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- I mean it!

- I'm the nice-

I mean it.

Okay, Allie.

Why don't you put that thing

away?

Didn't you ever see the film

about the guy

who got his hand trapped

in the boulder?

It took him all bloody day

to cut one arm off.

Okay.

Okay. I'm stopped.

All right?

I'm not going anywhere.

Better?

You came all this way

to find out what happened.

Don't you still want to know?

- I know you're a bunch

of bottom-feeders.

I know that some sh*t named

Russell killed my sister,

and now he's dead.

Or is there more to it?

Oh, come on.

You and I both know

there's more to it than that.

If you knew you could find out

what he did with Lucy's head,

you'd do anything, right?

Whatever it takes?

I mean, that's why you came

to Bangkok, isn't it?

To make her whole again

no matter what'?

Or did that tempting

little piece of French ass

make you forget all about it?

Yeah, I thought so.

She has that effect on people.

I should know.

- Did you have something

to do with-

Lucy's death?

Yeah.

I just didn't know it

at the time.

What did you do, Michael?

We all just... kind of...

lost our heads.

What did you do?

- If you want to know the truth,

all of it,

meet me there at dawn.

I know, right?

How poetic.

Temple of Dawn.

- Tell me now.

- Can't.

I need the light of day.

You'll see why.

Dawn.

And no police.

Or all secrets...

stay buried forever.

Hi, Allie.

Hi.

I was getting worried.

- I'm just into

doing my own thing.

My own way-.

- Are you okay?

- You know What I mean?

Marit, what's wrong?

Mam'?

- Do you think Pm hot'?

- Marit?

- Most guys do.

Marit, can you hear me?

- Girls too.

- What the hell is going on?

Especially girls.

Marit, stop!

What about you, Allie'?

Do you think Pm hot'?

Sh*t.

Do you like me now'?

Come on, Allie.

Aren't you just a little

bi-curious?

- I'm just into doing

my own thing.

My own way-.

You know what I mean?

No.

Do you think Pm hot'?

Who's there?

Who's there?

What about you, Allie'?

Do you think Pm hot'?

Get back!

Get off of me!

Why did you do it?

Why did you kill her?

I'm gonna take your f***ing head

off, b*tch!

Talk to me, or I swear

I'll f***ing kill you!

You set me up!

I've got nothing to lose.

Tell me why you did it!

Talk to me!

Yeah?

Yes?

Yes.

Jesus, Allie, what happened?

I came like you asked.

Right.

Right, and that was good.

Listen, I-I-I've done some

f***ed up sh*t in my time,

but I'm not a killer.

You have to believe that.

- I don't know

what to believe anymore.

You came back.

You trusted me enough to come

back, and that means something.

That matters.

- Give me what I asked for,

Michael,

right now, or I swear to God

I'm going to the police.

Y-you can't.

You won't.

You know better than that.

. Okay"

Okay.

What was I thinking?

That you'd be cool about this?

Jesus.

It all started off as a game.

A-a way of punking our clients.

Scare them into thinking

they're gonna die.

It was just a bit of fun.

I mean, who really gives a sh*t,

right?

Bunch of low-life farangs.

Thinking they can demand

whatever the f*** they like

'cause this is Thailand, right?

And that's what naughty boys

and girls do in Thailand.

F*** that sh*t.

F*** 'em all.

Your sister...

Lucy wasn't like that.

She was just curious.

What happened?

We'd seen her about.

She kept to herself, mostly,

and-and we just thought we'd...

thought we'd play

a bit of a head trick on her.

You know, frighten her a bit.

But then...

f***ing Russell.

F***ing Russell

with his twisted...

Thank God he had the good sense

to die when he did.

Is Marit part of this game?

You mean Emilie.

Emilie Tindermans.

That's her real name.

Or maybe it's just one of many.

She's the master b*tch.

The brains behind everything.

Thinks we're all just

her little tools, and we are.

We are.

You don't get that kind of a

mind inside that kind of a body.

Not without making some serious

pact with the devil.

She had me whipped, for sure.

But Russell...

she f***ing destroyed him.

I mean, he was a head case

to begin with.

He had this whole thing

about women and rejection.

But Emilie...

she sent him

right over the edge.

Now Jade, on the other hand,

she didn't so much

want to f*** Emilie.

She wanted to be Emilie.

I'm sure you can appreciate how

Emilie gets inside your head.

That's the real game for her-

total f***ing domination.

Is that why she was killed?

Because you guys got tired

of the game?

Nice try.

She texted me 15 minutes ago,

said you were on your way

over here.

- Not possible.

- She's not dead.

- I saw her body

in her apartment

right before I put a hatchet

blade through the super.

- You're lying.

She's not f***ing dead.

Call her.

Go ahead, call her.

That girl at the pool.

- Jade?

- She was there.

- No, that makes no sense.

Jade worshipped Emilie.

- Don't you understand?

The game is over, Michael.

You've been played,

and you don't even know it.

- No, no.

We're all in this together.

We're like family.

Jesus,

I just listened to myself.

We need to find her!

- You don't find Jade

unless she wants to be found.

I've got get out.

I've got to get out of Thailand.

- You can bet

your passport was frozen

the minute the cops came

to the apartment.

- No.

No, no, no.

This can't be happening.

Emilie,

she had it all figured out.

We'd be out

before the sh*t hit the fan.

She had us catching some random

flight on your plastic.

It didn't matter where.

F***!

Lam so beyond f***ed!

Don't you get it?

I came here for one reason-

to find out what happened

to my sister.

And now I have blood

on my hands, Michael!

So don't talk to me

about being f***ed!

- You.

You have to help me.

I don't know what to do,

you have to help me.

What do I do?

- Tell me where my sister's

f***ing head is!

I can't do time-not here.

If you knew what went down

in Thai prison-

- Michael,

we're both doing time!

- No, that's not an option!

- It depends on how long!

I have to go home!

- I can be a friendly witness,

Michael,

or I can be

an extremely hostile one.

It is up to you!

- You just don't get it,

do you?

You just don't know

when to let go.

Like it even matters.

It's just a f***ing head!

Who travels halfway around

the world for a f***ing head?

F***.

Am I wasting my time or not?

You want it.

You really want it.

Fine.

It's your life.

I hate this place.

I hate it.

Brings out the f***ing worst

in me.

Is this where Russell lived?

It was abandoned.

No rent. No hassles.

His perfect little playhouse.

You coming?

Over here.

They said I couldn't

keep a secret to save my life.

It's down there.

What you're looking for

is down there.

I don't see anything.

It's there.

We need a-a plan, Allie.

So how do we make them believe

that I had nothing

to do with it,

that I was just

an innocent bystander?

How do we do that?

I need to know.

Okay, o-okay,

well, let's think.

What about that exchange

student, the American one,

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