(DOORBELL RINGS)
MAN: Josie, right?
Mom?
The Fixers came. They took the body and everything.
I guess I could try again, tomorrow.
You can keep an eye on your brother for me.
Is he in his room?
Alex!
Really? If I got a box
with one of your classmate's parents in it.
You wouldn't help me get them?
Guy's been dead for three hours.
His corpse is barely cold.
They just tell me where to put 'em.
Help!
JACOB: I'm sorry.
If you want to live, I need you to listen to me.
Got everything you need? (GLASS BREAKING)
(CLICKING)
MAN: No, no, no, no, no!
(GUNSHOT)
(SOBBING)
Is it me?
We can't stay here.
We gotta go.
Come on.
I don't want to die.
I promise you, I will not let that happen.
Come on.
Where are we going?
To get you out of this.
Both of us.
But they won't let us.
They're going to have to.
(GUNSHOTS)
Mom, I think there's something wrong with this one.
No, there's not. You just suck.
Blow me. Ew!
JOSIE: Megan. You can't say that to your sister.
Get new Mags in?
Yeah.
Liar. MEGAN: Dick.
What? You didn't.
My, God, you are such a tattle!
Give me that.
Okay, here's the deal.
This one lives in the city and works in the city.
Couldn't get much on him.
Don't think he's been in the game long,
so it should probably go pretty quickly.
You, I want you to get one good Mag in.
Mom... This is not a democracy.
True that.
Okay, even if something did happen,
it's not like I'm going to shoot someone, I can't.
What if they take you again, huh?
You need to learn how to protect yourself.
Okay, one good reverse, that's it.
No, it's fine. Okay?
Meg, I'm serious. Come on.
This is so messed up.
I'm a man.
What are you going to do?
Get pregnant with twins and then run away?
What do you do?
Fist to nuts. Bat the forearm.
What if they have no nuts?
I head-butt them.
Yes. Right.
Show me.
No, mom, I'm not going to head-butt you.
Not hard. Just show me the steps.
No. This is so retarded, okay?
I want to go home.
This is serious, Megan. I am dead serious.
Let go of me.
Listen to me.
I am your mother!
Then why don't you try taking me to the mall?
Huh? Or teach me about boys, or telling me not to smoke.
How about we start there?
(SOMBER MUSIC)
So...
I know it's probably not a good time,
but I was wondering if maybe, I could see Trevor tonight.
If he was a girl, it would be different, wouldn't it?
You know it's not about that.
Alex.
I'm proud of you.
I am.
Really?
You know, it would be nice if I felt that, every once in a while.
Invite him to dinner.
And put your seat belt on.
(CRYING)
Hey.
Are you okay?
Hey, what's wrong?
Where are your parents?
(GUN CLICKS)
Get in the car.
Start the car.
Ellie.
Close your eyes.
Jacob...
Cover your ears too.
Please.
I'm sorry. I am so sorry.
I didn't have a choice.
There is always a choice.
What do you know?
Are you one of them?
Are you a Watcher?
No.
I've never even seen them.
It was always Max.
Yeah, so you just do whatever he says?
You don't get it.
He set this whole thing up.
'Cause he wants to be like them.
He forced me to play.
He made me a Handler.
Your Handler.
The party.
The bartender.
A set-up.
He wanted to make sure you play.
But what happened between us...
That was real.
Oh, shut the fuck up. Don't do that!
You don't want to believe me.
That's fine.
I don't.
Then shoot me.
Or hit me or bash my goddamn head in.
If that's how you like to do it.
You think you can hurt me any worse than he already has.
Come on!
Do it!
Do it.
You're going to help me find Max.
And get us out of this thing.
Both of us.
Do you understand?
Where is Max?
Is that good?
Did I tell you to stop?
Water's getting a little chilly.
Am I still paying you right now?
Paying you well?
Better than to get paid have some sad,
fat, hairy man lying on top of you?
Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm.
All right.
(KISSING)
You, go down on her.
Which?
You.
Okay, like, underwater?
Yeah. Underwater.
Okay.
(MOANING)
Put your hands on her head.
Hmm?
Your hands. Put your hands on her head.
Hold her there.
She's going to try to come up for air,
and you hold her down.
What?
Don't let her up.
Please don't do this.
You let her up, and I'll shoot you.
She lives. You die.
Which is it?
Oh, please... Please don't make me do this.
(SOBBING) Please. (THUDDING)
Oh, she's going to drown. Please...
Which is it? You or her?
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Please.
Which is it?
Oh, my God. (KNOCKING CONTINUES)
Forget it.
(GASPING)
(COUGHING)
Yeah.
WOMAN: Your champagne, Mr. Gregory.
Just leave it.
Something came for you too.
For me?
Yeah.
But no one knows I'm here.
It has your name on it.
Looks like a box of cigars.
Champagne?
No. Go away.
Anything else? No.
Leave.
(CLICKING)
WOMAN: You can put the gun away now.
Thank you, but I'll make that decision.
Who else is here?
Nobody.
Is your place wired with Watchers?
I don't know.
Pick up the phone and call Max, right now.
He's not going to pick up...
You tell him that he's going to help us.
Try.
(LINE RINGING)
He's not picking up.
Keep trying.
Let me look at that. Stop.
Don't you dare touch me.
You're no good to her
if you don't let me help you.
Okay.
It's okay.
You're going to need stitches.
(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)
MAN: Henrick.
We need to talk.
HENRICK: Perfect timing.
I want you to look at this.
Sasha in Covina.
Got her husband's mistress on the third hunt.
Didn't know who she was, she just found out.
That's all she needed. She's going to do it now, watch.
Got her an 1873 Colt. Thing barely worked.
Oh, there she goes.
(GUNSHOTS ON TV)
(WOMAN SCREAMS ON TV)
Oh!
(EXHALES)
Drink?
No.
Yeah.
Get him something. What do you drink?
Vodka cranberry.
Oh.
Uh...
Another one of these as well.
You should be very proud.
The hunts look great.
Really thorough coverage.
Your system's unprecedented.
Yeah. I know.
And that's why you wanted it.
What is this?
Why is my name on it?
Because it's yours.
That's insane.
I can't be in the game. Why not?
Anyone can.
Because... Because I'm one of you.
You are?
You sold us your security interface.
Right.
And in return. And in return, nothing!
In return, you do what I tell you to.
I really look forward to watching you, though.
See you get your hands dirty.
So what now? Now?
You have 70 hours.
(BARBECUE SIZZLING)
If I do it?
If you do it?
If you do it, we don't dissolve your company.
Dissolve my company?
You can't dissolve my company. I can't?
No.
You need it as much as I do.
I need your interface, I need your hardware, your software.
I have all that now.
I don't need your books or you.
Did you think because we let you watch
that you're one of us?
You dropped something.
Go fuck yourself. Ooh!
Careful.
Ex-Navy Seal.
Went AWOL after a friendly fire incident.
He's actually a pretty good shot.
Well, when he's...
When he's sober.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
JOSIE: Do you need me to call and tell him that we're coming back?
No, I already did.
You shouldn't smoke, you know.
Your father smoked two-packs a day as long as I knew him.
He seems to be doing just fine.
He won't live long.
Good...
Alex.
MEGAN: You didn't even know him. What?
What and you did?
God, we're the same age. Idiot.
Yeah, well at least I tried to get to know him.
Okay. Enough.
What? It's true.
He can't even form his own opinion about the guy
because you never told us anything about him.
Maybe it's just not your business.
He's my father. Of course it's my business.
(CAR HONKS) You made that...
You know what? I didn't have a choice.
(CAR HONKS)
Don't make that face at me, I'm serious.
You don't understand. Mom.
Yeah, whatever mom. Just...
Megan. Mom.
You're too young.
Mom!
Down!
(GUN FIRING)
ALEX: Mom!
Keep your heads down!
How did they even find us?
Mom.
Alex, glove box!
Put the Mag in.
Which one, the long one?
Yes.
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
Aim for the tire.
What? The tires!
Use the mirrors to aim.
Keep your head in.
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
We just need to get home, lock-down and get the upper-hand.