Devil Page #5

I called his office and his secretary

said he'd call me right back.

Back up! Heads up, heads up! Come on!

Heads up! Back up!

Move out of the way!

Get away! Back up!

What happened?

Anybody see what happened?

Medic!

He came through the door.

Breathe. Breathe.

Lustig.

Back away!

Back away! Move back!

Get everybody back.

Back away!

Put your hands

back on the wall.

It hurts.

Put your hands

back up on that wall.

Or what?

Just leave her alone.

She's in pain.

Don't you see

what she's doing?

Chick's a twist.

What are you talking about?

Yeah, that's what we used to call

people like her in the Marines.

Suddenly out of the blue, everybody

would start fighting with each other.

Tempers would flare, people

would start getting hurt.

But then we realized

it's just the new guy

telling everybody

what other people said,

stirring sh*t up

where there wasn't any.

Until one night when we beat the

living sh*t out of that twist.

And then, just like that,

everything would

go back to normal.

Are you threatening me?

I just want you to know

that I know.

Why don't you just shut up and

keep your hands on the wall?

Sarah Caraway's husband

won't talk to us.

He lawyered up.

Her lawyer told me

she's locating all his money.

I bet she's about to leave

him and he might know it.

That would definitely

give him motive to kill her.

But if he's trying

to kill his wife,

why are Jane Kowski

and Vince McCormick dead?

This is Matt with

Caraway Security.

I need someone

from maintenance

to come down and

shut the bay doors.

Sarah Caraway's husband doesn't

own Caraway Security, does he?

Meet me in the office!

He's not done yet.

It's the Kensington sniper

all over again.

What's a Kensington sniper?

A few years ago, a guy shot four

strangers and then his own wife,

trying to make a personal

killing look like a serial.

The guard works

for the woman's husband.

I think the two victims

were just a decoy.

The guard is

gonna kill her.

I need to be in that elevator right now!

Move!

Right.

Please don't let him

kill me, Ben.

I won't.

Come over here next to me

and I'll keep you safe.

Don't worry. Come on.

Hold up your cell phones.

Use the screens

as flashlights.

Don't let it go dark

in there.

Keep the light on each other.

Keep shining it all

around the elevator.

Don't you do it.

Don't you do it.

It just doesn't

make any sense.

Oh, my God. It is you.

Please, lady.

They can't hear you. You

don't have to pretend anymore.

We both know who did this.

Yeah, we do.

Put down the glass and get

your hands on the wall now!

I should kill you

right now.

I should kill you right now

before you try anything else.

I should cut you right now.

And what'll be

your defense? Huh?

"She killed them all,

so I had to kill her"?

Yeah, something like that.

You take me down,

they're pinning all of

this on you and you know it.

A big,

tough guy like yourself.

This is what he does.

He wants us to

doubt everything.

Markowitz.

Markowitz?

We're getting close, boss.

Hurry up!

How would I do it?

Do what?

According to your story,

how would I save them?

There's no easy answer.

You're never

gonna get these people

to see themselves

as they really are

'cause it's the lies

that we tell ourselves,

they introduce us to him.

Look at what you're doing.

Don't think

just because I'm a cop

I don't know what you're

going through right now.

I've been to hell.

Six months ago, I...

...checked into a hotel and

I nearly drank myself to death.

The thing is, when

you're self-destructing,

it looks like

it's the world's fault.

Like you're dealt a series of

sh*t hands, but that's not real.

Okay? It was all on me. All of it.

I realized my only way out of

hell was to take responsibility

for what I had become.

You are responsible for this.

You realize that,

don't you?

Take responsibility

for what you're doing.

Put down the glass.

Put down the glass.

I'll put this down

if you do, too.

Okay?

We'll call a truce.

Good.

You're doing the right thing.

Sir, we found a woman who thinks

she knows someone in the elevator.

Send her in.

No.

Get in there!

Get in there! Now!

We're through!

CHOl:
This is the woman

I was telling you...

Hold her outside!

Tony.

You know him?

He's my fianc. He had a

job interview here today

and he didn't want to

bring his tools in with him.

I was late picking them up.

Tony what?

Janekowski.

Tony Janekowski.

Jane Kowski is Janekowski?

He signed in.

Then who is...

Come on, breathe. Right

there. Come on, breathe.

Breathe! Come on,

come on. Please breathe.

It's her! It's her.

Get in there already.

Who are you?

Today?

I'm an old woman.

Grab her

the moment you get in.

Are you ready for

your turn, Anthony?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

The whores, the liars,

the cheats and the deserters,

it's always the same thing.

You know who I am now.

Yes?

Take me.

I intend to.

No, take me instead.

I deserve this.

You don't

believe that.

Yes. Yeah, I do.

I should never have left.

It's my fault.

It's all my fault.

You think you can make

some kind of bargain?

Take me instead. Please.

Stop saying that!

You think this will

make you good?

You're not good.

I know.

You think you can make up

for the choices you made?

No.

You think you can

be forgiven?

No.

Channel eight.

I killed a mother and her son

on Bethlehem Pike

five years ago.

Uh.

It was a hit-and-run

and I was never caught.

I'm so sorry.

No.

Damn.

I really wanted you.

Come on, come on, come on!

Where is she?

Where'd she go?

I'll take him in.

That was my family

on Bethlehem Pike.

That was my son.

I've been waiting for

this moment for five years.

All the things

I'd say to you

and what I'd do.

The thing is...

...I forgive you.

After my mother would finish her

story, she would always comfort us.

"Don't worry," she'd say.

"If the Devil is real,

then God must be real, too. "

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