Desolation (2017) Script

[woman] Stop calling me that! [sobbing]

Monica!

My name is Monica!

It's not funny!

[sobbing continues]

Why are you smiling?! Stop smiling!

For once in my life, I wanted to be happy.

[no voice, static buzzing]


[lighter clicks, fire whooshes, Monica screams]


[children chattering in distance]


[giggles]

-Wanna take one real quick? -Okay.

Yeah, that's good.

Oh, yes. Do you know who that is?

-No. -That's Jay Cutter.

He's an actor.

He's cute.

[scoffs] Please. I'd fuck him if he had AIDS.

[chuckles] I'm sure you would.

And he's doing a movie here.

Where?

I don't know. Who cares?

He's doing a movie, and we work here.

I feel like I would've read that somewhere if they were doing a movie in Almyra.

Where?

The newspaper? You ever heard of that?

No, I ain't got no puppy. Anyway, I'm out of here.

Have fun. Love you.

Love you.

[sighs]

[metal clanging]

[Jay] Come on. Damn it.

Hi.

Need some help?

I forgot my breakfast.

Ate your money? It does that.

[coins clink]

Thank you very much.

It's why they keep me around.

I see you're very useful.

[woman sobbing] No! Stop it!

[man] Where do you think you're gonna go?

No... [panting]

[woman] Please let me go!

-[man] Shh! Just lean back. -[woman] Stop!

[woman] Oh, God, stop! No!

Rise and shine! Rise.

-Go away. -No, let's go.

It's another beautiful cold, gray day out.

Up and at 'em, sneaky girl. Let's go.

[sighs]

Why are you such a bitch?

You are going to work today.

Okay.

Hey.

He's been waiting for you.

What are you doing for lunch, Katie?

[thunder rumbles]

If you get bored, tell David here.

He'll have the PA take you home. This is yours.

Please stay as long as you like.

Just like what Mr. Cutter said, if you need anything, I'll be taking care of you.

Be right over there.

To have Jay Cutter's life. God, what I would do.

Ugh, what I wouldn't do.

He's tall. For an actor. Like six-foot?

Yeah. Flat on his back.

[both laugh]

Jeez. Broke da mold.

What?

That's what my mother would say.

-Oh, he broke da mold. -[chuckles]

[Jay and girl speaking indistinctly]

So do you cook? And is it good?

No, I don't. I don't cook.

No? Do you read?

-Let's sit over here. -Yeah.

-Really? Don't lie to me. -Mm-hmm.

Who's your favorite author? Sit there.

Uh... Bradley Spinellis?

Hmm. Not sure who that is.

Um... who's your favorite actor?

You have a good time?

Yeah.

[chuckles softy] Can tell.

I'm sorry, I did. Thank you.

You want to come in for a drink?

[chuckles]

Oh, I see.

You see what?

You got a guy.

No.

Mm-hmm.

I don't.

Why, do you have someone?

No.

Congratulations.

Right back at you.

-Stop. -What am I doing?

This smiling has nothing to do with you, okay?

So you're telling me that you haven't thought about me once?

We're not.

Look... I get it.

You don't know me.

Ask me anything.

Anything you want.

Tell me about Hollywood. What's it like?

A grind.

It doesn't look that hard on TV.

I know.

You watch all these famous people shopping, partying, you think, how hard can it be?

Then you're out there for five years.

10 years.

And you get desperate.

And you go mad.

And you'd do anything it takes to make it.

Because if you don't...

I'm sorry.

Maybe I just need to get out of here.

I feel trapped.

Mmm.

One second, Katie, I just want to pull up your notes, okay?

I gotta get this drive cleaned up.

[clock ticking]

This thing is so slow.

It's got a virus on it or something.

[taps tablet]

-Hmm. -Is my time up?

Um...

I thought you wanted to talk about the rape.

If that's what you want.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[breathing heavily]


You little whore. I hate you.

[laughs] I hate you, too.

Should I not have?

Don't be silly. So?

How was it?

Girl, you are killing me. Jesus.

Too bad he's leaving.

Yeah, it's too bad.

-What? -No, just too bad he asked me to go to Los Angeles with him.

-Shut the fuck up. -Just for a few days.

I know. Right?

Just be careful.

I will.


[electrical switches clanking]


[static buzzes]

Will you hit 5, please?

Jason. Welcome home.

How was, um...

-New York. -Right, right.

The part was fun. Easier than I thought.

[chuckles] Right. And this is?

Oh, I'm sorry, Katie, this is Father Bill O'Shea.

-Father, Katie. -Father, pleased to meet you.

Pleasure is all mine. Bill is fine.

They've been remodeling forever.

Always something new.

Sorry about that.

I don't care.

I'm in LA. It's a dream.

How long will you be staying?

Um... I'm not sure.

As long as I can keep her.

[chuckles] This is you.

-[elevator dings] -After you.

Nice to meet you, Father.

I'm sure we'll see each other again.

Have a nice day.

How'd they decide the apartment numbers?

Got me.

What's your number?

[Jay] They were supposed to put one on months ago.

I just stopped bugging.

Guess they're too busy making noise in the lobby.

It's a nice building, though.

Yeah, I got a great deal on it because of its history.

[chuckles softly] That's comforting.

Every old building in LA has a story.

A few high-profile suicides in the '60s, murders in the '70s.

Never really recovered.

[scoffs] Lovely.

-Stop it. -[chuckles]

Don't do that.

What?

Grab me like that. I don't like it.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

It's nice to be seen.

[cat meows]

This is Flirt.

Hi, Flirt. Hi.

That's weird.

[Jay] What?

That vibration.

I think it's coming from the floor.

You feel that?

-Oh, you're right. -That's serious energy.

-Never noticed it before. -I wonder what it's from.

[Jay] Come see where I want to spend all our time.

Jay, this is too much.

[Jay] It's what I was talking to my agent about.

He had my publicist get them.

[chuckles] Yes, I have my own private army.

-This must have cost-- -Free.

All free swag.

Try this on. I want to see how it works.

Works for what?

[indistinct conversations]

What do you think?

It's boring.

I'm never leaving.

Thank you. Here.

Oh! What's up, faggot? How you doing?

-Good. -When'd you get back?

This morning. This is Katie.

-Hey. -Hey.

What's up, buddy? This is...

-Jenna. -Katie.

Colin, I used to train Jay for his TV show.

-Train? -Colin's a personal trainer, the best.

-And an actor/writer. -Cool.

Hey, what's a trainer in LA? An actor who can count to 10.

This guy. Shut up, whore.

-At least I get laid. -I can get laid.

-No, rape doesn't count. -Oh, yes, it does.

-No, it doesn't. -No means yes, and yes means anal.

As a matter fact, I was raping this broad just last night, and she says to me, "Think of my family."

What a sicko, right?

Cut the shit. I'm serious.

-Where's the bathroom? -It's upstairs.

[sniffs deeply]

Oh, my God, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I-I can come back later.


Fuck.

[electronic music playing]


She is a Little miss Morality.

Jay, man, he sure knows how to pick 'em.

I swear to God, he's like one of those pigs that finds truffles in shit.

She's hotter than Monica, though.

[Colin] You mean Lacey.

[man] Oh...

[laughs]

Oh, God.

[Colin] Poor Monica.

-Hey. -Hey.

Who's Monica?

Busted.

It's Jay's ex.

She committed suicide.

-Set herself on fire. -What?

She set herself on fire.

I don't understand.

She... set... herself... on fire.

It's like one of those Vietnamese monks.

Monica was Vietnamese? I didn't know that.

[chuckles]

-Where's Jay? -I don't know.

He can't be far if you're here.

He's so into you.

No.

Oh, yeah.

You'd better not blow it. A guy like that?

Every girl in this place wants him.

Jay, he broke the mold.

What'd you say?

Don't blow it. It was nice meeting you.

[indistinct conversations]

[woman screaming]

Have you seen Jay? Jay Cutter?

[slow piano music playing]


Hey.

What is it?

Nothing. That was beautiful.


Yeah, dude, that would be great.

Oh, uh, jeez. Hold on.

Hold on. Just go on up, okay? I gotta take this.

Are you serious? Dude, that would be incredible.

Look, send it to me tonight.

I'll get started on it right away.

[loud clanging]

-Hello? -[girl's echoing laugh]

Is someone there?

Hello?

[loud clanging]

[Jay] Katie, are you all right?

Did you see that girl?

[Jay] What? What girl? What's going on?

So does anybody else live here, or do you own the place?

Hmm, it's mostly industry folk, Internet and reality stars.

Probably on sets or something. Never see anybody here.

So? How is it?

-Hey. -Hmm?

Oh, it's shit. It's pure shit.

Haven't read an original idea in a decade, and I am just tired of it.

Of what?

This, everything.

You're starting to sound like me.

Besides, it looks like you're doing all right for yourself.

Ah, they threw me scraps.

You'd be amazed how fast you can blow money out here.

The moment you catch a break, everybody just roots for you to self-destruct.

-Fuck 'em. -Yeah, well, I kind of did.

Chased a bottle of Xanax with a fifth of Jack.

I barely made it.

I can relate.

I actually saw that.

What happened?

Doesn't matter.

What matters is I have a reason to live.

What?

Nothing.

I'm gonna be right back.

I have to go get some sunscreen, so.


[metal music playing in distance]

[music volume increases]

-I'm sorry. -Hi. Are you new?

You're new. What's your hourly?

-I'm sorry. -What's your hourly?

-[Katie] Have you seen her? -[Jay] It's crazy, right?

She makes like 10k a month from dudes who jerk off while they watch her eat.

-Are you serious? -Yeah.

Have you ever seen the type of shit that's on the web these days, like, the dark web?

Sweet Jesus.

I don't even go on the Internet.

It takes all kinds. People are into some weird shit.

She's a little strange.

[both laugh]

Speaking of strange... what was up with that Colin guy?

Was he just drunk or is he always like that?

No, he's just a dick.

Well, I know he's your friend--

I use that term very loosely.

I told you, that's the way it is here.

They're all shallow sociopaths, walking clich├ęs.

Hey.

You don't think I'm like that, do you?

[clock ticking]

[thud]

[running footsteps]

Hello?

Who are you?

[echoing] Grace.

[static buzzing]

-Did you see that? -See what?

Just got up. I thought you were sleepwalking.

No, I'm awake.

What'd you see?

Nothing.

I think I was dreaming.

That's what it looked like to me.

What's wrong?

The audition?

I'm fine.

I'm a good listener.

Go back to sleep.

Have you seen my phone charger?

What?

It was right here. I know I packed it.

I don't know, babe. I gotta go.

Wish me luck.

Do you have an extra charger?

Not for that. I'm gonna be late.

[purring]

[no voice]

I got it.

Got the movie. What's wrong?

There was someone right outside.

What? Where?

Right here.

There was a guy. He had a camera.

[gasps] Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, he scared me.

He was staring straight at.

[gasps]

[laughing]

You are such a scaredy-cat. [laughing]

Let's have a drink.

I want to make a toast to even more exciting times to come.

[Jay chuckles]

So is it a good part?

It's pretty good. It pays well.

Should set me up nicely for a while.

I have to learn 10 pages by tonight, and I'm freaking out.

-Tonight? -I leave in three hours.

They fired the third lead, and I gotta get over there.

[scoffs] What about me?

It's a quick shoot. It's three days.

I'll be back before you know it. Just use the pool, read.

Treat it like a mini vacation.

I don't know, I don't even know anybody here.

Okay, how about this? Give it two days.

If you're miserable, I'll send a plane ticket, and we can just chalk it up to a nice little fling.

I can get Father Bill to take care of Flirt.

Flirt is fine.

Come on, please?

Aren't you happy for me?

Of course I am, Jay.

What would you do if the roles were reversed and you had to work, and you wanted me to stay?

[sighs softly]

All right, I'm sorry.

You're right.

I'm sorry. Look, it's three days.

That's it.

[grunts softly] Three days.

Piece of cake.

[car doors closing]


[Jay, dramatic voice] One man, one mission-- to stop the end of the world.

Jay Cutter is...

[normal voice] unavailable.

Hey, I just wanted to hear your voicemail.

It makes me laugh.

My phone's about to die. So just call me when you land.

Um... miss you already.

Bye.

[knock on door]

[Bill] Hello? Katie?

-[door opens] -Hi, Father.

-Come in. -Bill.

Call me Bill.

Coffee?

No thanks.

Um, Jay told me to check on you. How are things?

I'm good.

Really? You can tell me.

I'm fine.

So where is your church, Father?

8431 Sunset Boulevard.

I'm directly above you if you need anything.

Anything at all.

Are there any children here?

Like a little girl, brown hair?

That's what you are looking for, it'll cost you extra, but it can be arranged.

[laughing]

Just a little Jesuit humor. [snickers]

But to answer your question, no, Providence is not a place for children.

You have a good night now.

And if you need anything at all, you give me a call.

I'm right up there.


[low rumbling]

[static buzzing]

[rumbling continues]


Hey.

[man] Go away.

I'm sorry, I just felt the vibration.

[girl's echoing laugh]

[girl laughs in distance]


One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

[telephone rings]

-Hello? -[man] Is Grace available?

-Who's this? -I want to speak with Grace.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

[cell phone rings]

-Hello? -This is Charlie.

-This isn't a joke. -The man who raped you.

Oh, dear, what's the matter?

What's going on?

[Bill] You find it?

Cup of tea?

Are you sick?

Are you on any medication?

More than one?

Have you been having any... nightmares?

About this Grace, can I ask... what does this name Grace mean to you?

Well, my father loves Grace Kelly.

She was just so happy.

Never felt sorry for herself.

I always said that... if I had a daughter, that I would name her Grace.

"Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted."

Also in Matthew, "But Jesus said, 'Let the little children come to me.'"

Has anyone in your family been diagnosed with any mental illness?

Have you been diagnosed with mental illness?

Nightmares, hallucinations, loss of appetite, voices, paranoia.

Listen... have you even left the house since Jay left?

[line rings]

-Hello? -Debbie.

Hey. What's up? Hold on, hold on.

Go ahead. How's it going?

It's good, it's good.

Seen any celebrities?

Yeah, a few, I think. Jay is doing a film right now.

It's a really busy time for him.

Yeah? What about you?

Me? I'm fine, really.

Just, like--why?

[phone beeps] What's wrong?

Nothing. I've been trying to get in touch with you.

And the operator says that your phone's out of service.

I mean, I'm just glad to hear your voice.

Are you sure that's it?

Yeah, look, why don't you just take down this number?

818-775-8339.

And his address is 670 South Vine Street, Los Angeles, 90004, you got that?

Yes, I got it.

Look, I'm fine, okay? I told you.

I'm just thinking about coming home.

What's going on?

Nothing, just.. just new meds, just being silly.

You'll call me in the morning, right?

-Of course, girl. -I love you.

Hey, I'm sorry to do this, but it's fate, right?

-Excuse me? -It took me a second to realize it was you.

But it's you. You are way hotter in person.

I'm sorry, I think you have me confused with someone else.

I guess it's all taped ahead of time.

-You're just an actor. -I don't know what you're talking about.

You must shoot in Oregon. Right? 'Cause it's legal there?

-What's legal? -The odds. Who sets those?

Like Vegas? Can I at least get a picture?

Excuse me.

-[camera clicks] -Thanks.


Can I help you find something?

-You don't have it. -Sure, we do.

I'm looking. You don't.

So what is it? What's it look like?

I have this old cell that has two hooks on the edge.

And you click in it.

One second.

-Like this? -Yeah, that's it.

-Take it. -I don't understand.

We got a bunch in the back in storage.

-Go ahead, you can have it. -Really?

-Yes. -Thank you.


[door closes]

Do you live here?

[man] Do you live here? Huh?

Do you live here? Hey, do you live here?

Huh? Do you? Huh? Hey, do you live here? Huh?

[static buzzes]


[door opens, closes]

[footsteps]

Jay?

Is that you?

Jay? Is that you?

Hello?

Jay? Is that you?

Shit.


[gasps]

[muffled thump]

Get her! Get her!

Where you going? Get her. Come on!

The fuck you think you're going?

Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up.

Shh...

-Got her keys? -Yeah, man, I got her keys.

[man] Got her phone? I want that phone.

[man] I got her phone.

[door slams]

[telephone dials]

[woman] 911, what's your emergency?

-I need the police. -[pounding on door]

[man] Police, open up!

And they were all three wearing masks?

Yeah? And they just-- they just let you go?

And they only took your purse.

I know how ridiculous it sounds.

I think we should take you to the hospital.

No, really, I'm okay.

Can you remember anything else? Anything at all?

[sighs] It's strange. Pretty little thing like you.

You're lucky they didn't rape you.

Excuse me?

I mean, you're lucky.

These things usually wind up much, much worse.

It's fine. I'm just happy you guys got here so quickly.

Yeah. Fat woman called it in.

Can I help you with something?

You--you taking any prescription medications?

I'm not imagining this.

-Don't get hysterical. -Whoa.

-Would you care to explain this? -What?

Are you telling me you don't see that?

What am I supposed to be seeing?

Ow! What are you doing--ow!

Shut your fucking mouth, you dirty little whore.

There it is.

-[sobbing] -You make me sick.

Why don't you do us all a favor...

Beggin' for it! and slit your fucking wrists already?

[sobbing]

[crying]


[screams]

[static buzzing]


[line rings]

-This is Jay, just do it. -Shit.

[line rings]

This is Jay. You know the deal.

Jay, I need to speak to you. Call me.

This isn't happening. This isn't happening.

This isn't happening. It's going to be okay.

It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay.

-[line rings] -It's going to be okay.

-[Jay] Hey! -Jay.

-What's up? -I need to speak you.

Ha! just kidding. You got my voicemail.

-Obviously, I'm busy right now-- -Jesus Christ!

I'll speak you later. Thanks, bye.

This is all in your head. This is all in your head.

This isn't happening. This is all in your head.

This isn't happening. This isn't happening.

This is all in your head. This is all in your head.

This isn't happening. This isn't happening.

[jackhammer rattling outside]


[beep]

[Debbie] First thing, just like I promised.

Call me back. I'm worried about you.

-[beep] -Katie, you told me to call.

-Is everything all right? -[beep]

-Pick up the phone. -[beep]

-[line rings] -[woman] Hello?

Debbie.

Sorry, you got the wrong number.

Is this 607-733-2232?

Yeah, you got it. But there ain't no Debbie.

-Who is this? -[click, dial tone]

[dialing]

[line rings]

-What?! -Is this 765 Spalding Street?

For 20 years.

Listen, lady, the hoarder show is on.

-I gotta go. -[dial tone]

Shit.

[man laughing]

[overlapping voices chattering]

[voices and laughter fade]

[telephone rings]

-Hello? -[Jay]Hey. What's up?

They broke into the apartment. They took my purse, the keys.

-Calm down. -There's cameras everywhere.

They're watching me. They're listening.

What? Who?

They won't even let me leave. They know everything.

Do you know how crazy you sound?

You are acting so weird. You sound crazy.

So crazy. Are you on drugs?

Are you nuts?

That's it.

What's it?

Katie, you're scaring the shit out of me.

My psychiatrist's office.

The virus.

Psychiatrist's office? The virus? Are you sick?

They took my meds.

[crying] Why did you leave me?

I walked off set for you.

I'm probably going to get fired.

They knew about the rape. They knew about Grace.

Rape?

Who the hell is Grace?

It was before I met you.

Oh, my God, it was before I met you.

Are you saying I'm part of this conspiracy?

I'm leaving now.

I wouldn't do that.

Katie? Katie!


Stay the fuck away from me.

[electrical switches clanking]

Fuck it.


[elevator dings]

[elevator whirs]

[clank]

[elevator whirs]

[sobbing]

-Please, God, please! -[elevator dings]

[echoing] Why did you kill me?

I'm sorry, baby.

[crying] It wasn't my fault.

Father?

It's Katie.

Father?

There, there, child.

It's all right.

Jay called me.

I just want to help.

-[crying] -Give me the razor.

It's all right. It's all right.

I only want to help you.

It's all right, dear, no one is going to hurt you.

I just need to get out of here.

Of course, you can leave whenever you like.

Why are they doing this to me?

Katie, no one is watching you. No one is listening to you.

But--[sobs]

It's in your mind.

I imagine the Lord is speaking to you.

Why?

He wants to release you from your sins.

What?

Abortion is man's greatest sin.

I was raped.

Your little girl haunts you because you know what you did is wrong.

No. Fuck you.

Don't you see?

Your rape was God's blessing. You rejected his gift.

Let me leave.

You don't need anyone's permission.

You have the key.

Get the fuck out of my way.

Inside you know because you named her.

-Get out of my way! -Say her name.

-Say it! Say it! -No! No!

-Say her name! -[sobs] Grace.

There is no atonement!

Flirt? Flirt?

Have you seen a cat? I can't find my cat.

Come with me.

Flirt! [sighs] Flirt!


[grunting angrily]


One, two, three, four, five, six, seven!

[telephone rings]

[man] Is Grace available?

I'm gonna fucking kill you!

No, we are not going dark. That's not my department.

She isn't getting away.

She's probably in a ball in some corner.


-[board clatters] -Shit.

[door buzzer buzzes]

Hello? Hello, I'm looking for Kate Connor.

Katie? Katie? Katie!

-God damn it. -Hello? Hi?

[man] You gonna do it, you gonna do it, -you gotta do it! -[laughter]

[man on PA] Female officer, you have a five-minute warning.

Please come to holding.

[man] You ready? We gotta make this work.

Make it work. Give me that, give me that.

All right, all right, all right.

-[man laughs] -One, two!

Bitch got company! [laughs]

[indistinct conversation and laughter

[woman] Now, you remember your next line?

-[girl] Yeah. -[woman] Go ahead.

Why didn't you love me, mommy?

-[both laugh] -Perfect. Let me fix your mic.

There. -[echoing] It sounds all...

[laughs] funny!


I talked to her, and something was wrong.

Something is wrong.

I can feel it.

Well, I don't know about that.

They took off a few days ago.

He hasn't paid rent in months.

No way, she would've told me.


I'm the manager, and I'm sorry, but they're not here, they're not here.


Maybe I should just call the police.

Why don't I just show you his apartment so you can see for yourself?

Come with me.

It's right here.

Just gotta... get the right key here.

There we go.

He hasn't paid rent in months, you see.

Feel free to look around.

Maybe she left some of her stuff.

For a clue or something.

Go ahead, go check it out.

Yep, right in there.

Can you turn the lights on?

[chuckles] No electricity. He didn't pay his bills.

I seem to remember they'd left some stuff in a closet, I think.

Go ahead, I don't have all night.

There's--

Hello?

Hello?

[knob rattles]

Jesus.

Fucking Christ. Fucking scared me.

Sorry.

You gotta be strong.

[sighs]

Cop my ass. [grunts]

[woman groans]

Oh, God, no, Debbie.

Debbie! No.

-Debbie, run! -[woman groans]

Run!

-Debbie, run! -Katie?

-Debbie, run! -What the fuck?

-No!! -[gasps]

No!! [sobs]

No!

That was your choice.

Her blood is on your hands!


[muffled scream]

[telephone rings]

[Bill] My dear girl, don't make us come and get you.

It will get very, very messy.

[laughs]

Katie?

Just give them what they want.

I'll help you.

Fuck. She's on the move. Staging three.

Wrong.

Whoa. Okay...

You're gonna take me out of here, okay?

Katie... just... just put the-- just put the blade down, please.

They won't let us leave. It's not me.

I swear to God, I'm not part of this.

You take one more step, and I'm gonna cut him open.

Where do you think you're gonna go?!

Press the down. Press the door!

[Jay] They're gonna kill us both.

Shut the fuck up!

I didn't have a choice! You have to believe me!

I didn't think you would go through with it.

You were stronger than the others.

Go through with what?

They always bet that the girls kill themselves, and they always do.

It's just how and when. That's the gamble.

I won't do this.

I won't let you make me a part of this.

I won't. You hear me?

I won't let you make me a part of this!

You're already part of this, child.

There's only one way out of here.

Don't fight it, Katie.

Torture can be a spiritual experience.

Only when you're lost can you find yourself.

[Jay] Katie, do you really think they're gonna let you go?

Tell her it doesn't matter if she kills me.

-He's right. It won't. -I'll kill him.

There's too much money to be made from someone like you.

-I'll do it. -Go ahead.

-What? -I'll do it.

No, Katie, listen to me. You don't want to do this!

I'll do it. I swear to Christ I'll do it.

I'll break the fucking mold.

So will I. Just another actor.

A bad one at that. Think we can't replace him?

Katie, listen to me. There's a way out.

Shut up, Jay. Or I'll kill you myself.

-Fuck you! -You untalented, -washed-up piece of shit. -I set her up perfectly and you couldn't fucking deliver!

You have the easy part. Said she was a lock.

Your words.

Well, you couldn't finish the fucking job!

The job is getting done. I'm finishing the job.

You people are fucking psychopaths.

Katie, listen, there's a way out.

-Shut up! -All you gotta do--

I just want to go home.

You aren't going anywhere.

You're not going anywhere.

Jump.

Jump.

If you don't jump, I'm gonna have to start at your feet.

I'll cut them off first with a hacksaw.

Then I'll go for the drill, enter your spine.

You have no idea what it feels like.

Just end it now.

Go to the ledge, Katie.

Go on top of the ledge. That's it, good girl.

Good girl.

Now... jump.

Just do it.

That's it.

Good girl.

Now jump. Put an end to your silly life.

Now jump!

-[clang] -Is it a kill?!

Ah...

Who's the big winner?

She's moving. Stop the transmission.

-Fuck. -Help me.

Call 911!

-They're trying to kill me! -Someone get down there now!

Help. Help!!

Shut it down! Shut it down!

Send the personnel to the loading dock!

[sirens approaching]

-[screams] -Ah!

Shit. Fuck.

Wipe the servers!

[gasps]

[sobbing]

Ma'am, stay down! I need you to stay down.

Help is on the way.

I need backup and medical to 670 Vine.

670 South Vine.

I looked, she didn't have any ID on her.

[woman] Can't find her ID.

Ma'am, we need to know your name.


I won't go through that again.

Maybe Bulgaria. Anything goes in Bulgaria.

Don't fucking fade me. Play it straight.

I wanna change the mark.

I understand. We'll look in Bulgaria.

I want the mark to be a guy.

A broken, weak, sad little man.

So.... how do we book one of them?

-Send her in! -[door opens]

Have a seat.

-Diana, right? -Yeah.

So, Diana, do you understand what we're asking of you?

I think so. I'm playing an actress?

You guys just want me to flirt with some guy and get him to move in with me for a week.

Yeah.

It's for a show, right?

Yeah. A show.

You off-book?