The After

- Who are you? What do you want?

Know what? Fuck you.

- Your little girl needs you, Gigi.

- - Mommy?

Mommy? -

Bonjour, sweetheart. - Bonjour, Gigi.

You look sleepy.

Oh, I just woke up.

I'm glad you called. How is everything at home?

- Everything's fine. - Yeah?

- Marie decided to dress herself this morning.

- Oh, yeah? - Hey, it's Mommy.

Hi, Mommy, it's Marie.

That's Marie Fini?

- Yes, it's Marie Fini Genereau.

- Wow. Hello, Marie Fini Genereau.

- Bonjour. Here's Daddy, Mommy.

- I guess she's got better things to do, Mommy.

Yes.

- What time's your audition, babe?

- 11:00. I need coffee, Richard.

- Go, get coffee. Call me after.

I love you, babe. - You too.

Je t'aime. Bye-bye.

You think you can treat me like this

and not pay for it, bastard?

You obviously have no idea who you're dealing with, mister.

Aw, yeah, you better believe I do.

What do you think... You think... You think you can

treat me like this and not pay for it, bastard?

You obviously have no idea who you're dealing with, mister.

Oh, yeah, you better believe I do.

Thank you.

For you. - Thanks, Ms. Genereau.

- You think you can treat me like this

and not pay for it, bastard?

You obviously have no idea who you're dealing with, mister.

- You have real balls, bitch. - Oh, you better believe I do.

- Jesus, I hope that gun's not real.

- And what if it were, bastard?

That was great. Thanks, Gigi.

- Thank you. Merci beaucoup.

I have to say I love this role.

I'm excited to play a heroine.

- To be honest, I think you might be too young for the role

and probably a little too sexy for it.

- I can do it another way for you.

- Let's try the woman's daughter, okay?

Uh, you can just give me a cold reading

and maybe a little less accent.

- Page 88 at the top, three lines.

It says that I am, um, 20-something

drug addict prostitute in a relationship

with a married couple and that I am naked and tied up?

So French.

Thank you.

- Two males, one African-American, one white.

- I'll meet you back in the lobby, okay.

Okay. - Let's move out.

- - What?

Never seen a clown before?

No funny business, clowny.

I'll be off in a moment.

Fucking hell.

What do we do now?

- Okay, everyone's gonna be okay.

Just relax. This is Officer Munoz.

This is Officer Munoz.

Do you read me? Does anyone read me?

Is anyone on this frequency?

- Isn't there a phone on the panel?

- No. There's a button here.

- Well, press the fucking button.

Jesus.

This is Officer Munoz.

I'm stuck in the elevator, guys. 10-13.

- What is a 10-13? - It's police bullshit for

"We're fucked in the fucking asshole."

Do you mind, sir?

- Yeah, I fucking mind. Do you mind?

- Come on, what's it been, like, two minutes?

- Can everyone please just shut up?

Doesn't anyone's phones work?

- Well, mine is... is... It's so dark.

I don't know if I can find it. - I don't have any bars.

Nah, cell phone bollocks.

- We're gonna be okay. We're gonna get out of here.

- Why isn't anyone responding? - And what's that fucking alarm?

- You're not helping things, sir.

- Can you just pry open the doors?

- Let me try. I can do it.

Come on!

Fucker!

- I'm not feeling well. So...

What about the ceiling?

Can we just open that up and climb out there?

Ladies first.

- I don't appreciate your humor.

Nobody's climbing anywhere.

- I have a condition, young lady...

Just hang on, ma'am.

Can't you use your stick?

The stick on your belt?

We're in the parking garage.

Come on.

I'll help you down. One at a time.

Be careful.

- - Be careful.

Hang on to me, okay, okay.

I got you. You're all right.

Okay, okay.

Let's go.

Hello.

What?

- Thank you. - Okay.

Merde!

- I can fucking manage. I'm not a bleeding spastic.

The exit gate's locked down.

- Fucking hell. So we take the fucking stairs.

I don't fucking believe it.

- Did anyone try the other elevator?

- There must be a power outage.

- Yeah, but why are the lights still on?

- Those are the emergency lights.

- What is the fucking emergency?

- And how soon will this be over?

I need something in my stomach.

- No way.

- Hold that door, hold that door!

Hold that door, hold that door! Oh, shit.

- What's the problem? - You just locked us in.

- A fucking dungeon. - What are you talking about?

- Are you sure the exit gates are locked?

Ah!

- Hey, asshole! - Who are you people?

- Come on, let's try to lift it.

- Who's that? - Hey!

Help! - Help!

Help!

Help!

No, don't leave!

No!

He was looking right at us.

Maybe he went for help.

- What are you saying?

We're... We're trapped down here?

- Why are you dressed like a clown?

- Because he is a fucking clown.

This is Officer Munoz.

Does anybody in the building read me? Come in.

I'm not even getting static.

- Honey, let's just call 911, huh?

Nobody's getting reception.

- Oh, that alarm is giving me a headache.

- It's giving us all a headache.

Is that your car?

Why is the trunk open?

Stop!

- -

- Hey! - Turn around, bitch!

- Put your gun down! - You put yours down.

- Put it down and let go of her! - Put yours down!

- Put it down and let the woman go! Let her go!

- I'll fucking pull the trigger! I'll do it right here!

Everybody just back away.

Nobody fucking move!

Just take your finger

slowly off the trigger.

Can you do that, D?

- Boom. Her head explodes like a pumpkin.

You hear what I'm saying? - Oh, my God, oh, my God.

- Please, I've got a little girl.

- She's got a little girl, D. - No, no, no, no.

I'm getting the hell out of here,

and I'm taking this woman with me.

- Okay, everybody just move behind me.

This man escaped a prison bus last night

and eluded a manhunt... He's a violent killer.

- I didn't murder that woman. I'm innocent.

- So put the gun down, and we'll discuss it.

Can you do that, D?

- Don't you fucking smooth talk me.

- Hey, man. Whoa, whoa.

There's gotta be a way to negotiate.

Nobody's talking to you.

- It's okay, I'm a lawyer. I do this for a living.

- Please, just put your guns down.

- That's the only sensible option here.

The only sensible option

would be to let me just walk up out of here.

We're trapped down here, D.

Now, I'll lower my gun