Negative

F-fuck.

Hello.

Just come on in.

Ottoman is an odd choice.

It's hard to break an ottoman.

Tell that to Dick Van Dyke.

I don't know what that means.

I saw you at the park.

So you're following me?

In a way.

Why? Who are you?

Before you get comfortable, let's skip to the part

where you tell me what you're doing in my house.

-Apartment. -Uh, sure.

Had you said home, I wouldn't have

felt the need to correct you.

Yeah, enough already. Who put you up to this?

You and I have business to be discussed.

-Business? -A transaction.

I didn't make any purchases today.

Your actions at the park.

It's a public space.

-You see, I keep to myself. -As to why?

Then you understand why I'm here.

The photograph?

-Yeah. -No sale.

-I'm sorry. -Hand it over.

No, the photograph is my property.

It's staying with me no matter what.

It's, it's an aggressive stance to take with a stranger

no less a guest.

It's my profession

how I make my living.

No one profits from me unless I intend it.

You're not the subject of the frame.

I don't need to ask for your permission.

And you seemed like the reasonable type.

You can leave now.

Once I have the negative film

and any prints you made in my hand.

I'm gonna ask you to leave now!

You already have and it won't work again.

I'll call the police.

With your rotary phone, your finger

wouldn't even spin nine.

Well, now who's bein' aggressive?

-Where is it? -Uh, no, forget it.

It's a great photo. I'm keeping it. You...

You have 19 seconds before the spasm you feel in your windpipe

'causes your throat to close.

The oxygen depravation will lead to paralysis

similar to a stroke. Fourteen seconds.

Tell me where it is and I will make it stop.

Bathroom.

Deep breaths.

Count to five between each one.

Not the subject of the frame?

It's a percentage.

You're upset. I get it.

It really is the better photo you took today.

That's it?

Sorry I took your breath away.

Really?

-No. -What's going on?

Fuck. I thought this would have gone quicker.

Huh?

Listen, I'm gonna tell you

my name to establish trust.

I think it's a little too late for that.

Well, that's up to you, but these men

headed up this way will seriously harm you.

-For what? -Talkin' to me.

Are you serious?

I'm Natalie. You?

-Uh, Ho-Hollis-- -Listen, Hollis.

You and me and this photograph need to leave right now.

-I-I believe you. -Good. Let's go.

-Uh, w-what about my stuff? -There's no time.

Well, where are we going?

Gotta get outta town.

I, uh, I'm not getting on a train with you.

Train's a death trap in situations like this.

A few exits and you can't control the stops.

But then why are we here?

Just do what everyone else does. Just look around.

Why can't you just drop me off at the police?

The police can't help you.

Well, what if I say no?

Fortunately for you, my protection comes

with or without your cooperation.

What are you, a 140 pounds?

You'll slow me down, but not that much.

Why do you care what happens to me?

Because I know what will happen to you.

Wait. W-what does that mean?

Who are you?

Where are we goin'?

Out of town.

What, conversation's not one of your special skills?

You could have answers or you could be dead.

If I had answers, this would feel less like a kidnapping.

How did you find my apartment after you saw me in the park?

And who's after us?

Is there anything you can tell me?

I'm sorry, sincerely.

Can you stop the car, please?

Not going to happen.

I feel sick.

Where's the spectacle?

Huh? It passed.

It's time you start betting on me.

Why?

Because one of us isn't a stranger

to situations like this.

But since you disagree...

here you go.

I, I have nothing to do with this.

I just took a picture of you, that's all.

When they find you, and they will

you're gonna need something to defend yourself.

Against who?

At 18 you received a diploma.

Folks behind us

they were handed a Beretta M9.

It also happens to be the official side armor

for military, unlike them

they load these weapons with jacketed hollow points

that achieve a velocity of 400 meters per second.

Incredible stopping power.

Designed to leave extra-large bloody holes in their target.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

This is real.

In less than an hour they will catch up to you

and open fire in seconds.

So if I were you, I would swing that tool as fast as I can.

Maybe one less bullet disrupt your frame

which makes all the difference in the authority's ability

to ID your body

allows for the funeral you deserve.

Whether you swing that thing or not

it's going to be a closed casket.

Or we stay together and you bet on me.

F-f-fuck!

Couldn't you have picked a car with satellite radio?

Humor. You're relaxing.

Just getting used to a new normal.

It's not forever.

What's in Nevada?

Not our destination.

Which is?

Phoenix.

Arizona?

Yep, that one.

-Ever been? -No.

-You? -Yes.

Well, then you know this isn't the right way.

We've gotta get on the ten.

Yeah, that's the way everyone goes to Phoenix.

I hope they send the people who are following us

won't know where we are heading.

In case I'm wrong, the extra added time and space

will make them think we went somewhere else.

And-and after this extra-scenic round

what's waiting for us there?

A safe place.

Somewhere I can protect you until this is over.

Who are you?

Look, I-I mean, I think I'm already there

but just help me tip the ball in.

Law enforcement? Government?

"And zoom straight to the moon with you, Alice."

"Ho-Honeymooners?" How old are you?

Jackie Gleason.

Funny man. I thought you'd appreciate the black and white.

Yeah, fair enough. You're not gonna tell me who you are.

Ah, your deal?

Our paths crossed while I was in transition of sorts.

Oh, we could say the same thing.

Um, burdening your soul on me won't benefit either of us.

Well, you really do live on front street.

-Referring to my honesty? -And your blunt delivery.

It's effective.

I was gonna say rude.

Bathroom's yours. Go ahead.

You know what? I think I'll hold it.

I didn't know the princess required five stars.

Get whatever you want.

Is there a real meal in my future?

Why ask if there's not?

Thought you might say that.

What part of this feels like a vacation?

The clerk is watching me.

Stop giving him a reason to.

Is there toothbrush in front of you?

-Yes. -Could you grab one?

What are you gonna do with it?

Brush my teeth.

-Alright. -One toothpaste, too, please.

Colgate, if they have it.

Hm, priorities. Colgate.