- Abigail: [her father appears behind Joey] Father?
- Joey: [falls to the ground] Lazar?
- Father: I've gone by many names over the countless years.
- [growls at her and laughs]
- Abigail: Father, don't!
- Father: I can smell your blood, I can taste it!
- Abigail: You don't understand. Please stop.
- [Gets in front of them]
- Abigail: she saved my life!
- Father: [shouting] ABIGAIL!
- Abigail: She was here, when you weren't.
- Father: I came when you needed me.
- [kneeling down]
- Father: I'm here now.
- [He kisses Joey on the hand]
- Father: I think you should leave. It's getting awfully close to dinner time.
- Abigail: See you around, Joey.
- Joey: [to Abigail trapped in elevator] We want to talk
- Abigail: Please, please let me out. I'm scared
- Joey: Cut the shit. You're really good at pretending to be a little girl!
- Abigail: Thank you.
- [Does a curtsy]
- Abigail: I've had a few centuries of experience.
- Joey: Tell us how to get out of here and we'll let you go.
- Abigail: No.
- Sammy: [lunges forward with Joey thrawting her] Hey, what's gonna happened to me? Am I gonna turn into a vampire?
- Abigail: Maybe.
- Sammy: Oh, my God! She said "maybe"!
- Peter: [consoling Sammy] It's okay.
- Frank: Listen little lady, or ma'am, whatever. We're very sorry, okay? We didn't know who you were. We thought you were a regular 12 year old girl.
- Abigail: You were gonna beat and torture me when you thought I was just a regular 12 year old girl.
- Frank: Yeah, well... like I say, we're very sorry. We would never have taken you if we knew who your father was
- Abigail: You did work for him, didn't you?
- [They all look at Frank in dismay]
- Abigail: Haven't you wondered why I brought you here?
- Peter: You brought us here?
- Abigail: [puts hand on forehead] Jesus Christ. There was never any money. I planned all of this. Lambert works for me.
- Sammy: What are you talking about?
- Abigail: Don't you know, Jessie?
- Sammy: What did you just call me?
- Abigail: Jessica Hurney. You started your career siphoning money from your affluent parents bank accounts. Hedge funds came next, then private offshore accounts, and eventually much bigger fish. One in particular.
- Sammy: I can give it back.
- Abigail: Terrence Lacroix. Muscle for the Montreal Broussard family. Did it bore you snapping necks for pay? Enduring endless times from your colleagues about your stunted intellect? Is that why you stole from your whole crew who just happened to be a tiny subsidiary of our whole empire? How long did the money last, you weak, disloyal inebriate?
- [Peter looks guilty]
- Abigail: former detective Adam Barrett. You thought you could infiltrate our New York arm under deep cover. But you liked the life a little too much, didn't you? The power you had when you were free of rules and regulations. It became an addiction. How empty did you feel when you finally arrested our three lieutenants you'd work so hard to get close to? And how empty did you feel after I ripped up their bodies in the hotel pent house because of you? You changed your name, you left town, and you never saw your family again. But it wasn't for their safety, was it, Detective Barrett? Finally, we have the tragic Ana Lucia Cruz. Former army medic drummed out of service for shooting up Uncle Sam's morphine.
- Joey: I was injured in the field.
- Abigail: You tried to take care of your son, before abandoning him to his fuckup of a father.
- Joey: Shut up.
- Abigail: You became an underground doctor for some very shady people. But one day, you were just too high to do your job, and instead of removing a bullet, you nicked an artery, and someone very important to my father's business bled out. But you and Detective Barrett have something in common. You never went back for your son.
- Joey: Shut the fuck up! And what do you tell yourself, huh? That you want to be your daddy's little errand girl? No, he did lose interest in you. That wasn't a lie. How many of your father's enemies you're gonna have to kill until he loves you again?
- Frank: If this is about revenge, why didn't you just kill us? Why'd you bring us here?
- Joey: Because it isn't. This is just a game to her.
- Frank: Bullshit. She was screaming at the house and Dad triggered the alarm.
- Joey: That wasn't even her father. That wasn't Lazar. And for what, because you're fucking bored? For your fucking entertainment?
- Abigail: What can I say? I like playing with my food. You're the same as all the other meat sacks I've brought here over the years. Nothing different about any of you. Nothing special. Just something to help me pass the time.
- Joey: Quick question. Who's inside a cage right now?
- Sammy: [Dean appears behind her wearing a mask scaring her] Oh my God!, What the fuck?
- Dean: No, it-it's me. It's Dean, it's Dean. I'm sorry.
- Sammy: What the fuck, Dean?
- Dean: Just was trying to prank you. I'm sorry.
- Sammy: It's not funny.
- Dean: [offering her the mask] you can have it.
- Sammy: [slaps it out of his hand] Get out!
- Dean: Listen. I saw the way you was looking at me earlier, and I thought we could just, like, you know, vibe out or...
- Sammy: [pushes him] Get the fuck out!
- Dean: Hey.
- Sammy: I'm not looking at you, man.
- Dean: Whoa, whoa. Wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Sammy: [hit him with a pillow] Get the fuck out! Stupid motherfucker! God!
- Dean: I didn't mean to scare you.
- Sammy: I don't give a shit!
- Dean: Are you sure?
- Sammy: Fuck off! Get the fuck out! Go! Get the fuck out!
- Dean: All right.
- Sammy: Get out! Don't come back!
- Frank: [Sammy suggests returning Abigail to her father; sarcastically] Oh yeah. Here's your daughter, Mr. fucking Antichrist. We're really sorry. Hope she's not too traumatized. Let's play a round of golf sometime.
- Joey: [Frank is searching for the turning wall book] You looking for some light reading, Frank?
- Frank: Shut the fuck up.
- [Finds the book]
- Frank: And Then There Were None.
- [Realizes wall is immobile]
- Frank: Agatha fucking Christie!
- [Drops book on floor and starts pulling more books out onto floor with increasingly intense range]
- Frank: You fucking playing me? Fucking ballerina fuck! Stupid fucking dancing fucking vampire fuck! Fuck!
- [sits on steps]
- Joey: You good?
- Frank: So what the fuck now?
- Joey: She was already healing. You saw, it too.
- [Walks across room peering into fireplace and then has an epiphany]
- Joey: grab something. We're gonna break through this wall.
- [Uses pool cue to demolish wall]
- Frank: Will you fucking stop already? She's not going anywhere.
- Joey: She's waiting for it to get dark, and then... we're fucked!
- [Yells]
- Joey: Fuck!
- [Under breath]
- Joey: God damn it.
- [Sits in steps]
- Frank: [Ana looks through empty bag for lollipop] Aw. You run out of candy?
- Sammy: I'm scared.
- [Joey caresses her arm]
- Sammy: Was that true? What she said about your son? That you left him?
- Joey: Yeah. But I got clean. And I was gonna go back for him. That was... that is the plan.
- Sammy: That's good. How often do you get to talk to him?
- Joey: Tried calling him. I just, um... . I can't do it. That's why I took this job. With that money, I can start over, you know? A reset.
- Frank: Boo-hoo. Fucking bullshit. It's not about the money. Money's just an excuse. You didn't go back for your kid 'cause you're scared of being a piece of shit mother. God, everybody's got to be a fucking victim now. "Oh, I left 'cause I was on drugs. Oh, I was on drugs 'cause I I got hurt." Own your fucking shit and go be a mother to that kid. Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt a fucking nerve?
- [Sammy gives Frank the finger]
- Sammy: "Reset", Oh my God.
- [Gets up]
- Sammy: I don't need to hack the locks. I just need to find a power source. And if I can find a power source, then we can just short it.
- Frank: What, are you gonna unplug the fucking house?
- Joey: Okay, we search the house. Two teams. And we don't stop until we find it.
- Frank: Well, who's going with Twilight here?
- Peter: I'll go with you.
- [Hands her a silver tray]
- Peter: I, uh, saw your reflection in this earlier.
- [Sammy looks at her reflection in the tray]
- Sammy: Oh, my god
- Peter: Let's go.
- Sammy: Fuck this job.
- Frank: Fucking dream team.
- Abigail: If you let me out, I'll let two of you live.
- Peter: Oh. Which two?
- [Sammy slaps him]
- Peter: What?
- Abigail: It's a surprise.
- Frank: Fuck this. Let's just kill her now.
- Abigail: You tried that, Frank. If you would like to open this door and try again, please do. My offer just expired. Now I'll only let one of you live, whoever let's me out.
- [Joey and Peter both draw their guns at each other]
- Frank: She's fucking lying, you moron. You touch that door, and you're as dead as the rest of us.
- Peter: Maybe it's worth a try.
- Abigail: We have her Peter. That's why we did this, so we can trade her for our lives.
- Abigail: That will never happen. Joey was right. No matter how many of you I kill, my father doesn't love me come and he's not gonna trade me for anything. So go on, Peter, let me out.
- Joey: Peter, if touch that door, I will shoot you.
- Peter: I'm sorry guys.
- [Reaches for latch with Joey shooting him in the torso]
- Peter: Ah! You shot me!
- Joey: I barely grazed you. Give me your gun so I can patch you up.
- Peter: You're sure crazy.
- Joey: I prefer "impatient." Frank, help me out. Sammy, watch her.
- Sammy: Fuck that shit. Hm-mm.
- Joey: Sammy.
- Sammy: I'm not staying down here with that. Fuck that shit, Joey.
- Frank: I got this.
- Abigail: [after Joey injects her with a sedative] Fucking bitch! I'll kill you fucking fucks! I'll rip your fucking heads off and gorge myself on your blood!
- Abigail: The offer still stands, Frank. Open the door, and I'll let you keep all your blood.
- Frank: Oh.
- Abigail: Organs, too.
- Frank: Sure.
- Abigail: I'm serious. You could be useful to us.
- Frank: Why don't you... tell me... how to get the duck out of here and I'll consider it.
- Abigail: If I told you, you'd just leave me here. You first.
- Frank: [getting up] You know what, my offer just expired. Have fun spending eternity in a fucking elevator.
- Abigail: Wait, I'll tell you. But you have to let me out immediately after I do.
- Frank: All right. Fine. It's a deal.
- Abigail: There's a secret door in the library. The bookshelf on the right wall. And Then There Were None.
- Frank: Hmmm. Very good. Thanks.
- [walks away]
- Abigail: Wait. A deal's a deal.
- Frank: Oh, right. The deal.
- [chuckles dryly and walks over]
- Frank: Ain't l a silly billy?
- [pretends to undo latch]
- Frank: Still gullible at your age, you fucking freak?
- [chuckles cruelly with Abigail also laughing]
- Frank: What's so fucking funny?
- [Abigail breaks the elevator door sending Frank flying with her doing ballet moves over him and prepared to hire him, luckily Joey rushes over to break the planks on the windows sending sunlight in and causing Abigail's hand to explode]
- Abigail: That's the thing about being a Vampire, Frank; it takes a long fucking time to learn to do all the cool shit.
- [Lambert is in the security room]
- Frank: What the fuck, you backstabbing son of a...
- [Lambert reveals he's a vampire]
- Frank: Oh, fuck! You're one of them! He's one of them!
- Joey: No shit, Frank.
- Frank: What the fuck is happening, motherfucker?
- Lambert: I brought you back here to offer you a deal.
- Joey: We're not taking any fucking deals.
- [Lambert pins her against the wall]
- Lambert: I wasn't talking to you.
- Frank: Shit. You fucking set me up.
- Lambert: Abigail turned me two years ago. She found out I helped you in New York. She came for me and threatened my family. Now all I do is bring her father's enemies here so that she can play her little hunting game. But I am done.
- Frank: What's your fucking point?
- Lambert: You can die here, or you can help me kill Abigail. Help me take her, you can have anything you fucking want. But you'll need a little upgrade.
- Frank: I'm not gonna become a fucking puppet like Sammy. Fuck no.
- Lambert: No. You'd be just like me. You'd get the complete treatment. Total autonomy.
- Joey: [barely able to breathe] Frank.
- Lambert: I've told Lazaar there's a problem. He's on his way. We'll kill the girl, we'll kill her father, and we'll take over the whole fucking thing.
- Joey: Frank. Please...
- Frank: Fuck it.
- [Drops stake]
- Frank: Bite me.
- [Lambert let's go of Joey and goes over to Frank and bite him]
- Frank: Fuck!
- [Lambert bites his arm and his blood goes into Frank's mouth]
- Lambert: Drink. Yes, drink, and you'll be one of us. Yes. Yes.
- [Frank vomits up a large projectile of blood Lambert turns and looks at Joey]
- Lambert: Oh. You're still with us. Frank, meet your first victim.
- [Frank rises up and stakes Lambert from behind causing him to explode]
- Frank: [laughing] That's for setting me up, you undead prick.
- [He takes off his glasses]
- Frank: Oh, yeah. I feel fucking great.
- [Joey picks up a stake and points it at Frank]
- Joey: Frank.
- Frank: I told you not to fuck with me.
- Joey: Please.
- Frank: You better fucking run.
- Abigail: So you found Lambert. Did he try to convince you to take it all before you killed him?
- [laughs]
- Abigail: Our game ends here. I've made sure of that.
- [after Frank is killed]
- Abigail: Thank you.
- Joey: You're welcome.
- [She feels her bite mark on her shoulder]
- Joey: Am I...?
- Abigail: You're fine, now that he's dead.
- [Joey helps her up]
- Joey: Um... I think I'm gonna... Yeah.
- [she starts to leave]
- Abigail: I hope you get Justin back.
- Joey: It's Caleb.
- Abigail: I know. For what it's worth, you just have to show up.
- Joey: [calls her son] Hey, Caleb. It's Mom.
- [It's an answering machine she leaves a message]
- Joey: I... I love you so much. And I'm so proud of you. And you're the one good... You're the one good thing I did in life. And I just needed you to hear that. I love you so much, my sweet, sweet boy. And I always have.
- [Frank walks in]
- Frank: Aw. Sorry to interrupt.
- [Joey tries to stake him but he dodges and throws her through a door leading to the main part of the house]
- Frank: It's a little late to be a good mom now, don't you think? You fucking junkie.
- Joey: I'm gonna fucking kill you, Frank.
- [Frank tosses her]
- Frank: Oh, yeah?
- [He grabs and chokes her she hits him in the head with a book to no effect then tries to punch him he blocks it then she knees him in the side of the chest he lifts her up and smashes her against the glass and tosses her on the ground]
- Joey: Why don't you just kill me?
- Frank: Where's the fun in that?
- Joey: You want to have some fun? All right. Let's have some fun.
- [She puts her hands up to fight he grabs her by the throat]
- Frank: I'm gonna make you my fucking puppet.
- [He dangles her over a balcony]
- Frank: And then we're gonna go see that kid of yours. And I'm gonna make you kill him.
- [He throws her down but luckily Abigail catches her]
- Abigail: I'm too weak to take him alone. Help me kill him, and I'll let you go. You can see your son again.
- Frank: [singing while walking down the stairs] I got the whole fucking world in my hands. Well, well, well. Look who came to join the party.
- Abigail: If you want to kill me, you have to drain me.
- [Takes off her ballerina headrest and tosses it away they both begin to engage Frank he manages to overpower both and stabs Joey in the shoulder with a fireplace poker and pins her to a wall]
- Frank: Wait there.
- [to Abigail]
- Frank: Isn't this fun?
- [They start to fight with Frank managing to overpower and starts to drain her Abigail weakly holds up her pinky to Joey Frank finishes drinking from her and painfully pulls Joey from the poker]
- Joey: No. No.
- Frank: You ready to join the team?
- [He bites Joey and tosses her to the ground]
- Frank: Oh, yeah.
- [He picks up a stake and kicks Joey]
- Frank: Wakey-wakey, little puppet.
- [Joey opens her eyes]
- Frank: Oh, hey there. I think it's time to play... my game.
- [slams the wooden stake down next to her]
- Frank: Frank says, Pick it up.
- [She picks up the stake]
- Frank: Frank says, Get the fuck up.
- [She gets up]
- Frank: Frank says, Kill the girl.
- [she walks over to Abigail but then ends up trying to stake Frank who dodges it he then headbutts her and throws her into a bookshelf Abigail grabs him from behind and bites him]
- Frank: You little fuck! You don't fucking quit!
- Abigail: You thought you could just make her your puppet?
- [Frank throws her to the ground while Joey pulls the fireplace poker out of the wall and wedges it between Frank's teeth Abigail picks up the fireplace poker and tries to stake Frank who grabs it both Joey and her force the stake near Frank's chest]
- Abigail: Here's the thing about being a vampire, Frank. It takes a long fucking time to learn how to do all the cool shit
- [they finally manage to force the stake through his chest]
- Frank: Oh, fu..
- [he explodes]
- Joey: You're not a professional.
- Dean: I'm the best motherfucking wheelman in this town.
- Joey: I didn't say you weren't good. I said you're not a professional. You've got... loose wiring. Probably a sociopath.
- [Sammy laughs]
- Frank: And you are a junkie. Cop knows a junkie. Your little candy affectation. Long sleeves. Why you don't want to have a drink with us. You in recovery or something? How many days you got? We gotta be worried about you?
- Joey: No.
- Frank: No? Don't ever fuck with me. I will know.
- Joey: I'm gonna go check on the girl.
- Dean: I knew it. Junkies never share candy.
- Frank: How's the kid?
- Joey: She's fine. Look, I don't need to know who the girl's father is, but do you know?
- Frank: No. Why?
- Joey: She just implied that her father might be a particularly violent man.
- Frank: Wow. She implied that, did she? Well... of course she fucking implied that. She's scared. She wants to rattle you.
- Joey: I don't think so. Again, do you know who her father is?
- Frank: Oh my God, you're gonna be a real pain in my ass, aren't you? There's one in every crew.
- Joey: No, sir. I just don't scare easy, so when I do, I pay attention.
- [Frank walks into the room and realizes that Abigail is not wearing her blindfold]
- Frank: Oh, fuck! Fuck! Shit. Christ.
- [He pulls out and points his handgun at her]
- Frank: Look away! Don't fucking look at me! You see my face? You see my fucking face? Huh? Are you lying to me?
- Abigail: No.
- Frank: You fucking lying to me?
- Abigail: No. I'm -I'm not!
- Frank: Don't lie to me. What color are my eyes? What color are my eyes? It's a simple fucking question, kid!
- Abigail: I didn't see your face!
- Frank: Well... good! Who the fuck is your father?
- Abigail: Jo... Joey said you didn't want to know.
- Frank: Well, fuck Joey! I do want to know! Who the fuck is your father?
- Abigail: Okay. I'm -I'm sorry
- Abigail: Who is your father?
- Abigail: My father is... Kristof Lazaar.
- Frank: The fuck did you say?
- [while riding a bicycle]
- Dean: Man, this place is dope, right?
- Sammy: No. No, it's not. Thank you.
- Rickles: Come have a drink with us, Joey.
- Joey: Gotta go check on the kid soon. Maybe after.
- Dean: No party poopers allowed, anyway.
- Peter: Hey, who do you guys think that, uh, this girl's father is?
- Sammy: Hmm, some tech billionaire.
- Frank: Nah. Probably real estate.
- Dean: Nah, you don't get a house like that without being into some shit. Weapons, drugs... human trafficking. What about you, Joey? Who do you think he is?
- Joey: America's dad. Tom Hanks.
- Dean: Ha, ha. Let me get a piece of that candy.
- Joey: Get your own.
- Dean: Get your own.
- Dean: Fuck you too. You grew up with a bunch of brothers and sisters, huh? I'm like a expert at reading people.
- Joey: Oh, really?
- Dean: Mm-hmm. You like a nanny or a babysitter, looking after that kid.
- [referring to Frank]
- Dean: Your man here is the bagman for that dude who let us in the door
- [to Rickles]
- Dean: Lookout/private security
- [to Peter]
- Dean: Explosives man in the back,
- [to Sammy]
- Dean: and a little teenage runaway hacker turned black hat for the feds.
- Joey: Wow. You might be the least perceptive person I've ever met.
- Dean: How the fuck would you know that?
- Joey: You literally got nothing right. About anyone.
- Dean: [pointing at Sammy] Pretty sure she ran away from home.
- Frank: [pulls out $100 bill] Crisp $100 bill, you can tell me one true thing about me.
- Joey: Pass.
- Frank: Mm-hmm.
- Dean: Told y'all she ain't know shit.
- Joey: You used to be a cop.
- Sammy: Did he arrest you or something?
- Joey: No. It's the stance. The walk. The shoes. Not to mention the standard issue Glock, the shoulder holster, and he used police hand signals back at the house. Not a street cop. No. Too smart. You need to be in control. So I'm gonna say detective. Homicide or vice. Any tries to hide it, but he's from Queens. Probably only been up here a few years.
- [Peter claps and pulls out money]
- Peter: Hey, uh, you do me, too? Huh? Right here.
- Joey: I almost feel bad taking this... 'cause you've basically got a fucking neon sign over your head that reads "muscle." Quebec, right? You got bullied in school? Probably by Dad, too? So when you got bigger than everyone else, you turned the tables. Made it into a career.
- [Sammy holds out $20]
- Sammy: How much will this get me?
- Joey: Wow. Really? A 20? That's cheap, considering you come from money.
- Sammy: It's true.
- Joey: Which means you're only in this for the kicks. You don't get your hands dirty. You use a keyboard instead of a gun and tell yourself that makes what you do not as bad. Good luck when the illusion wears off.
- Sammy: Very good.
- Rickles: No cash.
- Sammy: Then I'll just leave it at "semper fi." And you're getting off easy.
- Dean: Hold on, now, you forgot about me.
- Joey: You don't want me to do you.
- Dean: What you mean? This fun.
- [Frank is putting on his jacket]
- Dean: Yo, what's going on, bagman?
- Frank: I'm leaving.
- Joey: What?
- Frank: You heard me. You cut up my share however you want. I'm out.
- Joey: Whoa. Hey. What happened? Hey! You can't just leave without telling us what's going on.
- Frank: What's going on? What's going on is that we are fucked. That little girl is Kristof Lazaar's daughter.
- Rickles: Shit.
- Sammy: Who's Kristof Lazaar?
- Frank: Who's Lazaar?
- Dean: Bruh, that's a urban legend, man. Calm down.
- Frank: No, dude. He's not a fucking urban legend. He is very fucking real, believe me. Nobody even knows how big his fucking empire is.
- Sammy: So he's, like, a crime boss?
- Rickles: He controls a lot more than just crime.
- Joey: Is Lambert fucking insane? He just put a death mark on all of us. Including himself.
- Sammy: What if we just, like, you know, like, give her back and say sorry?
- Frank: Oh, yeah. "Here's your daughter Mr. fucking Antichrist. We're really sorry. Hope she's not too traumatized. Let's play a round of golf sometime."
- Sammy: Fuck you, Frank.
- Peter: This isn't the time for sarcasm, okay?
- Joey: Let's just leave. We leave her with some food and make an anonymous phone call, get the fuck out of Dodge.
- Rickles: I like that.
- Joey: It's not like she's seen our faces.
- Frank: Uh, actually, she has, thanks to you.
- Joey: I was supposed to be the only one in and out of that room. And I wore my mask.
- Frank: Well, I didn't so I walk in there to see Angelina Ballerina memorizing my fucking face.
- Dean: Major party foul.
- Peter: Why did you take off her blindfold, Joey?
- Sammy: It's messy.
- Peter: Now we have to kill her.
- Joey: Not a fucking chance. We're not killing the girl.
- Peter: She saw Frank's face.
- Rickles: Even if Lazaar catches up to him, he don't know shit about us.
- Peter: He knows that I'm Quebecois. Huh? He knows that Sammy comes from money. He knows that you come from a military background, thanks to joey.
- Frank: Just had to do your little magic trick, didn't you?
- Dean: Hold up. If we just leave her here, then we don't get none of that money? Kind of need some money real bad right now. I don't know about y'all.
- Joey: How much do you trust Lambert?
- Frank: I trust him enough. That doesn't make it worth the risk, though.
- Joey: If seven million per person isn't worth the risk, then what is?
- Dean: It's a lot of money.
- Frank: All right, he wouldn't have had us kidnap the kid if you didn't think we could pull this off, so maybe we all just pretend ed like we don't know who her father is, and with the money we're making from this, we just disappear forever. Hmm? Start a new life. I never have to see any of you fucks ever again. Everyone stay alert. Any threat is gonna come from outside, so we set a perimeter and we hold it. Rickles takes first watch in the crow's nest. Joey, secure the interior. Look for any ways in or out. What is it, like, 22 more hours, hmm? 22 hours. Fuck!
- Rickles: I thought I heard someone out here.
- Joey: I'm not as stealthy as I thought.
- Rickles: Want to come in?
- Joey: I sort of have this reputation of being a professional. So...
- Rickles: So you have to do your job. Hey listen. I don't trust any of these other fucks. So let's watch each other's backs.
- Joey: I was thinking the same thing.
- Rickles: I need to talk to you right now.
- [to Abigail]
- Joey: I'll be right outside.
- Rickles: Somebody stole my fucking rifle.
- Joey: Frank is Valdez.
- Rickles: What?
- Joey: He told the girl.
- Rickles: Frank wanted to leave. That doesn't make any sense.
- Joey: He acted like he wanted to leave.
- Rickles: If he's Valdez and Lazaar's his boss, then why kidnap his kid?
- Joey: Maybe he and Lambert are planning a power play.
- Rickles: That skinny motherfucker rips people apart?
- Joey: Something doesn't add up.
- Rickles: Aside from Frank, these guys are amateurs. You're army, right?
- Joey: Medic.
- Rickles: We can take 'em.
- Joey: We can take 'em.
- Rickles: If it's Frank, he'll know how to get out. Which means so would I if I spend about six minutes with him. You take the other two. Take the main staircase while I go south. We meet in the middle. We gonna get through this.
- Joey: I have to.
- Rickles: You have a kid? We'll make sure you get home.
- [looking around the house]
- Sammy: This is so fucking disgusting.
- [Joey points her handgun at her]
- Sammy: God, what the fuck?
- Joey: Where's Frank?
- [They go into the bar]
- Peter: Don't point that at Sammy, Joey.
- [Joey points her handgun at him]
- Peter: [Frank walks in]
- Frank: House this fancy, you'd think they could put fucking towels in the...
- [Joey points her handgun at him]
- Frank: Oh. Hey. Joey. What's going on?
- Joey: Why'd you do it?
- Frank: Do what?
- Joey: Bring us here to kill us.
- Frank: Don't do it, Peter!
- [Joey turns and points her gun at Peter allowing Frank to draw his handgun on her]
- Frank: I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, but you don't sound very calm right now, Little Miss Paranoid, so forgive the precaution. You guys know what the fuck she's talking about?
- Peter: I think she thinks that you brought us here to kill us.
- Frank: [sarcastically] Wow. Fantastic insight, Peter. Care to share what's on your mind, Joey?
- Joey: Your Valdez. You told the girl, you killed Dean, and you just killed Rickles.
- Peter: Mr. Wrinkles is dead?
- Frank: I didn't tell that girl shit.
- Joey: Bullshit.
- Frank: Wow. You got a lot going on up there, junkie, but your brains not quite putting it together, huh? You let a little girl get inside your head? You're not as smart as you think you are. The girl, though, she's fucking inspired, turning us against each other like this.
- Joey: I believe her.
- Frank: Hmm. Well, I hate to say it, but I think we're gonna have to get rough with her.
- Joey: No.
- Peter: I'll do it.
- Joey: Don't take another fucking step, Peter.
- Peter: It, uh... It's my job, Joey.
- Frank: Look, I just want to get to the bottom of this, you know? My team is dropping like flies, and... well, our guest has besmirched my good name, and I take that very personally, you know?
- Joey: We kidnapped a fucking vampire.
- Sammy: A ballerina vampire.
- Peter: Someone has been messing with us ever since we got here. Right? It's got to be, uh, some kind of trick.
- Joey: I don't know anyone that could pull off a trick like that. Do you?
- Sammy: I feel sick.
- Peter: At least Valdez isn't in here.
- Frank: The fucking girl is Valdez, you moron.
- Peter: I thought her name was Abigail.
- Frank: She isn't... . There isn't a... Jesus fucking Christ.
- Joey: Shit. We got to get out of here. There's got to be another way.
- Frank: No, I checked all the other doors. This is some kind of magnetically sealed locks and these shutters are two inches thick. You think you could hack the locks?
- Sammy: With what internet?
- Frank: I don't know. You-you can't do it manually?
- Sammy: Well, even if I could, I don't have any equipment. You know, there's got to be, like, a control room or something.
- Joey: Okay. What do we know about vampires?
- Peter: Th-That they're not real.
- Sammy: What are we talking about, like Anne Rice or True Blood, you know, Twilight? Very different kind of vampires.
- Joey: Okay, we know they feed off blood.
- Sammy: We're really doing this right now?
- Joey: They can turn other people into vampires.
- Sammy: Oh. Okay, fuck it. Um, they can turn into bats and stuff like that.
- Frank: Mind control, they make you do shit.
- Joey: They don't have a reflection.
- Peter: Not listening to this.
- Joey: Okay, how do we kill a vampire?
- Frank: Garlic.
- Joey: A stake through the heart.
- Frank: Crucifixes.
- Sammy: Holy water.
- Frank: Oh, you're a fucking priest now?
- Sammy: Daylight is a big one.
- Frank: Oh, that's a good one, but it's, mm, 3:30 in the fucking morning.
- Peter: Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut the fuck up!
- [Frank grabs him by the neck]
- Frank: Hey, dum-dum, we got a real fucking situation here. So I don't give a shit what you think. Either you're helping us, or you're 270 pounds of dead weight. Which is it?
- Peter: Helping.
- [Takes Frank's hand off of his neck]
- Peter: Just don't do that again.
- Frank: There's pool cues in the game room. Go sharpen 'em into stakes.
- Peter: Okay.
- Frank: You, go check the kitchen for garlic.
- Sammy: Alone.
- Frank: Yes alone
- Joey: What are you thinking?
- Frank: I say we tool up and we kill her.
- Joey: That's a mistake. You said it yourself. This girl is smart. She's been manipulating us from the start. We don't know if any of this stuff is gonna work. And even if it does, killing her would be the stupidest thing we could do.
- Frank: And why is that?
- Joey: Because we lose the only bargaining ship we have.
- Frank: Well, what do you suggest?
- Joey: We trade her to Lazaar for our lives.
- Frank: No. I'm not betting our lives on your fucking hunch.
- Joey: I'm telling you, she's gonna see you coming.
- Frank: No. Debate is over. Decision made. Okay?
- [Sammy walks in holding a bag]
- Sammy: I got 'em.
- Frank: Sammy, those are fucking onions.
- Sammy: Well... I don't cook. I don't know.
- Frank: All right, let's go kill us a fuckin'... vampire.
- Joey: [sarcastically] Good luck.
- [Frank looks at her]
- Joey: Oh. I'm not going. I already told you why. And if you put your hand around my neck, you'll lose it.
- Frank: I'm not gonna touch you. Go put your feet up. You two, on me. Let's hit the kitchen first. Fucking onions.
- [examining Dean's dead body after he's been killed]
- Frank: What the fuck were you doing down here, anyway?
- Sammy: I couldn't sleep. I heard something.
- Frank: What, you just had to come and check it out, huh?
- Sammy: You think I could do that?
- Joey: Be honest. What does that look like to you?
- Frank: It looks like a fucking wild animal ripped him apart. No. No. No. I'm not fu... We're not fucking going there.
- Rickles: Oh, fuck.
- Sammy: Why are you all acting so weird?
- Joey: There's stories about Lazaar's hitman.
- Frank: Can we not do this, please?
- Joey: Valdez.
- Rickles: I heard a story once. Three of Lazaar's top guys got pinched a few years ago. The FBI flipped 'em. Night before the trial, they were all holed up on the top floor of a hotel. A dozen agents in the next room and two on the door. Next morning, FBI goes into the room. All the bodies are ripped apart. Limbs... and organs missing. Decapitations. That's his signature. Valdez. He's a fucking animal. And there was no way in and out of that room except for the front door or the 23rd story window. So how'd he do it?
- Sammy: Bullshit.
- Frank: It's not fucking bullshit. That's not the first time I heard that story.
- Joey: We'd better check on the girl.
- Frank: All right, let's game this out. If Valdez or anyone else is in here, that means Lambert gave us up. And I don't buy that.
- Joey: Or Lazaar got to him and beat our location out of him.
- Frank: Are you fucking kidding me? Lambert is a meticulous motherfucker. He's very, very careful. If he gave us up, that means either one of us did it or Valdez is in here and he did it.
- Joey: Or one of us is Valdez.
- Rickles: I, for one, would like to revisit the cut-and-run idea.
- Peter: Yeah, but... Wrinkles, now that Dean is dead, we have a bigger share.
- Rickles: You're welcome to my share, Pete. You could be the richest headless man in America.
- Peter: Okay.
- [Sammy smacks him]
- Sammy: He just died.
- Peter: Okay.
- Sammy: So messed up.
- [Frank and Joey check on Abigail]
- Frank: She's fine.
- Rickles: Just because she's still in there doesn't mean that Valdez is not here. I'm out. You coming?
- [Joey doesn't respond]
- Rickles: suit yourself.
- Sammy: You're leaving?
- Peter: Bye-bye. Bye, Wrinkles
- Lambert: For those of you who don't know, I go by Lambert. You all came highly recommended. And so far, those recommendations are paying off. You know the rules. No real names, no backstories, and keep the grab-ass to a minimum. It's a 24-hour job, and the hard part is already over. Now you babysit. But the only one that sees the girl is this one.
- [referring to Joey]
- Lambert: So she only hears one voice. The rest of you... get comfortable. Questions?
- Joey: Yeah. Who's the girl?
- Lambert: You don't need to know her name.
- Joey: I don't care about her name. Whose kid is she?
- Frank: The fuck's that matter to you?
- Lambert: A very wealthy man who's about to be $50 million poorer. Look, you're safe here. And to be completely certain that you can't be tracked, I'm going to collect your cell phones.
- Dean: Nobody's tracking me.
- Frank: We're not taking any chances. Give 'em over.
- [Gives up his cell phone]
- Lambert: In the bag.
- Dean: Bullshit, man.
- [Lambert collects his phone and goes over to Sammy who's sending a text]
- Sammy: One second. I just gotta send this real quick.
- [Lambert grabs her phone she pulls it away]
- Sammy: Thank you. Just...
- [Lambert snatches it from her]
- Sammy: Okay.
- [Goes over to Peter who puts his phone in the bag]
- Peter: Thank you.
- [Lambert collects Joey's and Rickles phone's]
- Lambert: Keep the doors locked and the girl isolated. Anything else I can do for you before I leave you to it?
- Peter: Um, how come we can't use our real names?
- Frank: So if any of you fucks get caught, you can't rat out the others.
- Dean: Yeah, dumbass.
- Peter: You asked the same question in the van.
- Lambert: You want names? Fine. Frank. Dean. Sammy. Peter.
- Peter: Peter...
- Lambert: Joey and...
- Rickles: Damn. The man got his finger on the pulse of pop culture.
- Lambert: And you're Don fucking Rickles. You happy?
- Rickles: Not really.
- Dean: Who the fuck is Don Rickles, man?
- Lambert: There's clean bedding and lit fires in the rooms. Kitchen's fully stocked, so is the bar. See you in 24 hours, my lovely pack of rats.
- [He leaves]
- Peter: Rats? Why'd he... How come he called us rats?
- [looking for an alternate route out of the city]
- Sammy: Okay, there's cameras at this intersection. Take a left down the alley before the light. Did you hear me?
- Dean: Yep.
- Sammy: Not bad.
- Dean: I know, right? What's your name, anyway?
- Frank: Hey. No names. You know the fucking rules.
- Sammy: All clear from here to the destination.
- Frank: All right. Y'all might want to hold on to something. It's about to get real accelerated in this bitch.
- [Starts to drive real fast]
- Frank: Yeah, baby! We did that shit, y'all! Home free. Yee!
- [as Abigail is tied up and blindfolded]
- Abigail: What's happening?
- Joey: How are you feeling?
- Abigail: Where am I? Who are you?
- Joey: I can't tell you that.
- Abigail: I want to go home.
- Joey: Me, too. But we can't just yet. Hopefully very soon.
- Abigail: Can you take the blindfold off? It's really tight.
- [Joey puts on her mask and takes off her blindfold]
- Joey: Are the cuffs hurting you?
- Abigail: My arms are sore.
- Joey: Sit up.
- [Joey undoes the handcuffs]
- Abigail: Thanks.
- Joey: Better?
- Abigail: What's going on?
- Joey: We're keeping you here until your father gives us some money.
- Abigail: Do you know who my father is?
- Joey: No. And we don't want to know, so don't tell me. Can I... Are you hungry? I could bring you something to eat.
- Abigail: Are you gonna hurt me?
- Joey: No. If you behave and do as we say, and if your Dad gives us money, you'll be fine. In the meantime, I'm here to keep you safe and comfortable.
- Abigail: Can you promise me you're not gonna let anybody hurt me?
- Joey: I'll do you want better.
- [Holds out her pinkie]
- Joey: I pinkie-promise you that I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you.
- [They both pinkie-cross each other]
- Abigail: What's your name?
- Joey: Um.. Oh, you can call me Joey.
- Abigail: Do you have any kids?
- Joey: I have a little boy. About your age.
- Abigail: What's his name? Mine's Abigail.
- Joey: I can't tell you his name.
- Abigail: Can I make one up?
- Joey: I'd rather you didn't.
- Abigail: I'm just gonna call him Justin. What's Justin like?
- Joey: He's... just a... normal kid.
- Abigail: What does he like?
- Abigail: Just normal kid stuff.
- Abigail: I don't really know about kid stuff. My dad, well... he thought he wanted a child, but... then he just lost interest. You've made a mistake. He doesn't care about me.
- Joey: I'm gonna leave you alone now. I'll be back soon.
- Abigail: Really soon, okay?
- Joey: Okay
- Abigail: Joey?
- Joey: Yeah.
- Abigail: I'm sorry about what's gonna happen to you.
- Joey: I need to ask you something. Has anyone besides me and the man with the glasses been in here?
- Abigail: No.
- Joey: No one at all?
- Abigail: No.
- Joey: Hey. Can you pinkie-promise me that you're not keeping a secret? Abigail.
- Abigail: He's gonna hurt me.
- Joey: Who?
- Abigail: The man with the glasses. He told me I had to keep a secret or he'd hurt me.
- Joey: What did he say? It's okay. You can tell me. Abigail. Hey. I'm not gonna let him hurt you. But I need you to tell me what he said.
- Abigail: He said he works for my father. He said his name was... Valdez.
- [they come back after Abigail easily defeated them Frank is in pain from the pool cue in his leg]
- Frank: Ah, Jesus, Mary and motherfucking son of a bitch! Oh, fuck!
- [He groans in pain as he sits down and points his finger at Joey]
- Frank: Oh, if you fucking say, "I told you so."
- [He groans in pain]
- Frank: Oh, shit.
- [Joey's about to pull the cue out of his leg]
- Frank: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- [Joey pulls the cue out of his leg]
- Frank: Oh! Motherfucker!
- [Joey bandages his leg]
- Joey: Why didn't she kill you?
- Frank: She is fucking with us
- [Joey applies pressure to his leg wound]
- Frank: Oh, fuck!
- Joey: I'm guessing none of those weapons worked
- Frank: Well, the stake worked on my fucking leg, and she used the crucifix on Peter like a fucking pincushion, and the garlic did fuck all!
- Sammy: Shh. Shh.
- Joey: Well, I have one thing we know does work.
- [Pulls out syringe]
- Joey: When I jabbed her with this, she was out, out. If we can corner her, it's nighty night.
- Frank: The Sleeping Beauty act was bullshit.
- Joey: No, it wasn't. I checked her pulse, and her breathing was slow and steady. We split up. Whoever finds her first alerts me through the comms, and I come running with the syringe.
- Frank: That's great that you're the only one with a weapon that works.
- Joey: Listen, you sit here and bleed, or you trust me.
- Peter: Yeah. Sammy?
- Sammy: Okay.
- [Joey looks at Frank]
- Frank: Fuck.