(bell ringing)
(tense music)
(ominous music)
(birds twittering)
(solemn music)
(dramatic music) (bells ringing)
(slow jazz music)
(door clacks)
- Keep them closed. - Mm-hmm.
- Okay, open 'em.
(Andrew laughs)
- [Andrew] Sweet.
Whoops, it fell.
For me?
(both laughing)
I feel bad.
I don't have a costume.
- [Sara] I don't want you in a costume.
- No?
(knocks at door) Do I get to take this one off?
Oh no.
- [Sara] You expecting someone?
(wind whistling) (crickets chirping)
- Steve?
- I need your help.
(suspenseful music)
Thank you. - You're welcome.
(Steve sighs)
You want some more?
- Oh, yes, please.
- No problem.
(glass clinking)
- So you guys live here together?
- Mm-hmm, yeah. - That's great.
- [Steve] Where, um, where did you meet, law school or--
- I still have a year left.
- Oh, okay.
That's great.
- Do you want any food or anything?
(suspenseful music)
- No, I...
- Hey, Sara, why, uh, why don't you go upstairs
and, uh, put some clothes on
and just give us a minute
to catch up, all right? - Okay.
Let me go take a shower.
It's nice to meet you, Steven.
- Nice to meet you, too.
Thanks for the water.
- [Sara] You're welcome.
- You want more?
- [Steve] No.
(Andrew coughs)
- What's up, man?
You look like shit.
- (laughs) Thank you.
I, uh, tried, tried to dress up for you.
(Andrew chuckles)
- What's it been, like three years?
- Been five.
- Five years, wow. - Yeah.
- Well, what are you doing all the way out here?
- I, uh, came to see you.
- Me?
- Yeah, I, uh...
Do you believe in God?
- Oh shit. - What?
- Yeah (chuckles), that's what you want to ask me?
- No, I just...
Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to...
But do you?
- Um, sure, yeah, I guess.
- So you believe in heaven and hell?
- I don't know.
(laughs) Is that why you came all the way out here?
- No, I just...
Your wife is nice.
(Sara laughs)
- Yeah, she, uh, she, uh, she's great.
We, actually, we're trying to have a baby.
- Seriously?
- That's the plan.
- Tonight, you were trying?
(Andrew laughs)
Oh.
- Yes, yes, Steve.
- I'm sorry about that. - That's all right.
That's all right.
Hey, man, tell me, what's going on with you?
I heard, uh, heard you were a cop,
detective or something?
- (chuckles) Detective?
No, no, I'm a cop, though, yeah.
(solemn music)
I, I think I should go.
- Go, go where, why?
You just got here.
- Well, I mean, you've got this new life
and a very pretty wife, and you might have a baby,
and I don't know.
You don't need me coming in and messing up your life,
so I think I'm just gonna go. - Not like that, man.
I'm the same guy.
You need me, I'm here.
- Andy, I need your help.
- All right, anything.
- I need you to come with me.
- Okay, where, where are we,
where are we going? - I can't tell you.
(suspenseful music)
- Okay.
(water pattering)
- I don't even know this guy.
- You know Steve.
He was my college roommate.
(tense music)
- [Sara] Well, it is fantastic.
- You know Steve. - Maybe once, briefly.
- I've talked about him. - But,
this, this guy comes in here, in the middle of the night,
looking like God knows what and smelling like that.
- Shh.
- You haven't talked to him in five years,
and you're just gonna take off at his first call.
- He needs my help.
- (scoffs) Everybody always needs your help.
- Sara.
(Andrew sighs)
- [Sara] This is about tonight.
- What about tonight?
- Looks like you're looking for a good excuse to take off.
(solemn music)
- Yeah.
Yeah, I called up Steve
and wished him a merry Christmas
and told him to come rescue me
from a night of sex with my wife.
Come on.
Don't be silly.
(gentle music)
- You said that you were ready.
You said you were ready,
that we were gonna try.
- I am ready.
It, I, okay, I didn't think it was gonna be the minute
after Christmas ended.
I mean, we said after the holidays.
- When's it gonna be then?
'Cause first you said it was right after you graduated,
and then it's right after we found a place,
so when now?
(Andrew sighs)
(car door thuds) (engine rumbles)
- (sighs) Okay, I need to do this.
Sara, I need to do this.
Okay, when I come back,
we will make our beautiful baby boy.
- Okay. - Thank you.
- But by boy, you mean girl, right?
(suspenseful music)
(crickets chirping)
(zipper buzzes)
- All right, we're all set.
- [Steve] Let's roll.
I really appreciate this, man.
- [Andrew] Yeah, man, no problem.
- So how'd you get off the leash?
- [Andrew] What?
(radio clicking)
- Your lady, how'd you convince her to let you go with me?
- (chuckles) I just told her the truth.
Told her your sex change didn't take,
so you need somebody to take you to the ER (laughs).
- That's funny.
- No, I, you know, I just told her you needed my help.
- And she believed that?
- Come on, man, look at you,
showing up at our place, in the middle of the night.
(Steve laughs)
(solemn music)
- Before, when you used to help me out all the time, I,
I never forgot about that.
I want you to know that I appreciate your help.
- Well, you turned out all right.
(Steve chuckles)
- Yeah, sure.
(ominous music)
- Sure you don't want anything?
- No, I'm good, man.
(solemn music)
(bell jingles)
- Hey, how's it goin'?
Excuse me.
You know, your soda machine's broken.
- I don't know.
- I'll just get a bottle.
(ominous music)
(siren wails)
(bell jingles)
- Andy, let's go.
- [Andrew] Hey, don't work too hard.
- You too.
(tense music)
- [Andrew] We all set?
- What'd you get?
- A bunch of attitude.
I'm gonna Yelp the shit out of this place.
- They Yelp gas stations?
- Yeah, you can Yelp anything.
- There's a body in the trunk.
I'm sorry.
- Just shut up.
- I just-- - Shut the fuck up.
- So have you guys thought of any baby names?
- Are you fucking kidding me?
- Andy. - What does that even mean,
that there's a body in the trunk?
- It means there's a body in the trunk!
(suspenseful music)
(crickets chirping)
(wind whistling)
- [Andrew] Who is that?
- I, uh, I,
I don't--
- Steve, who is that?
- He's just some guy.
- Just, just, you know, I don't know.
(Steve sighs) Don't!
- I don't-- - I don't want to know!
Fuck, fuck, Steve!
Steve, you're a cop.
- Yeah, I know, I know.
I just-- - No, you don't know.
- Yeah, I do know.
Look, I didn't plan this.
It just happened, and I thought of you,
and I thought, oh man, you, you could help me out,
and I just--
- Why would you think of me?
I haven't seen you in five years,
and you show up to my place with this.
- Well, I just...
I'm sorry.
I don't-- - Crazy, are you?
I'm gonna, I'm gonna have a family.
What do I...
(Andrew groans)
- Well, I...
God, I mean, I, I didn't know.
- Oh my-- - I'm sorry, okay?
- Stop fuckin' sayin' you're sorry.
- All right, all right. - Just stop it!
- All right.
- What is it you think I can do?
I'm not, I'm not a coroner, Steve.
- Well, I don't need a coroner, okay.
I need someone to help me get rid of this.
I mean, you don't have to help.
I thought you would.
I don't know why I thought that.
I just thought you would,
and if you don't want to, that's fine.
I can take you home, or I can drop you off.
- Steve-- - It doesn't matter.
I gotta get rid of this body, all right?
- That's why we're driving here, in the middle of nowhere,
to bury this guy?
- Yeah.
I mean, I thought that was obvious.
- You're somethin' else. - I just thought
that was obvious!
What, why else would we be here?
I'm sorry, but I gotta get rid of this body,
and if you don't want to help,
I can take you home or whatever,
but we gotta-- - So you don't,
you don't even have shovels.
You don't, you don't even have...
How do you, how do you get through your life?
(trunk clacks) (wind whistling)
(solemn music)
(shovels clatter)
Easy.
- All right.
If I can get a sign in here.
Did you get it?
- [Clerk] Shovels?
(register beeping)
- This looks good.
50.
- There. - Thanks.
- What?
- Oh, I don't, I don't have my wallet.
Sorry.
- What was it?
- [Clerk] $67.32.
(solemn music)
(ominous music)
(Andrew panting)
- Come on, Andy, you haven't said anything for hours, man.
(Steve expectorates loudly)
(Steve spits)
I can't take this silent treatment.
I mean, tell me you hate me or, like, I shouldn't have come,
just say something, anything.
Just, just talk.
I'm scared, Andy, all right.
I'm, I'm so scared.
Fine, don't, don't fuckin' talk to me.
I said I was sorry, all right.
I'm sorry.
I mean it, I...
- Simon.
- [Steve] What?
(solemn music)
- If it's a boy,
Simon.
- What if it's a girl?
- Mary. - Mary?
That's your mom's name.
Huh.
Yeah, Mary's nice.
That's a beautiful name.
Think if, uh,
you think when Simon or Mary come,
you think I would be able to come meet 'em or...
You need a godfather.
I could, I could do that.
I'm just jokin'.
It's just a joke.
I like those names.
Simon, Simon says (laughs).
Yeah, that would be cool.
(ominous music)
(dramatic music)
(Steve panting)
(suspenseful music)
(Steve gasping)
(solemn music)
(footsteps clatter) (ominous music)
(ice clatters) (tense music)
(shovel scraping)
(footsteps rustling)
(ominous music)
- Get up.
(Andrew groans)
(solemn music)
(Andrew gasping)
(Andrew grunting)
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
(punch thuds)
(solemn music)
(tools clattering)
(ominous music)
(door squeaks)
(Andrew grunting)
(suspenseful music)
- What the fuck?
(Andrew grunting)
(Andrew gasping)
(chair thuds)
Ah, ah!
(Andrew groans)
(hands clapping)
(Andrew grunting)
- Hey.
(Andrew grunts)
I don't believe we've been properly introduced.
Manners, huh?
(Andrew gasping)
(solemn music)
(Andrew groans)
(killer chuckles)
Well, this is pathetic.
(Andrew grunting)
Hey, stop.
I'm gonna help you up, okay?
Okay?
Here we go.
(Andrew grunts)
(dramatic music)
(killer grunts) (blade clinks)
(killer yells)
(hand thuds)
Stop!
Stop.
(Andrew gasping)
- Who are you?
- Who am I?
What?
Who the fuck are you?
- What do you want with me?
- Are you kidding me?
Are you fucking kidding me?
The last I remember,
you and your little friend were diggin' a hole for me.
- We thought you were dead.
- Well, sorry to break it to ya, I'm not.
I'll admit I'm not at the top of my game, right now.
But I'm still kickin', man.
- Then what were you doing in there?
Why were you in the trunk of the car?
- Why don't you ask my partner?
(Andrew gasps) I'm sorry (laughs).
Sorry, you can't, 'cause we just buried him.
- Partner, you...
No, no.
- I'm gonna bash your fuckin' skull in,
the way I did Steve's.
- What the hell's going on here?
I don't understand.
- What's going on here is that you just stabbed an officer
during the arrest for the murder of his partner.
See, juries, they don't much like cop-killers.
- [Andrew] Shut up.
(ominous music)
- Who are you?
- (gasps) Gimme the keys.
- How do you know Stevie?
- The keys!
- Why did he come to you?
- I said gimme the keys.
- Or you'll what?
(tense music)
- Hey, hey.
- Andy, you have a cute little knife there.
But I hurt people.
I hurt a lot of people.
Now you're a real good runner.
Maybe you ran track in high school,
a little in college.
But you were really winded in the woods out there.
Figure you go to the gym once a week.
You work too much.
You're a banker.
Accountant?
No.
You look like a lawyer.
Andy, you're gonna die today.
But I need some answers before I can give you that.
- (gasps) No.
- I told you I hurt people!
(Andrew grunting)
Shh. (Andrew gasping)
If you're not gonna talk to me,
I'll find someone who will.
(solemn music)
(birds twittering)
(engine rumbling)
(hand banging)
(Andrew grunting)
(Andrew gasping)
(siren wails)
(Andrew gasps)
(footsteps clack)
- [Officer] License and registration please.
(hand thuds)
What was that noise?
(hand thudding)
(object thuds)
(gun banging)
(footsteps clack)
(engine revs)
(Andrew sighs) (hand thudding)
(engine revving) (suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(solemn music)
(water pattering)
(gentle music)
(footsteps rustling)
(birds twittering)
(gentle music) (customers chattering)
♪ The journey's ending ♪
♪ All night long, he's drifting ♪
(door squeaks)
(door thuds)
♪ Weary traveler ♪
♪ Did I get this way ♪
♪ And I'm sorry I can't stay ♪
♪ I'm sorry I can't ♪
♪ There's a change in seasons come and gone ♪
(water pattering)
(solemn music)
(Andrew groaning)
(knocks at door) - Hey, you all right in there?
- I'll be out in a minute.
- [Man] No, better hurry,
the manager's callin' the cops.
(solemn music)
(Andrew groaning)
- Excuse me.
Hi, I'm sorry to bother you guys.
I was wonderin' if maybe you could, uh,
you could help me out.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah.
I was in a car accident, hit and run.
You know, he totaled my car,
but, uh, I'm all right, I'm all right.
I just had to walk for, for two miles to get here.
- That's terrible.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. (sirens wail)
Uh, anyway, I was wondering
if maybe you could give me a ride up into town.
I left my wallet in the car, so I--
- That, that's okay.
I'm Dan.
This is Melissa.
- I'm Greg.
- Yeah, it's good to meet you, Greg.
Jump on in.
(solemn music)
- Did you need to call anyone?
- What?
- Do you to, like, let anyone know that you're coming or...
Yeah.
- Thanks.
(phone beeping)
(Andrew sighs)
(tense music)
Hey, Sara, it's, uh, it's me.
Just checking in, let you know I'm coming home.
Okay, promise, I'll see you soon.
- [Melissa] Voicemail?
(Andrew chuckles)
- Thanks.
- So where are you coming from?
- Excuse me.
- We just, you said you promised you were coming home,
so kinda sounded like you'd been gone a while.
Sounded kind of romantic (laughs).
- Melissa, leave him alone.
- What?
- I'm sorry, she's nosy.
(Dan laughs)
- It feels like it's, uh, it's been a long time,
but it's just been a day.
- See, romantic.
- Where are you comin' from?
- I'm just up here, helpin' a friend out.
- Did you?
Did you, um, help him?
(dramatic music)
- No.
(Melissa chuckles)
(ominous music)
- [Steve] Hate me or, like, I shouldn't have something,
just say something.
Just talk.
(suspenseful music)
I'm scared, Andy, all right?
(dramatic music)
- Hey, I'm fine. - We have lots
of great music coming up for you in just a few minutes,
but first-- - I just need to, uh,
just need to close my eyes for a little bit.
- [Reporter] So sad news, this afternoon,
a police woman, Juliet Frailey, was found dead
on the side of Evan Spring Road, this morning,
having been shot to death, last night, while on duty.
Police are on the lookout for a Hispanic man,
approximately six feet tall with brown hair,
brown eyes and a goatee, who was seen earlier today,
covered in blood, at Barnet's Diner.
Witnesses say his arm may be broken,
and currently, the police do not know if he is armed,
but should be considered extremely dangerous.
If you have any information, police are asking
to please call your local police department or 911.
So be safe out there, people.
And now back to the hits.
- Uh, hey, Greg, how far? - I was there.
But it wasn't me.
Okay, I wouldn't do that.
- Who was it then?
- I don't know.
- [Dan] You were there, but you don't know.
- I don't know his name.
- Why didn't you call the police?
- No, no police.
- [Dan] What are you gonna do with us?
- Do you have any change?
(solemn music)
(cradle rattling)
Hey, Sara, um, I'm, I'm comin'...
Who is this?
(suspenseful music)
(door creaks)
(clock ticking)
(gun clicks)
- Trying to figure it out, right?
Does he know she's here?
Did he wake her up?
Did he touch her?
(gun clicks)
(Andrew gasps)
Don't worry.
Nobody touched her.
(Sara mumbles)
You should teach your girlfriend nothing good
ever comes knocking at the door after midnight
and tell her every little thing's gonna be all right.
(Sara sobs)
- Sara, everything's gonna be okay.
(door thuds)
(rain pattering)
- I know what you're thinking.
Man, you sure got a lot of mileage out of that roll of tape.
- Just please let us go.
- Go where?
It's beautiful here.
Why would you want to leave such a nice house,
so far away from anyone?
Help!
Nothin'.
I'm sorry.
Am I keeping you from something?
Do you have an appointment to keep,
or, oh, perhaps some more graves to dig?
- I told you.
We thought you were dead.
I don't even know who you are.
- Thank you for telling me that.
Makes me feel better.
When I think about my funeral, no eulogy,
no beautiful woman who loves me, dressed in black,
mourning, holding that single black rose, crying,
as the parishioners tear her hands from the casket,
none of that, just me,
but you would be there, of course,
with two shovels and a hole (chuckles).
I think that sort of makes us family, Andrew.
I might get all choked up.
- Why don't you tell me who you are?
- I'm a cop, remember?
Oh no, you figured that out.
I'm not a cop.
I'm not dead.
So what does that leave?
Maybe I'm just bored.
Tell me, Andrew, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Andrew, the man with the gun is asking you a question.
Remember, we're family now.
What do you want to be when you grow up?
(gentle music)
- [Andrew] A father.
- [Killer] What's that?
- I said a father.
- A father.
Mm, Andrew, no, I don't see it.
I've known you for a good long day now,
and I just don't think you have the genes for it.
Look at your arm, so lifeless, hanging at your body, weak.
Your face, it's all purply and swollen.
Sorry, I don't see it.
Now Sara, oh, pretty Sara,
she's got the right parts for it.
I may have peeked, once or twice, at the gift
before I wrapped her and put her under the tree.
I have an idea.
How 'bout I do you a solid
and be sort of a surrogate for you?
You know, you can still pick at the weeds,
but I'll plant the foundation.
Andrew, how would you like to raise my son?
(dramatic music)
(killer grunts)
(strikes thudding) (both grunting)
(killer groans)
(killer grunting)
(punch thuds)
(Andrew wheezing)
(punches thudding) (killer grunting)
Your friend went down with one hit,
but you just keep on runnin',
which is why I had to tie your little bitch up,
so you don't run away!
Now I'm gonna ask you once.
Why did you try and bury me?
- 'Cause we thought you were dead.
- Steve thought I was dead.
Why did he come to you?
- Because he's my friend.
(killer grunting) (dramatic music)
(Andrew coughs)
(killer sighing)
(gun bangs)
(killer gasps)
(killer grunting)
- Sara, Sara.
(Andrew panting)
I'm sorry.
(solemn music) (killer coughing)
(killer sighs)
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
(birds twittering) (gentle music)
(footsteps rustling)
- Should we close his eyes?
- No.
No, we need to know.
- Who was he?
- I don't know.
("Deck the Halls") (people chattering)
(lighting buzzes)
(register dings)
(mysterious music)
- Christmas that, for me.
Very kind.
- [Bartender] Hey, Bill, what, you sleep in your car?
- Yeah, I must've overslept.
- The usual?
- Yeah, the thing is,
I, um, seem to have misplaced my wallet.
- Oh come on, Bill, you know you still owe from last night.
- I got it.
Merry Christmas.
- Thanks.
- Two of Bill's usuals.
- Comin' right up.
(suspenseful music)
- Want some?
- Uh, no.
Thanks, thanks for the drinks, though.
- Maybe later.
How much?
- [Bartender] It's on the house.
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
I wouldn't dream of it.
Here.
Keep the change.
- [Bartender] That's mighty generous.
- Well, it's not my money.
Enjoy it.
- Two more,
(laughs) cause of and solution to.
Am I right (laughs)?
- Bill. - No, no, no, he's right.
Hey, make it four.
I'm good for it.
- You may be my new best friend.
- (laughs) I know, Bill.
I believe I'm your only friend.
(tense music)
- What the hell is this?
- I'm buying you drinks.
- With my own money?
This is my wallet.
- See, that's where you're wrong, Willie.
You don't own anything, anymore.
See, this is what happens when you don't pay your debts.
(killer humming)
(Bill whimpers)
(Bill grunting)
(Bill gasping)
♪ Wonderful time of the year ♪
(killer whistling)
(door clacks)
(suspenseful music)
- Anything else, sweetie?
- Um, no, thank you.
- Sure you don't want decaf?
- No, thanks.
No, I'm fine.
- Okay. - Thank you.
- [Server] You just give me a holler,
if you change your mind. - Yeah.
Oh, um, do you have sugar?
- It's right there on your table, sweetie.
- Sorry, thank you.
(ominous music)
- Well, I see why you picked this place, you little minx.
- Yeah.
- You know, I don't get paid for mileage, though,
somethin' to keep in mind for next time.
- Next time?
No, they said this was it.
My debt is cleared.
- Okay, cool down.
There's no need to make a big deal here, all right.
You've been a good boy.
Your debt's cleared.
I need you to do one more little thing for me.
- Wait, what?
- [Server] What can I get ya, darlin'?
- Well, hello.
Aren't you sweeter than a peach in a pie?
- (laughs) If that's your way of ordering pie,
we've only got cherry.
- I like cherry.
However, I think I'm in the mood
for somethin' sweeter, tonight.
- [Server] Like what?
- I don't know.
How 'bout me and you go in the back
and show me some of your inventory?
- Wow.
- I don't understand.
- I know.
Give someone a compliment--
- I thought we had a deal.
- We still have a deal.
(tense music)
(zipper buzzes)
Sweetheart, coffee, please.
(dramatic music) (heartbeat thumping)
- Who's this guy?
- Lawyer, corporate,
nobody.
- What did he do?
- He made friends with the wrong people.
Unfortunate circumstances, wrong place, wrong time.
- What does that mean?
He didn't do anything?
- She's so sweet, isn't she?
(killer sighs)
He made some bad decisions.
You know, sometimes you don't see things happen,
even though they're comin' right at ya.
This guy, this lawyer,
he thought he made all the right decisions,
graduated from college, went to law school.
Then he passed the bar.
Then he got a good job at a good law firm.
And he was so excited.
He brought in a big client.
That's good, right?
He thought he made all the right decisions,
and they rewarded him by sending him down here
to our little neck of the woods,
oversee the new client's contracts.
What he doesn't realize is
that they should've used more local, trusted contractors.
Individually, every little decision was perfect.
However, when you put 'em together,
he works for the wrong law firm.
He has the wrong client.
He made the wrong friends
who made all the wrong decisions.
They crossed the wrong people.
They put him in the deep woods.
He doesn't even know it.
He has no idea about the bad decisions he's made.
- (chuckles) You sure like to hear yourself talk, huh?
- Yeah.
I think it's what makes me good company.
- So what's gonna happen to this guy?
- I need you to get me his name and his address.
I won't talk your ear off with all the details.
Now, Steven,
I really need you to make a smart decision here.
- Okay.
But this is the last one.
- Steven, don't forget to tip the waitress.
(bell ringing)
Steven.
She is very good.
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