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(suspenseful music)
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(film reel rattling)
* He need a dime that's top of the line *
* He need a idime, top of the line *
* He need a, he need a *
* He need a dime that's top of the line *
* Idimes, they top of the line *
* He need a, he need a *
* He need a dime that's top of the line *
* Idimes they top of the line *
* Let's go *
* He need a dime that's top of the line *
* He need a idime top of the line *
* Kosha Daddy *
* I need a dime *
* Shorty top of the line *
* Cute face, slim waist *
* Now that ass is mine *
* I need a dime *
* Shorty top of the line *
* Cute face, slim waist *
* Now that ass is mine *
* Throw that ass if you tryna get this money *
* Chase a bag if you tryna get this money *
* Blow a stash if you tryna get this money *
* Holla back if you tryna make that ass go *
* Go, go, go, go *
* Throw that ass, throw that ass *
* You's a muhfuckin' pro, pro, pro, pro *
* Holla back, holla back, holla back *
* Uh *
* Shorty, she a winner gettin' bread, uh-huh *
* Type of girl leave a nigga on read, uh-huh *
* She got my picture hangin' over her bed *
* To be a little motivation *
* When she giving me head, uh-uh *
* Send her ass to Mars when I eat her *
* Baby foreign, so she prolly need a visa *
* Let's make a movie, baby *
* I'ma need a teaser *
* Get on ya knees, baby *
* I'm about to please ya *
* Don't run from me *
* Shake that monkey *
* Girl, you got brain *
* We can get this money *
* Fresh without a stain like a Playboy bunny *
* I keep it Kosha *
* Baby girl, you do the most *
* I need a dime *
* Shorty top of the line *
* Cute face, slim waist *
* Now that ass is mine *
* I need a dime *
* Shorty top of the line *
* Cute face, slim waist *
* Now that ass is mine *
* Throw that ass if you tryna get this money *
* Throw that bag if you tryna get this honey *
* Blow a stash if you tryna get this money *
* Spend that cash if you wanna see this ass go *
* Go, go, go, go *
* Throw that ass, throw that ass *
* You's a muhfuckin' pro, pro, pro, pro *
* Holla back, holla back, holla back *
* He say he need a dime *
* That's top of the line *
* Cute face, slim waist *
* With a big behind *
* He say he never really seen *
* When them bad bitches link up *
* That's when I go to Instagram *
* And put that link up *
* You wanna see me from the comfort of your own bed *
* You can watch me and my friends on the internet *
* I'ma dance, I'ma tease, make you really want me *
* You gon' wanna give me brain *
(contemplative)
(birds chirping)
(vehicle doors slam)
(footsteps shuffling)
(contemplative music continues)
(footsteps shuffling)
(birds chirping)
(car engine revving)
- No, I do not care that he is not...
No, I do not care about the lawsuit.
No. He was acquitted.
He's not even on that anymore.
Are you insane?
No. No.
Absolutely not.
(car door slams)
No. Absolutely not.
Okay, are you into...
No. Hello?
Hello.
(Alana smacks lips and sighs)
Whatever.
(footsteps clicking)
(door knocks)
(trippy music)
(door knocking)
(comical music)
(birds chirping)
- What?
- Well, don't you look like shit.
- Well, hello to you too.
Damn!
Come right on in.
(door slams)
(comical music continues)
- Reece!
I did not get you out of that jail cell
so you could sit around and mope all day.
- I mean, do you see the ankle monitor?
Did you expect me to be in Cabo or something?
- Okay, look, I understand that it's frustrating,
but I am doing my best to get you a little bit more freedom.
- I guess.
Whatever you say.
I mean, do you see what they're even saying about me?
Mr. R&B Killer.
Mr., you know, Brie Pusher.
What? Wait.
Do you know they refer to her as Mrs. Reece's Pieces?
(Alana laughing)
That's insulting.
Like, that is someone that I love, Alana.
- Dude, it makes absolutely no sense.
Literally, she was found in one piece. (laughs)
- Alana.
- [Alana] Reece, stay off the socials.
- Okay, whatever.
(Alana sighs)
- It's a joke to you?
- God.
Guess what?
Your PO, Langston,
he might actually be able to get you an newer probation,
which means bye-bye ankle monitor.
- Okay. That's cool.
- Yes. - I mean-
- Yes. - Appreciate that.
But- - Mm-hmm.
- For real, though, I mean,
you always do come through for me.
And just wanna say I appreciate you.
(Alana sighs)
- Don't be so dramatic, okay?
It's my job, you know?
And I'm pretty sure that you still have
a lot of fans, by the way.
- Do you mean the tolls that think I killed my ex?
I mean, I did have real,
real fans,
the ones that would go to my shows-
- Mm-hmm. - Ask for autographs-
- Mm-hmm. - Line up for my concerts-
- [Alana] Mm-hmm.
- And now that's just,
that's all gone.
(car engine droning) (mellow music)
(Alana sighs)
- [Alana] This is ugh.
- [Reece] Yeah, I'm not gonna clean this by myself.
You gotta help me out.
- This... (laughs)
You gonna clean this yourself.
Nasty stuff.
How old are you?
Oh, God.
I need to talk to the judge about some supervised visits.
I am not Molly the maid.
Mm-mm.
- I mean, you can, you can do that?
- I mean, they denied all of your allowances,
but I'm sure that I can, like,
file it under religious beliefs or something.
I don't know. I'll run it by Langston.
- What's going on with this whole Mr. Langston?
Hmm.
(door bell rings)
- Ooh, speaking of.
(door bell rings)
(footsteps clicking)
(door bell rings)
(calm music)
- Hello, you have a package from Delivery from Eva
for a Mr. Corey Brenham.
You can sign here.
- Are you expecting a package from an Eva?
- [Reece] Yeah. Go ahead and sign it.
(Alana scoffs)
(calm music continues)
- Thank you.
Reece?
- [Alana] Who?
- Girl, Reece.
- [Alana] Mm-mm.
- Seven-time Grammy nomination,
multi-time Billboard Performer of the Year.
- [Alana] Mm-mm. Mm-mm.
- Girl, voted Voice of the Decade?
Mr. R&B?
- Okay, look,
I don't know who you're talking about. (chuckles)
- Oh my God, I get it.
Corey Brenham.
That's the name of his choir teacher.
His choir teacher from high school.
- Who are you?
Better yet, who sent you?
- Girl, I'm his biggest fan.
- Okay, well make like a fan and blow away.
(suspenseful music)
- Alana Richards.
(Alana sighs)
Oh, my God. You're his lawyer.
I recognize you from TV, girl.
- Great.
So, lawsuit should be the first thing
that comes to your mind?
- Actually, social media does.
You guys wouldn't believe who I ran into
on my route- - Okay.
What is it going to take to get you
off of the property, fan girl?
Well-
* Get on ya knees *
* Baby, I'm about to please ya *
* Don't run from me *
* Shake that monkey *
* Girl, you got brain *
* We can get this money *
* Fresh without a stain like a Playboy bunny *
* I keep it Kosha *
* Baby girl, you do the most *
* I need a dime *
* Shorty top of the line *
* Cute face, slim waist *
* Now that ass is mine *
* I need a dime *
* Shorty top of the line *
* Cute face, slim waist *
* Now that ass is mine *
* Throw that ass if you tryna get this money *
* Throw that bag * (door knocks)
* If you tryna get this honey *
* Blow a stash if you tryna get this money *
* Spend that cash if you wanna see this ass go *
* Go, go, go, go *
* Throw that ass * (door knocking)
* Throw that ass *
* You's a muhfuckin' pro, pro, pro, pro *
- Hey, Eva.
Look, I'm so sorry to ruin the party,
but I just...
* Cute face, slim waist *
- Oh.
* He said he never really seen *
- It's just you.
Well, now I don't feel so bad
for not being invited. (chuckles)
- What do you want, Gail?
- I'm sorry, I just,
would you mind turning the music down
just a little bit?
I, midterms are just a bitch, bit much.
- Why did you just bitch up from saying the word bitch?
- I just,
historically it just has such a negative connotation
against women, you know?
So I just, I personally don't think anyone
should be using the word,
especially women like us,
unlike, um,
unlike what you just demonstrated.
Uh, but I'm, I'm sorry, Eva.
I'm, I'm trying to do better
about not just assuming other people's gender identity.
So do you, like, do you identify as a woman?
- No.
I identify as a bitch.
* Twerk sum, girl *
- I gotta admit, um,
I was a little curious
'cause I never hear anything
coming from your apartment, um,
even when I put my ear to the wall with a cup.
So I just, I was curious what you were listening to.
(upbeat music)
Whoa.
- What, Gail?
- I just, sorry.
How can you listen to this murdering piece of shit?
I mean, the fact that he's not behind bars
as we speak right now shows that, one,
if you're a celebrity,
you can get away with literally anything you want and, two,
society sees women as nothing, you know?
So, because he, he killed Brie Laura,
literally.
She was gonna pop icon, right?
She, she would've had so much further
to go in her career,
but instead she was murdered by a thug
who was clearly,
just clearly jealous of her star status.
I'm serious, Eva.
What do you have to say for yourself?
- Get the fuck out.
- What?
- Get, get the fuck out.
- Okay. All right.
- Get the fuck out. - I, I was literally
just asking you a question, but okay.
Whatever.
(door slams)
Crazy bitch.
* Baby, I'ma need a teaser *
* Get on ya knees, baby *
* I'm about to please ya *
* Don't run from me *
* Shake that monkey *
* Girl, you got brain *
* We can get this money *
* Fresh without a stain like a Playboy bunny *
* I keep it Kosha *
* Baby girl, you do the most *
* I need a dime *
* Shorty top of the line *
* Cute face, slim waist *
* Now that ass is mine *
* I need a dime *
* Shorty top of the line *
* Cute face, slim waist *
* Now that ass is mine *
* Throw that ass if you tryna get this money *
* Throw that bag if you tryna get this honey *
* Blow a stash if you tryna get this money *
* Spend that cash if you wanna see this ass go *
(sensual music)
(Alana and Langston moaning)
- Oh, shit.
Baby.
Oh, shit.
(Langston and Alana moaning)
(Alana laughing)
oh, fuck.
(both moaning)
(Alana laughing)
(both moaning)
Ah, fuck!
- [Alana] Shit. (laughs)
- Goddamn, girl.
You get me with that move every fucking time.
Shit.
(horn honks)
- Oh, fuck. - Oh, shit.
You good, baby. You good.
(Alana laughs)
Damn.
- Fuck. (panting)
Oh, fuck.
Okay.
- Whoo!
- Uh, I think we should tell Reece. (panting)
- Tell him we're having an affair?
- No, that we're thinking of getting him with your mama.
- Oh, no. No, no, no, no.
I don't know, Alana, about that.
That is a conflict of interest.
You know that Alana.
- All, right. - Oh, and there's my wife.
(Alana laughing)
What? You so silly.
Why you laughing, girl?
What's so funny?
You literally couldn't pick your wife
out of a lineup just 10 minutes ago.
- But we had talked about this plenty of times before.
And I told you, I'm only here for one job.
- Mm-hmm. - And that's to rehabilitate
Reece back into society.
You know that? - Exactly. Yes, yes.
Calm down.
Pipe down, please.
All I'm saying is,
is that quickies could be in a lot more comfortable setting.
All them damn bedrooms in that house
and you have me out here
backseat hunching like we're a bunch of teenagers.
- So what you saying?
My celebrity 10-wheelers aren't good enough for you, babe?
- Absolutely not.
(Langston mumbles)
Yeah.
- Okay.
It's good enough for that nut, though.
(Alana laughs)
(mellow music)
* In the morning, when you wake up *
* In the afternoon, stay up *
* In the evening, when you're sleeping *
* You're some type of flower *
* Flower, flower *
* Some type of flower *
* Type of flower *
* Uh-huh *
* And if you're hoping, if you're dreaming *
* If you wishing you was shooting with the stars *
* Big dipping *
* You got that power *
* Power, power, power *
* You got that power, oh *
* You're romancing with the rebels *
* Your friend's on another level *
* Guess that's your problem *
* Yeah *
* You're still dancing with the devils *
* And nobody wants to help you *
* Guess that's your problem *
* It's not my problem, no *
* But, uh *
* No sweat, my pet *
* Private jets and yes, you're timeless *
- Delivery from Eva
- Deliveries? (chuckles)
I didn't make any orders.
- I, I know.
I, I just wanted to thank you for the autograph.
I, I really appreciate it.
- Hold up.
(gentle music)
You are that delivery girl, huh?
- Or Eva,
or your biggest fan.
- Biggest fan.
All right, so since you're my biggest fan,
I have an idea.
Can you help me with something?
- Uh-huh.
- [Reece] All right...Follow me real quick.
- Okay.
* Problem, no *
* But, uh *
* No sweat, my pet *
* Private jets and, yes, you're timeless *
* It's no problem *
* And, uh *
* Your neck, your back, your hair *
* Ecstasy, baby, we can go there *
* It's no problem *
* It go boom *
* Dale boom boom *
* Baby, go boom *
* Dale boom boom *
* Girl, it's no problem *
- [Reece] I gonna brag for a second, if you don't mind.
This is one of the trophies I won
at the MTV Awards in 2020.
This one right here is from the BET Awards in 2019.
Of course you see that globe right there,
that's a metaphor for me trying to take over the world,
if you know what I mean.
- [Eva] Like "Pinky and the Brain"?
- [Reece] Like "Pinky and the Brain."
- [Eva] Okay.
- And this is Picasso's,
one of Picasso's paintings
that I bought at one of the auctions out there in Europe.
Only four of these exist,
and I got one of them.
- [Eva] You got a Picasso.
- Picasso, capital P.
- [Eva] Yeah.
- And right here we have,
it's the last part of my trophies.
Right here is,
this one's from 2019 as well from the other MTV Awards.
- Uh-huh. - So I've been to two.
- [Eva] Uh-huh.
- And this is another picture of me being the,
I think that's from the Texas rodeo.
I'm not sure.
- [Eva] Okay.
- But yeah, I mean, it's pretty much my world.
What do you, uh, think about, about the-
- [Eva] I think you have a nice house.
(gentle music)
(glass shatters)
- Whoa.
Shit.
(gentle music)
Eva, Eva, Eva.
I'm sorry, but I can't.
- It's okay, handsome.
I, I want this.
- Mm-mm.
No, it's just,
it's because I know you're a fan.
I'm just,
just not trying to take advantage of you like that.
- Is it me?
- Mm-mm. Not at all.
It's my lawyer.
She's, um, she will kill me if we find out.
She will kill us if she found out about this.
- Who? Alana?
- Yes, Alana.
She is a control freak,
and she sees everything as a potential lawsuit.
And I'm just not trying to give her any more issues.
I'm already trying to fight for my life
for everything that's going on.
(pensive music)
And it seems that you already have some of that
that you're used to already.
- Yeah, I know all about living a life
you don't want to live
and doing things you don't wanna to do,
see things you don't want to see.
(pensive music continues)
- Did you have to kill people in the army?
- Well, over in Candora,
my job was to interrogate people by any means.
So death over there was just a casualty of war,
no more than collateral.
(somber music)
I still have nightmares about that.
Mm.
(alarm ringing) (guns firing)
- Hey. Hey.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Just relax. Breathe.
Just breathe.
- [Eva] Mm.
- Look, these nightmares are gonna pass,
I promise you.
But in the meantime,
you just gotta just relax.
I mean, at least that's what I tell myself.
- You know, we're so much alike,
both responsible for deaths that aren't our fault, you know?
You know, I wish I could just start new memories,
start a new life.
(phone trills)
- Uh.
Oh, shit.
Wait.
Eva, look, I'm sorry, but we gotta go.
- Why?
We were just starting
to have fun. - We gotta go. We gotta go.
We gotta go. Come on.
- [Eva] But why?
Why?
- Look, my lawyer right now is with a cop outside
that's trying to send me away.
You're not supposed to be here.
If he finds out that you are here, I am done, okay?
- I'll protect you.
- What the...
Are you crazy?
- Don't call me that.
(suspenseful music)
- Hold on, hold on. Stay behind me.
(gun clacks)
(suspenseful music)
- Can you swim?
- Yeah.
- How long could you hold your breath for?
- For like a minute. Why?
- All right, bet.
(door clicks)
Fuck, man!
You again with this bullshit!
- [Alana] Stop. Do not shoot him.
Let's-
(Reece sighs)
- [Reece] Why the fuck is he in the house again?
(suspenseful music)
- What the hell are you doing out there?
- This is my fucking house.
What are you doing here?
- Yo, why are you always fucking with me, McNeil?
- You know exactly why.
Now, I promised Brie family
I was gonna bring back justice.
You running around outside like it's all fucking good,
living your best life.
- What is so easy about my fucking life?
I have a ankle monitor on!
I can't go nowhere!
- I can't tell, 'cause you's all the running around,
dipping in the pool.
It look easy to me!
- Fuck!
(tense music)
- [McNeil] Try it, little man.
Gimme a reason to put your ass in the dirt.
(Alana claps)
- Are you...
You need to leave, okay?
Before I sue your department
for harassment and intimidation.
(tense music)
- Yeah, okay. - Okay.
- Alana.
(suspenseful music)
- Stay the fuck outta my house, bro!
- [McNeil] Fuck you.
- Damn!
(door slams)
Look, I already know she snuck out the back gate,
so we're good. - Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
How dare you shit on my hard work
of getting you light supervision
so that you can seek in a groupie?
- There's a difference between groupie and psycho.
- Mm-hmm. - And this girl was, like,
military-grade psycho, like, literally,
you could see it.
- Military?
(Alana laughs)
Reece, are you telling me that you had sex
with the delivery girl?
- Mm-mm.
It wasn't sex.
- Are you...
(suspenseful music)
- It wasn't like that.
We, she, she came in the house,
- Mm-hmm. - We were chilling-
- [Alana] Mm-hmm.
- [Reece] And then, out nowhere, she pulled out a knife.
She's fucking cra-
Like, you could see the craziness
in her eyes. - Oh! Oh!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh my God. Oh my...
Duh, Reece!
Dude, when are you going to learn?
(Reece sighs)
- But that's why I pay you
to do all the taking care of everything,
cleaning everything up- - Mm.
- Right? - Mm-hmm.
- [Reece] So we're good.
You got this.
(suspenseful music)
- Save it.
I have my own delivery for Eva.
(ominous music)
(Eva screams)
(ominous music continues)
(alarm ringing)
(guns firing) (alarm ringing)
(explosion booms)
(Eva heavily breathing)
(ominous music continues)
(Eva whimpering)
(Eva heavily breathing) (ominous music continues)
(Eva whimpers)
(ominous music fades)
(balls clatter)
- So you aren't going to the office today?
- I'm working from home today.
(balls clatter)
- And is there's something wrong with your home?
- I'm checking on my client and I'm working remotely.
Killing two birds with one stone.
- All right. So I know what you're tryna do.
I do not need a watchdog.
This ankle monitor is clearly more than enough-
- Clearly it's not.
- Okay. I get it.
I know that was stupid, what I did,
but it was a one time thing.
I'm not gonna do it anymore. (doorbell rings)
- Reece, you're not even the one
that I'm actually worried about.
(suspenseful music)
(doorbells rings)
Eva, I know that you got my email.
What part of you do not belong here
do you not understand?
- I wanna talk to Reece.
- Absolutely not.
- Please.
I need somebody to talk to.
- Consult a therapist,
go to church,
anything but be here.
(suspenseful music continues)
- Reece!
Reece!
Reece! Reece!
- Look, I'm only gonna tell you this once.
If I see you here again,
I'ma have you arrested for trespassing.
You understand me?
(suspenseful music continues)
(door slams)
(tense music)
(door bangs)
(tense music continues)
(door creaks)
- Hey.
(door shuts)
Your door was cracked open.
- [Eva] So that meant invite yourself in?
- Yeah, I was concerned.
Are you okay?
Ugh.
Is this what I think it is?
I should go take this out to the dumpster where it belongs.
Ugh.
(ominous music)
I was just kidding, Eva.
(ominous music continues)
Eva, what are you doing?
(knife slashing) (Gail groans)
What the...
(Gail gasping and coughing)
Eva.
Eva, I'm sorry, okay?
I didn't mean, (coughing)
I didn't mean to, okay?
I'm sorry.
(Gail coughing) (ominous music)
(tense music)
(door clicks)
(tense music continues)
(footstep thuds)
(door creaks and clicks)
(tense music continues)
(footsteps thudding)
(objects clattering)
- Shit!
What the fuck?
Shit.
Hey, hey, hey.
Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me.
I need you to stay with me, okay?
I'ma get EMTs.
I'ma get help here quickly.
(Gail whimpering)
Hey, hey, look at me, look at me.
I'ma need you to hold pressure there
while I call somebody, okay?
Look at me.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
This is Officer Langston.
I have a female, 20,
that needs immediate medical attention.
I'm at 619 Spring Park.
Get help right away.
Ma'am, look at me. Look at me.
I got somebody on the way, okay?
I need you to breathe.
Breathe. Stay with me.
Stay with me.
(Gail gasping)
Stay with me, stay...
Breathe. (deeply exhales)
Shit.
(Gail gasping)
Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe.
Hold pressure. Hold it.
Hold it tight, hold it tight.
Look at me. Breathe.
(Langston deeply breathing)
(fire crackling)
(Reece sighs)
(Alana sighs)
- [Alana] So you know how much I hate to say
I told you so, right?
- Since when?
- You got a point.
We have good news and we have bad news.
- What's up?
- Eva's neighbor, she's stable.
But McNeil is already on the case,
and he's wondering why your probation officer is involved.
- [Reece] Oh, shit.
- [Alana] Mm-hmm.
(Reece sighs)
- Damn, so that means now he's gonna try
to plant this shit on me. - Yeah.
Exactly. - Fuck!
- [Alana] It wouldn't be McNeil if he didn't.
- Okay. So, what now?
- I'm gonna go to court
and I'm gonna ask the judge
to place you under emergency protection.
- Protection against Eva or McNeil?
- Both.
- [Reece] Of course.
(footsteps clicking)
(suspenseful music)
(Reece sighs)
(suspenseful music continues)
(vehicle egine revving)
(keys jangling)
- Oh.
Oh. (coughs)
(car engine starts and revs)
Oh.
Okay.
(Alana gasping)
What the fuck?
(tense music)
(Alana choking)
(Alana coughing and gasping)
(tense music continues)
(Alana choking)
(Alana gasping)
(tense music continues)
(gloomy music)
(bell tolling) (helicopter droning)
- Really, I don't care what it takes.
I need you to get me that information
as soon as possible, all right?
Yeah, yeah.
Put, yeah, put a search out on that.
And I need you to gimme the information as soon as possible.
I need to know, immediately, right now.
Okay. (sighs)
(door clicks)
(both sigh)
- This motherfucker again, bro.
- Alana Richards was found dead
in her vehicle early this morning.
Looks like an apparent homicide.
So the problem with that
is not only do I got an attempted
murder case on my hands,
but I got a murder case as well.
- [Reece] What the fuck?
- And outta all this craziness,
you know what the number one common denominator is?
It's you.
- [Reece] Man, what the fuck?
- Hey. Yo, chill.
Wait, wait. Chill. - Nah, man, it's the-
- Hey, Langston,
control your convict! - Hey, man.
Calm down. - Or trust me
- Calm down. It's all right. - Trust me.
I will!
- Hey, look, we gotta deal with this sensibly, all right?
And you know well you can't blame his on him, McNeil.
You know that. - Oh, really?
Really? - Yeah.
- So then tell me this.
Why in the hell was Eva Murphy
over here in the first place,
on the inside of this house?
'Cause I know she was delivering packages.
So, come on, Reece, tell me.
You went from ordering packages to ordering murders?
- [Reece] Man, this fucking dude.
- Man, are you listening to yourself?
You know, this is exactly why those accusations
that you made in his trial didn't stick.
- No, the accusations didn't stick
because he got good representation.
Oh, correction.
Had good representation.
- [Reece] Man, what the fuck?
- [Langston] Nah, man.
He ain't worth it, bro.
- Fuck this shit, bro.
- [Reece] Nigga, why don't you do your job
and find Eva Murphy, huh?
How about you do that?
Can you do that? - I'ma do my job,
and I'ma definitely find her.
And when I do,
both of y'all better pray to God
she confess to acting alone.
Because if she tells me something different,
the only songs he gonna be making
is from a goddamn prison cell!
- Fuck you, McNeil.
Fuck yourself.
(phone ringing)
- [McNeil] I'ma pretend I didn't hear that.
- Langston.
What?
(Langston sighs)
All right, look, keep her there.
I'm on my way. All right?
Look, call a nearby unit,
have 'em keep eyes on the place, all right?
I gotta make a quick run. - Hey!
I think you forgetting about who outranks who here?
Langston! (sighs)
- [Reece] Get the...
You are always trying to bring your bullshit in my house!
Get the fuck out, man.
(pensive music)
(birds chirping)
(pensive music fades)
(birds chirping)
- Oh, you miss her, don't you?
(ominous music)
- Eva?
How the fuck did you get past security?
- Oh, Uncle Sam taught me well.
Have you eaten today?
I'm starving.
(ominous music)
- Okay. What do you want?
I got you.
You want some pancakes, some bacon?
I can make some eggs.
(ominous music continues)
Whatever you want.
(footsteps thudding)
- Oh, Reece.
(tense music)
(Reece groans)
- [Reece] Get the fuck off me.
(Reece groaning)
Something's fucking wrong with you, you crazy ass...
(Reece straining)
(zip tie zips)
(tense music)
(Reece groaning)
(Reece heavily breathing)
(zip tie zips)
- Okay.
So you don't like being surprised.
Noted.
- [Reece] Get the fuck off me, Eva!
(Eva straining)
(Reece indistinctly shouting)
- [Reece] Eva!
Eva!
(tense music)
(car door slams)
(footsteps shuffling)
- Nope. No, no.
No, no, no, no.
Gail. You staying right here, Gail.
I saved your life
and you go and you check yourself out
right after emergency surgery?
Why, Gail?
Why did you do that?
- Blame the doctor for telling me
that Eva murdered Reece's lawyer
in the courthouse parking lot.
I mean- - Oh, God.
- What if she finds out I'm alive?
What's gonna stop her from coming into the hospital
and murdering me?
- Gail, we purposely kept you out of the media
to protect you.
As far as she knows, you're dead,
you're not even alive.
- Oh.
Oh.
(dramatic music)
I'm not going back.
- Look, Gail, look,
I understand that you are a student
and you have no local relatives,
but I do not recommend you going back
to your apartments, all right?
I do not recommend it.
- [Gail] Don't you have the place under, like,
24/7 surveillance
because you're looking for Eva?
That's called free security.
- Gail, I...
(dramatic music)
You know what?
I hate to say it. You got a point.
You know, maybe I need to take Reece to your apartments.
(Gail chuckles)
- Sorry. There's no vacancies.
- Well, look, I want you to stay here, okay?
Do not move. (door slams)
- Yes, sir.
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
(chains rattling)
- [Reece] Eva, get me the fuck outta this!
- Babe,
do not tell me you're still trying to fight
to get away from me.
(Reece heavily breathing)
- Don't call me babe.
- But, babe, you're my everything.
You'll realize that eventually.
- Eva, why'd you kill Alana?
- I had to, sweetheart.
You know she would've never allowed us
to be together, right?
- And you think that you can just force me to be with you?
- Well, that's on you.
(Reece heavily breathing)
- I don't know what you,
what you're trying to make, what you're trying to do,
but you just need to quit it.
Just leave now
and I won't tell anybody that you were here.
(suspenseful music)
- Oh, you really do care about me.
- [Reece] Of course I care about you, Eva.
- [Eva] Aw.
(suspenseful music continues)
(Reece grunts)
Shh.
Relax.
(suspenseful music continues)
(Eva chuckles)
You know what's funny?
I don't feel a lot of care coming from down there.
- I don't do bondage.
- You know what? That's okay.
You probably just need a little bit of energy.
(chains rattling)
- You fucking crazy, man!
(suspenseful music) (wrapper rustling)
I don't want no sandwich, Eva!
(tense music)
(blow thuds) (chains rattling)
- See, why'd you have to make me hurt you, babe?
All you had to do was obey.
When I tell you it's chow time, I mean it!
You understand what I'm saying, Reece?
(tense music continues)
So we're gonna try this again.
Take a bite.
(tense music)
(bite crunches)
(Eva screaming)
(blows thudding) (tense music)
- [Reece] Fuck!
(Reece groans)
- You must think I'm that Brie Laura bitch, huh?
Well, I'm not.
I got something for you, though.
(Reece coughs)
I'm gonna give you a minute to clear your mind,
to think about everything.
(tense music)
(Reece coughs)
Come back,
there better not be a crumb
of this sandwich left.
(Reece heavily breathing)
(chain rattling)
- You're fucking crazy!
Psychotic bitch!
Eva, get me out of this shit!
(suspenseful music) (chain rattling)
(Reece heavily breathing)
Eva!
(suspenseful music)
(chain rattling)
(chair thuds)
(ominous music)
(birds chirping)
(ominous music continues)
(Reece straining)
(tense music) (Reece straining)
(Reece crying)
(Reece groans)
(tense music continues)
(gate creaks)
(birds chirping)
(insects chirping)
(car door slams)
(Eva sighs)
- Reece.
Wake up.
(Eva sighs)
I'm sorry I had to move you.
I had to make sure that we were alone.
(suspenseful music)
I thought you'd be happier
that your ankle monitor was gone now.
(Reece groaning)
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, Reece, calm down.
Calm down.
Baby, calm down.
Now, let's, (Reece groans)
let's talk about this like adults, okay?
Now, you know communication is key
for a healthy relationship.
Now, you gotta promise me.
When I take this off your mouth,
promise me you won't yell, okay?
Promise me you won't yell, okay?
(Reece groans)
You promised you wasn't going to yell.
- [Reece] Eva, what the fuck?
What did you do to my leg?
- I didn't want you to run away.
(pensive music)
- [Reece] But you already drugged me and tied me up.
- Well, that wasn't enough.
You see, everybody I've ever known
has ran away from me.
My mom died at birth,
then my dad abandoned me after that.
Then I went from foster home to foster home.
And I thought I found my tribe when I joined the army,
but when things got heavy with that, they,
they left me too.
(pensive music)
All I ever wanted was love,
but I just seem to scare people away.
But now you're stuck with me.
And soon enough, you'll be begging for my love as well,
unless you don't reciprocate my feelings.
(knife chinks)
But, you know, no woman likes to wait forever.
(ominous music)
(knife chinks)
(ominous music continues)
(Reece chokes)
(Reece coughing)
Is that enough?
(Reece coughing)
- Can I ask you something?
- [Eva] Mm.
Anything, honey.
- Where are we?
(Eva laughing)
(suspenseful music)
Ooh.
Ooh, Reece.
You, you are funny.
We're at home. (laughing)
(plates clinks)
(plate clinks)
(Eva sighs)
(chair scrapes)
(Eva sighs)
Aren't we so lucky that Alana went shopping recently?
I mean, I personally wouldn't pick these things
when I went to the store.
But you know Alana's gonna be Alana, so, I mean,
it is what it is.
Babe, don't let your food get cold.
Eat up.
(Eva sighs)
(knife chinks)
(Eva clears throat)
(knife tapping)
That's better.
Maybe we can watch some TV after this.
(Eva sighs)
(gentle music)
(Eva humming)
Reecey, wake up, baby.
Reecey.
Baby, wake up.
(kisses smacking)
- [Reece] I'm up. I'm up.
I'm up.
- Okay. Well, it's time to wake him up.
(suspenseful music)
Babe,
I'm starting to think you have erectile dysfunction.
- Well, I'm sorry.
I can't get hard for my abuser.
- Oh, that's all you had to say.
(suspenseful music)
Well, since I'm the only woman
that you're gonna be with,
if your penis doesn't work,
then that mean that you don't need it, right?
Huh.
(suspenseful music)
Yeah.
Yeah, that's more like it.
That's more like it.
(Eva laughing)
(Langston whispering)
- [Langston] Come on.
- [Gail] Seriously?
- [Langston] Please come downstairs.
Gail, Gail, please- - Absolutely not.
- [Langston] You're my only hope, Gail.
I need you to do this for me.
Please just do this-
- I couldn't give less of a shit, okay?
Your flunky cops are not here-
- I know. - Like you said they would be.
And, I'm sorry, um, let, let me get this straight,
you are asking me to actively bait-
- Yeah. - The woman
who just tried to murder me?
- Yes. - Are you forgetting
that I left the hospital out of fear?
- No, Gail. No.
I didn't forget that.
Matter of fact,
that's actually what gave me the idea
to do this in the first place.
(dramatic music)
Okay, look, look.
Gail, if you do this for me,
I promise you I will be your personal bodyguard
until we see this thing through.
I promise you, Gail.
Just come on, do this for me.
I need you to do this for me, please.
- Fine.
- [Langston] Oh, thank you.
- How do you know this is even gonna work, though?
- [Langston] Oh, it'll work.
- I mean, 'cause what if we choose the wrong station?
- Now, look, Reece being kidnapped by a crazy,
ex-military psycho,
that's national news.
So trust me, no matter who you tell the story to,
she will receive the message.
- Take your word for it.
- [Langston] Yes, take my word for that.
(suspenseful music)
(Reece sighs)
(knife scrapes)
(Eva chomping)
- I see you're watching your favorite TV show.
You are conceited. (chuckles)
(knife scrapes)
(Eva chomping)
What's wrong, babe?
- [Reece] This, this damn leg is still killing me.
You don't got any more painkillers?
- Reece, I told you I'm trying to ration those out,
at least until we get to Mexico.
- Mexico?
What the are you talking about?
- We can't stay here, silly.
When things die down,
I have a comrade in Mexico
who is to get us some new identities
and a place to stay.
But that's not the best part.
Guess what?
- [Reece] What?
(Eva chuckles)
- [Eva] We are getting married.
(knife scrapes)
(Eva chuckling)
- Do you, I don't think you understand that I'm famous.
So wherever we go, they're gonna be able to identify me.
And you as well.
Don't you see what's going on?
- Reece, baby, relax.
We're gonna get plastic surgery.
That way, we'll be unrecognizable
and we'll be able to live a happy life.
- So I guess it's just,
just no other option then.
- So handsome, so smart.
How did I get so lucky?
Plus, having a new face isn't a bad thing for you anyway.
- [Reece] What?
What are you talking about?
- Babe, they hate you in Mexico.
You know, your ex was half Mexican
and you murdered her.
(Reece sighs)
- [Reece] Okay, so you just gonna go to Mexico
and they're gonna just fix my foot?
- Reece, why do you have to be an asshole?
I'm trying my best to make sure
that we have a happy and safe future
and you're still sitting here being rude.
What the fuck is your problem?
- Can you please just gimme
some more pain meds, please.
- You know what?
You're lucky that I love you.
(footsteps shuffling)
(dramatic music)
- About to see how lucky I am right now.
Oh, shit.
(Reece groaning)
- [Eva] What the fuck?
- Welcome back to our continuing coverage
of the brutal attack in an apartment complex
on the north side of Houston.
I'm Sharon Ford reporting live here at the hospital
where stabbing victim Gail Vincent
called into the station
to tell viewers about her night of terror.
Gail, tell us how you feel.
- [Gail] Yeah, no, I,
I'm definitely very grateful to still be alive.
Um, but, uh,
after learning more about Eva Murphy, I, I gotta admit,
I'm not really surprised that I'm still breathing,
'cause, I mean, honestly, she's a failure.
And as much as it-
(dramatic music)
- I thought I killed this bitch!
(dramatic music continues)
(pill bottle clatters)
The fuck?
How is this bitch still alive?
What the fuck?
Oh, my...
Fuck!
Who the fuck do this bitch think she is?
You know what?
I should have cut her head off
and pissed in her fucking throat!
- Just- - You know what?
That's exactly what the fuck I'm gonna do!
- [Gail] She's a failure, you know?
Like, a complete and utter failure!
- [Eva] A failure?
Me? a failure? - She's a complete failure.
And everyone needs to see- - The fuck?
- [Gail] That she's a failure,
a total failure.
(TV beeping) (tense music)
- Hmm.
(Eva sighs)
Babe, you don't think that I'm a failure, do you?
- [Reece] Of course not.
(gentle music)
- Reece,
your opinion means the world to me,
so don't lie to me.
Don't protect my feelings.
You don't think that I'm a failure, do you?
- Eva, look at me.
(Reece sighs)
You're far from a failure.
It's just like you said before.
We're both just misunderstood, okay?
(gentle music)
- You really do understand me.
So I shouldn't go back to my bitch of a neighbor's apartment
and kill her ass
because I up and didn't do it the first time, right?
Because if you were to say
that I should go back and do it,
then you'd be contradicting yourself.
And that would be dumb of me
to leave you here all by yourself and defenseless
just to go get vengeance on her, right?
- Right.
(Eva sighs)
- I love you so much.
You keep me sane, you know that?
Hmm.
(gentle music)
(door clicks)
- Eva Murphy, if you here,
you better make yourself known!
Stay close to me.
Be careful.
(gun clacks) (door creaks)
(tense music)
(door creaks and shuts)
(tense music continues)
(gun clacks)
All right. We're clear.
(Langston whispering)
(pages rustling)
You all right?
- Yeah.
- All right. - Just thinking of the fact
that this could have been where I took my last breath, so,
so...
- [Langston] Yeah, it's tough to think about.
- Have you found anything?
- No.
Nothing that's gonna lead me her just yet, no.
But there's gotta be something here.
There's gotta be something in here.
- Can I help you look?
- [Langston] No, Gail, you cannot help me look.
- All right. I see.
So I can be bait,
but I can't be an active part of this investigation?
- Wow.
You must be an A student, huh?
- I am. Thank you for noticing.
However, apparently I'm still too intellectually inept
to be an active part of this investigation?
- Oh, my God.
Look, I agreed to be your personal protection, all right?
And that's still not enough for you?
- No. - Goddamn it.
Why does your whole generation feel so damn entitled, huh?
Explain that to me.
- I don't know.
But while you ponder that,
I'm gonna go check out her medicine cabinet
'cause I have a feeling homegirl
is on the bad meds. - Nope, Gail.
Gail!
Goddamn.
It's fucking hot here, man.
(phone ringing) (suspenseful music)
Oh, this motherf- - Langston,
what the hell you doing?
- Police work.
But I'm sure you wouldn't know
nothing about that now, would you?
- You know what?
I'm really tired of you being a little arrogant asshole.
- Well, how do you think I feel about you?
(McNeil scoffs)
- You know what?
I should have went with my first mind
and never let you roll with me in the first place.
You think you're an investigator?
Well, newsflash, you not.
You think you could do my job better than me?
You can't.
All you is and all you ever gonna be
is a goddamn babysitter with a badge!
- My God.
I knew I should have brought a gas mask
for all this toxic masculinity.
Jesus Christ.
Cishet males are just vile and disgusting.
- What the hell is she doing there?
You trying blow this whole case?
- Well, what can I say?
Your lack of results even inspires regular citizens
to pick up your slack.
Imagine that.
(suspenseful music)
- You know what?
I'm sick of your arrogant bullshit.
We gonna see how tough your is
when you ain't got that badge,
'cause I'm going straight to the chief with this one.
- Well, yeah, you go snitch to the chief, all right.
You snitch to him while I finish up your work.
Stupid motherfucker.
- Fuck unbelievable.
He gonna blow this whole goddamn case.
(suspenseful music)
- Let's go, Gail.
- Oh, so now you want my help?
- [Langston] No, Gail, let's go.
- [Gail] Of course you do.
This is classic.
This is absolutely classic. - Let's go.
(door creaks and shuts)
(ominous music)
- In just a few moments,
everything's gonna be all better.
(kiss smacks)
I promise.
- Crazy bitch.
(footsteps thudding)
- Reece, it's our anniversary.
(suspenseful music)
- And it's not our anniversary.
- I can't believe you say that to me on our anniversary,
especially after everything that I've done.
(suspenseful music continues)
- It's not our anniversary.
It's not our fucking anniversary!
(tense music)
Do you know why?
Because we are not a couple.
We are not friends.
We are nothing!
(tense music)
Nothing!
I'm just a prisoner and you are nothing more
but a warden to me.
(suspenseful music)
- Do you know how lucky you are
to have somebody like me love you?
- I feel pity for you.
(Reece spits)
(suspenseful music continues)
You are the most delusional person
I've ever met in my life.
Do you honestly think someone like me
would ever be with you?
I don't care if you think you're one of my biggest fans.
I don't care if you can recite any of my songs.
Do you know the type of women that I mess with?
I mess with bad bitches,
not crazy motherfucker like you!
Yes, you are fucking crazy.
You are clinically insane.
No one of my caliber
would ever give you a chance.
(Reece snickers)
And you think because we go to Mexico,
my feelings are just supposed to magically change?
(suspenseful music)
You can keep me locked up,
you can keep me drugged up,
nothing will change.
I would never,
never love you.
You are a pathetic piece of shit
and should have died in the Middle East.
No one would even fucking miss you if you fucking died.
(suspenseful music)
(object rustling)
(ominous music)
(Eva laughs)
- Wow.
That was sexy as fuck.
(Eva laughing)
Baby, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm, I'm gonna make it up, okay?
I, I got a surprise for you.
One second, baby.
I got a surprise.
Just one second. Wait.
(Reece heavily breathing)
- Got something for this f-
fucking crazy motherfucker.
(tense music)
(Reece heavily breathing)
(suspenseful music)
- See, Reecey?
I remember this tour, Reecey.
I drove seven hours from base
and waited six hours in line just to see you.
See?
(tense music)
(knife thumps) (Reece grunts)
(Eva groans)
(knife slashes) (Reece grunts)
(Eva groans)
(tense music)
(Reece groans)
(ominous music)
(Eva groaning)
(Reece groans)
(Eva groaning)
(knife thumps) (Reece crying)
(ominous music continues)
(Eva groaning)
(Eva crying)
- [Reece] Eva. Eva.
(tense music)
(knife thumping) (Reece groaning)
- [Langston] Drop it!
Drop!
Let him go.
- Get out!
- Let him go right now!
- Get out.
You weren't invited into our home.
Get out!
- Shoot this, motherfucker, Langston.
Shoot her.
- Drop the knife!
(tense music)
- Ow.
- Just shoot her.
She's my biggest fan.
She's not gonna kill here, bro.
- You're right.
And I'll always be your biggest fan,
even in eternal life.
- No!
(knife thumps) (tense music)
This is for Alana,
you crazy fucking bitch!
(gun fires)
(Langston thuds) (gun clacks)
(Eva panting)
(knife clacks)
- I mean, sure, you left me for dead,
but that viciousness is just a byproduct
of the manipulation,
of the fabrication of caring that killed Brie Laura,
(ominous music)
like this cop tried to manipulate me
to take down a fellow woman.
They think that we're just pawns that they can use
and discard whenever they please.
But look at 'em now.
(tense music continues)
(Eva groaning)
(knife thumps) (Gail groans)
(Gail thuds)
(knife thumping)
- Why did you you (muttering)
I didn't wanna kill him! (knife thumping)
(Eva whimpering)
(suspenseful music)
(Eva thuds)
(gloomy music)
(tense music)
(McNeil sighs)
(Reece coughing)
- Yeah, this detective McNeil.
Listen, send the ambulance right now the 1224 Lane Way.
Send Homicide too.
It's a blood bath here.
But Reece is still alive, but barely.
So send somebody quick.
All right.
(suspenseful music)
Stay with me. Stay with me.
Help is on the way.
Shit.
Stay with me.
(siren wailing)
- Horrific breaking news coming out of Houston, Texas
as controversial music star Reece Reezy
is in critical condition following a vicious attack.
The superstar is suffering life-threatening injuries
at the hands of a deranged fan that...
Just coming in.
I'm hearing the bodies of two other individuals
were found inside the home
in a gruesome scene.
The victims have not yet been identified.
Investigators tell us Reece was allegedly kidnapped
while on house arrest for involuntary manslaughter
following the death of his pop star girlfriend Brie Laura.
This is truly a multi-layered tragedy.
And our prayers go out to all involved.
Now, for the first time in years over our airwaves,
here's one of Reece's biggest hits.
Sharon Ford-
(suspenseful music)
(phone vibrating)
- Sis, I need help.
I fucked up.
(ominous music)
(car engine starts and revs)
(tires screech)
(car engine revving)
* In the morning, when you wake up *
* In the afternoon, stay up *
* In the evening, when you're sleeping *
* You're some type of flower *
* Flower, flower *
* Some type of flower *
* Flower *
* Uh-huh *
* And if you're hoping, if you're dreaming *
* If you're wishing you was shooting with the stars *
* Big dipping *
* You got that power *
* Power, power, power *
* You got that power, oh *
* You're romancing with the rebels *
* Your friend's on another level *
* Guess that's your problem *
* Yeah *
* You're still dancing with the devils *
* And nobody wants to help you *
* Guess that's your problem *
* It's not my problem, no *
* But, uh *
* No sweat, my pet *
* Private jets and, yes, you're timeless *
* It's no problem *
* And, uh *
* Your neck, your back, your hair *
* Ecstasy, baby, we can go there *
* It's no problem *
* It go boom *
* Dale boom boom *
* Baby, go boom *
* Dale boom boom *
* Girl it's no problem *
* It's no problem, no problem, no problems *
* Uh *
* I ain't cuffing, baby, if it's a charade *
* If I don't trust, you getting cut *
* And that's a fade *
* I ain't trippin' bout how much money you made *
* Just as long as we writing the same page *
* Working hard, baby girl, you need a raise *
* Never sweating what your haters gon' say *
* Got bills, we just tryna get paid *
* And get laid in the moonlight shade *
* I been shooting for the stars in a minefield *
* I just want you hold me down til the smoke clears *
* I ain't trippin' bout the feelings that you don't feel *
* This love is real, oh *
* You want a king in the streets, a freak in the sheets *
* We sippin' cocktails *
* Baby, that's on me *
* I know love smells when you cut the cheese *
* We go through hell to the third degree *
* But, uh *
* No sweat, my pet *
* Private jets and, yes, you're timeless *
* It's no problem *
* And, uh *
* Your neck, your back, your hair *
* Ecstasy, baby, we can go there *
* It's no problem *
* But, uh *
* No sweat, my pet *
* Private jets and, yes, you're timeless *
* It's no problem *
* And, uh *
* Your neck, your back, your hair *
* Ecstasy *