This black box, how do I get it?
Three kills in 2 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.
- Okay. Bedroom's clear. - Hand me the .45.
- Megs, you ready? - Yeah.
- Stop! - Cass!
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I did it.
All three.
I did it.
It's okay.
The old guy. Selfish son of a bitch.
Blew him up with a grenade.
A fucking grenade.
Jesus Christ. I need a drink. You want one?
Second guy.
Blew him away with a shot gun.
I'm telling you, you should have seen his face.
And the girl...
She was ready.
She had her gun out.
She didn't know how to use it.
She was scared.
Christ.
She was so scared.
Just tell me I'm not a bad person. Can you tell me I'm not a bad person?
Please. I need you...
Avery. Avery, I need your help, okay?
I need your help. Please. Help me just...
I'm sorry.
Black box.
If it's real.
It'll be here soon.
Yeah
It already is.
Someone left it at the door.
Where is it?
Couldn't look at it. It was making me sick.
Five hours.
That's all they've given you.
I knew they would do this.
That's what they want to see.
Mom.
My oldest.
Caleb.
I lost him on my very first box.
Just flat out refused to play.
I didn't think they'd actually do it.
The next day, overnight delivery shows up. Big old box.
Second I saw it, I just knew.
His arms and legs all neatly arranged.
Wrapping paper and the whole deal.
You see, they were laughing at me.
But you see, I'm laughing at them now.
Turns out, it's hard to stop someone who doesn't give a fuck no more.
So go ahead.
Cassie's ready to die for her momma.
Ain't that right, sweet pea? That's my girl.
See. She ain't fooling either.
Well, how about you go first?
- Okay. - Mom. No.
See what happens. You shoot my girl...
...I shoot your girl.
Maybe your boy and my boy could shoot it out.
But your boy, he can't kill me. Because that won't count.
It's got to be you.
Otherwise, you lose.
Now my boy, Alex. He can shoot you.
Because it makes no difference.
You're not my target.
Isn't that right, sweetheart?
You point that gun right at her.
There you go.
So, what you think?
You kill my girl. I kill your girl.
My boy shoots you right between the eyes.
So then what?
Your boy shoots my boy. He might live.
I'd still have one gun, right?
Batting. 500 as it were.
- Don't push me. - I'm not pushing you.
Just seeing how you want to play it.
Do it
Megan, help!
Meg!
Megan, help me.
Mom, stop! Just let her go!
Shit. Shit!
Mom!
I'm sorry.
No.
No!
No! I still have time!
No.
- Mom! - Alex!
Let go of me!
No!
Mom.
Shit.
No.
Look at you. Look... Wait here.
Give me the keys.
I'll drive. Come.
Look at me.
Everything is gonna be fine.
We'll find that Jacob guy and you're going to kill him.
Then they're not going to hurt Alex.
It's okay. I'm ready.
I've been ready.
I never wanted to be a mother.
I never thought it was right for me.
That first time I held him...
All of sudden, we were this normal family.
We had careers, a condo. We had a nanny.
I never thought I'd be a person who needed a nanny, but we had a nanny.
And then Jordan, my husband...
...he got a box.
And he couldn't bring himself to do it.
He'd never even been in a fight before. Let alone, held a gun.
The Watchers have taken everything from me.
My son. My husband.
It all happened so fast. Without any explanation. L...
I couldn't...
And that's when I met Max.
That's when he swooped in to save the day.
To save me.
I gave him everything I had left.
And now there's nothing.
I'm ready.
No.
They will kill her.
It's 6: 1 5.
In 10 minutes, she dies.
I mean, how would l...
How would I do it?
How would you want to go?
I haven't thought about that part yet.
- Yeah. - Yeah
You could push me.
Chance I might not die, though. At least, not right away.
- I don't want to use a gun. - It'd be easiest.
No. I can't.
It's too...
I've always sort of had a fantasy about drowning.
Drawing a warm bath...
...putting on some nice music.
And sinking down. Taking a deep breath.
- It has to be me though. - You could hold me under.
I don't have a bath tub though.
You could slit my throat. I'll bleed out in 90 seconds.
From what I've seen, it's not a bad way to go.
- Avery. - I have a scalpel in my kit.
- It's so sharp, I won't even feel it. - Stop it
- You're running out of time. - I know, I am thinking!
Just do it. Okay.
Your brother's dead because of me.
- Stop. - I could've helped you but I didn't.
He made you. You were afraid. Max made you.
Is that what you think? You think he made me?
He made you.
He and I watched together while you killed the Mitchells.
We watched and we laughed.
- Stop! - And then we watched them kill King.
- We watched them blow his brains out. - Avery.
And then we fucked.
And we had a nice dinner. And you know what, Jacob? I liked it.
Stop lying to me.
You are the first...
...good thing that's happened to me...
...in a really, really long time.
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