Play Dead

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My...my name is Chloe Albright.

I am a second-year medical student.

Yes, of course. Yeah.

No, I just... I, um...

I don't understand this foreclosure notice.

Yeah, no, I spoke to the regional manager, actually,

on...on March 25th

and then again on May 17th.

What?

No... No, no, no. I...

Yeah, no, I know that,

but my student loan got suspended

and my dad's life insurance, it never paid out.

Why?

Because suicide isn't covered.

Look, um...

This... this house is all that my brother and I have left, okay?

No.

No, you--you cannot take it from us, okay?

If you evict us from our home,

then we will have nowhere else to go.

Hello?

Hello?

Damn you.

Come on, TJ. Don't ignore me.

Do you know '1984' was supposed to be,

you know, like, a cautionary tale

for us average Joes?

Not a... not a goddamn instruction manual

for the rich... (Stutters)

b-bitches that run the show.

You know, I mean, they read the book and go,

"Hey, th-th-these are some great ideas.

"Let's--let's do this."

Mind control for dummies.

I mean, c-c-can you

b-b-believe that shit?

And cell phones. Cell phones.

That's real b-big brother

except they don't need to brainwash us to use them.

We pay for the privilege.

I mean, cops, politicians,

they don't protect and serve us.

They protect and serve the hard-cash overlords from us.

They sell us the idea of freedom

while making sure we never get it.

It's--it's all psychopaths who say, "2 plus 2 equals 5,"

who say the best we're gonna get

is...is a boot in the face.

Bro! Could you just shut the fuck up?

No, no, because if you ask me...

Shut... Hey, give me the fuckin' book!

No more Book Club, Oprah.

- All right? Goddamn! - Fine, fine! Okay!

Let's do this, man.

Okay.

We got this.

- All right. - No, whoa, whoa, whoa!

What are you doing, Book Club?

You're the driver. You're stayin' here.

I... Yeah, no, I know. I, um...

You know, I hate to be the one to tell you this.

I don't have a licence.

You don't have a driver's licence?

- Yeah. - Oh, holy fuck.

What are we gonna do about you

not having a driver's licence right now?

I...I...I don't know.

- (Sighs) - I don't know.

Dude, guess I'm just gonna have to fuckin' kill you.

Whoa, whoa! Okay, wait. You said no one was gonna...

- (Fires BB) - Fuck!

- (Laughs) - Fuck you!

Fuck!

Dude, I could have poked my fucking eye out!

What do you think, I got a real gun or something?

No, I don't know, I don't know!

Okay.

- Right pedal's gas. - I know, I know.

Left pedal's... Oh, you know so fucking much?

But you don't have a driver's licence.

Yes, I know, I know. I just...

Look, I'm just... Look, I'm still getting my cut, right?

TJ, I'm only doing this so you get your fucking cut.

- You know that, right? - Yes, I do.

That's the only reason I'm here.

I know.

Thanks.

Seriously, we...we, you know...

..be...we'd be dead without you, so...

- I got you. - Yeah.

You just...keep it runnin'.

I know.

- Just be careful, okay? - Yeah. (Chuckles)

- (TJ) All right? - All right.

Right pedal, gas. Left pedal, brake.

Brake. Yeah, I know.

Less than a minute, all right?

Yeah, just hurry, okay?

All right.

All right.

Right pedal... Right.

- Oh! Shit! - (Alarm blaring)

- Let's go! - (Ignition churning)

Start the car! (Groans)

Hey, you punk!

- Go! - (Engine sputters)

- Come on! - Just start the car!

- Start the fucking car! - Get out of here!

Hello?

Hello?

Chloe, it's me.

- Can you let me in? - Oh.

TJ. Hi... Whoa.

- (TJ) Fuck! Ow! - (Chloe) Hold still, hold still.

- (TJ) Shit, Chloe! God. - Yeah, shit is right.

What the hell were you thinking?

No--no one was supposed to get hurt.

Okay? Ross said that it...

Wait... Ross?

TJ, you...you pulled this shit with Ross?

I couldn't do it alone.

I've told you to stay away from him so many times. (Sighs)

You dated him for three years. You know he's not a bad guy.

He's bad news, TJ.

- Fuck! - It's out.

Chloe!

He's not a bad guy, okay? He just...

Things got away from him.

Things didn't get away from him.

He pushed them away. We can't be like him, TJ.

- You cannot be like him. - He's dead.

I think. I don't...

I don't know.

It's not easy...

..for me, Chloe, okay?

You know, you handle all...

You think that this is easy for me?

No. No, I did this for you, okay?

- What? - Okay, I...

I know you're having trou-trouble with tuition.

And...

..now they're gonna take the house.

And I... I just wanted to help, okay?

I know how this is gonna affect you.

I just...I just want to help.

I couldn't just st-stand by...

...and let you go through this, you know?

No, I know.

I know, okay? I fucked up.

I fucked up.

(Indistinct chatter over police radio)

Another one bites the dust.

Yeah, get the coroner and his meat wagon here ASAP.

I don't want the locals looking at this dead hoodlum

bleeding in the street.

You get a plate on our wheel man?

- (Deputy) No plate, Sheriff. - (Sheriff) Description?

- (Deputy) Ski masks. - (Officer on radio) Sheriff.

We've got a flaming car out on Mission Road.

Sounds like a match for your getaway vehicle.

Huh.

Well, ain't that a thing?

Looks like our wheel man's

the brains of this cluster fuck.

Okay, I'm going to ask you some questions, yeah?

Mm-hmm.

- TJ? - Yeah, yeah.

I need you to be 100% honest with me, okay?

Okay, did anybody see you?

No. We...we wore masks and gloves.

Okay, good. Uh, did you tell anybody about this?

No, no, I swear.

And the car? What about the car?

I ditched it. I...I set it on fire.

Fire? That's smart.

Okay, um... Whose car was it?

Stolen.

Okay, then, you're fine.

You're gonna be fine.

You're gonna... you're gonna stay here with me.

Right? You're gonna... you're gonna keep a low profile.

They have absolutely no reason to think that you would...

- (Chloe) What? - (Mouths)

What?

Ross's phone.

What about Ross's cell phone?

I...I... It's on...it's on him.

It's on him and I forgot.

I just...

It's...it's...

You planned a robbery

on a fucking iPhone?

- Are they gonna go easy on me? - Are they gonna go easy on you?

TJ, it is an armed robbery where somebody ends up dead.

TJ, that is 25 to life.