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Come inside.

You can call your family,

let them know

where you are.

You wanna do that?

- Call somebody?

- (CHUCKLES)

Come on.

Come on.

(SIGHS)

It's okay.

- Listen to me, okay?

- We're gonna help you.

Listen to me. (WHISPERS)

They will kill you.

Who?

I saw the phone. I saw

everything on the phone.

I know.

I wish you hadn't seen that.

I can't give it to you.

What do you mean?

Yes, you can.

It's more than you.

Just give me the phone

and let me go, please.

I have to go.

You don't understand.

- I wanna help you.

- Give me the f***ing phone!

- F***!

- BREA:
No, no.

- F***!

- Oh, my God.

- Brea.

- Hold on!

- Brea!

- Come back here!

- Sh*t.

- BREA:
Come back.

- Brea, don't go out there.

- She's not giving it to me.

- BREA:
Hold on.

- JOHN:
Brea.

BREA:
Come here.

Wait, I'll give it to you.

CARA:
She's got it

and I said to her.

(PANTING) Okay, Red.

I got them to come out.

She's bringing the phone

right now.

I told you we could do this.

Baby, I got it.

RED:
Slow, slow down.

You're telling me...

You're telling me

that you don't

have the phone?

I was gonna get it from her,

but you got

to close the deal, right?

Because I got them,

I got them worked out.

But we're gonna do this

together, right?

We're a team. We can do this,

baby. I told you.

(BOTH GASP)

Oh, f***.

(EXHALES)

I want my phone back.

Now.

Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay.

Hold. Check this out.

There's only one person

in this house

that knows

where that phone is.

And that's her.

Let us go back in the house,

we'll get you your phone,

bring it to you, nobody has

to get hurt, all right?

All right?

All right.

Brea. Brea, come here.

Come on, Brea. Let's go.

Brea.

F***, f***, f***.

Where are they?

Why aren't they here yet?

It's dead.

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

Holy sh*t.

- (C*CKS GUN)

- What the f*** are you doing?

What are you doing?

(WHISPERS) I have a plan.

Okay. Listen,

give me the phone.

- No.

- Let me go out there.

I'll talk to him.

I'm a negotiator.

This is what I do.

Trust me, Brea.

We're not gonna

fight these bullies.

Brea, please,

let's not fight right now.

I'm not giving you the phone.

- We'll wait for the cops.

- Let's wait for the cops.

- Cops.

- JOHN:
Let's just wait

- for the cops to get here.

- We're in a f***ing

glass house,

they'll shoot their way in.

They just f***ing killed

a girl out there.

What do you think

you're gonna do?

Whose hands

is that blood on? Hers.

D, you're trippin'. Let's wait

for the cops to get here.

- (CELL PHONE RINGING)

- Answer the phone.

Answer the phone.

We got to turn it off.

That's how they've been

tracking us the whole time.

That's how they know

we're here.

- JOHN:
Turn it off.

- F***, f***, f***, f***.

- JOHN:
Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa!

- Give me the phone.

- Give me the phone.

- D, put the gun down, man.

We ain't playing

no more games,

- no more f***ing games!

- JOHN:
Darren.

Give me the f***ing phone.

No.

- Give me the phone.

- BREA:
What are you doing?

- You know what I'm doing.

- You're f***ing high, man!

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

- Darren.

- Shut up.

You f*** my girl,

you remember that?

- Chill. Chill. Chill.

- Back up. Back up.

You want your man to live?

Give me the phone.

You do this,

they're gonna kill us.

They're gonna kill you.

Just give me the phone

and I'm gonna protect us.

Give me the f***ing phone.

JOHN:
All right.

Just give it to him.

- Yeah.

- Just give it to him.

DARREN:
I got this.

(RINGING STOPS)

Come on, come on, come on.

- Phone...

- JOHN:
Just give it to him.

All right. Stay in here.

- Don't do this.

- I got this.

- D.

- I got this.

D. D.

- (FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

- We got to get out of here.

DARREN:
Oh, God.

BREA:
(WHISPERS) Baby...

DARREN:
Gentlemen...

There's been

a huge misunderstanding.

I wanna apologize for all

the bullshit that's going on.

And obviously,

you have the power.

We wanna get you

your phone back, all right?

But you have my girl, man.

And I need her back.

JOHN:
I think

it's the basement.

(BREA WHIMPERS)

(BREA GASPS)

Oh. Oh.

Oh, come on.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Okay. Let's see

if we can lift it,

come on. Let's try it.

(SHUSHING)

All right. Go, go, go.

Okay. Let's try to lift it.

(METAL CREAKING)

JOHN:
Look, look.

BREA:
Okay. Wait, wait.

- What do you see?

- Nobody's there.

There's just some wood,

nothing.

You okay? Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah. Okay.

All right. All right,

I'm gonna try and lift it.

You go out, get the wood,

maybe we can wedge it, okay?

Okay.

Okay. Hey, be careful.

Come on. Let's do it.

(JOHN GRUNTING)

- Hurry up. Hurry up.

- (GRUNTING)

DARREN:
Gentlemen,

we're all sensible here.

Here's your phone.

All right?

My other two friends, they're

about a mile down the road.

They're gone.

It's just me here.

Please, let me get my girl.

Gentlemen, you got your phone,

I need my girl.

That doesn't have

to be a problem.

RED:
Hey, you sure

about that?

She's not part of

this whole thing, man.

I need my girl back.

Now I got your phone,

but I need my girl.

The phone has

been unlocked.

(STAMMERS)

Oh, f***.

Now listen, I sent the

girl to get the phone.

See if you've been looking

into my business.

Now we gave her my word

that if she came back

without it,

or if it'd been

compromised in any way,

that I would f***ing kill

her, you understand me?

Okay. Let's take a...

(STAMMERS)

Let's take a step

back here, all right?

Listen.

I will shoot you,

motherf***er...

- (GUN FIRES)

- (MEN GRUNTING)

DARREN:
No.

(GROANING)

No.

(GASPING)

(WHIMPERING)

B. B.

RED:
Let's finish this.

Come on. Come on.

Guys, find the case.

Let's do this.

Let's go, move.

Oh, sh*t.

(BREA GRUNTS)

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Oh, sh*t.

- B?

- Come on, baby.

B!

BREA:
Open.

Come on, come on. Come on.

(GRUNTING)

(BOTH PANTING)

(BOTH YELP)

- Oh, crap!

- Stay down, stay down.

Come on, come on.

Go look over there.

Oh, my God. I have the case.

- We're gonna call for help, huh?

- Okay.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Sh*t.

Move, move.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

(TWIGS SNAPPING)

I will f***ing find you!

You hear me?

Okay. Come on. Come on.

(SHUSHING) Come on.

- I'm sorry.

- Come on. Come on.

(ENGINE STARTS)

RED:
Check behind the trees.

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(JOHN GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

Argh!

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

(RED SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

BREA:
What do you think?

Should we check it out?

RED:
I'm coming for you!

Let's go.

Okay.

(ENGINES REVVING IN DISTANCE)

(GRUNTS)

(BREA PANTING)

CROWD:
(ON TV) Hallelujah.

Salvation is to the name...

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- Hi.

- Hi, sir.

Hi, sir. Um...

This is hard to explain,

but can we please come in

your house just for a minute?

Um... We just need to use

your phone, okay? Please.

MAN:
Okay. Come on in.

- Thank you.

- Thanks.

BREA:
He has a computer.

I copied a bunch of photos

to my phone.

I'm gonna try to upload

the information,

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