They Will Kill You

Come on. Let's go.

Wow.

Can I have it?

No.

That's too expensive.

We have to save till we get to New York.

You really think we're gonna make it?

Yeah, we're gonna make it.

What if he finds us, beats us again,

and locks us in the basement?

Hey, Butthead.

It will be worse than last time.

Hey.

That life is over now, okay?

You're safe.

Hey, look at this.

You got a tattoo?

Yeah, it's cool, right?

No one's gonna cage us ever again.

I promise.

All right, come on. Let's go.

It's him. It's him. It's him.

Saw two girls come in here. Where the fuck are they?

In the back.

Quiet.

Girls,

come on out.

I promise I'm not mad.

I know things have been hard since Mom died,

but we're a family. We gotta stick together, right?

-Hey! -Go, go!

- Hey! - I'm calling the cops!

Stop!

Come here.

Cut them off!

You stupid little bitch.

What you gonna do, shoot your own father?

You'll never touch her again.

I can't let you take her.

Get the fuck back.

...reconsider any non-essential travel.

There is a severe weather warning coming through.

It is not safe out there.

May I help you?

Hi.

I'm Isabelle Davison, the new maid.

I spoke with the superintendent a few days ago.

That'd be me. Lily Woodhouse.

It's a pleasure to meet you in the flesh, Isabelle.

Do you have any ID?

Yeah. Of course.

You sound different.

I'm getting over a cold.

Hmm.

That's a lot of locks.

Mementos from olden times.

The Virgil was built in 1923.

The neighborhood was different then,

full of criminals and vagrants.

People vanished in broad daylight.

No one cared.

Then came gentrification.

Now it's all coffee shops and hipster bars.

Today, the Virgil is one of the most exclusive buildings

in Manhattan.

I must ask you to surrender your phone while you're on the premises.

Seriously?

Our residents require absolute privacy.

Is this her?

Isabelle, our new maid.

Allow me to introduce Miss Sharon,

owner of Eternus, the fastest-growing anti-aging cosmetics.

Dr. Sheapman and his wife Anne, our favorite residents.

Oh, my goodness. You are soaking wet.

You must be freezing.

We need you strong.

Oh, I... That's really not necessary.

Nonsense. It looks great on you.

Just give it back to me later.

What happened to your eye?

Fell in the shower.

There's no shame in admitting you're in trouble.

This is a safe space.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.

Yours must be sad.

You'll have to excuse my wife.

She's a writer.

The first floor is reserved for service staff.

How long have you been working here?

Seems like an eternity.

Ladies.

Oh, give me a moment.

Oh, it's... it's a...

-Okay. -I have a new offering.

Hmm?

Hi, Piggy.

Excuse me?

That was not polite, Damian.

What are they celebrating?

Oh, it's a small tradition.

One of our maids will be rewarded tonight for her dedication.

These people came here with nothing.

They were broken and lost.

I gave them a place to belong.

Ah, this is you.

Ray, what are you doing in there?

Picking up the trash.

I believe I told you.

Steer clear of the new arrivals.

And I thought I told you to leave me the fuck alone.

Well, I'm afraid I can't do that.

I'm still your boss.

And your wife.

-Love ya. -Fuck off.

Sorry about that.

My husband drinks too much and says crazy things.

Leaves stuff around that frightens people.

If you find anything unusual, just ignore it.

Tomorrow, I'll get you a key and show you the rest of the building.

Sweet dreams.

God.

Oh, shit.

Shit.

Hello?

Mm.

She's out.

He's out too.

Why didn't he wait for us?

I'm telling you, he fucks them.

Fucking pervert.

I know.

Chaps.

My jacket.

Oh, there's a stain.

What happened?

This bitch knocked out Bob.

What the... Oh!

Motherfucking shit!

What the fuck was that?

Isabelle, what are you doing?

This is ridiculous. Just come out.

Fuck you, you fucking cocksuckers!

Hmm.

Oh, for crying out loud.

Come on, guys. It's just one girl.

Tell that to Bob.

Gotcha.

Who are you?

I can't understand what you're saying.

That was unexpected.

Something tells me you weren't entirely honest with me.

Well, neither were you.

I guess we're both liars.

I have... questions.

Answer mine first.

Who...

the fuck...

are you?

Ten years ago, I made the biggest mistake of my life.

I should have protected my sister, but I panicked, and I ran.

It was the last time I saw her.

That fucker survived.

Maria got put back in his custody.

I got caught, eventually.

You okay?

Now it's time to make things right.

Get her.

Yeah, I've heard this 1,000 times.

You got a parole hearing coming up. You should lay low.

Did I hire you for advice?

Last known photo, Maria Reaves.

Taken at a New Jersey motel before she disappeared.

I tracked her phone to the last place it worked.

An exclusive co-op building, uptown Manhattan.

Virgil.

Virgil's got a sketchy rep.

Some folks they hire go missing.

Mostly minorities, illegals, people off the street.

So what are you saying? She, um...

Your sister is in trouble.

Cops won't look too hard,

especially with the rich involved.

Get this.

I talked to some cleaning ladies that knew Maria.

A few days ago, one of them got a call

from that building manager, Lily.

She offered her a gig as a maid.

No shit.

She starts next month.

What's her name?

Isabelle Davison?

Yes?

My name...

is Asia Reaves.

And I have come for my sister Maria.

Now, I don't know what the fuck is going on in here.

But I know one thing.

If she's alive, give her to me,

and pray I am in a forgiving mood.

'Cause if she's dead...