Chosen (2013) s03e04 Episode Script
Prisoners
____ - Mom, what are we gonna do? - Go straight to the panic room.
Lock yourselves in.
Don't wait for me.
Go now! Come on.
Oh, my God.
How many are there? I can get us out of this.
There's this thing, the black box.
We have to meet somewhere, somewhere public.
Whoa! What are you doing? Get her! Open your mouth.
Drop your weapon! - Ellie ran away.
- You need to get me out of here now.
If she's out there and they find her, they've got collateral on me again.
And my box expires in 48 hours.
Chosen - S03E04 Prisoners They can't get in.
It'd take them two days with a diamond cutter to get through this.
There's still some rifles left.
They don't fit in the bag.
- What? - There's still some rifles left.
Don't fit in the bag.
Put the rest of them in the trunk.
Alex.
Come here.
- Mom, what are you doing? - Get ready to open - and close the door when I say.
- What? Okay.
On my count.
Ready? Three Two, one Open.
What? - That bitch shot me.
- Where? - She shot my foot.
God! - Hold still.
Suck it up.
Fuckin' bitch.
Bitch.
That was pretty sweet, mom.
They'll be even more pissed off with us.
Good.
Let them be.
Josie Acosta.
Worried I might get you some day.
I really was.
Ever since I heard people talking about you and how everybody's clock runs out when they're looking for the great Josie Acosta.
The ghost.
Heh.
Sure enough, that box came to my front door, and there you were.
How did you find me? Lately, people been talking a lot more about the messes you've been making.
Ha, I mean, that fireman in Palmdale? Stabbed a hundred times.
And that rich cunt in Agoura Hills.
Run over with a car.
Hm? Not once, not twice.
Twelve goddamn times.
Back and forth and back and forth.
Have you ever heard of a mercy shot? Or is that just too easy for you now? Anyway after I heard about the real estate agent with the claw hammer, I said to myself, that sounds like our girl.
Mom, what's she talking about? Oh Look You can't stay in there forever.
I'm sure, the Fixers will come and take one of my cubs.
They'll probably take Tom this time.
Sorry, Tom.
And I may never see him again.
You haven't lost any of your cubs yet.
They took my daughter last summer.
But I got her back.
Mm-hm.
Yeah, see Some of mine were taken for good.
So I guess you can say I'm batting 500 in that department.
Yeah, but it gets easier, it really does.
I'm sure you'll deal just fine when it happens to you.
You'd be surprised what two and a half years of murders does to your insides.
It leaves them all black and hollow.
You're just craving for some pain and sadness.
Just don't try and pretend, Josie.
You are no ghost.
You are a monster.
Mom.
She doesn't know what she's talking about.
You said it's always painless.
That's what you said.
She's confused.
What was that? It's Trevor.
No, no, no, no.
It's not going to happen.
It's not going to happen.
Okay, come on, come on.
This is not happening.
Come on, come on, come on.
What? Come on.
It's Alex.
Leave a message.
Hey, I'm here Outside your house.
You said we're having dinner tonight, right? - Mom, give me your phone.
- Huh? Just give it to me.
Fuck.
Okay.
Anyway, call me back.
Answer, for fuck's sake.
Fuck.
I guess he's - Okay, Trevor - Where are you, silly? - Trevor, I need you to - There you are.
Run.
Okay, run! Trevor! No! Trevor! No! - What are you doing? Stop! - No! I can't! Stop! - They'll shoot you.
- No! I don't care! Wha? Trevor.
Go on.
Where are you gonna go, huh? No.
Please.
I just held her and God, it was so heavy.
You got a box? You're in the game, aren't you? Jacob Orr.
Lawyer's here.
Lawyer? Beep.
Oh, sorry.
Raj.
All right.
Oh, man.
It is good to finally meet you in person, bro.
I've heard so much about you.
Oh, man.
Honestly, though, I thought you'd be bigger.
And guard's been taken care of outside.
Your file never made the DA's.
- No cameras.
No mics.
- Did they hire you? The Watchers.
Yeah, they did.
They do.
Yeah, they do.
Well, they can talk to me themselves, if they want me to play their game.
Watchers don't mingle with Hunters.
That's the point.
They hire guys like me.
Handlers.
I handled Ian Mitchell actually.
Your last target.
Heard it was cold blooded.
That is awesome.
The guy was kind of a douche.
Treated me like his bitch.
So I'm glad he's dead.
Thank you.
But you let that little girl live.
What was that about? She didn't hurt anybody.
Yeah, dog, I know, but now your brother's dead.
So, you know Just saying.
And what would you have done, hm? - Me? - Yeah, you.
I don't have a brother.
I have a sister.
Two actually.
And I might do anything.
I'd even shoot a baby in the face if it meant saving one of them.
Family first, right? Family always first.
Anyway.
Here's the sitch.
Original.
Yeah, one way to put it.
So here's the deal.
Oh, shit! Oh, God! Whoa! I'm here to help you.
I wanna talk to whoever's in charge.
I don't know who's in charge.
I'm here to help you, to get you out.
You can keep playing, they keep watching.
- I don't want to play the game.
- Then, they'll kill her, man.
You stop playing, they put a bullet in her.
You know that.
Listen.
I am here because I'm gonna get you the fuck out - Enough.
Where is she? - I don't know.
I don't know.
Then you're useless to me, aren't you? Let me finish.
I'm here to get you out Bullshit.
Take my briefcase if you don't believe me.
Papers for the black box.
Your final kill, man.
It's your ticket out.
Out of the game, man, all right? Watchers, they're running out of collateral for you.
No brother.
No family.
No friends.
They're running out of things to take away from you, man.
So they're offering you the Black Box.
If you expire the target in the black box, you're out of the game.
That's it.
No strings, bro.
I swear, for good.
Me and the girl, you hear me? Both of us.
I can't do that, man.
But we We could transfer it.
You can transfer it if you want.
You can transfer it to her, and she'll be removed from the game.
No strings, bro.
How do I know that's the truth? There's one thing that's no joke.
It is their rules.
They stick to it like a tattoo on a fat chick.
Heh.
That's what makes it so exhilarating.
This black box - What? - How do I get it? You have to earn it, all right? Three kills in 72 hours.
Not just one.
Starting with the current target, Carl Sherman or whatever the hell his name is.
Which only gives you about two days to do him and then two others.
So if you make all three kills before your time is up, you will get the black box.
In it, you will find your final target.
The expiration date for a black box can be anything.
Three days, four hours, anything.
You won't know till you get it.
But if you do get it, you expire your final target, you're out.
Or Ellie's out or whoever the hell you choose.
They're out for good.
So you gonna do it? Three kills, two days.
Plus your black box target.
Yeah.
There's one more thing you should know.
The girl is still collateral.
And she will be until you complete the black box.
So it's sort of a do or die situation once you sign that paper, all right? Yeah.
What's this? New wheels.
The POS you were driving got impounded.
And boom.
It's official now.
It's so easy.
You go on your way, I go with mine.
It was good meeting you.
Real good, bro.
Enjoy that killing spree, heh.
Does it feel good to know that Trevor's gonna die? Why would you say that? Isn't that the point? For Megan and I not to love anybody? Or anything? Alex We're just here to give you a reason.
A reason to play the game.
You know that isn't true.
Do I, Mom? I can't open that door.
She's waiting.
She has the upper hand.
My only job is to protect you and to protect Megan.
That is why I play the game.
So here's the deal.
This kid is bleeding out pretty bad.
I must have nicked an artery in his leg or something.
He's probably not gonna last much longer.
I don't know, I'm I'm feeling pretty crummy about the whole thing.
Aw, you poor baby.
He looks so sad.
I really wish you could see his face up closer.
I'm guessing he's probably got a few more minutes till he's all emptied out.
That should give you guys enough time to decide whether you wanna let this happen.
Or If you wanna come out and play.
Your choice.
Say good night, sweetie.
Oh, do you think you're gonna go? It's okay.
Let it go.
This is a waste of time.
What are you doing? Get off me.
Stop.
How do you know it's for you? The black box? I don't.
But what if it is? Then you have to murder three people in the next two days.
Well, what's a few more bad dreams? Look, this guy Carl Sherman, if I don't kill him, someone else will.
Right? I mean, he's in the game.
He's a dead man.
And same goes for whoever I get after that and after that.
That box is a death sentence.
If I can do this right, I can get her out.
And if your clock runs out before you get all three? It won't.
I won't let it.
What are we doing here? I need to get something first.
How do you know this guy? He used to be a friend of King's.
All right, stay here and lock the door.
Hey, Mooch.
Hey! Hey! Fuck! Mooch, stop! Mooch.
Stop! Stop! Hey! - Stop.
- Get off me.
- I'm just trying to help - Hey, shut up.
Stop it! King is dead.
Do you hear me? King is gone.
Murdered.
Oh, shit, dude.
- Shit.
What happened? - Shut up.
- I had nothing to do - Shut up.
Shut your goddamn mouth! I need your help.
Yeah.
Anything.
King was my boy, man.
What are you looking for?
Lock yourselves in.
Don't wait for me.
Go now! Come on.
Oh, my God.
How many are there? I can get us out of this.
There's this thing, the black box.
We have to meet somewhere, somewhere public.
Whoa! What are you doing? Get her! Open your mouth.
Drop your weapon! - Ellie ran away.
- You need to get me out of here now.
If she's out there and they find her, they've got collateral on me again.
And my box expires in 48 hours.
Chosen - S03E04 Prisoners They can't get in.
It'd take them two days with a diamond cutter to get through this.
There's still some rifles left.
They don't fit in the bag.
- What? - There's still some rifles left.
Don't fit in the bag.
Put the rest of them in the trunk.
Alex.
Come here.
- Mom, what are you doing? - Get ready to open - and close the door when I say.
- What? Okay.
On my count.
Ready? Three Two, one Open.
What? - That bitch shot me.
- Where? - She shot my foot.
God! - Hold still.
Suck it up.
Fuckin' bitch.
Bitch.
That was pretty sweet, mom.
They'll be even more pissed off with us.
Good.
Let them be.
Josie Acosta.
Worried I might get you some day.
I really was.
Ever since I heard people talking about you and how everybody's clock runs out when they're looking for the great Josie Acosta.
The ghost.
Heh.
Sure enough, that box came to my front door, and there you were.
How did you find me? Lately, people been talking a lot more about the messes you've been making.
Ha, I mean, that fireman in Palmdale? Stabbed a hundred times.
And that rich cunt in Agoura Hills.
Run over with a car.
Hm? Not once, not twice.
Twelve goddamn times.
Back and forth and back and forth.
Have you ever heard of a mercy shot? Or is that just too easy for you now? Anyway after I heard about the real estate agent with the claw hammer, I said to myself, that sounds like our girl.
Mom, what's she talking about? Oh Look You can't stay in there forever.
I'm sure, the Fixers will come and take one of my cubs.
They'll probably take Tom this time.
Sorry, Tom.
And I may never see him again.
You haven't lost any of your cubs yet.
They took my daughter last summer.
But I got her back.
Mm-hm.
Yeah, see Some of mine were taken for good.
So I guess you can say I'm batting 500 in that department.
Yeah, but it gets easier, it really does.
I'm sure you'll deal just fine when it happens to you.
You'd be surprised what two and a half years of murders does to your insides.
It leaves them all black and hollow.
You're just craving for some pain and sadness.
Just don't try and pretend, Josie.
You are no ghost.
You are a monster.
Mom.
She doesn't know what she's talking about.
You said it's always painless.
That's what you said.
She's confused.
What was that? It's Trevor.
No, no, no, no.
It's not going to happen.
It's not going to happen.
Okay, come on, come on.
This is not happening.
Come on, come on, come on.
What? Come on.
It's Alex.
Leave a message.
Hey, I'm here Outside your house.
You said we're having dinner tonight, right? - Mom, give me your phone.
- Huh? Just give it to me.
Fuck.
Okay.
Anyway, call me back.
Answer, for fuck's sake.
Fuck.
I guess he's - Okay, Trevor - Where are you, silly? - Trevor, I need you to - There you are.
Run.
Okay, run! Trevor! No! Trevor! No! - What are you doing? Stop! - No! I can't! Stop! - They'll shoot you.
- No! I don't care! Wha? Trevor.
Go on.
Where are you gonna go, huh? No.
Please.
I just held her and God, it was so heavy.
You got a box? You're in the game, aren't you? Jacob Orr.
Lawyer's here.
Lawyer? Beep.
Oh, sorry.
Raj.
All right.
Oh, man.
It is good to finally meet you in person, bro.
I've heard so much about you.
Oh, man.
Honestly, though, I thought you'd be bigger.
And guard's been taken care of outside.
Your file never made the DA's.
- No cameras.
No mics.
- Did they hire you? The Watchers.
Yeah, they did.
They do.
Yeah, they do.
Well, they can talk to me themselves, if they want me to play their game.
Watchers don't mingle with Hunters.
That's the point.
They hire guys like me.
Handlers.
I handled Ian Mitchell actually.
Your last target.
Heard it was cold blooded.
That is awesome.
The guy was kind of a douche.
Treated me like his bitch.
So I'm glad he's dead.
Thank you.
But you let that little girl live.
What was that about? She didn't hurt anybody.
Yeah, dog, I know, but now your brother's dead.
So, you know Just saying.
And what would you have done, hm? - Me? - Yeah, you.
I don't have a brother.
I have a sister.
Two actually.
And I might do anything.
I'd even shoot a baby in the face if it meant saving one of them.
Family first, right? Family always first.
Anyway.
Here's the sitch.
Original.
Yeah, one way to put it.
So here's the deal.
Oh, shit! Oh, God! Whoa! I'm here to help you.
I wanna talk to whoever's in charge.
I don't know who's in charge.
I'm here to help you, to get you out.
You can keep playing, they keep watching.
- I don't want to play the game.
- Then, they'll kill her, man.
You stop playing, they put a bullet in her.
You know that.
Listen.
I am here because I'm gonna get you the fuck out - Enough.
Where is she? - I don't know.
I don't know.
Then you're useless to me, aren't you? Let me finish.
I'm here to get you out Bullshit.
Take my briefcase if you don't believe me.
Papers for the black box.
Your final kill, man.
It's your ticket out.
Out of the game, man, all right? Watchers, they're running out of collateral for you.
No brother.
No family.
No friends.
They're running out of things to take away from you, man.
So they're offering you the Black Box.
If you expire the target in the black box, you're out of the game.
That's it.
No strings, bro.
I swear, for good.
Me and the girl, you hear me? Both of us.
I can't do that, man.
But we We could transfer it.
You can transfer it if you want.
You can transfer it to her, and she'll be removed from the game.
No strings, bro.
How do I know that's the truth? There's one thing that's no joke.
It is their rules.
They stick to it like a tattoo on a fat chick.
Heh.
That's what makes it so exhilarating.
This black box - What? - How do I get it? You have to earn it, all right? Three kills in 72 hours.
Not just one.
Starting with the current target, Carl Sherman or whatever the hell his name is.
Which only gives you about two days to do him and then two others.
So if you make all three kills before your time is up, you will get the black box.
In it, you will find your final target.
The expiration date for a black box can be anything.
Three days, four hours, anything.
You won't know till you get it.
But if you do get it, you expire your final target, you're out.
Or Ellie's out or whoever the hell you choose.
They're out for good.
So you gonna do it? Three kills, two days.
Plus your black box target.
Yeah.
There's one more thing you should know.
The girl is still collateral.
And she will be until you complete the black box.
So it's sort of a do or die situation once you sign that paper, all right? Yeah.
What's this? New wheels.
The POS you were driving got impounded.
And boom.
It's official now.
It's so easy.
You go on your way, I go with mine.
It was good meeting you.
Real good, bro.
Enjoy that killing spree, heh.
Does it feel good to know that Trevor's gonna die? Why would you say that? Isn't that the point? For Megan and I not to love anybody? Or anything? Alex We're just here to give you a reason.
A reason to play the game.
You know that isn't true.
Do I, Mom? I can't open that door.
She's waiting.
She has the upper hand.
My only job is to protect you and to protect Megan.
That is why I play the game.
So here's the deal.
This kid is bleeding out pretty bad.
I must have nicked an artery in his leg or something.
He's probably not gonna last much longer.
I don't know, I'm I'm feeling pretty crummy about the whole thing.
Aw, you poor baby.
He looks so sad.
I really wish you could see his face up closer.
I'm guessing he's probably got a few more minutes till he's all emptied out.
That should give you guys enough time to decide whether you wanna let this happen.
Or If you wanna come out and play.
Your choice.
Say good night, sweetie.
Oh, do you think you're gonna go? It's okay.
Let it go.
This is a waste of time.
What are you doing? Get off me.
Stop.
How do you know it's for you? The black box? I don't.
But what if it is? Then you have to murder three people in the next two days.
Well, what's a few more bad dreams? Look, this guy Carl Sherman, if I don't kill him, someone else will.
Right? I mean, he's in the game.
He's a dead man.
And same goes for whoever I get after that and after that.
That box is a death sentence.
If I can do this right, I can get her out.
And if your clock runs out before you get all three? It won't.
I won't let it.
What are we doing here? I need to get something first.
How do you know this guy? He used to be a friend of King's.
All right, stay here and lock the door.
Hey, Mooch.
Hey! Hey! Fuck! Mooch, stop! Mooch.
Stop! Stop! Hey! - Stop.
- Get off me.
- I'm just trying to help - Hey, shut up.
Stop it! King is dead.
Do you hear me? King is gone.
Murdered.
Oh, shit, dude.
- Shit.
What happened? - Shut up.
- I had nothing to do - Shut up.
Shut your goddamn mouth! I need your help.
Yeah.
Anything.
King was my boy, man.
What are you looking for?