This film illustrates how criminal organizations psychologically manipulate operatives through guilt, fear, and promises of redemption, while also demonstrating how the constant pressure of dangerous work can drive individuals to question their actions and seek escape, ultimately revealing that the true targets in such operations are often the operatives themselves rather than their external victims.
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(dramatic music) (indistinct radio chatter) (woman screaming) (gentle upbeat music playing) (poker cards softly riffling) (gentle music) - This is complete bullshit.
How many bad hands can a person be dealt in a row?
- I can't listen to this shit again.
No one's out to get you, Ortiz.
- You wouldn't know by looking at these fucking cards.
- We cannot change the cards we dealt.
Just the way you play the hand.
- Oh, that's beautiful, man.
You get that out of a book?
- Yeah.
- Oh, okay.
Well, it doesn't help matters to have inspirational quotes drilled into my ears all night, okay.
It's bad enough I gotta be partner with this fucking guy.
- Ah, fucking (indistinct) - I'll tell you right now, I got eight cards of the same suit and they eight spades.
Eight. I mean, no.
How does that even happen?
- How do you expect to win if you keep showing us the cards you got?
- That's just it. I don't expect to win.
There's something wrong with this deck, man.
Is there another one?
- No, it's the only one I brought.
It does make a damn bit of difference, and in your tiny mind, you know that.
- No, I don't, 'cause this one is unlucky, man.
There is no other explanation.
- Luck is not grasped by the hand, it is in the hand that does the grasping.
- Anyone else listening to this guy?
Where'd, where'd you get that one?
A cereal box?
- Actually, I made that one up.
Seeing the future situation.
- Is there any possible way we just play the hand instead of running at the mouth all night?
- You saying I'm jinxed or something?
- Could be.
Your luck seem to be pretty bad this evening.
- I will have you guys know I'm usually a very lucky person.
- Yeah, I'm sure.
Are we ready?
- [Ortiz] It's these cards, man. I'm telling you, - You can't place blame on the cards.
It's the energy that you carry around with you that affects the direction of your destiny.
- The di... Huh?
- Yeah.
- So how you doing?
- Look, you must have a positive mind to have positive energy.
Then that energy will open all the right doors in your life.
- What the fuck is this guy talking about?
You guys catching this Buddha bullshit?
- Look Ortiz, you're not even that far behind.
- Oh, really?
What's the score?
- Anders and Mason, 121.
Ortiz and Sims, 58.
- Not far behind.
- You can make that up in two or three rounds.
- Not with these fucking cards.
I'm holding the blood bank, man.
I swear to God.
- Mason, you may have to kill this man.
- I'm thinking about it.
- Thinking is as close as you'd ever get, Sasquatch.
I'd hear you coming from the edge of the universe.
- What do you mean, Sasquatch?
- No, not because you're black, because you're big as fuck.
Jesus, can't believe in this day and age everything still has to come back to race.
- Let me tell you something about race.
Lemme tell you what it's like to be a black man.
To be a black man in this country in the 21st century, it's fucking outstanding.
(Anders laughing) - Tell me something I don't know.
(gentle music) - I'm ready.
- Sims is ready.
Ortiz, how many tricks?
- One, maybe two.
- Is it one or two?
- Shit, go big or go home, right?
Two.
- [Anders] Mason.
- I'm gonna say six.
- Six?
- Yeah, had a very good hand.
- Son of a bitch.
- Sims?
- Two.
- Oh boy, the excitement just never ends.
- You're really starting to get on my nerves.
- Yeah, I'm good at that.
- I think I can do four.
- You know, I'm starting to think this game is rigged.
- I'm beginning to think so as well.
- Alright, enough bullshit, who has the two?
- Who do you think?
- Lovely.
(upbeat music) Isn't that pretty?
(upbeat music) Hmm.
- For fuck sake.
- It's a beautiful thing.
- Explain again, please.
What if I don't have a heart?
- (laughs) Take that you big bastard, ooh!
- Get that out of my face before I break it off.
- If you don't have a heart, you spade it.
Throw out a spade, it trumps the other suits.
- Didn't count on that one. Mr. Six tricks.
- [Sims] I was just wondering.
- Son of a bitch.
This is not fair, man.
You cannot mix my run of bad luck with this guy's lack of any fucking clue.
- Hmm, hmm.
- I don't believe this guy.
(upbeat music) Hey, partner.
Dumb ass, it's diamonds.
- I didn't have any diamonds.
- Then you spade it.
- I don't have any spades.
- You mean, you mean you didn't have any spades dealt to you at all?
- No.
- Then you should have called a misdeal.
You have that option asshole.
You knew my hand was shit, why didn't you call a misdeal?
- It seemed cowardly.
- What?
- Enough!
Sims, you do realize you can call a misdeal if you don't get any spades, right?
- [Sims] Yes.
- You can't now because we're playing the hand.
- Cowardly.
- [Sims] Yes.
- Okay, so you're fine?
- [Sims] Yes.
- Fucking cowardly.
- Then let's play.
- You know, I gotta say, I served six months in county once played about a zillion games of spades and that shit there, that is a first for me.
(phone ringing) - Ignore it.
Let's play the game.
(phone ringing) - Ah, there you go bitches.
One for us.
Oh yeah, that's right (chuckles) Didn't see that one coming, did you?
Mm. Who's the man, huh?
Who's the fucking man?
(instrumental music playing) - You have to do that every time to make a trick.
- Yeah, like it happens that often.
- That was very good.
- Yeah. Well, don't cream your jeans or anything.
It's probably the only one I got.
- I meant the song.
- Oh yeah.
I make my own ringtones.
- Can we just play, or you guys need time for recess so you can play on the fucking monkey bars.
(upbeat music) Can we just be left in peace?
- What time is it?
(upbeat music) - [Anders] We got plenty of time.
I told you it's under control.
We'll get the heads up.
Your turn.
- [Ortiz] Yeah, I know that. I'm strategizing asshole.
- [Anders] This ought to be good.
- [Ortiz] Take that!
- [Mason] I think I will.
- [Ortiz] Fuck!
Sims, I hope you got an answer to that.
- No.
- You are one strange dude.
(suspenseful music) I am getting a headache.
(suspenseful music) - 10.
- Okay, we've got our 10 and you two needed four.
Looks like you've only got three, so negative 40.
That brings a total to 221 for us and a whopping 18 for you gentlemen.
- I need to stretch my legs.
(suspenseful music) - Where you going?
- Don't worry about it.
- You going upstairs?
I don't want a lot of movement up there.
- I said don't worry about it.
(Phone ringing) (dramatic music) - I gotta take a shit.
(suspenseful music) Hold down the fort.
- So what do you do for fun?
- Fun is an illusion just like everything else.
- Uh-huh.
(poker cards softly riffling) (suspenseful music) (soft piano music) (suspenseful music) (Kathy crying faintly) (door squeaking) - Where there's a will, there's a way, right?
Wow.
(Kathy crying faintly) Oh, let, let me help you with that.
(suspenseful music) Is that what you wanted?
Why don't you just say so?
I'm happy to help.
(Kathy crying faintly) Huh?
What's that?
Oh, that's, that's not it.
Oh, okay.
Well, I can, I can get it outta here.
Yeah, let me grab that.
(suspenseful music) I'll just leave it right here in case you change your mind.
(Kathy crying faintly) Okay.
Oopsie daisy!
(dramatic music) I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot earlier.
That whole tying you up and smacking you around thing, it was rude.
This is not my typical MO.
I'm not sure about the etiquette of a gig like this, so I'm just kind of winging it.
Honk!
(laughs) No?
You can call me Ortiz.
What can I call you?
Oh, silly me.
Better?
Okay, so.
- Kathy.
- Kathy.
You know the first woman I ever shot was a Kathy or Catherine, some coincidence, huh?
Life is funny sometimes.
Yeah, she was banging some jockey and her husband found out about it.
He knew a guy who knew a guy and well, you know how these things turn out.
I'm sure you've seen it a hundred times in the movies.
You know there are two very interesting facts about that story.
First, she didn't die.
I fucked up, panicked at the last second, three shots to the face and the bitch survives.
I mean, there are no excuses.
She was sitting in her car for crying out loud.
(gentle music) I was young.
Took me a long time to rebuild my reputation after that.
Had to take the lower paying gigs, do the scab work.
I learned my lesson though.
Since then I make damn sure the job is done right.
(gentle music) I do tend to go a little overboard these days.
I'll admit it.
It gets messy.
If a job comes along that requires a little flourish, I get the call.
(gentle music) Oh, the second interesting fact about that story.
She was fucking a jockey.
A jockey, seriously?
Do you know how long it took me to be able to tell that story with a straight face?
I mean, what does she tell her friends?
"Hey, guess what?
"I'm fucking a jockey."
"A jockey," they say, yeah, jockey.
He just loves to do it horsey style.
Oh, come on that was funny.
(gentle music) Nothing?
(Kathy whimpering) - Ortiz back yet?
- Do you see him?
- Where the fuck is he?
- Who am I?
His mother?
(footsteps receding) (suspenseful music) - Don't.
Don't.
(Kathy crying) (dramatic music) (door banging) (Kathy crying) - Hey, Ortiz. Everything all right up there?
(Kathy crying) - Shit!
(Kathy crying) Yeah, we're all good.
(Kathy crying) (dramatic music) Damn, you're fucked up, bro.
You want an aspirin or something?
(dramatic music) Well, suit yourself.
(dramatic music) Oh, one more thing.
Try that again and I'll cut his throat.
(dramatic music) (door banging) (Kathy whimpering) (Kathy crying) (dramatic music) - Yeah.
- We got a problem?
- [Anders] Not unless you brought one with you.
- I don't need fucking no babysitter.
Look, I ain't exactly thrilled with this arrangement either, but if you feel the need to watch over someone, make it someone else.
You got it?
- I'm just here to do a job.
(gentle music) - What do you know about the big guy, Mason?
- Not much.
Heard something a couple months ago from a guy who knows a guy.
Arson job said he hit the wrong target or something.
(Ortiz chuckling) You think that's funny?
- Yeah, I do.
Is that it?
- He seems more like a guy for intimidation jobs.
I don't know how much of this work he does.
Why are you so interested?
- Guess I'm just inquisitive by nature, aren't you?
- No, I'm suspicious.
Want a beer?
- Well, keep your suspicions to yourself and we'll be fine.
(dramatic music) (gentle music) - Have you been here before?
- I've never been in this city before.
- Try the calamari.
- I'm not big on calamari.
- I hear it's quite excellent here.
- What am I doing here, Larson?
- Well, Mr. Anders, you're here to listen to what I have to tell you.
- Which is?
- Stuffed mushrooms.
I haven't had stuffed mushrooms in quite some time.
- I can dig out some mushrooms.
Are you gonna answer my question, or are we gonna fuck around all night?
- Did y'all decide?
- Yeah, I'll have another.
- Actually, we'll just stick with water for now.
I'd like to look over the menu a little bit longer, but we'll start with the calamari.
- All right, no problem.
I'll put that right in.
- Thanks, darling.
(gentle music) We are here to discuss a job of course.
- Somehow I knew you were gonna say that, so I've already prepared my answer.
(clears throat) Fuck you.
That's my answer to you, Larson.
- No.
- [Anders] Come again.
- That's not your answer to me, Mr. Anders.
It's your answer to the company.
- The company knows I want out.
I told my handler to his face two weeks ago.
- And yet here we sit patiently waiting for our calamari.
- I'm outta here.
- It has been decided that your final day of service will be on the 15th of next month.
- The 15th of next month?
- Apparently the company requires a 30 day notice whenever one of their employees wants to move on.
- Is that a fact?
- Yeah, that's a fact.
- You've been in the company too long, Larson.
- Too long by far.
(gentle music) - What's the job?
(gentle music) (Larson whispering faintly) That is the most ridiculous assignment I've ever heard of, and I have heard of some truly ridiculous shit.
- All I wanna hear Mr. Anders, is that you understand what I told you?
- Yeah, I got it.
I just think four guys is completely unnecessary.
- What you think holds very little interest in the company.
- You're a dick.
(gentle music) - The one they call Ortiz, I want you to keep a very close eye on him.
- Why?
- The company doesn't fully trust him.
- I don't want a lose Canon on a job like this.
- Do you understand?
Yes, yet again.
- Yes.
- Good.
Any other pointless questions?
- Just one.
Why do we have to meet here in Houston?
- Ah, yes.
See the men seated in the corner?
- Yeah, I saw 'em when we came in.
- Notice the one in the cowboy hat.
- How could I miss him?
- Let's just call him John Wayne.
Now, if the other man leaves first, then we're gonna finish our meal and you can fly back to wherever it is you come from until the 15th.
But if John Wayne leaves first, you're gonna follow him, you're gonna do what we pay you to do.
- Oh, you said the 15th was the last job.
- It's not the 15th yet, Mr. Anders, is it?
- I can't do this without preparation.
- Sometimes these things just come up unexpectedly, annoying but true.
- [Participant] What's the problem?
- I'll tell you what the problem is.
It's all nothing but a bunch of bullshit.
- [Participant] You might wanna take a second look before you make a decision.
- I'm not signing the fucking paper.
(gentle music) - Looks like you won't be trying the calamari after all.
- The 15th.
I'll do it and then I'm done.
- You better hurry.
He's faster than he looks.
(gentle music) - I've decided.
(playful music) - Okay. This is a joke, right?
No face cards, none.
It's not possible.
Great.
Just fucking great.
- Wow!
It's a beautiful thing.
Sims?
- One.
- Oh my God.
- I'm gonna say three.
- Two.
- What was that?
- Two.
- I'm gonna say seven.
- You sure about that?
- Oh yes.
Okay, who has it?
(playful music) - Come on, Sims, it's all up to you.
Yes, there's our three.
- Congratulations.
- I'm gonna have a heart attack.
- Sims, it's your deal.
- Can you shuffle for me?
I've never been much of a card player.
- Sure.
- What?
Didn't they allow cards in a mental war?
(chuckles) Hey, hey, it's just a joke.
I didn't mean to imply that you was there-- - No, they didn't.
(playful music) - Okay, it's easy.
First we cut the deck equally.
(suspenseful music) - What?
Do I need a haul pass to take a leak?
(suspenseful music) - Mason, you know about that guy.
- I don't know anything about any of you fine gentlemen.
(upbeat music) (water flushing) - Just keep smiling another couple hours and somebody else can take care of the big lug.
Man, hurt like shit.
(birds chirping) Hey, what's up buddy?
Got any jobs that need doing?
- Very inconspicuous of you.
- Yeah, I ain't big on the whole broken dagger shit.
Damn, there is no dog like a Chicago hotdog.
That's the truth.
I try to snag two or 12 every time I'm in town on a gig.
I'm from Vegas originally.
That town knows how to party.
They don't know shit about hotdogs.
Of course, let's talk some business.
I'm here on business right, Mr. Larson?
Oh, you are Mr. Larson, right?
- For fucks sake, you better hope I am.
Are you always so eager to share your thoughts with complete strangers?
- Well, we're not exactly complete strangers.
I mean, you do arrange my payments for me, don't you?
You got a job for me or what?
- It's a wonder to me, Mr. Ortiz, that you've lasted as long as you have.
- Yeah, you and me both brother.
So spill it, what's the gig?
- Have you ever heard of the professor?
- Mm. Nope.
- Never?
- Oh wait.
- No?
- No. Unless you mean the one on Gilligan's Island.
- No, that's not who I mean.
Professor was a serial killer active on the East Coast about eight years ago.
Oh, he had seven known victims.
The media deemed him the professor because he used to leave notes on the bodies written in Latin.
- Sure you don't want this?
- Mr. Ortiz.
I'd hate to think that I'm wasting my time here.
- Hey, I'm just trying to be considerate. Hmm.
So what happened to this professor dude?
Why'd he stop?
Did he get caught?
- He came to work for us.
- No shit.
- However, the company feels that he's become a liability.
Slipped back into some of his old habits.
Feel it would be best for all involved if we terminate the relationship.
- I love the way you guys talk.
I'm in.
Just tell me when and where and how.
- The when will be the 15th of next month, the where will be at his home with his family present.
- Fuck!
You guys are cold.
Now, how?
- This is a very dangerous individual.
So you won't be going in alone.
- Huh?
- We're organizing a team.
- A what?
- Listen carefully, (speaks faintly) (upbeat music) (birds chirping) Do you understand everything that I've told you?
- Sure.
- Any questions?
- Ah, about a million, but fuck it.
You're in charge, as long as I get to have a little fun and get paid, of course.
- You'll get what you've earned just like the other three.
Oh, and one of your team, who's known as Mason, I want you to keep an extra close eye on him.
- What for?
- Let's just say his determination has become suspect.
I want you to watch everything he does, everything he says.
You understand me?
- Yep.
- Is that it?
- Uh-huh.
Oh, oh, oh. One more thing.
You know anywhere in town I can get some decent cheesecake?
(upbeat music) Love it. Take care.
(upbeat music) What's the score?
- It's 390 to 150.
Looks like you guys are mounting a comeback.
- Yeah, right.
Ah, this is painful.
(upbeat music) Okay, time to play a little.
- [Sims] I would like to request a misdeal.
- Say what?
- [Anders] You don't have any spades?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- No.
- No, just hold on, man.
- If he doesn't have any spades, he can request a misdeal.
- Yeah, I know the rules, asshole.
- Lemme see.
Oh, he's right, it's a misdeal.
- But I... Sims, man.
I got, oh God.
- Let's hurry this up. It's getting late.
- I'm gonna go check in.
- After this round?
- No, I'll check in right now.
I'll be right back.
- He said he would call you here.
- I know what I said, but I'm gonna check in right now.
- Can't you check in here?
- I can, but I don't want to.
Is there a problem with this?
- No problem that I'm aware of.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- It means there's no problem that I'm aware of.
- If anybody's got something to say, say it now.
- Look, I just wanna finish the game.
- You wanna play?
Okay.
Here.
Now you can play.
- Hello.
- Emily, would you please sit in for one fucking round so I can go make a phone call?
Thank you darling.
(knife snapping) (suspenseful music) Damn.
- [Sims] Comes in handy.
- Thanks.
Now, Emily, you know how to play this game, right?
Right?
- Yes.
- And you're not gonna try to play hero again, right?
- Right.
- Is everyone happy?
I don't need this shit.
(suspenseful music) - Okay, maybe we can make a little headway.
Those are yours.
- This is hardly fair.
- Hey, we play the hands we're dealt, right?
(suspenseful music) (gentle music) Oh, no.
(upbeat music) (phone ringing) - Hey, are you serious?
Yeah, man, it's me. What's up?
- How we looking?
- Gimme one second. Lemme check.
You know he is still in there, still talking to that guy.
They're finishing up an entree.
Looks like they're drinking coffee.
Maybe tea.
Probably coffee.
You there?
Yeah. I don't know if they're ordered a dessert.
- Don't take your eyes off of him, Walters. I'm serious.
- Ain't no problem.
The moment he gets up, I'll give you the heads up.
- Do not underestimate this guy.
- Alright.
- What's the wife doing?
- Wife?
I forgot about her. Hold on.
(upbeat music) I don't see her.
- What?
Shit.
(dramatic music) - This nightmare never ends.
- Everything ends.
- I like this girl very much.
- Yeah.
- Well, I hate her.
- If you just leave, I won't tell the police, I promise.
- Oh, you promise.
Oh, okay.
Then I guess we can just pack it in then, fellas.
Hey, you have any idea what your old man really does?
- Don't.
- Don't what?
- Do not burden her with that.
- I don't even know what you people want.
If you want to rob us, just do it and go.
- Hey sweetheart.
(Emily screaming) Let me tell you something.
I ain't no fucking thief, you got it?
- Yes, yes, please don't.
- Can you believe this bitch?
(dramatic music) Have you lost your fucking mind?
(dramatic music) (door squeaking) - Yes. Next month.
I can't believe it's almost here.
Did you know it's our first cruise?
Seriously, Bill has this thing about water.
I don't know, I guess I finally just wore him down (chuckles) No, he's still out at dinner.
I took a cab home.
Once he starts talking business, I'm so out of there.
If you remember the time that I... Sorry, Doris, I'm gonna have to let you go.
Okay, see you tomorrow.
Bye.
Emily!
(Michelle screaming) - [Mason] Let her go.
- Or what?
- Let her go.
- This game just got a whole lot more interesting.
- Indeed.
- No violence.
- No violence, no violence.
What?
What the fuck do you think we're doing here?
I ain't here to borrow sugar motherfucker.
- Stay in control.
- Hey, I am in control.
You're the one that needs to check himself.
You're the one who smashed that kid's face in upstairs.
- I should not have done that.
He tried to run.
- Well, it doesn't matter now.
I figure he'll be dead within the hour if he's not dead already.
No violence.
- David?
- You lie.
- Hey, I don't steal and I don't lie.
- You can't just let him die up there.
- Hey, look, I'm sorry your little friends decided to show up when they did, but think there's some good news, apparently there's no more violence.
(Emily crying) Oh, knock it off.
- I'm gonna go check.
- Yeah, whatever.
Check on Anders while you're at it.
He's the one I'm starting to get funny vibes from.
(suspenseful music) (upbeat music) (Mason groaning) (upbeat music) (knock on door) - I'm closed.
(upbeat music) - [Larson] Hello, Mason.
- Larson.
(upbeat music) - [Larson] Do you always work out in the dark?
- I'm always in the dark.
Dark thoughts, dark heart.
- [Larson] Are you still taking the medication we provided?
- No, it didn't work.
- Have you done anything different in here?
Something seems to be missing.
- [Mason] No.
- Oh, I know what it is.
It's your bright smile.
I remember when you bought this place, I didn't think it was such a good idea.
Thought it might raise your profile too much.
Man, you had that big smile on your face.
I mean, how could I object?
- What do you want?
Because if it is about a job, find someone else.
I'm not up to it.
- There is a job, but before we get into that-- - We're not getting into it.
- [Larson] Before we do, I just wanted to ask how you are.
- I'm fine.
- [Larson] Really?
Because I've been receiving reports that you're having issues, again.
- Reports from who?
- Why?
Is that important?
- Very much.
- Reports from people who are paid to make reports.
This is as much information as you need, and as much as I'm willing to provide.
- I need to go home.
- Why?
Is it better at home?
Safer?
The demons fear to enter there.
Or do they follow you inside?
Do they follow you everywhere, Mason?
They do, don't they?
- What do you want?
- I want you, Mason.
I want you back.
I want my old war horse back in the brigade.
- That might not happen.
(gentle music) - Why?
Because of one mistake.
Because one job goes a little off kilter.
Shit Mason, we all make mistakes.
Did you think you never would?
What was that?
(gentle music) - I killed two children.
Children, Larson.
- That was unfortunate.
- They were six and eight years old.
They did not deserve to have their lives taken from them.
- No, but sometimes a unforeseen element is-- - He was supposed to be alone.
I was told he would be home alone.
No family, no children.
- It was simply a unscheduled visitation.
- I burned them.
I burned them, Larson.
I tossed the place downstairs per orders.
I could hear them screaming upstairs and I tried to go back in, but the fire.
I can still hear them screaming all the time in here and in here.
(gentle music) - We all have regrets, Mason.
Something we should have done and didn't.
Something we wanted to do but couldn't.
Something we did do and can't take back.
- [Mason] I don't want this no more.
I can't even remember how it got started.
- I can get you out, Mason.
I can make it stop.
- Are you telling me the truth?
- I am.
I just need you for one more small job. One more.
Can you do it for me?
(Larson speaking faintly) It will be on the 15th of next month.
It's gonna be a little bit different than your other jobs.
You won't be working alone.
(gentle music) - Something doesn't seem right.
Too much over the top.
- I don't create the jobs.
I just pass 'em along.
So will you do it?
- Yeah, I'll do it.
- Good.
Real good.
- Oh, and one more thing.
One of the men in the group wants you to keep a real close eye on him.
You'll know him as Anders.
- Why?
Can't he be trusted?
- We don't know.
We just don't know.
Goodnight, Mason.
Sweet dreams.
(gentle music) - [Mason] What are you doing?
- The wife came home.
She was supposed to be with him, but she left early.
- You didn't-- - No, no. I just choked her out.
I almost shit my pants when she walked through the door.
- Are you sure the target is nearby?
- Yeah, I got a guy on surveillance.
He'll let us know when he is on his way.
- What are we gonna do with her?
- Yeah, been dreading that part.
- What do you mean?
- We can do her now?
Probably be better to get it outta the way.
- What do you do her?
- What do you mean what do I mean?
You had the same briefing I did.
- There was nothing said about killing this woman.
- I didn't say we're gonna kill her, I said we're gonna do her.
- You mean rape?
You wanna rape this woman?
- I don't want to.
It's in the instructions.
- There's nothing in my instructions about raping this woman, no fucking way.
- Okay, look, if you lost your nerve, go back downstairs.
Matter of fact, get Ortiz.
He's probably more comfortable with this kind of shit.
- It's not in the instructions.
- Someone say my name.
- [Anders] Who's watching the girl?
- What do you think?
(gentle music) - Shakespeare wrote, all the world is a stage and all the men and women are mainly players, they have their exits and their entrances.
And one man in his time plays many parts.
I like that.
- Okay, what's the plan, Stan?
Oh, who's the brood?
- It's the wife.
- No, shit.
Where's the mark?
- It's not here yet.
Ortiz was raping the wife part of your instructions?
- Are you kidding?
It was one of the reasons I agreed to do the gig.
- It can't be.
- Did you ever do a job that needed to look a certain way?
That needed to lead the investigation into a certain direction?
- Yeah, but-- - That's what this is.
It's the only explanation.
- Why wasn't I told that?
- Maybe you were told and you didn't wanna hear it.
Maybe the life is starting to get to you.
Maybe the old transmission's starting to slip.
- I know what I was told.
- Easy, easy.
We go downstairs and we cool off.
- This can't be.
I don't remember anything like that.
- We'll talk about it.
This is in good hands.
- The best, baby.
(footsteps approaching) - Hey, what are you two doing?
- Discussing the classics.
- Oh, yeah.
Let me know when you get to happy days.
Mind if I have a minute.
(upbeat music) Look, we have to stay focused.
- Anders, I'm telling you, your instructions were different than mine.
It's that simple.
- I'm not ruling out the possibility of a mistake somewhere.
- Who's your handler on this job?
- You know, I can't tell you that.
- His name is Larson, right?
- So what if it was?
Look, every job I've gotten from the company has been planned to the smallest detail.
They know everything, every time.
Are you gonna say different?
- I am, I've seen them fuck up.
- When?
- It doesn't matter. I've seen it.
If we had separate handlers, then I could say is a case of miscommunication, but we have the same contact, then what?
- Maybe I missed a couple of details.
- That is a detail you do not miss.
Not with me.
He would've known that.
- Okay, a thoroughly human.
I'll give you that.
There's a first time for everything.
- Yeah, and the last.
(soft piano music) (dramatic music) (Michelle screaming) - Where you going mama?
This party is just getting started.
- No. No.
Why?
Why are you doing that?
- Why?
Honestly, I was asked to do it.
Asked nicely so I agreed.
(Michelle mumbling indistinctly) (Michelle whimpering) (elevator rumbling) (Michelle whimpering) What the fuck is that?
What the... You gotta be kidding me.
You got an elevator?
Hey guys, this place has an elevator.
How cool is that?
(Michelle whimpering) Make yourself comfortable.
(somber music) - And Mason knows this, you're sure?
- Everyone at the company knows this.
I've made it clear many times.
- What about the daughter?
- What about her?
- No mention of beating her?
- No.
No fucking way.
- In front of the father.
Are you sure?
- [Mason] I tell you, Anders, that is not going to happen.
Do you understand?
- Okay. Okay. Something's not right.
Maybe we should call off Ortiz until we figure this out.
(gentle music) Sims, I need to talk to you.
- Emily enjoys Shakespeare.
- Come again.
- So rare. Someone her age.
- Yeah.
Nevermind.
(Michelle screaming) - Get off of her.
- What the fuck?
What are you doing, man?
- We decided against this.
- What do you mean we decided, who decided?
- Me And Anders.
- Hey, you're not the only two clowns in this circus.
This is what I was told to do.
The instructions were very clear.
- We don't think they were.
- I don't give a fuck what you think.
- Two to one.
- Two to what?
What about Sims?
- Not sure he has an opinion.
- This is bullshit.
This is going down.
- No, it's not.
- Oh yeah. What are you gonna do about it?
(dramatic music) I'll do it.
- Let him go Lower it, Ortiz.
- Nobody puts their hands on me like that.
Nobody.
- I wouldn't like it either, but this isn't the solution for this.
- I could kill you for even considering it.
- Perhaps it's for the best.
- Now it's certainly isn't for the fucking best.
Pull your heads from your respective asses and reflect on our purpose here tonight.
(dramatic music) Listen, if this guy is as dangerous as everyone seems to think he is, then we need to give this team thing a shot, you copy?
Ortiz?
- Yeah, copy.
- Mason?
We're professionals, gentlemen.
We're not street thugs.
Ortiz, were you or were you not told to rape the wife and beat the daughter?
- Rape the wife, strangle the daughter.
- What?
- Then shoot the wife.
- You're being fucked with.
I said we walk.
- [Ortiz] Hey, nobody walks.
- It's not an option, Mason.
- It's an option for me.
- You ain't going anywhere, brother.
- What are you gonna do?
Shoot me?
- I already want to.
- Enough!
Where's the woman?
(dramatic music) - Fuck!
(Michelle whimpering) (gun shots) - Shit!
- Well, I ain't fucking her now.
- There was nothing I could do.
- I know.
- I guess I'll take her upstairs.
- No, I'll do it.
- Yeah.
Alright.
(somber music) - I wish I had never taken this job.
(Kathy crying) - Is that too tight?
This will all be over soon.
- Please, just listen to me.
You don't have to (mumbles) (somber music) - You good?
- Let's just finish the game.
- Yes.
(dramatic music) - You sure about this?
- Positive.
- Goes against every regulation.
- I'm aware of that.
- What is it that you need to know?
His lawyers-- - Let me save us both some time.
All of the questions that you're about to ask are gonna go unanswered.
Now bring him to me.
(keys jingling) (dramatic music) - I will be right outside the door.
- Fuck off.
(door banging) (dramatic music) Mr. Sims, my name is Larson.
I'm guessing that you are extremely curious as to the nature of my visit.
Of course you are, as you should be, after all you've been here, what?
Nine months?
Most of that in solitary.
Minimal human contact.
Oh shit.
That's enough to drive a man crazy.
Now, I don't know if this whole semi catatonic thing you got going on is real, but the company that I work for is betting that it's not.
Well, what company might that be, he asks, and that's a good question.
You see, we're a recruiting firm of sorts and we've had our eye on you for some time Mr. Sims, you might say, we're a big fans of your work.
Of course we didn't know who you were.
But eventually everyone makes mistakes.
It's just a matter of time.
It always is.
So here we are.
- Why do you keep calling me Sims?
- Because that's gonna be your new name once you accept my offer.
When opportunity knocks you answer the door.
You've heard that before, I'm sure.
Well, Mr. Sims, opportunity is knocking, and this is your one and only chance to let it in.
Eventually they're gonna find you fit to stand trial, and when they do, well that adds a whole other layer of complexity that the company rarely wants to deal with.
So my question to you, Mr. Sims, is are you in or are you out?
- I'm in, of course.
- Good.
Very good.
Company will be pleased to hear that.
It'll take about two weeks to make the arrangements to substitute a body for yours to finalize your new identity.
Do you think you can keep the act up for that long?
- Easily.
(knock on door) - I'm finished.
- [Anders] And Sims gets the last trick of the game.
However, I think we're done here.
510 to 240.
- Oh, thank God that's over.
- It's time to get serious gentlemen, I know there's a few details still up in the air, but we all agree on the main objective.
The call could come at any minute.
So let's stick to the plan and it will run smoothly.
Agreed?
Okay. Ortiz top floor, north windows.
I'll cover the front door.
Mason backdoor, Sims down here covering the garage, and remember, communicate.
Let's do this.
- I'm taking the elevator.
A bunch of pussies.
Man, I gotta get me one of these.
Ding.
- We gotta keep him on a short leash.
Sending a guy like that to do a job like this, bad tactics.
- I agree, but if he's with the company, they must trust him.
- I wouldn't count on that.
They told me to watch him.
- It's interesting.
They told me to watch you.
- What?
(phone ringing) It's him.
Speak.
- It's me.
- You still have visibility on the target?
- Oh yeah, I have a really good view.
- What's he doing?
- He's got a gun to my head.
- Fuck.
- He wants me to tell you something.
- What is it?
- Just know who you are that you're already dead.
(dramatic music) - Things just got a lot more complicated.
(Kathy crying) - Hello?
Oh, damn.
I was right, he didn't make it.
That sucks.
What'd you say his name was?
David. Nice guy.
Is he your boyfriend?
Oh, I guess if you're told to sit down and shut up, especially by a guy like Mason, I mean that's advice you should probably take.
Don't worry, you'll get another boyfriend.
A pretty girl like you, no problem.
(Kathy crying) I can be your boyfriend.
(Kathy crying) (tense upbeat music) - Alright gentlemen. It's time.
We know the plan.
I hope.
(phone beeping) - [Ortiz] I guess there's no time for foreplay.
(Kathy crying) (elevator rumbling) - Ortiz, quit playing around and get in position.
- Oh, sit easy.
I just want you to know I wasn't told to do this.
I'm doing it 'cause I kind of like you.
I know this is a stressful situation, but if you can just relax a little, it'll be a lot smoother for both of us.
(dramatic music) (Kathy whimpering) - Oh God.
- What?
What?
What?
Is it time?
Is he coming?
What, what?
What are you doing?
Fucked up, man.
(suspenseful music) You're killing me here, man.
- Yes.
(Ortiz groaning) (Kathy crying) (dramatic music) (Kathy crying) - Please, please, please don't.
Please, please don't do this.
Please.
God. Lemme go.
Please, lemme go.
(elevator rumbling) - Quit fucking around with the elevator.
(suspenseful music) - [Sims] Hello Emily.
- Hi.
- Did you know that Spades is the number one card game played by the men and women of the armed services?
- No.
- It's also the number one card game played by prison inmates.
- That's interesting.
- It's more complex than it first appears.
You have your hand to contend with good or bad.
Plus you have to ascertain what everyone else has been dealt.
This takes time.
But if you're good within a few rounds, you get a pretty good idea of where everything is headed and how it will end.
- Are you still talking about the game?
(suspenseful music) - I like you.
- Are you gonna kill me?
(suspenseful music) - I'll try not to.
- [Sims] Mr. Mason, I require your assistance.
- Sims?
Sims?
Hey Anders, you catch that?
- [Anders] Yeah, go check it out.
Be quick.
(suspenseful music) - Where is Sims?
(suspenseful music) Sims, are you in here?
(suspenseful music) - Shit.
Ortiz, report.
(suspenseful music) Ortiz, are you in position?
Damn it Ortiz, if you're not in position how can you tell me when he's coming?
(suspenseful music) Fuck.
(footsteps receding) - No!
No!
(sobbing) I would take it back if I could, but I can't.
I can't.
(Mason sobbing quietly) (gentle music) (suspenseful music) Sims.
(Mason sobbing quietly) (dramatic upbeat music) Do it.
(suspenseful music) (elevator rumbling) - Motherfucker.
- Weapons please.
(suspenseful music) - Don't think I'm trying to kiss your ass, 'cause I don't do that.
Nice work though.
Not sure what your game is, but you played it well.
- Move, middle of the room please.
- I'm starting to piece things together, just a few details that don't add up.
What's your story, Sims?
- Well, if you must know.
(upbeat music) (glasses clicking) (upbeat music) - Quite a view from the outside, isn't it?
Well, look at you.
You clean up nicely Mr. Sims.
Ignite is almost here.
Are you ready for it?
- Yes.
- I hope so.
Remember, once you've completed the assignment, then and only then will the company offer you the position that we discussed.
You understand that, correct?
- Correct.
- The company tests everyone they hire.
Yours is, well, the toughest I've ever seen.
But you understand why it has to be done.
Sometimes the herd needs to be thinned.
The weak and the sick need to be cut.
I mean, you understand?
Good.
I'm meeting Bill via Professor at 7:00 PM for dinner.
I'll keep him and his wife there for as long as possible.
But she has been known to leave early, so you have to be aware of that, should give you more than enough time to put your plan into play, whatever that may be.
Getting them all there, that was the easy part.
You were right about that.
But the rest, well, I hope you still have a few tricks up your sleeve.
(upbeat music) - So this was your test, huh?
Nice set up.
I'm watching Ortiz.
Ortiz is suspicious of Mason.
Mason's watching me and the whole time you're on the sideline cheering.
- Not cheering, observing.
- Is the professor even a real target or is this whole night just about us?
You gonna join forces with him?
- No, I'm going to replace him.
Back up a little more please.
Slowly.
- You're a gutless fuck.
Is this how you, this is how you took care of the other guys?
You're a fucking coward.
You want me to turn around and make it easier?
You wanna pump one in my back you psycho fuck?
Is this part of your little fucking plan, huh?
- No, that's not part of the plan.
(suspenseful music) (gun shot) (suspenseful music) (door squeaking) (suspenseful music) (gun shots) (suspenseful music) (phone keypad beeping) Yes, he's here.
If you don't hear back from me in five minutes, continue as planned.
Hello.
- Where's my daughter?
- Safe for the next five minutes.
- My wife?
(suspenseful music) - Put it down.
- How do I know you won't kill her anyway?
(suspenseful music) I don't suppose I can appeal to you a reasonable side.
- Not sure I have one.
- What do you want?
- To deliver a message.
- Which is?
- That you've run your course professor.
(suspenseful music) - I don't know what it is they've told you, but whatever it is, it's a lie.
That's what they do.
They lie, they manipulate, they sink their teeth into you.
I had stopped.
After I met Michelle something inside me changed and I was going straight, but then they kept forcing me to do it again and again and again.
They recognized my talent and they didn't wanna see it go to waste.
Do you understand?
Is it the same way with you?
- Similar.
I would appreciate it if you wouldn't make me do it.
You see, I'm kind of a fan.
- I would offer to sign an autograph, but my hand would be shaking too much.
Can I be with my wife?
- Of course.
Upstairs.
Don't forget your gun.
(suspenseful music) (phone ringing) (Emily screaming) (phone beeping) - [Emily Voiceover] Hi, it's Emily.
If I'm not answering, I'm in the shower, asleep, or I don't wanna talk to you.
Leave a message.
- Emily, it's me.
I would've told you this in person, but I don't fully trust myself and I don't wanna kill you.
Life isn't fair.
I guess that's it.
(door squeaking) - Well, hello Mr. Sims.
- [Sims] Mr. Larson.
- So where is everyone?
Ah!
You know I had my doubts.
I did, but I gotta say, you've done one hell of a job, Sims.
One hell of a job.
- Do I get the position?
- "Do I get the position," he asks?
Well, of course you do.
You're the man the company wants, you've left very little doubt about that.
Of course, there are a few matters to consider but-- - Which are?
- Well, a public moniker for starters.
I mean, it's gotta be something flashy, something that'll attract a lot of media and it's gotta sound good in soundbites.
I've been thinking of a few myself.
What do you think of the reader?
You know, you could trace the lines on the palms of your victims or some shit like that.
Or how about the midnight stalker?
Yeah, you know, he always kills his victims at the stroke of 12:00.
I like that one.
You know, might even help enforce the curfew.
- I was thinking, "The Spades Killer."
- The Spades killer?
- Because I leave a playing card with each of my victims.
I start with the ace of spades and work my way up the suit to the king.
When the king of spades is found with the last victim, the spades killer is never to be heard from again.
Fading into history, a mystery never to be solved.
- I like it. I like it a lot.
That's very original.
- Not really, I saw something similar in the movie.
(suspenseful music) - Fuck it, I don't think we have to worry about copyright infringement.
So you got all of 'em, huh?
It's about the most impressive thing I've seen in my entire career.
- Not everyone.
- Come again.
- The daughter, I decided to remove her from the equation.
- You decided.
(suspenseful music) Let me explain something to you, Mr. Sims, just so we're both on the same page and we never have to have this conversation ever again.
You see, you're the doing, the company is the deciding.
We allowed you to plan it yes, but you knew the goal.
We don't strive for 90%.
- I was hoping you would say that.
(suspenseful music) - You know when the company decided to recruit you, I thought it was a bad idea.
I said you were unstable.
Your psych report said that you were incapable of loyalty.
I guess the laughs on me.
- I guess so.
(gentle music) - Anyway, welcome to the company, Sims.
- Thank you Mr. Larson.
I'm anxious to get started.
(suspenseful music) (Larson groaning) - What the fuck are you doing?
- My job, Mr. Larson.
(Larson groaning) And I strive for perfection.
- Please!
Please, stop.
- The company will find me very dedicated.
(Larson groaning) I might even check in from time to time.
(Larson groaning) (dramatic music) (Larson gasping) (suspenseful music) (phone keypad beeping) (phone ringing) - [Operator] 911, what's your emergency?
- 1969 Fleming Avenue.
- [Operator] What is your emergency, sir?
- No emergency.
It's pretty much over now.
There is one left alive downstairs and she probably has to go to the bathroom, so you might wanna send someone over quickly.
Thank you.
(dramatic music) (upbeat music)
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