Coffin 2

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(slow guitar music)

I see you cracking

bottles over your head

If it were only

you I'm seeing true

It's a lot of shipment

(tense music)

(phone vibrating)

(suspenseful music)

[Man] Tick-tock, tick-tock.

(ominous music)

Yeah, Jack and I

used to work together.

He was a normal nice guy.

Really professional,

always pleasant.

Yes, I knew his wife as well.

She was really sweet.

They seemed happy,

like they were in love.

This story is one of

the more bizarre tales

we've experienced

in a long time.

Jack Samms, serving an eight

year sentence for manslaughter.

And you set out

to blackmail them

the same way they did to you?

In a way.

[Reporter] Alleges his wife,

Rona, was having an affair.

Yeah, I knew Shawn.

Came to class one time.

Knew his lines.

Very enthusiastic.

[Reporter] Shawn

Justice, now deceased.

Pretty apparent they

had a good chemistry.

[Reporter] As you've

stated in your confession,

when you placed Trick into

a box, a coffin of sorts.

He escaped.

Samms claims that

his wife, Justice,

and a mystery man

he calls Trick,

concocted a plan to extort over

a half a million

dollars from him.

By the time he discovered

exactly what was happening,

it was already too late.

Many say that you created Trick.

That you made him up

in order to cover your

dangerous obsession

with your estranged

wife's new life

and boyfriend, Shawn Justice.

I only wish I made him up.

You did say some among

the ranks in law enforcement

have proof of Trick's existence.

Detective Scott and Epperson

could prove the

existence of him,

but why would the

detectives come forward?

Save a lot of time?

But, it's easier to

do a story on a guy,

a crazy guy in prison,

and the boogeyman.

Right?

But, I get it.

You took matters

into your own hands.

You had to find your

wife and, of course,

get your money back.

It was never about the money.

What was it about?

(heavy rock music)

Buddy?

Woo, Buddy.

I'm out of here.

My sister's got her foot

tapping on the front porch.

I hear you.

Can't keep the lady waiting.

You go beat that traffic.

Shoot, there she is again.

ETA, that's my cue.

I'm glad everything worked out.

Shirt and ties are

at the retreat.

We're all out for

the long weekend.

I told Ralph what

you'll be doing

and you'd leave

the place spotless.

Of course, you know, he

was, like, typical Ralph.

A**hole.

Anyway, I went to bat for you.

Appreciate that, Wendy.

You know I've

always got your back.

So, the place is all

yours for the weekend.

I know I'm leaving

it in good hands.

I can't wait to see

the finished product.

Oh.

I used to work on

these with my dad.

You're gonna do the

finish and everything?

That's the plan.

I call shotgun

for the first run.

You got it.

Hey, I'm a girl

that loves her cars.

Okay, Buddy.

You have fun.

You too, Wendy.

[Wendy] Oh, and Buddy?

Yeah?

If you need me, why

don't you text or email?

I'll check when I can.

I will.

Phone service up there

is for sh*t, but...

Okay.

Hey?

Yeah?

Don't get into any trouble.

(tense music)

Oh, we're making

our way down this 76

We're gonna end up Oceanside

Get out the cars and

we'll grab our boards

And we're going out for a ride

Walking on the

sand, looking around

Making sure we're

on the surf side

Put on our wetsuits

and we paddle out

We're gonna have a good time

As we go down, down,

down to the beach

(suspenseful music)

(cell phone ringing)

Hello?

[Woman] Hi, this is Mrs.

Rita from Culliver Academy.

Is this Olivia?

Yes, this is Olivia.

[Ms. Rita] Hi, I'm calling

because you're listed

as a temporary emergency

contact for Haley Gingham.

Yes?

[Ms. Rita] It's protocol

that when students

need to be absent we

need to receive a call,

but Haley didn't

show up at school,

nor did we receive a

call, so I'm giving...

Wait a minute.

I don't understand.

Hold on.

You're saying she's

not at school?

[Ms. Rita] Correct.

It is now after

lunch period and...

No, no, no.

I dropped her off right in front

of the school this morning.

[Ms. Rita] Well,

she's not been

in her first three periods.

When that happens

with no phone...

Hold on.

[Ms. Rita] You are not

Haley's mother, correct?

No, she's my fiancee's niece.

His sister's girl and

we're just keeping her

for a few weeks.

Oh, God.

Can you tell me what

the next step is here?

[Ms. Rita] Why don't

you come into the office

and we'll have you speak

with our guidance counselor

and see the principal.

(engine idling)

(gasps)

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

What's happening?

Oh, God.

Hello?

Hello?

Help me!

(suspenseful music)

Oh, God.

Help me, please.

Help me, please.

Oh, God.

Where's Haley?

Okay, wait.

Okay, think, think,

think, think, think.

(tense music)

(cell phone dings)

(panting)

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, God, I can't move.

I can't move, I can't move.

I can't move, I can't move.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

(yelling)

Hello?

Hello?

Can you hear me?

Hello, please.

Hello?

Help me, please!

(crying)

Oh, God, what's happening?

No.

Shh.

Oh, no.

(camera shutter clicks)

No, no.

(growls)

I can't move.

Oh, God.

No, no, no.

Why can't I move?

Why can't I move?

Why can't I move?

Please.

Please, you don't have to.

Please.

Please, don't do this.

You don't have to

do this, please.

We have money.

You don't have to do this.

I can pay you.

My fiancee has money.

He can pay you.

Oh, God.

I can't move.

Where's Haley?

Please, don't do this.

Please, don't do this, please.

Please.

We've got money.

He'll pay you.

Please, you don't

have to do this.

(camera shutter clicks)

Come back!

Please, help.

Oh, God, please.

What's happening?

[Man] Victor.

Oscar.

Am I late?

Nah, man.

I'm early.

Always am.

Are you hungry?

Wanna grab a bite?

(laughs) Sounds good,

brother, but the merchandise.

Next time, then.

Let's get to it.

All right, last chance.

There's no undipping your

toe out of this water.

Victor, you disappoint me.

How long have we

been doing business?

This ain't like dropping

a package in a dumpster

behind Jack in the Box.

If you think I'm

having any doubts,

you get your boy to count

the money in that bag.

Passenger side floor.

If you say it's

there, it's there.

(trunk unlatches)

[Oscar] Rock

and roll, brother.

Until next time.

Let's make it soon.

Vamanos.

We're all clear.

Take 'em at the bridge.

It's okay, sweetie.

You're safe now.

FBI.

(metal rattling)

(gasps) Oh, my god.

Oh, God.

Oh, my gosh.

Who is it?

What's happening?

Oh, God.

Who are you?

I can't move.

I can't move.

(camera shutter clicks)

I can't move. (gasps)

(tense music)

(camera shutter clicks)

What's happening?

Have you seen her?

Do you know what's happening?

(camera shutter clicks)

(metal scraping)

What's happening?

Have you seen my niece?

Have you seen Haley?

[Clown Mask] Shut up, shut up.

Don't piss him off.

Who is he?

Who are you?

Keep your voice down.

I can't move.

I can't feel anything.

None of us can.

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