ALEX: Mom, what are we gonna do?
JOSIE: Go straight to the panic room,
lock yourselves in, don't wait for me.
Go! Now!
ALEX: Come on.
Oh, my God. How many are there?
MAX: I can get us out of this. There's this thing, the black box.
We have to meet somewhere, somewhere public.
JACOB: Whoa, whoa.
AVERY: No. What are you doing?
Get her!
Open your mouth. (GUNSHOT)
Drop your weapon!
Ellie ran away.
You need to get me out of here now.
If she's out there and they find her,
they've got collateral on me again.
And my box expires in 48 hours.
(TICKING)
They can't get in.
It'd take them two days with a diamond cutter to get through this.
There's still some rifles left. They don't fit in the bag.
What? There's still some rifles left!
Don't fit in the bag.
Put the rest of them in the trunk.
Alex. Come here.
Mom, what are you doing?
Get ready to open and close the door when I say.
What?
Okay. On my count.
Ready? Three...
Two, one... Open!
(SCREAMING)
What?
That bitch shot me. Where?
She shot my foot. All right, all right, hold still, hold still.
Suck it up.
Fuckin' bitch.
Bitch.
(MUFFLED SPEECH)
ALEX: That was pretty sweet, mom.
No, now they're gonna be even more pissed off with us.
Good. Let them be.
(PHONE DIALING)
(PHONE RINGING)
Josie Acosta.
Worried I might get you some day. I really was.
Ever since I heard people talking about you
and how everybody's clock runs out
when they're looking for the great Josie Acosta. The ghost.
(CHUCKLES)
Sure enough, that box came to my front door,
and there you were. How did you find me?
Oh, lately, people been talking a lot more
about the messes you've been making.
(LAUGHING) I mean, that fireman in Palmdale?
Stabbed a hundred times.
And that rich cunt in Agoura Hills.
Run over with a car? Hmm?
Not once, not twice.
Twelve goddamn times.
(LAUGHING)
Back and forth and back and forth.
Have you ever heard of a mercy shot?
Or is that just too easy for you now?
Anyway, after I heard about the real estate agent with the claw hammer,
I said to myself, that sounds like our girl.
Mom, what's she talking about? (SHONDRA LAUGHING)
Oh...
Look,
you can't stay in there forever.
I'm sure, the Fixers will come and take one of my cubs.
Yeah, they'll probably take Tom this time. Sorry, Tom.
(SHONDRA LAUGHS)
And I may never see him again.
You haven't lost any of your cubs yet?
They took my daughter last summer.
But I got her back.
SHONDRA: Mmm-hmm.
Yeah, see.
(SIGHS)
Some of mine were taken for good.
So I guess you can say I'm batting 500
in that department.
Yeah, but it gets easier, it really does.
I'm sure you'll deal just fine when it happens to you.
You'd be surprised what two and a half years
of murders does to your insides.
It leaves them all black and hollow.
You're just craving for some pain and sadness.
(SIGHS)
Just don't try and pretend, Josie.
You are no ghost.
You are a monster.
Mom.
JOSIE: She doesn't know what she's talking about.
You said it's always painless. That's what you said.
She's confused.
(DOORBELL BUZZES)
What was that?
It's Trevor. No, no, no, no.
It's not going to happen. It's not going to happen.
Okay, come on, come on. Come on.
This is not happening.
Come on, come on, come on.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
(SHUDDERING)
What? Come on.
ALEX: (ON VOICE MAIL) It's Alex. Leave a message.
(BEEP)
Hey, I'm here. Outside your house.
You said we're having dinner tonight, right?
Mom, give me your phone. Just give it to me! JOSIE: Huh?
Fuck.
Anyway, call me back.
Answer, for fuck's sake.
(LINE BUSY) Fuck.
(LINE RINGING) I guess he's...
(RINGTONE PLAYS)
Okay, Trevor... Hey, where are you, silly?
Trevor, I need you to... There you are.
Run. Okay, run! Trevor! No!
ALEX: Trevor!
JOSIE: No!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
What are you doing? Stop! No!
I can't stop!
They'll shoot you! No! I don't care!
(WHIMPERING)
(SOBBING) Trevor.
Go on.
Where are you gonna go?
(SCREAMING)
(SOBBING)
I just held her and...
God, it was so heavy.
You got a box?
You're in the game, aren't you?
(DOOR OPENS)
OFFICER: Jacob Orr.
Lawyer's here.
Lawyer?
(DOOR OPENS)
Beep.
Oh, sorry. Raj.
All right. Oh, man.
It is good to finally meet you in person, bro.
I've heard so much about you.
Oh, man.
Honestly, though, I thought you'd be bigger.
And guard's been taken care of outside.
Your file never made the DA's.
No cameras. No mics. Did they hire you? The Watchers.
Yeah, they did. They do.
Certainly do.
Well, they can talk to me themselves,
if they want me to play their game.
Watchers don't mingle with Hunters. That's the whole point.
That's why they hire guys like me, Handlers.
I handled Ian Mitchell actually. Your last target.
Heard it was cold blooded.
That is awesome.
The guy was kind of a douche, all right?
And he treat me like his bitch sometimes.
So I'm glad he's dead. Thank you.
But you let that little girl live.
What was that about? She didn't hurt anybody.
Yeah, dog, I know, but now your brother's dead. So, you know...
Just saying.
And what would you have done, hmm?
Me? Yeah, you.
I don't have a brother. I have a sister.
Two actually. And I might do anything.
I'd even shoot a baby in the face if it meant saving one of them.
Family first, right?
Family always first.
Anyway. Here's the sitch.
(CLEARS THROAT)
(WHIMPERING)
Original.
Yeah, one way to put it. So here's the deal.
Shit! Oh, God! I'm here to help you, man!
I wanna talk to whoever's in charge.
I don't know who's in charge, all right?
I'm here to help you, to get you out.
So you can keep playing, so they keep watching. That's it!
That's funny 'cause I don't want to play the game.
Then, they'll kill her, man.
You stop playing, they put a bullet in her face. You know that.
But, listen, I am here because I'm gonna get you the fuck out...
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Enough!
Where is she? I don't know.
Then you're useless to me, aren't you?
No, wait. Let me finish. I'm here to get you out...
Bullshit!
Please... Take my briefcase if you don't believe me. Papers for the black box.
Your final kill, man. Your final kill. It's your ticket out.
Out of the game, man, all right?
The Watchers, they're running out of collateral for you, man.
No brother. No family. No friends.
They're running out of things to take away from you, man.
So they're offering you the Black Box.
They're offering you the Black Box.
If you expire the target in the black box, you're out of the game.
That's it. No strings, bro. I swear, for good.
Me and the girl, you hear me? Both of us.
I can't do that, man.
But we... (GROANS)
We could transfer it. You can transfer it if you want.
You can transfer it to her, and she'll be removed from the game.
No strings, bro. How do I know that's the truth?
There's one thing that's no joke. It is their rules.
They stick to it like a tattoo on a fat chick. (CHUCKLES)
That's what makes it so exhilarating.
(COUGHING)
This black box... What?
How do I get it?
(SIGHS)
You have to earn it, all right?
Three kills in 72 hours. Not just one.
Starting with the current target,
Carl Sherman or whatever the hell his name is.
Which only gives you about two days to do him and then two others.
So if you make all three kills before your time is up,
you will get the black box.
In it, you will find your final target.
The expiration date for a black box can be anything.
Three days, four hours, anything.
You won't know till you get it.
But if you do get it, you expire your final target, you're out.
Or Ellie's out or whoever the hell you choose.
They're out for good.
So you gonna do it?
Three kills, two days.
Plus your black box target, yeah.
There's one more thing you should know.
The girl is still collateral.
And she will be until you complete the black box.
So it's sort of a do or die situation
once you sign that paper, all right?
Yeah.
What's this? New wheels.
The POS you were driving got impounded.
And boom.
It's official now.
It's so easy.
You go on your way, I go with mine.
It was good meeting you. Real good, bro.
Enjoy that killing spree. (CHUCKLES)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Does it feel good to know that Trevor's gonna die?
Why would you say that?
Isn't that the point?
For Megan and I not to love anybody?
Or anything?
Alex.
We're just here to give you a reason.
A reason to play the game.
You know that isn't true. Do I, Mom?
I can't open that door.
She's waiting. She has the upper hand.
My only job is to protect you and to protect Megan.
That is why I play the game.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
So here's the deal.
This kid is bleeding out pretty bad.
I must have nicked an artery in his leg or something.
(TREVOR MOANING)
He's probably not gonna last much longer. I don't know, I'm...
I'm feeling pretty crummy about the whole thing.
Aw, you poor baby.
He looks so sad.
I really wish you could see his face up closer.
I'm guessing he's probably got a few more minutes till he's all emptied out.
That should give you guys enough time to decide
whether you wanna let this happen.
Or if you wanna come out and play.
Your choice.
Say good night, sweetie.
(TREVOR SOBBING)
(SOBBING)
Where do you think you're gonna go?
It's okay. Let it go.
This is a waste of time.
What are you doing?
(SOBBING)
Get off me. Stop.
AVERY: How do you know it's for you?
The black box? JACOB: I don't.
But what if it is?
Then you have to murder three people in the next two days.
Well, what's a few more bad dreams?
Look, this guy Carl Sherman,
if I don't kill him, someone else will. Right?
I mean, he's in the game. He's a dead man.
And same goes for whoever I get after that and after that.
That box is a death sentence.
If I can do this right, I can get her out.
And if your clock runs out before you get all three?
It won't.
I won't let it.
AVERY: What are we doing here?
JACOB: I need to get something first.
AVERY: How do you know this guy?
He used to be a friend of King's.
All right, stay here and lock the door.
Hey, Mooch.
Hey! Hey!
Fuck!
Mooch, stop! Mooch.
Stop!
Stop! Hey!
Stop. Get off me.
I'm just trying to help... Hey, shut up.
Poor kid needs some confidence! Stop it! King is dead.
Do you hear me? King is gone.
Murdered.
Shit, dude.
Shit. What happened? Shut up.
I had nothing to do... I always had his back. Shut up.
Shut your goddamn mouth! You know that, man!
I need your help.
Yeah. Anything.
King was my boy, man.
What are you looking for?