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I thought I was alone,

but I'm sure someone else was there.

That... thing. It was waiting for me.

How did you know to turn off the lights?

Who cares? It worked.

Yeah, but how did you know?

Instinct.

Instinct?

Yeah.

You know what? You're a terrible liar.

You say that like you know me.

What else aren't you telling me?

Well, um, lets see.

On my sixth birthday,

my best friend at that time, Scott Tibbs,

stabbed me with a rusty nail.

I didn't tell you about that.

I didn't tell you my last girlfriend,

a feminist vegan punk,

broke up with me

because she thought I was too angry.

Uh, I haven't told you that one of my toenails is slightly...

Just stop it.

You knew to turn off these lights.

What-ever.

I'm dealing with a juvenile.

You wanna know?

Yeah!

Here it is.

Oh god...

W...where did you get this?

It was in your wallet,

behind the photo of your daughter.

W...why didn't you show me this before?

I couldn't.

I'm sorry.

What are you doing to them, you bastard?

Okay... okay..

Okay, I've got to think now...

Think about this...

you don't need a gun to kill Adam.

When there's that much poison

in your blood, the only thing left to do

is shoot yourself.

What are you doing?

Hey!

What the hell are you doing?

Adam, listen to me.

I want you to play along with me on this.

You got that?

So you uh, still want that cigarette?

Um... yeah, sure.

There! I've done it!

I've killed him with the poison,

just like you wanted.

Now where's my family?! Where are they?!

Jesus Christ!!

What?

I just got electrocuted!

What?

That was our way out!

Did you hear what I said?

Get this thing off me! Get it off!

Stop acting!

You think I would make that up

just to mess up

your stupid f***ing charade?

All right, that's it!

Ah, damn it!!

I remember everything now.

I remember how I got here.

Great.

Is someone there?

I can hear you.

What the...?

Christ!

What the...

Who is that?! Who's in there?!

Come on out! I'll kill you, you motherf***er!

Who is this?

Daddy?

Diana?

Daddy, is that you?

Yeah baby, it's me. I'm here.

I'm scared, Daddy.

Don't worry honey,

everything's going to be okay.

Where's Mommy?

She's here with me.

Let me talk to her sweetie,

okay? Put Mommy on.

The bad man from my room is here.

He has us tied up

and he has a gun.

W...what man?

Please come home Daddy!

Hello? Hello? Diana?

Diana! Diana!

Larry?

Ally? Is that you?

Is Adam there?

How do you know?

Ally, what is going on?

Don't believe Adam's lies.

He knows you.

He knew all about you before today.

Hello? Ally? Ally?

Hello?

God damn you!

If you so much as lay a finger on them,

I'll kill you! You hear me?

You son of a b*tch! I'll kill you!

Are they okay?

My wife, she uh, she mentioned your name.

What did she say?

She told me... not to believe you.

Believe me about what?

She told me you knew me.

Who are you?

You know who I am.

Stop the lies! You're a liar!

I need to know the truth!

I'm a liar?

What did you do last night, Lawrence?

Work at a hospital? Saving sick children?

You told me that after you left your house

last night, you went to work at a hospital.

That's because it's the truth.

No, it's not. Your wife is right, Larry.

You don't recall getting your picture taken

in that parking lot?

I can prove that you didn't go

anywhere near a hospital last night.

It's not the first time

I've done it either, Larry.

I've been taking pictures of you

for a few days now.

But... why?

You wanna know what I do? I get paid

to take pictures of rich guys like you

who go to seedy, out-of-the-way motels

to f*** their secretaries.

Last night I went to your house.

I watched you leave.

I followed you

all the way to that shitbag hotel.

You've uh, had these with you the whole time?

I found them, in there with the hacksaws.

I don't know how they got there.

Yeah, right. You're so full of it!

Aww, face it, Larry, we're both bullshitters.

But my camera isn't.

It doesn't know how to lie.

It only shows you what's put right in front of it.

Just out of curiosity,

what did you do in that motel room?

You got out of there pretty fast.

Why did you um, deem it necessary

to page me when you knew I was at home?

I didn't know if you were going to make it.

But I gave you a precise time

at which to page me.

You can't do that.

It's not like I know the rules

for this sort of stuff.

What's wrong, Dr. Gordon?

Look, it was wrong for me

to make you come here.

But I thought we-

-Please.

I'm sorry.

You tell anyone you were here?

No.

Hello?

It's for you.

For me?

Hello?

I know what you're doing... Doctor.

I-

I have to go.

What happened?

I've got to go.

Who was it?

Who was what?

The person who paid you to follow me,

who was it?

He calls himself Bob

and he gives me the money up front.

Two hundred bucks a night.

If I'd have known I was gonna end up here,

I would've asked for a hell of a lot more.

What does that mean?

Does that mean you saw what happened to me?

What I saw was you get into your car.

That's it.

I didn't ask your name.

I didn't know who you were.

I don't know how I got here,

I don't know how you got here.

I just took the shots

and went straight home to develop them.

Next thing I know, I'm chained to a pipe

in some prehistoric bathroom,

staring at the guy

I've been taking shots of all night.

Clearly, whoever paid you to take the pictures

of me is the one who put us in here.

Maybe.

Maybe? What do you mean maybe?

Of course it is! What did he look like?

I don't know, he was just a guy.

Was he tall, was he skinny, obese, what?

I don't take notes about his appearance.

You must remember something about him.

I can't.

You're telling me you don't remember a thing about the guy?

I told you, I-

Oh for f***'s sake! I give up!

He's a tall black guy,

he's got a scar around his neck, okay?

Tapp!

Detective Tapp!

Whoa, the guy who paid me to take these photos

was not a cop.

No, no, he was discharged

from the police force.

He broke down after his partner was killed,

but that didn't stop him from harassing me.

The guy became obsessed.

He's convinced himself that I must have

somehow been involved with the murders.

He's... he's crazy.

And you helped him.

You took money from him

to invade my privacy.

How could you do that?

Call it my need to eat.

Right, right.

You know what, Adam?

You're not a victim of this game,

you're a part of it.

Oh, really?

Obviously this cop thinks

you're the one behind it all.

I told you, he's not a cop.

He's a bottom feeder, just like you.

What are you more pissed off about?

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