Misdirection

His name is David Blume.

His speech starts at 7. The dinner is after that.

He'll leave by 6:30.

That guy's like clockwork.

I already called the office, confirmed all the reservations.

I don't think he'll be home before 10 at the earliest.

Okay, moment of truth. Here it goes.

We're in.

Uh-huh. Okay.

Yeah, there he is.

Bingo.

He's leaving for the event. Get on the alarm system.

I can't see anything. It's too blurry.

Shh, shh, shh.

Easy, tiger. Be patient.

All right. What do you want?

A pat on the back?

I mean...

maybe something else instead?

2-4-7-1.

Mm-hm. Okay.

Got it.

You know, that watch alone costs like 15 grand.

Wait, where is he going?

He didn't go through the door.

Let's see what we're dealing with.

Okay. Multiple cameras inside and out,

walk in the park.

Does he have one in his office?

Let's find out.

Ooh, whoo, whoo!

Something of worth is in there.

-In the safe? Guaranteed. -Yeah.

You know I like safes.

I'm gonna miss being this good at something.

Same here. Remember, we agreed.

It's the last one.

Sure.

And we saved the best for the last.

Holy shit.

That phone is dirty.

So many possibilities.

So how did you find this guy?

You do your job, honey. I'll do mine.

I think it's go time.

You ready?

You know it.

I used to believe that addiction was a choice.

That if someone wanted, they could easily stop.

I was wrong.

I was terribly wrong.

Addiction is a devious and horrific disease

that has the capacity to catastrophically

destroy human lives.

To rip apart families,

jobs,

to hurt our children.

It's a disease that has wreaked havoc in my life,

in my personal life,

amongst my family, my friends,

and amongst my colleagues.

It's the reason why I tirelessly and continuously fight

and support this amazing foundation

and its founder,

my dear friend Meghan Thomas.

It's the reason why tonight I donate an additional $250,000

to this amazing foundation.

Through Meghan's compassion and her perseverance,

she has saved hundreds, if not thousands,

of lives and families.

She has brought people back from the brink.

It is for this reason why I...

am happy to bring to this stage

my friend, and one of my heroes,

Meghan Thomas.

Thank you, David, for this generous donation.

As we all know,

addiction can live inside all of us.

This is yours.

Three hours till our flight to freedom.

More than enough.

Want me to give you guys some time alone?

Shut up. He helps me think.

I'm serious. I mean, if you guys want to chat,

I'll give you alone time and--

You're just jealous.

Of him? He's got nothing on me.

He's not coming with us.

I was kidding. Put him in the bag.

-He means a lot to you. -No.

Time to let go.

You sure?

New beginnings.

Let's do this.

Right. I'll meet you outside.

Time to make this stuff disappear.

Yeah.

Come on, Bob.

Okay.

Home security app is...

deactivated,

and we are into the house.

What would you do without me?

Game time.

-Shall we? -Yup. Let's go.

Come on. We're clear.

Okay.

We're in.

Let's go.

Don't forget the watches.

Okay.

Come on, baby. Here we go.

Hello, gorgeous. Let's have some fun.

You are a world traveler, Mr. Blume.

He's here!

Shit.

No.

Wrong house.

Jason!

-Fuck! -You okay?

-He fucking shot me! -You okay?

-Let me see. -Shh. Fuck. Fuck.

-Fuck! -Fuckin'!

-Let me help you. -Ahh!

Okay. Okay. Let me see the wound.

You brought a gun? What?

Why is he even here? You said you confirmed the schedule.

I did. I don't know why he's here.

No. No. My mask. Put it on the wound.

-Okay. -Go.

-Don't panic. One second. -All right. What the fuck.

We need to get our stuff and get the hell out of here

before, before he wakes up.

-Okay. -I've got it. I've got it.

-Please, let's go. Let's go. -Okay. Okay.

No, wait, wait. We can't.

We need to clean up. Okay?

Let's get him up to his room.

Come on. Okay.

Get me the rope.

Okay, here. Let's tie him.

Okay.

-Okay. -I got it. I got it.

-Let's go. -Yeah.

Hey, Jason.

- Let's move. - He saw your face.

I don't care.

We have two options.

Yeah. Option one,

we get the hell out of here and catch our flight to freedom.

Option two, we stay.

We get caught and go to prison.

Why are we arguing right now?

We can't just leave.

Why not? You're making no sense.

I'm not going anywhere.

You're gonna regret this.

Sara!

First option, we leave. He calls the cops.

He'll be able to identify you, but that won't really matter,

because your blood is everywhere.

They'll collect it, test it.

You're in the system.

We can clean it up. I can use bleach.

No. It's only a matter of time before they track us down.

And when they do, you'll be screwed.

-And if-- -If!

If they find us...

Look. We stick to the plan.

We catch that flight to Cancun.

But when we get there, we go south.

We can take the boat the whole way down the coast,

undetectable, and make our way into Belize.

And when we're there, I'll book a reservation somewhere else,

like Mexico City.

If they're following us,

it will throw them off enough for us to buy some time.

Start a new life.

Second option.

We cover up our tracks,

and we leave him without a voice.

Hey, no one needs to know what happened here but us.

I'm done with this conversation.

I'm not gonna lose you!

-You won't. -Bullshit!

With your records, you'll be in for 20 plus.

We are not gonna kill that man.

I've spent my entire life alone.

I can't do it again. I won't.

I'd rather die.

I will never let you go.

Fuck.

You fucking!

Mother...

You have two minutes, cowboy.

Shut up.

They're coming for you.

I don't know what you're looking for.

Idiot.

What happened?