No One Lives Page #3

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is about eight months old.

Lab tests prove that this is

Emma Ward's blood on the glass.

Now we must continue our investigation

under the premise

that she is out there somewhere.

Narrator:
The Ward family is offering

a $2 million reward

for any information leading

to the recovery of their daughter.

Up next, Kansas City authorities

are still searching

for a 20-month-old toddler

after her sudden disappearance

from her home three weeks ago.

"American Crime"...

- ( TV off )

- Jackpot.

And the driver of the car...?

Is the maniac who did all that.

That b*tch has "payday"

written all across her face.

Yeah, and a trail of heat

from here to Oregon

hunting for the motherf***er

who kidnapped her.

Hoag, we're not talking about

some nickel-and-dime

highway robbery bullshit.

- ( Men speaking softly )

- Emma,

you know we're only here

to help you, right?

Hoag:

...But this presents...

- ( spits )

- ...complications.

( Hisses )

Tamara:

Hoag?

- A word.

- Amber:
Denny.

Stay here.

I want this motherf***er found.

Denny:
We searched for the guy.

I think he hoofed it into the woods.

Well, you didn't look

hard enough.

Flynn:
At least we know

he's not gonna go to the cops.

Hoag:

The man who did this

doesn't forget

the man who crossed him,

and neither do I.

Get Ethan out of here.

Put him in the shed.

We are gonna

clean this mess up.

( M utters )

Denny:
Why are we the ones moving him

all over this f***ing country?

We should bury him proper.

Flynn:

I ain't digging that hole.

( Denny grunts )

Jesus.

That should keep

the flies off him.

Now go clean up

the back of the van.

That's bullshit.

I picked him up.

I told you.

You should have listened to me.

I need to know exactly

what we're dealing with.

Where's the girl-- Betty?

Dead.

I guess he was done with her.

What?

No, he would never do that,

not to her. You--

you guys f***ed up.

You really f***ed up.

Am I right in guessing

your friend will be heading our way?

I am asking you a question.

- ( Bones crack)

- ( grunting )

Stop her!

Stop. Stop"

or it will be your brains

running down those stairs.

Then you'd better

get yourself a mop.

(c*cks gun )

Oh, that's fine.

My best hope of escape is while

he's killing the whole bunch of you.

So I'll just wait.

(whirrs)

( beeps )

( blade rings )

You're telling me

that chick is worth $2 million?

Yep.

Denny, stop f***ing counting the cash.

Start loading the guns.

Watch this b*tch.

If she moves, waste her.

Tamara, after we take off,

lock this place down.

Shoot anything

that comes through the door.

Wait, wait, wait,

what do you mean, we?

This prick is not gonna

find himself now, is he?

Well, shouldn't one of us hang back

and protect the girls?

Nobody's hanging back.

We're hunting this motherf***er

and we are gonna burn him down.

Denny:

What, as-- as on fire?

Flynn:
It's a figure of speech,

you idiot.

Hoag:

Come on!

I want this motherf***er dead.

Argh!

(groaning )

Hoag!

( Screaming )

Motherf***er.

Tamara:

F***. Sh*t.

( Gunfire popping )

- Tamara:
You see him?

- Where the f*** are you?

Come out and fight

like a man, b*tch.

Tamara:

Get back in!

F***. I'm f***ing shot.

- Denny.

- Am I f***ing dying?

- Denny.

- Am I dying?

- F*** me. I can't believe it.

- Where's Hoag?

- Gone.

- Gone? What does he mean, gone?

- He's gone. He's gone. He got him.

- ( Amber sobbing )

( Denny sobbing )

F***ing Flynn, give me

some f***ing help here.

- Denny:
Am I f***ing dying?

- Tamara:
Get up, get up.

( All chattering )

Tamara:
We're losing a ton

of blood here. Get him to the couch.

Where's my dad?

- Denny:
I don't know. I don't know.

- Flynn:
Let me look at it.

- Denny:
There's a lot of blood.

- Let me look at it!

It's just a flesh wound, all right, man?

You're gonna be all right.

You're not going

back out there.

I'm not leaving without Hoag.

Hoag is history.

F*** you, Flynn.

He wouldn't leave without you.

In case you haven't noticed,

he's everywhere.

So if you want to take your sweet tits

and get shot off, be my guest!

(coughing )

Motherf***er.

What's he doing?

He's trapping us.

If you hadn't killed

all those f***ing people...

Killed what people?

- Killed what people?

- None that concern you!

Flynn, you might want to drop

the bad guy routine.

I'm your path to living,

and you seem to be bent

on playing the dying game.

Well then, we're gonna

die together, b*tch.

(machine whirring )

( metal clanging )

(groaning )

So, what are you,

the leader here?

You are playing this all wrong.

My people are gonna find you

and they're gonna f***ing kill you.

Man:
Who knows?

You might all be heroes.

Well, not you.

(grunting )

( screams )

You motherfucking cocksucker.

F***.

You must be satisfied

to go from leader to martyr.

Any thoughts?

( Screams )

Hello?

(whimpering )

I can get the girl for you.

I can get the girl for you.

You can go on your way.

No. No.

You see, I'm planning on handling

that little task on my own.

I thought you were gonna help me

get things back to the way they were.

Can you do that--

turn back time?

- Hoag:
No.

- Man:
No.

You know what I hate

about the common criminal?

They're so mediocre.

Please, what the f***

are you talking about?

Man:
It's in mendacity

that we achieve our very best.

Is this your best?

F*** you.

Man:
Because I am not

even close.

- Let me up. Let me up.

- You know who I am?

Man:

Who am I?

Who...

am I?

Hoag:
I don't know.

A serial killer?

Man:

A serial killer?

Sweet Jesus, no.

Serial killers deal in singularities.

I'm a numbers guy,

which makes me

a total psychopath.

Admittedly, there are a few things

that might stereotype me--

fixations, rituals,

trophies.

Case in point.

But what really motivates me

is the absolute need

to get the job done.

How many are in the house?

Do your math, quick.

Five. There's five.

Including my Emma?

Oh, you're under the impression

she's one of you, huh?

( Chuckles )

Okay, you've served your purpose.

Any last words?

Pity.

Concise,

not terribly clever,

but the clarity of the intention--

crystal clear.

However, no.

- No, please.

- ( thumping )

( Hoag grunting, screaming )

I bet you want to kill the man

who did this to you.

Your powers of perception

are staggering.

Why you?

I guess you could say

he loves me.

Today we're gonna advance

to something much more challenging.

Let's meditate for a moment

on the power you have

over living things.

The only thing

keeping you in here

is me.

Anything happens to me,

and you die.

Fun fact--

there are documented cases

in which prisoners

found in cages

long after their captors

surrendered,

left to their own, final,

desperate measures,

actually cannibalized

themselves.

You know what the technical term

for that is?

Please stop.

Sarcophagy-

Emma,

listen to me carefully.

When the arterial vein is sliced,

the body tends to bleed out

within 10 minutes.

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