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-What's up?
- Well, I have a client
with a little problem.
- I figured.
Who's the client?
-You know Jeff Schaefer?
- Jeff Schaefer. Oh, yeah,
the pharmaceutical guy.
-Yeah.
- So, what do you want from me,
huh?
- I need you to hook me up
with one of your guys.
-Come on, Luke. Come on.
What happened to your big,
bad motherfucker,
Ronald, your boy?
-Honestly, I don't know.
Usually, he'd be all over
something like this.
But he's not calling me back,
so...
- That's why I'm here.
- You know...
I don't know if I should
take it as a compliment or not.
But it's always
really good to see you.
Leave her out of this.
-What'd you think, homey?
You thought we were
just gonna walk away or what?
- You want to shoot somebody,
shoot me, you motherfucker.
Shoot me, you fuck.
-Aw, shit, it's going to be fun.
-Happy anniversary, my love.
- All right, just make sure
everything's set up
when we arrive.
Last time, was a bit of a mess.
It was like one thing
after another...
You know what I'm saying.
- Of course, Mr. Schaefer.
You've nothing to worry about.
Let me handle
all of those particulars.
It's about time
you took a vacation.
- Okay, and don't forget
this is a secret,
so just keep it between
me and you, okay?
- Yes, sir. However,
I just want to remind you
about the autism speaks event
this Saturday.
- Looks like somebody
made you breakfast.
-God, you're the best.
Happy anniversary, baby.
- Happy anniversary, my love.
- You ever cheat on your wife,
Mr. Schaefer?
-Cheat on my wife?
You just interviewed my wife.
She's gorgeous.
I mean,
I couldn't even pay a girl
half as good to fuck me.
No, I don't cheat on my wife.
-We met your secretary.
- Very pretty.
- Hmm.
- What kind of
fucking question is that?
- Well, did it ever
cross your mind,
I mean, once or twice?
- Listen, I don't mean
to be disrespectful, okay.
But I have never,
or never will cheat on my wife.
-Okay, okay.
- You know, I might have a couple
of little surprises for you.
- Woo.
What are you up to, hmm?
-Here's number one.
-Oh, my god.
- You didn't.
- I did.
Oh, my god.
-You remembered.
-Of course, I did.
You know, I can take it back
if you don't like it.
-No. I love it.
Thank you.
- So I'm going to
hop in the shower
and get to work
and pay for this, okay?
-How did I get so lucky?
-I ask myself that every day.
You put that on
and eat your breakfast, okay?
- Be a good girl.
- Hmm.
Never.
-This is Gregg.
- Hey, Gregg.
It's, um, Jeff Schaefer.
I don't know if you remember.
I used your services
back a couple of years ago.
I was looking to
acquire a company.
- Oh, sure. Hello, Mr. Schaefer.
How are you?
-I've been better.
-Well, you're alive.
I'd say that's...
That counts for a lot.
How can I help you?
I'm going to need you to
keep tabs on my wife.
- You mean,
your ex-wife?
-Oh, no, my current wife.
I think there's
a possibility that
she might be involved
in some indiscretions
and I just want to make sure
before I take
any unnecessary action.
- Hurry up. Your boss
is going to get mad at you.
- I am the boss.
-Bye-bye, babe.
-See you, sexy.
Why would you think that?
I'm his assistant.
I pay his credit card bill.
Every time he goes to Vegas,
he's got all these charges
from escort companies.
The weekend he meets Kim,
it's different.
There's only one charge
to a new company
and it's for like
five times the rate
of the other companies.
So i... I clear the charge
with Mr. Schaefer and he says,
oh, it's... it's just, just some,
you know, some admission fee,
to some private party.
Plus, I mean, have you seen
the way she dresses?
-You believe this guy?
-What do you mean?
-I mean, do you believe him
and his whole
"my life is great" shit?
I mean, he must have known that
his wife was cheating on him.
He's not that big of a dummy.
He doesn't seem
that way, anyway.
-I don't know, to be honest.
I mean, he could, but then what?
I mean, you're gonna
put this guy
to being a possible murderer
because he lied to us
about his wife being a whore?
- No, but he could have
put a hit out on the boyfriend.
Or, they could've done it
together on some
sick, twisted,
fantasy sexual shit.
I mean, that kind of stuff
happens all the time,
especially in their world.
I mean, think about it.
He could've been cheating on her
and she cheats on him
and it's their thing, their mo,
and suddenly, the poor kid's
throat gets slashed.
- Sounds a little far-fetched.
- Come on.
- Really, really?
- Not that far.
-To be honest with you,
he doesn't seem like
the murderer type, you know.
- He doesn't?
- Yeah, too much to lose.
-So you got a guy for me?
- You know, I charge a connect
fee for this type of thing.
- Of course.
There's no problem.
- Okay.
- Money is not a factor.
-No? Hmm, okay.
What about Jose, man?
You know Jose?
- 56th street, Jose?
- Yes.
-He's out already?
-He's out.
-Please wait.
Come here.
Come here.
-Oh, fuck, yeah.
What?
Hey, babe?
- Oh, my god.
-What?
- It's my fucking husband.
- Honey...
- Hey, babe, whose car
is that out in front?
- Shit.
- Where do I go?
- Get your jacket.
You got to hide.
- Where am I going to go?
Babe...
- Don't make a sound.
- What's that, baby?
Why are you home so soon?
- What are you doing
in lingerie?
-Do you like it?
-Is that makeup?
- It was supposed to be
a surprise.
I was just trying it on
for when you got back.
And now you ruined it.
Why are you home already?
-You think I'm stupid?
Is that it?
You think
I'm fucking stupid, huh?
Do you think I'm fucking stupid?
-But her on the other hand,
she has everything to lose.
I mean, think about it.
He kicks her out,
where does she go?
He cuts her off,
how does she live?
Maybe the kid
liked to stick his hand
a little bit too far
in the cookie jar
so she decides to cut it off
before her husband finds out.
Maybe the kid shows up
all the time.
She tries to let him down easy,
but the kid threatens
to tell her husband
if she doesn't
keep on fucking him.
Bam.
She cuts his fucking throat
because she feels
it's her only option.
-Okay.
Well, what about
the two Mexicans?
And the Mr. Luke?
- Yeah. Hmm-uh.
Good question.
- You do have a couple
of good points there.
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
You should see your face.
Oh, my god.
I forgot my briefcase.
- I'm sorry...
- Wow.
- I'm sorry.
- Fuck you.
- No, for real,
you ruined the surprise.
-I'm just kidding around.
Hey, I'm sorry.
It was funny.
-You're hurting my feelings.
-What's the problem?
- Let's just say he's...
Having some marital issues.
-Oh, yeah?
I know all about those.
- Hey, whose car
is parked outside?
-What car?
- Parked right in front.
Right in front of the house.
Do you know whose it is?
-I wouldn't know, baby.
I've been in my mirror
all morning.
It's... the only person,
possibly...
No, no, I'm sorry.
It's the neighbor's car.
I remember now.
She... she came to the door
this morning
and she said that...
She could...
She asked if she could
just park it for a few hours.
I don't remember why,
but I figured, why not?
-Which neighbor?
-Well, I don't know her.
Just assuming
she's our neighbor.
- Okay. Just...
Look, it's not a parking lot.
Just don't let people park in
front of our house, okay?
-Yes, sir.
-Why's the bed all messed up?
- When I was trying this on,
maybe I got a little too excited
thinking about what I was
gonna do to you later.
Sorry.
- You're late.
- You know there was traffic.
-Sounds like excuses.
- No excuses.
You are so sexy.
- Now enough
with the interrogation, okay.
You're going to be late.
- Maybe I should just
take the day off.
Just you and me, hang out,
spend the day together.
-No.
Babe, in the middle
of your huge deal?
This is really important to us.
You're not going to mess it up
for this, right?
-Yeah, I guess you're right.
- Okay.
- I'll be here, waiting.
- Okay, okay.
-Have a good day, sweetie.
-I'll try.
My rates
have gone up a little bit
since the last time
I worked for you.
I get $2000 in a day now
because I picked up
an associate,
and you'll have
to cover my expenses.
And I'll need
a $10,000 retainer.
-That's not a problem, okay.
I'm just going to need you
for a couple of days.
- Okay.
When would you like me to start?
I may need you to start
tomorrow.
All right.
I'll tell you what,
I'll send my associate,
Tim by your place in about...
- just have him call me,
all right?
When you come to my house,
we'll set it up from there.
- Will do.
Thank you, Mr. Schaefer.
-Thanks.
What the fuck?
- I thought we were dead.
- What's wrong with you?
-Your fucking husband was here.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
where are you going?
- He saw my car,
you don't think he knows?
- Are you insane?
You can't leave now.
He'll see you.
- Listen,
I got to get out of here, okay.
- I just...
- No.
He's suspicious of everything.
Relax.
- Well, listen,
I just want to go.
I just want to go.
- Whoa, whoa.
What the fuck. Relax.
Okay? Chill out.
Yo, did you come here
to fuck me?
Chill out, relax.
Did you come here
to fuck me, or not?
Yes?
- Or no?
- Yeah.
-So then fuck me.
- Do you know
if your dad and Kim,
did they fight a lot?
- No, I don't think
I've ever seen them fight.
I mean, we all get along well.
She's a very nice person.
-Of course.
-Did you ever suspect your wife
might have a thing
with Mr. singer?
-We have a great life.
I mean, this must've been
just some random thing.
I mean, we argue,
you know, like any couple.
But I'm just as shocked
as you are.
-Mr. Schaefer?
-10,000.
As requested.
-Gregg will be in touch.
- Do you guys think
she's got anything to hide?
- I don't know.
I mean, she's young,
you know what I mean?
It's like, I think this guy
is a little bit paranoid.
The last job I had for him,
I sat around for three weeks
waiting for a lead.
- Hmm-mm.
- Yeah.
I just think he's insecure.
- Hell, yeah, he is.
I would be too
if I had a woman that young
and that fine.
- Guys, do you think I should
get up on the hill there
and take some photos
through the window?
- Sure.
- Yeah.
Be careful your cover doesn't
get blown on the first day.
- Yeah.
- Hey, yeah.
And if she sees you, just say
you're with Google maps.
- That shit works?
- I get people every time.
- I'll give you guys a text when
I get to a good vantage point.
- Ah, yeah. And watch out
for the gardeners.
- Don't let them see you.
- Oh, yeah.
Stealth.
-Google maps. I like that.
- Works every time.
-Hey, hey, that's the car.
-Oh, yeah.
Good.
- I honestly don't even know
what happened.
-It's fine.
- You know, I got this
really good burger place
down the street,
if you want to go get a bite?
-Sorry, I can't.
I just have
a really busy day ahead of me,
and I need to sleep some more.
I'll see you tomorrow?
-Yeah, yeah.
-Good.
- Ah, get some sleep.
- Hmm-mm.
-Hello.
-Hey, Luke, it's Jeff.
-Hey, what's up?
- I'm gonna need a favor
from you.
-Of course, what do you need?
- Remember that guy
you used to tell me about?
-Aah. What guy?
- The problem-solver guy.
I need his number.
-The sky is blue.
-But the clouds are gray.
- Look, I don't know
what Luke told you.
But this involves
the thing with my wife.
-Oh, yeah?
What thing are we talking about?
-I need her to disappear.
I think you know what I'm
talking about, like, forever.
- Okay.
I got it.
You got something for me?
-That's 40k.
Get the other half
when the job is done.
-Okay.
- The back door
will be unlocked;
the security codes
are in the envelope.
-Very good.
- Listen.
This is really important to me.
I'm leaving tomorrow morning.
I need this job
by tomorrow night, all right?
-That's not a problem.
-One more thing.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Hey, little girl, little girl.
Hello.
- Why are you
taking photos of my house?
-Oh. That's your house?
- Yeah.
Well, it's my dad's house.
- Well, I'm a photographer
and I'm shooting birds.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
-And I'm a weather monitor
and we are testing our thesis
on birds flying north
and your property
just happened to be
right under the bird path.
-Wow, that's really cool.
-Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, so... okay.
- This is our partner.
This is... hey, Brad.
Did you get some pictures
of those black birds?
-Uh... Yeah.
Yeah, I did.
I love black birds.
-Yeah, and you are?
- Oh, my name's Brooke.
That's my house.
I actually go to school
up the street.
-Really. What grade are you in?
- Eighth grade?
- Wow.
-Yeah, okay.
I hope you don't mind I was
taking some photos of the house.
- Is that okay?
- No, that's fine.
You guys can come back
anytime you want.
- Oh, thank you.
- Thank you, Brooke.
- Bye.
- See you later.
- Thanks, bye.
- Oh, boy.
- What the fuck was that?
- She just snuck up on us.
- Jesus.
- It's all good.
- Yeah, check this out, man,
I got gold.
- Oh, that's better than gold,
that's platinum.
- Pay day. Call your guy.
- Right.
-It's a nice nightie.
- Mr. Schaefer. Yes, sir.
Yeah, it's me.
Ah, we got some information
I think you'd be
very interested in seeing.
Hmm-mm.
Yeah, I'll send
my associate, Tim, by
later on tonight
with an envelope.
Yes, sir.
No, thank you.
Bye. All right.
- Maybe you can help us
just track this
all the way through
from the beginning.
- Did your boyfriend
have any enemies?
- He's not...
He's not my boyfriend.
-Your lover?
-That little fucking whore...
-I'm sorry, man.
It is what it is.
- Thank you.
- You got it.
-Cut her fucking throat.
-Okay.
- Look, guys.
I... I don't know what to say.
I don't know this person.
- So you're saying
Luke doesn't exist.
-No, that's not what I'm saying.
What I'm saying is,
I have never worked
or known a guy named Luke.
I don't know how much clearer
I can make it.
-Is that your guy?
-Yeah.
- So you're ready
to do this or what?
Clock's ticking, homey.
-Okay, yeah. Let's go.
Hey, there, homey.
Get in the driver's seat.
- So like I think that maybe...
When I was talking to her,
she said like,
the place was on the left.
All right, look.
Man, she was kind of vague.
She was drinking,
she was fucked up.
I don't know, if I'm...
In the wrong neighborhood.
But it's okay.
We'll find her.
- Is everything all right?
I thought you guys were happy.
- I'm gonna tell you
what fucking happened.
She's fucking some kid
in my house.
And I'm not paying
for no fucking divorce.
-Fuck.
All right, uh...
Let me reach out.
I'll give you a call back.
-Thanks.
- Hello.
- Eddie.
-Yeah?
I think I got something for you.
- Oh, yeah?
What type of something?
- Ah, it's better
if we talk in person.
-Hmm-mm. Okay, when?
- I can come to you right now,
if that's okay?
- Sure.
Do you remember where I live?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I'll see you shortly.
-Yes, you will.
- Eddie green...
- Mr. Driffites.
-Hey, nice to see you.
- Good to see you, my friend.
Come on in.
Close the gate.
Come on.
-Hey.
We almost got fucked back there.
You know that, right?
- Yeah, I know.
I thought you called it off.
-I did.
He must have already
killed the kid when I saw him.
-What do you propose we do now?
- All right,
well, first things first,
we need to settle up
your debt with Jose.
-What? No way.
I didn't tell him
to kill that kid.
I'm not paying for that shit.
-It's not about that.
If you don't pay,
he's going to come after you.
Trust me. Just...
Just chalk it up
to a business expense,
and we'll move forward.
-Motherfucker.
All right, just...
Just call that Edward guy.
We'll meet him tomorrow,
all right?
-We have to go today.
-Why today?
- Because we need him
out of town as soon as possible.
The cops have witnesses
putting him at the murder.
They find him, we're fucked.
Okay?
-Okay.
- All right.
I already set up the meet.
We'll take your car.
Here, I'll drive.
- Come on.
- What, like now?
- What part of
"as soon as possible"
do you not understand?
Come on.
-Perfect.
Come on.
-So, what you think?
-About what?
- About that guy, man,
who parked over there, huh?
- He must be the reason
he wants him dead.
- Trifling-ass bitch,
if you ask me, man.
- Hmm.
- So, what's up?
What you want to do now?
-We're gonna do the job.
-Wait up, man.
I don't think
that's too smart, man.
There's two of them
up in there now.
That changes everything.
-No, it doesn't.
It's just two bodies.
It's simple now.
Let's go.
Coming?
- I thought he caught a life
sentence from the Detroit job.
-He did.
But he got out in five years
because he finished
this five-year bullshit
rehabilitation program.
He just had to say,
"I'm Jose, I'm innocent, man."
Five years,
and they let him go. They did.
- What a fucked-up
system we got, huh?
-You think?
-The guy kills four people...
- Five people.
- Five?
-Yeah.
- in cold blood,
and ten years later...
- Five years.
Five years later,
he's out on the fucking street.
But a black kid at the park
gets a life sentence
for slinging a dime bag.
Pretty fucked up.
- Well, he's black.
You said it.
But it's the truth.
It's fucked up.
-Yeah.
All right.
How do you wanna run it?
- Okay,
so connect me with your guy,
I'll go collect my fee
and I'll tell him
how to get a hold of Jose.
We'll start there. Okay?
Sound good?
- Sounds good.
Let's do it.
- I'll show you out, Luke,
come on.
- Thank you, Eddie.
- Sure.
-Always a pleasure. Let's go.
- Pharmaceuticals, huh?
- Yeah.
- He's a killer too.
-What's wrong, baby?
You can't sleep?
- It's just work...
Just work.
-Stressed out?
That's what I'm here for, baby.
Let's make it all better.
-Look, I said, not tonight.
Not tonight, okay?
- No, it's...
It's not that.
It's just that I'm...
Fucking bored with this life.
Well, maybe I will.
Maybe I will.
Get a weekend off
and we can hit the strip.
Like old times.
You know, sometimes,
I don't know
how this old fuck
can still get his dick up.
I have a...
I have to deal with it.
He would, like the first time
he ever told me,
"oh, I'm... I'm so hard,"
I was like, "oh, wow, I thought
you weren't ready yet."
No, it's like...
It's really bad.
I kind of just...
This is where my theater
background comes into play.
- Hi.
- Hi.
I'm... I'm sorry.
Is your father here?
-Oh, yeah. He's upstairs.
- Okay.
- Who are you?
-Oh, I'm a friend of his.
He's expecting me.
If you don't mind...
- Okay.
- Thanks, honey.
-Daddy.
He should be down
in just a minute.
- Great.
So, what's your name?
-Brooke.
- Hey.
- Hey, sweetie.
Um... I just have to talk
to my friend for a little bit.
Little business, okay?
-Okay. Nice meeting you.
-Okay. Let's go.
-Yeah.
-Come on.
- Why come to the door?
I thought you were gonna call.
- I did.
There was no answer.
- Oh, i...
- Hey, all right.
Jeff, it's all good.
It's all good.
Look, relax.
You do realize...
What you're getting yourself
into, right?
You need to know that your life
will never be the same.
Listen to me.
There's no turning back
from something like this.
So are you sure?
Maybe you wanna... you know,
sleep on it for a night...
I don't know.
What do you say?
- Well, I haven't slept
for days, man.
- Why?
- Just...
-It's okay.
Do you hate her?
Do you really hate her?
Okay.
- Put these coordinates
into your GPS.
Pull your car over.
Roll the window down and wait.
A guy's gonna approach your car
and then he'll get in.
I need you to say the phrase
on that piece of paper,
wait for his response to confirm
he's the right guy to talk to.
After that, I don't give a fuck
what you talk about.
- I got it.
- Oh, yeah.
Um, and I mean
every word I say, okay?
No sudden moves, or...
You know, with this guy,
you might get yourself killed.
So if you have to sneeze,
you know, hold it.
And I mean that.
That's where you are now.
You're sure you wanna be here?
It's been all fun
and fucking games, Jeff.
Until right now.
Because this,
this is not a fucking game, man.
At all.
Do you understand that?
Good.
- Thank you.
- All right.
I'll be in touch.
Yes, Mr. Schaefer.
-Hey, Terry.
I'm gonna have to
fly out to Vancouver
to help James
on that acquisition deal.
I just need to go out tomorrow
for a quick flight,
coming back the same day.
No problem.
-Stop, stop.
What is that?
Just a minute.
Jeez.
- Did you have to kill the kid?
I told you to leave.
- Hey, listen, man.
I got hired to do a job, no?
It's not my fault. You called it
off at the last minute.
- Too late. They have a witness
putting you at the house.
The cops are looking for you
as we speak.
You need to get out of town.
- What?
I ain't going nowhere.
-So you'd rather go to jail.
-No, I'm not going to jail.
He's going to jail.
-Hm-hm, why's that?
- Hey, just everybody slow down
for a minute, okay.
Look, I'm sorry
I called this thing off
at the last minute.
Just...
Look, just take the money
and leave town, okay?
Just take it, and go.
- Yeah, it was just kind of a...
Last-minute sort of trip.
I'm sorry, what did you say
your name was again?
-Luke.
- Luke, okay, well, I'm sure
if it's an emergency,
you could probably
just fax in the documents.
-Yeah, you're probably right.
You think I can come in
and use the bathroom real quick?
Kind of...
Kind of really have to go.
-I don't mean to be rude, Luke,
but I just don't know you
like that.
There's a gas station
up the street.
-Okay, yeah, no worries.
- I'll get these to Jeff.
- Um-hm.
- Yeah, no. Nice to meet you.
- Sorry to interrupt.
- Yeah, all right.
- Yeah, sorry.
- Sorry to interrupt...
- No worries.
- Have a good one.
- All right.
- We do realize
you've been through
something very traumatic.
And we believe you.
Unfortunately, we are
required to ask you questions,
that although may seem
stupid or annoying,
they do help us
in our investigation.
- So is this the first time
you cheated on your husband?
-I think I want my lawyer.
-Okay.
You do have a right to counsel.
But, um, just to let you know,
we're not trying to
implicate you for anything.
We're just...
We just want to get some
foundational facts.
- And you can leave
whenever you want.
We just... the deceased...
Cory singer,
he... he has a voice too,
and we want to help
his voice be heard.
We want to help you
find who did this to him.
- We need to know what you know.
That's all.
-I don't know.
- Has Mr. Schaefer
ever seen Cory before?
-No.
- Does he know...
- He has no idea.
- He has no idea.
Are you sure about that?
-What are you doing?
You're a creep sometimes.
Cory...
- Damn, bro. I was
just gonna call you guys.
There's this fool
walking around.
- Drive.
Just drive.
- No seriously, I owe you one.
I'm just glad
I was able to get to him
before anything happened.
- So, Brooke,
we're only going to hold you
for a little while longer, okay?
-Okay.
-But we would like to know,
why did you stay at your mom's
the night before?
- I only spend three days a week
at my dad's house.
And that night happened to be
the night I spent at my mom's.
So I wasn't there.
- How come you didn't
write down the license plate?
- It happened so fast.
I really don't know.
- How many times a week
would you guys say
you see that mustang
in your neighborhood?
- When did I say
I saw a mustang?
- Well, you must have thought
something was a little bit off.
You heard the screams
and then they run into the car.
-I saw them running,
then maybe five seconds later,
we heard a scream.
- Do you know if your dad
and Kim, did they fight a lot?
- No, I don't think
I've ever seen them fight.
I mean, we all get along well.
- So all the other people
that live on the block,
they're not getting questioned,
but we are?
-He's a great guy.
I can't imagine anyone
who'd want to hurt him.
-This don't make sense.
You're treating us
like we did a crime,
and we just walking
down the street.
- We just wanna
kinda get an idea...
-there was a murder, guys.
Do you want to help or not?
- We didn't have
nothing to do with it.
- I know you didn't have
anything to do with it.
We're trying to get
some information from you.
-Then why are we here?
- Because you live
in the guy's neighborhood...
- no, no, no.
They're right, go.
You don't have to be here, go.
- Look. We're just
telling you what we saw.
Sorry we didn't call the police
because we saw some Mexican guys
driving in a nice neighborhood.
I, for one,
am not a racist, okay.
- We didn't make
that assumption at all.
- Are you kidding me right now?
- What do you know
about Mrs. Schaefer?
- I know he shouldn't
have married her.
-Why do you say that?
-It's obvious.
I mean, she's only with him
because of the money.
Come on, let's be serious here.
She's half his age.
And they meet six months ago,
and now they're married,
all of a sudden.
I'm pretty sure she's an escort.
-Hello?
- Baby?
- Kim?
Baby, I'm so scared,
I need you.
- Kim, what's going on?
Are you okay?
- I need you to call your lawyer
and come to the police station.
I'm at the one in Westlake.
- What do you mean?
The police...?
What are you doing
in the police station?
-I can't really tell you now.
But can you please just...
I know there's a detective
who's gonna call you any minute.
And I just want you to know
that whatever he says,
I'm... I'm innocent
and I didn't do anything, okay.
I just need you to believe me.
- What do you mean,
a detective is gonna call me?
What is going on, Kim?
Talk to me.
- I'll explain everything
when you get here.
-All right, okay.
Baby?
- Mr. Schaefer?
- Who's this?
- My name is
detective Timothy Jones.
I'm contacting you
about an incident
that took place
in your home today.
-Listen, what is going on?
- As I understand it, you're
out of town at the moment.
Is... there any way
you could be in town?
We urgently need to
speak with you.
- I'll be on
the next flight out.
-Great.
- Listen,
can I speak to my wife?
- Unfortunately,
we are in the middle of
an open investigation right now,
so you cannot speak with her.
But as soon as you get here,
sir, she'll be available to you.
-Okay, I'm on my way.
-All right, see you soon.
Hello?
- Luke?
Hey, what's up?
- We got a problem.
- Well, we have
witnesses that say
they saw two Hispanic males
leaving the neighborhood
in a rush after the screams.
You got any enemies?
- Who are you?
- This interrogation is over.
I told you not to interview
my client without me present.
Let's go.
When you're ready
to charge Mr. Schaefer
with an actual crime,
then you can talk to him.
- Are you charging him?
- Not yet.
-Didn't think so.
-We'll be calling.
- Yes, we will.
-Dick.
So, what do you think?
- Well, I think we need to find
the two Mexican guys
and this mysterious Luke.
-Oh, yeah.
- Like I said,
I ain't going nowhere.
And if I get arrested,
you're gonna be my lawyer.
And if I get convicted,
you better believe
I'm gonna cut a deal.
Hey, cabron, it's not my fault
you got spooked
and had me rush out
of that house last minute, okay?
You see, the blame falls on you.
-You piece of shit,
you actually think
you can blackmail us?
- It's not blackmail,
it's facts.
You see, if I get fucked,
he gets fucked.
Or how about
I go back to that house
and fuck that pretty little
whore wife too, motherfucker.
- Easy, easy.
You don't wanna play that game.
- Really?
I like that game though.
Or maybe I end the game
and kill you both, right now?
-You ain't that fucking stupid.
What the fuck.
- I didn't know
what the fuck to do.
- So you fucking killed the guy?
Where'd you even get the gun?
-I got it for protection.
He was gonna kill us, Lucas.
He was gonna kill us.
-Fuck!
Fuck!
One big fucking spiral
with you, isn't it?
First you wanna kill Kim,
and now you shoot
this fucking guy.
What's wrong with you?
- Listen, maybe
this is for the best.
Now we don't have to worry
about him talking.
-We?
We.
Now let's get one thing
straight.
This is not...
There's no "we."
You did this.
-I know!
- All right, let's just
get the fuck out of here.
Come on.
- So, what are we
gonna do about the body?
-The body?
I'm not touching
that fucking thing.
Grab your money
and let's go. Come on.
- They shot him
in the face, homes.
We got to get that puta.
-Lucas.
I'm sorry
I lost my cool back there.
That will not happen again.
- I'm your lawyer
and I'm your friend,
but I can't go down
this road with you any more.
What you did back there
was fucking crazy.
I'm fucking done.
- What do you mean you're done?
-Done. We're done.
I'm not doing this
with you anymore.
Don't fucking call me.
-I'm so sorry, babe.
I don't know
what I was thinking.
I'm really scared.
The detective said that...
The killers might have
mistook you for that guy.
Is there something
you're not telling me?
-How could you?
He meant nothing to me.
I love you.
Can you please forgive me?
I'll never do it again.
Hmm?
You're the only one for me.
I love you.
I love you.
I don't want to lose you.
I'll do anything.
Please forgive me.
Go get the door.
- Mr. Schaefer, sorry
to disturb you at home, sir.
We just wanted to follow up
with a few more questions,
if that's all right.
- Yeah, sure.
What can I do for you?
- Well, after speaking
with your assistant,
we were just wondering as to why
you would cancel
your anniversary trip
to Hawaii this weekend?
- Well, honestly,
in light of the situation,
why would I go to Hawaii?
- Yeah, that's what
we don't understand.
You see,
you canceled your tickets
before your business trip.
Before the murder
even took place.
-Let me get this straight.
You fucking came to my house
at 10 o'clock at night
to ask me if I canceled tickets?
I honestly
can't even fucking remember
what I had
for fucking breakfast,
much else when I canceled
the ticket or booked the ticket.
I book flights all the time,
I cancel flights all the time,
I just... I just don't
understand where this is going.
Do you have any other
questions for me?
- Nope.
- That's it.
- Yeah.
- Have a good night.
- Have a good night.
- Yeah, you too.
- Okay.
- Good night.
-Come here.
It's going to be okay.
It's going to be okay.
All right?
- Let's go to bed.
- -Okay.
- I love you.
- I love you too.
Come on.
-Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
-What?
-I just saw something.
- What? What did you see?
- Something.
I don't know,
like a light or something.
-You shitting me?
- No, no. Somebody shot
a light in there.
- Are you waking me up
'cause somebody
decides to take a piss
in the middle of the night?
- Man, stop it.
- Okay... wait, wait, wait.
Who takes a piss with
a flashlight in their own house?
- A flash... are you sure
it was a flashlight?
- It seemed like it.
Like one of those maglites
up on that beam.
Okay, tell me you didn't just
see that right now.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I saw it.
What the fuck is that?
-Should I call in for backup?
-No, no, just inform them
that we're going to
take a look at the house.
But it could be nothing.
We don't wanna look
like a bunch of jackasses.
- Okay then.
- What the fuck is that?
- Be advised, detective Reyes
and detective Jones
will be going
into the Schaefer home
to check out a suspicious light.
-Psst.
-Who the fuck is that?
-What'd you think, homey?
You thought we were just
gonna walk away or what?
- What the fuck are you doing
in my house?
- What the fuck is going on?
Who are these guys?
- Now you're fucking stupid,
dawg.
My cousin comes over here
to collects the money,
next thing I know, he's dead
on channel 7 news, huh?
- Now, wait, wait, wait.
Just wait, just wait.
Just wait. Listen,
we have money, okay?
We'll give you
whatever you want,
just leave us alone.
Please.
- Fuck that, bro.
I saw you.
I was up in the
fucking hills, homey.
- Jeff, what are they talking
about?
-Shut the fuck up, bitch.
Let me tell you what the fuck
we're talking about, homey.
Your little
bitch-ass husband right here
hired us to kill your ass,
that's 'cause you were
fucking the postman.
- Listen, just fucking
leave her out of this.
She had nothing to do with this.
-Right. You shut up, man.
She's got everything
to do with this.
- Jeff?
- That's right.
Don't fucking listen to him,
all right?
Don't fucking listen to them.
All right?
- Hey, shut your fucking bitch
up, homey.
- Leave her out of this!
- Shut the fuck up!
- Fucking slut.
- Hey, white girl.
- No!
-And now you're next.
I love killing white people.
- You fucking cowards!
You fucking cowards!
Go on. You think
you're fucking tough?
Go on.
Shoot me, you fuckers.
- Go on.
- With pleasure.
-Jones.
Officer down! Shots fired!
Officer down! I need help!
Jones, come on baby.
Jones, come on, man.
Come on, don't do this to me,
baby, come on.
- You okay over there?
- Yeah.
- Jones, come on now, Jones,
stay with me, stay with me, man.
Jones.
-Slide the gun over here.
I said, slide the gun over here.
-Do it.
-You don't want to do this, man.
- Don't fucking tell me
what I wanna do.
Don't fucking tell me
what I wanna do, man.
-Are you going to kill me, huh?
You think
that's going to help you?
- It might.
You are at a major
crossroad here, Jeff.
- I didn't kill that kid.
I didn't kill that kid.
- I didn't kill that kid!
- Okay.
So why don't you just
put the gun down
and we'll sort this all out,
you and me.
Right here, right now.
- If I put this gun down,
then I'm going to jail, man.
- Jeff... what do you think
is going to happen if you don't?
- I'm sorry, man.
I need you to get on your face.
-Jeff.
- Get down on the ground,
like I told you.
-Jeff.
-Get on your face. Now.
- I got a family.
Don't do this to them, man.
- Shut up!
I had a family too.
- And now I'm ruined.
- I get it, Jeff.
Just don't do it, man.
Think about
what you're doing, man!
Think about it!
- I'm going to jail
for the rest of my life.
There's only one thing,
one thing,
that's going to keep that
from happening.
- Just think about
my family, man.
Please. Wait.
Wait, wait, wait, Jeff. Jeff.
- Jeff, don't... no!
- Mmm. Happy anniversary,
my love.