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get it to Carl, yeah.

Do it.

BREA:
Um, sir,

may I use your computer?

Yeah, you can use it.

It's very old.

It's fine. It's just...

You have Internet?

- Yes, I do, right here.

- Okay. Thank you.

- Hello?

- OPERATOR:
911

- What's the emergency?

- Thank you so much.

Yeah. I need help right now.

(POWERING UP)

They were shooting at me

and my girlfriend.

- Ma'am, please. Please.

- Is anybody hurt?

I don't know

where I'm at, ma'am.

I'm... I'm not

from around here.

I think it's off of

Chickasaw Road or...

OPERATOR:

Stay on the phone, sir.

I'll talk you through this.

(EXHALES)

Come on, come on, come on.

MAN:
(ON TV) God Almighty.

Okay. Thank you.

MAN:
(ON TV)

Salvation is to the...

(GUN C*CKS)

(MAN SCREAMS)

(GROANING)

- (GROANS)

- BIKER:
Yeah.

(BIKER LAUGHING)

(MAN SCREAMS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

- (GROANS)

- (GRUNTING)

(BIKER GROANS)

(YELLING)

(BIKER SCREAMING)

You b*tch!

JOHN:
Brea!

(PANTING)

Are you okay?

Yeah. Oh, my God.

(BREA SOBBING)

It's okay. Come on. We're

gonna go. We're gonna go.

- I can't.

- We're gonna go right now.

We're gonna go.

Come on, come on.

Did it work?

Did it work?

- No.

- Listen, listen.

I... I took that guy's

car keys.

I got the key. All right?

Take the keys. Get to safety.

- (SOBBING) No.

- Okay?

- No.

- I'm not gonna slow you down.

No, we're...

You're going with me.

Please, okay?

Take the keys.

I love you.

(SOBBING)

No.

Baby, no. Baby, no.

No, no, please.

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

No!

No. I'm sorry.

Oh, my God.

Oh, baby.

(SOBBING) You...

No, baby.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)

Come on, come on.

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

Come on.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

Come on.

F***, come on.

RED:
Billy.

Oh, f***. (BREATHING SHAKILY)

- (GUN FIRES)

- (YELPS)

(SCREAMING)

- Get out!

- BREA:
No!

- No!

- Get out! Get out!

No!

(BREA SCREAMING)

No! No! No!

RED:
Billy, Billy.

BILLY:
Yeah?

RED:
Let the lady go.

BILLY:
Get up, get up.

Where is it, huh?

(SPITS)

(SIREN BLARES)

Hold it right there!

(PANTING)

SALLY:
Put those hands up!

Now!

All right, ma'am.

You're okay. Shh.

(BREA WHIMPERING)

Nice and slow.

Don't you try anything.

It's okay.

Nice and slow.

(BREA SCREAMING)

(WHIMPERING)

It's a f***ing mess!

You know how much information

is on that phone?

That is why I've said over

and over that you erase it

and then you dump it

after every trip.

And that's why I tell my guys

to erase it after every trip.

You got a f***ing journalist,

a journalist

found on that phone?

Please tell me

you got it back.

Right here.

She got two calls off

to the station, two calls.

Do you understand that?

This is on you.

You f***ed up,

you clean it up.

Do you understand?

- I got it.

- (BREA WHIMPERING)

Hey, these girls are product.

They're not

for your f***ing pleasure.

Listen, I want you

to take her out,

find out who she talked to,

and dispose of her,

and then dispose

of that f***ing phone.

This is a

multimillion-dollar operation,

we are not

f***ing it up again.

Can I go now?

Let's get moving, Billy.

- Let's go.

- No.

(BREA SCREAMING)

DISPATCHER:
(ON RADIO)

Central.

Code three, code three,

shots fired.

This is Sheriff Marnes,

Deputy Lowe is down.

I repeat, Deputy Lowe

has been shot.

Two suspects on foot,

black male, mid-thirties,

black female mid-thirties,

possible home invasion,

drug deal gone bad.

(PANTING) Send backup.

- BILLY:
Hey, Fats, what's up?

- Hey.

(WHIMPERING) No. No. No!

No! No! Don't! Please,

look at me, look at me!

No! No! No!

(SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

BILLY:
Come on.

(SOBBING)

(SHIVERING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(GASPING)

(WHIMPERING)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

SALLY:
With all

due respect, sir.

We have these types

of things happen quite often.

No, sir, we have it

completely under control.

Well, we know

who the suspects are,

and I assure you

we are gonna find out.

I assure you

we are gonna find out

who killed Deputy Lowe.

Well, he was my partner, okay.

Yeah. I know.

We reached out to the family,

it's... It's awful.

All right, I'll get back

to you tomorrow.

They're coming by tomorrow,

yes. Okay, we'll go there.

Okay, sir, all right.

I appreciate that, sir,

thank you.

(WOMAN GROANING)

(BREA GASPS)

(WOMEN GROANING)

M... M...

Malia? Malia?

Malia?

(SOBBING)

Brea?

Malia, what are

you doing here?

Where's Darren?

What happened to John?

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Oh, God.

I left the house,

and they grabbed me.

I couldn't scream. I wanted

to help, but I couldn't.

I'm so sorry.

Don't... Don't do that.

Don't do that.

I'm so sorry, Brea.

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh, God.

They're coming.

They're coming.

Don't look at them,

don't look at them.

Don't look at them.

RED:
Help me get

the girls set up.

We got to be out of here

in less than an hour.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(EXHALES)

I might stay here

awhile, Billy.

Will you do the honors?

Done.

Time for lunch, ladies.

Hello, sleeping beauty.

Look at you.

(GROANS)

Hey.

You've been a naughty,

naughty girl, yeah?

You've been a bad, bad girl.

You know

what I'm gonna do, huh?

You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna keep you

just for me.

- Just for me, look at you.

- (GROANS)

RED:
This is for me.

(GROANS)

RED:
Your daddy is here,

all smiles now.

What's this? It's pretty.

You won't be needing this now.

Because I'm the boss.

And I kept you just for me.

You're gonna behave yourself.

Let's see

about this merchandise,

(UNBUCKLES BELT)

How does that feel, huh?

(SOBBING)

Brea.

- (SCREAMS)

- (BREA YELLS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(BREA GROANING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(BILLY SCREAMING)

(WOMEN GASPING)

Come on. Come on.

Come on, we got to go.

MALIA:
I can't walk.

I'll be back.

I'm coming back.

(PANTING)

No.

No.

(TRUCK HORN BLARES)

(EXHALES)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(PANTING)

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING

OVER SPEAKERS)

Help.

Can you please, I am...

- I was kidnapped...

- Oh, my God.

And I witnessed murders,

and there's these girls,

they need help.

Can you please

call the police?

- Hold on a second. Hang on.

- Thank you.

(PHONE RINGS)

Marnes.

- (ON PHONE) Waynewright.

- Carl.

All right,

I'll be right there.

CARL:
Okay, stay there.

I'm on it.

SALESWOMAN:
The Sheriff's

on her way, honey.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(WATER RUNNING)

(WATER STOPS)

Where is she?

She's in the bathroom.

- Is she armed?

- I don't think so.

You might wanna wait

in the back, Pat.

Okay, Sheriff.

CARA:
It feels a lot like

the Fourth of July.

(DOOR CLOSES)

SALLY:
I know

you're back there.

I need you to come out now.

- (DOOR OPENS)

- You're wanted for murder.

You're gonna shoot me?

Right here?

In front of all these cameras?

Hmm?

Big city journalist.

You think you're so

f***ing smart, don't you?

Look where you are now.

Proud of yourself?

Women,

girls,

caged like animals.

Treated worse than a dog.

F***ing traitor.

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