Driver (2018) - full transcript

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Son of a bitch.

Damn people

driving around.

What's the matter? What,

are you fucking stupid?

Are you stupid?

It's going to cost you $200.

But, hey, who cares?

It's Vegas, right?

It's Vegas.

It's not like you need

the money, right?

- Henry?

- Yeah, yeah. Hop on in.

Welcome to Las Vegas.

Thanks, man.

Thrilled to be here.

Well, hope you can

check it off your list.

How long you been in Vegas?

My whole life.

Sweet.

That must be nice.

No. No, it isn't.

Mirage.

Yeah, it's on the phone.

I mean, just take a look around

at this place.

Look at it.

I mean, it's...

It's got, you know,

money in its veins, you know?

The whole reason it's here

is to make just a couple

people richer.

So, the Mirage, huh?

Means you got

a big client.

Going to have enough

to tip me on the way back?

I thought you weren't allowed

to accept tips.

I thought prostitution

was illegal.

No, no, not supposed to.

Sorry?

Not supposed

to accept tips.

You're right.

Maybe I can get you

on the way back.

I don't have any cash

right now.

Sure.

Almost there.

Thank you.

No problem.

Should I stick around?

I'm sorry?

Should I stick around?

Oh, no.

I'll just call someone.

Okay.

I mean, you know,

Vegas actually is the one city

where money can buy you

anything.

Oh, but if you don't

have money...

well...

go fuck yourself.

It's ridiculous,

it's ridiculous.

Good luck to you.

Thank you.

Have a good night.

Good morning.

This is your wake-up call.

Fuck you.

You know I can't reinstate you.

It's been three years.

Yeah, but I've seen

no improvement.

I see two assault charges.

One against

a fellow officer.

Two restraining orders

against you.

One from your new ex-wife.

We're separated.

Tell me, are you still

investigating your wife's murder?

Yes, I am.

You're not on that case.

You never were.

You know who's on that case?

Nobody.

It's sitting in a box

on a shelf somewhere

collecting dust until this guy

shows up and kills another woman

the same way

he killed Helen.

Listen, I get it.

If my wife were killed,

I'd do the exact same thing.

But I'm not your therapist.

And I'm not here to sympathize

with you.

I'm here to protect the

department from another lawsuit.

We live in a new age.

Everyone has

a fucking camera.

We can't have a loose cannon

on the force.

Man, you got stuff?

No. Go, go away.

No.

Come on, man.

I got money.

Just go. Leave me...

leave me alone.

Come on, man.

You know that...

you know that good stuff

you gave me last time?

You got to be kidding

right now.

- What? What do you want?

- That good stuff.

Look, I don't have anything,

all right?

I got money this time.

Goddamn junkies.

Look, you ask me this

every night.

Do you... you just

don't remember?

Look, I don't have anything.

Just get off my car.

Go. You scratch it,

I'll beat the shit out of you.

- Go.

- Be cool.

- Just go.

- Just chill, chill, chill.

Goddamn.

Start journaling.

Give me something

to put on file.

Just use your cell phone.

Give me five minutes

every day.

Text me.

You don't have to come in.

You don't even

have to see me.

I want to help you.

But you got to help me.

All right?

I'm not the bad guy here.

So why am I?

You beat the shit out of

those two dealers in broad daylight.

You scared the hell

out of your ex-wife.

Hi. Alicia?

Yup, that's me.

All right, well,

welcome aboard.

Okay.

Let's do this.

Okay.

Three years ago,

I was working undercover.

I was running drugs for an

organization out of Mexico City.

Got into some

pretty rough stuff.

Um... my cover was blown.

And they killed my wife.

You're a piece of shit!

So, uh, it's Treasure Island

you're going to, right?

Right, yes.

You know, um,

my favorite place

on the Strip was the Riv.

- And it was... the Riviera.

- Right.

It's right up the street

from Treasure Island.

And they had dollar blackjack,

dollar roulette, I think.

Anyway, now the bastards

are just tearing it down.

Making it a convention center.

It's just...

That sucks.

Um...

So, yeah, yeah.

I, um, I beat up some guys.

Some local...

drug pushers.

Just piece-of-shit scumbags.

I can't say that I wouldn't

do it again.

I can say I wouldn't

do it again.

I wouldn't do it again.

Not because I give a shit

about them,

but because of the job.

I'm a good cop.

Well...

question.

Do you know a good place

to get drinks around here?

Possibly?

Yeah, yeah.

You want to make

a detour?

Is that possible?

Yes, please.

I guess it's possible.

Yeah, of course.

Yeah, I know this place

right off the Strip,

it's tucked away.

There's great drink specials

yet it's quiet.

Something like that?

Um...

yeah, I kind of meant

like a...

like a liquor store.

Yeah. Yeah...

- I'm sorry.

- No, no. I know.

I know.

I didn't mean for...

- No...

- Sorry.

No, that's not what...

I wasn't thinking that.

I just, you know...

if you wanted to come back

with somebody else... you know,

that's a good spot.

Oh, well...

maybe you could

show me sometime.

Sure.

Do you mind waiting here

for just a moment?

I'll be right back.

Yeah, sure.

Awesome. Thank you.

Stupid.

What do you think

you're doing, huh?

What, do you think

she likes you?

Get over yourself, Henry.

She doesn't like you.

She's just another whore.

Just another whore.

What are you going to do, huh?

Huh? You going to do it?

Hello?

Oh, hey, Dee.

Yeah, I'm coming.

I'm on my way.

Wait, what?

What do you mean

the strippers are...?

Dee, make him wait.

You know he's mine.

Okay.

Yes, I'm on my way.

I'm on my way. I'm coming.

All right, I'm coming.

I'll see you soon. Alright.

Bye.

Sorry about that.

Big party, huh?

Yeah. Bachelorette party.

Hey, do you want

a drink?

Can't. I'm driving.

I won't tell anyone.

Wouldn't want to crash,

now would we?

Uh... hey.

Isn't Treasure Island

just down the street?

It's just a shortcut.

Look, I appreciate that,

but Treasure Island's

just down the road.

Oh, you're right.

I'm...

Yeah, I'm sorry.

You should have done it

when you had the chance.

When did I have

the chance?

What?

Nothing. Sorry.

Sorry.

Can you just

get me there?

Yeah, absolutely.

- Thanks.

- Get you right there.

Thank you.

We're there.

Thanks.

Have a good night, huh?

You too.

God...

I just need to get my hands

on her.

I like her too.

What do you think

I'll do with her?

Oh, we'll have a great time.

I'll tell you

what she was like.

Tell you how wet she was.

One West 823, over.

Go ahead, One West 823.

Please stand by while

I notify Homicide and the coroner.

One West 823, standing by.

One North 89 en route.

ETA: 20 minutes.

Has the scene been secured?

The scene's secure.

We have a Jane Doe,

mid-30's, roughly decomposed.

You're late.

I was sleeping.

Passed out.

Whatever. It's not like

I'm on the job anymore.

No, but you still

showed up.

Yeah.

Moved the body already.

Yeah.

We considered

waiting for you,

but you're not part

of the force anymore, so...

That's two this month.

Yeah.

This one was pretty well

decomposed

by the time

we got to it, so...

Let me guess.

Blunt force trauma?

Most likely a crowbar?

Yeah. But it's not

a serial killer, so... enough.

This is a big-ass desert.

If you find two,

there's 20 out here.

Are you done?

I want to get out of here.

Yeah, I got what I need.

Come on, man,

give me something.

You want something?

Sober up, get on the scanner.

Maybe show up before

we clear the scene.

Get your shit together.

Fuck.

Hey, I'm here.

Okay.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- How are you?

- Good, how are you?

Good.

Well, I've been told that

I have trouble letting go.

Actually...

Debbie told me that

right before

she kicked me out,

so maybe it's true.

Spent three years investigating

my deceased wife, Helen.

And then I get

remarried to...

this chick.

And she calls it quits

after six months.

So, yeah,

maybe that's true.

She's too young

for me anyway.

She got daddy issues.

What the fuck are you doing?

Are you fucking

stalking me?

- No.

- Oh, my God.

This is a stakeout.

I'm calling the real

fucking police.

Yeah, go ahead.

I'm 50 yards

away from the property.

So you think you can just

sit there and watch me

from 50 yards away?

I don't...

No, I'm not.

Really, you're going

to send Joe Cool over here?

Debbie...

Just move the fucking car.

Yeah? "Move the fucking car."

Go back in the fucking house.

Art...

I'm out of here.

Just go back inside.

You don't want to mess

with this right now.

Thank you.

Fucking Ken doll.

It'll be okay.

Guess what?

We just got married.

Our Elvis was the minister.

No, he's...

Wait, oh, wait.

No, our minister

was the Elvis.

Wait a minute... right?

The singers

were celebrities.

Oh, and there is a jukebox

playing our favorite song.

And we did 'shrooms.

It was totally

a spur-of-the-moment thing.

I just won the jackpot

on the slot machines.

I was like,

why the hell not?

I mean, we got

a giant check now.

We can get a house.

You know, we've been talking

about getting married.

So you won a whole

bunch of money

and decided to give

half of it to her.

So we're going to Red Rock?

Yeah, yeah, we hear

it's the best park in town.

You realize

it's midnight, right?

So?

Your funeral.

We're there.

Huh?

Oh, yeah.

Come on.

It's spooky.

It's so hot out here.

Yo.

Hey, man. Here.

- Fuck...

- Just wait here a minute.

I got more where that came from,

all right?

All right, yeah, fine.

All right.

Take our picture.

Yeah. Wedding photos!

Okay, here, let me set this up.

Let me set this up.

Babysitting a couple

of tripping assholes.

That's what she said.

You're stroking

my stick, babe.

Okay, okay, yeah, like a little

tepee or something.

- Babe, you got it!

- Yeah, I am the man.

Okay, don't move.

Don't move.

I think...

Done! Damn it. Fucking...

- I had it. Okay, okay, okay.

- Babe, go...

Yo.

Hey, man,

sorry to bother you,

but could you, like, take some

photos of us or something?

Come on, man.

I'll give you more money.

Yeah, all right.

Yeah, come on.

I'm not being a dick.

Okay...

All right.

- Okay...

- Shh!

Don't shush me.

Okay, okay, just wait

till we're in frame...

Shh! Stop.

Just wait till...

yeah, like that.

Just push the button.

Not yet! Okay...

Hey, man.

Whoa, wait...

what are you doing?

Kill 'em!

Let's go to

the strip club.

- Strip club!

- Yeah, I want to see some pussy.

They took you out to the middle

of the desert at midnight.

Here, take us

to a strip club.

Come on, they pretty much

just bag and tag themselves.

Just finish them off.

You're like the only guy

we know out here.

He could be our best man.

Yeah.

Dude, this isn't

our hotel.

We're at...

the Arizona Charlie.

I am done with you.

Get out of the car!

Jesus. Get out, get out.

Oh, goddamn it!

Hey!

Art.

Hey.

Damn. I was expecting

your call earlier.

Yeah, I figured.

Got the papers in front of you

right now, I just know it.

No, actually,

I'm in the can, so...

Just give me the name

of the girl.

I can't tell you that.

You owe me.

I saved you twice.

Just stop talking. Stop.

If I tell you this information,

I could lose my fucking job.

Never stopped you before.

All right, asshole,

listen up.

Not repeatable.

I'm not writing a report.

She's one of your

friend's girls.

Whoa.

He's got girls now?

Who is it?

Police.

You got some ID?

Just tell Reggie

that Art's here to see him.

Thank you.

Who the fuck are you?

Art.

Oh, you're Reggie's boy?

Yeah. You think you can

go find him for me?

You're a fucking cop?

Not rerouting shit?

- Hello.

- Hi.

Diamond, sweetheart,

it's not this kind of business.

Come on, sweetheart.

Just chill out in the back.

I'll be right back there.

Be right with you.

Art, what the fuck

brings you here?

Looks like the state

paid you pretty good.

Oh, you think your settlement

paid for this?

I'm expanding, man.

I got girls now.

I'm sure they love to see how

you're spending their money.

What? It's an escort service.

It's all aboveboard.

My girls all pay

their taxes, right?

What's the tax

on a blowjob?

Hey, I don't owe you

jack shit, dude,

and you don't have

anything on me.

I told you everything I knew,

and you didn't want to hear it.

So I'm not doing this

around and around with you.

Listen, I know the girl

they found in the desert

was one of yours.

I'm just trying

to track down her killer.

I-I was friends with...

Britney, shut the fuck up!

What are you afraid of?

My girls don't talk

to cops.

I'm trying to keep your girls

from getting killed, asshole.

All right, fine.

Pay the rate,

you get the time.

Okay.

Twenty bucks

ain't going to cut it.

You think I'm a fucking tourist?

Tell me you never turned

a $20 trick before.

All right,

fuck you, then.

All right, Jesus!

Talk to him for 15 minutes.

But don't give him

a blowjob, okay?

He's a cop.

All right.

Tell me what you know.

Uh...

last I heard from her

was February 16th.

We kept track

of each other like that.

Amber only had one client

that night.

It was 220 Western Avenue.

She told me

it was a 20-minute job.

She checked in with me

when she got there...

said it was

a family man's home.

Twenty minutes later,

she said she was leaving.

She never came back.

Time's up.

All right.

Listen, why don't you

do me a favor.

If you think of anything,

let me know, okay?

Thank you.

Reggie, good to see you again.

I don't owe you shit.

Remember that.

Okay.

What are you going

to do about it, pussy?

Get the fuck

out of here.

Hi. Uh...

...can I talk

to your husband?

I'm sorry, he's at work.

- Where does he work?

- Security, at the Palace.

Is he a big guy?

I guess so, yeah.

Damn it.

Is something wrong?

Go back upstairs.

Uh, no, nothing. Um...

You know when

he'll be home?

Probably around 8:00.

Are you sure

everything's okay?

I'll have to ask him that.

- Is he all right?

- He's fine.

What did you say

your name was?

I didn't.

What the hell

is that smell?

It was that guy from Harrah's

I picked up.

He was disgusting,

had dried puke on his face.

Oh, come on.

Come on, it was you.

No, I swear to God,

the second he got in the car

the whole thing reeked.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Look at that one

over there.

Where?

Come on, the ho with the purse.

I mean, she's not

all that bad... considering.

Oh, yeah?

You like what you see, huh?

Come on, I'm not going

to pay for it.

Hey, who said anything

about paying for it, huh?

Nah...

I'm working.

What, you call this working?

Huh?

What are you,

nervous or something?

I'm not nervous.

I just don't want

to do it.

What?

Whoa, is it that time

of month again?

Hmm? Huh, pussy?

What the fuck, man?

What are you doing

in my driveway?

Why don't you tell me

where you were on February 16th?

Then I'll get out

of your driveway.

George, is everything okay?

Everything's fine.

I'm just going to have a quick

conversation with this man

and have him go

on his way.

You can call the police.

Tell him we have a trespasser.

I am the police.

Vegas PD.

Just go inside

and close the door, honey.

You have a badge?

Nope. All I want to know is

what happened on February 16th.

How the fuck would I know?

Drinking, bowling.

Drifting, maybe.

Yeah? How about a prostitute?

Listen, you fuck,

I know she was here.

- Why'd you kill her?

- Kill her?

I didn't kill her.

I only fucked her.

Get back in the fucking house,

woman.

Get back in the house!

What happened?

I put her in a car

I sent her home.

Who called the car, you or her?

- I did.

- Did you see the driver's face?

No.

Did he text you

when he arrived?

I don't know!

Then check

your fucking phone!

Okay!

I got it, yeah.

What's his fucking number?

702-817...

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Just... homicide investigation.

I just had to ask him

a couple questions.

I...

I got the wrong guy.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

No, not anymore.

Not doing it...

No, no...

I am fine.

I am in control.

I am in control.

I am in control.

I am in control.

Detective Hutchins.

Hey, buddy, listen.

It's me again.

I got one last favor

to ask you.

And I told you to call other

people when you need favors.

I got a real lead

on the dead escort.

The night before she was

murdered she was out on a call.

The address

was 220 Western Avenue.

You think the date did it.

No, I don't.

Well,

then what's going on, Art?

Talk to me.

What's happening?

Sorry, I shouldn't have...

I shouldn't have bothered you.

Detective Art

Matthews calling for Henry Falcon.

I have some

questions for you

regarding a homicide

investigation.

- Fuck!

- Give me a call back

at 702-445-0318.

Fuck. He knows.

If he knew, he would have

arrested you already.

You fucking killed her.

I just did what

you wanted me to do.

Yeah, but I don't

do that shit.

Oh.

He had another wife.

And look, her address.

3126 Rainbow Ave.

No, no, no.

He's already looking for us.

It's either him or us.

Then why don't you want

to kill him, you dumb fuck?

Goddamn.

I'm disappointed.

In the past week,

I haven't seen one single

constructive thing you've done.

You're obsessed

with your wife's killer.

You're off the force

because we're trying

to get you off the case.

You asked me for the meeting.

What did you think

I was going to say?

You recorded the videos.

You could have lied to me.

Look!

Here I am at the park.

Here I am at the bookstore.

Here I am at the theater.

Henry, this is Detective

Matthews calling again.

I still haven't

heard back from you.

Art, you're delusional.

She's coming.

I said leave me alone.

Knock-knock.

Hi. May I get a ride?

You're supposed to pay

with your phone.

I know. I know.

My phone is dead.

You should have tipped

last time.

Yeah, I know.

But I'll make it up

to you.

How?

Take me to Flamingo

and we can talk about it

on the way.

Yeah.

We'll work something out.

Great.

Thank you.

It has been the worst day.

Sorry to hear that.

Yeah.

Yeah, so, like,

my baby's sick,

and then now

her babysitter's sick,

so she's with my sister

for a little.

And, like, the hospital bills.

Oh, my God, the hospital bills.

They're killing me.

Sir, there's nothing I can do.

Please just give me

one more day.

I'm waiting for a check

to get here.

Sir, we have a strict policy.

You know how long

I've been staying here?

I must have

a free night by now.

I'm checking

your invoice, sir.

God.

Listen,

I'm hanging up now.

I'll bring a credit card by

later, okay?

And so he's trying

to get my sister to give her to him,

and my sister

is such a bitch.

Yeah, it's pretty tough.

And so my boyfriend

said he'll marry me,

then the state

can't take my baby.

Thank you so much

for the ride.

Um...

we had a deal.

I'm sorry,

I can get you the next time.

Yeah, you've said that before.

I really mean it.

No, I think you can

pay me right now.

I told you,

I don't have any money.

My last client

robbed me.

You think I'm going to believe

a fucking whore?

Honestly, I... I don't.

Mm-hmm.

Who do you think I am? You can't

just walk over me like that.

Mm-mm.

Listen, I have

somewhere to be.

Oh, yeah?

- Yeah, I have a job.

- Oh, you have a job?

I think you need to pay

for this job right here.

I'll make it up to you.

We'll just find

someplace quiet.

I have a room

at the Flamingo.

It's pretty quiet.

You think

I'm just a mark?

Uh-uh.

Okay, all right,

I'm sorry.

I should have been

honest with you.

Listen, I've been doing this

since I was 13.

Do you have any idea

how it is to sell your body?

You're just an actress who

couldn't cut it in Hollywood.

I got you now.

Where are you going?

Oh...

I'm just looking

for someplace quiet.

It's fine, it's fine.

Not yet, not yet.

Please just pull

the car over,

and I'll give you

whatever you want.

- You know you want me.

- Stop it. Stop it.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Stop it. It's a lie.

It's a lie.

It's a lie.

- I'll call the police.

- Oh, well, that's convenient.

Your phone works.

I guess you should have

just paid me,

then we wouldn't be here.

Go ahead, call them.

Hey, I'm the whore

that works over

by the Flamingo!

Fight me like that, huh?

Oh, yeah,

give me a little fight.

Give me a little fight!

Hey, remember

what you said?

Do you? You said that

you couldn't afford it.

You did, you did.

How about this, huh?

How about this?

I'm going to look

in that little purse of yours,

and if we find less than...

200 bucks, huh?

How about 200 bucks?

We'll say you're not lying,

you fucking whore.

How about that, huh?

Yeah.

Fucking...

fucking stay there.

Fucking stay still.

Ooh. Huh?

That's a nice little purse

you got here.

What's this?

Money for my baby.

It's for your baby?

That's a lot of money.

Oh, goddamn it!

If I only had

fucking kids,

you fucking goddamn whore.

Why did you do it?

Oh, why?

Oh, fuck.

Oh, God, why'd you kill her?

Fuck.

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

God, you're going

to get us caught.

How does...

how does that happen?

It's the same number.

Fuck.

Goddamn.

Fuck!

It's a detective.

What's he want?

What's he know?

You fucking killed her.

I just did

what you wanted...

My neck...

Reggie!

Fuck, you again?

- Is Britney here?

- Who?

It's all right.

Just the crazy cop.

Britney, the girl that I talked

to the last time I was here.

Oh, yeah. Uh-huh.

Well, she didn't show up

for work yesterday.

Or today.

You see, the girls make

their own schedules.

And I got a policy

around here

that if they're not making

me money, then, you know,

not my responsibility.

Yeah, well,

I think she's dead.

You telling me I got two dead

girls on my hands now?

If I was a cop,

motherfucker,

I'd pin you for the link

between those two.

That's all I got to say.

Reggie, come on, man.

Talk to me.

Talk to me.

Talk to me!

Get rid of him.

Get the fuck out of here.

- Fuck you, man!

- Fuck you, pig!

- Open the fucking door!

- Fuck you!

Henry...

I'm going to give you

one more chance.

Meet me tomorrow at 3:00 p.m.

at the Desert Breeze Inn.

I'll be waiting on the bench

at the top of the south circle.

Be there, motherfucker.

It's an unusual meeting point,

Detective.

Yeah.

You questioned

for murder often?

I watch a lot of movies.

So why'd you come?

I've got nothing

to hide from you.

Well, that's good.

Can you tell me what happened

on February 16th?

No. No, I can't.

I have no fucking clue

what day that was.

Let me refresh your memory.

Picked up a whore

at 220 Western Avenue.

Remember that?

I drive a lot of whores

from point A to point B.

Yeah, well, this particular one

didn't make it to point B.

Really?

What'd you do with her?

I can't answer for where you

think she was supposed to be.

All right?

Can say I dropped her off where

she asked to be dropped off.

But a lot of whores get sick

of the life, you know?

Run away.

Oh, is that right?

They found her buried

in the desert.

That's unfortunate

for her.

Yeah, well,

I got a witness who says

you were the last person

seen with her.

That guy says you were

the last one seen with me.

Look, I don't keep

paperwork

on where I pick up

and drop off fares, all right?

So if that's all you got,

I got better things to do.

Helen.

So you remember Helen.

You stabbed her to death

in my kitchen.

He knows everything,

you fuck!

He doesn't have anything.

If he knew something,

he wouldn't be meeting us

in a park.

He's meeting you in a park

because he's going

to fucking kill you.

I told you, he doesn't need

evidence, he doesn't need proof.

He just wanted to know

that you killed her

and you fucking gave it

right to him.

Just let me drive.

You're going to kill a cop.

You have to do it carefully.

It's not like killing a whore.

This is not the time

to hide, Henry.

What are you talking about?

Now is the perfect time to hide.

You're going to run away

your whole life.

Come on, stand up.

Be a man about it.

Yeah, I'm going to stand up

and I'm going to get

a bullet for it.

That's why you

got to hit him first.

Mac.

What?

I need you to run

some plates for me.

Arizona.

Copper can't run

his own plates?

I need it off the books.

Give me a couple hours.

Thanks.

For all I know,

the whole department

is looking for me.

Use your head.

Did you see a badge?

Did you see backup?

Did he have a gun?

He's gone rogue, Henry.

Hello?

I got the 411

on your plates.

- Mm-hmm?

- I got a name.

Henry Falcon.

I knew that already.

But he put down

a fake address.

What do you mean

it's a fake address?

It's a vacant lot

in Phoenix.

So how am I supposed

to find this guy?

Not my problem.

Fuck you, Mac!

I got it.

Yeah, I got it.

Come on, it's green, asshole.

Go!

It's green, asshole.

Hey!

Don't get in that car!

Who's your date?

The big, bad wolf?

Of course.

I even brought a basket.

You know, to be honest,

I almost missed you.

I thought we were looking

for a blonde.

Oh, yeah, sorry.

That's a really old picture.

Don't feel bad.

It works for you.

Thanks.

Fuck!

You wanted my account

of what happened

on the night that Helen

was murdered.

You knew I was undercover,

and that somebody leaked

my identity.

When I got home,

the door was wide open.

Helen was inside and she had

been stabbed to death.

No prints.

No forced entry.

I'm no longer on active duty,

because I was a suspect.

They think that I could have...

slit my wife's throat?

Stabbed her repeatedly?

I was betrayed.

So as much as red

is your color,

what's going on

with the cape?

It's for a costume party.

You party a lot?

Little more than I used to.

Can I be honest

with you?

Oh, yeah, of course.

I hate this.

It's going to be

people from high school,

and I hate everyone

from high school.

Oh, yeah? Come on,

you got to tell me why.

My friends...

I don't know.

They were always

doing something.

Just felt like

I didn't fit in.

I guess I still

don't fit in.

They're all doing

big stuff, and...

and I don't do anything

by myself.

Yeah, I get it.

Thanks.

No, no.

I get it.

I don't know. I guess I just

feel a little ridiculous.

You know, I mean, I haven't

seen them in a few years,

and here I am

for a costume party.

Well, you're dressed

to the nines.

Hey, go big

or go home, right?

You're not going home.

Hey, wait,

this isn't my stop.

No.

No, this is my stop.

The "check engine" light's on.

Just give me a minute.

I'll get it fixed.

Oh, it's okay.

I can just call another car.

Don't. Put the...

put the phone down.

Look, I'll handle it.

Just give me a minute,

all right?

Look, I really have to go.

I said don't use the phone!

But you didn't do anything.

Get out!

What big eyes you have.

You remember what you told me?

- Please! Please!

- You remember what you told me?

That you can't do anything

on your own.

That you can't do

anything on your own, huh?

Remember that?

You remember that, huh?

Come here.

Oh, hey.

Hey, no, no, come on.

Be quiet,

Little Riding Hood.

No one can hear you

scream out here.

Oh, please!

Help. Help me.

Goddamn!

I thought you got rid of her

last night!

No.

I saved her.

You saved her?

You can't do that!

Yes, I can.

And tonight...

Oh, Henry, tonight...

we'll be rid of Art.

What are you going to do?

Don't... don't look at me like...

Don't do that.

Oh, I don't want

to do this anymore.

I don't want to do this anymore.

Just stop.

Just go away.

Please, just go away.

Calm down, Henry.

You're going

to be all right.

We're going to have ourselves...

a good old time.

Now what?

Shit.

Debbie?

Art, I saw you taking photos.

Debbie, that wasn't me.

- I fucking saw you.

- I... listen, Debbie...

- I'm calling the police.

- Yes, call the police.

Just... listen, lock the door

and don't open it for anybody,

no matter what.

I'll...

Debbie?

Fuck!

Debbie?

Get the fuck

away from me.

It's okay.

It's just me.

Yeah, you get away from me.

I was worried about you.

I've already called

the police.

They're on their way.

Your door was open,

and I just... I wanted

to check on you.

Those photos

were texted to me.

I just wanted to make sure

you were okay.

Sorry.

Sorry.

The door was open.

Why was your door open?

It wasn't open.

Henry?

- Henry!

- There's nobody here.

- Just go.

- Show your face!

Go!

I know he's here.

Oh, God.

Please, just go.

This is going to be

my last journal entry.

I spent three years

searching for my wife's killer.

And I found him.

He's a driver.

His name is Henry Falcon.

He's killed at least

three other women

since Helen's death.

In case we never

see each other again,

I just wanted you to know...

that I found peace.

Detective Hutchins.

This is Nathan Jones.

What was Art's identity

when he was working undercover?

Henry Falcon.

I'll take it from here.

Get the fuck

away from me.

It's okay.

It's me.

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