(DOORBELL BUZZING)
ALEX: It's Trevor.
Okay, come on.
(BUSY SIGNAL) What? Come on!
(GRUNTS)
ALEX: Trevor!
JACOB: This black box, how do I get it?
Three kills in 72 hours.
If you make all three kills before your time is up,
you will get the black box.
You expire your final target, you're out.
Or Ellie's out or whoever the hell you choose.
So here's the deal, this kid is bleeding out pretty bad.
He's probably not gonna last much longer.
What are you doing?
JACOB: I need to get something first.
How do you know this guy?
JACOB: He used to be a friend of King's.
I need your help. What are you looking for?
(TICKING)
Fixers are gonna come after me.
Especially if I'm out there all alone.
Well, if you're not back in an hour I'll assume they did.
And then what?
I'll just have to think of something, won't I? Now get out of here. Go on.
Oh, wait. Wait, wait.
Here.
Do you have cash? No.
All right. Use the Amex.
I maxed out the other cards buying this Kevlar bullshit.
(EXHALES)
Hey.
You're a good girl.
Yeah.
Mom, one of them is leaving.
Then we have numbers.
What's this? M4?
(SIGHING) Alex.
You said you had armor-piercing rounds, right?
Alex? ALEX: What?
Forget it. ALEX: Forget what?
It's too dangerous. We open that door,
I don't know what might happen.
You said so yourself, okay?
Your clock will run out, the Fixers, they're gonna come.
Then I'll shoot them.
You can't. They'll send more.
Then I'll shoot them, too.
ALEX: The Watchers won't stop.
They will hunt all three of us.
They'll hunt us forever.
Let them.
(COCKS GUN)
Yeah. If you really wanna tear some shit up,
I just got this semi-auto shotgun the other day.
Nine rounds, you just gotta cock it once. Bah!
Blow a hole big as a football.
(SIGHS)
That, with the M4, and the AK...
Wait, how many mags you want with the AK?
I don't know, two, three?
I can that for like eight G's?
MOOCHIE: I could chip in.
No, Mooch, I got this.
I've been saving for something.
Here, I'll even throw in that. Jesus Christ!
It's all good. Just don't pull the pin.
What the hell am I gonna do with a grenade?
Blow shit up, fool.
(CHUCKLING)
AVERY: I found something on Carl Sherman.
He's in Calabasas in a nursing home.
(GPS BEEPS)
GPS: In one mile, your exit is on the right.
(GPS BEEPS) You have arrived at your destination.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
Hi. Morning.
I am here to see my uncle.
What's your uncle's name?
Sherman. Carl Sherman. Okay.
Just sign in right here.
NURSE: Do you know where you're going?
Uh, no, I don't.
Room 204, down the hall, take a left.
204. Mmm-hmm.
All right, thank you, thanks.
Hey, you know what? Um...
How's he doing today?
Look, you know, just being Carl.
(CHUCKLES)
Right, yeah? I know Carl.
But how is his health?
He was pretty with it yesterday.
Is there anything you think he might need?
Well, you know how he likes his candy bars?
Right. That's...
Carl and his candy. (CHUCKLES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
(INDISTINCT VOICES ON TV)
Hey, Carl.
Jacob.
Remember me?
Jacob, yeah, of course. Yeah.
I, uh, brought you your favorite.
Just set them over there.
I'll set them here.
What are you watching?
Oh, uh, some silly show. I don't know.
I was about to beep the nurse. Would you...
Uh, would you get me some orange juice? It's in the fridge.
Sure.
(CLEARS THROAT)
(BREATHES IN DEEPLY)
CARL: Mary came by the other day, brought the kids...
That, uh... Reed.
(CHUCKLES)
He's getting big.
Uh, yeah. No, yeah he is. Heh.
Here you go.
Uh, why don't you stay?
Watch the game?
Yeah, okay.
(SIGHS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV CONTINUES)
You're joking, right?
Do I look that fucking helpless?
Why does everyone think it's okay to smother an old man?
Nah, I'm not kidding, you're the third person
that's walked in here and tried that.
It was worth a shot.
Well, congratulations.
Now you got 6 hollow-points aimed at your nuts.
Put down the pillow.
Now, I could shoot you right now.
But I don't want to get thrown out of here. I like it here a lot.
That nurse, Tiffany? With the big boobs?
She gives me a sponge bath every Tuesday, makes my dick hard.
I love that Tiffany.
So, what's the plan, then?
The plan is that you leave, you don't come back.
You just let the clock run out.
Go on to your next box.
Well...
You should know that a little girl's life is at stake.
Well, that's a shame.
Now, what do you want me to do about it?
Let me.
(CHUCKLES) Wha...
Let me expire you.
(LAUGHING)
(COUGHING)
You're serious?
I mean look at you, you're on oxygen.
You're taking a bunch of synthetic stuff
to keep your heart from stopping.
What is this, you got?
Oxy.
Christ, Carl.
Do you have cancer or something?
What kind?
I didn't say I wouldn't shoot you, I just said I'd prefer not to.
Come on, Carl. How much longer you really think you're gonna live?
Past today.
I know that much.
This game...
It's taken a hell of a lot out of me, I'll admit that.
But I wanna live long enough
to see my great-grandson grow a little.
Maybe teach him how to throw a curveball before I'm gone.
You can call your family.
Right now. We'll have them come down, you can say goodbye.
We can do all that.
I still have about 24 hours.
Look, I am begging you.
Just, let me expire you a little bit early.
Just a little.
I seriously need you to think,
about what you're doing here.
If you don't let me do this, I mean...
Little girl.
Seven years old.
She'll be dead by sundown tomorrow.
That's not my problem.
Not my problem!
Now get out of here or I will empty this.
Okay.
Sorry.
Oh, wait. Hold on, wait.
The gun. Leave your gun.
I saw it in your waistband.
Slow.
I'm just gonna set it down, all right?
Right on the table.
Attaboy.
Now, get the fuck out.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
It's your problem now.
(GASPS)
(EXPLOSION)
(ALARM RINGING)
Where do you wanna go?
What?
When we run.
Don't you think the Watchers will hear us?
(SIGHS) Yeah, they'll hear us.
I want to go somewhere with snow.
Snow would be fun.
I think Japan would be pretty cool. You know, like Tokyo?
So many people, you can just get lost in the crowd.
You think the game exists in Tokyo?
JOSIE: Who knows?
Didn't you say that you met a guy once who got a box in Spain?
Doesn't make it true.
What if there's nowhere that the game doesn't exist?
This thing's fireproof, right?
Yeah, but it will turn into an oven.
But the fire department will get here in time, right?
The fire department won't come. The Watchers will 86 it.
They want to watch us burn.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(PANTING)
I'd invite you in for coffee, but the place is still a wreck.
Still?
Yeah. Goddamn contractor.
First, it's a week, right? Then it's two.
Now, he's gouging us on the overtime.
I mean, we've already got three Mexican guys
who basically just sit around all day, drinking soda.
Now, all of a sudden he needs another guy, right?
Nothing is ever easy.
I told Cheryl it was gonna be like this, too, right?
All of a sudden she's like, "What the hell is taking so long?
"When are these guys gonna get out of here?"
I mean, I told her, right? She just does not listen to me.
Uh...
(GUNSHOT)
(CAR BEEPS)
(PHONE BEEPS)
Google Search.
Search Claire Takahashi. Los Angeles.
(PHONE BEEPS)
Search Fashion Institute, Los Angeles.
(PHONE BEEPS)
AUTOMATED VOICE: Here are the listings for Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising
here in Los...
Call Jacob Orr.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Yeah?
AVERY: (OVER PHONE) Hey. She's a student at FIDM.
I found her address.
Text it to me.
Okay.
(GPS BEEPS)
GPS: Your destination is ahead on the right.
REID: You feeling okay?
Huh?
Have you gotten out of bed today?
Mmm-mmm.
How was class?
It was fine.
You sure you're okay?
Yeah.
You're not still mad about the thing with my mom, are you?
No.
You know, she says those things when she's drinking wine...
It's okay.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Wait, Reid.
Were you expecting someone? Don't open it.
Back up! Okay, okay! Okay!
Just take whatever you want.
Move! Please, just stop. Please.
Claire? What's going on?
Please don't do this. Please. Please stop.
I'm here for her. Not you. Move.
Please, please don't do this.
Please, you don't have to do this. Walk away!
Why are you doing this? Please, just wait!
Please! I really don't want to hurt you.
CLAIRE: Reid.
Get out of the way.
Claire...
Get out of... Get the fuck out of the way!
(CLICKS)
(GUNSHOTS)
(SOBBING) Don't... No...
Okay, bedroom is clear. Okay, hand me the .45.
Megs, you ready?
Yeah, okay, I think so.
We gotta go now. Okay.
(DOOR SQUEAKS)
(LIQUID POURING)
Stop!
Cass!
(WHIMPERING)
Put it down.
(MEGAN SCREAMS)
Mom!
(MEGAN CRYING)