Best Laid Plans (2022) Movie Script
(tense suspenseful music)
Zoey, it's time to get up.
I'm running late for work.
Zoe!
Hey, Sleeping Beauty.
- Mom.
- It's time to get up.
What?
It's time to get up. You
need get ready for school.
Mom.
Get up, get up, get up.
Get up, get up, get up.
- Mom!
- Come on. I'm late.
You need to get ready for school,
and make sure your sister catches the bus.
[Maddie] I don't need a babysitter!
(sighs) I know!
Come on, five more minutes.
How about five more seconds? Okay?
Come on, come on, come
on. (sighs) Your sister.
(gentle peaceful music)
Mom, did you know snakes
can help predict earthquakes?
Mom? Mom?
Mom?
Yeah? Uh, yeah, honey.
[Maddie] Did you know that snakes
can help predict earthquakes?
Oh, that's nice.
Mom, you're doing that thing again.
What thing, baby?
You're not actually listening to me.
I'm sorry.
I'm all ears.
Snakes can sense a coming
earthquake from 75 miles away
up to five days before.
Well, that is very interesting.
Where did you learn that?
The internet.
(chuckles) All right. Open up.
Mom, I hate these.
They're hard to swallow.
[Remy] I know, honey,
but you gotta take it.
Fine.
(gentle peaceful music continues)
See, that wasn't so bad.
You're not the one taking them.
Oh, honey.
All right, you two. Um, I
have got to get to work.
There is cereal.
Would you please put
it up when you're done?
And okay, Bec is coming over around six.
I get off around five, but I've gotta stop
and get Maddie's meds
at the pharmacy, okay?
So can you put the lasagne in, 350?
Will do.
Okay, (sighs) oh, hey, I love you.
Love you, too, Mom.
Love you!
(phone ringing)
[Mark] Hey, it's Mark.
I have nothing to say to
you, so leave a message.
Wow, it's almost like you
made that voicemail just for me.
Listen, Mark, we need to talk.
I just got some bills from Maddie's doctors
and, uh, I could really use some help.
Please call me back.
This asshole.
(Remy sighs)
(bright lively music)
Your eyes thrill me
Your lips when you're kissing
(Remy humming)
Pay attention to what we are missing
Mm, dance with the music
Romance to the music
And when the night is over
Our love won't be over
Tell me what you're feeling
Don't hold nothing back
You're so appealing
I love where we are at
Let's take it slow
Before those stars start shining
And the moon reminding us
We're in love
We're in love
(bright lively music continues)
Hello.
[Becca] Hey, Rem.
[Remy] Oh, it's you.
[Becca] Look, just because
I am the redheaded stepchild
doesn't mean you have to treat me like one.
[Remy] No, it's not you.
I've been trying to get a hold of Mark.
[Becca] Remy, I'm telling
you, you have to get a lawyer.
Who tries to work out a
divorce without a lawyer?
Serve his ass.
[Remy] I don't need you
to serve my husband, Bec.
[Becca] Okay, I'm just saying.
[Remy] Hey, by the way,
uh, I gotta stop by the pharmacy
and pick up Maddie's meds,
so I'll be a few minutes late tonight.
[Becca] No worries.
I'll keep the kiddos
entertained until you get home.
[Remy] They're the best.
All right, I'm pulling
up to the next house.
I gotta go.
[Becca] Okay. I love you.
- All right.
- See you tonight.
[Remy] Bye.
(gentle calm music)
(Remy sighs)
(bright lively music)
I got no money
And got no job
Got a good lover
He's calm
I get satisfaction by being strange
And people don't know my name
Pass me by, pass me by
You don't care if I survive
My mother told me I was ugly as a child
I was mean
I was wild
When she died, I never cried
Looked down at her grave and I smiled
She passed me by, she passed me by
Drank her whiskey
Took a pill and got high
For the world is white winter
It's cold
When you're different,
people leave you alone
But for me, that never mattered
I'll find peace when
my ashes are scattered
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
I found a cat in the alley
He was hungry-eyed
(phone ringing)
[Mark] Hey, it's Mark.
I have nothing to say to
you, so leave a message.
Seriously, Mark, I
need you to call me back.
(Remy sighs)
(van thumps)
What? No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Are you kidding me? (van clicking)
(Remy sighs)
Fucking shit, motherfucking,
fuck, fuck, fuck!
(soft gentle music)
(child laughs)
(man speaks faintly)
(Remy sighs)
(phone beeping)
It's about fucking time.
[Mark] Hey, Rem. Sorry.
I've been in and out of interviews all day.
I think I misheard you.
You said you've been in and out
of that bimbo bitch's twat all day.
You know, Mark, you might
not need to look for a job
if you hadn't fucked your boss's daughter.
[Mark] Rem, come on.
I don't have time for this.
What do you need?
Oh, right. I'm so sorry.
I'm taking up so much of
your time. How stupid of me!
(chuckles) You know,
Mark, you must think I have
all the time in the fucking
world between work
and raising our two
kids while you gallivant
with Chrissy or Cherry or
whatever her fucking name is.
Are you on to somebody new now, hmm?
[Mark] Rem, we
promised we'd keep this civil.
I don't have time for this.
Just tell me what you need.
I need $1,200.
Jesus Christ! Why do you need $1,200 for?
They stopped making the
generic for Maddie's medication
and insurance won't cover it
so I just used the
mortgage to pay for it, okay?
And you'd know this if you
answered your damn phone.
[Mark] Okay. Okay,
I'll see what I can do.
Well, I hope you can do something
'cause I'm barely making it as.
Fucking asshole.
(soft gentle music continues)
(Remy loudly inhales)
Fucking asshole. Fucking asshole!
Fucking asshole. (sighs)
(Remy sniffles)
(Remy exhales)
(soft gentle music continues)
(Remy exhales)
Okay, okay.
How do I fix this, how do I fix this?
(phone beeping)
Hey, Cheryl, what's up?
[Cheryl] Hey, Remy,
we had a mix-up over here.
We need you to go to
Dr. Wyatt's house on Castleman
before you finish the day.
What? No, no, no, no.
I do his house on Thursdays.
[Cheryl] He called this morning
and apparently he's having a party tomorrow
and we forgot to add it to your work order.
Uh, Cheryl, I, I mean, I had,
have plans with my sister later.
I was just about to go home.
[Cheryl] Girl, I get it.
But he's paying extra.
You'd make an extra $400.
$400. Jesus.
[Cheryl] Yeah, I know. Rich guys.
They'll pay anything to have it their way.
Okay, uh, I'm like 10 minutes away.
I, I'll head over now.
[Cheryl] Rem, you're the best. Thank you.
Oh, by the way, he
said he'd be gone all day,
so use the spare key
under one of the pumpkins.
Will do. All right,
I'll talk to you later.
(soft gentle music)
(keys jingling)
(soft gentle music continues)
(phone ringing)
[Becca] Hey, Rem, what's up?
[Remy] Hey look, they just threw
this house on me last minute.
Um, I'm gonna be like an hour or so late.
Can you please make sure that Zoey puts
the lasagne in the oven?
[Becca] Rem, I've got it covered
and I'm bringing the wine.
[Remy] Okay, thank god.
You are literally the best. Thank you.
Okay, um, well, I just
got here. Gotta go, okay?
[Becca] Okay, see you in a bit.
All right. Oh, okay.
Okay, it is.
Oh, shit.
Oh.
(birds chirping)
(Remy sighs)
All right, it's not gonna
clean itself for me.
(bright lively music)
Trouble, I'm in trouble
That's what my lawyer said
I took a gun
Shot my old man
They found him dead
There's no more beatings
Or calling me names
My lawyer's asking
me, please, plead insane
I knew what I was doing
When I picked up that gun
I'd be shooting my old
man for all what he'd done
The jury looked at me
with hate in their eyes
I wonder how they
live their perfect lives
Trouble, I'm in trouble
That's what they say
What would you do with that much abuse
Day after day
(bright lively music continues)
It don't matter to me
If they find me guilty
I would do it to him
All over again
(Remy sighs)
Don't do it. Don't you do it.
Mm, worth it.
I screamed in the
court room, I'm innocent
Just then
Goddammit!
Seriously?
$400. It's $400.
Dollars, $400, okay. I can do this.
(man speaks faintly)
[Man] Where is it? Where is it?
(sighs) Dr. Wyatt?
Sorry, Cheryl said you
weren't gonna be home.
Sorry, I'll be right out
of your hair, I promise.
(dramatic intense music)
Okay, okay!
No, no! Let me go!
(grunts) No!
(Remy grunts)
(Remy panting)
No!
(Remy panting)
You're not supposed to be here today.
Please, I'm just his
cleaning lady, sir. Please no.
- What are you doing?
- Remy, I'm so sorry.
[Remy] What are you doing, Dr. Wyatt?
- Remy.
- Okay,
why are you doing this?
Dr. Wyatt.
[Dr. Wyatt] Remy.
[Remy] Why?
[Dr. Wyatt] I'm so, so, so, so sorry.
Okay. Remy.
Please.
- Remy, please, I'm so sorry.
- Please.
Sir, sir, please let her go.
She doesn't know anything.
She has nothing to do with this.
Can you just let her go?
Sir, sir,
- she doesn't live here.
- Please!
She's got nothing
- to do with it.
- Please just let me-
- Just let her go home.
- I'm just the cleaning lady.
Please, come on, I'm
just... She has a family.
Let her go!
[Remy] Please just let me go.
- Please.
- I'm just the cleaning lady.
Sir, sir, please just let her go.
She has a family.
- I'm just the cleaning lady.
- Sir, sir!
- Please?
- Let her go! Please!
- Please, just let us go!
Shut up! Just let me
think for a fucking second.
(Remy gasping)
Okay, okay, he's downstairs.
He is really angry and I have no idea why.
I'm so sorry, Remy.
I'm sorry you got in this.
But you're in this now.
Okay.
Who is he? What does he want?
- I don't know.
- What does he want?
There was a knock
at the door this morning.
I just, I just assumed it was
you coming to work early
so I went to answer it.
He barged his way in, started arguing.
He must've got the better of
me because I got knocked down.
I woke up in this chair.
Okay.
Besides all this, how was your day?
It's fucked up. What are we gonna do?
Do you have your cell phone?
No, I left it in my purse
downstairs, fuck. You?
No, no, he must've taken
it when he knocked me out.
You have any weapons?
Pepper spray, anything?
I work for a fucking cleaning service.
What am I gonna do,
feather dust him to death?
[Dr. Wyatt] Does anyone know you're here?
[Remy] Cleaning service, obviously.
Okay, so you need to call them
when you finish a job, right?
No.
Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
(Dr. Wyatt sighs)
Okay.
Oh, okay, okay, my sister. Okay, my sister.
I'm supposed to have
dinner with her tonight
and if I don't make it,
then she's gonna know
that something's wrong
and she's... You know what?
We are going to be dead
before she even realizes
this is happening, do you understand that?
God, god.
Oh, shit.
Okay, okay.
Okay, okay, um...
Fuck.
(Remy crying)
(gentle suspenseful music)
My keys, I have my keys in my apron.
Okay, if I can get to
them, I can cut the tape.
[Dr. Wyatt] What, what,
what, can you get to them?
Oh, I don't know. I don't know.
- Try!
- Okay.
How did you tie that bow? Just go!
Okay, okay, I'm trying. I'm trying.
I don't...
- Come on.
- I don't know.
[Dr. Wyatt] Keep trying, keep trying.
(Remy panting)
What kind of bow did you tie? Keep trying!
We got it?
Okay, twist, twist the half of,
twist it round your back.
(keys jangling)
Okay, I got 'em!
[Dr. Wyatt] Yes! Okay, go.
Okay.
- Fuck, fuck!
- Hurry! He's coming!
Fuck. Okay.
[Dr. Wyatt] He's coming.
(keys jangling)
(unsettling ominous music)
Why are you here today?
You're supposed to work on Thursdays.
Okay.
Dr. Wyatt switched the date
with the cleaning service.
- Bullshit.
- It's true.
[Remy] It's true.
I was meant to be having a party
for associates tomorrow night.
I paid her extra to come today.
Well, that does sound a lot like you.
You're always paying to get
a little extra, aren't you, doc?
Sir, I really need
to tell you something...
What are you talking about?
About my daughter, I... Shut up.
I don't know who you think I am
or what you think I've done.
- Where is it?
- But I-
I don't know what you're talking about.
[Remy] Sir, please, I gotta tell you-
Shut up. Where's the safe?
I don't know what you're talking about!
Yes, you do.
All you rich folks have a safe
or a little hiding place
where you keep all the
good stuff, don't you?
No, we don't.
I don't know what you're talking about
- for the 20th fucking time!
- Where is it?
(tense suspenseful music)
I'm gonna count to five
and if you don't tell me what I wanna know,
I'm gonna bash your fucking head in.
[Dr. Wyatt] No, no, no, please don't!
- Five!
- Please don't,
- we can talk about this.
- No!
Four.
Just let her go, please,
- let's talk this out.
- Three.
[Dr. Wyatt] I don't
know, I've got family-
- Two.
- Please don't do this,
don't do this.
- One.
- I'll tell you,
okay, wait! (horn honking)
What the fuck is that?
Um, it's my car alarm.
I'm sorry, the, it, the, the car,
the alarm is finicky, I...
Where are the fucking keys?
[Remy] Downstairs in my purse.
[Liam] God.
Okay.
[Dr. Wyatt] Okay, can you get untied?
(keys jangling) (Remy grunts)
Okay.
Okay.
[Dr. Wyatt] Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Oh god!
- Quick!
- I'm trying!
[Dr. Wyatt] Okay, and
once you get me untied,
I want you to run down the hallway
to the far corridor of the left.
At the very end, you'll see my bedroom.
There's a bedside table, in that bed,
god, fuck, there's a gun.
Okay, I want you to get it to me, okay?
[Remy] Okay. (grunting) Okay.
And in the meantime, I'll untie my legs.
[Remy] Okay.
(dramatic lively music)
No!
Oh my god.
(dramatic intense music) No!
- Goddamn!
- No!
[Liam] Give me the, give me the
- fucking gun.
- No!
- Give me the fucking gun!
- No!
- Give me the fucking gun!
- No!
- Goddammit!
- No! No!
[Liam] Give me the fucking gun!
[Remy] No!
- Give me the fucking gun!
- Ow! Ow! (grunts)
(dramatic suspenseful music)
Goddammit!
(horn continues honking)
Give me the fucking keys.
Give me the fucking keys!
(keys jangling)
Thank you.
(car beeps)
You sit.
Get to the wall.
Get to the fucking wall!
Give me your fucking hands.
You know, it was supposed to be real easy,
simple in and out scenario.
[Dr. Wyatt] Fuck.
But you just won't
fucking play ball, will you?
And you, lady?
You're starting to become
a real pain in my ass.
[Dr. Wyatt] God! Fuck!
Get up.
Get up!
- Get up!
- Okay!
Wait, where are you taking her?
If you say one more
word without me asking,
I will put a bullet in your
kneecap, do you understand?
(unsettling suspenseful music)
Out.
- Out!
- Okay.
Take a right. Take a right!
Sit.
- Sit!
- Okay.
Don't fucking move.
Put your hands out.
Put your hands out!
Okay.
(Remy crying)
Ow!
Ow! Ow.
Look I'm sorry I did that,
but I really need to tell you about this-
Lady, lady, stop. I'm not here for you.
I don't wanna hurt you.
Please don't make me.
Okay. Okay.
I, can I just please tell you one thing?
What?
Okay, my daughter is
severely epileptic, okay?
There's medication. It's in my car.
I got, I got it today.
You can go see, okay?
That drug needs to be
administered twice a day
or she could have a seizure and die, okay?
Can you please tell me what time it is?
5:35.
Okay, okay, it's due in 55 minutes.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Can you, look, I was already supposed
to be home by now, okay?
Can you please just let me go.
- Jesus Christ.
- I won't tell anybody.
- Jesus Christ.
- I won't tell anybody.
Please just let me go.
Please let me go! Please let me go!
I'm serious. I'm so sorry.
I just, I just, I just wanna go home, okay?
I just wanna go home.
Will you please just let me go?
Will you please, please?
Fuck!
[Remy] Okay.
Don't move a fucking muscle.
[Remy] Okay.
What? What?
Um, okay.
(dramatic suspenseful music)
(birds chirping)
Okay, okay.
Oh, fuck.
Something wrong with your car there, man?
That's one loud alarm.
No, the alarm's just a little finicky.
- It's, it's fine.
- You want me
to take a look at it for you?
I'm pretty good with cars.
No, I'm, I'm good, thanks.
[Neighbor] Friend of Dr. Wyatt?
Yeah, we're old college buddies.
[Neighbor] All right. Sure
you don't need a little help?
(dramatic suspenseful music continues)
Look, pal, it's good. Thank you.
(dog barking)
[Neighbor] Have a nice day.
Okay, okay.
Okay, okay. Ow!
Who can you call?
My sister.
Okay, I'm gonna let you call your sister,
but if you say one word
about me or the doc,
I will shoot you in the fucking head.
Do you understand?
Say it.
I understand.
What's your sister's name?
Becca.
(phone ringing)
[Becca] Don't worry,
the lasagne is in the oven,
the kids are doing their homework,
and I have a wine opener.
Are you on your way home?
No, um, that's why I'm calling.
I'm dealing with this whole
situation at Dr. Wyatt's.
[Becca] Situation? Is everything okay?
(tense suspenseful music)
Yeah, just ended up
being a little bit more trash
to clean up than I thought.
[Becca] Girl, you need a new job.
Yeah, don't I know it?
Um, anyway, so listen.
I'm like 15 minutes away.
I really need you to come and
pick up Maddie's medication
and give it to her.
[Becca] He won't let you
leave to take care of your kid?
Jeez, what an ass.
Yeah, send me the
address and I'll head out now.
Thanks, Bec.
[Becca] No worries.
We'll drink all the wine
tonight. And job hunt.
Sounds like a plan. Thank you.
And Bec? I love you.
[Becca] And you're emotional much?
I love you too, Sis.
(cock clicking)
[Dr. Wyatt] Hello? Would
you please just let her go?
Jesus Christ.
Don't move.
(duct tape rasping)
[Dr. Wyatt] Let her go, you're a fuck!
(door slams)
That guy doesn't shut up, does he?
Now what?
Now we wait.
For what?
For your sister.
I don't wanna be in the middle
of beating him to death when she arrives.
Why are you doing this?
He has something I need.
[Remy] Well, what is it?
Don't worry about it.
Are you gonna kill him?
Probably.
[Remy] And you're gonna let me go?
Lady, if I wanted you
dead, you'd be dead already.
Yeah, well, you
haven't killed him already.
[Liam] Like I said, he
has something I need.
[Remy] Why are you helping me?
Let's just say I know
what it's like to have a kid.
What is that supposed to mean?
Means I had a son. Now I don't
[Remy] I'm sorry.
What was his name?
Matthew.
[Remy] What happened to him?
Leukemia.
Well, that must've
been really hard for you.
I can't imagine what you're going through.
What you're doing now
won't bring Matthew back.
You know, Dr. Wyatt has a daughter,
and what's supposed to-
I don't give a fuck about Dr. Wyatt.
I'm sure his daughter's gonna be just fine
with her fucking trust fund.
(gentle tense music)
Is your kid ever scared of monsters?
[Remy] Course.
Before he got sick,
Matthew used to have
these really bad nightmares.
Like a lot of kids, he was
scared of the boogeyman.
I used to take his stuffed animals,
I'd surround with him with them.
Told him they were his bodyguards,
told them as long as he had his bodyguards,
no monsters in the
world that could hurt him.
One day, he just kind of
stopped believing in monsters.
I blame myself for that.
You want to know why I'm gonna help you
let your sister get this medication?
'Cause I know I would've done anything
to protect Matthew from
the monsters of the world,
so I can only imagine how helpless
you feel right now dealing with me.
But him?
He feels helpless for a
whole different reason.
(doorbell rings)
Listen, I'm gonna go down there
and give your sister this medication,
but if I hear so much
as a peep from up here,
I won't be so nice.
I will grab her. I will kill her.
Got it?
(Remy exhales)
Keep him talking, Becca.
(tense suspenseful music)
[Liam] Hi.
Great house.
Yeah, great house. Thank you.
Uh, you must be Remy's sister.
And you must be the good doctor.
I am.
[Becca] Uh, so I'm here
to pick up meds from Remy.
Yep. There they are.
Where is Remy?
Oh, she's, she's busy inside,
but she asked if I could give those to you.
Yeah, she said that was
some kind of party you had.
Yep, some party.
(tense suspenseful music continues)
[Remy] Okay.
[Becca] Okay, do you mind
if I talk to her for a minute?
Like I said, she's, uh,
she's a little wrapped up
right now, so she asked
if I could give those to you.
Oh, okay.
Uh, I guess just have her call
me when she takes a break.
Absolutely. I will.
You have a good day.
[Becca] Hey, just one more thing.
Yeah.
Are you free Friday night?
Oh, uh, I'm sorry. I'm married.
Right.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
You have a good day.
You, too.
Oh my god.
Man, why are the good ones always taken?
(tense suspenseful music continues)
Thank you. What are you gonna do now?
I don't, I don't understand.
Wait, hello? What are you gonna do now?
You can just let us go!
(duct tape rasping)
Hello? (tense suspenseful music)
[Liam] Where's the safe? Where is it?
[Dr. Wyatt] I don't know
why do you keep talking?
I don't know shit.
[Liam] Where's the safe?
- No!
- Please!
- Where's the safe?
- Stop, no.
[Dr. Wyatt] I don't know
what the... No, stop.
- Where's the safe?
- No! Stop it!
- No!
- I know,
just... Stop it!
- Where's the safe?
- No, please don't do it!
(Dr. Wyatt yells) Just stop!
You don't have to do this!
- Fuck!
- Where's the safe?
No, no! (Dr. Wyatt crying)
Please don't do it! Please don't kill him!
- Ow!
- No, he has a family! Stop!
- Where's the safe?
- Stop!
Please stop! (Dr. Wyatt yells)
- Please, please!
- No, no!
(blows thudding) I know where it is!
I know where it is! I know where it is!
(Dr. Wyatt crying) I know where it is.
I know where it is.
Where is it?
It's behind the painting in the entryway.
Are you lying to me?
- No, I'm not lying.
- Are you fucking lying to me?
I'm not lying to you!
You better not be.
I'm not!
(Remy cries)
Oh my god, no, I don't wanna die.
(Dr. Wyatt crying)
(Remy breathing heavily)
(heartbeat thumping)
Dear god, dear god, dear god.
(Remy speaks faintly)
(unsettling tense music)
(Remy gasps)
What's the code?
I, I don't know.
Don't fucking lie to me.
What's the fucking code?
- I'm not! I don't know!
I have a lot
of numbers in my head - Give me the code!
I... Tell me the code, Remy.
I, just give me a second.
- I'm thinking!
- You think he's such
a good guy, don't you?
You think he's so innocent. He's not!
You have no idea who he is!
Give me the code!
I don't know.
Think. There must be a
dozen codes to this place.
What's the alarm code?
[Liam] 4787.
(Remy crying)
(Remy exhales)
[Dr. Wyatt] Remy, you
need to stop talking to him.
You're gonna get us killed.
(touch pad beeping)
[Remy] He's not gonna kill us.
[Dr. Wyatt] My face begs to differ!
What are you? What, what?
[Liam] Give me the code.
What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?
Okay, so you wanna play it quiet.
(footsteps thudding)
- I'm really sorry, Remy.
- No! No!
No! No!
- You asked for it, doc.
- No! Fuck you!
- No, no, no!
- It's all come to this.
No! Fuck!
Come on, man, what are you doing?
Oh, look who decided... Ow!
To speak, here's what's gonna happen.
I'm gonna count down from
10, you're gonna give me a code,
and if you don't and I get to zero,
I'm going to blow her fucking head off.
Please!
What the fuck is wrong...
10, you really wanna
- do this?
- With you?
Dr. Wyatt, give him... I
don't even have anything
- in you would want!
- The fucking codes!
9! Tick tock, tick tock.
- No, please!
- He's not gonna kill you.
He's bluffing.
- He's bluffing.
- Come on, please,
oh please, oh please!
- 8, I'll do anything
I have to... Please,
I have children!
- Get that fucking safe open.
Please!
- 7, she's begging, doc.
What are you gonna do?
You remember the Hippocratic Oath?
Please, you have... Look,
- I don't wanna die!
- To stop this!
- 6!
- No!
You have the power... No! Come on!
To stop this, give me
- the fucking code!
- Come on!
- Come on, do it.
- Let her go!
Come on!
- 5!
- I won't tell anybody!
- You came here for me!
I won't tell anybody!
It's there!
- You sick fuck!
- No!
- You hear me?
- Tell him, please!
- A sick, sick fuck!
- Please!
- 4!
- No, I don't wanna die!
- Time's running out, doc.
- Please, I won't tell
- anyone.
- She's begging.
- She's gonna die.
- Just tell him
- the fucking code!
- Okay, I'll tell you
- the code, just let her go!
- Just tell him
the fucking code!
- 3! Not good enough.
- Come on, just tell him!
- Tell us where our
confidence are taken...
Why are you doing this?
Please tell him!
- 2!
You're that scared, aren't you?
- Oh god!
- You're so scared,
you'd let her die
before giving me the code.
- Oh god, oh god!
Oh god!
- 1!
- Just tell him the code.
- This is it.
- I'm sorry, Remy.
- Wish I didn't have to.
(cock clicking) (Dr. Wyatt grunts)
7869!
(Dr. Wyatt crying) (cock clicking)
(Remy exhales)
[Remy] Okay. It's all right.
It's all right. It's okay.
You okay? Oh, fuck.
Remy? What are you doing?
(tense suspenseful music)
No, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, Remy! Remy, no!
Fuck!
(Remy grunting)
(knife clanking)
(Remy panting)
(dramatic lively music)
Yes!
(Remy grunts)
Yes! Yes!
(Remy grunting)
Okay.
Please, Remy.
Yes.
(Remy grunting)
- Yeah.
- Okay, come on.
[Dr. Wyatt] Remy, wait.
- Give me the knife.
- What? Why?
He still has the gun.
If he sees us trying to make a run for it.
Oh, yeah. He'll shoot us on the spot.
Okay.
We have to wait for him to get back.
It's your only chance.
We have the catch him off guard
and I can't have you getting hurt.
(Remy panting)
(gentle pensive music)
(gentle pensive music continues)
(dramatic intense music)
(gentle pensive music continues)
(dramatic intense music)
(dramatic intense music)
(unsettling tense music)
(unsettling tense music)
(dramatic intense music)
(Remy gasping)
(Liam grunting)
(Dr. Wyatt coughing)
(Dr. Wyatt grunting)
(gun thuds)
Hey, hey, hey. Don't look at that.
Don't look at that. Hey, it's over.
It's over now.
You did what you needed to do. It's okay.
He can't hurt you.
It's over now.
You did what you needed to do, okay?
(Dr. Wyatt grunts)
Go downstairs and get outside.
I'm gonna call the cops.
Go. Please.
[Remy] Okay.
- Go. Go.
- Huh?
[Remy] Okay.
[Dr. Wyatt] This is case
number 31332, Matthew Barnes,
and this is his father Liam Barnes.
I, I'm sorry. I'm a little camera shy.
Uh, what's with the camera?
We didn't talk about that.
[Dr. Wyatt] Oh, we'd like to
document each case, you know,
just to ensure there's
no discrepancies between
what you're experiencing
and what we're able to witness.
And we can go back in and reference.
Okay, that, that's fine, I guess.
[Dr. Wyatt] Okay, uh, why don't
you tell me what's going on?
Uh, well, I mean, for
the past few months,
Matthew's been experiencing these, like,
really terrible nightmares.
Wakes up in the middle of the night,
I mean he's screaming
at the top of his lungs,
wakes up the whole house.
We can't figure out what's going on.
He, he doesn't watch any scary movies.
We don't let him play violent video games.
Good kid in school.
We just can't figure
out what's up with him.
[Dr. Wyatt] Ooh, well, it sounds to me
like what you're describing is something
called night terrors, and
these can be triggered
by a traumatic event,
like a loss of a loved one,
being bullied in school, things like that.
[Liam] He hasn't experienced
anything like that, though.
[Dr. Wyatt] Hey, Matthew, can you, uh,
describe for me anything
about your bad dreams?
[Matthew] Yes.
[Dr. Wyatt] Well, why don't you start?
Uh, um, it... It's okay, buddy.
You can tell him.
It, it's a man who attacks
me while I'm sleeping,
but when I look up, he has no face.
[Dr. Wyatt] No face?
It's just blank. I can't see his face.
[Dr. Wyatt] Okay, Mr. Barnes, it looks
like we have everything we need for now.
And I can assure you
Matthew's in wonderful hands.
We'll get him up to the nurses
to get prepped for tonight
and hopefully with a little bit of luck,
one night of sleep study should tell us
everything we need to know.
I, I appreciate it. Buddy,
you gonna be okay?
Yeah, Dad, I'm fine.
[Liam] All right. I love you.
- Hey.
- So, Daddy?
[Liam] Yeah?
[Matthew] I'm, I'm scared.
[Liam] Oh buddy, please, come here.
They'll take real good care of you, okay?
[Matthew] Okay, Daddy. I love you.
[Liam] Love you.
(tense suspenseful music)
(dramatic intense music)
- Doctor Wyatt?
- Just lay back.
- No, please, no, no. No.
- It's okay, shh.
(Remy gasping)
(keyboard key clicks)
(Remy gasps)
(dramatic unsettling music)
Really wish you hadn't have seen that.
You? You?
You?
You, you really should have
left when you had a chance.
(Remy yells)
I know. I know this is fucked.
It's totally fucked, right?
But let's face facts here.
I had one of two choices
and in either one you're on his side.
I mean, unless you're on my side,
but, but I think you and I both
know you're not on my side.
(Remy yells)
A-bup-bup-bup-bup.
How could you?
(chuckles) You know what?
Everyone wants to know
the answer to that question.
Maybe you had a fucked-up childhood.
Oh, here's a good one. Neurons misfired.
(Dr. Wyatt laughs)
You know, in actuality,
maybe, just maybe, I like it.
Fuck you!
No!
(Remy grunting)
(Dr. Wyatt yells)
[Dr. Wyatt] Fuck!
(Remy grunting)
[Remy] Gun. Where's the gun?
Okay.
(gunshot bangs)
Huh, you must have been looking for this.
(Remy gasps)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
(Remy grunts)
Shh.
(Remy grunting) Shh, breathe.
It's not gonna hurt long. Shh.
Oh, it looks like I hit your liver.
There's too many blood vessels
that go to the liver,
it's the hepatic artery
and the portal vein,
and it looks like I hit one of them.
(Remy cries)
So the bad news is you're gonna die.
Good news is your
heart is pumping real fast,
so you should bleed out really quickly.
First, you'll get lightheaded,
then you'll go into shock.
(Remy panting)
In about three minutes,
you won't feel a thing.
You know, Remy, I, I really didn't mean
for any of this to happen, you know?
Yeah, I know you've had
a hard past few months,
but if it's gonna be me or you,
it's going to be you every fucking time.
(gentle pensive music)
Shh.
(sirens wailing) Fuck! Goddammit.
No! No!
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
(gentle pensive music continues)
(card reader beeps)
Hey, how's it going?
It's good. How about yourself?
Pretty good. What can I do for you?
I'm Detective Briggs.
I've been assigned to the Wyatt homicide.
I'm here to speak with the suspect.
Oh yeah?
That one's a tough nut to
crack. Won't talk to anybody.
Yep. That's why I'm here.
All right, get you to sign right here,
and I'll buzz you in.
You're that hot-shot detective
up in Pottsville, ain't you?
I am indeed from Pottsville.
You know, I'm studying
for my detective exam.
I hope the best for you.
(chuckles) I'm just kidding.
Can't teach a old dog new tricks.
Remind me to tell you
about a old dog I used to have.
Well, ain't that something?
They say there ain't a case
that you ain't solved yet.
Well, with any luck,
we'll keep that streak going.
Well, sounds like you're
gonna need a little luck
'cause our CSIs, they can't make heads
or tails on what happened in that house.
Let me tell you something.
[Officer Harris] What's that?
Luck doesn't actually
have anything to do with it.
(both laughing)
Yeah, I found that out
the last time I went to Vegas.
You can go in.
(door buzzes)
[Detective Briggs] Take care, man.
Ah, Detective Briggs.
Thank you for coming.
Not a problem, sir.
Happy to be of service.
I gotta tell you, this is
just one giant mess here.
I got a highly respected doctor,
murdered public execution
style, accusations of pedophilia,
child porn rings, and a
media frenzy hunting for heads.
The suspect won't talk to anyone?
Eh, it's not like they're mute.
They just, eh, not talking much.
Okay. Let me see what I can do.
Well, you better do something
'cause it's my ass if you don't.
Hey there.
I'm Detective Briggs.
I've been assigned to
Dr. James Wyatt's homicide.
I was hoping you could clue me in
a little bit as to what happened.
Seems you've raised
some fairly substantial
accusations against Dr. Wyatt.
Is that true?
They told me you almost
bled out during the struggle.
That must've been tough.
You've been in the hospital
the last few weeks from my understanding,
the file also said you're the one that shot
the bullet into the victim's head.
He wasn't the victim.
[Detective Briggs] Who
do you consider the victim?
My son.
Mr. Barnes, they investigated your claims
and found no evidence to back them up.
It was a laptop.
Yes. They found the
safe, they found the laptop.
There was nothing on it.
Mr. Barnes, you do realize
you're in very serious trouble.
Did you show Dr. Wyatt?
Of course I did.
Wouldn't you if he raped your kid?
Probably.
Can you please just tell me
what happened from the beginning?
Do you have kids, Detective?
[Detective Briggs] I do.
If I tell you what you wanna
know, I have conditions.
[Detective Briggs] Write
down what it is that you want,
and I'll see what I can do.
This is all you want?
Yep.
[Detective Briggs]
Mr. Barnes, I hope you realize
this is all based on your cooperation.
About two years ago,
my son started having night terrors.
Couldn't figure out what
was going on with him.
So we took him to see Wyatt.
Turns out one of the first
signs of leukemia in children,
recurrent nightmares.
(tense unsettling music)
Matthew tried to tell me
what had happened to him,
and I tried to do things the right way.
I begged the police to investigate,
but there was no way that Dr. James Wyatt
could do something so heinous.
After all, he was a contributing member
of, of the community.
Turns out he was also police
department's largest donor.
Matthew died last month.
I went crazy.
I went to Wyatt's to
beat the truth out of him.
Next thing I knew, I had
him tied up to a chair.
Then that maid, Remy, showed up,
and I tied her up, too.
[Detective Briggs] Her blood was found
throughout the house.
Do you know what happened there?
(tense unsettling music continues)
One of them got free and found a knife.
Wyatt stabbed me,
wrestled me to the ground.
Took my gun, shot me in the back.
I was losing a lot of blood
and I was in and out of consciousness,
but I remember he said something
about her knowing the truth
and he couldn't let her live.
So he shot her, too.
I laid there for maybe five minutes,
then I heard the struggle
up and down the, the house.
That's probably why her
blood is all over the place.
(tense unsettling music continues)
When I came to, I heard sirens.
I got up, I saw Remy
was there on the floor,
grabbed the gun, stumbled downstairs,
and found Wyatt just as he
was about go to the police.
And I knew, I knew if he did,
he would never pay for
what he'd done to my son.
So yeah, I shot him.
(knuckles rapping)
Briggs, something you need to see.
Be there in a... Briggs, right now.
I'll be right back.
(sighs) This just got
delivered to the station.
It's a thumb drive.
What's on it?
I don't know. I came
and got you immediately.
(gentle pensive music)
(Remy gasping)
We, we... Remy, Remy, give me the gun.
Give me the gun.
Look, this isn't your fault.
- No.
- Okay?
This isn't your fault.
I killed Wyatt, okay?
Say it, Liam Barnes killed Dr. Wyatt.
Liam Barnes killed Dr. Wyatt.
Liam Barnes killed Dr. Wyatt. Say it.
Liam Barnes killed Dr. Wyatt.
Yes, yes. Look, take this.
Take this, take this, okay?
It's proof, okay? It's proof who he is.
- Okay?
- Okay.
Tell them, okay? Go.
Go, you gotta go. Get
upstairs, get upstairs.
- Okay.
- Okay.
(Liam gasping)
(gentle pensive music continues)
Mr. Barnes, if I ask Remy about this,
is she gonna give me the same story?
I don't know.
You're gonna have to ask her.
(gentle hopeful music)
- Steady hands.
- All right,
- Maddie, you're up.
- Come on.
Try, go on, grab one.
All right.
[Zoey] Fall!
(all laughing)
(imitates buzzer blaring)
- Ooh!
- Oh, oh, oh!
- Don't let it fall!
It's wobbling! (all cheering)
[Zoey] I'm sorry, what was that?
[Becca] Oh, she's, uh!
Window of my life
It's filled
With conversation - All right, Zoey,
let's see your move.
Y'all set me up.
The conversation - Ooh!
- Okay, okay, yes.
- Yeah.
[Becca] 30 degrees? Oh, oh!
[Remy] Come on! Yes!
[Becca] Oh, am I allowed to touch them?
(laughs) No.
- No!
- What are you doing?
(all chattering indistinctly)
It was your turn!
We've received breaking news
that Liam Barnes was found not guilty
by reason of temporary insanity
in the James Wyatt homicide.
Evidence apparently shows that Wyatt
not only molested Barnes' son,
but multiple other children as well.
Barnes claims he reached out
to police numerous
times and they did nothing.
Chief McCoy-
Someday you might dream of me
Put everyone else in
that box on your shelf
Let me hold you quietly
Tonight
(gentle upbeat music)
Quite the unexpected story
Just to say the least
Man, I wasn't expecting a change
In circumstance
Especially not the change in me
And I can call with the distance
And I can manage the days
Just as long as I know that someday
Somewhere, somehow I
might be able to see your face
To safely go back to sleep
Thinking that someday,
might be dreaming of me
Let them come down Put everyone else
In that box on your shelf
Don't make a sound Put everyone else
In that box Still trying
To figure it out On your shelf
Put everyone else
Zoey, it's time to get up.
I'm running late for work.
Zoe!
Hey, Sleeping Beauty.
- Mom.
- It's time to get up.
What?
It's time to get up. You
need get ready for school.
Mom.
Get up, get up, get up.
Get up, get up, get up.
- Mom!
- Come on. I'm late.
You need to get ready for school,
and make sure your sister catches the bus.
[Maddie] I don't need a babysitter!
(sighs) I know!
Come on, five more minutes.
How about five more seconds? Okay?
Come on, come on, come
on. (sighs) Your sister.
(gentle peaceful music)
Mom, did you know snakes
can help predict earthquakes?
Mom? Mom?
Mom?
Yeah? Uh, yeah, honey.
[Maddie] Did you know that snakes
can help predict earthquakes?
Oh, that's nice.
Mom, you're doing that thing again.
What thing, baby?
You're not actually listening to me.
I'm sorry.
I'm all ears.
Snakes can sense a coming
earthquake from 75 miles away
up to five days before.
Well, that is very interesting.
Where did you learn that?
The internet.
(chuckles) All right. Open up.
Mom, I hate these.
They're hard to swallow.
[Remy] I know, honey,
but you gotta take it.
Fine.
(gentle peaceful music continues)
See, that wasn't so bad.
You're not the one taking them.
Oh, honey.
All right, you two. Um, I
have got to get to work.
There is cereal.
Would you please put
it up when you're done?
And okay, Bec is coming over around six.
I get off around five, but I've gotta stop
and get Maddie's meds
at the pharmacy, okay?
So can you put the lasagne in, 350?
Will do.
Okay, (sighs) oh, hey, I love you.
Love you, too, Mom.
Love you!
(phone ringing)
[Mark] Hey, it's Mark.
I have nothing to say to
you, so leave a message.
Wow, it's almost like you
made that voicemail just for me.
Listen, Mark, we need to talk.
I just got some bills from Maddie's doctors
and, uh, I could really use some help.
Please call me back.
This asshole.
(Remy sighs)
(bright lively music)
Your eyes thrill me
Your lips when you're kissing
(Remy humming)
Pay attention to what we are missing
Mm, dance with the music
Romance to the music
And when the night is over
Our love won't be over
Tell me what you're feeling
Don't hold nothing back
You're so appealing
I love where we are at
Let's take it slow
Before those stars start shining
And the moon reminding us
We're in love
We're in love
(bright lively music continues)
Hello.
[Becca] Hey, Rem.
[Remy] Oh, it's you.
[Becca] Look, just because
I am the redheaded stepchild
doesn't mean you have to treat me like one.
[Remy] No, it's not you.
I've been trying to get a hold of Mark.
[Becca] Remy, I'm telling
you, you have to get a lawyer.
Who tries to work out a
divorce without a lawyer?
Serve his ass.
[Remy] I don't need you
to serve my husband, Bec.
[Becca] Okay, I'm just saying.
[Remy] Hey, by the way,
uh, I gotta stop by the pharmacy
and pick up Maddie's meds,
so I'll be a few minutes late tonight.
[Becca] No worries.
I'll keep the kiddos
entertained until you get home.
[Remy] They're the best.
All right, I'm pulling
up to the next house.
I gotta go.
[Becca] Okay. I love you.
- All right.
- See you tonight.
[Remy] Bye.
(gentle calm music)
(Remy sighs)
(bright lively music)
I got no money
And got no job
Got a good lover
He's calm
I get satisfaction by being strange
And people don't know my name
Pass me by, pass me by
You don't care if I survive
My mother told me I was ugly as a child
I was mean
I was wild
When she died, I never cried
Looked down at her grave and I smiled
She passed me by, she passed me by
Drank her whiskey
Took a pill and got high
For the world is white winter
It's cold
When you're different,
people leave you alone
But for me, that never mattered
I'll find peace when
my ashes are scattered
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
I found a cat in the alley
He was hungry-eyed
(phone ringing)
[Mark] Hey, it's Mark.
I have nothing to say to
you, so leave a message.
Seriously, Mark, I
need you to call me back.
(Remy sighs)
(van thumps)
What? No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Are you kidding me? (van clicking)
(Remy sighs)
Fucking shit, motherfucking,
fuck, fuck, fuck!
(soft gentle music)
(child laughs)
(man speaks faintly)
(Remy sighs)
(phone beeping)
It's about fucking time.
[Mark] Hey, Rem. Sorry.
I've been in and out of interviews all day.
I think I misheard you.
You said you've been in and out
of that bimbo bitch's twat all day.
You know, Mark, you might
not need to look for a job
if you hadn't fucked your boss's daughter.
[Mark] Rem, come on.
I don't have time for this.
What do you need?
Oh, right. I'm so sorry.
I'm taking up so much of
your time. How stupid of me!
(chuckles) You know,
Mark, you must think I have
all the time in the fucking
world between work
and raising our two
kids while you gallivant
with Chrissy or Cherry or
whatever her fucking name is.
Are you on to somebody new now, hmm?
[Mark] Rem, we
promised we'd keep this civil.
I don't have time for this.
Just tell me what you need.
I need $1,200.
Jesus Christ! Why do you need $1,200 for?
They stopped making the
generic for Maddie's medication
and insurance won't cover it
so I just used the
mortgage to pay for it, okay?
And you'd know this if you
answered your damn phone.
[Mark] Okay. Okay,
I'll see what I can do.
Well, I hope you can do something
'cause I'm barely making it as.
Fucking asshole.
(soft gentle music continues)
(Remy loudly inhales)
Fucking asshole. Fucking asshole!
Fucking asshole. (sighs)
(Remy sniffles)
(Remy exhales)
(soft gentle music continues)
(Remy exhales)
Okay, okay.
How do I fix this, how do I fix this?
(phone beeping)
Hey, Cheryl, what's up?
[Cheryl] Hey, Remy,
we had a mix-up over here.
We need you to go to
Dr. Wyatt's house on Castleman
before you finish the day.
What? No, no, no, no.
I do his house on Thursdays.
[Cheryl] He called this morning
and apparently he's having a party tomorrow
and we forgot to add it to your work order.
Uh, Cheryl, I, I mean, I had,
have plans with my sister later.
I was just about to go home.
[Cheryl] Girl, I get it.
But he's paying extra.
You'd make an extra $400.
$400. Jesus.
[Cheryl] Yeah, I know. Rich guys.
They'll pay anything to have it their way.
Okay, uh, I'm like 10 minutes away.
I, I'll head over now.
[Cheryl] Rem, you're the best. Thank you.
Oh, by the way, he
said he'd be gone all day,
so use the spare key
under one of the pumpkins.
Will do. All right,
I'll talk to you later.
(soft gentle music)
(keys jingling)
(soft gentle music continues)
(phone ringing)
[Becca] Hey, Rem, what's up?
[Remy] Hey look, they just threw
this house on me last minute.
Um, I'm gonna be like an hour or so late.
Can you please make sure that Zoey puts
the lasagne in the oven?
[Becca] Rem, I've got it covered
and I'm bringing the wine.
[Remy] Okay, thank god.
You are literally the best. Thank you.
Okay, um, well, I just
got here. Gotta go, okay?
[Becca] Okay, see you in a bit.
All right. Oh, okay.
Okay, it is.
Oh, shit.
Oh.
(birds chirping)
(Remy sighs)
All right, it's not gonna
clean itself for me.
(bright lively music)
Trouble, I'm in trouble
That's what my lawyer said
I took a gun
Shot my old man
They found him dead
There's no more beatings
Or calling me names
My lawyer's asking
me, please, plead insane
I knew what I was doing
When I picked up that gun
I'd be shooting my old
man for all what he'd done
The jury looked at me
with hate in their eyes
I wonder how they
live their perfect lives
Trouble, I'm in trouble
That's what they say
What would you do with that much abuse
Day after day
(bright lively music continues)
It don't matter to me
If they find me guilty
I would do it to him
All over again
(Remy sighs)
Don't do it. Don't you do it.
Mm, worth it.
I screamed in the
court room, I'm innocent
Just then
Goddammit!
Seriously?
$400. It's $400.
Dollars, $400, okay. I can do this.
(man speaks faintly)
[Man] Where is it? Where is it?
(sighs) Dr. Wyatt?
Sorry, Cheryl said you
weren't gonna be home.
Sorry, I'll be right out
of your hair, I promise.
(dramatic intense music)
Okay, okay!
No, no! Let me go!
(grunts) No!
(Remy grunts)
(Remy panting)
No!
(Remy panting)
You're not supposed to be here today.
Please, I'm just his
cleaning lady, sir. Please no.
- What are you doing?
- Remy, I'm so sorry.
[Remy] What are you doing, Dr. Wyatt?
- Remy.
- Okay,
why are you doing this?
Dr. Wyatt.
[Dr. Wyatt] Remy.
[Remy] Why?
[Dr. Wyatt] I'm so, so, so, so sorry.
Okay. Remy.
Please.
- Remy, please, I'm so sorry.
- Please.
Sir, sir, please let her go.
She doesn't know anything.
She has nothing to do with this.
Can you just let her go?
Sir, sir,
- she doesn't live here.
- Please!
She's got nothing
- to do with it.
- Please just let me-
- Just let her go home.
- I'm just the cleaning lady.
Please, come on, I'm
just... She has a family.
Let her go!
[Remy] Please just let me go.
- Please.
- I'm just the cleaning lady.
Sir, sir, please just let her go.
She has a family.
- I'm just the cleaning lady.
- Sir, sir!
- Please?
- Let her go! Please!
- Please, just let us go!
Shut up! Just let me
think for a fucking second.
(Remy gasping)
Okay, okay, he's downstairs.
He is really angry and I have no idea why.
I'm so sorry, Remy.
I'm sorry you got in this.
But you're in this now.
Okay.
Who is he? What does he want?
- I don't know.
- What does he want?
There was a knock
at the door this morning.
I just, I just assumed it was
you coming to work early
so I went to answer it.
He barged his way in, started arguing.
He must've got the better of
me because I got knocked down.
I woke up in this chair.
Okay.
Besides all this, how was your day?
It's fucked up. What are we gonna do?
Do you have your cell phone?
No, I left it in my purse
downstairs, fuck. You?
No, no, he must've taken
it when he knocked me out.
You have any weapons?
Pepper spray, anything?
I work for a fucking cleaning service.
What am I gonna do,
feather dust him to death?
[Dr. Wyatt] Does anyone know you're here?
[Remy] Cleaning service, obviously.
Okay, so you need to call them
when you finish a job, right?
No.
Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
(Dr. Wyatt sighs)
Okay.
Oh, okay, okay, my sister. Okay, my sister.
I'm supposed to have
dinner with her tonight
and if I don't make it,
then she's gonna know
that something's wrong
and she's... You know what?
We are going to be dead
before she even realizes
this is happening, do you understand that?
God, god.
Oh, shit.
Okay, okay.
Okay, okay, um...
Fuck.
(Remy crying)
(gentle suspenseful music)
My keys, I have my keys in my apron.
Okay, if I can get to
them, I can cut the tape.
[Dr. Wyatt] What, what,
what, can you get to them?
Oh, I don't know. I don't know.
- Try!
- Okay.
How did you tie that bow? Just go!
Okay, okay, I'm trying. I'm trying.
I don't...
- Come on.
- I don't know.
[Dr. Wyatt] Keep trying, keep trying.
(Remy panting)
What kind of bow did you tie? Keep trying!
We got it?
Okay, twist, twist the half of,
twist it round your back.
(keys jangling)
Okay, I got 'em!
[Dr. Wyatt] Yes! Okay, go.
Okay.
- Fuck, fuck!
- Hurry! He's coming!
Fuck. Okay.
[Dr. Wyatt] He's coming.
(keys jangling)
(unsettling ominous music)
Why are you here today?
You're supposed to work on Thursdays.
Okay.
Dr. Wyatt switched the date
with the cleaning service.
- Bullshit.
- It's true.
[Remy] It's true.
I was meant to be having a party
for associates tomorrow night.
I paid her extra to come today.
Well, that does sound a lot like you.
You're always paying to get
a little extra, aren't you, doc?
Sir, I really need
to tell you something...
What are you talking about?
About my daughter, I... Shut up.
I don't know who you think I am
or what you think I've done.
- Where is it?
- But I-
I don't know what you're talking about.
[Remy] Sir, please, I gotta tell you-
Shut up. Where's the safe?
I don't know what you're talking about!
Yes, you do.
All you rich folks have a safe
or a little hiding place
where you keep all the
good stuff, don't you?
No, we don't.
I don't know what you're talking about
- for the 20th fucking time!
- Where is it?
(tense suspenseful music)
I'm gonna count to five
and if you don't tell me what I wanna know,
I'm gonna bash your fucking head in.
[Dr. Wyatt] No, no, no, please don't!
- Five!
- Please don't,
- we can talk about this.
- No!
Four.
Just let her go, please,
- let's talk this out.
- Three.
[Dr. Wyatt] I don't
know, I've got family-
- Two.
- Please don't do this,
don't do this.
- One.
- I'll tell you,
okay, wait! (horn honking)
What the fuck is that?
Um, it's my car alarm.
I'm sorry, the, it, the, the car,
the alarm is finicky, I...
Where are the fucking keys?
[Remy] Downstairs in my purse.
[Liam] God.
Okay.
[Dr. Wyatt] Okay, can you get untied?
(keys jangling) (Remy grunts)
Okay.
Okay.
[Dr. Wyatt] Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Oh god!
- Quick!
- I'm trying!
[Dr. Wyatt] Okay, and
once you get me untied,
I want you to run down the hallway
to the far corridor of the left.
At the very end, you'll see my bedroom.
There's a bedside table, in that bed,
god, fuck, there's a gun.
Okay, I want you to get it to me, okay?
[Remy] Okay. (grunting) Okay.
And in the meantime, I'll untie my legs.
[Remy] Okay.
(dramatic lively music)
No!
Oh my god.
(dramatic intense music) No!
- Goddamn!
- No!
[Liam] Give me the, give me the
- fucking gun.
- No!
- Give me the fucking gun!
- No!
- Give me the fucking gun!
- No!
- Goddammit!
- No! No!
[Liam] Give me the fucking gun!
[Remy] No!
- Give me the fucking gun!
- Ow! Ow! (grunts)
(dramatic suspenseful music)
Goddammit!
(horn continues honking)
Give me the fucking keys.
Give me the fucking keys!
(keys jangling)
Thank you.
(car beeps)
You sit.
Get to the wall.
Get to the fucking wall!
Give me your fucking hands.
You know, it was supposed to be real easy,
simple in and out scenario.
[Dr. Wyatt] Fuck.
But you just won't
fucking play ball, will you?
And you, lady?
You're starting to become
a real pain in my ass.
[Dr. Wyatt] God! Fuck!
Get up.
Get up!
- Get up!
- Okay!
Wait, where are you taking her?
If you say one more
word without me asking,
I will put a bullet in your
kneecap, do you understand?
(unsettling suspenseful music)
Out.
- Out!
- Okay.
Take a right. Take a right!
Sit.
- Sit!
- Okay.
Don't fucking move.
Put your hands out.
Put your hands out!
Okay.
(Remy crying)
Ow!
Ow! Ow.
Look I'm sorry I did that,
but I really need to tell you about this-
Lady, lady, stop. I'm not here for you.
I don't wanna hurt you.
Please don't make me.
Okay. Okay.
I, can I just please tell you one thing?
What?
Okay, my daughter is
severely epileptic, okay?
There's medication. It's in my car.
I got, I got it today.
You can go see, okay?
That drug needs to be
administered twice a day
or she could have a seizure and die, okay?
Can you please tell me what time it is?
5:35.
Okay, okay, it's due in 55 minutes.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Can you, look, I was already supposed
to be home by now, okay?
Can you please just let me go.
- Jesus Christ.
- I won't tell anybody.
- Jesus Christ.
- I won't tell anybody.
Please just let me go.
Please let me go! Please let me go!
I'm serious. I'm so sorry.
I just, I just, I just wanna go home, okay?
I just wanna go home.
Will you please just let me go?
Will you please, please?
Fuck!
[Remy] Okay.
Don't move a fucking muscle.
[Remy] Okay.
What? What?
Um, okay.
(dramatic suspenseful music)
(birds chirping)
Okay, okay.
Oh, fuck.
Something wrong with your car there, man?
That's one loud alarm.
No, the alarm's just a little finicky.
- It's, it's fine.
- You want me
to take a look at it for you?
I'm pretty good with cars.
No, I'm, I'm good, thanks.
[Neighbor] Friend of Dr. Wyatt?
Yeah, we're old college buddies.
[Neighbor] All right. Sure
you don't need a little help?
(dramatic suspenseful music continues)
Look, pal, it's good. Thank you.
(dog barking)
[Neighbor] Have a nice day.
Okay, okay.
Okay, okay. Ow!
Who can you call?
My sister.
Okay, I'm gonna let you call your sister,
but if you say one word
about me or the doc,
I will shoot you in the fucking head.
Do you understand?
Say it.
I understand.
What's your sister's name?
Becca.
(phone ringing)
[Becca] Don't worry,
the lasagne is in the oven,
the kids are doing their homework,
and I have a wine opener.
Are you on your way home?
No, um, that's why I'm calling.
I'm dealing with this whole
situation at Dr. Wyatt's.
[Becca] Situation? Is everything okay?
(tense suspenseful music)
Yeah, just ended up
being a little bit more trash
to clean up than I thought.
[Becca] Girl, you need a new job.
Yeah, don't I know it?
Um, anyway, so listen.
I'm like 15 minutes away.
I really need you to come and
pick up Maddie's medication
and give it to her.
[Becca] He won't let you
leave to take care of your kid?
Jeez, what an ass.
Yeah, send me the
address and I'll head out now.
Thanks, Bec.
[Becca] No worries.
We'll drink all the wine
tonight. And job hunt.
Sounds like a plan. Thank you.
And Bec? I love you.
[Becca] And you're emotional much?
I love you too, Sis.
(cock clicking)
[Dr. Wyatt] Hello? Would
you please just let her go?
Jesus Christ.
Don't move.
(duct tape rasping)
[Dr. Wyatt] Let her go, you're a fuck!
(door slams)
That guy doesn't shut up, does he?
Now what?
Now we wait.
For what?
For your sister.
I don't wanna be in the middle
of beating him to death when she arrives.
Why are you doing this?
He has something I need.
[Remy] Well, what is it?
Don't worry about it.
Are you gonna kill him?
Probably.
[Remy] And you're gonna let me go?
Lady, if I wanted you
dead, you'd be dead already.
Yeah, well, you
haven't killed him already.
[Liam] Like I said, he
has something I need.
[Remy] Why are you helping me?
Let's just say I know
what it's like to have a kid.
What is that supposed to mean?
Means I had a son. Now I don't
[Remy] I'm sorry.
What was his name?
Matthew.
[Remy] What happened to him?
Leukemia.
Well, that must've
been really hard for you.
I can't imagine what you're going through.
What you're doing now
won't bring Matthew back.
You know, Dr. Wyatt has a daughter,
and what's supposed to-
I don't give a fuck about Dr. Wyatt.
I'm sure his daughter's gonna be just fine
with her fucking trust fund.
(gentle tense music)
Is your kid ever scared of monsters?
[Remy] Course.
Before he got sick,
Matthew used to have
these really bad nightmares.
Like a lot of kids, he was
scared of the boogeyman.
I used to take his stuffed animals,
I'd surround with him with them.
Told him they were his bodyguards,
told them as long as he had his bodyguards,
no monsters in the
world that could hurt him.
One day, he just kind of
stopped believing in monsters.
I blame myself for that.
You want to know why I'm gonna help you
let your sister get this medication?
'Cause I know I would've done anything
to protect Matthew from
the monsters of the world,
so I can only imagine how helpless
you feel right now dealing with me.
But him?
He feels helpless for a
whole different reason.
(doorbell rings)
Listen, I'm gonna go down there
and give your sister this medication,
but if I hear so much
as a peep from up here,
I won't be so nice.
I will grab her. I will kill her.
Got it?
(Remy exhales)
Keep him talking, Becca.
(tense suspenseful music)
[Liam] Hi.
Great house.
Yeah, great house. Thank you.
Uh, you must be Remy's sister.
And you must be the good doctor.
I am.
[Becca] Uh, so I'm here
to pick up meds from Remy.
Yep. There they are.
Where is Remy?
Oh, she's, she's busy inside,
but she asked if I could give those to you.
Yeah, she said that was
some kind of party you had.
Yep, some party.
(tense suspenseful music continues)
[Remy] Okay.
[Becca] Okay, do you mind
if I talk to her for a minute?
Like I said, she's, uh,
she's a little wrapped up
right now, so she asked
if I could give those to you.
Oh, okay.
Uh, I guess just have her call
me when she takes a break.
Absolutely. I will.
You have a good day.
[Becca] Hey, just one more thing.
Yeah.
Are you free Friday night?
Oh, uh, I'm sorry. I'm married.
Right.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
You have a good day.
You, too.
Oh my god.
Man, why are the good ones always taken?
(tense suspenseful music continues)
Thank you. What are you gonna do now?
I don't, I don't understand.
Wait, hello? What are you gonna do now?
You can just let us go!
(duct tape rasping)
Hello? (tense suspenseful music)
[Liam] Where's the safe? Where is it?
[Dr. Wyatt] I don't know
why do you keep talking?
I don't know shit.
[Liam] Where's the safe?
- No!
- Please!
- Where's the safe?
- Stop, no.
[Dr. Wyatt] I don't know
what the... No, stop.
- Where's the safe?
- No! Stop it!
- No!
- I know,
just... Stop it!
- Where's the safe?
- No, please don't do it!
(Dr. Wyatt yells) Just stop!
You don't have to do this!
- Fuck!
- Where's the safe?
No, no! (Dr. Wyatt crying)
Please don't do it! Please don't kill him!
- Ow!
- No, he has a family! Stop!
- Where's the safe?
- Stop!
Please stop! (Dr. Wyatt yells)
- Please, please!
- No, no!
(blows thudding) I know where it is!
I know where it is! I know where it is!
(Dr. Wyatt crying) I know where it is.
I know where it is.
Where is it?
It's behind the painting in the entryway.
Are you lying to me?
- No, I'm not lying.
- Are you fucking lying to me?
I'm not lying to you!
You better not be.
I'm not!
(Remy cries)
Oh my god, no, I don't wanna die.
(Dr. Wyatt crying)
(Remy breathing heavily)
(heartbeat thumping)
Dear god, dear god, dear god.
(Remy speaks faintly)
(unsettling tense music)
(Remy gasps)
What's the code?
I, I don't know.
Don't fucking lie to me.
What's the fucking code?
- I'm not! I don't know!
I have a lot
of numbers in my head - Give me the code!
I... Tell me the code, Remy.
I, just give me a second.
- I'm thinking!
- You think he's such
a good guy, don't you?
You think he's so innocent. He's not!
You have no idea who he is!
Give me the code!
I don't know.
Think. There must be a
dozen codes to this place.
What's the alarm code?
[Liam] 4787.
(Remy crying)
(Remy exhales)
[Dr. Wyatt] Remy, you
need to stop talking to him.
You're gonna get us killed.
(touch pad beeping)
[Remy] He's not gonna kill us.
[Dr. Wyatt] My face begs to differ!
What are you? What, what?
[Liam] Give me the code.
What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?
Okay, so you wanna play it quiet.
(footsteps thudding)
- I'm really sorry, Remy.
- No! No!
No! No!
- You asked for it, doc.
- No! Fuck you!
- No, no, no!
- It's all come to this.
No! Fuck!
Come on, man, what are you doing?
Oh, look who decided... Ow!
To speak, here's what's gonna happen.
I'm gonna count down from
10, you're gonna give me a code,
and if you don't and I get to zero,
I'm going to blow her fucking head off.
Please!
What the fuck is wrong...
10, you really wanna
- do this?
- With you?
Dr. Wyatt, give him... I
don't even have anything
- in you would want!
- The fucking codes!
9! Tick tock, tick tock.
- No, please!
- He's not gonna kill you.
He's bluffing.
- He's bluffing.
- Come on, please,
oh please, oh please!
- 8, I'll do anything
I have to... Please,
I have children!
- Get that fucking safe open.
Please!
- 7, she's begging, doc.
What are you gonna do?
You remember the Hippocratic Oath?
Please, you have... Look,
- I don't wanna die!
- To stop this!
- 6!
- No!
You have the power... No! Come on!
To stop this, give me
- the fucking code!
- Come on!
- Come on, do it.
- Let her go!
Come on!
- 5!
- I won't tell anybody!
- You came here for me!
I won't tell anybody!
It's there!
- You sick fuck!
- No!
- You hear me?
- Tell him, please!
- A sick, sick fuck!
- Please!
- 4!
- No, I don't wanna die!
- Time's running out, doc.
- Please, I won't tell
- anyone.
- She's begging.
- She's gonna die.
- Just tell him
- the fucking code!
- Okay, I'll tell you
- the code, just let her go!
- Just tell him
the fucking code!
- 3! Not good enough.
- Come on, just tell him!
- Tell us where our
confidence are taken...
Why are you doing this?
Please tell him!
- 2!
You're that scared, aren't you?
- Oh god!
- You're so scared,
you'd let her die
before giving me the code.
- Oh god, oh god!
Oh god!
- 1!
- Just tell him the code.
- This is it.
- I'm sorry, Remy.
- Wish I didn't have to.
(cock clicking) (Dr. Wyatt grunts)
7869!
(Dr. Wyatt crying) (cock clicking)
(Remy exhales)
[Remy] Okay. It's all right.
It's all right. It's okay.
You okay? Oh, fuck.
Remy? What are you doing?
(tense suspenseful music)
No, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, Remy! Remy, no!
Fuck!
(Remy grunting)
(knife clanking)
(Remy panting)
(dramatic lively music)
Yes!
(Remy grunts)
Yes! Yes!
(Remy grunting)
Okay.
Please, Remy.
Yes.
(Remy grunting)
- Yeah.
- Okay, come on.
[Dr. Wyatt] Remy, wait.
- Give me the knife.
- What? Why?
He still has the gun.
If he sees us trying to make a run for it.
Oh, yeah. He'll shoot us on the spot.
Okay.
We have to wait for him to get back.
It's your only chance.
We have the catch him off guard
and I can't have you getting hurt.
(Remy panting)
(gentle pensive music)
(gentle pensive music continues)
(dramatic intense music)
(gentle pensive music continues)
(dramatic intense music)
(dramatic intense music)
(unsettling tense music)
(unsettling tense music)
(dramatic intense music)
(Remy gasping)
(Liam grunting)
(Dr. Wyatt coughing)
(Dr. Wyatt grunting)
(gun thuds)
Hey, hey, hey. Don't look at that.
Don't look at that. Hey, it's over.
It's over now.
You did what you needed to do. It's okay.
He can't hurt you.
It's over now.
You did what you needed to do, okay?
(Dr. Wyatt grunts)
Go downstairs and get outside.
I'm gonna call the cops.
Go. Please.
[Remy] Okay.
- Go. Go.
- Huh?
[Remy] Okay.
[Dr. Wyatt] This is case
number 31332, Matthew Barnes,
and this is his father Liam Barnes.
I, I'm sorry. I'm a little camera shy.
Uh, what's with the camera?
We didn't talk about that.
[Dr. Wyatt] Oh, we'd like to
document each case, you know,
just to ensure there's
no discrepancies between
what you're experiencing
and what we're able to witness.
And we can go back in and reference.
Okay, that, that's fine, I guess.
[Dr. Wyatt] Okay, uh, why don't
you tell me what's going on?
Uh, well, I mean, for
the past few months,
Matthew's been experiencing these, like,
really terrible nightmares.
Wakes up in the middle of the night,
I mean he's screaming
at the top of his lungs,
wakes up the whole house.
We can't figure out what's going on.
He, he doesn't watch any scary movies.
We don't let him play violent video games.
Good kid in school.
We just can't figure
out what's up with him.
[Dr. Wyatt] Ooh, well, it sounds to me
like what you're describing is something
called night terrors, and
these can be triggered
by a traumatic event,
like a loss of a loved one,
being bullied in school, things like that.
[Liam] He hasn't experienced
anything like that, though.
[Dr. Wyatt] Hey, Matthew, can you, uh,
describe for me anything
about your bad dreams?
[Matthew] Yes.
[Dr. Wyatt] Well, why don't you start?
Uh, um, it... It's okay, buddy.
You can tell him.
It, it's a man who attacks
me while I'm sleeping,
but when I look up, he has no face.
[Dr. Wyatt] No face?
It's just blank. I can't see his face.
[Dr. Wyatt] Okay, Mr. Barnes, it looks
like we have everything we need for now.
And I can assure you
Matthew's in wonderful hands.
We'll get him up to the nurses
to get prepped for tonight
and hopefully with a little bit of luck,
one night of sleep study should tell us
everything we need to know.
I, I appreciate it. Buddy,
you gonna be okay?
Yeah, Dad, I'm fine.
[Liam] All right. I love you.
- Hey.
- So, Daddy?
[Liam] Yeah?
[Matthew] I'm, I'm scared.
[Liam] Oh buddy, please, come here.
They'll take real good care of you, okay?
[Matthew] Okay, Daddy. I love you.
[Liam] Love you.
(tense suspenseful music)
(dramatic intense music)
- Doctor Wyatt?
- Just lay back.
- No, please, no, no. No.
- It's okay, shh.
(Remy gasping)
(keyboard key clicks)
(Remy gasps)
(dramatic unsettling music)
Really wish you hadn't have seen that.
You? You?
You?
You, you really should have
left when you had a chance.
(Remy yells)
I know. I know this is fucked.
It's totally fucked, right?
But let's face facts here.
I had one of two choices
and in either one you're on his side.
I mean, unless you're on my side,
but, but I think you and I both
know you're not on my side.
(Remy yells)
A-bup-bup-bup-bup.
How could you?
(chuckles) You know what?
Everyone wants to know
the answer to that question.
Maybe you had a fucked-up childhood.
Oh, here's a good one. Neurons misfired.
(Dr. Wyatt laughs)
You know, in actuality,
maybe, just maybe, I like it.
Fuck you!
No!
(Remy grunting)
(Dr. Wyatt yells)
[Dr. Wyatt] Fuck!
(Remy grunting)
[Remy] Gun. Where's the gun?
Okay.
(gunshot bangs)
Huh, you must have been looking for this.
(Remy gasps)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
(Remy grunts)
Shh.
(Remy grunting) Shh, breathe.
It's not gonna hurt long. Shh.
Oh, it looks like I hit your liver.
There's too many blood vessels
that go to the liver,
it's the hepatic artery
and the portal vein,
and it looks like I hit one of them.
(Remy cries)
So the bad news is you're gonna die.
Good news is your
heart is pumping real fast,
so you should bleed out really quickly.
First, you'll get lightheaded,
then you'll go into shock.
(Remy panting)
In about three minutes,
you won't feel a thing.
You know, Remy, I, I really didn't mean
for any of this to happen, you know?
Yeah, I know you've had
a hard past few months,
but if it's gonna be me or you,
it's going to be you every fucking time.
(gentle pensive music)
Shh.
(sirens wailing) Fuck! Goddammit.
No! No!
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
(gentle pensive music continues)
(card reader beeps)
Hey, how's it going?
It's good. How about yourself?
Pretty good. What can I do for you?
I'm Detective Briggs.
I've been assigned to the Wyatt homicide.
I'm here to speak with the suspect.
Oh yeah?
That one's a tough nut to
crack. Won't talk to anybody.
Yep. That's why I'm here.
All right, get you to sign right here,
and I'll buzz you in.
You're that hot-shot detective
up in Pottsville, ain't you?
I am indeed from Pottsville.
You know, I'm studying
for my detective exam.
I hope the best for you.
(chuckles) I'm just kidding.
Can't teach a old dog new tricks.
Remind me to tell you
about a old dog I used to have.
Well, ain't that something?
They say there ain't a case
that you ain't solved yet.
Well, with any luck,
we'll keep that streak going.
Well, sounds like you're
gonna need a little luck
'cause our CSIs, they can't make heads
or tails on what happened in that house.
Let me tell you something.
[Officer Harris] What's that?
Luck doesn't actually
have anything to do with it.
(both laughing)
Yeah, I found that out
the last time I went to Vegas.
You can go in.
(door buzzes)
[Detective Briggs] Take care, man.
Ah, Detective Briggs.
Thank you for coming.
Not a problem, sir.
Happy to be of service.
I gotta tell you, this is
just one giant mess here.
I got a highly respected doctor,
murdered public execution
style, accusations of pedophilia,
child porn rings, and a
media frenzy hunting for heads.
The suspect won't talk to anyone?
Eh, it's not like they're mute.
They just, eh, not talking much.
Okay. Let me see what I can do.
Well, you better do something
'cause it's my ass if you don't.
Hey there.
I'm Detective Briggs.
I've been assigned to
Dr. James Wyatt's homicide.
I was hoping you could clue me in
a little bit as to what happened.
Seems you've raised
some fairly substantial
accusations against Dr. Wyatt.
Is that true?
They told me you almost
bled out during the struggle.
That must've been tough.
You've been in the hospital
the last few weeks from my understanding,
the file also said you're the one that shot
the bullet into the victim's head.
He wasn't the victim.
[Detective Briggs] Who
do you consider the victim?
My son.
Mr. Barnes, they investigated your claims
and found no evidence to back them up.
It was a laptop.
Yes. They found the
safe, they found the laptop.
There was nothing on it.
Mr. Barnes, you do realize
you're in very serious trouble.
Did you show Dr. Wyatt?
Of course I did.
Wouldn't you if he raped your kid?
Probably.
Can you please just tell me
what happened from the beginning?
Do you have kids, Detective?
[Detective Briggs] I do.
If I tell you what you wanna
know, I have conditions.
[Detective Briggs] Write
down what it is that you want,
and I'll see what I can do.
This is all you want?
Yep.
[Detective Briggs]
Mr. Barnes, I hope you realize
this is all based on your cooperation.
About two years ago,
my son started having night terrors.
Couldn't figure out what
was going on with him.
So we took him to see Wyatt.
Turns out one of the first
signs of leukemia in children,
recurrent nightmares.
(tense unsettling music)
Matthew tried to tell me
what had happened to him,
and I tried to do things the right way.
I begged the police to investigate,
but there was no way that Dr. James Wyatt
could do something so heinous.
After all, he was a contributing member
of, of the community.
Turns out he was also police
department's largest donor.
Matthew died last month.
I went crazy.
I went to Wyatt's to
beat the truth out of him.
Next thing I knew, I had
him tied up to a chair.
Then that maid, Remy, showed up,
and I tied her up, too.
[Detective Briggs] Her blood was found
throughout the house.
Do you know what happened there?
(tense unsettling music continues)
One of them got free and found a knife.
Wyatt stabbed me,
wrestled me to the ground.
Took my gun, shot me in the back.
I was losing a lot of blood
and I was in and out of consciousness,
but I remember he said something
about her knowing the truth
and he couldn't let her live.
So he shot her, too.
I laid there for maybe five minutes,
then I heard the struggle
up and down the, the house.
That's probably why her
blood is all over the place.
(tense unsettling music continues)
When I came to, I heard sirens.
I got up, I saw Remy
was there on the floor,
grabbed the gun, stumbled downstairs,
and found Wyatt just as he
was about go to the police.
And I knew, I knew if he did,
he would never pay for
what he'd done to my son.
So yeah, I shot him.
(knuckles rapping)
Briggs, something you need to see.
Be there in a... Briggs, right now.
I'll be right back.
(sighs) This just got
delivered to the station.
It's a thumb drive.
What's on it?
I don't know. I came
and got you immediately.
(gentle pensive music)
(Remy gasping)
We, we... Remy, Remy, give me the gun.
Give me the gun.
Look, this isn't your fault.
- No.
- Okay?
This isn't your fault.
I killed Wyatt, okay?
Say it, Liam Barnes killed Dr. Wyatt.
Liam Barnes killed Dr. Wyatt.
Liam Barnes killed Dr. Wyatt. Say it.
Liam Barnes killed Dr. Wyatt.
Yes, yes. Look, take this.
Take this, take this, okay?
It's proof, okay? It's proof who he is.
- Okay?
- Okay.
Tell them, okay? Go.
Go, you gotta go. Get
upstairs, get upstairs.
- Okay.
- Okay.
(Liam gasping)
(gentle pensive music continues)
Mr. Barnes, if I ask Remy about this,
is she gonna give me the same story?
I don't know.
You're gonna have to ask her.
(gentle hopeful music)
- Steady hands.
- All right,
- Maddie, you're up.
- Come on.
Try, go on, grab one.
All right.
[Zoey] Fall!
(all laughing)
(imitates buzzer blaring)
- Ooh!
- Oh, oh, oh!
- Don't let it fall!
It's wobbling! (all cheering)
[Zoey] I'm sorry, what was that?
[Becca] Oh, she's, uh!
Window of my life
It's filled
With conversation - All right, Zoey,
let's see your move.
Y'all set me up.
The conversation - Ooh!
- Okay, okay, yes.
- Yeah.
[Becca] 30 degrees? Oh, oh!
[Remy] Come on! Yes!
[Becca] Oh, am I allowed to touch them?
(laughs) No.
- No!
- What are you doing?
(all chattering indistinctly)
It was your turn!
We've received breaking news
that Liam Barnes was found not guilty
by reason of temporary insanity
in the James Wyatt homicide.
Evidence apparently shows that Wyatt
not only molested Barnes' son,
but multiple other children as well.
Barnes claims he reached out
to police numerous
times and they did nothing.
Chief McCoy-
Someday you might dream of me
Put everyone else in
that box on your shelf
Let me hold you quietly
Tonight
(gentle upbeat music)
Quite the unexpected story
Just to say the least
Man, I wasn't expecting a change
In circumstance
Especially not the change in me
And I can call with the distance
And I can manage the days
Just as long as I know that someday
Somewhere, somehow I
might be able to see your face
To safely go back to sleep
Thinking that someday,
might be dreaming of me
Let them come down Put everyone else
In that box on your shelf
Don't make a sound Put everyone else
In that box Still trying
To figure it out On your shelf
Put everyone else