no bite.
- Yeah, I don't know.
They don't have much to lose.
- You'll get used to it sooner or later.
- I don't know if I want to.
- Well, anyway, I'm outie.
Peace.
[clicks]
- No suspicious activity detected.
[light flickers]
[ominous sound]
[light flickers]
[air blows]
- Hey.
Hey, you.
Security.
- Hello? Can I help you?
- Howdy, miss.
You must be the new guard.
- Yes.
Yes, I am.
- Oh, that's fantastic.
Always great to see a new face.
- Uh-huh.
- Would you like some za?
I know you guards like
to work real hard and all.
- I'm good.
Thank you.
- It's probably a good idea.
This za ain't that fresh.
- Um, are you trying to get through?
Because you know
there's nothing here, right?
- Yeah, I have eyes.
I can see that all the
buildings are closed.
Uh.
I'm on my way home.
So, uh, there's a laundromat
just a few streets that way.
And I gotta get the steps in, you see.
- I'm glad you're getting your exercise in.
[police sirens]
- So you're the replacement
for the guard that just died.
How brave of you, girl.
- What?
Excuse me?
- Uh, you know, the
security guard they just found
laying in the middle of the parking lot.
What was his name?
[ominous sound]
Oh, James.
[ominous sound continues]
- What?
I'm just hearing about this.
- Oh, I thought they'd tell you that
considering it's important
information and all.
But, uh, what do I know?
- How, how did James die?
- Well, see, that's the thing.
I don't know.
I think it was blunt force trauma
to the upper torso or something.
You know, I used to talk to
James every once in a while.
So I'd ask him, but he's dead.
Yeah.
- Right.
- Anywho, I'll let you
guards do your patrol thing.
I'll let you go.
[ominous sound]
[light flickers]
[explodes]
[mysterious music playing]
[mysterious music continues]
[ominous sound]
[mysterious music continues]
[ominous sound]
- Hello?
[footsteps]
Lucas?
Anybody here?
[thud]
Hi, Lucas.
[rumbles]
- How'd you know it was me?
[switch]
- For one, we always work the same shift.
And second, I saw you walk into the room.
There are not too many places to hide.
- Someone woke up on the
wrong side of the bed this morning.
- Oh, well, maybe because
somebody forgot to mention that,
I don't know, a guard died here?
- What, are you talking about James?
- Yeah, the security guard
that I guess I replaced.
- I'm sorry.
I thought the manager would have told you.
- The manager didn't say shit.
How did he die?
- Well, that's the thing.
Nobody knows.
The investigation's still ongoing.
If you want my opinion,
I think he just tripped and
fell real hard to the ground.
- I highly doubt that.
Didn't he have blunt force trauma?
- Yeah, but maybe he just
hit the ground really hard.
- Did the cameras catch anything?
- No, the archived footage
was all busted up, remember?
- Can we call the
manager to get this fixed?
- You can try, but I guarantee
he's not going to answer his phone.
I've already texted him
like five times already.
- The mailbox is full and cannot accept
any messages at this time.
Goodbye.
[grunts, beeps]
[slams]
- Told you.
- Does this guy ever clear his voicemail?
- I think he keeps it full on purpose
so he doesn't have to talk to us.
- What if James was murdered?
- Probably was murdered.
You want my personal theory?
I think James got a little
too cocky, a little too arrogant.
He went downstairs to teach
those homeless guys a lesson.
Went out there with
his chest all puffed out
and they weren't having any of it.
So they grabbed some lead pipes,
started beating him over the head with it,
pushed him up against the walls,
started bucking him up,
kicking the shit out of him.
What?
- That's not funny.
- Look, I don't know why you're
so concerned about this, okay?
I mean, all you have to
do is watch the monitor,
see what's going on outside.
You'll be fine, okay?
If you're that worried about it,
buy some pepper spray and a knife.
I don't know what to tell you.
- Are you fucking serious right now?
I'm going to try the manager again.
- Yeah, good luck with that.
I'm going home.
[footsteps]
- The mailbox is full.
And cannot accept this.
[grunts, slams]
- Yeah, I told you
that's not going to work.
- Fucking manager!
Take your shit!
[thud]
[footsteps]
[grunts]
[footsteps]
[rustles]
[ominous sound]
[eerie sound]
Hey!
Hey!
Wait!
[footsteps]
What the...
[phone camera shutters]
[loud bang]
[footsteps]
[squeaks]
No suspicious activity detected.
[phone shuts]
[soft thud]
[rustles]
[rummages]
[horns]
[outdoor noise]
[ominous sound]
[clicks]
[rustles]
- Sixth floor.
[thud]
Going down.
- Hi, good morning.
- Hi, how can I help you out?
- I was wondering if you guys have a way
to get off some footage
from this hard drive?
- Yikes! What happened to this?
- Unhoused people.
- Unhoused people?
Yeah.
Okay.
Well, what is it you're trying to recover?
- Video footage?
You see, there's this
guard that died at my site.
- What?
- You work at Prospect Warehouse District?
- Yeah, that place.
- What happened?
- You didn't hear about
the guy that they found
just laying in the parking lot?
- No.
What?
- And I was hoping
that maybe this hard drive
can help the investigation.
- Okay, well,
I'll give it to IT and see
what they can come up with.
- How did the investigation
team even miss that?
- I don't know.
This seems like an
important piece of evidence.
- Yeah, but I don't know.
I've been working there
for just two weeks, so...
- Alright, well, I will give it to IT.
It may take them a couple
days to process the information.
- That's fine.
Thank you so much.
- You got it.
[phone ringing]
[phone ringing]
- So, how is Prospect treating you?
- It's a job.
Pays the bills.
- At that location, are you,
do you have a partner, or are
you by yourself at that location?
- I'm by myself.
- That must be pretty creepy then, huh?
- It's not that bad.
You kind of get used to it.
The place is more filthy
than creepy, to be honest.
- Hmm, filthy.
Um, well, just be
careful over there, and...
Oh, remember, if Prospect's
a little too much for you,
you can always transfer sites.
- I'll be fine.
It's mostly quiet most of the time, so...
- Well, when it's mostly
quiet, that's when you, um...
Keep your eyes and ears open.
- Okay, uh.
So, I did go to IT,
and they're getting everything
processed, looking into it.
Uh, it could take up to
two weeks, a couple weeks.
Is that okay?
- Yeah, I guess.
- Is there anything else
we can help you with today?
- Um, actually, yes.
Do you happen to have
a smaller size of uniform?
Had to cut mine.
- No.
They've had to make
some financial cutbacks,
and we are all just making
do with the uniforms we have.
And I like what you've done there.
It looks good.
It's all good.
You're fine.
- Okay, thank you.
- Call or text for updates.
- Okay.
- Alright, bye.
[upbeat music playing]
[heavy breathing]
- Woo!
What?
Hey! Hey!
Hey! You!
[tense sound]
[dings]
Hey!
[elevator closes]
[footsteps]
[door opens]
[door closes]
Excuse me?
[bell tolls]
- Come on, come on, you coward!
I know you're here.
Come on!
Come on!
Are you hiding in there?
Come on!
[door opens]
Come on, you owe me big time!
[screams]
Where are you? Come out, come out!
[rapid breathing]
[thud]
[footsteps]
- Can I help you?
- Where is he?
- Where is who?
- Come out, come out, you coward!
You think this is funny?
Hiding from me?
Have you seen James?
- No, I have not.
- If you're still here in ten minutes,
and I still don't have my money,
I'm going to come back.
And kill you.
[eerie sound]
[footsteps]
[phone camera shutters]
- Guess I'll be doing
driving patrols tonight.
[birds outside]
- Charlotte Grace and her
family were looking forward
to celebrating wedding
arrangements made with her fianc,
James Spree,
until tragedy struck at
Prospect Warehouse District,
where James was found
dead lying in the parking lot.
The investigation of his
death is currently still ongoing.
Unfortunately, this morning,
the bodies of Charlotte Grace,
Nora Grace and John Grace
were discovered in the family home
with gunshot wounds, the
police said in a statement.
Apparently, the cause of death is suicide.
Officers found a note in the
house from Charlotte Grace
mentioning she could not
live without the love of her life.
According to San Jose County
District Attorney Ron Origins,
there is no mention
of foul play at this time.
[thud]
[stomps]
[footsteps]
[taps]
- Hey, sleeping beauty.
It's shift change time, remember?
Sorry I ruined your nap.
- No, you're, uh, you're good.
Let me, um, let me
just clean all this shit up.
[footsteps]
- Did you know that the
family in-laws of James,
they all died?
- What is it now?
- Well, apparently after James died here,
the family he was going to get married to,
they all committed suicide.
- Okay, so?
- Okay, so, well, it's weird, isn't it?
- Girl, welcome to security.
It's full of weird shit going on
Speaking of which, there's a tent outside
you should probably keep your eye on.
- A tent?
- Yeah. [clicks]
It's right outside the...
Let me just show you.
Here, the sight phone.
Come on.
[footsteps]
These homeless shitheads
mooching off our property once again.
Look at this shit.
They have the balls to set up a tent
and everything like they
own the goddamn place.
- Did you kick him out?
- Well, I denta see him, but
if you happen to run into him,
you kick his fucking ass, yeah?
- Yeah.
- Good girl.
- Hey, you okay?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I'll be fine.
I'm just dealing with one
bitch of a hangover right now.
- You okay to drive?
- Yeah.
I've made it home in a lot
worse condition than this before.
It's just an average Tuesday for me, girl.
On that note, I'll let you have at it.
Feel free to throw this fucking monstrosity
in the dumpster when you get a chance.
And hey, don't you get killed out there.
[scoffs]
Bad guys everywhere.
[phone camera shutters]
- Good night.
[phone camera shutters]
[thud]
[slurps]
[rustles]
[footsteps]
- The Binder.
[rustles]
[soft thuds]
[rustles]
[paper rustles]
[ominous sound]
Hello?
Anyone back there?
Anyone sleeping here?
[zips]
[phone camera shutters]
[footsteps]
Shit.
[ominous sound]
Hello?
Anyone here?
Hello?
[suspenseful music]
Hello?
Oh, Fuck this.
[gasps]
[tense music]
[tense sound]
[screams]
- It's me, it's me.
- Patrick.
Woo.
- You?
Good?
- Yes.
No, yes.
You just caught me by surprise, that's all.
Woo.
- No fire?
- There was no fire, but...
I recommend you don't
go out in the back today.
- Back?
Why?
- There's an unhoused
who does not seem friendly.
- You report?
- Yeah, no.
Yes, I will make sure to put it in the app.
- Good, good.
That I like.
- Woo.
Okay.
Have a nice shift, Patrick.
And wait till the sun comes
up to do the first patrol, okay?
- Yes, sun, warm.
Exactly.
- See you tomorrow.
- Yes.
See you tomorrow, Patrick.
[footsteps]
[footsteps]
[Car door closes]
[Leaf blowers blowing]
[knocks]
[door opens]
- No, we don't want what you're selling.
- Oh, wait, wait.
Hold on a second.
I'm not here to sell anything.
I'm just wondering if I can
ask you if James lived here?
- James?
How did you know my son?
He doesn't owe you anything, does he?
- Oh, no, no, no.
No, actually, I never met James.
And I'm so sorry for your loss.
I just work where he used to and...
I don't know.
Something about his
story just called out to me.
Is it okay if you tell me more about him?
- I got nobody else to talk to, so...
Sure, come on in.
- Thank you.
[door closes]
- Go and have a seat.
- Thank you.
[footsteps]
[rustles]
[rips]
[water running]
[water pours]
[dishes in background]
- Sorry.
I don't have any milk.
So there won't be any dunkin' today.
- You're fine.
I prefer these cookies dry anyway, so...
- Well, I was worried you might be
another one of those debt collectors
sent here to harass me again.
But I'm glad you're not.
- Debt collectors?
- Yeah.
You see, when my wife,
May, died, James's stepmom,
it really messed poor James up.
He was really into poker.
[chuckles]
It started out as an
innocent childhood game.
We'd gamble with Oreos,
and he got so good he
would win the entire bag.
And then he would sit there
and eat them all in front of us
as sort of as a victory celebration.
Just a good family fun time.
But his gambling addiction got
the best of him over the years.
And soon he started gambling
with money he didn't have.
And when you start owing
people you really shouldn't,
well, that's when things get dicey.
- Wait, um, how much money did he owe?
- I don't know, but it must
have been a lot considering
some of the things those
so-called debt collectors would do.
They would sit out in front of
their house and honk their horns
every hour and the hour all night long.
One morning we wake up
and our tires are all flattened.
Another time they call his cell phone
so often he has to turn it off.
We couldn't get a hold of him for days.
- That sounds awful.
I'm so sorry.
The only good thing
to come out of his death
is he took those debts
to the grave with him.
Although there's still a few of those guys
who come around asking.
- So you think these debt collectors
had something to do with his death?
- I wouldn't be surprised if they did.
If only he'd gone to his wedding that day
instead of going to work.
- Excuse me, he went to
work on his wedding day?
- He did.
I got this video.
Sent to me from his girlfriend, Charlotte.
- Are you being serious right now?
- Wait, are you filming me right now?
What are you...
- Yes, because you're acting crazy.
We can't reschedule our wedding.
It's in five days.
Why can't we just do it?
- It's just financially,
I don't think now is the right time.
[scoffs]
- Okay, so you want to
work at that shitty site
on the day of our wedding.
Why are you prioritizing
that over our wedding?
- Hey, I need the money.
Okay? Then...
- For what?
For what, James?
I would think our wedding day
would be more important to you.
- Hey, hey.
We're going to have our wedding.
- No.
No.
Fuck that and fuck you.
This is not happening.
We're not changing this wedding.
[door slams]
- So, she tried to go
ahead with the wedding
and James didn't show.
He decides to go to work instead.
- And that's the night that he died?
- Yeah, it is.
I tried to convince him to
go forward with the wedding.
I thought it might do him good
to have something
positive to focus on his life.
But a part of me thinks it's his fate.
His punishment for ghosting Charlotte.
- And then, Charlotte's family?
- Off themselves a few days later.
It was brutal.
Poor girl, her heart was broken.
And her parents losing their only child,
you really can't blame them either.
- Yeah, but still, to do that...
- No parent wants their
kid to die before they do.
Trust me.
But enough about the past.
What's someone like you
working at a place like that?
- Well, it's a job.
- That place always
rubbed me the wrong way.
If I were you, I'd be
looking for another job.
- Thanks for the advice.
- I'm sorry.
Just be safe out there.
[bites cookie]
- Hey.
[dings]
[elevator closes]
Hello, there.
- Hey, this is the girl of the hour.
- You're the guy from the office, right?
- Yeah, yeah, my name's Lance.
Nice seeing you again.
- Likewise.
- Lance here was just doing a site check.
- Just checking up on him,
making sure he's doing his job.
Slacker.
- Please, if there's any
slacking going on around here,
it's this guy.
You know, I once caught him
looking at porn in the car before.
- Yo, dude.
Hey, like I said, keep it between us.
Stop telling everybody.
- Who cares, man?
No one's getting Me Too'd here.
You think management gives a shit.
- Part of the job is to
make your own fun, right?
Not in that way, but you
know what I'm saying.
- Right.
Yeah.
Anyway, how is the site today?
Is that tent still there?
- Ah, the tent.
Yeah, well, I didn't see it on my way in,
so I guess Patrick took care of it,
so you're in the clear tonight, girl.
- That's right.
And remember,
if this site is just too creepy for you,
you can always, if not more, you know,
encourage and recommend it,
just transfer out to another
location that's better like that.
- Well, that's good to
know, but you know what?
I think I'll stay for a little while.
This warehouse district
is so close to my house
that I have a very nice commute.
- Well, on that note, I'm outie, 500.
Here you go.
- Thank you.
- Have fun.
- Right, yeah.
Everything looks good over here.
Actually here for once,
so I'll be heading out.
You good, though?
- Yeah, thank you.
- Everything?
- Yeah.
Bye, boys.
[inaudible]
[elevator closes]
[upbeat music playing]
[thud]
[thud]
[pauses game]
[thud]
[footsteps]
[insects chirping]
Excuse me, miss, you cannot go up there.
Hey, miss, can you hear me?
[tense sound]
Hello?
Are you kidding me?
[footsteps]
What the?
No way.
Nope.
[footsteps]
[drops]
Oh!
[tense sound]
[keys rattles]
- I cannot accept any
messages at this time.
Goodbye.
[beeps]
- Dammit!
[door closes]
- Fucking prick.
[ominous sound]
Fucking prick.
Fucking prick.
You can't hide.
[phone camera shutters]
You can't hide from me.
You took it.
You took it.
Fucking prick.
You fucking prick.
[running]
[slamming door]
[clicks]
[slamming door continues]
[phone rings]
- 911, what's your emergency?
- Hi, hi, yes, this is the security guard
from the Prospect Warehouse District.
Please, I need backup now.
There are two unhoused
people that are very aggressive.
Please, come.
- Okay, remain calm.
I'll dispatch someone now.
- Thank you.
- Just stay [inaudible]
[slamming door, screams]
[sirens]
- So I did a perimeter
check and I checked the roof.
Everything seems to be clear.
Did you happen to see
where these people went?
- No, I was locked in the bathroom.
- I see.
So did these unhoused
people actually try to harm you
or did you just get spooked?
- Didn't you see the axe there?
- An axe? No.
And I didn't see any rope either.
[indistinct radio chatter]
- So what do we do?
- I could take a report
with your statements
but seeing as there's no property damage
and nobody got hurt, we're
just going to have to let this go.
- Are you serious?
- Oh, yeah.
Homelessness is a very
complex social problem
that is very difficult to enforce.
My advice, always
remember your escape routes.
Keep a safe distance
until you feel comfortable
with the situation.
Most of the time it's unhoused
people will leave on their own.
- Yeah.
Okay.
Thank you for coming anyway.
- Sure.
I'm going to head out.
Are we good here?
- Yeah, I guess.
- Have a good day miss.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[door opens]
- Hello, hello.
Cop here.
Bad news?
- Yeah.
Aggressive unhoused people.
- Aggressive unhoused, yes.
Bad, bad indeed.
TV computer good?
- TV computer?
- Yes, computer.
Cracked.
Bad cracks.
Very aggressive.
But door locked.
How get in?
No clue?
- You mean the monitor?
Yeah, the monitor is still there
and the busted computer
is in the room too, so...
- Oh, yes, yes.
Still there.
Morning time.
Hope for peace.
No fire?
- Hey, Patrick, did you
see any unhoused person
when you were coming?
- Unhoused?
- Did you see anyone out there?
- Hmm. No see, no see.
Parking lot clear.
No fire? No fire?
- No fire, two unhoused,
no break-ins, no car crash.
Good night.
- Ah, yes, night end.
Morning begin.
- Whatever.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[grunts]
[grunts]
[deep sigh]
[rumbles]
[grunts]
[rummages]
[clicks]
[car engine starts]
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
[dramatic music playing]
[door opens]
[door closes]
[dramatic music continues]
[rustles]
[rustles]
[dramatic music continues]
[squeaks]
[water running]
[door closes]
[dramatic music continues]
[water running ends]
[rustles]
[mysterious sound]
[soft thud]
[door bells]
[knocks]
[door bells]
[knocks]
[door opens]
[tense sound]
[door closes]
- I'm so close.
So close.
[eerie sound]
- Lucas?
Lucas?
[rustles]
[drags]
[thud]
[footsteps]
Lucas?
- Please!
- Give me my fucking money.
Give me my money!
- Get off me!
- Hey.
Hey.
Stop it, right now.
Stop it.
[ominous sound]
- You're fucking dead, man.
[coughs]
- Where the fuck is my money?
I want my money!
- Fuck you!
- Hello, police?
- Yes, I'm calling from the
Prospect Warehouse District.
We need backup now.
Thank you.
[tense sound]
[coughs]
[indistinct radio chatter]
- Yo man, I'm just trying to get my money.
I've got bills to pay.
- You think this
situation is unique to you?
- Look, just tell me where
James is and I'll be on my way.
- You'll be on your way, alright.
Downtown to get booked.
[indistinct radio chatter]
- Hey, you okay?
- Yeah, I'll be fine.
Just hope that asshole gets
what he has coming to him.
What are you doing wearing my hat?
Get your dirty ass head out of that.
- Okay.
But, hey, what happened?
- Nothing.
I was in there minding my
own business, doing my job.
Suddenly this guy comes in,
starts saying fuck you this, fuck you that.
Starts demanding money from
me, then starts roughing me up.
I had no choice but to defend myself.
- Yeah, I mean that was scary.
- You think that's scary?
This whole place getting
a little too scary for you?
Because I hear the
Amazon warehouse is hiring.
- Hey, I'm tougher than I look, okay?
Did you know the first time I
watched my first horror movie,
I had overhyped so much
how scary it was going to be,
that by the time I saw
it, I was disappointed.
- Okay, big brave Hilda, huh?
Think you're hot shit now, huh?
- Mm-hmm.
- So you like being scared?
- Well, I can't deny
it's a little exciting.
But hey, really, I'm glad you're okay.
- Well, I'll give you some credit.
The last female I trained
here lasted about four days.
- Wait, really?
- Yeah, I guess spending the
night alone and getting catcalled
by the homeless was a
little too much for her.
- I get that.
[radio static]
- All right, so is there anything else
you guys want to add to your statement?
- You know, if you want my honest opinion,
I think he might be on something.
You know, like some hardcore drugs.
Might want to check him for tracks
before putting him back on the street.
Just to be safe.
- Uh-huh.
And you, miss?
- Um.
Yeah, I just came into work,
saw them fighting, and called you.
- All right, well, do you want
to press charges on Mr. Carter?
- Does he have any money?
- From what I've seen, no.
- Never mind.
- All right.
Oh, so I saw a tent behind the warehouse.
I secured it for evidence,
but I believe it's his.
Is there anything else?
All right, well, I'm going
to take him downtown
and hopefully get him some help.
You two, stay safe.
- Thank you, officer.
You have yourself a good night.
Thank you for your service.
- Thank you.
Well, this is our way to start the shift.
- Yeah, glad I don't have
to spend the night here.
- Lucky you.
- Maana, Hilda.
- Bye.
[phone texting]
[ominous sound]
[phone rings]
[rustles]
Hello?
Go for security?
- Hello?
This is the owner of Warehouse 13.
Can you come down here, please?
- Oh, what is the issue?
- We've got a disturbance
that needs to be dealt with.
- What is the disturbance?
- We've got a person here
that needs to be dealt with.
Please come.
- Okay, I'll be right there.
[rumbles]
[mumbles]
Hello, miss?
Are you okay?
- Tell me why!
Why did this happen?
Why take him away from me?
- Do you need help? Or...
[clicks]
[car horns]
[glass shatters]
What the heck?
[ominous sound]
[door opens]
[door closes]
[phone vibrates]
- Um.
Hello?
- Hey, sorry, did I wake you?
No, you don't.
- I just got off shift.
Oh, it's fine.
I have to get up in like half an hour.
Anyway, you're good?
What's up?
- Yeah, I just wanted to check how things
were going with the hard drive?
- Oh, I haven't actually
looked into that yet, but I will,
later today.
[yawns]
- I'm gonna hit the sack.
- Lucky you, you get to get
into bed while I have to get out.
- At least you don't have to deal
with any crazy unhoused people.
- That's true, the unhoused,
that is a hard part of the job.
Hopefully you meet some
chill unhoused people.
- Actually, I did meet one.
She even offered me some pizza.
Not very fresh pizza,
but pizza nonetheless.
[yawns]
Anyway, I'm gonna let
you enjoy your warm bed.
- Okay, I will give you a ring later.
We should go out for drinks, too.
- Um.
Yeah, that sounds fun.
Okay.
Good night, I mean, good morning.
- Good morning.
[pops]
[footsteps]
- Hello?
Lucas?
[switch]
[footsteps]
[tense sound]
[footsteps]
[thud]
Guess he's not working today.
[soft thud]
[clicks]
[clicks]
What the fuck?
[ominous sound]
[tense sound]
Oh, shit.
[rustles]
[footsteps]
Hello, this is security.
Anybody here?
This is security.
Is anyone here?
[phone rings]
[beeps]
- Hi, Hilda?
- Hello?
- Hi, are you at Prospect
Warehouse District right now?
- Um, yeah, I'm on my shift right now.
What's up?
- Okay, um, just a
little update on your file,
um, it did actually go missing.
- Wait, what?
- You know what, it's okay,
because before it went missing,
we did upload the video to
the cloud, so we're all good.
- So you were able to
retrieve the security feed video?
- Yes, we were.
Um, but just a question.
Um, is Lucas on site with you right now?
- Well, weird thing is,
I didn't see him today.
Nobody was here when I got here.
- You know, you might
just want to just go home.
Just get out there.
Go home.
- Wait, what is the reason for that?
- What are you doing here?
Stay back!
Don't come any closer!
- Sarah?
Stay back!
- Is something going on?
- Back! Stay back!
[rustles]
No, stay back!
[screams]
[beeps]
- Sarah? Sarah?
Sarah, are you okay?
[ominous sound]
[screams]
[tense sound]
[upbeat music playing]
[ominous sound]
Patrick!
Hey! Patrick!
[tense sound]
Hey!
[tense sound]
Patrick?
Don't go inside!
No!
Patick!
[footsteps]
[ominous sound]
[step]
[screams]
[footsteps]
[screams]
[tense sound]
[gasps]
[ominous sound]
[tense sound]
[screams]
[slams]
[tense sound]
[engine starts]
[screams]
[slams]
[rustles]
[gasps]
[tense sound]
[kicks]
[ominous sound]
[gasps]
What?
[car door opens]
- Die, die, die, die.
Die.
- Is this the guard?
- No.
No.
- Figures.
[ominous sound]
[drops]
[car door closes]
[car door closes]
[ominous sound]
[car door closes]
[engine revving]
[rumbles]
- What?
[ominous sound]
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
- Hey, girl! Do you do VIP parking now?
Because that's pretty rad.
- Did you see a red car just drive by?
- Red car? Uh, nope.
I haven't seen any cars.
Just yours.
- Wait, what?
But they drove through
here just seconds ago.
- Uh, nope.
I'm pretty sure I would have noticed it.
I'm like the god of auditory perception.
I can hear a mouse squeak from a mile away.
- Shit, shit, shit!
- Oh, thought my ex had a sailor's mouth.
What's got you at a pretzel twist?
- I gotta go.
- Oh, that's, wild.
[car door closes]
Today's youth.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[soft thud]
- Hey, Lance.
How'd our girl do tonight?
[coughs]
Yeah.
[coughs]
Well...
This is awkward.
- Lucas, what the fuck
are you doing in my house?
- Well, where is Lance?
He's only supposed to scare you.
- Scare me?
- I guess it's my fault
for trusting that guy.
Always did have an act to fucking shut up,
clumsy-ass bitch that he is.
[spits]
- It was you!
You killed James!
- Hey, now that was an accident.
- An accident?
[keys rattle]
[keys rattle]
[car door closes]
[rustles]
[keys rattle]
[grunts]
[thud]
[rummages]
[slams]
[drops]
- Yeah.
The guy was wandering
around the parking lot,
completely in the dark.
He should have been watching
where he was fucking going.
- You were drunk, weren't you?
- Yeah, you could say that.
But you can also say that's
just an average Tuesday for me,
so not really my fault.
If you want to point
fingers and blame someone
for being drunk that
night, it should be James.
[scoffs]
- Then what about the security footage?
[outdoor noise]
[car door closes]
[engine revving]
[engine revving]
[footsteps]
[drags]
[rustles]
[slams]
[thud]
[slams]
[slams]
[thud]
- Do you have any
security footage on this site
that I can review?
- We did, but like I said,
the computer that held all the
archived footage got destroyed.
Um, as you know, officer,
we have a very bad
homeless problem in this area.
Sadly, some derelict wandered
in and destroyed our property.
We only have the live
feed to work with now.
- And you didn't see anything
while you were driving out?
- No, it was just a normal
night like any other night.
Um.
But now that you mention it,
I do believe I saw James
drinking on his way in.
- Oh, he was, was he?
[indistinct radio chatter]
I hate dealing with drunks.
Well, shit,
maybe karma just got him
for drinking on the job, right?
- That's what I said.
- Well, I'm going to write this up
and I'll contact you if
I have any questions.
Have a good night.
- Thank you, officer.
I always appreciate your service.
You stop by anytime for questions, okay?
- You destroyed the computer
to prevent anyone from seeing the footage.
- Well, no shit I'm going
to destroy the computer.
I've got to cover my tracks, right Velma?
- But then it wasn't completely broken.
- Look, it doesn't matter
if it was broken or not.
I would have been in the clear
if you just minded your
own fucking business.
- So it was Lance who took it then?
[message alert]
- How the hell did Hilda
get ahold of that hard drive?
- I don't know, man.
She's smarter than she looks.
It's surprising, I know, trust me.
But what are we going to do?
- Fuck!
Alright, well you have
access to that office, right?
You can get your hands on that hard drive?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
After, after hours
when everybody's done
and the end of my shift,
there's usually nobody there, so...
- Alright, good.
- I can get it.
- Okay, good, good.
- One thing.
Hilda,
she's going to follow up on this, yeah?
- Yeah, I know.
The girl's a pain in my ass.
She thinks she's Nancy fucking Drew.
If we can just get her
transferred to a new site somehow.
- Love that idea.
Great idea.
Easier said than done.
How are we going to do that, hmm?
Huh? Any bright ideas?
- You up for a little fun?
[mysterious music playing]
[mysterious music continues]
[flips]
[clanks]
[bottle breaks]
- You do know that it's pointless.
The data was recovered to the cloud.
- Yeah, I know.
Which is why I made a
quick stop at the office tonight.
Hence why I didn't show up for my shift.
- Hi, Hilda.
Hi, are you at Prospect
Warehouse District right now?
- Yeah, I'm on my shift right now.
What's up?
- Okay, um, just a
little update on your file.
Um, it did actually go missing.
- Wait, what?
- But you know what, it's okay.
Because before it went missing,
we did upload the video to the cloud.
So, we're all good.
Wait, so you were able to
retrieve the security feed video?
- Yes, we were.
Um, but just a question.
Um, is Lucas on site with you right now?
- Well, weird thing is,
I didn't see him today.
Nobody was here when I got here.
- You know, you might
just want to just go home.
Just get out of there.
Go home.
- What is the reason for that?
- What are you doing?
- Sarah?
What's going on?
- Hey, don't get any closer.
Don't get any closer.
Stay back!
Stay back!
[screams]
- Sarah?
[screams]
- Don't worry about the cloud, okay?
It's clean.
Nothing but sunshine up there, darling.
[clicks tongue]
- What happened to Sarah?
- Well, I don't think you want to know.
Because the same thing
is going to happen to you.
You are the last loose end
that I need to take care of.
[car horns]
[engine revving]
Who the fuck is that?
- Um,
[breathing heavily]
I...
- Come on.
Move.
[footsteps]
You expecting company?
It's 4 o'clock in the fucking morning.
Alright, so what we're going to do,
we're going to be quiet as fuck.
And we're going to leave, okay?
Getta your fucking ass up there.
Go.
[continuous knocking]
[ominous sound]
[door opens]
[thud]
[squeaks]
[door closes]
[shrill cry]
Who the fuck is out there, huh?
- I don't know.
- Don't fucking lie to me, Hilda.
- I am not.
I don't know who they are.
[ominous sound]
[slams]
[tense sound]
[whispers]
[door opens]
[footsteps]
- Don't move.
- You took him.
[tense sound]
- I'll kill you, you fucking bitch!
Back off!
- You took him!
You took him away!
[gunshots]
Finally found you.
[empty shots]
- You took him away from me!
[screams]
- No! No!
No!
[subtle music playing]
[tense sound]
[thud]
[thud]
[slice]
[cracks]
- What? You?
[ominous sound]
What the?
[ominous sound continues]
[car door closes]
- Is it finished?
- Yeah.
We finally got him.
- Well, it's about damn time.
- Yes.
I can finally see him again.
- Let's not keep him waiting any longer.
[thud]
- James would be so proud.
- I know.
- Let's go.
- We're coming.
[eerie sound]
- Oh, hey, girl.
How's that security life treating you?
- You know, I just turned
in my two weeks today.
I think it's time to move
on to a different career path.
- Oh, I'm proud of you, sis.
You deserve better.
- Don't we all?
- Say, what happened to that other guy
that was wandering around?
The one who was drinking a lot?
- I guess you could say...
He was chopped.
- Chopped, huh?
Well, I guess you can only drink on the job
so much until you get caught.
- Hey, do you have any extra
za slices today by any chance?
- Hell yeah, sis.
- Thank you.
- Cheers. [in sync]
[beep, static]
[ominous theme playing]
[phone ringing]
- Please leave your message.
- Hi, manager.
It's me again, Hilda.
Um.
You haven't responded
to my emails or texts,
so I was just calling to let you know
I won't be coming in
next week since, you know,
I turned in my two weeks.
I don't know if you guys
do recommendation letters,
but it would be nice to get one.
By the way, the police officer
came by asking about the guard,
uh, Lance, you know,
that got run over by a car.
I told him there was no
security footage he could review,
so maybe you guys want to get
that computer fixed eventually.
Yeah.
He came to the conclusion
that it must be a drunk driver,
but you can read that in the
police report I put into my report.
[beep, static]
Okay, um, yeah, thanks, I guess.
Good night. [END]