Velvicide (2026) Movie Script
(phone ringing)
Thank you for calling National
Suicide Prevention Safe Line.
This is Callum speaking.
How may I assist you today?
Be of assistance.
What is this, GrubHub?
No ma'am, this is Suicide
Prevention Safe Line.
You called the safe line.
This is Callum speaking.
You said that already.
I see intelligence
is a high priority
in your company.
Uh, so miss, I have a few
questions for you today.
Oh, Roxanne.
Miss Roxanne.
No, just Roxanne.
Okay, Roxanne, I just have
a few questions here.
Are you thinking of sui
Thinking of suicide.
Have you ever thought about suicide
in the last two months?
Have you attempted to
kill yourself?
Blah, blah, blah.
I know the whole spiel, Callum.
You think you're really
gonna save a life
Reading from a damn script?
Okay.
No script?
Uh, what do you want to talk
about, Roxanne?
I want to kill my deadbeat
husband.
I've been calling for months and
y'all keep talking to
me out of this.
You even sent a policeman
to my front door.
Um, miss, uh
Roxanne, uh, I shouldn't have
to tell you this, but it's
against the law to murder
someone, uh, even if it
is your husband.
See, was that so hard? Way better
than a script, am I right?
Well, like I said, you can't
just murder someone.
Yes, you can.
Murder-suicide. People do it all
the time. And to answer your
script's question, you bet
your ass I've thought about
suicide over the last
two months.
Hell, years, maybe.
Oh, Roxanne, I don't really know
if I'm, uh, qualified to-I'm
just gonna switch you over
to my supervisor.
Oh, you don't get rid of me that
easily. You switch me over?
And I'll do it.
Just give me a reason.
I dare you.
Okay. Uh-oh.
Okay, uh, what do you want
me to do, Roxanne?
I want you to listen.
I'm listening.
Do you hear that?
Do I have to put you on speaker?
No, no, no, I-I'm listening.
Uh, clicking, right?
Do you know what that
clicking is?
I have no idea.
Well, I'll help you.
You're not gonna find that anywhere
in your script, Callum.
That there's a sound of a nine
millimeter bullet being
loaded into a gun.
My husband's Walther
to be exact.
Kind of ironic if you
think about it.
Something he keeps around the
house for protection.
Uh, Roxanne, I'm-I'm gonna go
ahead and transfer you.
I must have done this
a dozen times.
Always loading and unloading
this thing.
Listen, Roxanne.
Just hoping I'd have the brass
to do what needs to be done.
Roxanne, you don't have
to do this.
Hold on. I'm gonna stop
you right there.
Because, yes, I do.
I do have to do this, Callum.
The bastard's been getting away
with this for far too long.
Roxanne.
Put the gun down.
You called me.
You obviously want me
to stop you.
Well, this is me stopping you.
So please, put it down.
Roxanne!
Damn signal.
I lost you there for a minute.
You were saying?
I was just saying.
(Gunshot over the phone)
Roxanne?
(Indistinct chatter in background)
Roxanne?
Roxanne?
Callum?
Are you still there?
Roxanne, what the hell?
You can't just
(hysterical laughter over the phone)
Oh, Callum.
I wish I'd seen your face.
Who the hell
Oh, and you should have
seen his face.
There's blood everywhere.
What's it say in your script
about blood everywhere?
Oh, don't go quiet on me now.
I don't want to be alone
when I do this.
Uh, have you been having feelings
of helplessness?
Or hopelessness?
Do you feel trapped?
Oh, Callum.
You're better than this.
Talk to me like a real
human being.
And to answer your question,
no, I don't feel trapped.
Not anymore.
Roxanne, I-I think we should
really call someone.
Ya know?
I've seen a lot of dead
bodies in my time.
Well, mostly funerals and TV.
It just looks different when you're
the one who's done it.
Rox-Roxanne, we really need
to get you some help.
You've helped me enough, hun.
Well, Callum,
looks like this is where you
and I part ways.
You know what they say.
A squeaky wheel gets the grease.
(Gunshot)
I was tempted.
Tempted by your smile.
I was Tempted.
And for a little while
I was certain.
That I will be the one to
change you.
And you will be mine.
You will be mine.
I was Tempted.
But tempted I'm no more
I've attempted.
What was never done before.
Drop the curtains.
No one ever changes no one.
Farewell and Goodbye.
(Indistinct crew chatter)
Let's start with your name.
Tell us who you are and why
we're here today.
My name, right.
My name is Velvet Stevens.
And this is my story.
Velvet.
Why were you here today, Velvet?
Why were you here today?
We're here because of what
happened to me.
I was kidnapped by a deranged
masked man.
I was locked in a garage chained
to a massive metal safe.
He took months of my
life from me.
We're here today because I want
to tell the world my story.
And I want...
Maybe by telling it,
I don't know.
Maybe by telling it,
I can find out.
Well, I can find this
bastard who did
this to me and slit his
fucking throat.
Let's start from the beginning.
Why don't you tell us about
that first night?
The night he took you, the
night it all began.
I want to say that night
was like any other.
But it wasn't.
I was going through my nightly routine,
getting ready for bed.
The only thing slightly
jarring was my
then boyfriend and I had
an agreement.
He decided to break
it that night.
What?
I want a vacuum.
I'm serious.
Damn cat of yours. Dander literally
everywhere.
I feel like I have to wear
socks around
here all the time just thinking
about it.
You're right. You should wear socks.
You'd be doing us all a favor.
Ah ha. Hilarious.
Any word on your father?
I'm sure he's going to be okay.
I mean, doctors, they...
What are you doing here, Kyle?
You promised.
The only communication we agreed on
is over the phone.
Right, yeah. About that...
How the hell did you get
inside, anyway?
Your front door. It
was unlocked.
I knocked, but you were...
You see, that is exactly what I'm
talking about right there.
You want to help?
You want to satisfy your
savior complex?
Suck it.
I'm sorry?
You heard me. Suck it.
The carpet, you dipshit. You
said you wanted a vacuum.
Vacuum.
Okay, I'm about to take
a shower. I
want you out of here by
the time I'm done.
No, no, no.
No, you heard me. Phone
only. Next.
Next time you want to talk, that
was our deal.
Phone only. Got it.
How long are we going to
keep doing this?
This separation?
It's killing me, babe.
The vacuum's in the downstairs
closet.
Be gone by the time I get out.
The boyfriend.
You care to elaborate while you
guys are on a break?
Let me tell you, he wasn't
happy about it.
(Tense music building)
(Loud noise from inside the house)
Kyle?
Kyle, this isn't funny, asshole.
If you hear me, speak up.
She'll be coming around the mountain
When she comes.
She'll be coming around
the mountain
when she comes
coming around the mountain.
(Loud vacuum cleaner turns on)
(Vaccum turns off)
She'll be riding six white
horses when she
comes.
(Loud jarring music)
Uh, question, if I may.
Should we be coming around
the mountain?
It's something I do when I
get scared. I sing.
You sing?
Why that song in particular?
Why should we be coming around
the mountain?
You'd have to ask my dad. He
got me started on it.
This is the second time you've
mentioned your father.
Where is he now?
After everything went dark,
the next thing I knew
I was shoved into the
trunk of a car.
(Suspenseful music)
The emergency trunk release
was hanging there.
I wanted to grab it, pull it.
I would have done anything.
Jumped out of the moving car,
hurt myself to escape.
But my hands were tied
behind my back.
I suppose I could have tried to
grab it with my mouth.
But I didn't.
Thought about it, but I didn't.
It was like I was frozen.
So I just laid there, watching
it sway back
and forth in front of me,
almost like mocking me.
Escape inches away.
Sometimes fear can immobilize
us.
Velvet, nobody here blames
you for inaction.
I mean, who knows?
Pulling that cord could've
changed the whole narrative.
You may not even be right here,
right now, alive to tell
your story.
That night was a blur.
I don't know how long
the drive was,
but it must have been hours.
And we finally stopped.
Again, it happened so fast,
I could barely...
(Loud Thud)
Somewhere in the struggle,
I blacked out.
(Handcuffs clicking closed)
When I came to...
That's when the nightmare
really began.
(Sad dramatic music)
This large metal safe...
I was chained to it.
And inside, there was a
bed made for me.
Like I was supposed to sleep
there or something.
(Squeaking metal door)
And the more I looked around,
the more I understood.
This wasn't an overnight stay.
This person had plans for me.
Like he'd thought this through,
or done this before.
I wanted to scream, to cry,
to break down,
but it was like my mind
was protecting me.
Like it kicked into fight
or flight mode.
But everywhere I looked, I just
saw more evidence
that I was in this for
the long haul.
And that's when...
How long you stay here is
entirely up to you.
His voice was off.
I'd never heard anything
like it before.
The only way I could
describe it...
It was filtered through some
sort of microphone.
(Heavy chair legs dragging the ground)
Who the hell are you?
One question.
You get one question.
Choose wisely.
Only one question.
I had a million.
I could only choose one.
So I sat there,
trying to piece together the
events of the night.
Why me?
Why here? Why now?
Just a bunch of whys.
I mean, what the hell do you ask
when you only get one question?
Do you expect me to take
a shit in that?
(Loud chair and suspenseful hit)
Well, you got balls.
I'll give you that.
Most women or men even would
have been shitting bricks.
I mean, a masked man, an
unfamiliar setting,
the accommodations a few steps
down from what I'd imagine
to be your shittiest drug-infested
motel.
Yet here you are, asserting
authority in a situation
where, in reality, you had none.
I'm not a Stockholm
kind of girl.
Mister. Right? Yeah.
Of course not.
And again, it's just Isaac.
No formalities needed here.
Now, where were we?
Porta-potty.
Right. The pallet and the safe.
Tell us, what was that
first night like?
(Vomiting into a bucket)
They say an adrenaline rush is
followed by a low point.
I was already exhausted from
the events of the night.
I wanted to escape.
But those thoughts were
cut short by
the heavy chain attached
to my leg.
[SOBBING]
So I did nothing.
(at a whisper)
She'll be coming around the mountain
when she comes...
The cold steel of the safe
helped
soothe this massive headache
I had.
She'll be coming around
the mountain
when she comes...
So, I just sat there
resigned to my fate.
I had fallen asleep, and
some time later, he woke me up.
I asked more than one
question this time.
What the fuck is this?
You want me to eat? Stay healthy?
Is that what this is about?
Did you cut my sandwich
with this?
You know, a simple knife,
would've
Tomato and rye. Cut in fourths.
Yeah, so?
You think you know me
because of this?
Something you could have found
out on social media?
How long have you been
watching me?
She'll be coming around the
mountain when she comes.
(Phone ringing)
[RUSTLING]
Your father, Gregory Stevens,
room 306.
St. Francis Hospital, stage 3
pancreatic cancer.
What the hell do you want?
I want to give you what
you want.
I want you to kill yourself.
Kill myself? Why would
I wanna
This direction. Don't make the
same mistake I did.
Screw you, you bastard!
And if I don't?
Well, your old man will
have more to
worry about than pancreatic
cancer.
Are you suicidal?
What kind of question is that?
Um, look, once again,
I don't want
to overstep any boundaries
here, okay?
I'm just trying to get the full
story for the documentary,
that's all.
Now, you said this guy knew you
or at least had been watching
you for some time.
I mean, the sandwich, your father,
among other things.
Hey, look, it's nothing to
be embarrassed about.
We all struggle with depression
in some form or another.
Now, again, I ask you for the
full sake of the story.
Are you, or have you ever been
suicidal, Velvet?
(Gunshot)
Incoming call.
(phone rings)
Thank you for calling
National Suicide.
Prevention Safe Line, this
is Callum speaking.
Yes, hello, um, I'd like
to talk to someone.
Have you had thoughts about
suicide in the last two
months, miss?
Velvet.
And yes, I've thought
about ending it.
(Intense music)
Are you, or have you ever
been suicidal?
I have not.
Why don't we take five,
huh? Sound good?
(silence)
Didn't realize how difficult this
would be, reliving all those
moments I've tried to suppress.
Can I offer a word of advice?
Just put it all out there,
you know?
Holding back only detracts what
you're trying to do here.
You want to catch this
guy, right?
So help us help you.
Put it all out there, you know?
One word of advice, really?
Put it all out there. That's five.
Five words of advice, Isaac.
Five words.
Right.
Hey, uh, look, I just wanted to
apologize for back there, you
know, I was being a little pushy,
and I'm just trying to get
the full story for the
documentary. You understand
that, right?
Oh, I'm sorry, I must be confused.
I thought you were playing
Mario Kart. But seriously,
a word of advice?
Yeah, all ears.
Ease and slowly.
This isn't 60 Minutes and You're
Not Diane Fucking Sawyer.
Lube a girl up first. Little
foreplay goes a long way.
And that's when she said Squeaky
Will Gets the Grease.
When she blew her frickin'
brains out on the phone.
Oh, shit.
What's the protocol for
something like that?
Protocol?
Contact the authorities and
report to your supervisor
immediately.
Where the hell's Finch? He
said he was gonna
be here tonight. It's like
30 minutes late.
So that's what you did, right?
You told him what happened.
Hold up. I'm still caught up in the
whole Squeaky Will Gets the.
Grease thing. What does
that even mean?
It means that someone who
causes a problem
will get help over someone
that stays quiet.
But back to this crazy-ass little
pickle that you're in. You
did eventually tell your
supervisor, right?
Well, I took another call.
You took another call?
Yeah, you took another call.
What about that?
Wait, hold on. You didn't
report it?
Well, I was distracted.
Distracted?
Yeah.
As in you didn't tell anyone?
As in there's like a dead woman
and her murdered husband lying
on the floor of a house somewhere
because you didn't report it?
That's right.
As with everything that
you do, Callum,
I am sure you had a very
good reason.
Wait, aren't you worried that they
recorded you or something
that are gonna, I don't know, fire
you for not telling anybody?
I highly doubt they're gonna comb
through all those calls. I
can't imagine who they'd have
to pay to do all that.
Besides, if this has happened before,
it's just usually people
don't keep their mouths
shut about it.
Squeaky Will Gets the Grease.
I think I'm supposed to
be the Grease.
I think you should choose a
different line of work.
(Phone buzzing)
It's Finch. He says he's running
late. Don't wait up for him.
Of course he is.
Wait up? I wouldn't
dream of it.
Gotta go to the little girl's
room. I got a piss like
a racehorse.
Hey, that's Lady Like.
Hey, cut her some slack. You've
domesticated her so much I
barely even recognize
her anymore.
She used to just tell us she
was gonna go take a dump.
I never! I never! I never!
Okay, so what's the Lady Like
version of "piss like
a racehorse"?
Tinkle?
Tinkle. I like that. I have to
go tinkle, darling.
I'll be back.
Good luck.
I hope you don't mind us bringing
a couple beers over.
You guys enjoy yourselves. It's
not your cross to bear anyway.
Yeah I know, but still, we felt kind
of guilty after.
Oh, just let it go, you know.
I'm a big boy. I make my
own decisions.
Alright, big boy. Cut the shit.
What's her name?
Pardon?
The girl?
The Distraction.
Come on, you had a
murder-suicide
on your line, and then you...
What, I guess you were in shock,
so you just took another call?
Sure, call it autopilot or
whatever, but...
Something happened on that call.
Who made you forget, Callum?
Listen, I get it. If you don't
report the incident after a
certain amount of time,
they're gonna look
into the call that impeded
your report, but I...
I can't believe Finch
stood us up.
Dude, fuck Finch. Okay,
so don't
deflect my question.
Who is she?
You risked your job for
somebody? That's the only thing
that makes sense.
Come on, I've known you long enough.
So, I will ask you again.
Who's the girl, Callum?
So, obviously you didn't kill
yourself that night.
So what happened next?
That night was hell.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't
think about it.
But something inside me screamed
no way in hell.
I was feeling rebellious.
To give him that satisfaction,
I couldn't do it.
And your father?
What about the kidnapper's threat?
Did that affect your decision?
I made him a promise.
One I intended to keep.
The idea of sleeping in that safe
was unbearable.
Just the thought alone made me nauseous.
And it was obvious. He
was watching me.
Cameras were everywhere.
Their red blinking lights begging
me to make a move.
So once again, I did
the opposite.
They say inaction is a
form of action.
Maintain the status quo,
if you will.
So I just sat there.
Your move, asshole.
I gave a chess.
I prefer go fish. The transparency.
You simply ask for what you
want and if your opponent
has it...
They give it to you.
Right. They give it to you.
So say you gave you that
opportunity.
Let you simply ask for
what you wanted.
What exactly would you have asked
for in that moment, Velvet?
(Phone ringing)
Sex hotline?
Is that even a thing anymore with
all the free sites online?
You failed your first test.
Okay, Sensei, are we in the wax
on, wax off stage now?
What do you want?
I want a five star...
I'm gonna go home. See
my family.
The phone. You could have used
it. Why didn't you?
It's a trap. You have cameras everywhere.
What happens when I
pick up the receiver? Who's
on the other end?
Like everything else, you have
to weigh risk versus reward.
Why don't you take off that mask
and show me how hideous you
are underneath? I'm not playing
your stupid game or whatever
this is. I'm not giving
you what you want.
Open your mouth.
Funny that cake hole was wide open just
seconds ago. Where'd that
feisty little girl go?
Now open it.
Ugh.
From now on, I do the talking.
You will listen and do as I say.
(Laughter)
You kill yourself or I will
kill you.
The choice is yours. I have
ways to make you comply.
Now bring your attention
to exhibit A.
Red pill, blue pill, it doesn't
really matter. As long as.
As long as you're dead in the morning.
Enjoy your sandwich.
(Door slamming)
Tough pill to swallow.
No pun intended.
I mean, the fact that
this guy...
Dickhead.
Right. The fact that this
dickhead decided
decided you were gonna off yourself
one way or another.
I mean, I can't imagine how traumatizing
that must have been.
It's not every day you have
a gun in your mouth.
[phone buzzing]
Velvet speaking.
Hello, yes. I was calling to see
if you're still happy with
your current auto insurance
provider.
Kick bricks.
Whoa, whoa. Sorry. It's
me, Callum.
Your suicide prevention,
safe line guy.
I thought the process
was anonymous.
I mean, It is. We can't really
give your
information out to a
third party.
This has got to be illegal.
You're calling me...
Do you do this to other callers?
I apologize. Look, I was having
a really rough day yesterday,
and then you called, and
it got better.
Again, I'm sorry for the
call. I just...
You just what?
Look, I know it's none
of my business.
I just don't want to see you
hurt yourself.
See, I have to listen
to people every
day, and every day it's
the same thing.
People threaten to go through
with it, and
most of the time it's empty
threats, but...
You know, most of them
don't really
mean it, but you meant
it. I could tell.
The woman that called before you
she meant it. I
couldn't tell.
I see that's the difference.
With you, I could.
Well, you're right. It's none
of your business, and I
appreciate your concern.
I really do.
It's your dad, isn't it? He's
the reason why you're sad.
You know, I was close with my mom,
and... kind of like you were
with your dad, and when
I lost her...
Well, let's just say I hit
the bottle pretty hard.
Is that your advice, start a
monthly long bender?
What? I'm allowed to give
you advice now?
Callum. It's Callum, right?
Right. It means dove, or
purity, peace.
None of the things I really
identify with.
But what about you?
You have some
deep, profound meaning
to your name?
It means a soft napped fabric.
Okay, so let's say that I don't
call the cops on you, Callum.
Or worse, call the Suicide
Prevention Safe
line and tell them what
you've been up to.
What's in it for me if
I keep quiet?
Blackmail. I like your style.
Well, that's easy. You get
someone to watch over you.
You get someone to keep you
alive when everything
feels hopeless.
Someone to talk to.
I think it was Nelson Mandela
who said, "May your choices
reflect your hopes, not
your fears."
A few days in, and I'd
hoped to be
rescued or escaped, but the
fear was stronger.
I would die there, and
I knew it.
Whether I did it or the masked
freak did it, I was a goner.
I weighed my next decision
carefully. Was I basing it
on hope or fear?
Was there hope in knowing by taking
the pills I'd finally be
free from the torture of this
makeshift prison?
Or was it fear driving me?
What would happen next?
Would I get another gun
shoved in my mouth?
Would he pull the
trigger this time?
It was obvious what I
needed to do.
All right, let's go ahead
and cut right there.
Good job, everybody.
We'll reconvene here tomorrow at
the same time, same place.
Oh, hey, um, quick question.
They're never quick with you.
More so long and convoluted.
Wow, there are so many
jokes there
that I don't even care
to unpack.
I'm not touching that one.
Your question?
Right, my question.
Um, so there's this, uh,
hole-in-the-wall dive bar
down the street.
That's not a question.
Well, it was gonna be before
you interrupted.
Oh, no way in hell.
Wow, not even in hell, she says.
Not even in hell.
You know, that kind of hurts
my feelings, Velvet.
I'm only trying to help
you here.
I'm trying to find common
ground, you know?
Move through this thing together,
figure it out.
I'm Team Velvet, remember?
One drink?
One drink.
Team Velvet.
Team Velvet.
We're not coming up with some
silly handshake, are we?
No, of course not.
You serious?
Absolutely not.
(Bar music blasting)
So, that was the first and
hopefully last time I cut
an umbilical cord.
Paging Dr. Isaac?
Come on.
Come on. You rang?
Um, we have a bleeder
in room five.
Oh, Lord, not a bleeder. I'm
not even a doctor.
Wow, a doctor. That's funny.
I can't even get a film right.
Okay, but this one's gonna
be fine, I promise.
Last thing I need is for you
to run over the hills.
Because you think this is a
waste of time.
I'm confident we can get a big
platform to buy this thing,
for real.
And, honestly, with
your story, I
mean, it's nothing short
of a miracle.
I guess I'm pretty honored
that you
let me help you tell it,
or whatever.
Well, you did reach out
to me first.
I'm the first-come first-serve
kind of girl.
But you're not a Stockholm
kind of
girl, and I'm not Diane
fucking Sawyer.
Well...
Take that.
I have to admit. You're
giving her a run
for her money.
Well, bold claim there.
Well, well, well.
What do we have here?
You don't write, you don't call.
You don't say anything original?
You look familiar, friend. Do
we know each other?
I don't know. Friend? Do we?
I miss you.
This is not fair. I didn't
do anything, Velvet.
Whoa.
The lady said "not here,
not now."
Did you hear that? Or your wires
a little too crossed?
You know what? This has nothing
to do with you, so back off.
You gotta just let me explain.
He took me, too!
Yeah.
Hold on. Hold on.
When you say "he took you too,"
you're talking about...
Yeah. What about it?
What's it to you?
That's just interesting,
that's all.
Very interesting.
I mean, your timing could not
be more impeccable.
We're actually doing a
documentary on
the whole shebang if you
want in, buddy.
Isaac, what?
I'm a filmmaker. Director,
actually.
Isaac.
Kyle.
Nice. Kyle.
Kyle.
Yeah, so we're trying
to find out who
this guy is
and bring him to justice.
Sure. Anything I can
do to help.
Great. Great. That's awesome. Thank
you. Kyle. Appreciate it.
We'll get you set up, get you on
a call sheet. How's that sound?
Oh, groovy. So what? You guys
are, like, friends now?
No, we just have a vested interest
in your story, right?
So we best to examine it
from both angles.
Fine, but we're still done.
You got it?
Absolutely.
No more drama. Just an old friend
helping out an old flame.
Well, better strap up. This man.
This man asks some hard-hitting
questions.
I think I can handle it. Anything
to catch him, right?
Hmm. Bacon, really?
Whatever happened to
Tomato on Rye?
Cut in fourths?
Tiger never changes its
stripes, sweetheart.
Or its taste buds.
Looking forward to the
interview, friend.
Real charmer, that one.
Oh, my gosh. I'm so sorry.
It's fine. It's fine. It looks
like it's your turn to
drink anyway.
Good. I'm gonna need it.
So you took the pills,
all of them.
What happened next?
I don't like everything else.
It was a blur.
I woke up in a pile of vomit.
I felt like death.
But I was alive.
A rope. Great.
Terrific. Where am I gonna
hang myself?
Couldn't get the pills right. So
now it's death by hanging.
Really old-fashioned of ya!
You're gonna give me the
silent treatment?
I did what you told me to,
bastard. I took the pills.
All of them.
Every last one of them.
But I'm still here.
Why am I still here? Why
am I still here?
Why am I still here?
I was gonna ask you the
same question.
This is normally the part where
I make up some silly excuse,
call you an Uber, get you
outta here, stat.
Doctor lingo, there you go again.
Doctor...
You're sure you're in the
right profession?
Why don't you ask me again after
we release this thing?
Look, while we're talking shop,
that little friend of yours.
Kyle?
Kyle.
Yeah.
What's his deal? I don't
trust him.
I don't know, there's something
off about him.
How long did you guys
date again?
Long enough to know he's
not a threat.
I don't know.
Something about him kind
of gives me the
heebie jeebies. You
know what I mean?
No, no, of course not. You
dated the idiot.
Do I know you, friend?
Oh, stop!
Is someone jealous?
Well, jealous... no, I'm not...
I'm not jealous, Velvet.
I don't get jealous. You
know more men
die from jealousy than
cancer, right?
Right. Your uh... your father.
Look, I'm sorry.
No, it's fine.
You can't walk on eggshells all
the time to protect me.
Are we gonna talk about
it at least?
You know, it's the last
interviews tomorrow.
We have been kind of tiptoeing
around with...
It's... it's a pretty vital piece
of information. It's integral
to the story, Velvet, you know?
Right, I know.
Yeah.
Listen, why don't you
call that cab so
afterwards I can do what
I came here to do?
Steal your wallet.
Well, I am a filmmaker, so...
Good luck finding anything
in there.
Every night he gave me a new
option to kill myself.
Sometimes it was something I could
plausibly do myself in with.
Other times it was...
Let's just say I'd have to be a
magician to pull it off.
At one point, he started
recycling old items.
Like he'd used everything
he could think of.
That's when it really hit me.
He wasn't gonna stop until I
did something drastic.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait a
minute. The phone. This
is when you...
This is right before I escaped.
I feel like we're missing
something here.
You sure you're not leaving
anything
out? Anything in between
you're missing?
Anything at all? For
this to work.
I need you to dig
a little deeper.
I told you everything already.
What about the handprints? The bruises?
Your tattered clothes?
The police report had a very
different picture.
He never touched me.
Right. He never touched you.
So... The phone. You decided you'd
had enough. What happened next?
I was tired of waiting
for something to
happen. I had to take matters
into my own hands.
Maybe he'd kill me.
I wasn't sure.
But I'd convinced myself it
was worth trying.
(Dial tone)
911. What's your emergency?
Why? Why are you doing this to
me? I have done everything.
Everything you've asked.
Everything.
What do you want from me that you
haven't already taken? You.
You want my life? You want me
to kill myself?
Why don't you do it, you fucking
coward? Why don't you just
kill me right now?
Come on, asshole. Get
it over with.
Are you familiar with a game
called Go Fish?
Are you serious right now? You
wanna play a card game?
Not just any game. Go Fish.
Right, Go Fish.
I don't know
I don't understand.
Did you know that the longest
game of Go Fish ever recorded was over
72 hours long?
Have you ever seen a doctor like
a psychiatrist or something?
Your cards are waiting for you.
I can't figure you out. Sometimes
I get two PB&J in a row and
sometimes it's two Tomato
on Rye in a row.
Who goes first?
Do you have a three?
Go Fish.
A seven?
Other times, other times you alternate.
It's PB&J one day
and then a tomato and rye
and the other.
Do you have a ten?
A six?
Go Fish.
Do you have an ace?
Oh, that's two. You're only
supposed to
give me. You're not supposed
to give me two.
House rules.
Right.
Do you have a two?
Go Fish.
And you only ever cut my tomato
and rye in fourths. But never
the peanut butter and jelly.
You don't cut it at all.
I don't get you. It beats
me. You have...
Do you
a key?
You expect me to believe this
isn't a trap like the phone?
You gonna shoot me in the
back or something?
Do you have a gun?
(sighs) Go Fish.
So that was it?
No final words, no questions,
no last
riddles, just... Here's the
key. Bon voyage.
Something like that.
Sorry, it's not what I built
it up to be.
I know it's very anticlimactic.
And that's not good for
television.
The house you left, you had the address.
You could have led the
authorities back to where you
escaped from, correct?
It was an old abandoned
house off.
Highway 25. When the police
went to search it.
It was too late. Somebody
had already
set it on fire, burned
it to the ground.
We're just glad you're
all right, ma'am.
And that's my story. The story of
how I spent months chained to
a safe in some sadistic guy's basement,
and how one day he just
decided to let me go over
a game of Go Fish.
Just like that. It
was all over.
Why don't we end with one last
question, if I may?
Yeah, of course. Shoot.
This kidnapper, the googly-eyed
mask guy,
you hope all the authorities
will catch him?
Absolutely.
Why?
Let me put it this way, Mr. Director.
A good rule of thumb in
card games is to always have
a card up your sleeve.
Let's just say I haven't
revealed my ace yet.
Cut.
What happened to put it
all out there?
I never agreed to that.
That was
your one word of advice,
remember?
I get that, but Velvet, this
needs to work.
Look, you got your movie. You got
your interview. There are
just some things that are too hurtful
to share on camera. I
know you understand that.
Yeah. Forget the cameras,
okay? Forget the
cameras. Forget the lights.
Forget all this.
Let's just do one last interview.
You and me. None of the crew,
none of the lights, none
of this. Just us.
I'll introduce you to the executive
producer who's funding this
whole thing. We can iron out
the last details.
I can finally wrap this thing
once and for all. What
do you say?
I don't know.
Velvet. Velvet, please,
I need this.
You need this?
One last interview. You and me.
Intimate. What do you say?
Yeah.
Okay, good.
I'll get an address.
I'll send it
over to you. I'll set it
up for tomorrow.
I got Kyle's interview
tomorrow, too, so
literally perfect. Thank
you. Seriously.
Tomorrow.
Yeah. Tomorrow.
Anything else?
Yeah, um...
I can't wait to hear about this
little trick you have
over your sleeve.
See you tomorrow.
Thought you said no cameras.
Hmm. Yeah, I lied.
I'm a filmmaker. What can I say?
Anything for the shot, right?
So what are we doing here again?
You want the details I left out?
You won't be needing that.
I think you could tell this
story better than I can.
Where should I start?
With every time you put
your hands on me?
Every time you forced yourself
on top of me?
You think I kidnapped you?
You think... You think I'm googly eyes?
The old man with the...
They say sometimes sociopaths
like to relive their darkest
moments.
Like, maybe...
They can actually feel
something real.
Feelings. Feelings. I'm a sociopath
now? What is this, Velvet?
I'm a sociopath now? You don't trust
me? Is that what this is?
A sociopath... How...
Answer me this. How can I
be a sociopath...
When I'm falling for you?
I mean, why the sudden change
of heart?
You're falling for me?
Right.
You know, I'm really glad
this happened.
You remind me of someone.
The way you...
What?
Never mind.
You can stay a little longer
if you like.
We can explore that secret handshake
you were talking about.
Don't you dare.
Don't you dare try to go anywhere
with a goodbye momento.
Why'd you become a filmmaker,
Isaac?
Did you want to capture
something that the world had
never seen before?
Or did you do it for your
own selfish desires?
Fine.
I'll be your villain. If that
gives you closure, okay?
I'm a selfish filmmaker who
exploited your kindness.
That's what I'm culpable of.
I wanted your story, your
whole story, not
just some truncated version
of the truth.
That's what I'm guilty of.
I care about the story, about
getting it out to the
world, so...
Lock me up.
You want the whole story? The
unabridged version?
Yes. That's all I've
wanted, Velvet.
It's that simple.
Tell you what.
Let's fast forward through
the abuse.
But if you really need me to tell
your precious camera...
He raped me.
Over and over and over and
over and over.
Sometimes.
Other times we just... talked.
What did you talk about?
Stuff.
Stuff?
Yeah, stuff. That made me
question his motives.
Happy stuff.
Well, as happy as you could be,
considering my current predicament
at the time.
Yeah. So we're being vague
again, is that it?
I'm getting to what you
want to hear.
Then other times we've
played games.
Monopoly, checkers, your typical
childhood games.
Go Fish?
No.
Only the one time, the
last time.
The day you escaped.
The day I escaped...
It did go a little differently
than the way I told before.
Please.
The floor's yours.
Umm, a seven?
Other times you alternate PP&J
one day, Tomato and
Rye the next.
Do you have a ten?
A six?
Go fish.
Do you have an ace?
That's two. You're only supposed
to give me
You're not supposed
to give me two.
House rules.
Do you have a two?
Go fish.
And you only ever cut my
tomato and Rye
in fourths, but never the peanut
butter and jelly.
You don't cut it at all.
It's like you're two different
people.
It's like you have two
different motives.
Kyle, your interview.
How'd it go?
I have a sneaking suspicion you
two already knew each other.
You look familiar, friend. Do
we know each other?
I don't know. Friend. Do we?
You would be wrong.
Seems we both have an ace
up to sleeve, huh?
I told you I didn't trust
that guy.
Something about him.
Ugh.
I can read people pretty
good, Velvet.
He was a liar.
Was?
Okay.
Well, I guess it's my
turn to share
here tonight.
So.
Hello.
My name is Isaac.
I'm here today because I'm
a recovering addict.
My addiction, you may ask.
It's complicated.
I like to film people.
So you're saying he tied you up?
Uh, yeah. With a rope.
Um, look, listen, friend,
I thought.
Velvet was going to
be here today.
She and I have some things
to iron out, so.
Yeah, she got tied up.
You'll have to forgive the
pun there, but
it's a good segue into the
rest of the story.
So, you were saying he
tied you up?
Yeah, sure.
Yeah, sure?
Look, man, I need more concrete
answers than.
"Yeah, sure." We really need
to nab this guy.
Okay, yes, yes. The answer's
yes. He tied me up.
Were your hands in front
or behind?
Did you tie your waist?
Did he gag you?
I don't know, man. The
details are
really fuzzy from that night.
It was late.
Bullshit.
He didn't take you at
all, did he?
You made all this up to win your
little girlfriend back, huh?
You don't have to say anything.
Just nod if I'm right.
It'll make this go a
lot smoother.
And there you go. See,
was that so hard?
Look, man, I love a good story
as much as the next
guy. You know?
But you can't bullshit
a bullshitter.
I'm trying to make something very
real here, and you're just
trying to piss on everything I've
worked so hard to build.
What'd you do to him?
You know, I interviewed him.
Did you hurt him?
Okay, so you were just jumping ship
with the whole conspiracy
theories you were just spewing
a few minutes ago?
About Kyle being in on all this?
Do you really care about that
dead weight now?
Why are you being so combative,
all of a sudden, Velvet?
I mean, just a few days ago,
you and I were so close.
Don't remind me.
I care about you, Velvet. I do.
I care about your story if that
wasn't obvious enough.
Let's end this thing right.
What do you say, once
and for all?
You know what you have
to do next.
Isaac, why do you have that?
Because I want you to sing.
What's that song you always sing
when you're... when
you're scared?
How's it go again?
[whistling]
Yeah. Yeah, that's the one.
(She'll Be Comin' Around
the Mountain plays)
You know, I thought
it convenient.
Nobody should have to do
this on their own.
What is this?
The end of your story.
You're gonna do what you couldn't
do, locked in those chains.
[laughs]
Ah, man.
[exhales]
The world is your oyster,
Velvet.
Now, you can be a good
girl and turn
that on yourself like we
came here to do.
Or... you can try to attack
me with it.
But I will warn you, if
you choose the
latter, I will not make
it easy on you.
I will defend myself
at all costs.
I'll cut the tape,
edit the footage to make it
look like you attacked me,
kill the sound,
chalk it up with some technical
mumbo jumbo,
and leave the rest up to the imagination
of our audience.
Our audience?
That's all this is to you,
a chance to be seen.
Why didn't you kill me when you
had the chance? I begged
you to.
Well, I can't say that I didn't
think about it.
Do you know that whole, uh,
angel and devil on your shoulder
that people have?
The voice of good and always nagging
you into the right...
I don't have one of those!
This angel's non-existent, baby.
Yeah.
Now, I'm not gonna lie to you,
there was a voice.
Not my voice, mind you, but
a voice, nonetheless.
What about now?
That voice.
What's it saying?
It's silent.
Let's do what we came here
to do, shall we?
Pull up those big girl
panties of yours
and let's get this fucking
show on the road.
Kill yourself.
(She'll Be Comin' Around the Mountain
plays)
("We'll kill the old red rooster
when she comes...)
(Whistling)
(Gunshot)
I'll be damned.
Oh, there's blood everywhere.
They sure look a lot different when
you're the one that's done it.
Hey, Velvet.
Hi, Callum.
Do you have a two?
Go fish.
And you only ever cut my tomato
and Rye in fourths,
but never the peanut butter
and jelly.
You don't cut it at all.
It's like two different people.
It's like you have two
different motives.
Hello, Velvet.
Callum?
I've got a story to tell you.
I'll try to be brief and then
you're free to go.
But I want you to know
why you're here.
Fuck you, Finch.
Fuck me.
You remember New Year's
party, man?
The ones you stood me up at?
I mean, completely.
Stood me up at?
At New Year's party, that was
completely different, man.
I fell asleep.
You didn't just fall
asleep, man.
Don't bullshit me.
You fell asleep on some fucking
railroad tracks.
That's some drunken shit
right there, man.
Do I need to remind you of that?
When are you getting out of that
damn thing anyways?
You're gonna bring this up every
time we're together?
Well, the doctor said it's
whenever I'm ready.
But I need a little bit more
physical therapy.
But check this out.
Listen, I'm sorry.
I've been dealing with some
heavy shit at home.
Really hectic.
Shit that I haven't really
told you about.
Hey, I get it, man.
Dad, the cat went under
the couch.
Oh, did he?
Well, I'll bet you $5 you
can't catch him.
I love you.
Go get him.
(Door slams shut)
Fucking bitch mother tried to
take her away from me.
Tried to take me to court.
Extort me for every dime I have.
Well, sorry to hear that.
They're parasites, man.
Blood suckers.
Every last one of them.
Speaking of which,
Liam tells me about your
little call.
With the girl?
How you been calling her?
Why would somebody be making all
those calls off the clock?
Going against company policy,
taking that kind of risk?
Unless...
You dirty dog.
Liam also tells me that
you looked her up.
Fell in love right there
on the spot.
Well, I guess Liam's told you
everything then...
Not everything.
He didn't tell me your end game.
What the hell are you planning
to do with all this?
I just don't want her
to kill herself.
I don't want her to
kill herself.
What? You don't want her
to kill herself.
What are you gonna do? Call
her every 24 hours?
Make sure she doesn't...
Jesus.
I mean, have you each learned nothing
from your line of work?
You know deep down you can't stop
somebody when they're bound
to determine to go through with
that kind of thing.
I don't know. I think you can.
Hypothetically, how far are you
willing to go for this girl?
What lengths would you
go through?
I mean, besides the little
house calls.
Do you think you can really reinvigorate
her will to live?
Make the sight of razors
repugnant to her?
What if...
I told you there was a way.
You could save your girl.
Make her want to live again.
And get rich in the process.
Simultaneously.
I mean, it's a bat shit crazy
idea, don't get me wrong.
But if we pull it off,
no one has to see
our faces. They don't have
to know who we are.
We can set it up like a tell all
interview style documentary.
Make a whole movie out of it.
No way, man. This sounds
way too risky.
Callum, come on, man. I mean,
you've been given a second
chance at life.
You got hit by a fucking train,
and you lived.
What, are you just gonna
waste that?
What if this is your calling?
Your purpose?
What if this is why you...
Save this girl from herself?
There's something to it, man.
You're not just here
for no reason.
I was your social experiment.
Is that what this was?
I'll make it right.
I've been at this a long time.
I'm not wired like other people.
I'm a coward.
No matter how many times I've tried,
I never got over the hump.
You're stronger than me, Velvet.
You were gonna do it, and
I stopped you.
Velvet! What did you do?
What did you do?
Come back!
Come back!
Even the train.
I said I was drunk, but I just
parked it there.
I heard the train coming,
and at the
last minute, I just threw
in reverse.
All these scars.
They're just a reminder
how weak I am.
I've seen your face.
If you let me go, your
life is over.
I know.
And you're okay with that?
It's the bravest thing
I've ever done.
Take the dirt road.
It'll lead you to 25.
Take a right.
There's a town a few miles
down the road.
I'll make this up to
you, Velvet.
(sniffles)
I swear it.
I told you I'd make
it up to you.
You think this makes us square?
You kept me caged like
an animal.
For months.
You let that monster put
his hands on me.
I didn't know.
No, I know.
I figured it out.
Figured out it was two of you.
It all made sense.
One of you was nurturing
and kind.
The other was...
The other was pure evil.
You don't get a pass just because
you didn't touch me.
Maybe this was his plan
all along.
Maybe you didn't kidnap me.
Maybe you didn't chain me to
that God-forsaken safe.
Maybe...
Just maybe you tried
to stop him.
And he overpowered you.
Whatever the case.
He was all a cry for help.
You should have been
calling that
lifeline you work for
the whole time.
You're the one that needed help.
You should have been caged.
To that safe with a masked man
handing you razors.
You're the one that needs
help, Callum.
I was supposed to be the grease.
Are you thinking of suicide?
Have you thought about suicide
in the last two months?
Every day.
Have you ever attempted
to kill yourself?
I mean...
Really.
Attempted to kill yourself, not
some backing off the railroad
tracks at the last second
bullshit.
Have you given it a real college.
Try?
(SOBBING)
Just let go.
It's so simple.
This is what you want.
What you've always wanted.
Pull the trigger, Callum.
You'll finally be free!
(SOBBING)
I'm too weak!
I can't do it! I'm
not like you!
You can.
(She'll Be Comin' Round the Mountain
plays)
(Gunshot)
[Crying]
Hey honey, just calling to
check in on you.
All this time alone got
me thinking.
Remember back when you were
little I had you sing?
Truth is, it comforted me.
I was the one who was scared.
When we lost your mother, I
was petrified.
You were so young and I
didn't think I could raise you alone.
But we did it, right?
And now you're just like her.
The strongest woman I know.
I guess what I'm saying is...
You don't need to sing anymore,
honey bun. I'm not scared.
Promise me you won't be either.
I kept your promise, daddy.
Thank you for calling National
Suicide Prevention Safe Line.
This is Callum speaking.
How may I assist you today?
Be of assistance.
What is this, GrubHub?
No ma'am, this is Suicide
Prevention Safe Line.
You called the safe line.
This is Callum speaking.
You said that already.
I see intelligence
is a high priority
in your company.
Uh, so miss, I have a few
questions for you today.
Oh, Roxanne.
Miss Roxanne.
No, just Roxanne.
Okay, Roxanne, I just have
a few questions here.
Are you thinking of sui
Thinking of suicide.
Have you ever thought about suicide
in the last two months?
Have you attempted to
kill yourself?
Blah, blah, blah.
I know the whole spiel, Callum.
You think you're really
gonna save a life
Reading from a damn script?
Okay.
No script?
Uh, what do you want to talk
about, Roxanne?
I want to kill my deadbeat
husband.
I've been calling for months and
y'all keep talking to
me out of this.
You even sent a policeman
to my front door.
Um, miss, uh
Roxanne, uh, I shouldn't have
to tell you this, but it's
against the law to murder
someone, uh, even if it
is your husband.
See, was that so hard? Way better
than a script, am I right?
Well, like I said, you can't
just murder someone.
Yes, you can.
Murder-suicide. People do it all
the time. And to answer your
script's question, you bet
your ass I've thought about
suicide over the last
two months.
Hell, years, maybe.
Oh, Roxanne, I don't really know
if I'm, uh, qualified to-I'm
just gonna switch you over
to my supervisor.
Oh, you don't get rid of me that
easily. You switch me over?
And I'll do it.
Just give me a reason.
I dare you.
Okay. Uh-oh.
Okay, uh, what do you want
me to do, Roxanne?
I want you to listen.
I'm listening.
Do you hear that?
Do I have to put you on speaker?
No, no, no, I-I'm listening.
Uh, clicking, right?
Do you know what that
clicking is?
I have no idea.
Well, I'll help you.
You're not gonna find that anywhere
in your script, Callum.
That there's a sound of a nine
millimeter bullet being
loaded into a gun.
My husband's Walther
to be exact.
Kind of ironic if you
think about it.
Something he keeps around the
house for protection.
Uh, Roxanne, I'm-I'm gonna go
ahead and transfer you.
I must have done this
a dozen times.
Always loading and unloading
this thing.
Listen, Roxanne.
Just hoping I'd have the brass
to do what needs to be done.
Roxanne, you don't have
to do this.
Hold on. I'm gonna stop
you right there.
Because, yes, I do.
I do have to do this, Callum.
The bastard's been getting away
with this for far too long.
Roxanne.
Put the gun down.
You called me.
You obviously want me
to stop you.
Well, this is me stopping you.
So please, put it down.
Roxanne!
Damn signal.
I lost you there for a minute.
You were saying?
I was just saying.
(Gunshot over the phone)
Roxanne?
(Indistinct chatter in background)
Roxanne?
Roxanne?
Callum?
Are you still there?
Roxanne, what the hell?
You can't just
(hysterical laughter over the phone)
Oh, Callum.
I wish I'd seen your face.
Who the hell
Oh, and you should have
seen his face.
There's blood everywhere.
What's it say in your script
about blood everywhere?
Oh, don't go quiet on me now.
I don't want to be alone
when I do this.
Uh, have you been having feelings
of helplessness?
Or hopelessness?
Do you feel trapped?
Oh, Callum.
You're better than this.
Talk to me like a real
human being.
And to answer your question,
no, I don't feel trapped.
Not anymore.
Roxanne, I-I think we should
really call someone.
Ya know?
I've seen a lot of dead
bodies in my time.
Well, mostly funerals and TV.
It just looks different when you're
the one who's done it.
Rox-Roxanne, we really need
to get you some help.
You've helped me enough, hun.
Well, Callum,
looks like this is where you
and I part ways.
You know what they say.
A squeaky wheel gets the grease.
(Gunshot)
I was tempted.
Tempted by your smile.
I was Tempted.
And for a little while
I was certain.
That I will be the one to
change you.
And you will be mine.
You will be mine.
I was Tempted.
But tempted I'm no more
I've attempted.
What was never done before.
Drop the curtains.
No one ever changes no one.
Farewell and Goodbye.
(Indistinct crew chatter)
Let's start with your name.
Tell us who you are and why
we're here today.
My name, right.
My name is Velvet Stevens.
And this is my story.
Velvet.
Why were you here today, Velvet?
Why were you here today?
We're here because of what
happened to me.
I was kidnapped by a deranged
masked man.
I was locked in a garage chained
to a massive metal safe.
He took months of my
life from me.
We're here today because I want
to tell the world my story.
And I want...
Maybe by telling it,
I don't know.
Maybe by telling it,
I can find out.
Well, I can find this
bastard who did
this to me and slit his
fucking throat.
Let's start from the beginning.
Why don't you tell us about
that first night?
The night he took you, the
night it all began.
I want to say that night
was like any other.
But it wasn't.
I was going through my nightly routine,
getting ready for bed.
The only thing slightly
jarring was my
then boyfriend and I had
an agreement.
He decided to break
it that night.
What?
I want a vacuum.
I'm serious.
Damn cat of yours. Dander literally
everywhere.
I feel like I have to wear
socks around
here all the time just thinking
about it.
You're right. You should wear socks.
You'd be doing us all a favor.
Ah ha. Hilarious.
Any word on your father?
I'm sure he's going to be okay.
I mean, doctors, they...
What are you doing here, Kyle?
You promised.
The only communication we agreed on
is over the phone.
Right, yeah. About that...
How the hell did you get
inside, anyway?
Your front door. It
was unlocked.
I knocked, but you were...
You see, that is exactly what I'm
talking about right there.
You want to help?
You want to satisfy your
savior complex?
Suck it.
I'm sorry?
You heard me. Suck it.
The carpet, you dipshit. You
said you wanted a vacuum.
Vacuum.
Okay, I'm about to take
a shower. I
want you out of here by
the time I'm done.
No, no, no.
No, you heard me. Phone
only. Next.
Next time you want to talk, that
was our deal.
Phone only. Got it.
How long are we going to
keep doing this?
This separation?
It's killing me, babe.
The vacuum's in the downstairs
closet.
Be gone by the time I get out.
The boyfriend.
You care to elaborate while you
guys are on a break?
Let me tell you, he wasn't
happy about it.
(Tense music building)
(Loud noise from inside the house)
Kyle?
Kyle, this isn't funny, asshole.
If you hear me, speak up.
She'll be coming around the mountain
When she comes.
She'll be coming around
the mountain
when she comes
coming around the mountain.
(Loud vacuum cleaner turns on)
(Vaccum turns off)
She'll be riding six white
horses when she
comes.
(Loud jarring music)
Uh, question, if I may.
Should we be coming around
the mountain?
It's something I do when I
get scared. I sing.
You sing?
Why that song in particular?
Why should we be coming around
the mountain?
You'd have to ask my dad. He
got me started on it.
This is the second time you've
mentioned your father.
Where is he now?
After everything went dark,
the next thing I knew
I was shoved into the
trunk of a car.
(Suspenseful music)
The emergency trunk release
was hanging there.
I wanted to grab it, pull it.
I would have done anything.
Jumped out of the moving car,
hurt myself to escape.
But my hands were tied
behind my back.
I suppose I could have tried to
grab it with my mouth.
But I didn't.
Thought about it, but I didn't.
It was like I was frozen.
So I just laid there, watching
it sway back
and forth in front of me,
almost like mocking me.
Escape inches away.
Sometimes fear can immobilize
us.
Velvet, nobody here blames
you for inaction.
I mean, who knows?
Pulling that cord could've
changed the whole narrative.
You may not even be right here,
right now, alive to tell
your story.
That night was a blur.
I don't know how long
the drive was,
but it must have been hours.
And we finally stopped.
Again, it happened so fast,
I could barely...
(Loud Thud)
Somewhere in the struggle,
I blacked out.
(Handcuffs clicking closed)
When I came to...
That's when the nightmare
really began.
(Sad dramatic music)
This large metal safe...
I was chained to it.
And inside, there was a
bed made for me.
Like I was supposed to sleep
there or something.
(Squeaking metal door)
And the more I looked around,
the more I understood.
This wasn't an overnight stay.
This person had plans for me.
Like he'd thought this through,
or done this before.
I wanted to scream, to cry,
to break down,
but it was like my mind
was protecting me.
Like it kicked into fight
or flight mode.
But everywhere I looked, I just
saw more evidence
that I was in this for
the long haul.
And that's when...
How long you stay here is
entirely up to you.
His voice was off.
I'd never heard anything
like it before.
The only way I could
describe it...
It was filtered through some
sort of microphone.
(Heavy chair legs dragging the ground)
Who the hell are you?
One question.
You get one question.
Choose wisely.
Only one question.
I had a million.
I could only choose one.
So I sat there,
trying to piece together the
events of the night.
Why me?
Why here? Why now?
Just a bunch of whys.
I mean, what the hell do you ask
when you only get one question?
Do you expect me to take
a shit in that?
(Loud chair and suspenseful hit)
Well, you got balls.
I'll give you that.
Most women or men even would
have been shitting bricks.
I mean, a masked man, an
unfamiliar setting,
the accommodations a few steps
down from what I'd imagine
to be your shittiest drug-infested
motel.
Yet here you are, asserting
authority in a situation
where, in reality, you had none.
I'm not a Stockholm
kind of girl.
Mister. Right? Yeah.
Of course not.
And again, it's just Isaac.
No formalities needed here.
Now, where were we?
Porta-potty.
Right. The pallet and the safe.
Tell us, what was that
first night like?
(Vomiting into a bucket)
They say an adrenaline rush is
followed by a low point.
I was already exhausted from
the events of the night.
I wanted to escape.
But those thoughts were
cut short by
the heavy chain attached
to my leg.
[SOBBING]
So I did nothing.
(at a whisper)
She'll be coming around the mountain
when she comes...
The cold steel of the safe
helped
soothe this massive headache
I had.
She'll be coming around
the mountain
when she comes...
So, I just sat there
resigned to my fate.
I had fallen asleep, and
some time later, he woke me up.
I asked more than one
question this time.
What the fuck is this?
You want me to eat? Stay healthy?
Is that what this is about?
Did you cut my sandwich
with this?
You know, a simple knife,
would've
Tomato and rye. Cut in fourths.
Yeah, so?
You think you know me
because of this?
Something you could have found
out on social media?
How long have you been
watching me?
She'll be coming around the
mountain when she comes.
(Phone ringing)
[RUSTLING]
Your father, Gregory Stevens,
room 306.
St. Francis Hospital, stage 3
pancreatic cancer.
What the hell do you want?
I want to give you what
you want.
I want you to kill yourself.
Kill myself? Why would
I wanna
This direction. Don't make the
same mistake I did.
Screw you, you bastard!
And if I don't?
Well, your old man will
have more to
worry about than pancreatic
cancer.
Are you suicidal?
What kind of question is that?
Um, look, once again,
I don't want
to overstep any boundaries
here, okay?
I'm just trying to get the full
story for the documentary,
that's all.
Now, you said this guy knew you
or at least had been watching
you for some time.
I mean, the sandwich, your father,
among other things.
Hey, look, it's nothing to
be embarrassed about.
We all struggle with depression
in some form or another.
Now, again, I ask you for the
full sake of the story.
Are you, or have you ever been
suicidal, Velvet?
(Gunshot)
Incoming call.
(phone rings)
Thank you for calling
National Suicide.
Prevention Safe Line, this
is Callum speaking.
Yes, hello, um, I'd like
to talk to someone.
Have you had thoughts about
suicide in the last two
months, miss?
Velvet.
And yes, I've thought
about ending it.
(Intense music)
Are you, or have you ever
been suicidal?
I have not.
Why don't we take five,
huh? Sound good?
(silence)
Didn't realize how difficult this
would be, reliving all those
moments I've tried to suppress.
Can I offer a word of advice?
Just put it all out there,
you know?
Holding back only detracts what
you're trying to do here.
You want to catch this
guy, right?
So help us help you.
Put it all out there, you know?
One word of advice, really?
Put it all out there. That's five.
Five words of advice, Isaac.
Five words.
Right.
Hey, uh, look, I just wanted to
apologize for back there, you
know, I was being a little pushy,
and I'm just trying to get
the full story for the
documentary. You understand
that, right?
Oh, I'm sorry, I must be confused.
I thought you were playing
Mario Kart. But seriously,
a word of advice?
Yeah, all ears.
Ease and slowly.
This isn't 60 Minutes and You're
Not Diane Fucking Sawyer.
Lube a girl up first. Little
foreplay goes a long way.
And that's when she said Squeaky
Will Gets the Grease.
When she blew her frickin'
brains out on the phone.
Oh, shit.
What's the protocol for
something like that?
Protocol?
Contact the authorities and
report to your supervisor
immediately.
Where the hell's Finch? He
said he was gonna
be here tonight. It's like
30 minutes late.
So that's what you did, right?
You told him what happened.
Hold up. I'm still caught up in the
whole Squeaky Will Gets the.
Grease thing. What does
that even mean?
It means that someone who
causes a problem
will get help over someone
that stays quiet.
But back to this crazy-ass little
pickle that you're in. You
did eventually tell your
supervisor, right?
Well, I took another call.
You took another call?
Yeah, you took another call.
What about that?
Wait, hold on. You didn't
report it?
Well, I was distracted.
Distracted?
Yeah.
As in you didn't tell anyone?
As in there's like a dead woman
and her murdered husband lying
on the floor of a house somewhere
because you didn't report it?
That's right.
As with everything that
you do, Callum,
I am sure you had a very
good reason.
Wait, aren't you worried that they
recorded you or something
that are gonna, I don't know, fire
you for not telling anybody?
I highly doubt they're gonna comb
through all those calls. I
can't imagine who they'd have
to pay to do all that.
Besides, if this has happened before,
it's just usually people
don't keep their mouths
shut about it.
Squeaky Will Gets the Grease.
I think I'm supposed to
be the Grease.
I think you should choose a
different line of work.
(Phone buzzing)
It's Finch. He says he's running
late. Don't wait up for him.
Of course he is.
Wait up? I wouldn't
dream of it.
Gotta go to the little girl's
room. I got a piss like
a racehorse.
Hey, that's Lady Like.
Hey, cut her some slack. You've
domesticated her so much I
barely even recognize
her anymore.
She used to just tell us she
was gonna go take a dump.
I never! I never! I never!
Okay, so what's the Lady Like
version of "piss like
a racehorse"?
Tinkle?
Tinkle. I like that. I have to
go tinkle, darling.
I'll be back.
Good luck.
I hope you don't mind us bringing
a couple beers over.
You guys enjoy yourselves. It's
not your cross to bear anyway.
Yeah I know, but still, we felt kind
of guilty after.
Oh, just let it go, you know.
I'm a big boy. I make my
own decisions.
Alright, big boy. Cut the shit.
What's her name?
Pardon?
The girl?
The Distraction.
Come on, you had a
murder-suicide
on your line, and then you...
What, I guess you were in shock,
so you just took another call?
Sure, call it autopilot or
whatever, but...
Something happened on that call.
Who made you forget, Callum?
Listen, I get it. If you don't
report the incident after a
certain amount of time,
they're gonna look
into the call that impeded
your report, but I...
I can't believe Finch
stood us up.
Dude, fuck Finch. Okay,
so don't
deflect my question.
Who is she?
You risked your job for
somebody? That's the only thing
that makes sense.
Come on, I've known you long enough.
So, I will ask you again.
Who's the girl, Callum?
So, obviously you didn't kill
yourself that night.
So what happened next?
That night was hell.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't
think about it.
But something inside me screamed
no way in hell.
I was feeling rebellious.
To give him that satisfaction,
I couldn't do it.
And your father?
What about the kidnapper's threat?
Did that affect your decision?
I made him a promise.
One I intended to keep.
The idea of sleeping in that safe
was unbearable.
Just the thought alone made me nauseous.
And it was obvious. He
was watching me.
Cameras were everywhere.
Their red blinking lights begging
me to make a move.
So once again, I did
the opposite.
They say inaction is a
form of action.
Maintain the status quo,
if you will.
So I just sat there.
Your move, asshole.
I gave a chess.
I prefer go fish. The transparency.
You simply ask for what you
want and if your opponent
has it...
They give it to you.
Right. They give it to you.
So say you gave you that
opportunity.
Let you simply ask for
what you wanted.
What exactly would you have asked
for in that moment, Velvet?
(Phone ringing)
Sex hotline?
Is that even a thing anymore with
all the free sites online?
You failed your first test.
Okay, Sensei, are we in the wax
on, wax off stage now?
What do you want?
I want a five star...
I'm gonna go home. See
my family.
The phone. You could have used
it. Why didn't you?
It's a trap. You have cameras everywhere.
What happens when I
pick up the receiver? Who's
on the other end?
Like everything else, you have
to weigh risk versus reward.
Why don't you take off that mask
and show me how hideous you
are underneath? I'm not playing
your stupid game or whatever
this is. I'm not giving
you what you want.
Open your mouth.
Funny that cake hole was wide open just
seconds ago. Where'd that
feisty little girl go?
Now open it.
Ugh.
From now on, I do the talking.
You will listen and do as I say.
(Laughter)
You kill yourself or I will
kill you.
The choice is yours. I have
ways to make you comply.
Now bring your attention
to exhibit A.
Red pill, blue pill, it doesn't
really matter. As long as.
As long as you're dead in the morning.
Enjoy your sandwich.
(Door slamming)
Tough pill to swallow.
No pun intended.
I mean, the fact that
this guy...
Dickhead.
Right. The fact that this
dickhead decided
decided you were gonna off yourself
one way or another.
I mean, I can't imagine how traumatizing
that must have been.
It's not every day you have
a gun in your mouth.
[phone buzzing]
Velvet speaking.
Hello, yes. I was calling to see
if you're still happy with
your current auto insurance
provider.
Kick bricks.
Whoa, whoa. Sorry. It's
me, Callum.
Your suicide prevention,
safe line guy.
I thought the process
was anonymous.
I mean, It is. We can't really
give your
information out to a
third party.
This has got to be illegal.
You're calling me...
Do you do this to other callers?
I apologize. Look, I was having
a really rough day yesterday,
and then you called, and
it got better.
Again, I'm sorry for the
call. I just...
You just what?
Look, I know it's none
of my business.
I just don't want to see you
hurt yourself.
See, I have to listen
to people every
day, and every day it's
the same thing.
People threaten to go through
with it, and
most of the time it's empty
threats, but...
You know, most of them
don't really
mean it, but you meant
it. I could tell.
The woman that called before you
she meant it. I
couldn't tell.
I see that's the difference.
With you, I could.
Well, you're right. It's none
of your business, and I
appreciate your concern.
I really do.
It's your dad, isn't it? He's
the reason why you're sad.
You know, I was close with my mom,
and... kind of like you were
with your dad, and when
I lost her...
Well, let's just say I hit
the bottle pretty hard.
Is that your advice, start a
monthly long bender?
What? I'm allowed to give
you advice now?
Callum. It's Callum, right?
Right. It means dove, or
purity, peace.
None of the things I really
identify with.
But what about you?
You have some
deep, profound meaning
to your name?
It means a soft napped fabric.
Okay, so let's say that I don't
call the cops on you, Callum.
Or worse, call the Suicide
Prevention Safe
line and tell them what
you've been up to.
What's in it for me if
I keep quiet?
Blackmail. I like your style.
Well, that's easy. You get
someone to watch over you.
You get someone to keep you
alive when everything
feels hopeless.
Someone to talk to.
I think it was Nelson Mandela
who said, "May your choices
reflect your hopes, not
your fears."
A few days in, and I'd
hoped to be
rescued or escaped, but the
fear was stronger.
I would die there, and
I knew it.
Whether I did it or the masked
freak did it, I was a goner.
I weighed my next decision
carefully. Was I basing it
on hope or fear?
Was there hope in knowing by taking
the pills I'd finally be
free from the torture of this
makeshift prison?
Or was it fear driving me?
What would happen next?
Would I get another gun
shoved in my mouth?
Would he pull the
trigger this time?
It was obvious what I
needed to do.
All right, let's go ahead
and cut right there.
Good job, everybody.
We'll reconvene here tomorrow at
the same time, same place.
Oh, hey, um, quick question.
They're never quick with you.
More so long and convoluted.
Wow, there are so many
jokes there
that I don't even care
to unpack.
I'm not touching that one.
Your question?
Right, my question.
Um, so there's this, uh,
hole-in-the-wall dive bar
down the street.
That's not a question.
Well, it was gonna be before
you interrupted.
Oh, no way in hell.
Wow, not even in hell, she says.
Not even in hell.
You know, that kind of hurts
my feelings, Velvet.
I'm only trying to help
you here.
I'm trying to find common
ground, you know?
Move through this thing together,
figure it out.
I'm Team Velvet, remember?
One drink?
One drink.
Team Velvet.
Team Velvet.
We're not coming up with some
silly handshake, are we?
No, of course not.
You serious?
Absolutely not.
(Bar music blasting)
So, that was the first and
hopefully last time I cut
an umbilical cord.
Paging Dr. Isaac?
Come on.
Come on. You rang?
Um, we have a bleeder
in room five.
Oh, Lord, not a bleeder. I'm
not even a doctor.
Wow, a doctor. That's funny.
I can't even get a film right.
Okay, but this one's gonna
be fine, I promise.
Last thing I need is for you
to run over the hills.
Because you think this is a
waste of time.
I'm confident we can get a big
platform to buy this thing,
for real.
And, honestly, with
your story, I
mean, it's nothing short
of a miracle.
I guess I'm pretty honored
that you
let me help you tell it,
or whatever.
Well, you did reach out
to me first.
I'm the first-come first-serve
kind of girl.
But you're not a Stockholm
kind of
girl, and I'm not Diane
fucking Sawyer.
Well...
Take that.
I have to admit. You're
giving her a run
for her money.
Well, bold claim there.
Well, well, well.
What do we have here?
You don't write, you don't call.
You don't say anything original?
You look familiar, friend. Do
we know each other?
I don't know. Friend? Do we?
I miss you.
This is not fair. I didn't
do anything, Velvet.
Whoa.
The lady said "not here,
not now."
Did you hear that? Or your wires
a little too crossed?
You know what? This has nothing
to do with you, so back off.
You gotta just let me explain.
He took me, too!
Yeah.
Hold on. Hold on.
When you say "he took you too,"
you're talking about...
Yeah. What about it?
What's it to you?
That's just interesting,
that's all.
Very interesting.
I mean, your timing could not
be more impeccable.
We're actually doing a
documentary on
the whole shebang if you
want in, buddy.
Isaac, what?
I'm a filmmaker. Director,
actually.
Isaac.
Kyle.
Nice. Kyle.
Kyle.
Yeah, so we're trying
to find out who
this guy is
and bring him to justice.
Sure. Anything I can
do to help.
Great. Great. That's awesome. Thank
you. Kyle. Appreciate it.
We'll get you set up, get you on
a call sheet. How's that sound?
Oh, groovy. So what? You guys
are, like, friends now?
No, we just have a vested interest
in your story, right?
So we best to examine it
from both angles.
Fine, but we're still done.
You got it?
Absolutely.
No more drama. Just an old friend
helping out an old flame.
Well, better strap up. This man.
This man asks some hard-hitting
questions.
I think I can handle it. Anything
to catch him, right?
Hmm. Bacon, really?
Whatever happened to
Tomato on Rye?
Cut in fourths?
Tiger never changes its
stripes, sweetheart.
Or its taste buds.
Looking forward to the
interview, friend.
Real charmer, that one.
Oh, my gosh. I'm so sorry.
It's fine. It's fine. It looks
like it's your turn to
drink anyway.
Good. I'm gonna need it.
So you took the pills,
all of them.
What happened next?
I don't like everything else.
It was a blur.
I woke up in a pile of vomit.
I felt like death.
But I was alive.
A rope. Great.
Terrific. Where am I gonna
hang myself?
Couldn't get the pills right. So
now it's death by hanging.
Really old-fashioned of ya!
You're gonna give me the
silent treatment?
I did what you told me to,
bastard. I took the pills.
All of them.
Every last one of them.
But I'm still here.
Why am I still here? Why
am I still here?
Why am I still here?
I was gonna ask you the
same question.
This is normally the part where
I make up some silly excuse,
call you an Uber, get you
outta here, stat.
Doctor lingo, there you go again.
Doctor...
You're sure you're in the
right profession?
Why don't you ask me again after
we release this thing?
Look, while we're talking shop,
that little friend of yours.
Kyle?
Kyle.
Yeah.
What's his deal? I don't
trust him.
I don't know, there's something
off about him.
How long did you guys
date again?
Long enough to know he's
not a threat.
I don't know.
Something about him kind
of gives me the
heebie jeebies. You
know what I mean?
No, no, of course not. You
dated the idiot.
Do I know you, friend?
Oh, stop!
Is someone jealous?
Well, jealous... no, I'm not...
I'm not jealous, Velvet.
I don't get jealous. You
know more men
die from jealousy than
cancer, right?
Right. Your uh... your father.
Look, I'm sorry.
No, it's fine.
You can't walk on eggshells all
the time to protect me.
Are we gonna talk about
it at least?
You know, it's the last
interviews tomorrow.
We have been kind of tiptoeing
around with...
It's... it's a pretty vital piece
of information. It's integral
to the story, Velvet, you know?
Right, I know.
Yeah.
Listen, why don't you
call that cab so
afterwards I can do what
I came here to do?
Steal your wallet.
Well, I am a filmmaker, so...
Good luck finding anything
in there.
Every night he gave me a new
option to kill myself.
Sometimes it was something I could
plausibly do myself in with.
Other times it was...
Let's just say I'd have to be a
magician to pull it off.
At one point, he started
recycling old items.
Like he'd used everything
he could think of.
That's when it really hit me.
He wasn't gonna stop until I
did something drastic.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait a
minute. The phone. This
is when you...
This is right before I escaped.
I feel like we're missing
something here.
You sure you're not leaving
anything
out? Anything in between
you're missing?
Anything at all? For
this to work.
I need you to dig
a little deeper.
I told you everything already.
What about the handprints? The bruises?
Your tattered clothes?
The police report had a very
different picture.
He never touched me.
Right. He never touched you.
So... The phone. You decided you'd
had enough. What happened next?
I was tired of waiting
for something to
happen. I had to take matters
into my own hands.
Maybe he'd kill me.
I wasn't sure.
But I'd convinced myself it
was worth trying.
(Dial tone)
911. What's your emergency?
Why? Why are you doing this to
me? I have done everything.
Everything you've asked.
Everything.
What do you want from me that you
haven't already taken? You.
You want my life? You want me
to kill myself?
Why don't you do it, you fucking
coward? Why don't you just
kill me right now?
Come on, asshole. Get
it over with.
Are you familiar with a game
called Go Fish?
Are you serious right now? You
wanna play a card game?
Not just any game. Go Fish.
Right, Go Fish.
I don't know
I don't understand.
Did you know that the longest
game of Go Fish ever recorded was over
72 hours long?
Have you ever seen a doctor like
a psychiatrist or something?
Your cards are waiting for you.
I can't figure you out. Sometimes
I get two PB&J in a row and
sometimes it's two Tomato
on Rye in a row.
Who goes first?
Do you have a three?
Go Fish.
A seven?
Other times, other times you alternate.
It's PB&J one day
and then a tomato and rye
and the other.
Do you have a ten?
A six?
Go Fish.
Do you have an ace?
Oh, that's two. You're only
supposed to
give me. You're not supposed
to give me two.
House rules.
Right.
Do you have a two?
Go Fish.
And you only ever cut my tomato
and rye in fourths. But never
the peanut butter and jelly.
You don't cut it at all.
I don't get you. It beats
me. You have...
Do you
a key?
You expect me to believe this
isn't a trap like the phone?
You gonna shoot me in the
back or something?
Do you have a gun?
(sighs) Go Fish.
So that was it?
No final words, no questions,
no last
riddles, just... Here's the
key. Bon voyage.
Something like that.
Sorry, it's not what I built
it up to be.
I know it's very anticlimactic.
And that's not good for
television.
The house you left, you had the address.
You could have led the
authorities back to where you
escaped from, correct?
It was an old abandoned
house off.
Highway 25. When the police
went to search it.
It was too late. Somebody
had already
set it on fire, burned
it to the ground.
We're just glad you're
all right, ma'am.
And that's my story. The story of
how I spent months chained to
a safe in some sadistic guy's basement,
and how one day he just
decided to let me go over
a game of Go Fish.
Just like that. It
was all over.
Why don't we end with one last
question, if I may?
Yeah, of course. Shoot.
This kidnapper, the googly-eyed
mask guy,
you hope all the authorities
will catch him?
Absolutely.
Why?
Let me put it this way, Mr. Director.
A good rule of thumb in
card games is to always have
a card up your sleeve.
Let's just say I haven't
revealed my ace yet.
Cut.
What happened to put it
all out there?
I never agreed to that.
That was
your one word of advice,
remember?
I get that, but Velvet, this
needs to work.
Look, you got your movie. You got
your interview. There are
just some things that are too hurtful
to share on camera. I
know you understand that.
Yeah. Forget the cameras,
okay? Forget the
cameras. Forget the lights.
Forget all this.
Let's just do one last interview.
You and me. None of the crew,
none of the lights, none
of this. Just us.
I'll introduce you to the executive
producer who's funding this
whole thing. We can iron out
the last details.
I can finally wrap this thing
once and for all. What
do you say?
I don't know.
Velvet. Velvet, please,
I need this.
You need this?
One last interview. You and me.
Intimate. What do you say?
Yeah.
Okay, good.
I'll get an address.
I'll send it
over to you. I'll set it
up for tomorrow.
I got Kyle's interview
tomorrow, too, so
literally perfect. Thank
you. Seriously.
Tomorrow.
Yeah. Tomorrow.
Anything else?
Yeah, um...
I can't wait to hear about this
little trick you have
over your sleeve.
See you tomorrow.
Thought you said no cameras.
Hmm. Yeah, I lied.
I'm a filmmaker. What can I say?
Anything for the shot, right?
So what are we doing here again?
You want the details I left out?
You won't be needing that.
I think you could tell this
story better than I can.
Where should I start?
With every time you put
your hands on me?
Every time you forced yourself
on top of me?
You think I kidnapped you?
You think... You think I'm googly eyes?
The old man with the...
They say sometimes sociopaths
like to relive their darkest
moments.
Like, maybe...
They can actually feel
something real.
Feelings. Feelings. I'm a sociopath
now? What is this, Velvet?
I'm a sociopath now? You don't trust
me? Is that what this is?
A sociopath... How...
Answer me this. How can I
be a sociopath...
When I'm falling for you?
I mean, why the sudden change
of heart?
You're falling for me?
Right.
You know, I'm really glad
this happened.
You remind me of someone.
The way you...
What?
Never mind.
You can stay a little longer
if you like.
We can explore that secret handshake
you were talking about.
Don't you dare.
Don't you dare try to go anywhere
with a goodbye momento.
Why'd you become a filmmaker,
Isaac?
Did you want to capture
something that the world had
never seen before?
Or did you do it for your
own selfish desires?
Fine.
I'll be your villain. If that
gives you closure, okay?
I'm a selfish filmmaker who
exploited your kindness.
That's what I'm culpable of.
I wanted your story, your
whole story, not
just some truncated version
of the truth.
That's what I'm guilty of.
I care about the story, about
getting it out to the
world, so...
Lock me up.
You want the whole story? The
unabridged version?
Yes. That's all I've
wanted, Velvet.
It's that simple.
Tell you what.
Let's fast forward through
the abuse.
But if you really need me to tell
your precious camera...
He raped me.
Over and over and over and
over and over.
Sometimes.
Other times we just... talked.
What did you talk about?
Stuff.
Stuff?
Yeah, stuff. That made me
question his motives.
Happy stuff.
Well, as happy as you could be,
considering my current predicament
at the time.
Yeah. So we're being vague
again, is that it?
I'm getting to what you
want to hear.
Then other times we've
played games.
Monopoly, checkers, your typical
childhood games.
Go Fish?
No.
Only the one time, the
last time.
The day you escaped.
The day I escaped...
It did go a little differently
than the way I told before.
Please.
The floor's yours.
Umm, a seven?
Other times you alternate PP&J
one day, Tomato and
Rye the next.
Do you have a ten?
A six?
Go fish.
Do you have an ace?
That's two. You're only supposed
to give me
You're not supposed
to give me two.
House rules.
Do you have a two?
Go fish.
And you only ever cut my
tomato and Rye
in fourths, but never the peanut
butter and jelly.
You don't cut it at all.
It's like you're two different
people.
It's like you have two
different motives.
Kyle, your interview.
How'd it go?
I have a sneaking suspicion you
two already knew each other.
You look familiar, friend. Do
we know each other?
I don't know. Friend. Do we?
You would be wrong.
Seems we both have an ace
up to sleeve, huh?
I told you I didn't trust
that guy.
Something about him.
Ugh.
I can read people pretty
good, Velvet.
He was a liar.
Was?
Okay.
Well, I guess it's my
turn to share
here tonight.
So.
Hello.
My name is Isaac.
I'm here today because I'm
a recovering addict.
My addiction, you may ask.
It's complicated.
I like to film people.
So you're saying he tied you up?
Uh, yeah. With a rope.
Um, look, listen, friend,
I thought.
Velvet was going to
be here today.
She and I have some things
to iron out, so.
Yeah, she got tied up.
You'll have to forgive the
pun there, but
it's a good segue into the
rest of the story.
So, you were saying he
tied you up?
Yeah, sure.
Yeah, sure?
Look, man, I need more concrete
answers than.
"Yeah, sure." We really need
to nab this guy.
Okay, yes, yes. The answer's
yes. He tied me up.
Were your hands in front
or behind?
Did you tie your waist?
Did he gag you?
I don't know, man. The
details are
really fuzzy from that night.
It was late.
Bullshit.
He didn't take you at
all, did he?
You made all this up to win your
little girlfriend back, huh?
You don't have to say anything.
Just nod if I'm right.
It'll make this go a
lot smoother.
And there you go. See,
was that so hard?
Look, man, I love a good story
as much as the next
guy. You know?
But you can't bullshit
a bullshitter.
I'm trying to make something very
real here, and you're just
trying to piss on everything I've
worked so hard to build.
What'd you do to him?
You know, I interviewed him.
Did you hurt him?
Okay, so you were just jumping ship
with the whole conspiracy
theories you were just spewing
a few minutes ago?
About Kyle being in on all this?
Do you really care about that
dead weight now?
Why are you being so combative,
all of a sudden, Velvet?
I mean, just a few days ago,
you and I were so close.
Don't remind me.
I care about you, Velvet. I do.
I care about your story if that
wasn't obvious enough.
Let's end this thing right.
What do you say, once
and for all?
You know what you have
to do next.
Isaac, why do you have that?
Because I want you to sing.
What's that song you always sing
when you're... when
you're scared?
How's it go again?
[whistling]
Yeah. Yeah, that's the one.
(She'll Be Comin' Around
the Mountain plays)
You know, I thought
it convenient.
Nobody should have to do
this on their own.
What is this?
The end of your story.
You're gonna do what you couldn't
do, locked in those chains.
[laughs]
Ah, man.
[exhales]
The world is your oyster,
Velvet.
Now, you can be a good
girl and turn
that on yourself like we
came here to do.
Or... you can try to attack
me with it.
But I will warn you, if
you choose the
latter, I will not make
it easy on you.
I will defend myself
at all costs.
I'll cut the tape,
edit the footage to make it
look like you attacked me,
kill the sound,
chalk it up with some technical
mumbo jumbo,
and leave the rest up to the imagination
of our audience.
Our audience?
That's all this is to you,
a chance to be seen.
Why didn't you kill me when you
had the chance? I begged
you to.
Well, I can't say that I didn't
think about it.
Do you know that whole, uh,
angel and devil on your shoulder
that people have?
The voice of good and always nagging
you into the right...
I don't have one of those!
This angel's non-existent, baby.
Yeah.
Now, I'm not gonna lie to you,
there was a voice.
Not my voice, mind you, but
a voice, nonetheless.
What about now?
That voice.
What's it saying?
It's silent.
Let's do what we came here
to do, shall we?
Pull up those big girl
panties of yours
and let's get this fucking
show on the road.
Kill yourself.
(She'll Be Comin' Around the Mountain
plays)
("We'll kill the old red rooster
when she comes...)
(Whistling)
(Gunshot)
I'll be damned.
Oh, there's blood everywhere.
They sure look a lot different when
you're the one that's done it.
Hey, Velvet.
Hi, Callum.
Do you have a two?
Go fish.
And you only ever cut my tomato
and Rye in fourths,
but never the peanut butter
and jelly.
You don't cut it at all.
It's like two different people.
It's like you have two
different motives.
Hello, Velvet.
Callum?
I've got a story to tell you.
I'll try to be brief and then
you're free to go.
But I want you to know
why you're here.
Fuck you, Finch.
Fuck me.
You remember New Year's
party, man?
The ones you stood me up at?
I mean, completely.
Stood me up at?
At New Year's party, that was
completely different, man.
I fell asleep.
You didn't just fall
asleep, man.
Don't bullshit me.
You fell asleep on some fucking
railroad tracks.
That's some drunken shit
right there, man.
Do I need to remind you of that?
When are you getting out of that
damn thing anyways?
You're gonna bring this up every
time we're together?
Well, the doctor said it's
whenever I'm ready.
But I need a little bit more
physical therapy.
But check this out.
Listen, I'm sorry.
I've been dealing with some
heavy shit at home.
Really hectic.
Shit that I haven't really
told you about.
Hey, I get it, man.
Dad, the cat went under
the couch.
Oh, did he?
Well, I'll bet you $5 you
can't catch him.
I love you.
Go get him.
(Door slams shut)
Fucking bitch mother tried to
take her away from me.
Tried to take me to court.
Extort me for every dime I have.
Well, sorry to hear that.
They're parasites, man.
Blood suckers.
Every last one of them.
Speaking of which,
Liam tells me about your
little call.
With the girl?
How you been calling her?
Why would somebody be making all
those calls off the clock?
Going against company policy,
taking that kind of risk?
Unless...
You dirty dog.
Liam also tells me that
you looked her up.
Fell in love right there
on the spot.
Well, I guess Liam's told you
everything then...
Not everything.
He didn't tell me your end game.
What the hell are you planning
to do with all this?
I just don't want her
to kill herself.
I don't want her to
kill herself.
What? You don't want her
to kill herself.
What are you gonna do? Call
her every 24 hours?
Make sure she doesn't...
Jesus.
I mean, have you each learned nothing
from your line of work?
You know deep down you can't stop
somebody when they're bound
to determine to go through with
that kind of thing.
I don't know. I think you can.
Hypothetically, how far are you
willing to go for this girl?
What lengths would you
go through?
I mean, besides the little
house calls.
Do you think you can really reinvigorate
her will to live?
Make the sight of razors
repugnant to her?
What if...
I told you there was a way.
You could save your girl.
Make her want to live again.
And get rich in the process.
Simultaneously.
I mean, it's a bat shit crazy
idea, don't get me wrong.
But if we pull it off,
no one has to see
our faces. They don't have
to know who we are.
We can set it up like a tell all
interview style documentary.
Make a whole movie out of it.
No way, man. This sounds
way too risky.
Callum, come on, man. I mean,
you've been given a second
chance at life.
You got hit by a fucking train,
and you lived.
What, are you just gonna
waste that?
What if this is your calling?
Your purpose?
What if this is why you...
Save this girl from herself?
There's something to it, man.
You're not just here
for no reason.
I was your social experiment.
Is that what this was?
I'll make it right.
I've been at this a long time.
I'm not wired like other people.
I'm a coward.
No matter how many times I've tried,
I never got over the hump.
You're stronger than me, Velvet.
You were gonna do it, and
I stopped you.
Velvet! What did you do?
What did you do?
Come back!
Come back!
Even the train.
I said I was drunk, but I just
parked it there.
I heard the train coming,
and at the
last minute, I just threw
in reverse.
All these scars.
They're just a reminder
how weak I am.
I've seen your face.
If you let me go, your
life is over.
I know.
And you're okay with that?
It's the bravest thing
I've ever done.
Take the dirt road.
It'll lead you to 25.
Take a right.
There's a town a few miles
down the road.
I'll make this up to
you, Velvet.
(sniffles)
I swear it.
I told you I'd make
it up to you.
You think this makes us square?
You kept me caged like
an animal.
For months.
You let that monster put
his hands on me.
I didn't know.
No, I know.
I figured it out.
Figured out it was two of you.
It all made sense.
One of you was nurturing
and kind.
The other was...
The other was pure evil.
You don't get a pass just because
you didn't touch me.
Maybe this was his plan
all along.
Maybe you didn't kidnap me.
Maybe you didn't chain me to
that God-forsaken safe.
Maybe...
Just maybe you tried
to stop him.
And he overpowered you.
Whatever the case.
He was all a cry for help.
You should have been
calling that
lifeline you work for
the whole time.
You're the one that needed help.
You should have been caged.
To that safe with a masked man
handing you razors.
You're the one that needs
help, Callum.
I was supposed to be the grease.
Are you thinking of suicide?
Have you thought about suicide
in the last two months?
Every day.
Have you ever attempted
to kill yourself?
I mean...
Really.
Attempted to kill yourself, not
some backing off the railroad
tracks at the last second
bullshit.
Have you given it a real college.
Try?
(SOBBING)
Just let go.
It's so simple.
This is what you want.
What you've always wanted.
Pull the trigger, Callum.
You'll finally be free!
(SOBBING)
I'm too weak!
I can't do it! I'm
not like you!
You can.
(She'll Be Comin' Round the Mountain
plays)
(Gunshot)
[Crying]
Hey honey, just calling to
check in on you.
All this time alone got
me thinking.
Remember back when you were
little I had you sing?
Truth is, it comforted me.
I was the one who was scared.
When we lost your mother, I
was petrified.
You were so young and I
didn't think I could raise you alone.
But we did it, right?
And now you're just like her.
The strongest woman I know.
I guess what I'm saying is...
You don't need to sing anymore,
honey bun. I'm not scared.
Promise me you won't be either.
I kept your promise, daddy.