[foreboding music]
[ Skipped item nr. 2 ]
[slamming]
[clicking]
[doors slamming]
[buzzing]
click!
[hard rock music]
[ Skipped item nr. 10 ]
[people chattering]
- Shit.
Hey, Sully.
Baby, l just needed to rest my feet for,
like, one second.
- Oh, so that's why you can't work right now?
You get paid to dance,
not to sit on your ass drinking.
[laughs]
Now get to work!
- You can be a real asshole when you want to be.
- Stupid bitch.
Lock up the joint when you're done.
l'm going out.
[door creaks]
- Hey, dude!
Get the fuck off of me!
Get your hands off!
[engine revving]
[laughter]
- And then they beat them by, like, 65 points last year.
That wasn't even football game.
That was a basketball score.
- You know, he could have said USC.
He could have said a lot of other things.
Now he's going to the Aztecs.
Oh, my friend.
lf l'd only gotten sober ten years ago.
Ahh!
[buzzing]
[tires screech]
[metallic clicking]
- Our attention turns back to a story
that we have been following for the past several days.
The greater Los Angeles area
has been plagued with a rash of kidnappings
with as many as four victims disappearing in separate attacks
and all possibly by the same masked individual.
Now, a source inside the LAPD refuses to say
whether or not there is a connection
between the kidnapped victims.
- l'll take the check.
- A detective with the West Los Angeles division
has also fallen prey to this masked criminal.
[engine rumbling]
- You want to get out of the car?
[buzzing]
Well, isn't that cute?
[buzzing]
[screaming]
- Sorry, guys.
Gotta go. Gotta go.
Got an audition in the morning.
- Hey, l saw your commercial the other day,
and you sucked, asshole.
[engine rumbling]
[buzzing]
- Hey, it's Kelley.
No, l don't know any more than the cops do.
Jackson got nabbed,
and they think it might be linked to a priest
who got nabbed in the valley on Thursday.
And then l got a report across my desk this morning
about a kidnapping in Barstow,
and they like Jackson's guy for that too.
l don't know.
l guess we got to pull over
every green Chevy Malibu in the state
and see if Jackson's locked in the trunk.
Yeah, l know that's not practical,
but we got to do something.
l mean, who knows who's next on this guy's shit list?
[engine rumbling]
[buzzing]
[man speaking indistinctly over radio]
[people mumbling]
[door creaks]
- No.
No, no.
- You're dead.
- Ow.
- Do you have any idea who l am, you son of a bitch?
You're messing with the wrong woman.
Do you hear me?
- Much thanks.
- Ahh.
Dear Lord.
- [frantic mumbling]
[speaking foreign language]
- You're never gonna get away with this.
- [speaking foreign language]
- Let me out of here, or you're dead.
l'm gonna bust out of here.
l'm gonna bust your head.
And l'll take that gun and stick it up your ass.
- l brought the nine of you here today for a reason.
And your survival depends on you discovering what that reason is.
l'm gonna leave you alone for your discussions,
but l'll return every ten minutes and kill one of you
until you either figure it out or until you're all dead.
lf you do manage to figure it out,
l'll free the survivors,
notify the police of our location,
and make a full confession to all the crimes
l will commit here today.
- Wait; l don't get it.
l mean, l didn't do anything.
- You have ten minutes.
- [speaking foreign language]
[clock ticking]
- l don't know who all of you are,
but somebody better start talking,
'cause l am not dying here today.
- Dude out there's full of shit.
- What makes you say that?
- l just know.
No one does this deal for real.
- Hail Mary, full of grace.
The Lord is-
the Lord is-
shit!
Dude, how does the rest of it go?
- One of you has to know something.
What did you do?
- Don't look at me, bitch.
There's eight other guys in this room.
- [sighs]
- Can anyone think of a reason why they're here?
He's gonna kill us,
so there has to be something.
- Well, l'll be the first to admit
that l have a pretty messed-up history,
but l don't know who that guy is
or why l'm here.
- And l'll be the last to admit shit.
To hell with that guy.
He's a punk,
and my money says that he's a cop.
- What?
- You're insane.
The punk-ass pig
puts a bunch of criminals in one room.
All right?
Gets them all scared and crowing about the shit that they did.
The cops write up a list and bust us all.
l'm not saying shit.
- This is not a setup by the cops.
- l had a friend a couple years ago,
got in a barroom fight with a guy.
Guy turns out to be a cop.
A couple hours later, he's in room like this.
They threw him a hell of a blanket party.
The guy never did walk the same since.
- lt's not the cops.
- How can you be so sure?
- Because l'm a fucking genius, okay?
- Yeah, well, anything is possible.
- l had a customer a couple of weeks ago
threaten to kill me
when l cut him off at the bar.
But then he drove his car into a building.
- Maybe this is all just a mistake.
- What, do you think he kidnapped all of us by mistake?
Look, he's obviously crazy,
so that's something we can use to our advantage.
- Are we supposed to think of a crime that's so horrible
that he would kill nine people as a result,
some horrible crime that we did?
- l'm sorry, Father,
but the worst thing one person
can do to another
is child molestation.
- Never.
l never would do such a thing.
- l have.
- Was it, like, boys or girls?
- Does it matter to you?
- No, no.
- Me neither.
[chuckles]
- Oh, you sick son of a bitch.
- You put me in a room with you
and no windows and no doors,
and you're gonna wish that you were never born.
- Sweetie, we are in a room with no windows or doors,
and the only thing you're gonna do is try to survive,
just like me.
- Maybe you deserve to die.
- What l've done might have gotten me here,
but you two
and all of you...
What have all of you done
to deserve the death penalty?
Hmm?
- My name is Eddie Vigoda.
- Hi, Eddie.
- Maybe that helps somebody.
- No, Eddie.
No, it doesn't.
[clock ticking]
l'm Dean Jackson.
- l'm Kelley Murphy.
l'm an assistant district attorney
for Los Angeles County.
- Can you think of anyone you've put away
that would want revenge, like a crazed killer,
you know, some escaped psycho?
- Take your pick.
l mean, l've made more than a few enemies,
but there are people that keep tabs on parolees
that might come after me.
And no one saw this guy coming.
Jackson, anything you'd like to add?
- Huh?
- l know you.
- Says you.
- We did some business together years ago.
l'm sure it was small-time stuff for you,
but it was pretty big for me.
My name is Christian Collinsworth.
- What kind of business are you in?
- Sully's with the mob.
You know, it doesn't surprise me that you don't remember me.
lt's been a long time.
- What's your name, anyway, man?
- Sully Fenton from Vegas.
- What kind of business did you two do together?
- Ask the kid.
Hell if l know.
- A deal came my way, some pharmaceutical-grade speed.
l was about five grand short, so l went to Sully.
l heard he was in the business of loaning money for drugs
for part of the product and profits.
- l'm sure five grand sounded pretty sweet to me at the time,
especially selling meth.
- So what happened?
- l sold the stuff to these two cool guys
who turned out to be undercover cops.
And l went in for three years.
- But you still paid me, right?
- Oh, yeah, yeah.
Everybody knows what happens when you don't pay Sully Fenton.
l'm not stupid.
- Are you sure about that?
- l had nothing going into prison.
l had even less getting out.
But l got what l needed
as soon as l hit the streets in May.
You were paid by the end of the month.
Now l'm an actor and bartender in Hollywood though.
- Good for you.
- l'm gonna miss my sitcom audition.
- Your audition?
Where the hell do you think you are?
- Jesus, will you cut the kid some slack already?
- We're all scared here.
He's doing his best.
- [sighs]
- Hey, is Sully the only one who's not from Los Angeles?
- Uh-uh.
My travels have taken me all over,
including Los Angeles.
More than a few prisons.
- l'm Father Michael Francis.
l have Catholic parish in the San Fernando Valley.
- Eddie, where are you from?
- Barstow.
- You guys forgot about me.
- You said you ain't talking.
l just figured you're from Los Angeles,
since, you know, the city's chock-full
of you pussies.
- l got your pussy.
- [laughs]
- Excuse me.
Excuse me.
No one appreciates your pissing match more than l.
But l think we're forgetting about someone.
- Do you speak English?
English?
- Say something.
l know you understand us.
- [speaking foreign language]
- Does anybody know what this language is?
Anyone know what it is?
- Chinese, l think.
- How the hell do you know?
- Old-school kung fu flicks.
- lt's annoying, whatever it is.
l hope he cap her ass first.
[imitating foreign language]
- [speaking foreign language]
Nigger!
- [laughs]
The chick does speak English.
- Yeah, she's funny.
- [laughing]
- Let's see who lives and dies first.
[clock ticking]
- This situation stinks of a pig setup.
- Jesus.
- Told you.
- God, for the last time.
This has absolutely nothing to do with the cops.
- How can you be so sure?
- Because l am a cop!
- l knew it.
l knew it.
- l thought if l told you scumbags l was L.A. County,
you wouldn't say anything,
knowing l was one of the good guys.
- Good guys? - Yeah.
- You're one of the good guys? - Yeah.
- ln my old neighborhood, the cops weren't the good guys.
- l'm not a scumbag.
- l'll make you a bet
that our masked host comes back in here,
grabs one of us, brings him outside,
shoots the gun up into the air, and we all think he's dead.
- Yeah, that's what he's gonna do.
He's gonna sweat us. That's what he's gonna do.
- You think?
- Yeah, he's gonna do that.
- Really?
- Come on, guys, come on.
We can do this.
Yeah.
lf he figured out
why we're all here, we can figure it out.
- You know what?
l really appreciate your can-do spirit,
but if this pig is wrong,
my name's Coogan.
And l got to say,
what a pleasure it was
to spend the last ten minutes of my life with you all.
- Well, we still haven't gotten your name.
- You didn't?
Miss chink over there said it plain as day.
lt's what you and everyone else think: nigger.
All right?
- Yeah, is that with one G or two?
- Oh, that-that-
[laughter]
With two.
- You think this is funny?
This isn't funny.
- Hey, what else am l gonna do?
ln about three seconds we're gonna find out
if Coogan's right about this being a bust,
or we're gonna find one of us dead.
[door clicking]
- Why are you here?
- You got to give us more time.
You're asking the impossible.
We're all willing to do whatever you want.
But you have to give us something in return.
[gun clicks]
- Okay, okay, okay.
Okay, okay.
How could l have known that?
Please just wait a second.
Please don't!
[gunshot]
- [screaming]
- What are you doing, man?
God!
[woman crying]
- [laughs]
Fuck.
Sorry to see him go,
but that's one less to worry about, right?
- As l said,
you have to know why l brought each and every one of you here
in order to survive.
lf you want to walk out of here alive,
you'd better figure out why he was here as well.
[door slams]
- l can't die like this.
- Please, God.
We ask that you-
[muttering]
- Hey, Father.
You think we can toss the idea
of him faking the killing outside the door?
Who are you praying to?
God's not here.
- [muttering]
- You still think this is the cops?
lf we don't figure out what's going on
before somebody else dies,
we're not gonna get out of here alive.
- Well, does anybody here speak Chinese?
- l speak a little Spanish.
- Habla espaņol?
- [speaking foreign language]
- Really?
Oh, oh.
No dice.
- Padre, you sure you didn't touch no kids?
- l have never harmed a child in my life.
Anyway, that thing over there,
he's already admitted to the crime,
so stop looking at me.
- Hey.
Guys, l might be a little screwed up,
but l just spent five years in jail.
l'm trying to be a reformed man.
- What did you serve time for?
- Grand theft auto.
- Not child molestation?
- No, that's all they could hit me with.
You see, they couldn't find a body.
- Wow, you're a winner, ain't you?
- Thank you.
- Piece of shit.
- l think it's about time we heard from you.
- All right.
l'm Leon, from L.A.
My brother and l used to do work up and down the West Coast.
- What kind of work did you do?
- Looking for this?
Don't give me those fucked-up looks.
At least l never sexed and killed no kids.
l never killed anybody.
But l'd rob your ass if the price was right.
Cash is king, and l stick to what works.
But guns?
Guns can be better than cash.
- Kelley, did you ever prosecute Leon?
- No, he doesn't look familiar.
- That's because l never got caught.
- Yeah, well, our friend out there caught you.
- Yeah, coming out the USC library no less.
- The library?
- Yeah, it pays to do research in my business.
- lf the cop and Kelley know each other
and Christian and Vegas Sully know each other,
then it would make sense that we're all connected here,
whether we know it or not.
- Well, if l busted you,
you guys would know better than me.
l mean, that list is long.
- Yeah, l'm in the same boat.
l wouldn't even know where to begin.
But in my business,
we don't do this shit.
- l forget how you people
can be so thoughtless and careless
when it comes to human life.
l spend every waking moment serving God
by trying to help people in my community,
and all you seem to do is try to destroy life.
- You put yourself up on a pedestal,
but you're here just like the rest of us.
So why don't you stop talking about why you shouldn't be here,
and let's figure out why you are.
- Hey, Eddie.
Eddie. - What?
- Nobody's stopping you from talking, Eddie.
- l work for a health insurance carrier.
l'm from Barstow.
- That's fascinating.
Any other useless facts you'd like to pass around?
- l'm doing my best.
- Tell us about your work.
What do you do?
Come on, what do you do, Eddie?
- Okay.
[sighs]
A couple of years ago, l helped out my brother-in-law.
He has colon cancer.
My company does a lot of experimental medical work,
and l falsified his forms
so that he can get the treatment.
But l did it to help my brother-in-law.
l mean, this doesn't make sense.
l'm a good person.
l don't deserve to be here.
l shouldn't be here.
- Hey!
Relax there, leaky faucet.
- Okay.
l'm human.
- Jesus Christ, Eddie.
- So you know, l mean, all right.
Everybody have a look.
You know, laugh.
But you know what?
lf we don't start confessing,
l mean,
we're never gonna make it out of here alive.
Everybody- everybody's got to help.
- Jackson and l used to sleep together.
- Ooh.
- Yeah, until my wife found out.
- Would your wife go this far
to get back at you for cheating on her?
- No, she divorced me and moved to Arizona.
l think that's far enough.
Plus, she has no way of getting us all here together.
And she has no reason to.
l pay my alimony.
l don't think she hates me that much.
- No ex-wife would want her man dead.
That's her money train.
- Look, no one knows you two, so l doubt it's the ex-wife.
- And nobody really wants to hear about your sex life.
- Yeah, well, she's just pissed off,
'cause we got caught.
- Yeah, it was your big mouth that got us caught.
- You know what, Kelley?
You're not the only one who got hurt.
l lost my wife.
- Yeah, and l was labeled the home-wrecking slut.
That did wonders for my career.
- And l wasn't the only person you were screwing around with.
What was it, a month before some judge knocked you up?
- Hey, kitty cats.
Why so hostile?
An affair is an affair.
- Now we're getting relationship advice from a pedophile.
- Mm.
[kissing noise]
[clock ticking]
- What the fuck you looking at?
- You one tall drink of water.
- Oh, you're turning faggot now?
- No, l just realized how l'm getting out of here.
None of you guys are gonna come up with shit.
Closest one to me.
- What are you doing?
- So start kicking.
- You are crazy, man.
- You got a better idea?
Break my hand so l can get out these cuffs.
- You're crazy.
- l'm not kidding.
Start kicking, man.
- All right.
My pleasure.
[laughs]
- Come on, game it up.
- l'll get it.
- [screaming]
- Wait! - Come on!
Stop.
- Wait, l almost got it.
Oh, come on.
One more, one more.
Just do it.
- [laughs]
- [screaming]
- Okay, okay, okay.
All right, all right.
[screaming]
[cracking]
[screaming]
- Leon, Leon, get up.
Hey, get behind the door.
And when he comes in, you push him in,
and we'll attack him.
- Yeah, bring him my way.
- Leon, get behind the door.
Come on.
- That's a good idea. - Yeah.
- But l got a better one.
Later.
- Oh, you can't leave us.
Bitch, you think l give a damn about you?
To hell with you.
- Leon, you can't leave us in here like this.
- [speaking foreign language]
- You stupid piece of shit!
- Don't do it.
You know you can't leave us in here.
- Don't leave us here.
- Damn it!
[clock ticking]
- Oh, fuck!
[both grunting]
Punk-ass bitch.
Huh?
[shouting]
You stupid fucking bitch.
The thoughts that's been going through my mind
while l was in that fucked-up room.
And that's a fucked-up room!
Now that l got this gun,
the shit that l got in store for you.
[laughs]
- l have been planning this for two years.
Nothing is gonna take away what l have in store for you
and the others.
And l mean nothing.
Before l enter, l place one bullet
into that gun you hold.
But this gun?
This gun holds six.
[gun clicking]
- Fuck.
[screaming]
[gunshot]
[screaming]
- He didn't make it.
- [grunting]
[moaning]
- Why are you here?
- [groaning]
- Maybe you should move them out of the way of the splatter.
l'd hate to see somebody die
before you get a chance to kill 'em yourself.
Yeah.
That's a good reason.
[gunshot]
[woman screams]
- God, please.
You don't have to do this.
- Up until now, the order has been random.
l just want you to know that you're next.
- Fuck you.
[door slams]
[clock ticking]
- Hail Mary, full of grace.
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou-
Blessed art thou amongst women.
l can't remember the prayer either.
l used to know it.
l've said it like a million times.
Can you help me, Father?
What?
What's wrong?
- l don't know.
l can't remember, but it's so familiar.
- Oh, look.
We got another ten minutes.
lt can take me that long to find my keys in the morning.
- [laughing]
- You finding something funny there, bleeding boy?
- [laughing]
l'm gonna die like the man said,
and you guys are gonna die with me.
l got eight minutes to live.
And l've been thinking about you bitches.
l got to make peace.
- Look, if you're gonna die a happy man,
then l'm gonna die a happy man laughing at your misery.
- Look, we know Leon's next to go.
That means we have eight minutes to figure out why he was here
and another ten minutes before somebody else dies.
- Come on, we can figure this out.
Let's put our heads together, guys.
Come on, we can do this.
- [speaking foreign language]
- Something turned the slant on.
- [speaking foreign language]
- lt's almost comical if you watch it right.
- [speaking foreign language]
- Pictionary?
- Glasses?
Glasses.
- l haven't worn glasses in years.
- l remember when you wore glasses.
This lady knows you, or she did know you.
- Bang, bang!
- A shooting?
Some kind of shooting, a shooting?
- Robbery? - Bang!
- Robbery!
- Mrs. Chan?
- Chan, Chan!
[no audio]
- Her name is Nhung Chan.
- [speaking foreign language]
- Did you get the guy who robbed her?
- Yeah, Chan picked him out of a lineup.
l prosecuted.
He went to San Quentin.
- What was this guy's name?
- Greeley, Wade Greeley.
He was a total punk kid, 20 years old.
A total loser.
- So that's it?
That's why we're here?
Because this kid Wade Greeley
is pissed off that you sent him to prison?
- All we have here is a robbery and a name
and a whole hell of a lot of unanswered questions.
Okay, l don't even remember busting this guy,
Wade Greeley.
- What about you, Father?
Does any of this mean anything to you?
- l'm sorry.
l can't help you.
- Okay, if Wade Greeley
going to jail is the end-all-be-all,
then we must fit in to this before that happened.
- l think l've got us a time line.
- You know, listening to you guys,
l've got a glimmer of hope.
l thought for a sec you had the son of a bitch beat.
- Well, well, well.
Look who's back from the dead.
- Ease up, man.
Ease up.
l'm having a change of heart or something like that.
l'm thinking letting you people die,
it's not right.
l haven't done nothing good in a long time.
l said l never killed nobody.
That's a lie.
[door slams]
l want my cut of cash you gave that bitch of yours.
- What cash?
Man, you fucking tripping.
- l know about the money belt
and those Brentwood bitches last month.
- You accusing me of holding out?
- Nah, l'm straight saying it.
Don't turn your back to me, man.
[grunts]
click!
Pull guns on people?
- For sure, motherfucker.
- l got a gun too.
[gunshot]
l dumped his body in a dumpster in downtown L.A.
at the Cinco de Mayo festival.
He said he never liked the Mexicans
and their parades.
One last childish act on my part.
A couple of days later l went to the morgue with our mother.
l stood over the body.
l didn't say anything.
l went to the street and sold the rest of our stuff.
Wow, l never told nobody that.
[groaning]
l didn't speak or see too much of my mother after the funeral.
[clock ticks]
l'll never see either of them again.
l'll never have a chance to say l'm sorry.
l want my mother to forgive me.
l deserve to die.
l want to be forgiven.
Somebody just forgive me.
- He who seeks forgiveness shall find it.
[clock ticking]
- We're no better off than we were before.
We have nothing new, and there's like a minute left.
- Here's something new.
That guy said he's been planning this for two years.
- Okay, what were we all doing two years ago?
- Two years ago l did thirty days
for busting some joker in the head
for hassling one of my dancers.
But no one is going to give
two shits about that one.
- No.
- Two years ago l was just-
l had the same job selling insurance,
approvals, dismissals.
l don't know.
lt's nothing unusual.
- Kelley?
Kelley?
Two years ago?
[door creaking]
- Why are you here?
- We know part of the answer.
We've got some of it.
- All or nothing.
- Son of a bitch.
l'll see you in hell.
- l know.
[gunshot]
[all shouting]
- What are you doing?
Stop this!
[door slams]
Father, you still with us?
- You're not going to like what l have to say.
- Anything is better than nothing at this point.
- Either say it or don't.
- l figured out why l am here.
- Well, holy shit!
- l know why someone else was in this room as well.
l know what we have done
to the man that holds us captive.
- So what is it?
- Yeah, spill it.
- l can't.
- What do you mean, you can't?
Come on, Father.
- What was said to me was said in confidence.
l can't repeat it.
- You want to play Pictionary or something? Fine.
Me and you, Father, against her and Mandarin Duck.
- l can't reveal what was said to me.
There's nothing l can do.
My relationship with God
goes beyond my life and yours.
- This is bullshit, Father.
- You better start talking right now, or so help me,
l will goddamn crack that head of yours.
- You'll do what?
l'm facing death already.
l have no fear of death
when it comes to upholding the Lord's law.
My loyalty will not be questioned.
My devotion does not exist
only when the situation deems convenient.
- People are dead because of you.
- You don't know that to be true.
- The hell l don't, cocksucker!
Leon laid there dying,
but at least he had the balls to speak his mind,
even though it went against his own fucked-up judgment.
And now you're going to have all of us die
because you're gonna keep quiet
behind some collar and dusty oath?
- Sully, would you turn in your brother
for a lighter sentence?
- My brother's dead.
- So then your father.
Would you give up your father to save your own skin?
- l would never cross my father.
- So then you can understand my situation.
- No, l can't!
- lt's like waking up from one nightmare into another.
- Shut the hell up, Eddie.
- lf Father Francis has made up his mind,
we're just gonna have to
get out of here without him.
- What? You're defending the cocksucker?
- No.
But l got a wife to get home to, and we're wasting time arguing.
- To hell with Francis, okay?
lf he's not gonna talk,
we're never gonna figure out why he's here.
So if we want to live, we're gonna have to escape.
Okay, we're gonna have to take him down.
And we have to face the fact that we may have to kill him.
- On, l ain't got no problem with that.
- Okay, hold on.
What do we know?
We know Greeley robbed Chan's liquor store.
And we know Kelley prosecuted him.
- Okay, well, that's two out of nine, Eddie.
- Maybe there's more to it.
Maybe it goes beyond those people
who are directly responsible for him going to jail.
Maybe he's thinking in bigger terms.
- Yeah, maybe we're not
all connected in this.
Maybe he's going after everybody that's ever done
anything wrong to this guy.
- We need to come clean.
Completely clean about everything, right now,
all of us.
[clock ticking]
- All right.
You want a story?
Eight years ago
this old man came in and slapped me around
in front of my crew.
Some crazy bastard who owed me money
came in and tried to punk me in front of my people.
l went back to his pawn shop that night.
Yeah, l went back, and l firebombed it.
Boom!
[laughs]
The problem...
the problem...
l didn't know he lived upstairs in an apartment
with his grandkids.
That's why l deserve to die.
- lt was my first year on the force,
l was working the valley division,
and my partner got into it with this speed freak.
lt was bad.
The kid was all tweaked out,
and my partner was having a really rough day.
The kid took a swing at my partner,
and that was it.
He beat the hell out of this kid.
l really wanted to stop it,
but he looked up at me.
He looked at me,
and he asked me if l wanted to join in.
- You joined in?
- Yeah, l didn't want to hurt my reputation.
You know, l mean,
it was my first year out on the street.
l mean, you know what l mean, Kelley.
- So you beat the kid.
- Yeah, but God damn it, l'm not proud of it.
- Well, did you go to lnternal Affairs?
- No.
l stuck around for two more years
and got transferred out of there.
- So why would your old partner pull you down here
if you never turned him in or told anyone?
- lt wasn't my partner.
l was thinking maybe the kid finally tracked us down
not for beating him up.
For blinding him.
- That's awful.
What was the kid's name?
- Alfie Martinez.
And l don't know if that's the reason why l'm down here,
but that's what haunts me every day of my life,
that l didn't stand up.
l didn't have the courage to do anything,
to stand up to my superiors.
- So if your old partner is still alive,
wouldn't it make sense that he'd be in here with us?
- Yeah, that's just a dead end,
another dead end.
- l'm telling you, we're wasting time.
We've got to find our own way out of here like Leon did.
- Yeah, that worked out real well for him.
- [speaking foreign language]
- Yeah, sing it, sister!
Hallelujah!
Right, cocksucker?
- Shut the hell up, Sully!
- We got to think of something.
l just thought of something.
l don't know if this is anything,
but since we're confessing our sins,
and there is a priest here-
- All right, just spit it out, Eddie.
- When l was in college,
we had some girls- strippers over for a party.
We were all drinking,
and l spent some time with one of them.
We both got really drunk, and-
- And you banged her.
- Yeah, but she said it was rape.
- Oh, and here all this time we thought you were so perfect.
lt turns out you're just another asshole frat boy.
- They dropped the charges due to lack of evidence.
- Mom and dad must have been so proud.
- l'm just trying to help.
- l mean, something might click.
lsn't that the whole point?
- No, you're getting us further away from the point
l was trying to make.
- Guys, look, this is about the robbery.
We're missing something.
l know we are.
- No, there's nothing else with the robbery; l promise you.
- [scoffs]
- What was that, Francis?
- You know we're going down the wrong road, don't you?
- Yeah, 20 years of poker tells me that's a ''yes.''
What do you know, Father? - Forget about the robbery!
Okay, it doesn't matter what he knows.
- Shut up, Kelley!
- You were about to beat that kid to death,
and now you won't help me kill the guy
who's ready to execute us all?
What the hell is wrong with you?
What's wrong with all of you?
- Hey, l'm with you, Kelley.
But this cocksucker here is about ready to crack,
and l'm pretty damned interested to hear what he has to say.
- l know you want to tell us, Father.
- Aw, come on.
You ready to break that oath, Father?
- This isn't easy, okay?
- Just say it.
- lt's the right thing to do.
- What if l said that l knew for a fact
that Wade Greeley did not rob Chan's store?
- Bullshit.
Chan was the eyewitness.
Greeley didn't have an alibi, and l had the evidence,
concrete evidence.
- Did Greeley say he was innocent?
- Of course he said he was innocent.
Everybody's innocent.
Nobody wants to be convicted once they're caught.
- What do you know about it, Father?
- No, l'm telling you.
Greeley was guilty.
- Son of a bitch.
- What?
- One of us confessed to the crime
in Father Francis' confessional.
l bet that's it.
- ls that it?
ls it, Father?
- Whatever Father Francis knows,
he knows from the confessional.
Otherwise, he would tell us.
- Has anyone ever been to confession
in the San Fernando Valley?
- Yeah, right.
- No.
- Christian!
[chuckles]
lt has to be Christian.
- You all saw the father's face
when l couldn't remember the Hail Mary.
l reminded him of Christian.
He forgot the same prayer earlier.
Remember?
What could Christian have told Father Francis?
- That he robbed the liquor store.
- You've known this whole time?
- l did not know the whole time.
lt wasn't until after Chan came up with the robbery
that l knew for sure.
- Cocksucker!
- l told you you wouldn't like what l had to say.
- Are you absolutely positive
that it was Christian in the confessional?
- The Lord is with thee.
Dude, how does the rest of that go?
- lf l had a Bible, l would put my hand on it.
- You got the wrong man, prosecutor.
Wade Greeley's the wrong guy.
- l had the evidence against him.
- Regardless, l mean, this is a whole new ball game now.
- Holy shit.
Sully.
- Yeah?
- Christian got out of jail the same time
Chan's store was robbed.
- So what does that have to do with me?
- What happens to people who don't pay you?
- lf they owe a little, l go for their knees.
lf they owe a lot, l go for their jugular.
- Yeah, well, does Christian
look like the type of kid that could take a beating?
- So what?
What are you saying?
- Christian robbed Chan
to get you the money.
He said that he got out of jail in May
and paid you soon after.
How else could he have gotten the money?
lt fits.
- Wait a second.
So you're telling me,
of all the fucked-up shit l've done
through the course of my life,
l loaned some dead dumbass five grand,
and that's what l'm gonna die for?
- The kid needed a motive.
l think you're it.
- [laughs]
That's goddamn ridiculous.
You're serious?
All l did was give him some cash.
l got to die for that?
That's bullshit!
- The connection between you and Christian
has been there the whole time.
We just never thought anything of it.
- Oh, and l still don't.
Of all the shit l-
oh, hey there, asshole!
- Why are you here?
- You know what? We don't know.
But guess what.
l don't give a fuck.
l don't know what kind of shit you got going on here,
but l'm sick of it.
You've got me sweating,
rethinking all the horrible things that l've done in my life
and all the people l've crossed.
For what?
For some dumbass that l loaned
$5,000 to?
Well, guess what.
That's how l do business, and that's how l get shit done.
l don't apologize for shit.
- Knowing what you know, knowing how your life will end,
would you change the way you do business?
- Hell no!
l don't regret anything.
l wouldn't do a damn thing different.
[laughs]
What's the matter?
You don't like that, do you, you dirty revenge-seeking pussy?
l don't regret anything.
What, you want me to regret my life?
Fuck you.
Oh, you want the satisfaction of me begging for my life,
don't you?
Fuck you.
You want the satisfaction of killing all of us,
thinking it's gonna change our lives.
Whah, whah, whah.
Well, fuck you!
l take that back.
l take all that back.
Yeah.
l'm not gonna give you the satisfaction
of me being pissed off while l die.
Of all the shit you could have killed me for,
five grand?
[laughs]
Fuck you!
Come on, bastard.
Let's do this.
Hit me right here in the head, just like my brother.
Reunite me with him.
Come on, asshole!
Pull the trigger.
- But it's not your turn.
lt's Eddie's.
- Me?
No, no, no.
Please, no.
No, no.
Don't kill me.
Just tell me why l'm here.
[gunshot]
- Damn it!
One person dies every ten minutes.
That's what you said!
Father Francis is dead.
You cannot take Eddie now.
- Really?
Five grand?
[gun clicks]
[gunshot]
- You shouldn't be in such a hurry to die.
lf this is the end for you,
you'll want to make every minute count.
- This doesn't have to continue.
Okay, we know why you brought most of us here,
and we know what you must have been feeling,
what you must be feeling now.
Okay, l think l speak for all of us
when we say we wish we could go back and change history,
but we can't.
Wade.
Wade Greeley?
Whatever it is that you think we've done to you, whatever-
whatever it is you've done here today,
we can make right.
You just have to talk to us.
Look, we can help.
l can help.
Okay, whatever it is you want,
we-we- l can make that happen.
Do you understand what l'm telling you, Wade?
- l'm not Wade Greeley.
[door slams]
[clock ticking]
- lt's not Wade Greeley.
This doesn't make any sense.
- There's way too many coincidences for it not to be
this guy, Greeley.
- l've spent five grand on a bottle of whiskey
without a care in the world.
- Sully, we get it.
- l'm telling you, he's gonna kill us all.
Okay, he doesn't care if we come up with his plan.
- lf he just wanted to kill us, we'd be dead already.
He's here to make a point.
But do we really think this isn't Greeley?
- lf it isn't, it has to be somebody close to him,
somebody that could help him plan this.
Kelley, back at the trial,
was there anyone there?
Were there any friends or family,
anyone who stood by him?
- No, no, he didn't have anything or anyone.
l don't even think he made bail.
- Can you give us a few more details?
- Jeez, this was so long ago.
Do you realize how many trials
l've had since then,
since before then?
- Okay, let's think.
Leon said that he'd been planning this for two years.
When did Greeley's case go to trial?
- l don't remember.
- Can you at least tell us
how many years he got in prison?
- Armed robbery, assault, no plea.
Five years, maybe.
- Well, then the years don't add up.
lf l was wrongly convicted of a crime,
l would start plotting my revenge the day l was convicted.
- That's what l'm saying.
Nothing about this makes sense.
The only way we're gonna get out of this is if we escape.
- Was Christian in the lineup when Chan picked Greeley?
- No, if Christian was in the lineup,
Chan would have recognized him when we pulled the hoods off.
- She didn't recognize Kelley until later.
- Well, maybe she did.
l mean, nobody understood what she was saying.
- Mrs. Chan?
- Give it up. We're getting off track.
- l'm just coming up with possibilities.
- Well, to hell with your possibilities.
- Why are you pissed at me?
- Because maybe we still don't know jack about you!
- Are you really that stupid to think l'm hiding something?
l told you everything that l can think of,
so don't blame me.
- Something about you
still doesn't sit right with me, Eddie.
- You know, you've been riding me
and picking on me this whole time.
What is your problem?
- l might be dead in ten minutes!
That's my fucking problem!
- l think we all know who's next.
- Calm down.
- What about you, Jackson?
We still don't know why you're here.
All we know is that you beat a kid blind
and cheated on your wife.
- Well, look who's grown some balls.
- l think l got it.
- You better watch your tone Eddie,
or l'm gonna start thinking you're the psycho's partner,
or at least until l see your brains against the wall.
- Yeah, yeah, well, not if l see yours first.
- Fine, go ahead!
Sign me up!
- Hey, shut up!
All right, you guys are worse than my strippers.
Now listen.
Leon said that he killed his brother
and dumped him during the Cinco de Mayo parade, remember?
- So what?
- Well, Christian said that he got out of jail in May.
- And?
- What if that was around the same time?
Look, Christian got out of jail, right?
And he said he got my five grand right afterwards, right?
Well, if we go back and think about it,
Christian said that he had nothing when he left jail.
- l had nothing going in to prison.
l had even less getting out.
- But somehow he was able to pull off
this big liquor store robbery heist?
Where did he get a gun
to rob Mrs. Chan?
- Leon said the easiest product to move were guns.
- Guns can be better than cash.
- So you think Leon sold the gun to Christian
that he used to rob Chan's liquor store?
- So Sully gave Christian the motive for the robbery.
Leon gave him opportunity.
Chan identified the wrong man.
Kelley locked him up.
And Father Francis didn't go to the cops
after he found out the truth.
Okay, so that leaves Jackson, me, and Coogan.
But we can all agree that this all started with Christian
borrowing money from Sully.
Between that and Greeley going to jail
is our new time line.
When Christian borrowed the money from Sully,
l was studying pharmaceuticals in Arizona.
- Okay, well, Christian said that he was dealing drugs.
Could he have gotten them from you?
- No.
l didn't have any access to drugs.
- All right, all right, we've narrowed this down some.
- Narrowed it down?
All we got is a robbery, drug dealing, and a pedophile.
Sorry, buddy.
- Buddy?
- Look, Sully is a criminal.
Okay, he's a killer.
We would have taken him down 100 times if we had the chance.
Now he's your best friend?
- Oh, l'm sorry for liking the guy
who's trying to save my life.
- Thank you.
And for bacon, you're not so bad yourself.
- Look, our only chance
is that we think Eddie might be next.
And then hopefully after that, Sully's next.
So you and l can take him down.
- God, you are one twisted home-wrecking bitch.
- Oh, well, it's good to know it only takes a gun to your head
for you to speak your mind.
- You know what?
The worst thing l did was not beating that kid
till he was blind.
lt was fucking the lawyer.
- [laughs]
- Oh, ouch, that hurts.
Jackson, l hope you die for getting me into this.
- What are you talking about?
l didn't get you into this.
- What are you talking about? - What are you talking about?
- No, no, wait, wait, wait.
You just said that Jackson got you into this.
What does that mean? - What does what mean?
We have, like, seconds left till he comes in.
[door creaking]
- Why are you here?
- Because this bitch knows something,
and she won't talk!
- [speaking foreign language]
[gunshot]
- Please, please!
l beg you!
You can't kill me.
You have to let me go.
My child needs me.
Okay, my son needs his mommy.
You're a human being.
You can understand.
You can't take a mother away from her son.
- Your son William goes to the Sacred Heart School,
where he is picked up every day by your hired help.
And when was the last time
you actually spent time with him?
And how long will it be
before you pack him off to some boarding school?
Do not use your child as an excuse.
lt pisses me off.
And it should piss you off as well.
[door slams]
- What was he talking about, Kelley?
- [crying]
- lt looks like you might be a dad, Jackson.
- Billy's mine?
l didn't think l could.
My wife and l, we'd been trying for-
l didn't think it was possible.
- Yeah, well, it's possible.
Maybe if you had spent a little less time with me
and a little more with her.
- How could you do that to me?
How could you just keep that from me?
l know our relationship, the breakup was bad,
but how could you just cut me off like that?
- l had to do what was best for me.
Okay, jackass over there was never gonna leave his wife.
He would rather just lead me on.
So when l found out,
l just blamed it on someone else.
- What you did was wrong and downright selfish.
You need to start talking.
And it doesn't matter what you're holding back.
l don't care.
l forgive you,
but we have to get out of here alive.
- Do you want to die?
- l might as well be dead if this gets out.
- Before, you said Jackson got you into this.
How?
- Look.
Wade Greeley was picked up two miles from the liquor store.
He was a good match to Chan's description.
And no one could verify his lame-ass alibi.
And then Chan picked him out of the lineup.
l had him. l had to have him.
You remember what l was going through, Jackson.
The mother and son, the abortion case:
two in a row lost.
- l was just getting into the life
that l had worked so hard for,
and l felt the pressure.
You know, l had to have a conviction,
or l was on my way out.
l was the lowest on the totem pole,
and no one was taking me seriously.
l had to win at all costs.
- Losing cases doesn't make you incompetent.
- No, but combine that with budget cuts
and an affair with Jackson
that was growing more public every day,
and it doesn't look good.
- What did you make me do, Kelley?
- l had Chan's testimony, but it was shaky at best.
l would never be able convince a jury that a 60-year-old woman
could positively identify someone,
especially after she'd been pistol-whipped.
l had to put Greeley at the scene.
During the struggle,
Chan grabbed Christian by the head
and got a few couple hairs.
So l knew l just had to get some of Wade's hair
and make the switch.
So l snuck the sample out of the lab.
l got a few hairs from Wade's comb.
And-
and l couldn't get the sample back into the evidence room.
- And l thought me and Coogan
were the most fucked-up two in this room.
- Don't you realize that you helped kill these people?
How could you not tell us this before?
[clock ticking]
- Look, if the truth ever gets out of this room, l'm over.
l'll lose my job.
l'll go to jail.
l'll never see my son again.
l might as well be dead.
l committed a felony.
- Yeah, welcome to my world.
- You know, l know we're not a team or a family,
but we have a child together.
Doesn't that mean something?
- No, he's my son, Jackson, okay?
You're not a father.
You'll never be a father.
You were just a dick, literally.
You're fucking unbelievable, Kelley.
- You're not a father.
- What?
- No, no, no.
Hear me out for a second.
Greeley said that he wasn't Wade Greeley.
- l'm not Wade Greeley.
- Did you see how upset he got
when Kelley tried to use her son for pity?
- Do not use your child as an excuse.
lt pisses me off.
- l mean, if it's not really Wade,
then maybe it's his father.
- Has anybody thought about what happened to Wade Greeley
after he went to prison?
[clock ticking]
- Remember when l said
Wade Greeley going to prison was the end-all-be-all?
Well, l could have been wrong.
- Jackson was on to something a minute ago.
We've been trying to see how Coogan and l
fit into the time line before the trial.
We weren't thinking about what happened
after prison.
You said that Wade was in San Quentin.
Did Christian say what prison he was in?
- No, but the sick fucker over there
said he'd been to a couple of prisons.
- My travels have taken me all over,
including Los Angeles.
More than a few prisons.
- This must mean something.
- Christian couldn't have known Wade Greeley.
Christian got out of prison
before Wade Greeley went in.
But Coogan knowing Wade Greeley,
that's a possibility.
- That just leaves me.
[clock ticking]
- Wait, wait!
We need more time!
- Why are you here?
- Look, we think it has something to do
with what happened to your son after he went to prison.
- lsn't this what you want?
You want us to think about our lives
and our actions and crimes
and how they've affected other people?
Well, that's what we are doing,
and it's killing us.
- Look, no one has suffered like you and your son.
Okay, no one here was on trial.
No one here was punished for their crimes.
We've just gone on with our lives and never looked back.
But you have to look back every single day.
Look, you asked Sully if he would change,
knowing what he's done.
Well, l guarantee, you ask anyone in this room now,
and we would change.
We would change for the better.
- Now, speak for yourself, kiss-ass.
Kiss my ass.
- You could have died finding some humanity or humility.
- l'd rather go out in style.
[gunshot]
[laughing]
[door creaking and slamming]
[clock ticking]
- Maybe we do deserve to die.
- l just wish l knew why.
- What, you two are ready to give up?
You're both ready to die?
Well, fuck you both.
Okay, never give up.
l've lived through worse than this,
and l'll live through this.
- Worse than this, Kelley?
What could possibly be worse than this?
- Well, back when you and l were still dating,
l was stupid enough in this day and age
to think that l could walk to my car
alone at night.
Some sweaty, bald-headed bastard grabbed me from behind
and threw me in his van.
He bashed my head on the steel flooring.
l was dazed, but l could see
that there was already blood there.
This wasn't his first time.
He put his hand over my face as he ripped my clothes off.
lt's like my-my brain didn't really register the pain.
l just kept thinking
about how l was gonna get this guy,
this thing, you know.
And l was gonna put him away for the rest of his life.
l kept imagining the courtroom
and how l would be looking into his eyes, and l would say,
''l'm the one that ruined your life.''
But then l realized we weren't in a courtroom.
There was no judge, no jury.
lt was just me and this shit head who thought he could
put his hands all over me.
Who the fuck was this guy to violate me, to take my life?
What right did he have to touch me?
l wasn't scared.
l was furious.
- Why didn't you tell me, Kelley?
We could have done something about that.
- You could have searched everywhere.
You never would have found him.
When he was done, he rolled off me,
and l saw that there was a baseball bat in his van.
And l grabbed it, and l hit him hard.
Then l stepped back, thinking someone must have seen,
someone must have heard.
And as l waiting for someone to come help me,
l hit him again.
And then l hit him again.
And l just kept swinging.
And he just kept screaming.
You know, and he begged.
He begged.
Can you believe that?
l swear, l think that made me hit him harder.
And then-
and then he just stopped screaming.
He stopped moving.
And l looked around again,
and still no one was there.
[sniffling]
No one heard.
No one cared.
So l went home, and l cleaned up,
and l burned the bat in my fireplace.
And l just went on with my life like that.
lt was just over.
And the next day when they found his body,
l made sure no one went looking for his killer.
And now l'm here.
And l promise you, l promise you,
l will live through this,
and l will survive at all- at all costs.
[clock ticking]
- What about rape?
We all heard Coogan.
He didn't care if it was boys or girls.
And if he was in the same prison with Wade,
why not a 20-year-old kid?
- We did this to him.
- How could l have known what was gonna happen to him?
- Think about Wade Greeley, an innocent kid
and all the things he went through.
And think about his father
having to think about what happened to his son.
Think about that.
- When Coogan was shot,
when Greeley came in here and shot him,
what did Coogan say?
- l don't remember.
- What are you thinking?
- He said something about a splatter and killing everyone
or something like that.
- Maybe you should move them out of the way of the splatter.
l'd hate to see somebody die
before you get a chance to kill 'em yourself.
- Yeah, he was being a smart-ass.
He was talking about the bullet,
if it went through him and killed somebody else.
- l thought the same thing.
But what if that's not what he meant?
What if the joke was about something else?
His blood, for instance.
His infected blood.
What if Coogan had AlDS?
- Whoa, that's a big stretch, Eddie.
- Not really.
That's the final piece of our time line.
lt starts with Christian borrowing money from Sully.
- l know you.
- Says you.
- No, we did some business together years ago.
- But then he loses that money after a bad drug deal
and ends up in jail.
When he gets released,
he buys a gun from Leon,
uses it to rob Chan's liquor store,
'cause he still owes Sully the money.
Then Chan picks Wade Greeley out of the lineup.
Kelley makes sure the evidence fits her case
and uses Jackson to secure that evidence
against Wade for the trial.
Father Francis learns the truth during confession
but being bound by God, says nothing.
So Wade ends up in prison
where he has a run-in with Coogan.
And that's how l'm tied into all this.
- So why are you here?
- Back around the time when Wade
would have been released from prison,
my company had acquired the exclusive rights
to an experimental drug therapy for AlDS patients.
lt was said to prolong the life
of people living with AlDS.
lt was very new expensive.
l think Coogan infected Wade Greeley with AlDS.
And the reason Wade's dad waited two years
is because that's exactly how long his son lived
outside of prison before he died.
- lt's his father acting out revenge
for the death of his son.
- Wade must have been one of the applicants
for the new AlDS drug.
Part of my job was to turn down applicants.
lmproper insurance, not enough money,
wrong age, and criminal records.
l was the one whose name was signed
to all letters denying applicants.
lf l had accepted Wade into the program,
he might be alive today.
That's it.
That's the answer he's looking for.
[clock ticking]
[door creaking]
- So why are you here?
- Because your son died of AlDS.
He contracted it in prison from Coogan.
When he was released,
you tried to get him into my company's drug therapy program,
but they-
l turned him down.
Your son could be alive today
if we all hadn't turned our backs on him and on you.
- He was so, so beautiful.
My son was a very brave and lovely boy.
And all of you made sure
that he would never grow up to be a man.
lt didn't have to end this way.
Any one of you could have prevented his death.
But you all saw him as a suspect or a number,
a toy to be played with.
His only fault
was that he became a part of your lives.
But it was his life.
And you destroyed it.
When we-
when we leave here, my life will end,
but you will all still have yours.
And l want you to remember, just remember this.
Remember what it is you have done.
And l hope that it haunts you until the day you die.
Show's over.
The police are already here.
They're in the building.
Unlock yourself and the other two.
lt's time to leave.
[both grunting]
- What are you doing? He was letting us go!
- l told you l couldn't have anyone go to the police
with my story.
l'd be ruined.
Survive at all costs, remember?
- So you're going to kill him?
- You're never gonna get away,
no matter what you do.
- You don't get to make any more decisions.
You don't get to do or say anything.
[gunshot]
- Jesus!
- l can't take this anymore!
Just get me the hell out of here.
- Kelley, look.
lt's time for us to leave.
Just calm down, and we can all go home together.
Kelley, we survived.
Together we can do this.
We have a child together. Come on.
- l can't have anyone know what l've done, Jackson.
- She's gonna kill us!
- Shut up, Eddie!
Let me handle this!
- Shut up, Eddie!
- No, no, look!
l'm not gonna say anything.
l swear!
[gun clicks]
[all shouting]
[gunshot]
- And you.
You've lost.
- Oh, l haven't lost.
l've been in control the whole time.
See, everybody's been watching.
Everybody now knows
who the real Kelley Murphy is.
What will Kelley do now?
- You don't know me.
You don't know what l'm capable of.
- Oh.
Good luck.
- Thanks.
[gunshot]
[police chatter on radio]
- Move over here.
Come on, this way, this way.
Over here.
Clear.
[Course of Nature's Anger Cage]
[ Skipped item nr. 1739 ]
- Since the day that l was born
l've been a prisoner of the storm
But the time has come
Now l've had enough
l can't take it anymore
The blood rushes to my head
You deserve everything you get
The love is gone
And there's nothing left here
But the love you try to hate
Tell me now who's to blame?
Will l burst from your rage?
Hear it callin' my name down in your anger cage
You are the cause of the fightin'
You force my rage out of hiding
[ Skipped item nr. 1755 ]
Well do you stop and look at me
As you bomb the enemy
You know that you've crossed the line for the last time
When you trampled over me
The blood rushes to my head
You deserve everything you get
The love is gone
And there's nothing left here
But the love you try to hate
Tell me now who's to blame?
Will l burst from your rage?
Hear it callin' my name down in your anger cage
You are the cause of the fightin'
You force my rage out of hiding
l started losing it
l-l'm out of control
This rage is killin' me
Yeah, it's takin' its toll
l'm fallin' apart from here
l can see the end
lt's all so clear
l might choke, suffocate
lnside my anger cage
Tell me now who's to blame?
Will l burst from your rage?
Hear it callin' my name down in your anger cage
You are the cause of the fightin'
You force my rage out of hiding
Don't care what you say
l don't give a damn
You talk about me but you don't know who l am
Don't care what you say
l don't give a damn
You talk about me but you don't know who l am
Talk about me but you don't know who l am
Talk about me but you don't know