Klippers (2018) - full transcript
An assassin is sent by his psychotic employer, to kill his ex-wife. In his quest to accomplish his task, he becomes familiar with his target, making his mission difficult. Now, he must face the consequences of his actions.
(static crackling)
(ominous music)
(man moaning)
- You should have killed
me when you had the chance.
(gun firing)
(camera clicking)
Nice design.
I am good.
(singing in foreign language)
(upbeat drumming)
(ominous music)
- It's gettin' late, Charles,
you really should go.
- Just do your job, mind your business,
and keep 'em comin'.
(sniffing)
(somber piano music)
(phone ringing)
- It's 2:00am in the morning, Charles.
Stop calling me!
(soft, tense music)
(phone ringing)
- [Automated Voice] Your call
has been forwarded to an...
(phone clattering)
(panting)
- Wait up.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Oh come on, Charles, let's go, man.
- Wait, wait, wait, hold on.
- Keep up, let's go.
- Hold on, hold on.
- What's the problem?
- No problem.
She's playing hard to get.
- Oh my God, no, no, no, no, no.
Let that go, Charles, a'ight?
I'm surprised she ain't
put a restraining order
on your ass.
- Exactly, that's my point,
no restraining order.
She's playing hard to get.
- No, no, no--
- I'm gonna win her back.
- After all that?
- I forgave her.
I forgave her.
She's playing hard to get.
- Hey, hey, hey, look,
we got two more miles.
A'ight, come on, let's go.
- I'm gonna win her back.
(beeping)
Come on!
Is your internet slow?
- No.
(sighing)
Come on!
What is it?
What?
What are you lookin' at?
(banging)
(phone beeping)
(suspenseful music)
(phone ringing)
- [Automated Voice] Your
call has been forwarded
to an automated voice messaging system.
- Let me explain.
It's okay, it's okay.
No reason for alarm here.
Let me explain, please.
It's fine.
- We have nothing to discus, Charles.
You're embarrassing me.
You need to leave.
- Yes, Jessica, leave us alone.
Mary, beat it.
- You need to beat it, Charles.
- What's this thing still doing here?
- Nah, I can handle it.
I'll see you at the car.
- Are you sure?
- She's sure, she's fine.
Thank you.
She's fine.
Bye-bye.
Okay.
I forgive you.
- You forgive me.
Are you hearing yourself?
You need medical attention, Charles.
You need to stop bothering me.
- I'm bothering you.
- Yeah.
- I'm bothering you.
You took everything from me,
(laughing) my house, my cars,
everything, Clara, everything.
And I forgave you.
- You need to get out of my face.
I've had it with you.
And you need to learn to keep your dick
inside your pants, or
should I call the cops?
(thwacking)
(grunting)
(Charles coughing)
- Oh, you stupid whore!
No, no, no, no, no, no!
- Car's ready, boss.
(suspenseful music)
(phone vibrating)
(banging)
(gun clicking)
- What do you want?
- Smith awaits you downstairs.
- How did you find this place?
- Stop asking questions.
Smith hates waitin'.
- And how do I know
you're tellin' the truth?
- You can find out the hard way.
It's your choice.
Hey!
Hurry up!
(ominous music)
- Get in.
- I'm comfortable right here.
- Get in before I make an example of you.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
I'll pay.
I will pay.
Hey, hey, hey, come on, man, relax.
Okay.
Please, give me some time.
I will pay you.
- [Smith] Drive.
- [Steven] Look, my sister
is sick in the hospital.
She needs medical attention.
- [Smith] I know everything that goes on
in this town, Steven.
- What are you talking about?
- Don't lie to me.
Don't act like you don't know.
Don't play games with me.
I will put a bullet in
you right here, right now.
I hate liars, Steven.
- I'm not lyin'.
- Scumbag, scumbag gambler!
- I almost had it.
If I had won that game, I
would've had enough money
to take care of everything.
- You took your sister's hospital money
and you gambled that away.
You're in to me plus 20 now
for a half a million dollars,
do you understand that?
Steven, you got 24 hours to give it to me,
24 hours to make good on it.
If not, you and your sister expire.
Are we clear?
- Yeah.
- I would expect a little
bit more respect than that.
Let's try it one more time.
Are we clear?
- Yes, sir.
- Good boy.
Get out of my vehicle.
I have business to do.
(suspenseful music)
(phone beeping)
(phone ringing)
- I'll meet with you.
- I know this goes without saying,
but I would like this done quietly.
What?
- Have you thought about
this really carefully?
- I pay you, you do the
job, no questions asked.
- You got this all wrong, mister.
I don't do random.
I kill with a purpose.
I get rid of society's worst nightmares.
- This'll be right up your alley.
You have no idea who she is.
She stole my house, she took all my money.
Look, she did child
porn, drug trafficking,
all the bad stuff.
You have no idea.
She's bad.
Don't let the face fool
ya, dude, she's bad.
- What's she look like?
- Good, here we go.
Here.
In here, address, all
the information you need.
Here, here.
- Interesting.
- Here you go.
Here.
Ta-da.
- What is this?
- It's vitamins.
I don't want her to catch a cold.
Poison, genius, what do you think it is?
- You suck at being sarcastic.
- Look, you use anything else
and it could point back
to me as a suspect.
I wanna keep this as quiet as possible.
- I heard that part.
- Yeah, I wanna it kept quiet, I know.
- I want double and I
want everything right now.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
We agreed, we agreed half
now, half when it's done.
That was the agreement.
- Only if I do it my way.
- God damn it!
Fine, fine.
She gets coffee everyday, 7:00pm-ish.
Might be a good time to do whatever it is
you're gonna do.
- Is there anything else I need to know?
- Not that I can think of.
The combination is 69-69.
It's her favorite number, of course.
Good?
- We're good, yeah.
- Here you go.
- Thank you, I'll keep in touch.
(insects chirping)
(soft piano music)
- Mm, that's good.
(suspenseful music)
(TV static crackling)
(doorbell ringing)
Cookies.
- Sorry, I'm having a television issue.
- Oh, that's a shame.
Well, I see you haven't
been eatin' your cookies.
- Ms. Nancy, you know I love your cookies.
Um, you can stay for a
little while if you'd like.
I'm just on the phone.
- No, I've got a cake in the oven.
My grandson, Cody,
is going to be two years old this weekend.
- Ooh!
- Can you believe that?
- That's so cute.
They grow up so quick.
- They do, you have no idea.
(Clara sighs)
What's wrong?
- They've hung up on me, like, four times.
Yeah.
- Ooh, well, I'll leave you to that, okay?
- Thank you.
Have a good night, Nancy.
- Okay, bye-bye.
- Bye.
(phone ringing)
- This call may be monitored
for training purposes.
My name is Aarush.
Who do I have the pleasure
of speaking with today?
- [Clara] Sir, I can't
get any signal on my TV.
- [Aarush] Could you please
verify your telephone
and address please?
- 2680 Vision Street,
Atlanta, Georgia, 30069.
678-005-0001.
- Thank you, Clara.
How may I assist you today?
- Dude, I literally just
said my TV's outta whack.
- Ooh, I am sorry about that.
Give me one second.
Let me check for you.
- Since when did they start
routing calls to India?
- Give me one second, madame.
- Okay, well can you hurry it up?
I'm missing my TV show.
- Madame?
Clara, are you there?
Clara?
Madame?
- Where else would I be?
Did you hear me hang up?
Can we just get someone
out here to fix this?
- Give me one second, madame.
Let me troubleshoot from my end first
an then we will see what we can do, okay?
- Okay, well get on it already.
Don't tell me about it, just do it.
(Clara groans)
- Okay, it looks like I can
send out a technician tomorrow
at 10:00am or 2:00pm.
Does that work for you?
- I work for a living, dude.
- Okay, so should I put you down
for 8:00am Saturday morning?
- Whatever.
I have to go.
- Okay, great, Clara.
I will put you down 8:00am
sharp Saturday morning.
Somebody will knock on the door, okay?
Thank you very much.
You have a great day.
(suspenseful music)
(static crackling)
(doorbell ringing)
- Hi.
- Hi, um, cable problems?
- The guy on the phone
said you weren't coming
till later in the week.
- I'm here to fix it.
- Come on in.
- Ooh. (Steven mumbles)
Give me a second here, I'll
just get this on for you.
Smells good in here.
Is that Nigerian or Columbian?
- You know your beans, huh?
- Yeah, I sure do.
- (laughs) The living room's this way.
Thank you so much for
caring about my carpet.
No one ever does that.
You think it'd be common courtesy.
Cleaning carpet ain't cheap.
(soft, eerie music)
(TV static crackling)
- Ma'am, I need to check
your cable box outside.
- Okay, no worries.
♪ Meet me in the garden of ♪
(TV chattering indistinctly)
Coffee?
- [Steven] Uh, sure.
Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- This is actually really good.
- Columbian.
I know my coffee too.
- Oh, nice.
Did you serve time?
- 'Scuse me?
- I mean military.
- Oh, seven brutal years in the Corps.
And then I was the frontline
nurse for two tours.
Great times, though.
I wouldn't trade it for the world.
- I'm sure your folks
must be really proud.
- Um, my dad was.
He died a couple years ago.
- I'm so sorry to hear that.
- It's okay.
- Ma'am, um, you wanna
go check your channels?
Just check on 'em, make
sure that they all work.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
(upbeat music)
- [Actress] That's something
else we do very well.
(TV clicking)
- [Show Host] Come on down!
(applauding)
(TV chattering indistinctly)
- Check all your channels.
- Okay.
- Make sure they all work.
- I missed my show.
- I'm sure they have reruns.
Hey, here you go, here's your cup.
- Thank you.
- Is it okay if I finish
my coffee before I leave?
- Yeah, that's fine, take your time.
Have you ever seen this?
- Seen what?
- This show.
- No.
- You've never seen it?
Oh my God, did you see...
- Oh, snap!
- I'm so sorry.
- All right, let me get
you another cup of coffee,
get you a rag and clean the floor, okay?
- No, it's fine, I should
be going to bed anyway.
What'd you say your name was again?
- Sam Jones, call me Sam.
- [Clara] Okay, great,
my name is Clara, okay?
It was so nice to meet you.
And if they call, I will give them
a great review on you, okay?
- Sure.
- All right. (laughs)
Um, a drink sometime would be good.
- 'Scuse me?
- I don't mean to pressure you, Clara,
but I think you're an incredible person.
- Okay well, um, you're really direct.
- I mean, just a drink,
makin' new friends,
just a friendly gesture.
- Look, I just got out
of a seven-year marriage
with a psychopath.
I'm not ready for anything like that.
- I mean, just makin' new friends.
That's the more reason
why you should come out,
hang out and make new friends, you know?
I mean, I don't bite people, I just--
- I'll think about it.
- Okay, all right, give me your number.
(soft piano music)
All right, thank you.
- No problem.
Thank you.
- Yeah, sure.
- I was always in uniforms,
so now I like to live through my outfits.
And I wear a lotta color, and
my favorite color is blue.
- Guess what my favorite color is?
- Blue?
- Yeah.
(laughing)
I got blue all over me.
- That's funny.
- Yeah, nice, nice.
Let me get you some more wine here.
- Thank you.
- Good?
- Mm-hm.
- Okay.
(Steven mumbles)
All right.
Cheers to new friends.
- To new friends for real.
So, what is your story?
You seem way too sophisticated
to be an average cable guy.
- Honestly?
Just pure curiosity.
The whole broadband thing is amazing.
The technology is amazing.
My business is an NGO.
- Um, what is that?
- It's a non-governmental organization.
We help firms determine
where goods and services
are to be distributed to
third-world countries.
Could be clothes, you
know, just basic amenities.
- Superman, ready to save the world.
- That's just who I am, you know.
24 more hours, I retire, travel the world
and enjoy the fruits of my labor.
- That sounds hot.
Excuse me, I need to
go to the ladies room.
- Sure.
- Water?
- I'm good.
(footsteps clacking)
- I'm so sorry!
My bad.
- I am so sorry.
This time it wasn't me.
- Just go sit down, sit, sit, sit.
You're like a walkin' rabbit foot, huh?
- Come again?
- Ah, nevermind.
So what happened to your marriage?
- Um...
- Don't, you don't have to
say, don't worry about it.
You're fine.
- No, it's okay.
He cheated on me with my best friend.
I can deal with a lot, but that, I can't.
He's been trying to get
back with me ever since.
Dude's a little crazy.
(cork popping)
- Why don't you get a
restraining order on him?
- I can handle myself.
I'm a big girl.
- Okay.
(gentle string and piano music)
Oh, shit!
Oh!
Oooh. (clucking)
(Steven muttering indistinctly)
Hurry up, wake up, wake up.
Wake up, wake up, wake up.
(suspenseful music)
Clara, wake up, wake up.
So dramatic.
Get your bag, get you some
clothes, and let's go.
I don't have time to explain, okay?
Get your bag, get you some
clothes, and let's go.
Come on, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!
Hurry, hurry, let's go.
Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Oooh!
What happened to stealth?
(Steven groaning)
Hurry up, hurry, let's go.
- I'm trying.
Wha, what?
Stealth?
- I'm just thinking out loud.
(Steven groaning)
Don't, don't.
- Who is that?
What's going on, Jones?
What is it?
- Snap, I left my gun.
- What?
Your gun?
- Look, I know I have a
lot of explaining to do.
Now is not a good time.
(ominous music)
(door creaking open)
- (laughs) Americans.
(lock clicking)
- What?
- [Steven] You leave your front door open?
- Yeah, it's a safe neighborhood, okay?
Who is that?
- That's an assassin, and he's
been sent here to kill us.
- What?
- Look, no time for this.
Where's your gun?
- I don't have any clips left.
- Let me see it, let me see it.
- No.
My gun, my house, my show.
- Okay, all right, this
is what's happening.
My sist--
- Sorry for the intrusion.
I only want Clara.
Just send her down here
and I'll be out of here.
- You have to tell me what's going on.
- Okay.
(humming)
♪ America ♪
♪ America ♪
♪ America ♪
♪ America ♪
♪ America ♪
You understand my English?
- [Steven] What are, what are you doing?
- I can't find my phone.
- Don't call the cops.
- Why is that?
- Trust me.
- [Clara] Where's your phone at?
- It's dead.
- Convenient, huh?
- Come down!
Let me put two bullets in your head
and call it a day, because
at the end of the day
I will still kill you.
Make it fast and easy.
- [Clara] This is really
great, you know? (laughs)
- You know, I didn't plan for any of this.
- [Drummer] All that planning is nonsense.
I've already surveyed the area.
Your back doors are locked.
I put traps behind your back windows,
near the roof and on the ground.
- Crap.
- [Drummer] It's an explosion.
- Oh, whatever.
- Please, make my life easy
and go through any one of the window.
(Steven grunts)
Just do it now.
- [Clara] I just painted it.
It's stuck.
- Really?
- Yep.
- Great.
(suspenseful music)
- No snacks?
(bottle clatters)
My client wants your face
and body to still be fine,
or else I would burn
this dump to the ground.
Idiots.
(dramatic music)
(Drummer laughing)
(breathing heavily)
(laughing)
Woo!
(Clara coughing)
You not gonna save her.
I hear her coughing.
- I'm out. (coughing)
Here.
- Come and grab the cash, Superman.
Come grab the cash, Superman!
(dramatic music)
(gun firing)
(bullet ricocheting)
(gun firing)
- Yes!
(gas can hissing)
(gun firing)
(Steven shrieking)
(somber piano music)
(toilet flushing)
Sport smokes, really?
Sport smoke?
I was expecting something
more tactical, like tear gas.
Is that all you got?
- I only want Clara.
My client says you can keep the money.
He won't come after you.
(Drummer laughing)
- Let me explain.
- Client?
- Charles sent me to clip you.
- [Drummer] How do you like me now, huh?
- Charles?
- But I didn't.
- Yeah, right.
You're playing me.
- I'm not playing you.
(Drummer breathing heavily)
- [Clara] Here.
(Drummer groaning)
(Clara mutters indistinctly)
- Ahhh!
Hurry up.
(Steven groans)
Hand me that T-shirt.
The scissors please.
- Here.
- Lighter.
Lighter!
(whimpering)
(screaming)
(Steven groaning)
- I'm gonna wrap it now, okay?
Ready?
I'm gonna watch the door.
- No, no, stay.
(suspenseful music)
(Drummer muttering indistinctly)
(groaning)
- You saved my life.
Why?
- You needed saving.
Any other doors?
- No.
- (sighs) Perfect.
- Charles sent you to
kill me, and you didn't.
- Isn't it obvious?
(ominous music)
- I told him you must have
lost your touch or somethin'.
Me, I told him I don't like poison.
I like to shoot.
I'm a professional killer.
In Africa, we used to use poison.
I don't try it from now on.
It's too easy.
I'm a natural shooter!
(laughing)
Woo!
I promised I would not
shoot her in the face.
In the face!
- What are you looking for?
- My other gun.
I left it in the garage.
- [Drummer] This gun?
Why didn't you use the poison?
- [Clara] Hm?
- You have every right to be mad at me.
I genuinely tried to know you,
but let's not forget this
is about you and Charles.
- You two are both crazy, you know that.
- Let's try to get out of here alive.
- I have an idea.
- What?
- I'll confront him.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- That's a good idea.
Eh?
Come down, please.
I will put away my pistol.
- He will shoot you on sight.
- I have my way with men.
- I can see that.
- What is that supposed to mean?
- You could have been
enjoying life and money.
Instead, you got caught up in a
(speaks in foreign language).
- [Both] Shut up!
(Drummer laughs)
- Lightning doesn't strike
the same way twice, does it?
I got it.
Is this some sort of joke or game to you?
- Look, we need to focus
and get outta here alive.
You can shoot me afterwards if you like.
- I'll keep that in mind.
- Just shoot him already!
Steven, the more you delay,
the more it becomes worse for you.
He tried to kill you
twice, for that matter.
You don't think he won't do it again?
Think about this. (speaks
in foreign language)
Once a killer, always a killer.
- Don't listen to him.
He's trained for that kinda mission.
- He had all the facts!
- Look, I know this may sound crazy.
My younger sister is in the hospital.
She's sick with cancer.
- Whatever.
Is that one of your lies?
- I needed the money
to pay for her surgery.
- You can look at the sky. (laughing)
She has caught you in your lies.
Oh yeah, let the fireworks begin.
Let the fireworks begin!
Come down.
Come down.
Come down.
Come down!
- You kill people for money
to save your sister's life?
That makes no sense,
whatever your name is.
- My real name's Steven.
- I don't care what your name is
or anything about your sister, okay?
I need to get out of
here one way or another.
(gun firing)
Give me the gun.
- Promise you won't shoot me with it.
- I will kill you with my bare hands
if you don't give me that gun right now.
- Can you be any nicer about it?
- Give me the gun, please.
- Let's plan this.
- Who's the marine?
- Jarheads are good at
taking orders, yeah?
So why don't you be a good boy
and put the bullet in
your brains, prostitute.
I will tell him you killed
yourself like a real soldier.
That way he wouldn't blame me
for making your corpse look ugly.
- He just called me a whore.
He literally called me a whore!
- He's messing with your head.
We need to get out of here.
- You're an uneducated
tramp, you know that, right?
- He just wants to get, wait.
He wants to get you all rattled up
and take advantage, that's what he wants.
- Well, then let's give him a medal then!
- Mister?
Let's make a deal now.
Put the bullet in her brains
and I'll share half of my money with you.
- Leave this premise right now
and I'll forget this ever happened.
- You are going to regret this all!
You are going to regret this all!
- Give me that gun so
I can kill this idiot.
We have one bullet left.
Now what?
(soft, tense music)
- Listen.
We're gonna give you up first.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Shh, shh, shh!
This is the plan, okay?
You're gonna take that scissors,
tuck it behind your back.
I'm gonna walk close with you.
We're gonna go down the stairs slowly.
Once we get close to
him, I'll distract him
and you stab him.
- That's way too dangerous.
- We have to try.
- You killed people for a living
before your sister was sick, right?
- So you do care.
- Answer the question.
- Yes, I killed bad people.
- That is so messed up.
I don't know who's more crazy, you or him.
- If you love somebody,
you'll kill the whole world
to save their life.
- Perception, perception.
So messed up.
- When I was a boy,
I always wanted to be Scaramanga.
All the other kids wanted to
be James Bond, or the hero.
I fit this job perfectly.
You always go for what others can't do.
- He dies at the end.
- We all die in the end.
I'm always the last man standing.
- Yeah?
Let me be the judge of that.
I am not that easy to get rid of.
- Yet you are in bed with your killer.
- I swear to God I will
blow your brains out!
- Don't be blamin' you.
I been a job.
Nonsense, that's all
you keep thinking about,
blowing somebody in the heat of battle.
God.
You need salvation sharply.
I shall work a month for you.
About to get turnt up in here.
(furnace humming)
(soft, tense music)
- Seriously, dude, let me fix this.
♪ No more water ♪
- [Clara] Oh, great.
♪ No more water ♪
♪ No more water ♪
♪ No more water ♪
- Where did they dig you from?
♪ No more water ♪
♪ No more water ♪
♪ No more water ♪
♪ No more water ♪
- I'm thirsty.
- Me too.
- He turned up the heat.
- Clever.
- Moron.
Shut off the vent.
- Please.
- Please.
- It's broken.
- Let me check.
(Steven groans)
I'm gonna get some water.
He shut off the water as well.
- Are you serious?
- Yes, he did.
- What is wrong with you?
(Drummer laughing)
- I need some pain killers.
- Okay, well, they're in
the pantry in the kitchen.
- Of course it is.
(Drummer groaning)
Did you hear that?
- Yeah.
(suspenseful music)
- You're injured as well.
You're gonna need medical attention.
- Pain is good for the soul.
It purifies the being.
(gun firing)
I'm getting bored down here.
I'm getting bored down here.
- What are you doing?
- I'd rather die than be in here anymore!
I can't stand this heat!
- I wouldn't do that if I were you.
- I just wish I could
jump out of this window.
- It's okay, it's gonna be all right.
We'll figure this out, okay?
We'll get through this, we'll
get through this, all right?
- On a given day, Clara, you're a two,
maybe a three at the very most.
- You know you can't have me,
you illiterate piece of scum!
(gun firing)
You and your mother are dead!
- Don't aggravate him, okay?
- You're acting like a teammate, dude.
- Dude?
- Yeah.
You're just a killer
who got whipped by this.
You know I'm a 10.
- Are you taking that guy seriously?
Really?
- You know I give you an extra one, right?
You're not that cute.
(speaking in foreign language)
(gun firing)
(laughing)
- What were you thinking?
That was our last bullet.
- Yeah?
Well, I guess your hail
Mary idea is our only hope.
- The thing about black people,
when they see white chicks their head goes
(speaks in foreign language).
I don't understand why blacks
can't stick with blacks
and whites can't stick
with their own kind.
My white clients always pay
me more for my services.
Black people are very cheap.
So when I kill them, I
piss on their corpse.
I never piss on a white person's body.
But for you, Clara, I
will make an exception.
But for you, I will make an exception.
- [Steven] You ready?
- No, I need some time.
(soft, tense music)
- So it's about the money, right?
Look, just leave.
I will transfer the
money into your account,
any account of your choice.
- Serious fool.
You think I be idiot.
(speaking in foreign language)
- What is he saying?
- I have no idea what he's talking about.
- What do you mean, you don't know?
Aren't you African or something?
- So?
- Will half a million
things do somethin' for you?
- I must live to my code.
I have to kill that
woman or I won't sleep.
I won't have peace.
- [Stevne] Look, I'll transfer
the money into your account.
No one has to know, I promise.
You have my word.
- Your word?
Your word is not good enough here.
You think I'm a fool?
I trust nobody.
There is no amount of
money that can buy peace.
Don't you read your Bible?
Infidels.
- Do you hear yourself?
- Woman, shut up!
When men are talking, you should be quiet.
Shhh.
Proverbs chapter 28 verse 21 says
partiality is not good,
yet a person will do wrong
for a piece of bread.
- Shut up!
- Woo!
I love feisty.
- I'm ready.
Let's do this.
- You're sure?
- Yeah.
- Let's hope he bites.
All right.
(doorbell ringing)
Who's that?
(gun clicking)
- [Nancy] Uh, is everything okay?
- Why wouldn't it be?
- I thought I heard gun shots.
- And you are?
- Where's Clara?
- And you are?
- I'm, I'm the neighbor.
- Ooh, come on in.
- He has us trapped!
Run!
(dramatic music)
- No!
Don't!
Clara!!
No!
No!
(thwacking)
(soft, tense music)
(phone beeping)
(phone ringing)
- Yeah, it's me.
Kill him.
- Got it, boss.
I'm on it.
(Clara sniffles)
- What a safe neighborhood.
No one is really calling the cops, huh?
(Nancy moaning)
(Nancy shrieks)
- See what you make me do?
Her blood is on your hands.
- You bloodthirsty bastard!
(smacking)
(Nancy sobbing)
♪ She is still alive ♪
♪ You can save her ♪
♪ Just do the right thing ♪
♪ And turn yourselves to me ♪
♪ I promise I will make your
death as painless as possible ♪
♪ Just do the right thing ♪
♪ And turn yourself to me ♪
You read your Bible and
go to church, right?
You will go to heaven.
It is a better place than here.
(Nancy sobbing)
I forgot, Stev.
You've been fornicating with this sinner.
God hates people like you.
You should ask for forgiveness sharply.
Save this woman's life
and God will forgive you
when you die.
- Where do you think
you're going in the end?
- Stop asking foolish question
before I (mumbles) for you.
Get down here in six seconds
before this deal expires.
One.
Two.
- No, he's bluffing, he's not gonna do it.
- Three.
(Nancy sobbing)
Four.
Five.
(gun firing)
(Clara whimpering)
(ominous music)
See what you make me do?
See what you made me do?
If you had listened to me,
she wouldn't have died.
(soft, tense music)
(fast-paced drumming)
I'm tired of playing games with you guys.
I'm burning this thing to the ground.
- Let's check the windows real quick.
Nah.
Nah, nah, no, no, no, no.
Ooh, shit!
Ooh.
- These people no get petrol.
(phone vibrating)
This has been here all this while.
(speaks in foreign language)
- [Jessica] Hey girl, are
we still going jogging
this evening?
Hello?
Are we going jogging?
- Hi, Jess.
Clara's in the restroom.
She told me to tell you
she'll be waiting for you.
- [Jessica] She told me about you.
Okay, I'll see you guys soon.
Thanks.
- Bye-bye for now.
See you soon.
Have no fear.
(suspenseful music)
Since I'm a good person, I
decided not to burn the house.
- Stop doing that.
- Stop doing what?
- Biting your nails.
- Dude downstairs just killed Ms. Nancy
and you're worried about
me biting my nails?
- You guys argue like a new couple.
- Maybe you should get a woman sometime
and your perspective of life would change.
- You got jokes.
You should try being a standup comedian.
Professional killers should know
attachments are bad for business.
- I'm talkin' to a fool.
Ugh.
- What do we have here?
I see you're quite the artist, Clara.
- You, please put them back!
Your business is with you.
I mean me.
Please put the paintings back.
- Would you trade your
life for these paintings?
I'm giving you to the count of five
before I obliterate these things.
One.
Two.
You can take your pick if you want to.
I won't shoot you, I promise.
- You're a piece of crap!
What is it with you?
- I'm here to do my job.
Four.
Five!
(thwacking)
- It's going to be okay.
- Stop saying that!
It's not going to be okay.
He destroyed my life's work.
It reminded me of my dad.
Whenever I wanted to think about my dad,
I'd look at that.
And he destroyed it.
It's not going to be okay!
- I'm not leaving this house without you.
That's all he wants.
He's crazy.
He's just trying to get into your head.
We're gonna get out of this alive, okay?
- Right.
- We are gonna get out of this.
(somber piano music)
(Clara sobbing)
(Drummer laughing)
- That's so cute, so cute.
(speaking in foreign language)
That painting is one to cry for.
You never see anything.
Come down.
Let me put you out of your misery.
Huh?
(doorbell ringing)
- Who's that?
(suspenseful music)
- Hi. (laughs)
We've been expecting you.
- That's Mary.
That's my best friend.
I don't know what she's doing here.
- Please don't hurt me!
P-please, please don't hurt me.
(Mary whimpering)
Please don't hurt me, okay?
- I took the liberty of
inviting her here myself.
I told her you wanted to see her urgently.
Her curiosity actually put
her in this predicament.
How do you like my grammar, sweetheart?
Oh no, she...
I get that she's calling me illiterate.
Oh, me!
(speaking in foreign language)
Definition, get out of here.
Busy body, you not getting the joke?
You just foolishly come.
- I didn't do anything wrong!
- What's your problem?
You let her go now!
- She's a witness.
No, can't do.
- What's your problem?
What's your problem?
- [Mary] (sobbing) Can
you please let me go?
Just let me go, please!
Please.
Please.
Please.
Clara!
- Let go of her, you sick psychopath!
- I won't rush this one.
I will be patient and give
you time to think about it.
If not, her brains will
decorate this carpet.
You are an artist.
I am Picasso.
(ominous music)
(Mary whimpering)
(gun firing)
(Mary screaming)
(gun firing)
(Mary screaming)
I am warning you!
You can still save her.
Why would you be doing
this to your friend?
Is your life worth more than hers?
- I'm gonna kill you with my bare hands!
- Now we are talking.
Now we are talking!
(gun firing)
(Mary sobbing)
- Please let her go!
Please stop torturing her!
Please let her go!
(speaks in foreign language)
- You're very selfish.
Which kind of person you be?
Huh?
Okay.
(Mary whimpering)
Is that how you beg?
Let me see you beg again.
I'm getting tired here.
Hm?
(Clara sobbing)
I haven't seen this girl before.
If you were a kindhearted person,
you'd have given your life
up like Jesus did for us.
You are real mugger.
(Drummer laughing)
(Mary wailing)
(gun firing)
- I'm gonna kill you!
(Clara screaming)
(sobbing)
(somber string music)
- Look at me, Clara.
Look at me.
We are gonna get through this, okay?
You're a marine and
you've seen worse, okay?
- That is my best friend he just killed.
- You said I should let her go.
I followed your instructions.
All you had to do was
walk down the stairs.
You wouldn't be going
through such heartache.
Death is a better choice.
(fast-paced drumming)
- It's gonna be okay.
(knocking)
(Drummer laughing)
- Hey, is Clara ready?
- Hi, we've been expecting you.
(laughing)
Go there.
- Let her go!
- Who's there?
- That's my sister.
- [Steven] What is she doing here?
- We were supposed to go jogging, okay?
- Please.
Please don't do this, please!
I don't know what you want.
- I told you to say something.
- Please don't kill me.
- Okay.
Look what we have here.
Isn't this a surprise?
Hm?
Just, just look at what
God has brought to me.
All my wishes are coming true.
Yes, this is why you keep your
phone on you at all times.
Mother-snitches!
- Let her go!
She hasn't done anything.
- All you have to do is come downstairs.
I will let her go, I promise.
- Clara, don't do it!
- Shut up.
- [Clara] I'm ready.
- Give me a second, okay?
Just give me a second.
- [Drummer] I'm waiting!
- Here's the plan.
I'm gonna bring her downstairs
in exchange for her sister.
You can keep half the money.
- Sounds like a good plan.
(speaks in foreign language)
I won't shoot, I promise.
- I need to get really close to him.
- That's the plan.
- What if he shoots us on sight?
- Mmm, nah.
Not after giving him this much hell.
He wouldn't.
- Let's hope you're right this time.
Let's do this.
- All right.
- I'm waiting!
Stop wasting my time.
(thwacking)
(Clara gasps)
(Jessica thudding)
(ominous music)
Tougher than you look,
I will give this to you.
But every good thing
eventually comes to an end.
Any last requests?
Stop right there.
- You promise to let her go.
- I promise to let her go.
I promise to let her go.
See?
I'm out.
Are you hiding a pistol?
- No, I'm not hiding a pistol.
- Raise your shirt and turn around.
Ahh.
You ran out of bullets.
I almost felt insulted.
(Clara screams)
(grunting)
(dramatic music)
(thwacking)
(Clara thudding)
(Drummer groans)
I think I am tired of shooting.
Kitchen knives will
suffice, mother-snitches.
- Look, I have three million dollars
in my safety deposit box.
- How will a man who has
three million dollars
start somewhere else?
Not pay for his sister's medical bills.
I told you, I only want Clara.
You carry yourself joint trouble.
Go.
Unless you're a cold bastard
who doesn't care about his family,
which I highly doubt it.
You love your sister.
Maybe I can pay her a visit
when I'm through with you guys.
- I'm gonna kill you!
You stay away from my family!
(Drummer laughing)
(soft, tense music)
- I'm a blessed man.
I came for one and I got five.
So, which one of you will go first?
(Steven groans)
- Just, dude...
- Hm?
Where did you say the money was?
Where is the key?
What is the address?
What--
- Look, I'd have to take you there myself.
I don't have the keys with me.
- You will tell me where the money is
or I will kill her.
- I mean, just let her go.
I mean, come on, what else you want?
- [Drummer] Okay.
You will tell me where
it is or I will kill her.
(thwacking)
(grunting)
- Are you okay?
- I'm okay.
(somber string and piano music)
- Are you okay?
(Jessica sobbing)
- Come on, guys.
You guys okay?
Go upstairs right now.
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(thwacking)
(grunting)
(Steven screaming)
(dramatic music)
(glass shattering)
- Come on.
(phone vibrating)
- Nah, I just told you
to be patient, right?
Yeah, done deal.
Right.
Well, I mean, it just depends.
It's gonna take a couple minutes, but...
- Oh, babe, I'm gonna go grab dinner.
- Yeah.
I don't know, 15?
Right, I'll see you in a few.
(insects chirping)
(suspenseful music)
(neck snapping)
Yeah.
No, no, no, we're on
our way right now, man.
Yeah.
Nah, like 15 minutes tops.
Right.
Nah, man.
Yeah, it's gonna be all right.
We gonna make it rain
tonight in magic city, baby,
you know that.
Yeah, right.
Right.
Yeah, it's nice.
(gun firing)
Hope you know what you're doin', Steven.
(gun firing)
(somber string music)
(engine igniting)
- Close the door.
- Okay.
Closing.
I will give you whatev...
(gun firing)
(thudding)
(dramatic music)
(laughing)
(tense, energetic music)
(somber string music)
(ominous music)
(man moaning)
- You should have killed
me when you had the chance.
(gun firing)
(camera clicking)
Nice design.
I am good.
(singing in foreign language)
(upbeat drumming)
(ominous music)
- It's gettin' late, Charles,
you really should go.
- Just do your job, mind your business,
and keep 'em comin'.
(sniffing)
(somber piano music)
(phone ringing)
- It's 2:00am in the morning, Charles.
Stop calling me!
(soft, tense music)
(phone ringing)
- [Automated Voice] Your call
has been forwarded to an...
(phone clattering)
(panting)
- Wait up.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Oh come on, Charles, let's go, man.
- Wait, wait, wait, hold on.
- Keep up, let's go.
- Hold on, hold on.
- What's the problem?
- No problem.
She's playing hard to get.
- Oh my God, no, no, no, no, no.
Let that go, Charles, a'ight?
I'm surprised she ain't
put a restraining order
on your ass.
- Exactly, that's my point,
no restraining order.
She's playing hard to get.
- No, no, no--
- I'm gonna win her back.
- After all that?
- I forgave her.
I forgave her.
She's playing hard to get.
- Hey, hey, hey, look,
we got two more miles.
A'ight, come on, let's go.
- I'm gonna win her back.
(beeping)
Come on!
Is your internet slow?
- No.
(sighing)
Come on!
What is it?
What?
What are you lookin' at?
(banging)
(phone beeping)
(suspenseful music)
(phone ringing)
- [Automated Voice] Your
call has been forwarded
to an automated voice messaging system.
- Let me explain.
It's okay, it's okay.
No reason for alarm here.
Let me explain, please.
It's fine.
- We have nothing to discus, Charles.
You're embarrassing me.
You need to leave.
- Yes, Jessica, leave us alone.
Mary, beat it.
- You need to beat it, Charles.
- What's this thing still doing here?
- Nah, I can handle it.
I'll see you at the car.
- Are you sure?
- She's sure, she's fine.
Thank you.
She's fine.
Bye-bye.
Okay.
I forgive you.
- You forgive me.
Are you hearing yourself?
You need medical attention, Charles.
You need to stop bothering me.
- I'm bothering you.
- Yeah.
- I'm bothering you.
You took everything from me,
(laughing) my house, my cars,
everything, Clara, everything.
And I forgave you.
- You need to get out of my face.
I've had it with you.
And you need to learn to keep your dick
inside your pants, or
should I call the cops?
(thwacking)
(grunting)
(Charles coughing)
- Oh, you stupid whore!
No, no, no, no, no, no!
- Car's ready, boss.
(suspenseful music)
(phone vibrating)
(banging)
(gun clicking)
- What do you want?
- Smith awaits you downstairs.
- How did you find this place?
- Stop asking questions.
Smith hates waitin'.
- And how do I know
you're tellin' the truth?
- You can find out the hard way.
It's your choice.
Hey!
Hurry up!
(ominous music)
- Get in.
- I'm comfortable right here.
- Get in before I make an example of you.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
I'll pay.
I will pay.
Hey, hey, hey, come on, man, relax.
Okay.
Please, give me some time.
I will pay you.
- [Smith] Drive.
- [Steven] Look, my sister
is sick in the hospital.
She needs medical attention.
- [Smith] I know everything that goes on
in this town, Steven.
- What are you talking about?
- Don't lie to me.
Don't act like you don't know.
Don't play games with me.
I will put a bullet in
you right here, right now.
I hate liars, Steven.
- I'm not lyin'.
- Scumbag, scumbag gambler!
- I almost had it.
If I had won that game, I
would've had enough money
to take care of everything.
- You took your sister's hospital money
and you gambled that away.
You're in to me plus 20 now
for a half a million dollars,
do you understand that?
Steven, you got 24 hours to give it to me,
24 hours to make good on it.
If not, you and your sister expire.
Are we clear?
- Yeah.
- I would expect a little
bit more respect than that.
Let's try it one more time.
Are we clear?
- Yes, sir.
- Good boy.
Get out of my vehicle.
I have business to do.
(suspenseful music)
(phone beeping)
(phone ringing)
- I'll meet with you.
- I know this goes without saying,
but I would like this done quietly.
What?
- Have you thought about
this really carefully?
- I pay you, you do the
job, no questions asked.
- You got this all wrong, mister.
I don't do random.
I kill with a purpose.
I get rid of society's worst nightmares.
- This'll be right up your alley.
You have no idea who she is.
She stole my house, she took all my money.
Look, she did child
porn, drug trafficking,
all the bad stuff.
You have no idea.
She's bad.
Don't let the face fool
ya, dude, she's bad.
- What's she look like?
- Good, here we go.
Here.
In here, address, all
the information you need.
Here, here.
- Interesting.
- Here you go.
Here.
Ta-da.
- What is this?
- It's vitamins.
I don't want her to catch a cold.
Poison, genius, what do you think it is?
- You suck at being sarcastic.
- Look, you use anything else
and it could point back
to me as a suspect.
I wanna keep this as quiet as possible.
- I heard that part.
- Yeah, I wanna it kept quiet, I know.
- I want double and I
want everything right now.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
We agreed, we agreed half
now, half when it's done.
That was the agreement.
- Only if I do it my way.
- God damn it!
Fine, fine.
She gets coffee everyday, 7:00pm-ish.
Might be a good time to do whatever it is
you're gonna do.
- Is there anything else I need to know?
- Not that I can think of.
The combination is 69-69.
It's her favorite number, of course.
Good?
- We're good, yeah.
- Here you go.
- Thank you, I'll keep in touch.
(insects chirping)
(soft piano music)
- Mm, that's good.
(suspenseful music)
(TV static crackling)
(doorbell ringing)
Cookies.
- Sorry, I'm having a television issue.
- Oh, that's a shame.
Well, I see you haven't
been eatin' your cookies.
- Ms. Nancy, you know I love your cookies.
Um, you can stay for a
little while if you'd like.
I'm just on the phone.
- No, I've got a cake in the oven.
My grandson, Cody,
is going to be two years old this weekend.
- Ooh!
- Can you believe that?
- That's so cute.
They grow up so quick.
- They do, you have no idea.
(Clara sighs)
What's wrong?
- They've hung up on me, like, four times.
Yeah.
- Ooh, well, I'll leave you to that, okay?
- Thank you.
Have a good night, Nancy.
- Okay, bye-bye.
- Bye.
(phone ringing)
- This call may be monitored
for training purposes.
My name is Aarush.
Who do I have the pleasure
of speaking with today?
- [Clara] Sir, I can't
get any signal on my TV.
- [Aarush] Could you please
verify your telephone
and address please?
- 2680 Vision Street,
Atlanta, Georgia, 30069.
678-005-0001.
- Thank you, Clara.
How may I assist you today?
- Dude, I literally just
said my TV's outta whack.
- Ooh, I am sorry about that.
Give me one second.
Let me check for you.
- Since when did they start
routing calls to India?
- Give me one second, madame.
- Okay, well can you hurry it up?
I'm missing my TV show.
- Madame?
Clara, are you there?
Clara?
Madame?
- Where else would I be?
Did you hear me hang up?
Can we just get someone
out here to fix this?
- Give me one second, madame.
Let me troubleshoot from my end first
an then we will see what we can do, okay?
- Okay, well get on it already.
Don't tell me about it, just do it.
(Clara groans)
- Okay, it looks like I can
send out a technician tomorrow
at 10:00am or 2:00pm.
Does that work for you?
- I work for a living, dude.
- Okay, so should I put you down
for 8:00am Saturday morning?
- Whatever.
I have to go.
- Okay, great, Clara.
I will put you down 8:00am
sharp Saturday morning.
Somebody will knock on the door, okay?
Thank you very much.
You have a great day.
(suspenseful music)
(static crackling)
(doorbell ringing)
- Hi.
- Hi, um, cable problems?
- The guy on the phone
said you weren't coming
till later in the week.
- I'm here to fix it.
- Come on in.
- Ooh. (Steven mumbles)
Give me a second here, I'll
just get this on for you.
Smells good in here.
Is that Nigerian or Columbian?
- You know your beans, huh?
- Yeah, I sure do.
- (laughs) The living room's this way.
Thank you so much for
caring about my carpet.
No one ever does that.
You think it'd be common courtesy.
Cleaning carpet ain't cheap.
(soft, eerie music)
(TV static crackling)
- Ma'am, I need to check
your cable box outside.
- Okay, no worries.
♪ Meet me in the garden of ♪
(TV chattering indistinctly)
Coffee?
- [Steven] Uh, sure.
Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- This is actually really good.
- Columbian.
I know my coffee too.
- Oh, nice.
Did you serve time?
- 'Scuse me?
- I mean military.
- Oh, seven brutal years in the Corps.
And then I was the frontline
nurse for two tours.
Great times, though.
I wouldn't trade it for the world.
- I'm sure your folks
must be really proud.
- Um, my dad was.
He died a couple years ago.
- I'm so sorry to hear that.
- It's okay.
- Ma'am, um, you wanna
go check your channels?
Just check on 'em, make
sure that they all work.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
(upbeat music)
- [Actress] That's something
else we do very well.
(TV clicking)
- [Show Host] Come on down!
(applauding)
(TV chattering indistinctly)
- Check all your channels.
- Okay.
- Make sure they all work.
- I missed my show.
- I'm sure they have reruns.
Hey, here you go, here's your cup.
- Thank you.
- Is it okay if I finish
my coffee before I leave?
- Yeah, that's fine, take your time.
Have you ever seen this?
- Seen what?
- This show.
- No.
- You've never seen it?
Oh my God, did you see...
- Oh, snap!
- I'm so sorry.
- All right, let me get
you another cup of coffee,
get you a rag and clean the floor, okay?
- No, it's fine, I should
be going to bed anyway.
What'd you say your name was again?
- Sam Jones, call me Sam.
- [Clara] Okay, great,
my name is Clara, okay?
It was so nice to meet you.
And if they call, I will give them
a great review on you, okay?
- Sure.
- All right. (laughs)
Um, a drink sometime would be good.
- 'Scuse me?
- I don't mean to pressure you, Clara,
but I think you're an incredible person.
- Okay well, um, you're really direct.
- I mean, just a drink,
makin' new friends,
just a friendly gesture.
- Look, I just got out
of a seven-year marriage
with a psychopath.
I'm not ready for anything like that.
- I mean, just makin' new friends.
That's the more reason
why you should come out,
hang out and make new friends, you know?
I mean, I don't bite people, I just--
- I'll think about it.
- Okay, all right, give me your number.
(soft piano music)
All right, thank you.
- No problem.
Thank you.
- Yeah, sure.
- I was always in uniforms,
so now I like to live through my outfits.
And I wear a lotta color, and
my favorite color is blue.
- Guess what my favorite color is?
- Blue?
- Yeah.
(laughing)
I got blue all over me.
- That's funny.
- Yeah, nice, nice.
Let me get you some more wine here.
- Thank you.
- Good?
- Mm-hm.
- Okay.
(Steven mumbles)
All right.
Cheers to new friends.
- To new friends for real.
So, what is your story?
You seem way too sophisticated
to be an average cable guy.
- Honestly?
Just pure curiosity.
The whole broadband thing is amazing.
The technology is amazing.
My business is an NGO.
- Um, what is that?
- It's a non-governmental organization.
We help firms determine
where goods and services
are to be distributed to
third-world countries.
Could be clothes, you
know, just basic amenities.
- Superman, ready to save the world.
- That's just who I am, you know.
24 more hours, I retire, travel the world
and enjoy the fruits of my labor.
- That sounds hot.
Excuse me, I need to
go to the ladies room.
- Sure.
- Water?
- I'm good.
(footsteps clacking)
- I'm so sorry!
My bad.
- I am so sorry.
This time it wasn't me.
- Just go sit down, sit, sit, sit.
You're like a walkin' rabbit foot, huh?
- Come again?
- Ah, nevermind.
So what happened to your marriage?
- Um...
- Don't, you don't have to
say, don't worry about it.
You're fine.
- No, it's okay.
He cheated on me with my best friend.
I can deal with a lot, but that, I can't.
He's been trying to get
back with me ever since.
Dude's a little crazy.
(cork popping)
- Why don't you get a
restraining order on him?
- I can handle myself.
I'm a big girl.
- Okay.
(gentle string and piano music)
Oh, shit!
Oh!
Oooh. (clucking)
(Steven muttering indistinctly)
Hurry up, wake up, wake up.
Wake up, wake up, wake up.
(suspenseful music)
Clara, wake up, wake up.
So dramatic.
Get your bag, get you some
clothes, and let's go.
I don't have time to explain, okay?
Get your bag, get you some
clothes, and let's go.
Come on, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!
Hurry, hurry, let's go.
Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Oooh!
What happened to stealth?
(Steven groaning)
Hurry up, hurry, let's go.
- I'm trying.
Wha, what?
Stealth?
- I'm just thinking out loud.
(Steven groaning)
Don't, don't.
- Who is that?
What's going on, Jones?
What is it?
- Snap, I left my gun.
- What?
Your gun?
- Look, I know I have a
lot of explaining to do.
Now is not a good time.
(ominous music)
(door creaking open)
- (laughs) Americans.
(lock clicking)
- What?
- [Steven] You leave your front door open?
- Yeah, it's a safe neighborhood, okay?
Who is that?
- That's an assassin, and he's
been sent here to kill us.
- What?
- Look, no time for this.
Where's your gun?
- I don't have any clips left.
- Let me see it, let me see it.
- No.
My gun, my house, my show.
- Okay, all right, this
is what's happening.
My sist--
- Sorry for the intrusion.
I only want Clara.
Just send her down here
and I'll be out of here.
- You have to tell me what's going on.
- Okay.
(humming)
♪ America ♪
♪ America ♪
♪ America ♪
♪ America ♪
♪ America ♪
You understand my English?
- [Steven] What are, what are you doing?
- I can't find my phone.
- Don't call the cops.
- Why is that?
- Trust me.
- [Clara] Where's your phone at?
- It's dead.
- Convenient, huh?
- Come down!
Let me put two bullets in your head
and call it a day, because
at the end of the day
I will still kill you.
Make it fast and easy.
- [Clara] This is really
great, you know? (laughs)
- You know, I didn't plan for any of this.
- [Drummer] All that planning is nonsense.
I've already surveyed the area.
Your back doors are locked.
I put traps behind your back windows,
near the roof and on the ground.
- Crap.
- [Drummer] It's an explosion.
- Oh, whatever.
- Please, make my life easy
and go through any one of the window.
(Steven grunts)
Just do it now.
- [Clara] I just painted it.
It's stuck.
- Really?
- Yep.
- Great.
(suspenseful music)
- No snacks?
(bottle clatters)
My client wants your face
and body to still be fine,
or else I would burn
this dump to the ground.
Idiots.
(dramatic music)
(Drummer laughing)
(breathing heavily)
(laughing)
Woo!
(Clara coughing)
You not gonna save her.
I hear her coughing.
- I'm out. (coughing)
Here.
- Come and grab the cash, Superman.
Come grab the cash, Superman!
(dramatic music)
(gun firing)
(bullet ricocheting)
(gun firing)
- Yes!
(gas can hissing)
(gun firing)
(Steven shrieking)
(somber piano music)
(toilet flushing)
Sport smokes, really?
Sport smoke?
I was expecting something
more tactical, like tear gas.
Is that all you got?
- I only want Clara.
My client says you can keep the money.
He won't come after you.
(Drummer laughing)
- Let me explain.
- Client?
- Charles sent me to clip you.
- [Drummer] How do you like me now, huh?
- Charles?
- But I didn't.
- Yeah, right.
You're playing me.
- I'm not playing you.
(Drummer breathing heavily)
- [Clara] Here.
(Drummer groaning)
(Clara mutters indistinctly)
- Ahhh!
Hurry up.
(Steven groans)
Hand me that T-shirt.
The scissors please.
- Here.
- Lighter.
Lighter!
(whimpering)
(screaming)
(Steven groaning)
- I'm gonna wrap it now, okay?
Ready?
I'm gonna watch the door.
- No, no, stay.
(suspenseful music)
(Drummer muttering indistinctly)
(groaning)
- You saved my life.
Why?
- You needed saving.
Any other doors?
- No.
- (sighs) Perfect.
- Charles sent you to
kill me, and you didn't.
- Isn't it obvious?
(ominous music)
- I told him you must have
lost your touch or somethin'.
Me, I told him I don't like poison.
I like to shoot.
I'm a professional killer.
In Africa, we used to use poison.
I don't try it from now on.
It's too easy.
I'm a natural shooter!
(laughing)
Woo!
I promised I would not
shoot her in the face.
In the face!
- What are you looking for?
- My other gun.
I left it in the garage.
- [Drummer] This gun?
Why didn't you use the poison?
- [Clara] Hm?
- You have every right to be mad at me.
I genuinely tried to know you,
but let's not forget this
is about you and Charles.
- You two are both crazy, you know that.
- Let's try to get out of here alive.
- I have an idea.
- What?
- I'll confront him.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- That's a good idea.
Eh?
Come down, please.
I will put away my pistol.
- He will shoot you on sight.
- I have my way with men.
- I can see that.
- What is that supposed to mean?
- You could have been
enjoying life and money.
Instead, you got caught up in a
(speaks in foreign language).
- [Both] Shut up!
(Drummer laughs)
- Lightning doesn't strike
the same way twice, does it?
I got it.
Is this some sort of joke or game to you?
- Look, we need to focus
and get outta here alive.
You can shoot me afterwards if you like.
- I'll keep that in mind.
- Just shoot him already!
Steven, the more you delay,
the more it becomes worse for you.
He tried to kill you
twice, for that matter.
You don't think he won't do it again?
Think about this. (speaks
in foreign language)
Once a killer, always a killer.
- Don't listen to him.
He's trained for that kinda mission.
- He had all the facts!
- Look, I know this may sound crazy.
My younger sister is in the hospital.
She's sick with cancer.
- Whatever.
Is that one of your lies?
- I needed the money
to pay for her surgery.
- You can look at the sky. (laughing)
She has caught you in your lies.
Oh yeah, let the fireworks begin.
Let the fireworks begin!
Come down.
Come down.
Come down.
Come down!
- You kill people for money
to save your sister's life?
That makes no sense,
whatever your name is.
- My real name's Steven.
- I don't care what your name is
or anything about your sister, okay?
I need to get out of
here one way or another.
(gun firing)
Give me the gun.
- Promise you won't shoot me with it.
- I will kill you with my bare hands
if you don't give me that gun right now.
- Can you be any nicer about it?
- Give me the gun, please.
- Let's plan this.
- Who's the marine?
- Jarheads are good at
taking orders, yeah?
So why don't you be a good boy
and put the bullet in
your brains, prostitute.
I will tell him you killed
yourself like a real soldier.
That way he wouldn't blame me
for making your corpse look ugly.
- He just called me a whore.
He literally called me a whore!
- He's messing with your head.
We need to get out of here.
- You're an uneducated
tramp, you know that, right?
- He just wants to get, wait.
He wants to get you all rattled up
and take advantage, that's what he wants.
- Well, then let's give him a medal then!
- Mister?
Let's make a deal now.
Put the bullet in her brains
and I'll share half of my money with you.
- Leave this premise right now
and I'll forget this ever happened.
- You are going to regret this all!
You are going to regret this all!
- Give me that gun so
I can kill this idiot.
We have one bullet left.
Now what?
(soft, tense music)
- Listen.
We're gonna give you up first.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Shh, shh, shh!
This is the plan, okay?
You're gonna take that scissors,
tuck it behind your back.
I'm gonna walk close with you.
We're gonna go down the stairs slowly.
Once we get close to
him, I'll distract him
and you stab him.
- That's way too dangerous.
- We have to try.
- You killed people for a living
before your sister was sick, right?
- So you do care.
- Answer the question.
- Yes, I killed bad people.
- That is so messed up.
I don't know who's more crazy, you or him.
- If you love somebody,
you'll kill the whole world
to save their life.
- Perception, perception.
So messed up.
- When I was a boy,
I always wanted to be Scaramanga.
All the other kids wanted to
be James Bond, or the hero.
I fit this job perfectly.
You always go for what others can't do.
- He dies at the end.
- We all die in the end.
I'm always the last man standing.
- Yeah?
Let me be the judge of that.
I am not that easy to get rid of.
- Yet you are in bed with your killer.
- I swear to God I will
blow your brains out!
- Don't be blamin' you.
I been a job.
Nonsense, that's all
you keep thinking about,
blowing somebody in the heat of battle.
God.
You need salvation sharply.
I shall work a month for you.
About to get turnt up in here.
(furnace humming)
(soft, tense music)
- Seriously, dude, let me fix this.
♪ No more water ♪
- [Clara] Oh, great.
♪ No more water ♪
♪ No more water ♪
♪ No more water ♪
- Where did they dig you from?
♪ No more water ♪
♪ No more water ♪
♪ No more water ♪
♪ No more water ♪
- I'm thirsty.
- Me too.
- He turned up the heat.
- Clever.
- Moron.
Shut off the vent.
- Please.
- Please.
- It's broken.
- Let me check.
(Steven groans)
I'm gonna get some water.
He shut off the water as well.
- Are you serious?
- Yes, he did.
- What is wrong with you?
(Drummer laughing)
- I need some pain killers.
- Okay, well, they're in
the pantry in the kitchen.
- Of course it is.
(Drummer groaning)
Did you hear that?
- Yeah.
(suspenseful music)
- You're injured as well.
You're gonna need medical attention.
- Pain is good for the soul.
It purifies the being.
(gun firing)
I'm getting bored down here.
I'm getting bored down here.
- What are you doing?
- I'd rather die than be in here anymore!
I can't stand this heat!
- I wouldn't do that if I were you.
- I just wish I could
jump out of this window.
- It's okay, it's gonna be all right.
We'll figure this out, okay?
We'll get through this, we'll
get through this, all right?
- On a given day, Clara, you're a two,
maybe a three at the very most.
- You know you can't have me,
you illiterate piece of scum!
(gun firing)
You and your mother are dead!
- Don't aggravate him, okay?
- You're acting like a teammate, dude.
- Dude?
- Yeah.
You're just a killer
who got whipped by this.
You know I'm a 10.
- Are you taking that guy seriously?
Really?
- You know I give you an extra one, right?
You're not that cute.
(speaking in foreign language)
(gun firing)
(laughing)
- What were you thinking?
That was our last bullet.
- Yeah?
Well, I guess your hail
Mary idea is our only hope.
- The thing about black people,
when they see white chicks their head goes
(speaks in foreign language).
I don't understand why blacks
can't stick with blacks
and whites can't stick
with their own kind.
My white clients always pay
me more for my services.
Black people are very cheap.
So when I kill them, I
piss on their corpse.
I never piss on a white person's body.
But for you, Clara, I
will make an exception.
But for you, I will make an exception.
- [Steven] You ready?
- No, I need some time.
(soft, tense music)
- So it's about the money, right?
Look, just leave.
I will transfer the
money into your account,
any account of your choice.
- Serious fool.
You think I be idiot.
(speaking in foreign language)
- What is he saying?
- I have no idea what he's talking about.
- What do you mean, you don't know?
Aren't you African or something?
- So?
- Will half a million
things do somethin' for you?
- I must live to my code.
I have to kill that
woman or I won't sleep.
I won't have peace.
- [Stevne] Look, I'll transfer
the money into your account.
No one has to know, I promise.
You have my word.
- Your word?
Your word is not good enough here.
You think I'm a fool?
I trust nobody.
There is no amount of
money that can buy peace.
Don't you read your Bible?
Infidels.
- Do you hear yourself?
- Woman, shut up!
When men are talking, you should be quiet.
Shhh.
Proverbs chapter 28 verse 21 says
partiality is not good,
yet a person will do wrong
for a piece of bread.
- Shut up!
- Woo!
I love feisty.
- I'm ready.
Let's do this.
- You're sure?
- Yeah.
- Let's hope he bites.
All right.
(doorbell ringing)
Who's that?
(gun clicking)
- [Nancy] Uh, is everything okay?
- Why wouldn't it be?
- I thought I heard gun shots.
- And you are?
- Where's Clara?
- And you are?
- I'm, I'm the neighbor.
- Ooh, come on in.
- He has us trapped!
Run!
(dramatic music)
- No!
Don't!
Clara!!
No!
No!
(thwacking)
(soft, tense music)
(phone beeping)
(phone ringing)
- Yeah, it's me.
Kill him.
- Got it, boss.
I'm on it.
(Clara sniffles)
- What a safe neighborhood.
No one is really calling the cops, huh?
(Nancy moaning)
(Nancy shrieks)
- See what you make me do?
Her blood is on your hands.
- You bloodthirsty bastard!
(smacking)
(Nancy sobbing)
♪ She is still alive ♪
♪ You can save her ♪
♪ Just do the right thing ♪
♪ And turn yourselves to me ♪
♪ I promise I will make your
death as painless as possible ♪
♪ Just do the right thing ♪
♪ And turn yourself to me ♪
You read your Bible and
go to church, right?
You will go to heaven.
It is a better place than here.
(Nancy sobbing)
I forgot, Stev.
You've been fornicating with this sinner.
God hates people like you.
You should ask for forgiveness sharply.
Save this woman's life
and God will forgive you
when you die.
- Where do you think
you're going in the end?
- Stop asking foolish question
before I (mumbles) for you.
Get down here in six seconds
before this deal expires.
One.
Two.
- No, he's bluffing, he's not gonna do it.
- Three.
(Nancy sobbing)
Four.
Five.
(gun firing)
(Clara whimpering)
(ominous music)
See what you make me do?
See what you made me do?
If you had listened to me,
she wouldn't have died.
(soft, tense music)
(fast-paced drumming)
I'm tired of playing games with you guys.
I'm burning this thing to the ground.
- Let's check the windows real quick.
Nah.
Nah, nah, no, no, no, no.
Ooh, shit!
Ooh.
- These people no get petrol.
(phone vibrating)
This has been here all this while.
(speaks in foreign language)
- [Jessica] Hey girl, are
we still going jogging
this evening?
Hello?
Are we going jogging?
- Hi, Jess.
Clara's in the restroom.
She told me to tell you
she'll be waiting for you.
- [Jessica] She told me about you.
Okay, I'll see you guys soon.
Thanks.
- Bye-bye for now.
See you soon.
Have no fear.
(suspenseful music)
Since I'm a good person, I
decided not to burn the house.
- Stop doing that.
- Stop doing what?
- Biting your nails.
- Dude downstairs just killed Ms. Nancy
and you're worried about
me biting my nails?
- You guys argue like a new couple.
- Maybe you should get a woman sometime
and your perspective of life would change.
- You got jokes.
You should try being a standup comedian.
Professional killers should know
attachments are bad for business.
- I'm talkin' to a fool.
Ugh.
- What do we have here?
I see you're quite the artist, Clara.
- You, please put them back!
Your business is with you.
I mean me.
Please put the paintings back.
- Would you trade your
life for these paintings?
I'm giving you to the count of five
before I obliterate these things.
One.
Two.
You can take your pick if you want to.
I won't shoot you, I promise.
- You're a piece of crap!
What is it with you?
- I'm here to do my job.
Four.
Five!
(thwacking)
- It's going to be okay.
- Stop saying that!
It's not going to be okay.
He destroyed my life's work.
It reminded me of my dad.
Whenever I wanted to think about my dad,
I'd look at that.
And he destroyed it.
It's not going to be okay!
- I'm not leaving this house without you.
That's all he wants.
He's crazy.
He's just trying to get into your head.
We're gonna get out of this alive, okay?
- Right.
- We are gonna get out of this.
(somber piano music)
(Clara sobbing)
(Drummer laughing)
- That's so cute, so cute.
(speaking in foreign language)
That painting is one to cry for.
You never see anything.
Come down.
Let me put you out of your misery.
Huh?
(doorbell ringing)
- Who's that?
(suspenseful music)
- Hi. (laughs)
We've been expecting you.
- That's Mary.
That's my best friend.
I don't know what she's doing here.
- Please don't hurt me!
P-please, please don't hurt me.
(Mary whimpering)
Please don't hurt me, okay?
- I took the liberty of
inviting her here myself.
I told her you wanted to see her urgently.
Her curiosity actually put
her in this predicament.
How do you like my grammar, sweetheart?
Oh no, she...
I get that she's calling me illiterate.
Oh, me!
(speaking in foreign language)
Definition, get out of here.
Busy body, you not getting the joke?
You just foolishly come.
- I didn't do anything wrong!
- What's your problem?
You let her go now!
- She's a witness.
No, can't do.
- What's your problem?
What's your problem?
- [Mary] (sobbing) Can
you please let me go?
Just let me go, please!
Please.
Please.
Please.
Clara!
- Let go of her, you sick psychopath!
- I won't rush this one.
I will be patient and give
you time to think about it.
If not, her brains will
decorate this carpet.
You are an artist.
I am Picasso.
(ominous music)
(Mary whimpering)
(gun firing)
(Mary screaming)
(gun firing)
(Mary screaming)
I am warning you!
You can still save her.
Why would you be doing
this to your friend?
Is your life worth more than hers?
- I'm gonna kill you with my bare hands!
- Now we are talking.
Now we are talking!
(gun firing)
(Mary sobbing)
- Please let her go!
Please stop torturing her!
Please let her go!
(speaks in foreign language)
- You're very selfish.
Which kind of person you be?
Huh?
Okay.
(Mary whimpering)
Is that how you beg?
Let me see you beg again.
I'm getting tired here.
Hm?
(Clara sobbing)
I haven't seen this girl before.
If you were a kindhearted person,
you'd have given your life
up like Jesus did for us.
You are real mugger.
(Drummer laughing)
(Mary wailing)
(gun firing)
- I'm gonna kill you!
(Clara screaming)
(sobbing)
(somber string music)
- Look at me, Clara.
Look at me.
We are gonna get through this, okay?
You're a marine and
you've seen worse, okay?
- That is my best friend he just killed.
- You said I should let her go.
I followed your instructions.
All you had to do was
walk down the stairs.
You wouldn't be going
through such heartache.
Death is a better choice.
(fast-paced drumming)
- It's gonna be okay.
(knocking)
(Drummer laughing)
- Hey, is Clara ready?
- Hi, we've been expecting you.
(laughing)
Go there.
- Let her go!
- Who's there?
- That's my sister.
- [Steven] What is she doing here?
- We were supposed to go jogging, okay?
- Please.
Please don't do this, please!
I don't know what you want.
- I told you to say something.
- Please don't kill me.
- Okay.
Look what we have here.
Isn't this a surprise?
Hm?
Just, just look at what
God has brought to me.
All my wishes are coming true.
Yes, this is why you keep your
phone on you at all times.
Mother-snitches!
- Let her go!
She hasn't done anything.
- All you have to do is come downstairs.
I will let her go, I promise.
- Clara, don't do it!
- Shut up.
- [Clara] I'm ready.
- Give me a second, okay?
Just give me a second.
- [Drummer] I'm waiting!
- Here's the plan.
I'm gonna bring her downstairs
in exchange for her sister.
You can keep half the money.
- Sounds like a good plan.
(speaks in foreign language)
I won't shoot, I promise.
- I need to get really close to him.
- That's the plan.
- What if he shoots us on sight?
- Mmm, nah.
Not after giving him this much hell.
He wouldn't.
- Let's hope you're right this time.
Let's do this.
- All right.
- I'm waiting!
Stop wasting my time.
(thwacking)
(Clara gasps)
(Jessica thudding)
(ominous music)
Tougher than you look,
I will give this to you.
But every good thing
eventually comes to an end.
Any last requests?
Stop right there.
- You promise to let her go.
- I promise to let her go.
I promise to let her go.
See?
I'm out.
Are you hiding a pistol?
- No, I'm not hiding a pistol.
- Raise your shirt and turn around.
Ahh.
You ran out of bullets.
I almost felt insulted.
(Clara screams)
(grunting)
(dramatic music)
(thwacking)
(Clara thudding)
(Drummer groans)
I think I am tired of shooting.
Kitchen knives will
suffice, mother-snitches.
- Look, I have three million dollars
in my safety deposit box.
- How will a man who has
three million dollars
start somewhere else?
Not pay for his sister's medical bills.
I told you, I only want Clara.
You carry yourself joint trouble.
Go.
Unless you're a cold bastard
who doesn't care about his family,
which I highly doubt it.
You love your sister.
Maybe I can pay her a visit
when I'm through with you guys.
- I'm gonna kill you!
You stay away from my family!
(Drummer laughing)
(soft, tense music)
- I'm a blessed man.
I came for one and I got five.
So, which one of you will go first?
(Steven groans)
- Just, dude...
- Hm?
Where did you say the money was?
Where is the key?
What is the address?
What--
- Look, I'd have to take you there myself.
I don't have the keys with me.
- You will tell me where the money is
or I will kill her.
- I mean, just let her go.
I mean, come on, what else you want?
- [Drummer] Okay.
You will tell me where
it is or I will kill her.
(thwacking)
(grunting)
- Are you okay?
- I'm okay.
(somber string and piano music)
- Are you okay?
(Jessica sobbing)
- Come on, guys.
You guys okay?
Go upstairs right now.
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(thwacking)
(grunting)
(Steven screaming)
(dramatic music)
(glass shattering)
- Come on.
(phone vibrating)
- Nah, I just told you
to be patient, right?
Yeah, done deal.
Right.
Well, I mean, it just depends.
It's gonna take a couple minutes, but...
- Oh, babe, I'm gonna go grab dinner.
- Yeah.
I don't know, 15?
Right, I'll see you in a few.
(insects chirping)
(suspenseful music)
(neck snapping)
Yeah.
No, no, no, we're on
our way right now, man.
Yeah.
Nah, like 15 minutes tops.
Right.
Nah, man.
Yeah, it's gonna be all right.
We gonna make it rain
tonight in magic city, baby,
you know that.
Yeah, right.
Right.
Yeah, it's nice.
(gun firing)
Hope you know what you're doin', Steven.
(gun firing)
(somber string music)
(engine igniting)
- Close the door.
- Okay.
Closing.
I will give you whatev...
(gun firing)
(thudding)
(dramatic music)
(laughing)
(tense, energetic music)
(somber string music)