Coffin 2 Page #5

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down here and help out

an understaffed division

for a couple of days.

Like I said, that's my job.

I understand.

You have a job to do,

but I'm afraid that's all

you're going to get out of me.

We speak every few months.

That's about it.

I know very little about

his life these days.

It's not like him to disappear,

but then he wouldn't

share with me his plans

or anything that he

was working on, either.

He's obviously gotten himself

into some kind of trouble.

His job tends to do that.

Some men hit the bottle,

others bang their secretary.

David's downfall

was always his work.

There was a fugitive that

got away a few years ago

and he's still

obsessed about that.

And then the Deathstalker

case came around

and it was his case.

A big one.

And the FBI took

it away from him.

And you took our

marriage away with it.

I'm an actress.

I've done a few commercials,

some small films.

In between jobs.

My parents help me out.

I'm a graduate student.

Getting my masters

in foreign relations

and I just got engaged.

Well, you know what I do.

What I did.

Okay, Trick and I aside,

for the rest of you it

may not be that simple.

You have to think who, or what,

are your friends and

family connected to.

Who have you, or they, been

involved with in the past.

That's where the

answers will be.

(tense music)

Ginger Jake.

[Epperson] You wanna grab

some ceiling there, pal?

So, that's your plan?

You're gonna shoot

a federal agent.

That's the bluff

you're gonna go with?

I'm gonna go for my badge.

Don't get any finger spasms.

No, that bullshit

doesn't work with me.

Hands behind.

Now, I don't want to

shoot you, but I will.

Who are you?

Sally?

(whistles)

Sally, come on.

(whistles)

Sally, come on.

Come get your food.

(whistles)

Where you at, ho?

(whistles) Sally.

Sally?

Sh*t.

Sally.

What, did you run away?

Sh*t.

What the sh*t, man?

These are $900

shoes, you psycho.

My dad's gonna hear about this

and you're gonna be gone, man.

You're going to

freaking prison forever.

What are you going

to do with that?

Yo, dude.

I don't even live here, man.

This isn't my place.

Listen, I can pay, all right?

My dad's a big

frickin' lawyer, man.

He could get you

whatever you want.

He can get you anything.

Listen, listen.

Don't do that.

Put it down.

I don't even live here, man.

Put it down!

(electricity zapping)

(glass clinking)

What was that?

What did he draw?

What did he draw?

Guys, come on.

What did he draw?

You can't be serious right now.

A bullseye.

He drew a bullseye.

(laughs)

Why me?

Why am I the only

one who gets it?

We don't know what it means.

We know exactly what it means.

It means that I'm a dead man.

I'm dead, I'm gonna die here.

Look at the numbers.

Look at the levels in the jars.

Let's put this

together right now.

Don't you get it?

When my parents don't

pay Goliath out there,

he's gonna come in here

and he's gonna kill me

and then he's gonna go

down the line one by one.

Number by number.

What do you mean when

your parents don't pay?

I thought you said you

didn't know this guy.

I don't know him.

But guess what, I'm not

some cop who gets caught

and I'm not some chick

who's out for a jog.

You wanna know what

I bring to the table?

My parents are filthy rich.

Boom, that's what I

bring to the table, okay?

So, then why hasn't

he made any demands.

Why hasn't he...

I don't know, simpleton.

Since you're the one with

the bullseye on your face,

I suggest you start

thinking this through

with the rest of us and stop

acting like such an a**hole.

That's why he's

taking pictures of us.

He's using the same game I did.

By now he's already

contacted your parents,

your husbands, your

lovers, whatever.

And they're all

scrambling to pay him.

If it is your parents, rest

assured he's already contacted

them and squeezed them into

giving him a bagful of cash.

Trust me, I know how this works.

Except your game was bullshit.

He's not bluffing.

At least we're not in one

of those wooden coffins.

If we don't figure this

out, this will be our coffin.

(gasping)

I'm number two.

Does that mean I'm next?

[Scott] I saw Epperson in

the pictures, so, like you,

I came here hoping

I'd find something

to point me in the

right direction.

Well, Detective Epperson

seems to be holding

up considering.

He and I, we haven't talked

in two, maybe three years.

I needed something to go on.

Olivia, her fiancee, Paul.

We're good friends.

Go way back.

So, let me get this straight.

You know two of these

hostages that are here.

There's more.

Him.

Him, what?

He went by the name of

Trick when Epperson and I

first came across

him a few years ago.

He's actually the catalyst

that made Jack Samms

do what he did.

So, what do Olivia

and her fiancee

have to do with Jack Samms?

Nothing that I know of.

But, I'll tell you

something with Trick.

There's definitely more to

this than what we're seeing.

They look like rag dolls.

This Ginger Jake

stuff is no joke.

What do you know about

this Deathstalker thing?

I was long gone before then.

Okay.

Well, I'm gonna

get my guy on it,

see if he can't

source where this...

No, come on.

I heard the message myself.

He was very clear with Paul.

No cops.

You give this to your person,

who knows what he's gonna do

to Olivia and to Epperson.

So, your guy, he

can find this source?

He's a she.

She's good.

Been doing jobs for me

over the years off and on.

The way I see it, nobody's

gonna put a proper trace

on this thing for a while.

So, my girl, she'll take

a look at the pictures,

she'll see what

we're not seeing.

She works under the radar.

I just need some time, Agent.

Okay.

Well, my job was to

find Detective Epperson

and then report back.

I gotta do what I gotta do,

but I'm gonna give

you some more time.

I'm gonna give it to

you because I want to,

not because I owe you.

[Scott] I'll take it.

Epperson.

I felt a tingle in my hands

last night when Sasquatch

was changing the

juice in these tubes.

So, you could move?

I don't know, maybe.

I felt my hands tingle.

Seriously, how long

can this stuff last?

Come on.

How much of this crap

can he possibly have?

He only has so much in

each canister for a reason.

Awesome.

I'll wait it out while you

guys figure out a reason.

Never mind the

target on my face.

What is this stuff?

I'm not sure if

it's the same thing,

but the Deathstalker used,

like, a cocktail of different

paralyzing agents and,

like the scorpion,

it'll render his

victims motionless.

They could still breathe while.

Well.

While what?

While he tortures

and kills his victims.

That's what.

Hey, Epperson.

I've been wondering.

How' did you get roped

into this and not Scott?

I don't know.

I heard he quit and

joined the private sector.

We haven't exactly

kept in touch.

Did you say Scott?

[Epperson] Yeah.

Not Brian Scott.

He was a detective

and he's in private

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