Mr. & Mrs. Smith – S01E08 – A Breakup | Transcript

S1E8 of "Mr. & Mrs. Smith" ends with John & Jane fighting for their lives and love, facing betrayal and an uncertain fate in a dramatic standoff
Mr. & Mrs. Smith - S01E08 - A Breakup

Mr. & Mrs. Smith
Season 1 Episode 8
Episode Title: A Breakup
Original release date: February 2, 2024 (Amazon Prime Video)

Plot summary: In Season 1 Episode 8 of “Mr. & Mrs. Smith,” titled “A Breakup,” the series crescendos into an intense mix of drama and action, straying from its comedic overtones to explore the depths of its central couple’s tumultuous relationship. The episode begins with Jane living separately from John, who has moved in with his mother in New York. The couple, both spies, find themselves on opposing ends when they are ordered to kill each other, a directive that leads to a high-stakes confrontation starting at the Whitney Museum and culminating in their shared brownstone. Despite their orders, signs of their lingering affection surface amid the chaos. The episode also introduces intrigue through the character of Harris, the “Hot Neighbor,” and delivers a twist that pits John and Jane against a new set of enemies, John-2 and Jane-2, who reveal the true nature of their work. The climax involves a desperate standoff, leading to an ambiguous ending that leaves their fate uncertain. The finale encapsulates the show’s essence, blending love, identity, and survival, while leaving room for future exploration.

* * *

You brought Max with you, didn’t you? It’s your cat.


[therapist] Why don’t we say one great thing that your partner does for you?

John always leaves the toilet seat down.

[therapist] Did something happen at work?


How is Jane?

[John] I can’t abandon my mom.

I take care of her. I have to talk to my mom.

What do you do for a living?

I’m a software engineer.

[John] I really don’t like that guy.

[Jane] Just call this what it is.

You were having a full-blown emotional affair, and she was probably going to fucking kill you.


[Jane] And now we’re going to have to get another fail, because you have to feel fucking good.

[Jane] What do you think happens if we fail?

Our marriage?

Our mission.

[John] I’m done.

[door closes]

[♪ Brittany Howard: “Short and Sweet”]

♪ There are miles ♪

♪ Between us ♪

♪ Time ♪

♪ Between us ♪

♪ There is something between us ♪


♪ I may be a fool ♪

♪ To dream ♪


♪ Of you ♪

♪ But, God, it feels so good ♪

♪ To dream at all ♪

♪ Something short and sweet ♪

♪ There’s always a light ♪

♪ Over my head for you ♪

♪ I am waiting, I am waiting ♪

♪ Time will always try to kill me ♪

♪ There are mountains ♪

♪ Between us ♪

♪ There is time ♪

[song stops playing]

♪ Do you wanna hurt me? ♪

♪ ‘Cause I’ve been hurtin’ all alone ♪

♪ It didn’t kill me, no ♪

♪ But it wasn’t no fun ♪

♪ Come and get you some ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ Just the beginning ♪

♪ I only want the beginning ♪

Here you go.

♪ We’ll give each other all ♪

Thank you.

♪ Of our best and then ♪

♪ Time can do what it wants with it ♪

[Max purring]


This looks good, doesn’t it?

♪ Yeah, there are mountains…


Shit. Forgot to feed you.

I’m sorry, Maxie.

God, I always come crawling back to you, huh?



Oh, shit.

That’s gonna smell.



[glass breaking]

[panting shakily]

♪ Why can’t I wake without you always appearing? ♪

[breath trembling]

♪ Oh, I better not wait too long ♪


Max? [panting]


♪ Gonna kill it…

Oh, fuck.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Ugh. Ugh.




[Denise] I’m gonna have to go back and get this nail fixed.

I knew I should’ve let it dry a little longer.


What’s this?

[Denise groans]

You know you’re not supposed to be eating that.

It’s dark chocolate.

[laughs] That doesn’t make it good for you.

It’s… It-it is.

It’s not broccoli.

It’s… I only eat one small piece each night.

[scoffs] Whatever.


Besides, I saw you eat a whole bagel yesterday.

Yeah, but that’s ’cause I’m depressed.

There’s a difference.

So, staying with me is depressing, huh?

No. [chuckles]

You might be the best part.




Listen, it’s gonna be okay.

Okay? You can do this, I know.

Sometimes it appears to be really hard.

I know.

I think…

Have you considered counseling?

[laughs] I…

Yeah, I’ll-I’ll think about it.


You got the keys?

Yeah, yeah, I got the keys.

[security system dinging]

[security system] Front door open.

Did you leave the seat up?

[Denise] No.

I don’t even use that bathroom.

Black toilets are unsanitary.

Must’ve been you.

Thought I raised you better.

[John] You did.

How about you go to the salon and get your nail fixed?

What’s wrong?

Nothing. I just…

Something I want to check out here.

Just don’t come back here until I say it’s all right, okay?


All right.

All right, I’ll see you. Okay.

All right, I’ll see you.

[faint rattle]

[phone whooshes]

♪ ♪

[elevator bell dings]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]


Think it’s up to the observer whether or not she’s alone or just lonely.

I like the colors.

[Jane] Fuck you.

[John] I’m sorry?

Turn and face me.


Do it.

I need to see if there’s any remorse.

Whatever you’re feeling right now, believe me, I am ten times angrier.


[Jane sighs]

That’s why you dragged me all the way out here?

To say “fuck you”?

You’re the cruelest man I’ve ever met.

[laughs softly]

That’s because you’ve never known any other men.

But I have.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

I’ve known men.


Did you fuck our neighbor?

Be honest.

I don’t want to do this here.

Let’s go outside.


Let’s do that.

♪ ♪

[elevator bell dings]

[door thuds, creaks]

[soft beeping]

[beeping continues]


Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

[rapid beeping]

[screaming, indistinct shouting]

[♪ Tokischa, El Cherry Scom and Haraca Kiko: “Tukuntazo”]

[singing in Spanish]

[woman grunts] What the fuck?

[people gasping, groaning]

♪ ♪

Stop! Stop.


[both panting loudly]

Who am I? [wheezes]


That’s you.


Ooh! Oh! Oh!

You don’t want to do this.



You don’t want to do this.

♪ ♪



[grunting and groaning]

Come on, guys.



Get off of me!

Hey, hey, hey!

Calm down!

It’s okay, it’s okay. She’s my wife. It’s okay.




Crazy motherfucker!

Don’t fucking say that.


[crowd clamoring]



♪ ♪

[woman] Oh, my God!



[both grunting]

Hey. Hey.

Come here, motherfucker.

[grunts] Come on.



What? That’s crazy!

[crowd chanting in Spanish]

[John] He’s got a bomb! Run!

[people screaming]

Everyone run!

[overlapping shouting and screaming]

[siren wailing]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[sirens wailing]

[John] Jane!

[sirens wailing]

[phone ringing]

I just want you to know something.

After I kill you, I’m gonna burn all your stuff.

[John] When we first opened that elevator and you saw me, what did you think?

You tell me.

I thought you were the prettiest lonely girl I’ve ever met.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I need to know if it was real.

I need to know if you felt the same way, or if it’s all lies.

I thought, uh, you’d be easy enough to manipulate to get whatever I wanted out of this.

I think you’re full of shit.

And I think you’re just trying to hurt me.

Well, then, I guess I did my job.

All right, then.

That’s all I needed to know.


Okay. Bye.

♪ ♪

[both grunting, panting]

[tires screech]

[people screaming, gasping]

[body thuds]

[man] Whoa, buddy, you okay?

[overlapping chatter]


You okay?

Bro, you okay?

Do you have a phone? Can you… Call somebody.

Hey, hey. Take it easy, man. Take it easy.

[man 2] All right, just stay still.

[John] Yeah, I’m fine. Oh, no, no.

I’m-I’m okay.

I’m good, thank you.

♪ ♪


[keys jingling]



[lock clicks shut]

[Denise] Hello?

[gun clicks quietly]

[kettle hissing]

What are you reaching for?


Nothing. Just…

Come. Come sit.


I adjusted the air conditioner.

You guys keep it so cold in here.

Who… who are you?

I’m Denise.

Michael’s mother.



De… Denise, I’m, um…

I think I just need a little time by myself.


That’s okay.

I’m not gonna be very long.

Come. Sit.

So, um… you’re, uh… You’re visiting Joh… Michael from… from Baltimore?

No. I live here now.

Michael didn’t tell you?

Yeah. He moved me about two months ago to New York.

Nice place.

Landlady’s a bit of a headache, but I don’t see her that much, so it’s okay.

I’m sorry, but did Michael tell you to come over here?

No. He doesn’t even know I’m here.

He gave me the emergency key.

That’s how I got in.

He didn’t tell you that, either?

No, he didn’t.


Fuck. Fuck.



Wow. You, uh…

Oh, yeah. Uh…

What happened?

Uh… [laughing]

I, um… I fell off the balcony. I fell off.

Head first.

Yeah. It’s nuts.

I should be dead. [chuckling]

Oh, my God. Are you okay?

I’m fine. I’m fine. Uh, just, yeah, could have been…

But, uh, bu… I-I lost my keys.

And I-I think they fell down the grate, so, I-I can’t get in.

Uh, but I think I left the back door open.

Is it okay if I…? Can I cut through yours and just go over to…?



Yeah, you’ll have to walk through the house.

Yeah, yeah, but… I’ll be quick.

It’s okay.

I’ll be real quick.

Is this Poet?

Yeah. Say “hi.” Please, uh…

Oh, so nice to meet you, buddy.

[Jane] I don’t know if Michael told you, but, you know, we’re in the process of splitting up.

I know. I’m not blind.

You think I break into people’s houses for fun?

No. Sorry.

Listen. Michael just needs to know that you love him.

He is a kid who was always very attached, and he always had to be in my face, always had to be with me.

I even had to put him in his car seat and bring him in the bathroom in order to take a shower every morning.

What I’ve discovered about him is he really needs to feel safe, and once he feels safe, he’s going to be Michael.

But if not, he’s going to be whoever it is that you want him to be.

So, before you call it quits, make sure you know which Michael you’re breaking up with.

What has Michael said about me?

Ah. He’s said nothing but great things about you.

It’s just that I have a sense about people, and you seem cold.

I think I… I don’t make people feel safe.

I think I… I push them away.

That’s why I stay away from them.

So I think it’s good that we’re not together.


But, uh, Michael understands complicated people.

You know there’s more at stake here.

Oh, are you pregnant?


Well, the stakes aren’t that high, then.

It’s a shame.

Looks like you guys have a wonderful life.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[John] Hope I’m not intruding.

Ah, not at all.

[John] You mind if I get a towel for this?

I don’t want to drip all over the place. I’m in white.


Wait here.


This is a beautiful place you have.

Your wife here?

Oh, thank you.

Uh, not as nice as yours, though.

Those green tiles in the kitchen are just… mmm.

You’ve been in my house?

Just, like, once or twice.

I lent Jane a book.

Yeah, um… what else do you know about Jane?

Uh… not very much.

She’s kind of mysterious, just like you.

[chuckles] Thank you.

We all talk about you.


The neighborhood.


Balcony’s this way.

Yeah, I am not feeling too great.

Um, yeah, so…

Boy, is-is it okay if I sit?

Please, sit.

Yes. Thanks.

And, um, man, could I get some water?

Water. Anything else?

Ice. Ice would be great.

Water and ice.


Be right back. Wait here.

And no wife, by the way.

Recently divorced.

It’s a strange one.

Oh, really?

[neighbor] Yeah, still wrapping my head around it.

[snaps fingers]

Can I use your bathroom?


Uh, sure. Just use the one upstairs, not the one downstairs.

Uh, there isn’t one downstairs.

Hey, you know Anthony, uh, lives across the street?

He’s a doctor?

If you want, I can call him up.

Have him look at that, uh, bump on your head.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

You weren’t supposed to see this.


Don’t… move.

Not moving.

Who are you?

And who do you work for?

My name is Harris Materbach.

I’m an agent… for Sotheby’s.

Is Sotheby’s… some sort of counterintelligence for…

Is-is it a CIA division that…

Are… are you Hihi?

Are you Hihi?

I have no idea what you’re saying.

Tell me who you work for… right now… or I will kill you.

Sotheby’s is a real estate agency.

I’m a real estate analyst. They want your house, bad.

No one understands how you were permitted to build it.

There are no records for the permits being filed.

You combined two historical brownstones into one residence, which is unheard of.

You added a garage and a pool, which, alone, would cost anyone over $25 million if the city would even allow for it.

All this on the salary of two software engineers.

It doesn’t make sense.

The only people capable of anything like this are Russian oligarchs and Saudi royals, and if we’re being honest, neither would have the palate for something as bespoke as your home.

It’s a jewel.

It’s my Moby Dick.

Please don’t kill me.

You weren’t flirting with Jane because you like her.

It was about our house.

Do you want me to like her…?


I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

Unbelievable. Unbelievable.

It’s okay.

[glass and metal clinking]


You want some?


[liquor pouring]

So, are you and Jane going through something?

Yeah, you could say that.

Well, my divorce made me a little crazy.

Yeah, it’s-it’s, um…

It’s a little more than that.


Uh… Well, if I may give some advice…

Work, life, money, romance.

They’re all part of the same project.

Marriage is a house you build, and sometimes, your tastes change.

Or maybe you never had any to begin with.

I don’t want to be with my ex.

But I also don’t think it’s better alone.

[sharp inhale]

I don’t like to read.

She likes to read.

I don’t like to read.

You don’t have to like it.

Just start reading, man.

[glass clinks on counter]

Have you ever read The Prophet?

I could lend you a copy.

Yeah. Thanks.

[glass clinks on counter]

Thanks for the drink.

[door closes]

[John grunts]


[woman on TV] I think if… if I’d known that the shelter and the fire is not good…

[man on TV] Last night was… amazing.

[woman] Just for the record, I’d feel safer if the shelter…


[man] I feel like the shelter is definitely secure.

Kind of modeled after, like, a Japanese-style sandal.

We need shoes to navigate, and we just step on these things non-stop, I just now pulled this one up.

[♪ The Cardigans: “Happy Meal II”]

♪ Arrange my books in order ♪

[TV playing in background]

♪ Make up some nice stories to amuse you ♪

♪ Make things look smart…

[woman] I’m gonna go get us some more spike bushes because I think that this needs to be built up a little bit more.

Are you using your knife?

[man] Um, I need it to do the sandals.

I really want to finish these sandals today, so… got to keep working on this.

[woman] There’s not enough on the bottom right there.

That’s not safe.

[John] Oh, fuck.

[man] …to be honest. Have a rhino, or a lion…

[John groans]

You’re such a bad liar.

[woman] Peace of mind so I can sleep, though.

I’m filling it in.

Goddamn it, I think he thinks we’re living in fucking California.

Like, we’re not in California, we’re in Africa, and there are things out here that are scary.


It’s been a long day.

It’s your last.

All right.

♪ Then take a bath…

[Jane] All right, honey.

♪ Shape up my face ♪

♪ Eager for meeting ♪


♪ The dinner we’ll be eating ♪


♪ Wine that we’ll be drinking ♪

♪ And kinky thoughts I’m thinking ♪

♪ All because of you…


[racks gun]

♪ And now I’ve found a partner ♪

♪ No one can be happier than I am ♪


♪ And now I’ve found a new friend ♪

♪ No one can be ♪


♪ Happier than me ♪

♪ Prepare…

You alive, babe?


♪ Sweet wine and strings ♪

♪ Chosen for the purpose ♪

[gun racking]

♪ Then take a bath ♪

♪ Shape up my face ♪

♪ Eager for the meeting…

Hey, you should be careful over there.

It’s wet.

[John] You’re gonna ruin all this expensive art you bought, babe.

Yeah, well, um, I don’t think you’re supposed to hit this Italian tile with a shotgun.

♪ And now I’ve found a new friend ♪

♪ No one can be happier than me ♪

♪ Happier than me ♪

♪ Happier than me ♪

[gun clatters on floor]



Here’s a book you’ll never read, asshole!

[panting, grunting]

Jane, I need you to… Jane!

[both grunting]


Let go.

Stop telling me what to do.



You’re acting crazy.

[panting, grunting]





Calm… down.

I’m being calm.


[groaning, grunting]



I need… to talk to you.


You’re making this all about you.

[panting, moaning]


[John] Stop.




Stop hitting my balls.


[shaky breath]

Don’t. Don’t do it.

Don’t do it.







[♪ Kadhja Bonet: “Remember the Rain”]

[Jane moaning]

[both panting]

What are you doing?



No. No, no, no.

No. Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.

Don’t do it.


[shaky breath]

♪ She said that we were bad ♪



♪ I thought I better go on home ♪

♪ You watched till I was gone ♪

♪ Ooh, girl, you looked so sad ♪

♪ I picked you up when you fell…


[grunts, sputters]

[Jane gasps]


[Jane] What are you…?

[Jane panting]


[both gasping]




♪ You left me for somebody else ♪

♪ Now I…

Y-You. I hate you.



I hate you, too.

[Jane] Oh, God.


Oh. [shaky breaths]

[décor rattles]

[Jane] Ugh. What is this doing to me?

It’s making you honest.

You’ve never been honest.

[Jane gasping]


I have been honest.

Just ’cause you don’t understand me doesn’t make me a liar.

That’s bullshit! That’s bullshit.

You make everyone build a filter around everything you say so you don’t have to.

That’s unfair!

Oh, my God. [gasping]


Everyone around you thinks that you’re a sweet idiot.

Why don’t you just be competent?


Did you even love me?

Did you even love me?

I did.

I did, I loved…

I did.


[Jane sobs]



This feels unreal.

Yeah, it feels really good.

I’m pretty sure I had a broken finger, but now…

I feel like I have sex on my hand.

Ugh, it’s on my spine.

Ugh, it feels like… hugs are inside… my body and it’s like a bee going “buzz.”

[both buzzing]




[thumping floor]

I failed my psych exam for the CIA because I have sociopathic tendencies.


I didn’t want to tell you that.

Are you a sociopath?

I have a jar on my table and I put a marble in

every time I do something sociopathic.

How many marbles do you have?

Seventy-eight. Fuck.

I didn’t want to tell you that. Ugh.

[Jane takes deep breath]

Do you think I’m a sociopath?


I think you’re just Japanese, in America, and a woman, I think you put… too much… on yourself.

I thought I was white to you.


I just say that to bother you because it bothers me.

[Jane] Well, it bothers me, it bothers me.

[John] I won’t say it anymore.

[Jane] You know… when you call me Japanese, it makes me feel closer to my dad.

[John grunts]

I don’t like my dad.

You judge me for not talking to him.

I do.

I do, too. [moans]

But he doesn’t want to know me.

[groans] You know what that does to a woman?

It impacts her, oh…

I got kicked out from the Marines early.

[Jane] Oh, yeah? Why?

Is it ’cause you killed someone you weren’t supposed to?





[gulping breath]

Oh, that’s not your fault, John.

Oh, but I feel like it’s my fault.

It makes me feel like less a man.

I believe that.

[Jane] Yeah.

Are you ashamed of your asthma?

I’m ashamed… that it’s more anxiety than asthma.

[John sighs contentedly]



Why didn’t you let me love you?

Because I don’t need to feel safe to be loved, I don’t do it like you.

I like when you feel jealous when I talk to Hot Neighbor.


You like my jealousy?


I was jealous when you slept with those two targets.

I didn’t.

I didn’t sleep with those two targets.

I said that to hurt you.

You did, you hurt me s… bad.

So bad.

It hurt me when you wanted to sleep with Bev.


The longing hurt so bad.

It was fake.

But it’s fake.


Yeah, but the sadness… that’s real.

What makes you the most sad?

My mom’s body when she died.


She was in a horrible car crash.



We couldn’t have an open casket.

What makes you the most sad?

That I can’t pay my dad back.

That I can’t pay my grandmother back.

How would you pay them back?

Give them kids.

I want children more than anything.

[John grunts]

Would you have children with me?

Even if I’m a sociopath?

Are you exactly the same as you are now?

But just a sociopath?


Then I’d do it in a heartbeat.

Ah, you’re making my heart jump.

[shaky breath]

I had a shot at you, at the stairs.

I had three clear shots at you in the kitchen.

This serum… is really something.

[Jane laughs]

[both laughing]

I love how you laugh at yourself.

I hate…

I love…

I love it.

I hate how I laugh.

You’re always, like… you have such a-a robot laugh.

You’re like, “Ha, ha, ha, ha.”

[both laughing]


[both laughing]

I can’t.

[both continue laughing]

I can’t stop.

[♪ The Whatnauts: “I Just Can’t Lose Your Love”]

♪ I just can’t ♪

♪ Lose your love ♪

♪ Your love, I’ll prove…

I love your smell.

I hate how I smell.

Can I smell your neck?


Do you want me to do it anyway?





♪ There’s not a starless night ♪

♪ I’m wondering what to do ♪

♪ I’m like a stringless kite ♪

♪ Blowing here and there, blowing everywhere ♪

♪ Lonely as can be, darling can’t you see ♪

♪ I miss you so…

I hate how your voice goes low when you want to be charming.

I hate how you… mirror other people when you’re trying to impress them.

[Jane grunts]

I love how you never do that with me.

♪ I just can’t…

I love when you watch me.

♪ Your love, I’ll prove I’m worthy of…

I… I love your cheeks.

[Jane chuckles]

They’re like pancakes. I want to eat them.


I love your nose.

Has a weird dimple in it.


It looks like a lion.


I want to eat your nose.

Why did you kill Max?

I didn’t kill Max.

You tried to shoot me, and you shot him.

Why did you try to kill me?

I didn’t.

♪ Lonely as can be, darling can’t you see…

I hate that cat.

I didn’t try and kill you, I didn’t kill Max.

You… tried to kill me, tried to kill me and my mom.

No, I didn’t.

I went to her house.

Her place was touched.


That wasn’t me.

Then who was it?

[door opens]

[Jane #2] Hello?



[door closes]

[Jane #2] Wow.

[John #2] Yeah.

[Jane #2] What a mess.

[John #2] Wow.

[Jane #2] Wow.

♪ ♪


[John #2] Party animals, you two.

You must’ve used every gun in this place.

I was expecting to find two corpses.


How’d you guys get in here?

The supe. Yeah.

Supe gave us the key.

[Jane #2] I know what you’re thinking.

Don’t be dramatic.

Put your hands in the air.

Yeah, actually… uh, wait, uh, guys, how about a sit-down?

It’s nicer that way.

Okay. Yeah.

Right? Just, just…

All right.

[John #2] Sit. Come on.

[Jane #2] Yeah, let’s sit down.

[John #2] You guys want a drink?

No. We’re on truth serum.

I-I’ll take one.

Smart man.

You’re on truth serum?


Oh, um, are you armed?

[glasses clinking]



Are there any loaded weapons in the house?

Yeah. In the freezer, there’s one taped.

There’s one on the stairwell, I think.

There’s one taped to the kitchen trash.

And then one behind the couch.

[Jane] And I don’t think there’s any more ’cause I think we used the rest.

We used most of them.

[Jane #2] This is bizarre.

We’ve finalized a lot of Smiths, but never on truth serum.

What does “finalized” mean?

[Jane #2] That’s when you take out other Smiths.

They call it “finalizing.”

How often do you finalize?

That’s all we do.


What else could “extremely high risk” be?

Extremely high risk.

You kill other Smiths.

You kill other Smiths.


It’s a bummer. We really liked you guys.

We do.

You’re fun.



We liked you, right?

Until we didn’t.

At the end.

Th-The guy in El Salvador, what-what…

[Jane #2] A Smith.

I mean, he was a Smith.

You know, everyone wants to… try to make a break for it and… it… it’s silly.

Yeah, the more you submit to Supe…


The stronger your faith, the easier it all becomes.

The easier it is.

Why do you guys talk about him like he’s a god?

‘Cause he is.

How do you think I knew where to find you?

That wasn’t a coincidence.

Farmers’ market, juice tent, 11:52 a.m.

He’s never wrong.

He knows what you’re gonna do before you do it.

He knew where you were going before you knew where you were going.

He knew us all before we were Smiths.

And he… the things that he knows, what he tells us, they’re incredible.

[John #2] Everything he says.

It’s like you do what he tells you to do, and you are rewarded with the gift of the present.

‘Cause the future isn’t guaranteed.

Amen. [sneezes]

Ah, fuck.


Ah, fuck!

Holy shit, I’m blind!

Holy shit!

My eye!

What the fuck?!

John, quiet!

My eyes!

I need to hear where they are!


[John] Jane?

[gunfire continues]


[elevator whirring]

[John #2] Babe, I’m fading. I’m fading.

[John] Clear.

[John #2] There’s too much blood. I’m gonna die.


[Jane #2] Just calm down.

[door clunks]

[Jane] Clear.

[lock clicks, beeps]


[pounding on door]


Let me see.

[grunts] Just…


Just go slow.

I will.

[John groans]

[Jane quietly] Okay.

[banging on door continues]

This is just to slow it down.



We’re not gonna leave yet.

How many bullets do you have?



How many do you have?


I never had any.

Okay. [sighs]

Just let me think. Um…

[John grunts]

[John] Hey.

Don’t open that door.

She’s banking on that. No.

There’s no use in both of us dying.


I’m not…

[gun clatters on floor]

We’re not doing that.


[shaky breath]


What’s your plan?


You’re asking me?


I’m asking you.

It’s gonna be… It’s gonna be dark in a couple minutes.

She’ll either have to turn on the lights or she’ll be sitting in the dark.

Both of those are to our advantage.




So we just wait.

We just wait.





[shaky breath]

Is it bad?



[Jane sniffles]

Hey. John.


I’m awake.

Look at me.


I want to tell you something important.

We can have one kid.

All right?



And that’s it, I’m not negotiating.

I want to live in the mountains.

We have to find a place for my mom.

[Jane] Mm-hmm. [sniffles]

Yeah. [sniffles]


What’s your real name?


I like Jane.


I like John. [sniffles]

[John exhales]


[keypad beeping]

[rejection beep]

[keypad beeping]

[rejection beep]

[keypad beeping]

[rejection beep]

Hey. John.


Stay awake.

[keypad beeping]

[rejection beep]

I’m gonna shoot her.

[keypad beeping]

[rejection beep]

Here. Stay awake.

I’m gonna go for it, okay?

[shaky breath]

Look at me.

Just breathe.

Stay with me.

[rejection beep]

I’ll go out, count of three.

You just stay there, you breathe.

And I’ll shoot her and we’ll get out.

Is that a good plan?

[rejection beep]


You okay?


Count of three.


I’m gonna do it, and we’re gonna get out of here.


Count to three with me.




[door opens]

[muffled gunfire]

[indistinct chatter]

[siren wails in distance]

♪ ♪



I brought you a book.

I’ll just, uh… I’ll leave it here.




Seth. Hey.

So, I think they might be ready to sell.


Gonna sell the shit out of this Moby D.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪


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