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then why are you back here?
I wasn't being very good
to myself.
How long have you...
I started in jail.
- What were you arrested for?
- Possession.
But, I thought you said that--
Maybe you should talk
to the cop who arrested me.
I'm guessing you've never
been arrested before.
No. I mean, I've been in trouble
a few times, you know?
In and out of stuff.
My dad's a--
He's a real hard-ass.
He's probably got half the city
right now looking for me...
just so he can kick my ass
for disappearing on him.
Yeah. Probably.
We found a door. Come on.
Come on. We have to go.
It's the only one
without a lock...
but we can't get it open.
- How's it going?
- It's stuck on something.
Oh, shit.
Here, let me try. Move, move!
- Come on.
- Take it easy. Jeez!
Back up, all right?
If it's stuck, it's a trap.
Lady, this whole house
is a trap.
Obviously someone didn't want us
to get in this room.
- Now what?
- I'm gonna be right back, OK?
Whatever we do, we got
three minutes to get it done.
Hello, Xavier.
I want to play a game.
The game I want to play
is very similar...
to the one that you've
been playing as a drug dealer.
A game of offering hope
to the desperate...
for a price.
I think we can agree that
your situation is desperate...
so I offer you hope.
The price you pay...
is that you must crawl
into the same pit of squalor...
your force your customers into.
By entering this room,
a timer has been started.
When the timer expires...
the door in front of you
will be locked forever.
- Guys...guys.
- What?
...before the timer runs out.
Can you unlock it...
and retrieve the antidote inside?
I will give you just one hint
as to where that key is
It will be like finding
a needle in a haystack.
Let the game begin.
Somebody's going in there.
Somebody is fuckin'
going in there, man.
No! No! No!
- Oh, shit.
- What did you do?
What have you done?
No! No! No!
No! No! No!
My God.
Come on! We don't have time!
Oh, shit.
What the fuck's wrong with you?
What are you doing?
- You're out of your fuckin' mind.
- Hurry up.
Oh, shit!
Come on!
We don't have time.
Keep fuckin' looking.
- Come on! Come on!
- Fuck you!
Oh, God!
Someone's gotta help her.
What the fuck, guys?!
No. No. No. No.
No. God, no!
Come on.
No! No! No!
Fuckin' bitch!
All right. That's enough.
That's not nearly enough, man.
Stop this bullshit!
Did you hear that tape?
He knows about us.
Our names.
There is something
that we're not seeing.
You said you three
had been there.
Make it four.
For what?
Doesn't matter.
Anybody else want to own up?
What about you? You got juvie
written all over you.
No, never been.
All right. Let's talk this out.
No. No more talking.
The only thing you people
have in common...
is holding me back.
I'm gone.
Where is this goddamn tech team?
They'll be here any second.
I'm not listening to this anymore.
Another second is too fuckin' long.
Look, I know how
this guy works, OK?
He's playing a game.
Eric just needs to stay in it
a little bit longer.
Take a look at the clock.
You need to start thinking
outside the box...
or his son
is gonna end up in one.
His work.
You want to get to him,
that's how you do it.
He's relishing this.
It's an opportunity to be heard,
to be studied.
Threaten to destroy his work.
How will you get your conviction
without all this evidence, Eric?
I don't need this shit
to convict you.
So go ahead. Destroy it.
- I will.
- Destroy it all.
Just know it will not
save your son if you do.
You kill my son, I kill you.
Go ahead. Why wait?
We both know
the sort of person you are.
- Sir...
- Get out of here.
The sort of person who guns down
an unarmed suspect.
In fact, the sort of person
who plants evidence...
in order to obtain a conviction.
The sort of person
whose wife leaves him...
- and whose son hates him.
- Shut the fuck up!
He set up all the traces
to the satellite.
Let's go.

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