Chosen (2013) s02e03 Episode Script

You're looking to make a deposit? Yeah.
Great.
I can help you over here.
No need waiting in line, right? Please.
Thanks.
So do you have a savings account with us? A checking account? No, I don't.
Just want to deposit for cash.
Okay.
We can do that too.
And while we're at it, I hope you'll let me tell you about our new free checking account.
I just don't have the time today.
I'm sorry.
Totally cool.
I understand.
You're a busy man.
Let's get you out of here.
What I need to see from you is that check then.
Thank you Mr.
Orr.
The Trencherman.
What's that? It's a bar.
In the art district.
Oh.
Are you a Are you a bartender? Yeah.
I love a good Mai Tai.
Do you make a good Mai Tai? I can't have them as much as I used to.
Can't spring up in the morning like I once could, you know? Are you okay, Mr.
Orr? Yeah.
I'm just, uh It's warm.
Oh.
Sorry, yeah.
The The AC's been in and out all day.
I've called the guy four times.
Not the day to wear your sweater vest to work.
Let me grab you a water.
No, no, I'm fine.
I insist.
It's no trouble.
Jesus Christ.
Ah, Jesus Christ, what am I doing? What am I doing? What am I doing? Nice and cold.
Thanks.
All right, Mr.
Orr.
coming right up.
That's one.
Two.
Three, four, 500.
Forty, and One, two, three, and four cents.
Now, before I let you out of my grasp, I need to tell you about our free checking.
Our free checking has A hundred free checks the second year.
We'll deposit a hundred dollars in your account just for signing up.
And you get this free pen.
It's actually a really nice pen.
I don't want a pen.
Pen on one side and on this side's a screwdriver.
It's great for sunglasses.
I don't want the pen.
Okay.
Your name's Leslie, right? How'd you guess? Leslie Brewer.
You're the manager here.
You have been for five years.
You live in West Hollywood off of Gardner Street.
You drive a Prius.
Do you know who I am? Jacob Orr.
Why I'm here.
I was hoping free checking.
Before now.
Before I just walked through that door.
We had never met before.
You have no idea who I am.
Are you all right, Mr.
Orr? Can I get you another water? No, thank you.
Ahem.
Thank you.
Max.
Buddy.
Hey.
What was that message last night? Huh? I played a prank on you? I was pretty faded last night.
I'm not sure what happened.
Never mind.
Hey, bro, you all right? What's going on? I'm fine.
I'm, uh I'm at the bank.
Why don't you come play hooky? Come out on the boat with us tonight? Can't.
Oh, man.
Come on, can't you, uh, change shifts or something? No.
If it's a matter of money, I'll cover whatever your loss would be.
I gotta go.
Hello? Avery Jacob? Help.
Is she doing okay? How you doing, sweet pea? You all right? Yeah? Daddy's gonna take us somewhere safe.
Shit.
Is that for us? I don't know.
- Ian.
- It's okay.
Mommy.
No, no, no.
It's okay, sweetie.
Mommy.
It's okay, sweetie.
It's okay.
It's gonna be all right.
It's gonna be fine, sweetheart.
I thought you said they couldn't track the car.
They can't.
It must be something else.
Mommy.
It's okay, sweetie.
Sweetie.
It's okay.
Mommy.
It's okay, it's okay.
Daddy.
Daddy.
It's okay, it's okay.
Shh.
Look at me.
Look at me.
It's gonna be okay.
Nobody's gonna take you.
Not today.
Not ever.
You understand? It's gonna be the three of us from now on out.
Okay? Nothing's gonna change that.
Okay? Just breathe, baby.
It's okay.
- It's gonna be fine.
- Shh, shh, shh.
Hello.
License, registration, and proof of insurance.
Yeah.
Shh.
Everything okay back there? Yeah.
She just doesn't like the lights, that's all.
It scares her.
Can I ask what this is about? Where you heading today? It's in my right to ask what this is about.
Where are you headed today? To the mountains.
Family getaway.
You might wanna get that taillight fixed.
Could be a hazard up here.
Especially when it gets dark.
I didn't realize it was out.
Thank you.
I'm not gonna cite you today, but next time I see you it better be fixed.
Yes, ma'am.
Safe travels, Mr.
Sampson.
Thank you.
- Who's Mr.
Sampson? - Me.
And you are Mrs.
Sampson.
Mrs.
Jodie and Mr.
Carl Sampson.
And this is our daughter, Madison.
And everything was okay.
Can I have a look at them? Yeah.
Where did you get these? Sometimes it pays to know bad people.
Are we bad people? No, sweetie.
I'm taking you to the hospital.
No.
You saw what happened to that guy.
They killed him.
Did you take anything? Any pills? What were you doing? I went to the bank.
Went to see the, uh, the guy in the photo.
Stop, stop.
I'm not going in there, okay? Breathe on me.
Let me smell your breath.
I'm not drunk.
Breathe on me.
Where did you get this? At the bank.
I'll be right back.
Where are you going? I'm gonna get some Dimercaprol, then I'm gonna get you out of here.
Son of a bitch.
Shit are you? What happened to him? Is he wasted? He's sick.
He's very sick.
Think he was poisoned.
With what? Arsenic.
Arsenic.
Isn't that - Isn't that, like, bad? - Yes, it's bad.
Do you have any ipecac? - What? - Syrup of ipecac.
I don't even know what that is.
Drink it.
Drink as much as you can.
Get some water.
Fast.
I'm kind of crippled.
Oh.
Drink more.
Drink more of this, okay? He'll need a couple more shots later.
But you're gonna be okay.
Thank you.
Any change and I'm calling an ambulance.
I'll be fine.
You okay, bro? Yeah.
What happened with that guy in the photo? Guy in the photo.
Heh-heh-heh.
Fucking poisoned me.
Son of a bitch.
Hey, King.
Can you give us a second? - Are you gonna bone? - King.
I'm out.
I'll get you some water.
Is Jacob home? The other night at the hospital.
You said you believed me.
Why? There was this guy who came in to the ER a few nights ago with a gunshot to the knee.
And he said something about this game.
And he confided in me.
And he told me about the box, the gun, the photo.
All the same things.
And how he was How he was supposed to kill someone.
Do you remember his name? I'd have to check the hospital records.
King? Hi.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Are we interrupting some intimate times in here? Hi.
So I noticed your bulge at the bank but, uh, I assumed you weren't happy to see me.
I wasn't gonna use it.
Oh.
Why not? - That's all right.
- He's okay.
I'm sure he falls all the time.
Rule 1 in making it in this game: Don't just try to survive.
Try to win.
Did you know that a mountain lion pounces with such force that he'll kill you before you even hit the ground? May I put this here? Don't wanna get it dirty.
Yet, if he's hunting you, and you turn around and shout, well, he'll stop.
Better yet, get on your tippy-toes and put your hands way up high and he'll wonder how big you can actually get Stay! Stay.
Or better yet, throw rocks at him.
Even a tiny little pebble, and he'll run away.
How long have you been doing it? Four years, six months, That's when I got my first box.
How do you get out of it? You don't.
My advice to everyone is might as well enjoy the ride.
Why don't you just let them go? Leslie, this is between you and me.
Yeah, it's not really like that.
All this is is me making sure that I kill you before you have a chance to kill me.
And if I happen to do your pretty friend and your little gimpity-gimp here, then, well, them's the breaks.
You know, the beauty of the game is that you have this special license.
Nobody can touch you.
It's fantastic.
In fact, the more killing, the more they like you.
"They"? The watchers.
They're watching right now.
You know, right? You don't know.
Heh.
They're everywhere.
They're here in your web camera on your computer or, you know, devices.
All over the place.
And, oh, I bet there's a camera in there.
Hi.
Sure someone set it up before you even got your first box.
You see, I'm kind of a big deal to them.
I'm kind of a, hmm, a Brad Pitt or a Neil Patrick Harris.
Heh.
So what? You're just gonna shoot us? Mmm, yeah.
Yeah, that's the plan.
Sounds like a great idea.
I mean, but where's the showmanship in that? I mean, think about it.
Facts are facts.
Guns are for pussies.
No.
Guns are for winners.
For killers.
They only give the Desert Eagle out to people that have killed 10 or more.
Just saying.
I mean, I'm already half-dead.
You know, thanks to you because you poisoned me.
Which I do have to admit, that was pretty good.
Thanks.
So what do you think they want? I mean, these watchers.
Want a great show.
Not some simple little gun.
You know, masculine.
They like what I do.
They like me.
I'm number one at the box office, bitch.
It's weak.
They love me.
This is my time to shine.
This is where I live.
This is where I'm big-time.
This isn't for you, this is for me, this is for them! I'm a big, bright, fucking shining star! No!