IAN: Now look into the light.
IAN: I'm Bria Jones.
I am Bria Jones.
You'll testify against Donald Fairchild...
...and in exchange we'll relocate you to a safe house.
Assist you in finding appropriate employment.
And assign you a US Marshal
for the protection of you and your daughter.
She's not my daughter.
KAYLA: I don't wanna go! I'm not going!
[ moaning ]
IAN: He paid for your company.
IAN: That's my fucking job!
That's a bug, man. That's a fucking bug.
KAYLA: Who put this here?
KAYLA: Bria!
- You'll be okay, Kayla. - Bria!
I promise, you're safe now.
LAWYER: This states that you are the legal descendant
of Donald Fairchild and the beneficiary
and trustee of Board of Trust.
LAWYER: Not only is Bria in control of the accounts
she's a beneficiary alongside you.
You think that's why she took me with her?
For money?
[indistinct whispering]
COURT CLERK: Do you solemnly affirm to tell the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth under pains
and penalties of perjury?
BRIA: I do.
*
BRIA: I'll be right out.
CAB DRIVER: I don't want to be a part of a break-in, ma'am.
I just need to get paid and then I can get out of here.
I know and I'm so sorry it's taking so long.
I got locked out of my house.
I, I just need to go one more place.
If you could just wait.
I don't know what you're doin', but I don't need the cash...
- ...that bad. - I just need your help.
Please.
If you just wait for me
I will compensate you really well.
- Okay. - Yeah?
- All right. - Thank you.
SANDRA: What the hell's goin' on here, huh?
- Sorry, ma'am. - Oh, come on!
- I can't do this. - Wait!
Fuck!
SANDRA: You in some kind of trouble?
Actually, yeah, I am. I'm locked out of my house.
Oh, why don't you just call that parole guy
who hangs around here everyday?
- He's my cousin. - Yeah, sure.
Sure, you get led out with a black sack
over your head, handcuffed.
I don't know what kinda cousins you have
but that ain't family.
Fine. He's my parole officer.
Did you kill anyone?
SANDRA: Oh, I don't wanna know.
Forget I even asked that.
I hate pigs. Wait here a second.
Here, let me in there.
- Hey, I'm not payin' for this. - Yeah.
SANDRA: No, no, I just want your, I want your word that...
- ...I'm not paying for this. - You have my word, I promise.
BRIA: You won't pay a penny.
Oh, shit!
Goddammit!
BRIA: Hey! Le-let me try it. Let me try.
*
SANDRA: All right.
*
SANDRA: Hey, I'm not gonna stand out here all day.
Thank you.
That's it?
*
[ computer beeps ]
[ keys clacking ]
*
[ Bria sighs ]
[ sighs ]
Good to see you.
STUART: You been runnin' or somethin'?
Yeah, my car broke down.
I had to walk a little bit.
You kinda smell like shit.
Want to fuck?
Oh.
[ sighs ]
Well, you feel really good.
You know, I'm not ready yet.
I just want you inside me.
I'm not even hard yet.
Yeah, but just being near you makes me really fucking wet.
Uh, you know what this...
I don't think this is gonna work, uh...
I might just be too nervous or somethin'
but you know, could you...
[ exhales ]
You know, maybe we're not right for each other.
Maybe we should both find other people
to meet our needs, you know.
- Yeah. - Just...
- Just no hard feelings. - Yeah.
Look, I just...
I just need to be home by 6:00 or my wife gets paranoid.
You have a wife? That's nice.
- Yeah, we... - That's nice.
We work at the labs together.
We got two kids and, and they're amazing.
*
I just...
Yeah, I just need a...
- You just need a release. - Yeah.
You just wanna have some fun, Stuart, right?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
I've got an idea.
Why don't we go get some wine?
- And some other things. - What other things?
And then we could go to the desert
and we could go and fuck like crazy
and no one will hear us.
I, I don't want any kinky stuff.
It won't be kinky. I promise.
And I will suck you off so fucking hard...
Yeah? That sounds like fun, doesn't it?
Yeah, I just, I just got to be home by 6:00...
Yeah, you will be. I'll have you home by 6:00. I promise.
Your wife won't know a thing.
And I'm gonna fuck you like crazy.
So fucking hard, all right?
Come on.
*
STUART: You know, we're from the suburbs.
We don't really get out this way much.
My wife, she's a little bit worried about stuff like this.
You know it's very international.
She's not Mexican or anything, so we don't come for the food
but I'm sure it's really great.
You know, it's not that she's racist. We're not racists--
No, I'm sure your wife isn't at all racist.
- Does she like pawn shops? - No.
- You wanna hold it? - No.
Go on.
- Nice. Yeah. - Nice, right?
SHOPKEEPER: How'd that last one work out for ya?
Last one?
Yeah, it was great.
Um, I sometimes go to the desert and shoot naked.
Just for fun.
BRIA: We'll take it.
STUART: You hunt or somethin'?
BRIA: Something like that.
You know they've got some really pretty jewelry.
You could pick something up, maybe for your wife.
STUART: You know I never buy stuff like this for my wife.
She's probably gonna get suspicious.
Yeah, well, just apologize
for not getting her nice stuff enough.
Say it's from a vintage store, not a pawn shop.
- Can I keep this up front? - Yeah, I guess.
STUART: Just don't shoot me, huh?
*
STUART: Haven't touched a gun since I was eight.
My dad took me hunting once.
I was so nervous, I didn't know what to expect.
There was this big deer and...
...we clipped it and it fell on the ground
and there was blood everywhere.
My dad was so mad. He says, "Just shoot it."
Mm. That's interesting. Yeah.
STUART: I couldn't do it.
- I just saw his eyes. - Mm-hm.
STUART: And my dad had to put him out of his misery.
There was just so much blood.
You-you know what, I just don't think guns are for me.
I'll change your mind about that. I promise.
Promise.
Mm-hmm.
BRIA: You see that flower on top of that cactus?
I'm gonna knock it off in three shots.
And if I don't get it, then you've got three shots.
And then we're gonna fuck.
Okay.
BRIA: Wanna make a bet?
- No, we don't need to bet-- - Let's have some fun.
That's what we're here for.
- Make a bet. Give me a number. - I should get back by six.
You'll be back home by six, I promise.
Give me a number.
- 200. - Deal.
[ gunshot ]
Oh, God.
BRIA: Close.
Do you wanna hear about me, Stuart, for a change?
- Yeah. - Yeah, I know you don't really.
But I'm gonna tell you anyway.
There was a time when I really wanted to have a career.
And I wanted to have an office.
And I wanted to have my own furniture.
And I wanted to answer to nobody.
- That sounds reasonable. - Sounds reasonable, right?
BRIA: But it never happened, Stuart.
Uh, this isn't gonna be a sob story.
But I wanted to give you some context.
- Context? - Yeah. Context.
[ gunshot ]
BRIA: I thought I was better than this.
STUART: Uh, you know I understand.
- Do you? - Yeah, you know, I know. I do.
You... Do you think you understand?
How could you possibly understand?
- Um... - You don't know me.
- I don't know you. - Hmm.
It's all right to say you don't understand.
You can be honest.
It's better to hear the truth.
STUART: Okay, I don't know.
Thank you.
Then, I figured out a way to pay for everything.
Now, don't get me wrong. I like to fuck.
I really do, but sometimes...
...I pretend to like it more than I really do.
BRIA: And then I met a man...
...who took care of everything.
And I only had to pretend with one man.
And he'd give me things, he'd give me nice things.
And then, I'd want more nice things.
And then I'd say nice things to get nice things
and then I'd feel like I was owed nice things.
And then I'd stop.
Being honest about how I really felt.
And then he started saying really horrible things.
And he started saying horrible things all the time.
And it all started sounding like white noise to me.
And I'd give an inch, I'd give an inch.
and start to think it was all normal
but it wasn't normal.
- I'm sorry. - Wasn't normal at all.
And here we are.
[ gunshot ]
[ laughs ] Oh, that was so impressive.
- That was very impressive. - Wasn't it?
- That was great, yeah. - Okay, your turn.
- I should be going home. - Oh, come on, Stuart.
We're here to have fun. Three shots.
- I've gotta be home by si-- - Three shots.
Come on, you don't... You don't want to play?
Come on, then we'll fuck.
Come on.
- Come on. - All right.
[ gunshot ]
Nice, Stuart.
You got two more shots.
[ gunshot ]
BRIA: One more shot, Stuart.
IAN: Bria, put the gun down.
[ gunshot ]
[ Ian groans ]
What the fuck did you just do?
Put the gun on the ground.
Put the gun on the ground, then you can go home
to your lovely wife and your two kids.
Put it on the ground.
Okay.
Now you can go back to your car and go home.
*
[ Ian groans ]
IAN: Bria, please don't.
[ groans ]
[ Bria grunts ]
We... We could still walk away. I could still help you.
If you kill me, you'll be on your own.
I don't need you.
And I don't need your help.
And right now, you just need to understand that I'm helping you.
IAN: I just wanted to warn you, he's coming.
[ Bria breathing heavily ]
*
IAN: Give me the gun.
Bria, please give me the gun.
- Bria, please... - Just shut up.
DONALD: Sarah, I'm not going to hurt you.
IAN: Please don't.
Don't do anything stupid.
[ gunshot ]
[ Bria breathing heavily ]
[ coughs ]
[ groaning ]
You could just say it was self-defense.
[ sighs ]
*
[ sighs ]
*
BRIA: I owe my life to Ian.
He knew he was coming.
He saved my life.
I just wanna go home now.
WITSEC OFFICER: This is Marshal Ian Olsen. How's it goin', bud?
- Doing all right. - He's our top guy.
WITSEC OFFICER: The hero, huh?
He saved our last witness from near death.
- He's a good man. - Thank you.
*
Thanks, Tom.
*