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[indistinct voices murmuring]
[eerie sting]
[suspenseful music]
[man] They pretend like they don't know what I have.
They pretend to acknowledge that I'm a hero.
Shocker.
My name is Clyde Winters.
Sergeant first class.
Before I was discharged.
I served after the events of 9/11.
-[explosion] -[glass shatters]
[crashing and rumbling]
After months of enduring those pieces of shit
on both sides,
they turned us around and sent us back home.
[music continues]
Unkept,
yet still standing.
A miracle, really.
Now I'm home.
Or whatever this is.
But the clock ticks in my mind.
Each second, getting closer to that...
boom.
My father was a big believer in serving for God and country.
If not for those two things,
he didn't leave room for anything else.
[indistinct voices murmuring]
That after he passed, he'd become a soldier of God.
He never stopped to think if God even needed soldiers.
But he did leave this place to me.
[music continues]
But like this house...
the walls
and the ceilings...
[gunshots]
-[screaming] -[explosions]
...clouded,
cluttered.
My mind must be clear of it.
[vinyl crackling]
[classical orchestral music]
[music continues]
[telephone thuds]
[sweeping floor]
[music ends]
I served my country.
I'm proud of what I did.
I wouldn't take anything back.
[suspenseful music]
But there was always one place I'd stay away from.
But that...
was a long time ago.
[metallic squeaking]
[music ends]
[lighter clicks]
To my fallen comrades...
...to the lives left behind.
I can still hear them.
[soft dramatic music]
My father would say that same thing, every night.
[eerie whisperings]
Now I hear them too.
[indistinct voices murmuring]
I can still feel the heat on my face.
[eerie music]
[people screaming]
[music fades lightly]
[fire crackling]
I decided one day to go on a run.
Clear my head a little bit.
[dog whimpers]
Neighbors don't look at you the same anymore.
Not like they did when you were a kid.
It used to be all smiles.
Now I'm greeted a little differently.
Some a little too friendly,
some scared, some angry.
Like they're ready to pounce on you if you say the wrong thing...
...or the right thing.
When you make plans,
life can throw you a curveball.
I waited all day for an important package.
[rock music on radio]
-[music continues indistinctly] -[dog barks]
[rock music continues]
[music stops]
[bird calling]
[music continues indistinctly]
[suspenseful music]
[crickets chirping]
And of course,
I missed it by a hair.
[music continues]
I was on the lookout for any suspicious activity.
Even watching the delivery guy.
[low thud]
[delivery man] Oh!
[Clyde] Not taking my eye off,
even for a moment.
[tape ripping]
[low thud]
[objects rattling]
Of course it's the wrong package.
Why should I have expected anything less?
Why can't people do their fucking jobs right?
[dial tone]
[phone dialing]
[phone rings]
Thank you for contacting Postal Services.
How can I assist you today?
Yeah, hi.
I received an email, that...
my package was delivered today.
I need help locating it please.
Of course, I’ll do my best to assist you.
Can you provide me with your full name, please?
[Clyde] Clyde Winters.
[keyboard clacking]
[woman] You may need to contact the sender to report
-the issue with the delivery. -What do you mean?
It was indeed delivered earlier today.
No, no! You need to help me find it right now.
Please give me a moment to look up your information.
-[dial tone beep] -[on-hold music]
[huffs]
[dial tone beep]
You know, I'm always having a problem with your company.
You know that?
I apologize for any confusion, but...
we don't notify the sender once a package
has been delivered by one of our drivers.
-You may need to contact the sender, -Alright.
-to report the issue with-- -Forget it, forget it.
I-- I need to speak to your supervisor, please.
I-- I understand your frustration, sir,
and I'm sorry for any inconvenience it has caused.
However, our policy does require you
to contact the sender in such cases.
It's always an issue!
And again, I do apologize.
Can you--
Who's in charge of you?
Who's in charge of you? Huh?
I am the supervisor on duty at the moment, Mr. Winters.
Is there anything else I can assist you with?
It's useless.
The fucking bullshit
that I have to go through.
The delivery company didn't help.
The driver definitely can't help.
For all I know, he was the one that took it.
So I resorted to the next thing.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[knocking on door]
[officer] Are you the one that called us?
Yes, I am, thank you for coming, officers.
What's going on here?
What seems to be the problem?
Well, I had a package that was stolen
from my house yesterday.
Tried taking it up with the delivery company,
but they were no help.
They insisted that you guys,
might be able to do something.
How sure are you that it was taken?
I received an email that it was here,
the delivery company confirmed that it was on my porch,
two hours before I arrived.
I've been dealing with this for a while, it-- it’s been a mess.
Anyone else live with you?
No.
I’m here alone. It's just me.
Well, like I said, we'll do the best that we can, sir,
but... it's not much we can do once a package has been stolen.
We'll be on the lookout around the neighborhood and ask around,
but other than that,
we have our hands tied.
[officer] Yes, we apologize, sir, and...
...thank you for your service.
Have a great day.
[Clyde] Another dead end.
[suspenseful music]
Even the cops couldn't do anything.
So I have to.
I have to prepare for what's coming next.
I have to do a little recon.
[music fades]
Am I the only one going through this?
[fast-paced suspenseful music]
Is this directed at me?
I need to find out.
[music continues]
-[woman] See? -Excuse me.
Sorry to bother you, ma'am.
I just was wondering if you saw
anybody suspicious,
outside of my house yesterday?
Yesterday?
No.
I only ask because I had a package that I was waiting on.
And I'm not sure, but I think it was taken.
I was hoping that you...
saw someone, maybe.
No, I-- I'm so sorry.
Well, thank you, anyway.
It was nice meeting you.
Uh, listen, if you see anybody,
just let me know, please.
-Yeah? -Sure. Oh, oh, no--
we never see them.
What? What do you mean?
The package! We always lose them.
What, this happens often?
Yes!
Betty, next door...
she got robbed last month.
Pobrecita, she’s so old.
She slept through the whole thing.
And the cops,
they don't do anything about it?
[speaks Spanish]
I mean, I don't know.
You shouldn't have to live in fear in your own home.
Thank you, ma'am. You've been a great help.
Oh, you like tres leches?
Excuse me, ma'am?
It's-- it’s Martha Vasquez.
Tres Leches, it's a dessert.
Well, I'm not sure.
I've never had it.
Maybe you should try it.
Maybe you like it.
Maybe.
I can come sometime and bring you some.
That--
That sounds-- sounds good.
Mrs. Vasquez.
Miss Vasquez. [chuckles]
[Clyde] Ah, I see.
Well, uh, I'll be seeing you,
Miss--
-Miss Vasquez. -Yes, soon, Clyde.
-Bye. -Bye.
[gunshots]
[plane droning]
[continuous gunfire]
[helicopter whirring]
[dramatic music]
[man] Welcome, everyone.
We're gonna talk about some of the experiences
we've been through over the years.
Why don't we start off with you, Larry?
Oh, okay.
It's the same thought over and over again.
I-- I--
I just keep thinking about how I held the gun
-up to-- And just-- -[man 2] Jesus fucking Christ.
The same story again, and then what?
Anything new to add?
[man] This is an open group, let him talk.
Is it?
He already spoke his mind,
last time and the time before that.
It's the same shit over and over again.
He just has that same story.
[Larry] I want to, but that's all I can think about.
[man] You got something to say, Brad?
Yeah, I do.
Yeah, I got something to say.
You should get the fuck out of here.
It's the worst goddamn example for all of us.
Someone's stuck in the same goddamn moment
over and over again with no progress?
-Nothing? -[Clyde] This guy's clearly been here too long.
The fuck out.
And you what the f--
the fuck is your deal?
Huh? You just fucking sit there
and look at your fucking knees all day.
[Clyde] Don't start.
Place is a goddamn joke.
[Clyde] Maybe he's right.
This fucking place wasn't working out.
If anything, it was making them worse.
[music continues]
[electric buzzing]
[music continues]
[indistinct voices murmuring]
[high-pitched feedback]
[electric buzzing]
What the fuck was that?
[sudden eerie sting]
This is new.
[echoing] This...
thing inside.
It's evolving.
[electric buzzing]
-[knock on door] -[sudden eerie sting]
[doorknob rattles]
[indistinct muffled voices]
[music continues]
[indistinct muffled voices]
[gunfire]
[jet engine roaring]
[gunfire continues]
[helicopter whirring]
[indistinct shouting]
[gunfire and explosions]
It's finally here.
I can feel its weight.
No question, it's mine.
[suspenseful music]
Poor repacking, but I didn't care.
I can see it through an opening.
At last...
it was here.
I needed to feel it in my hands.
I needed to know it was real.
And then I felt it.
-Clarity. -[dialogue echoes]
[music continues]
[electric buzz]
[woman] Hey, where's Steve?
Oh, he’s out with the flu.
[electric buzz]
[engine rumbling]
[music continues]
[light rock music]
Woah!
Holy shit!
These are so damn nice.
We hit the big one.
Can we keep one?
Hey.
And besides, they're not gonna know if only one is missing.
Yeah, super sexy, baby.
Now give it here.
You want that big, beautiful house someday.
You can't keep cutting our shit short.
You gotta go out there and hustle.
Luckily, you have me to help you with that.
Fine.
[dramatic music]
Hey, don't look so sad.
It's just been a long time
that I've had something that nice.
I wanna be able to show it off for you.
I wanna be sexy, baby,
just for you.
You already are.
[music continues]
[phone buzzing]
No, don't get it.
I have to, Mel.
You know who it can be, okay?
Right now, we can't afford to miss out on any jobs.
Times are hard, okay?
Do what you gotta do.
-Yeah? -[man on phone] We got another one.
-Talk. -It's an easy pickup,
nobody’s home.
No shit.
You interested?
-Where? -Not too far from your last pickup.
-I’ll be there. -Drop off the jewels
and the package together.
The pay is double.
I'll call you when it's done.
[tires screech]
[music continues]
You think someone's home?
I don't know, baby doll.
There's only one way to find out.
[Mel] Yo, you're fucking crazy.
[music continues]
[Mel chuckles] You got it, babe!
I don't think anybody's inside.
I'm going around back, one second.
-Just give me a second. -Seriously?
Just one second.
Fuck!
[sighs]
[music continues]
[truck revving loudly]
-[gun loads] -What do you think you're doing with that?
That there belongs to me.
Turn around slow.
Put that back where you found it.
You like stealing other people's stuff?
Listen, man, I'm sorry.
You’re not sorry.
You're sorry you got caught.
Let me go, I'm--
I'll never come back.
How many times have you done this, hmm?
-What's your name? -It's Craig.
Craig.
Well, Craig,
listen to me carefully, alright?
You’re gonna put your hands in the air where I can see 'em.
Slowly.
Step into my house.
[ringing tone]
[Craig] I’ll leave and I'll never come back.
Not an option, Craig!
It's too late for all of that!
Now!
You make another sound,
I will shoot you in the fucking head.
If you try to escape, I will call the cops.
Do you understand?
[ringing tone]
[Robert] This is Rob.
You know what to do at the tone.
Nod if you understand.
You and I are gonna have a little one-on-one.
-One-on-one? -[heavy thud]
[warning tone]
[cheering on television]
[laughs]
[inhales sharply]
[Robert] This is Rob.
-You know what to do at the tone. -[line beeps]
Hey.
Hello?
[ringing tone]
-[Robert] This is Rob. -[line cuts off]
[sharp click]
[buzzing]
You probably have questions.
You're not here for that.
-[woman] Yo! -[rattling]
-[sighs] -Yo, you okay?
Where is it?
[coughs]
Mmm, where's what?
You are here to answer, not ask.
Okay! So...
somebody's upset.
You wanna talk about it?
As a kid in this room, I got away with everything.
See, I grew up here...
My mom unfortunately died in it
when I was eight.
My dad decided to keep us here.
So...
the family history continues.
I'm gonna take the gag off you now.
And when I do that, I need you to answer some questions.
Do not scream, 'cause it's only gonna aggravate me,
and I promise you will catch a bullet for it.
Let’s begin.
Ugh.
For starters, Craig, I'd like to know a little bit more about you.
I mean, I'm a little offended that you lied to my face
the moment I met you.
What kind of thief...
brings an ID...
to commit a crime, Robert.
Would you believe anything you say? Hm?
You were willing to lie to me when I put a gun on your face.
Maybe that means I need to up the stakes, huh?
I got this box cutter here about a year ago.
Never really had much use for it.
Until right about now.
Something tells me you get a kick out of it, too.
Hmm?
I’ll get a job, man.
I got children, man.
-[quick slash] -[Robert screams]
You mother...
fucker, you fuck!
You deserve to be hunted.
All you do is prey on the weak,
to leach on to you.
I'm gonna put an end to that.
[heavy thud]
[Robert groans]
[Robert] My people will hear that I'm missing.
They're gonna come kill you!
That's what you were looking for?
Yo, are we in trouble?
Mel! Yo,
why are you acting like this?
Yo, look at me, I'm your sister.
Huh?
[suspenseful music]
[knocking on door]
[Robert] You see, you see, I told you.
I--
I told you they were gonna come
get you. I...
told you they were gonna come skin
your ass w-- motherfucker!
[muffled] You can't give a--
[grunts]
-[muffled speech] -Shh...
You better pray.
You better pray that it's not them,
because I'm praying that it is.
I want you to have this.
[jewelry clinks]
D-- what-- what the fuck is this about?
In case something happens to me, you can sell these.
Why are you saying this, Mel?
Mel, you’re really starting to scare me.
Can you please tell me what’s going on?
Clyde?
[suspenseful music]
It's me,
Martha.
I love you.
Please take care of yourself.
[knocking continues]
[Martha] Clyde?
Martha, huh.
-Hi. -[Clyde] Hello.
How are you? You okay?
-Yeah, yeah. -Did I--
-Did I came in bad time? -Uh...
[grunts]
I brought you the tres leches.
-Oh. -As I told you.
Oh, uh...
-Pretty cool. -How you like it?
I can bring you some if you want it.
I can-- you have a little bit of something I can put it on?
Actually, Martha, right now is--
is not, uh, really a-- a good time.
Oh, so sorry.
It's okay, um...
Eh-- I'll, uh, make it up to you.
I'll-- I'll, uh, clean your gutters.
Oh, I mean, maybe later?
Yeah, yeah, of course.
-Yeah. -That sounds nice.
-Yes, yes. -Okay. Um...
Well, I see you.
Yes, definitely. I will, uh-- I will see you--
see you later.
-So, uh, have a good night. -You too.
You too, and thank you.
-[Martha] Bye bye. -Bye bye.
[suspenseful music]
[groans]
Fuck you, you bastard!
-Let me go! -Relax.
How long have you been doing this?
-Doing what? -Taking things that don't belong to you.
How long have you been doing this?
Probably since I was a kid.
You know, this is my neighborhood.
I wasn’t here before to stop people like you
from making it unsafe.
But now...
[grunting]
But now what?
You're trying to clean it up?
Like some sort of fucking vigilante? Superhero?
You have no idea the things that I’ve seen.
What I’ve had to do for this country.
Come back to the land of the free!
And see everybody
living in fear.
Corruption on every street corner.
Listen, man,
why don't you just let me go?
I'll walk right out of here and I promise never to come back.
You have my word!
What makes you think...
...I would take you at your word?
Hmm?
If anything, you should be thinking about
how much better this world would be...
without somebody like you in it.
[music continues]
Wait right here.
[groans]
Here it is.
Let me show you what you almost stole from me.
Seriously, man?
I mean,
I don't care what's in it.
You should care, Robert!
You should care!
But you're selfish.
And your selfish actions bring repercussions for others.
You hurt people.
You hurt people like that young girl
that you brought in on this.
That's on you.
[music continues]
Who do you think called you here?
[gun clicks]
[heartbeat]
[gunshot]
[music continues]
[crying]
[music continues]
[thud]
[indistinct voices]
[nails scratching]
[Clyde groans]
-[metallic snap] -[Mel screaming loudly]
[heavy thud]
[Clyde] They pretend like they don't know what I have.
[high-pitched feedback]
I'm proud of what I did.
I wouldn't take anything back.
[music fades]
[alternative rock music]
[metallic squeaking]
[music continues in earphones]
What up, dawg?
What's up, bro?
How you been doing?
Chilling, man, waiting on you.
Here you go.
-What was that for? -Last night, the Eight ball.
[sniffles]
How was it?
That shit was good, man.
-Yeah? -Yeah, I like it.
[man on radio] M Radio, Local Music.
[Jimmy] Hey, folks, Jimmy Dee here.
Today, we're gonna be taking on callers
that have experienced this new crime trend.
You might have been a victim or maybe someone you know.
Porch pirates,
this new trending crime wave
has taken over millions of homes.
We have our first caller.
[caller] Hey there, Jimmy, big fan of the show.
I got robbed last month.
My security cameras didn't get a good look.
But goddamn it, I was waiting for an important package.
And within minutes, gone.
I still haven't been reimbursed.
[Jimmy] Thank you, caller. I'm sure someone
will get back to you.
Here's our next caller now.
[caller 2] Someone needs to do something
about this.
[caller 3] Damn right!
the audacity of these...
[bleep]
[Jimmy] Are you a victim of these
porch pirates?
We wanna hear from you.
Call in now.
[inaudible]
[suspenseful music]
Come on, Pablito, where the fuck you at, man?
Yes, yes, yes.
Come on, come on [indistinct]
Get in, get in, get in!
-You get it? [indistinct] -I got it! I got it!
I fucking got it! Woo-hoo-hoo!
We did it!
[music continues]
[tires screech]
[keys turn and jingle]
[siren wailing]
[Pablo] They didn't even know what hit 'em,
know what I'm saying?
Are you sure?
[Pablo] Yes, I'm fucking sure, man.
Alright, man, alright. You know we can't afford
another screw up, right? You know that, right?
What do we get?
It has to be good.
The whole store went after me.
I thought I was robbing a bank for a moment.
What? What do you mean?
What could be in there? What the fuck did you take?
Not sure, man.
I grab the most expensive thing I saw.
Holy shit, Danny.
It's one of those iPod things.
This is fucking hot right now, dude.
[chuckles] Shit, jackpot bro.
[laughs]
These are gonna sell high in the street, man.
-We're eating good tonight. -Fuck.
Dawg, we're eating good tonight.
We finally got something good, man.
Finally.
Oh, fuck.
Hey, listen, I got a guy, alright?
I'm gonna call him up, I'm sure he's gonna give us
a good cut, alright? [sniffles]
[phone dialing]
[phone ringing]
Pablo, man, what the fuck are you doing, bro?
Sorry, Danny boy.
It's a pretty big score.
Shit is tight right now, you know what I'm saying?
I have someone I can take it to.
Put the phone down.
Man, stop fucking around.
Get the fucking gun out of my face, bro.
[phone clicks]
Listen, man.
This ain’t worth it, bro.
You know how hard it is to get a driver for this shit?
Huh? Who else are you gonna trust for this, man?
My little cousin just got his license, man.
Sure I can bring him in, like, 80/20...
-none of this... 50/50 bullshit, man. -Seriously bro? Seriously?
-Yeah, I’m serious. -You gonna fucking do me like this, bro? After
all this shit we've been through?
-Fuck yeah. -You’re fucked up, man.
Fuck you, bro.
Get the fucking gun
out of my fucking face, bro.
Get the fucking gun out of my--
Get the fucking gun
-out of my fucking-- -[strong thud]
[groans in pain]
[groans]
I knew you’d understand, dawg.
Fuck!
[breathing heavily]
[phone ringing]
Hey, Kaila.
Hey, Daddy.
How's my baby girl, huh?
Everything okay?
I miss you, I miss you.
I miss you so much.
I miss you too, Daddy.
[sobs]
How's school, huh? Everything okay? You ea-- you eat your lunch?
-Yes, I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. -Is that your father?
-[Danny] Peanut butter and jelly sandwich, huh? -Come on, give me the phone.
That sounds so good.
[woman] You have the money for this month?
Not yet. I'm working on it.
I need the money now, okay?
It's been over three months.
Schools ain't gonna wait for you.
I told you I'm working on it, okay?
You'll have it when I have it. Fuck!
Now put my daughter back on the phone.
Listen, send the money soon,
or I'll make sure you never see your daughter again.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Stop threatening me, alright?
I told you I'd get it.
Put Kaila back on.
Shit.
Hey, Daddy.
Hey, baby.
Listen, uh,
I gotta go, but we'll talk soon, okay?
We'll-- we'll see each other soon, I promise.
Okay.
Hey, we'll go see that movie that you wanted to see.
Yeah? What-- what was it called?
You wanted to see, uh...
[solemn strings instrumental]
Fuck. [sighs]
Oh, fuck.
[music continues]
[phone ringing]
-Hello? -[man] Got another one.
It's an easy pickup, nobody’s home.
[engine starts]
[music continues]
[dog barking]
[gun clicks]
Oh, shit.
[Clyde] One move and I will shoot you where you stand.
Hey, man.
Look, I'm-- I'm really sorry.
I'll put it right back, okay?
[Mel echoing] Please take care of yourself.
I love you.
Sir,
if-- if I could just explain my situation.
Shh.
Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up.
Turn around slowly.
The box.
Walk towards me.
Do it now.
[suspenseful music]
[Danny] Please don't shoot me, man.
Too late for all that pleading now, boy.
Come on, this way.
I'm sorry, alright? I-- I made a mistake.
-[thud] -[Danny grunts]
[sarcastic chuckle] Big time.
[music continues]
[soft grunt]
[music continues]
Now, you caught me in a bad mood today,
so I'm just gonna lay down the ground rules.
If you try to scream, I will shoot you.
If you do anything stupid, I will shoot you.
If you try to escape, I will shoot you.
What?
Yo, I-- I gave back the package, man.
Doesn't matter anymore, Daniel.
Well, you porch pirates need to start taking a class
on this type of shit.
So what? You--
You're gonna kill me for--
for stealing you-- your fucking mail,
that-- that's it?
You know, I wanna know
why it is you do...
what you do.
Look, man, I--
I made a mistake, alright?
-I-- I’m sorry, I-- -Okay.
I'll make it up to you, alright? I-- I got you back.
-[high-pitched feedback] -I got a job lined up,
and I need a muscle, somebody
who knows they're way around guns.
I can get you a--
a fucking good ass cut, man.
-[indistinct] -Shut the fuck up.
[breathing heavily]
[music continues]
Daniel...
...Polanski.
You know,
years ago, I knew a man...
...with that very same name.
His name...
...was James Polanski.
Ring any bells?
For fuck's sake, man...
[swallows nervously]
Yeah, yeah, that was, um--
that was my brother.
Why, you knew him?
Like I said,
small world.
We served together.
Watched him die with my own two eyes.
[Danny sobs]
Something about watching a man...
...rip the soul out of another man's body.
It does something to you.
When you’re reminded of the fragility of life,
you start to wonder if it even matters.
My life has now come full circle,
because here I am now...
staring into the eyes...
...of James's idiot,
kid brother.
So what?
Now you kill civilians?
Where’s your code of honor, huh?
Fuck!
Fuck you!
You know,
there was once a time,
when I would march into battle,
proud to know...
that I was keeping civilians like you, safe.
Knowing, that my sacrifice
allowed you to sleep peacefully like a baby at night.
But now that I'm home,
and I've integrated with you ungrateful people...
...I've come to recognize that people like you...
...don't need saving.
People like you need justice.
You see, you're a piece of shit...
and I'm here to clean the slate.
You're sick.
You're sick, man.
You need help.
[laughs]
Daniel, Daniel! Look around!
You're the one that needs helping, my friend.
You made your decision,
and I made mine.
Fate brought us right here.
Together,
on two opposing sides.
Now, I wonder how that came to be.
I wonder what your brother would say now.
You don’t know shit about my brother or me!
What kind of sick fucking person does this?
What kind of sick fucking person
steals from somebody else?
I do it to feed my daughter, man.
Everything I make goes to her.
I can't even hold down a job,
to pay for fucking child support, man.
Plenty of work out there.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, that's real easy for you to say, right?
You come back a fucking hero.
You can coast on by with fucking government checks,
right?
Not me, buddy.
I'm an outcast.
I can't get a job 'cause of my record,
and I have to fucking fight for it,
every fucking day!
You know,
Daniel, I hear the same things
being said all the time.
It doesn't make it right.
So that's it.
That's it, then.
You're gonna kill me.
Who's the bigger criminal here,
huh?
You know--
you know, Daniel, in all my years,
you are the first one that's made me think.
Congratulations.
Fuck your congrats!
I know what I did, and I can live with it
knowing I tried my best for my daughter, but you?
You? You're full of shit!
What do you do, huh?
You're cleaning up the streets?
You're as dirty as they come!
Alright?
And I've got news for you, buddy.
It doesn't even matter.
Nobody's fucking keeping score.
Least of all for a fucking murderer like you.
-[thud] -[Danny grunts]
[heavy breathing]
Your bullshit story...
...will not make me pity you.
You know, Daniel,
you're not the first cockroach I’ve killed.
And I can bet you won't be the last.
Hello?
Is there anyone home? This is the sheriff's department.
The windows are mostly covered,
I can't even see inside.
Let's get back to the station,
and see if we can get a warrant.
[metal clinking]
[phone ringing]
[indistinct radio chatter]
Sir?
We heard your phone.
We have probable cause to believe that
someone in this house
is in danger, if you do not respond
we will kick the door down.
-[Clyde] Evening. -Sir, are you the owner of this house?
This house, yes, I am.
Haven't I seen you two here before?
Perhaps, we receive lots of calls per day.
[Clyde] I see.
Is there anyone else...
here in your home, right now?
-Oh, here? No. -Yes.
No, it’s just me.
-[chair creaks] -[chains clinking]
-[chair crashes] -[Danny grunts]
-Just you, huh? -[Clyde] That's right.
Well look, we've been getting a lot of calls
about some people gone missing.
You know anything about that?
-Missing? -Yes.
No. No, nothing.
Can we check inside?
Uh, it's honestly a mess in there,
I'd-- I'd rather not. Is there...
anything I can help you two with?
You have a good night.
[Clyde] You too. Thank you.
-Have a great night. -Alright, you too.
Thank you for your service, too.
-Let's go. -[female officer] I remember that...
[male officer] Yeah?
Shit!
[keys jingling]
[Clyde] The only way out is with these keys.
Try your luck if you like.
In fact,
I dare you.
-[heavy thud] -Ah!
Ah! [groans]
No! Not that, you little shit.
You put that down.
You have no idea what that is.
-[Danny] This? -Yeah.
Yeah?
Let me go, or I'll fucking smash it!
-I swear to god. -No, no, no!
[heavy breathing]
Ugh!
Okay, okay.
-[Danny] Yeah? -[Clyde] Okay.
Grab the keys, grab the keys,
open the door,
and you'll never see me again,
and I swear to God, I'll put this down,
you'll never see me again.
-Just open the door. -[Clyde] Okay.
-[Danny] Go! -I'm going!
-[keys jingling] -[Clyde muttering indistinctly]
Clyde Winters?
This is for my sister.
Who's your sister?
[gunshot]
[breathing shakily]
Don't shoot, don't shoot!
-Who the fuck are you? -I’m a victim, I’m a vi-- This--
this crazy motherfucker captured me, he wants to kill me, I just wanna get out,
I just wanna get out. I just wanna get out.
I don't know you.
Get on the floor or I'll fucking
-shoot you, too! -[Danny] Okay, okay, okay.
[heavy breathing]
-Ah! -[strong thud]
Oh, fuck.
[door opens]
-[gunshot] -[Danny screams]
[fast-paced suspenseful music]
[slow suspenseful music]
[electric buzzing]
[coughs]
[groans]
[electric buzzing]
[music fades]
[suspenseful music]
-[screams] -[thud]
[deep rumble]
[grunts]
[Clyde] You know,
just like your sister,
-following a man into hell. -[grunts]
Let me show you how much it burns.
Come on, relax, little girl.
This will be over soon.
[groans]
[Clyde grunts]
[thud]
[girl coughs]
[panting]
Now, let's kill him before he wakes up.
[Danny] Wait, what, you’re gonna kill him?
Fucking killed my sister, and he almost
-killed the both of us. -Alright.
Men like him don't deserve to live.
Yeah. Yeah, but we got him.
Alright? Look at him, I mean he--
he's just-- he's just a fucked-up vet.
-Alright? -What the fuck?
That's bullshit, and you know it.
Listen, I know killers.
Alright? You don't wanna be one of them.
Trust me.
What do you know, huh?
You don't know me.
I know--
I know that that you don't wanna spend the rest of your life
in prison.
Okay? And I-- and I know that yo--
you wanna do right by your sister.
So just think about it.
Are you willing...
to spend the rest of your life feeling guilty
for taking somebody else's life?
Huh?
[crying]
Fuck!
Shit!
[echoing rumble]
[grunts]
Listen, let's get the hell out of here.
Come on, let's go.
[strong thud]
Stay.
We're all just getting to know each other.
I've been waiting a long time for this, you son of a bitch!
Is that so?
I know who you are.
I know what you're trying to do.
But you went about it the wrong fucking way!
What do you know? Hmm?
I know your name is Clyde Winters.
I know you served our country.
You shut the fuck up.
I know you had a daughter named Rosie,
huh?
I only see an urn for your father.
-Where’s the-- -Shut the fuck up!
[gunshot]
[muffled ring]
[Clyde thuds]
[Danny coughs]
[suspenseful music]
[music continues]
[electric buzzing]
Tonight's story, in a dark twisted turn of events,
a war veteran takes the law into his own hand.
The local authorities aren't giving us too much information
at this time.
Something's not right here.
[chiming]
I got you something.
-Really? -Yeah.
You like it?
Go play, open it up.
Hey, you.
Hey.
Where'd you go?
Why, you miss me?
Maybe.
Did Kaila like her gift?
Yeah, she's playing with it now.
Careful with the shoulder.
Sorry.
It's all good.
[soft instrumental music]
There are multiple traces of blood scattered
around the property.
Could there be multiple victims?
Clyde Winters has stopped over 26 thieves
from stealing packages in this part of the neighborhood.
[music continues]
Bye, Daddy.
Love you. Nice to meet you, Stacey.
[Stacey] Nice to meet you, Kaila.
[Danny] Bye, sweetie.
[woman] Wait up, Daniel.
Great.
This won’t be awkward.
Um,
this package arrived here today.
It has your name on it.
You know, if you’re gonna send things here you need to let me know.
Thanks.
Ah, it won't happen again.
Yeah,
better not.
[tape ripping]
[reporter] Police say to be on the lookout for Clyde Winters,
the captor... of porch pirates.
What is it, Dan?
[heartbeat]
[upbeat rock music]
[music continues]
[music fades]