Devil Page #3

I'd like to get a sense

of who you all are.

Stop it right now,

comprende?

One at a time,

I'd like you to hold up

your driver's license

to the camera

so I know who

I'm talking to.

That's a good idea.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Try and get it

closer to the camera.

The letters are too small.

Is there a sharpness

setting on this thing?

No, that's as good as

it gets, right there.

You can put your ID's away.

Thanks.

Do any of you

have a pen on you?

No one?

Here you go.

I want you to account for

everyone on the visitors' log.

Find out which

of these people

didn't show up

for their appointment.

You got it.

You sure?

Okay.

Keep him away from me.

Must be working

on the power again.

The geniuses have done

a bang-up job so far.

Any other exits?

No, sir,

that's everything.

Hey. I got some info on your guard.

What have you got?

Check this out.

We got...

Hey. Something else is happening.

Is he dead?

I need backup.

How do you

rewind this thing?

Rewind, fast forward

and that's frame-to-frame.

Frame-to-frame.

Everyone,

just keep breathing.

We're gonna get you through

this. Just take it easy, okay?

So today,

someone committed suicide,

a woman got hurt,

now a man is dead.

Yeah, what are you trying to say?

Look, how many times

have you seen a child fall

and barely miss the edge of

the table with their head?

Why is it so rare

that they hit it?

Get to your point.

Look.

What are you doing?

You're embarrassing yourself.

When he's near,

everything goes wrong.

Toast falls jelly-side down,

children hit tables

and people get hurt.

Hey. The police do not want to

hear this stuff, Ramirez. Okay?

So just stop. Now.

Sometimes he

takes human form

and torments the damned on

Earth before stealing them away.

Where I come from,

we call it

The Devil's Meeting.

Is this guy for real?

Look, I'm sorry. Ramirez.

You must consider

that one of those people

might be the Devil.

All right. Come on.

I need you to stop

telling campfire stories

and get your head

in the game.

It's okay.

It's all right.

Markowitz, look at this guy right here.

Yeah.

Lights go down,

they come back up,

he's closer,

but he's moving away.

What were you

saying about the guard?

All right. Yeah.

He's a real piece of work.

Assault, assault,

assault.

Beat a guy into a coma with

a baseball bat. That's great.

These the kind of guys

you hire for security?

Like I said,

he's just a temp.

Some temp.

Could that mirror break

from him hitting it?

Then how did...

What's that cop

doing out there?

He's probably

trying to figure out

which one of us

is the murderer.

In the story, men would always

try to fight him with force,

but some battles

can't be fought with weapons.

Will you all

please clear a space

between

the camera and the body

so I can see him?

Don't touch the body.

This is a crime scene now.

Though I know

you're stuck in there,

I expect you to

do as little damage to it

as humanly possible,

got it?

Any luck with

the elevator company?

They're out of business.

I guess that figures.

A shard of glass sliced

up and into the jugular.

This is definitely

not an accident.

Who chooses a contained room with

three witnesses for a killing?

Unless they're so worked up,

they can't control themselves.

These people are shook up,

but they don't look murderous.

I'm missing something here.

I need a volunteer

to help me out.

There's a piece of paper

hanging out of his pocket.

Very carefully, I want you to take

it out and hold it up to the camera.

"Vince. "

It looks like "McCormick. "

The return address is for

the Better Business Bureau.

They have an office

on 35.

You got a freight elevator? Yeah.

I've never seen

a person die.

Neither have I.

It's pretty awful, huh?

So, what, you have?

Yeah, I spent some time

in Afghanistan.

You see some things

you wish you hadn't.

Wait, so you've been

trained to kill people?

Ooh-rah.

How's your jumper

shaping up?

Hey.

Can you take a look at this suicide

note? Most of it makes sense,

but then it ends with, "I can hear

the Devil's footsteps draw near. "

Usually, suicide notes are

either all crazy or all rational,

but this one's both.

It's strange, isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

This one?

Elevator key.

Key's not catching.

All right.

Try the Halligan.

Something's jamming it.

Look, if I can...

If I can get up there, I can maybe

figure out what's wrong with this thing.

I'm a mechanic. I'm pretty

good with this sort of thing.

He's trying to escape.

He's trying to escape.

He's trying to escape!

He's trying to escape!

Stop! Stop!

Stop it!

Stop! What are you doing?

What the hell are you doing?

We're all gonna stay right

here until this thing is over.

You knew what I was doing!

I told you what I was doing!

I don't know you!

It's not our policy to

discuss cases under review.

It kind of damages the reputations

of our member businesses.

Look, someone just killed him

on his way here.

I need to know who knew he was

coming here and who wanted him dead.

The line would

stretch around the block.

The guy was a real scumbag.

Three years ago, he started

one of those Ponzi schemes

and when it collapsed, a lot

of people lost their asses.

One guy even

killed himself over it.

Do you have a list of people

that got burned by him?

Yeah, the ones that filed.

I'm gonna need it.

So, what do you say we get to know

each other a little bit better?

Here. Come on.

Frisk me. Search me.

See that I'm not carrying

anything suspicious.

Come on!

You're next.

There's a good chance one

of our people didn't sign in.

How's that?

'Cause that person

might be on this list.

What's this?

Our victim lost a lot

of people a lot of money.

These are the ones

that filed complaints.

The killer's probably smart

enough not to be on both lists.

Look for the one

that didn't sign in.

Did you just want video

of the guy who died,

or also the girl

that got hurt?

All of it since they got in the car.

Okay.

Detective.

You see?

That's what

you're talking about?

Everybody believes

in him a little bit,

even guys like you

who pretend they don't.

What's this?

An apology note left at

the site of a hit-and-run.

My wife and son were killed down

on Bethlehem Pike five years ago,

but that's okay, because

whoever did it is sorry.

You can tell

by the heartfelt apology

on the back of

a car wash coupon.

So, no, I don't believe in

the Devil. We don't need him.

People are bad enough

by themselves.

Stop the tape.

Back it up.

Faster, faster.

There. Now, play it.

She was acting

like he grabbed her.

What is she up to?

Folks, do me a favor, keep

your hands off each other.

Leave the police work to me.

I'll be in there any moment.

Won't I?

Stop it.

I don't like him touching me.

He's touching me.

I don't like it!

Stop pushing him onto me.

Stand back.

Hell, no.

I know you're not doing

what it looks

like you're doing!

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