Bloodhound (2020) - full transcript

It all started as a joke.

At least to everyone else.

A private investigator?

This generation uses
Facebook and Linkedln.

But I was serious.

I trained.

I studied.

This is my passion.

My career.

I wanted this.

Then Jennifer Wong called.



Before her, there were
stupid little cases.

But she was different.

She was desperate.

My gut told me this was real.

Her voice trembled.

She was distraught.

I followed her husband
to a motel in the valley,

a known hooker motel.

I assumed it was what
it appeared to be:

just another John looking
to get off after hours.

But it was different.

At the time, I was excited.

I was catching this all on
camera as it was unfolding.

Cut and dry case.



"Mrs. Wong, I'm afraid
I have some bad news."

"Your husband's having
an affair with a man."

Oh, it's good to see ya.

Took you long enough to call me.

Oh you're ready this time, huh?

What, are you sure?

Are you sure you're
ready this time?

Ready for a rough time?

But that's not what happened.

She showed up.

She was following me, and
I thought maybe I should

stop her, but, I decided
to stay out of it.

This was her truth to uncover.

Why would I stop it?

But I should have.

Oh, he looks ready this time.

Let's get it goin',
let's get it on, buddy.

I just remember the sadness

in Jennifer's trembling
voice, and her husband's

pleading moments.

Jenny, excuse me.

Then.

- What are you doin'?
- Stay away from me.

John.

John.

- John?
- Tim, I'll explain later.

Okay, just.

You don't have to
explain later, just...

Yeah.

Stay away from me.

You ever get
that feeling in your stomach

that something bad
is gonna happen?

Everything's just
rotten suddenly.

Stop it, John!

Please, Jenny, I love you.

This, it's...

Take it easy.

It's okay, take it easy.

John...

Don't do that.

Then.

No, no, don't do that.

Oh god.

My first big case, my name is

all over the news.

All over the internet.

"Local private
investigator captures"

"suicide on camera."

My phone hasn't
stopped ringin' since.

Why am I calling you?

Dennis Stork.

He was lookin' for
trouble, and he found it.

And then he dragged me into it.

Hey.

Uh, you know what?

I'm way behind here.

I got to stick around,
at least a couple hours.

The lobby's piled up.

Uh, it's a long story.

I'll tell you later, but, uh,

I'll see you in a few hours.

At least three or four hours.

All right babe?

All right.

All right, love
ya, see you then.

All right, bye.

Hey.

How's it goin'?

What's up?

You wanna go for a ride?

I'm not a cop, I promise.

I have to tell you that, right?

I'm not really up on the lingo.

Fuck off.

Come on.

- Come on, get in.
- Fuck off.

I just wanna hang out.

Ugh, great.

Turned down by a hooker.

Add that to your list of
accomplishments, Dennis.

Oh boy.

Hey.

Hey.

You wanna go for a drive?

What you got there, sweetheart?

What do you think?

Ooh.

It looks nice.

Nice and big.

How much?

150.

150 sounds great.

You wanna come and pay
my daddy for me first?

Uh, okay.

It's okay.

Come with me.

Come on.

Look at you, sexy little thing.

You got 150 for me?

Yeah, I got it all for you.

You just got to pay
my daddy over there.

What, what?

Where's your fuckin' wallet?

- What?
- Get the fuckin' wallet.

Oh shit.

- I got it, I got it.
- What else you got in there?

What else you got in
there motherfucker?

What else you got?

Take that shit, bitch.

What else you fuckin' got?

Nothing.

Take his shit, take his shit.

Fuckin' get out of
here you motherfucker.

Shit.

Who the fuck is you?

Fuckin' shoot his ass, daddy.

Don't you
fucking call me a bitch.

Fuckin' asshole.

Who the hell are you?

My name's Abel Walker.

Your wife hired me.

Oh shit.

See, right there?

Right there.

That's where it died on me.

I'm just, I'm really lucky
I got all the footage

from the memory card, you know?

Oh yeah.

I see what you mean.

I mean, you can't really be
worried about camera equipment

when you got people
shootin' at ya, you know?

Are you getting cold feet?

I mean, I told you this job
can be dangerous sometimes.

No, no, no, no.

I've seen worse.

Okay, good.

'Cause I really think
this documentary series

could be something great.

I totally agree.

Even without a camera
guy, you got some really

intense footage right here.

Thanks.

So uh, you wanna
check out my camera gear?

Yeah.

Here's what you're gettin'.

You got your GoPros,

you got you video cameras.

A few DSLRs.

You got your lenses, and
you got your audio gear.

That's awesome, man.

Yeah.

Listen, I want you shootin'
everything, though,

including yourself.

You never know when you're
gonna get the best shot, so.

No problem.

Cool.

You definitely got us
covered with the gear, man.

I just, um, I'm gonna be
honest, I don't think I

can afford to rent
this stuff, so...

No, no, no, all of this is
included in the package price.

Really?

But, here's the thing.

I shoot a lot of
reality TV shows

and on set stuff, so, I
don't really do what you do.

I don't stake out things
or follow people, so,

you're gonna have to show
me the ropes a little bit

and teach me how to do that.

Yeah, no, for sure, man.

No, it's a lot of sittin'
and waiting, observing,

watching, a lot of patience.

- Yeah.
- I can do that.

Awesome.

You got yourself a deal.

Cool.

So, uh, when's our first case?

Well, that's a tricky question.

What do you say tonight we
go out and try a dry run?

Okay.

Yes.

Want me to shoot B-roll?

B-roll?

You know, to
make things cinematic.

Buildings, street lights,
people, stuff like that.

Oh no, yeah, no, I know B-roll.

Yeah, knock yourself out.

I like the way you think.

You're always shootin'.

Abel Walker Investigations.

How can I help you?

Yeah.

Uh, tonight?

Yeah, I can meet tonight.

I know exactly where that's at.

Yes, 25 minutes?

Great, we'll see you then.

Who was that?

Looks like we didn't
have to wait long

until our next case.

We're meeting one Bill
Augustine for a possible 1057.

Awesome.

What's a 1057?

Missing persons.

Well I'm meetin' him.

You're gonna shoot from afar.

You got to tell me where you get

your hair cut.

Do you just ask for the high
school gym teacher cut or what?

What's up with that skinny tie?

You in like an 80s band?

Oh, here he is.

Mr. Augustine?

- Yes.
- Hi.

Abel Walker.

Hi, have a seat.

Before we get started
Mr. Augustine...

It's Bill.

Just call me Bill.

Sure, Bill.

Yes.

Before we get started, Bill,

uh, I have to let you
know that I videotape

all client and
subject interaction.

I just need your verbal
consent to continue filming,

and of course, you'll be
able to use any of this

for any legal purposes
in the future.

Do you understand all that?

Yeah, that'll be fine.

I just, uh, I just really
need to know you can help me.

I, I need to find Maria.

Now, Maria, she's
your wife, correct?

Yeah, I mean, no, my ex-wife.

Um.

We broke up about
four months ago.

Uh huh.

Oh.

If you don't mind me askin', um,

how do you know Maria's
actually gone missing?

I mean, is there any
chance she could just be

avoiding your phone calls, or?

Uh, well, we didn't have
the best relationship.

Uh huh.

I mean, like, we fought a lot.

Lots of broken plates
and screaming matches.

It was even worse with the
divorce and the break up.

Oh, I'm sorry.

She hated me.

Like, to the core, you know?

After she left, I started
getting these phone calls

late at night.

Two, three am.

At first they were just
hang ups, but then,

like, this heavy
breathing sound.

And, I don't know,
one night she calls,

and she's with somebody.

I could hear.

It sounded like she was
like, fuckin' some guy.

She had me on speaker and
she was fuckin' some guy.

She knew this
would infuriate me.

So I'm not hiring you
'cause I want her back.

I don't care what she
does, or who she does.

I'm just afraid she's
gone too far with this

revenge thing and has
gotten into something bad.

I hate her, okay?

But I don't want her dead.

You still haven't
answered my question.

Uh, she hasn't cashed an alimony
check in over two months,

so, I don't care how
bad she hates me.

If I send a check,
she cashes it.

- Sure.
- That's how I know.

That's a strong
sign of foul play.

Uh, do you have any leads?

Do you have any idea who that
guy on the phone could be?

Yeah, this is him.

And this all the
information I have on her,

her last address.

Um.

Her phone number.

All my contact
information is in there,

along with your first payment.

Okay, good, good, good.

The more information
we have on her,

the easier it'll be for
us to find her, obviously.

Good.

Yeah.

You know, I don't wanna make
this about the money, but, um,

I'm not a rich man, so the
faster you can do this,

the better.

I'm using the alimony
money to pay you,

but when it dries
up, we're done.

Understood.

No, I understand.

We're gonna do our best.

Now, since time
is of the essence,

I assume you've already
been past her apartment?

Yeah.

Several times.

So, okay.

Well we're gonna start
with the boyfriend first.

And if he's hiding something,
I'm gonna get it out of him.

Oh, but, please use discretion.

I mean, I do not wanna get
into a legal problem with this.

No worries.

No, I know how to handle
these types of characters.

You're in good hands, Bill.

We're gonna find Maria.

That's what I do.

Okay.

- Thank you.
- Yes.

Thank you.

That's pretty serious stuff.

Can't show your emotions
when you're dealing

with these clients.

They'll get nervous.

Lose faith in your abilities.

I'll pick you up tomorrow.

We're gonna head over to...

Lee Brady's apartment.

So how long until he shows u...

Shh.

What, do you see him?

No.

I just know what
you're gonna ask.

We quite literally
just pulled up,

and I don't wanna hear it.

- Thanks, man.
- Mhm.

That's our guy.

Where's he goin'?

The Metro's at the
end of the street.

Looks like we're hoofin' it.

Let's go.

Did he see us?

Come here, come here, come here.

Let's go, let's go.

Yo Abel, hold up.

Come on.

We're not gettin'
on the Metro, are we?

Yeah, let's go.

Come on.

But.

Okay.

What now?

Are we gonna get on
the train with him?

What part of follow
the suspect escapes you?

Come on.

We'll get into the
car next to his.

Is he still there?

Yes, he's still
on the train, Abel.

So what do you think so far?

About what?

The case.

Pretty exciting right?

I guess.

What do you mean you guess?

It's got to beat shooting for
those nature shows, right?

Yeah, this case is
really, really interesting.

Yeah.

Yep.

Just two guys following
another guy on a train.

Heart pounding excitement.

: Now arriving.

Come on, let's go.

He's gone.

How the hell did
he disappear like that?

Did you see anything?

What the fuck are you doing?

Calm down.

Mr. Brady, calm down.

How do you know my name?

Lee, calm down.

My name's Abel Walker, I'm
a private investigator.

And you're following me?

You son of a bitch.

Hey, you better
turn that shit off.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Calm down.

Why are you recording me?

I record all my cases in
case of a legal ramification

that would occur such as this,

if you keep acting aggressive.

I don't want that,
do you want that?

I don't help cops.

That's good, I don't either.

I'm not a cop.

I'm a private
investigator, okay?

Cops hate me.

What do you want?

We're looking for a
woman by the name of

Maria Augustine.

Augustine?

You mean Maria Hendrix?

You know her, right?

I did.

Not anymore?

No.

What the fuck is this about?

She's gone missing.

Did you check with
her asshole ex-husband?

Maria's ex-husband,
Bill, is the one who hired

us to locate her.

Ha.

I'm surprised that scumbag
even noticed she was gone.

Listen, we all know
that they were in a

tumultuous relationship, okay?

He's just worried that
she's just hanging out

and associating with the
wrong kind of people.

You mean me.

I'm not judging your
character Mr. Brady, okay?

I'm just trying to do my job.

Well I haven't
seen her, all right?

Well when was the last
time you did see her?

Days?

Weeks?

A month.

You know, I think I'm done
answering your questions.

Uh, Mr. Brady.

If you don't mind, please.

Do you know where
she could have gone?

I don't give a shit
where she is, man.

Not even if she's dead?

Listen, okay?

I'm sure you're worried
about her, right?

We just need some information.

Any information would help, Lee.

Sandra.

Sandra?

I picked her up from
this chick's house

a few times in the valley.

Sandra

something.

Do you have her address?

Do you remember where
in the valley exactly?

Got it.

Mr. Brady, thank you so
much for the information

and we're sorry if we
inconvenienced you in...

Fuck off.

You uh, really had
the upper hand there, huh?

That was intense.

Hello?

Hi, Bill?

Yeah.

Hey, it's Abel Walker.

We ran into Lee
Brady this morning.

Yeah, how did that go?

Well, let's say he's
not gonna win any awards

for his personality.

I can see why Maria left him.

So they broke up?

Yeah, about a month ago.

He didn't give us much to go on,

but he says he hasn't
seen her since.

Hey Bill, have you ever
heard Maria mention

a woman by the name of Sandra?

Sandra from the valley?

Hm, no, I don't think so.

Why?

What do you got?

Okay well, Lee
says that he thinks

she might be staying with her.

I doubt that.

What's that?

Nothing.

Just, Maria hates the valley.

I doubt she would
stay over there.

All right well we'll
check it out anyway.

You never know what
someone's thinkin'

when they're under distress.

All right, well, good luck.

All right, I'll check
in with you tomorrow.

We'll let you know
what we come up with.

Yeah.

We're attempting to
make contact with Sandra,

a possible friend of
Maria Augustine's.

Check this out.

The door's open.

Put these on.

What for?

We're goin' in.

Hello, Sandra?

Maria?

My name's Abel Walker, I'm
a private investigator.

I'm comin' in.

Whoa, what are you doin'?

I was turnin' this off.

It's dangerous.

We're not here right now, Jim.

Leave it.

Sorry.

Come on.

It's just dangerous
and it's a fire hazard.

Shut up, Jim.

Hello?

This could be Maria's.

Didn't you say
don't touch anything?

That was for you, Jim.

I know what I'm doin'.

There's nothing in here
that says it's Maria's.

I mean, this could be
anybody's suitcase.

Why don't you
text a picture to Bill?

Maybe he'll know if it's hers.

That's a good idea.

Okay, come on.

Oh shit.

What, was it?

Oh what the fuck?

Hey man, we got to call the cops.

We got to look
for signs of Maria.

Oh.

What the hell is this?

What am I lookin' at?

A woman, possibly Sandra.

Abel, this is
some sick shit, man.

Are you sure we're
not pushin' it here?

There's no rules when it
comes to this kind of thing.

We've just got to stay focused.

Oh shit.

What?

Holy fuck, who's that for?

Us.

What are you talkin' about?

We're not even
supposed to be here.

Turn the camera off.

Why?

'Cause I need to do something
we can't have evidence of.

I don't think that
was a smart move man.

That was a crime scene.

The only way we're
gonna find out what's

at 12th and Wilshire
is if we go alone.

If the cops see that message,
they'd be all over it.

Yeah, that should
be all over it.

This is bigger than us now.

We're talkin' murder here.

Don't you get it?

This little 1057 just
turned into a 207.

What's a 207?

A kidnapping.

Come on Jim.

This is a major
investigation now.

When we solve this,
our names are gonna

be everywhere.

We're talkin' full
time gigs man.

News interviews.

- Our own TV show.
- I don't know, man.

It just doesn't seem right.

Hey.

It's Jim.

I'm waitin' for Abel
to come pick me up.

We're going to 12th
and Wilshire like

the blood message said.

I'm not gonna lie.

I'm pretty fuckin' scared.

I think the cops should be
doin' this instead of us, but.

I didn't sign up to be
part of some killer's game.

I'm just a camera guy.

I like being a camera guy.

I'd like to keep being a
camera guy and I sure as hell

don't wanna be a
dead camera guy.

If we do find that girl, though,

that's fuckin' huge.

Well.

There's Abel.

So I was thinking about the
profile on this kidnapper.

He's sendin' a message, right?

I mean those pictures were sick.

Which means he probably
has a hatred towards women,

most likely his mother.

Probably sexualized her, too.

You mean he
had sex with his mom?

No.

No, I mean he viewed
her as a sexual object

but couldn't act
on it, you know?

Look, but don't touch.

If this started
when he was young,

he most likely
tortured small animals.

Mice, squirrels, nothing
larger than a cat.

Unless he was a real
sicko, then maybe a dog?

Wow.

But he's matured.

He's moved up.

He's powerful.

Maybe a big guy.

Like Lee Brady?

Possibly.

So he's a suspect?

Everyone's a suspect until
we find out who did it, Jim.

He's probably ashamed of
who he is, too, you know?

Which makes him
more of a threat.

He's volatile.

Lookin' to take his aggressions
out on someone weak.

You got all of that
from some bloody Polaroids

found in a bathroom?

You ever think this
guy is just a psycho

who likes to kill women?

You know, you take
great pictures Jim,

but I think you should leave
the investigation theories

up to me.

I mean, look at
these people, man.

They go about their daily lives,

not even realizing
there's a killer

right down the street.

At any moment, one of
these people could get

snatched up, stabbed,
murdered, raped, or strung up

like that poor girl, and
do you think they even give

one second of thought about it?

No, man.

They just continue along.

Like sheep to the slaughter.

Like sheep to the
fuckin' slaughter.

What are the odds
that no one shows?

Usually when you write
something in blood,

you tend to make
the appointment.

You have to learn to
control your breathing.

Keep your heart rate down.

That's when clarity sets in.

You got all the
answers, don't ya?

I wouldn't say that.

I'm just well versed.

Been in this game a long time.

How long, exactly?

I don't know.

I mean, if this is case
number 25, that means there's

24 cases before this one, right?

Well, that's how
numbers work, Jim.

Over how many years?

I don't know.

Three, maybe?

What's with the inquisition?

So I used to work
with this guy, right?

He was the host of one of
those wilderness shows.

Real cocky.

Thought he knew everything
about everything, you know?

Each morning of the shoot,
we'd have a safety meeting.

The crew would
always pay attention.

Usually we were stuck
out in some remote part

of the world where you
couldn't get to a hospital

even if you wanted to.

So you had to know
what was up, you know?

And this guy would
stand behind the expert,

not paying any attention.

And at the end of the
meeting, he'd say something

really stupid like, "Follow
me if you wanna live,"

or some stupid shit like that.

You wanna know what
happened to this guy?

What?

He got a rhino horn
through his heart.

And he bled out on camera.

I shot it.

Shit like that doesn't
leave you, man.

Not even when you
close your eyes.

It's like those Polaroids.

What's your point, Jim?

My point is you can't
be an expert on everything

all the time.

Sometimes you got to listen to
what's going on around you.

Read the writing on the wall.

Literally, in this case.

We should not be messing
with these people.

What the hell?

Where did that come from?

Wait, where are you goin'?

I'm gonna go see
what's in the box.

Well you can't
just go out there.

You wanna stay here?

Fine.

Goddammit.

Hold on.

Oh shit.

This looks like blood.

Well just grab
it and let's get the

fuck out of here.

Hold on.

I want to take a picture.

This is Abel Walker
for case number 025.

We're standing on the
corner of 12th and Wilshire

where someone left us this box.

As you can see it's
leaking a red substance,

most likely blood.

I'm gonna open the box.

"Thanks for the help."

What does that mean?

Ugh.

Looks like there's something
underneath this film.

You know what?

Let's go wide on this; I
wanna address the camera.

You got me?

Abel.

Behind you.

Hey, did you put this here?

Follow him.

Come on.

Hold on.

I just wanna ask
you a few questions.

Do you know Maria Augustine?

Should we catch up to him?

No, it's too dangerous.

Hey, hold up!

Come on.

Shit.

Abel, hold on, my strap broke.

Shit.

Fuck.

Abel.

Shit, fuck.

Fuck.

Shit.

Abel?

Abel?

Abel?

Abel?

Abel?

Psst.

Jim.

Over here.

Turn that thing
off, they'll see us.

There's three of 'em.

They're in here.

Shh.

Come on.

Let's find an exit.

We're fuckin' surrounded.

Oh shit.

Run!

Fuck me.

Oh shit.

What, what is it?

Should we go back to your
place and check out the box?

I don't want that
box in my place.

I know a place where we can go.

You okay, man?

Fuck it.

This is Abel Walker
for case number 025.

My associate Jim and I had
an encounter with the men

whom I believe have
Maria Augustine.

They were wearing masks and I
was unable to identify them.

They chased us down with
knives, and they left this.

These men are dangerous.

Um.

I believe it's time we
stop pursuing this case

and turn all evidence
over to the LAPD.

Okay, just turn the camera on.

Can you please
just lock the door?

What is going on?

You got whiskey?

Dude, they were in my place.

What?

How do you know?

The door was smashed.

They threw my shit
all over the place.

- Did you record it?
- No, I didn't record.

I got the fuck out of there.

I came over here.

This shit is real, Abel.

We got to go to the
cops right now.

All right, all right.

Just, let me go find the
number to my contact downtown.

Hey Abel?

Yeah, what is it?

Did you do all this?

Yeah, why?

So you really
know how to do this.

It's my job.

What does this mean?

It means Bill's
playing it too cool.

Remember when we called
him before we went

to Sandra's place?

Yeah, he said
he didn't know her.

He was lying.

All right, hold on a second.

So you think he did it.

No.

I mean, that doesn't make sense.

He's the one who
hired us, you know?

But, I don't think he's
telling us all the truth.

You think we
should interview him?

What are you sayin'?

Look.

I know we should go
to the cops, but,

maybe we should just
hear what he has to say.

That's not a bad idea.

You know, all my other
leads have gone cold anyway.

Yeah.

We'll give him a call
first thing in the morning.

You mind sleeping on the couch?

It's hard sleeping
when I'm at home anyway.

So, what now?

We go in.

Maybe try the rope right there.

Doesn't look like anyone's home.

Let's go.

Bill?

What is it that Bill said he did

for a living again?

He didn't say.

Holy shit, that's Sandra.

What are you doin', Bill?

Looks to me
like he's killin' women.

Oh shit, what did I just press?

What's the matter, darling?

Don't you want to play?

Hm?

Now tell them

your name.

Tell them.

Tell them your name!

Sandra.

Good girl.

Yeah.

Please, I don't, I
don't wanna do this.

Don't worry yourself.

I'll be right back.

I'm just getting ready for you.

Now don't be scared.

Give daddy

a little bitty kiss.

Don't you wanna
have a little fun?

Huh?

Aren't you a fun girl?

Don't you like to play
games like a fun girl, huh?

When you woke up this morning,

with the sleep in your eyes,

didn't you wake up and say,
"I wanna have fun today."

"I wanna play games today."

"I wanna have a
merry little time."

Didn't you say that?

Huh?

Patty cake, patty cake.

Huh?

You wanna play a little game?

I mean, it looks like fun
when you play a little game.

Don't you like to have fun?

Like, you know how to have fun.

Like, F-U-N!

Fun.

I can't, I can't watch
anymore of this, man.

Listen, we are
going to the cops.

I mean, this is murder.

I didn't sign up for this.

All right, this is way
too big for both of us.

All right, we'll go to the cops.

I think you should spend
the night at my place

tonight, though.

Well I sure as hell
aint goin' home by myself.

I'm gonna get some B-roll.

Yeah.

Whoa, Jesus Christ.

What?

Sorry man.

I thought I found
Bill for a second.

Jesus.

What are you doin' here?

I thought I told
you not to come.

I had to, Don.

Oh, well this is David
Chase, the columnist, Fran.

How do you do?

I'm Fran Bishop,
a friend of Mrs. Larson's.

Have you seen Ella this morning?

No, I just got
here when I heard you

were at the door.

We were worried
about Mrs. Larson.

Just so I
understand, where's her room?

It's back here.

How long would you
say she's been dead, Mr. Chase?

Well, uh, I'm not the coroner.

I wouldn't say too long.

A few hours, I imagine.

Well I have my alibi.

Hey you sure have.

This is Abel Walker.

I'm not gonna go into all
the events that took place

late last night in
my very own home.

Jim and I have decided to
see this thing through.

For Maria's sake.

I've attempted to
contact Bill Augustine

and he's not
answering his phone.

We're gonna have
to do this alone.

I can't believe
we didn't hear him.

It doesn't matter.

What do you mean
it doesn't matter?

Holy shit.

That's a big ass gun.

You know that story you told me

about the TV show host?

The rhino?

Mhm.

If he had had this bad
boy, he would've taken that

rhino's head clear the fuck off.

So what do you think?

It's dark.

No movement.

We go in there fast and
silent, like a SWAT team.

All right?

If I'm lookin' right, you
cover my left, you got it?

Roger that.

Let's do this.

What the hell did you just do?

Nothing.

No!

This is happenin' live.

Where is she?

Come on.

Maria, are you okay?

Please help me.

Jim, come over here
and document this.

My name's Abel Walker.

I was hired by Bill
to come find you.

Thank you.

Who did this to you?

I don't know.

Okay, okay, calm down.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Come on.

No!

Drop the knife.

It's over.

Bill!

Maria, wait!

I'm gonna gut you, fucker!

What the fuck?

What did she say?

Abel, we got to
get the hell out of here.

Thank you.

Lee?

I fuckin' knew it.

Are you sure you don't
want me to take care of this?

Wait.

You're part of this?

I would do anything for Maria.

I want this, Lee.

What the fuck is
goin' on right now?

I really want to thank you.

You documented this
so beautifully.

You're fuckin' psycho, lady.

That's enough!

All of you, put your
weapons away, now!

No, you need to toss
your gun over there.

Now!

Abel, do not put your gun down.

You shoot these son of a...

Wait, what are you doin'?

I don't understand
what's happenin' here, Maria.

You don't know this
man like I know him.

Puente Butt Fuck,
remember, Bill?

That's what he used
to call me when he'd

bring his friends over.

He didn't care about the money.

Oh, Maria.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't know.

But we've got to let the
authorities handle this, okay?

Let's do the right thing.

Oh.

You're still playing
detective, aren't you?

I bet you're still wondering
about those pictures

of Sandra.

You wanna tell him, or should I?

They're fake.

This is how he makes
his money, Mr. Walker.

He finds them young and dumb,

and then he uses them up.

So she's still alive?

He's a criminal, Maria.

But you have to stop this
game, before it's too late.

You're right.

It is too late.

It's too late for him.

And it's too late for you.

Abel, Abel, Abel look out!

Look out!

No!

Jim!

Maria.

Why are you doing this?

I want you to hurt, Bill.

I really do!

This is all for you.

You get off on death?

Well, this is your moment.

My ex-wife.

I hate her.

She's gone too far with
this revenge thing.

I hate her.

She was fuckin' some guy.

This would infuriate me.

I hate her.

I, I want her dead.

I don't want her dead.

Maria, please.

It's about time you begged me.

Let's watch that back.