[bright music]
[eerie music]
[water gushing]
[cutlery clinking]
[woman speaking indistinctly]
May you, Christ, who is crucified...
-...and forgiveness. -[Rick] Mom?
[Mom speaking quietly] The Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.
[speaking indistinctly]
[Rick] What are you doin'?
[shudders]
In the name of the Father, and Son...
...Holy Spirit.
May you, Christ, who is crucified...
...give me peace...
...and forgiveness.
Mom?
I'm sorry!
[fires]
[alarm beeping]
[dog barking in distance]
[exhales]
[alarm stops]
[sniffles]
[slow, uneasy music]
[dog barking]
[siren wailing in distance]
[air brakes hiss]
[train chugging]
[machinery whirring]
Excuse me, sir.
My missing labor guy.
Decided to show up after all?
Yeah, I'm, I'm sorry. I, I got s--
I already got somebody to take your place.
Have a nice day.
No, come on. Please, sir.
Please. I, I need this job.
-Hey, supe. Supe. -I can't do it.
Look, I don't think we're gonna make our daylight without him.
I'll do anything. I, I'll keep the site spotless.
-You're not late again. -No, no. Never.
Never ever. 100%.
Get to work.
Thank you, sir.
[machinery whirring]
[breathing heavily]
[groaning]
[exhales]
Excuse me, ma'am.
You have a first aid kit?
-Cut myself. -No.
You got nothing in-- inside I can use?
Look, look, ma'am.
I, uh...
If I don't clean this thing, it's, it's gonna get infected,
and I, I'd really love to get back to work for you.
I, I won't tell the other guys either.
[hammering in background]
Make it fast.
[door opens]
Service restaurant's under repair,
so consider this treat part of your benefits package.
[winces]
Thank you.
-[servant clears throat] -Yes?
[whispers indistinctly]
You can show yourself out, I trust?
[winces]
[exhales]
[suspenseful music]
[clock ticking]
[door creaking]
Hello.
Who are you?
Uh... I'm Rick.
Hungry, huh?
-Uh... -[footsteps approaching]
What are you doing in here?
-Uh, I'm sorry. -Fired. You're fired.
And you will stay here while I call the police.
No, ma'am. Please, look. I, I, I made a mistake, okay?
Please don't call the police. Just, just dock my pay or something.
I will make sure no one ever hires you again.
-No, ma'am. Please, just-- -Stop.
Sit down.
Single 20? Why not take the whole stack?
Um...
I got robbed on the way to work this morning,
so, um, I just needed enough to make it back home.
I was gonna pay you back when I got paid at the end of the week.
I'm not gonna fire you.
Take it.
Call it an advance.
What? Seriously?
We're done here.
Thank you, sir.
[gun clicks]
-[Rick] Jer. -[Jeremy] What's up?
What would you do if you had all that money?
[Jeremy] Not move to fuckin' Glencoe.
That's for sure.
Just a bunch of old people.
Now, right now, my life is the shit, so I am not worried about that.
This apartment is the, the shit to you?
Yes, Rick. Think about it.
I can do whatever the fuck I wanna do now.
Drink, smoke, party, whatever.
-Aren't you renting this place? -[cocks gun]
-Yeah. Yeah. I'm, I'm renting it. -Yeah.
-I'm actually glad you brought that up.
Are you able to put on for this month or no?
You know what?
Why don't you tell me what does Rick Malone do...
-Yeah. -Wakes up billionaire.
What's the first thing you're doing?
Besides getting the fuck out of my apartment.
Well, I would live in Lincoln Park.
[Jeremy] Mm-hm.
I would dine at restaurants that they charge $500 a meal.
And I'd give Tanya the greatest night ever.
-Yeah, okay. -You know, the people that go there,
they're, they're living the best versions of their lives.
They're, they're drinking bottles of shit
that, that you and me have never even heard of.
-Oh, really? -Yeah, I mean, they figured it out.
They've, they've conquered this shit.
-They know what they're doing. -Unlimited money. Unlimited.
And the first thing you do is get dinner and a fucking drink?
I mean, it seems like a low bar.
No, that's, that's not a low bar at all.
That's how you know you made it.
Really?
-Dude, like-- -Then do it.
Do it, Rick. I mean, seriously.
Like, I, I would love to see that.
But the problem is, you got no fuckin' follow through.
That's why you and Tanya didn't work out.
You gotta stop starting shit you can't finish.
Hey, Rick.
[sighs] What, dude?
What do you think this is gonna be anyway?
-Like, when we're done. -Uh, I don't know.
I heard something about a, uh, shed, something.
A shed? Come on. The guy's a billionaire.
You know, I was thinkin' like a life-size dollhouse. [chuckles]
Like, what, for kids?
You'd be surprised.
Rich people are into some weird shit.
Mr. Malone.
Yeah.
Mr. Drayton would like a word.
[Rick sighs]
[mutters] Son of a bitch.
[classical piano music]
[munching]
[gulping]
What was your name again, young man?
Uh, Rick Malone, sir.
Richard Malone, huh?
[Rick] Uh, just Rick is fine, sir.
Mm. A name with promise.
Especially in this town.
Who knows where you'd be in life with a bad name and all.
[chuckles]
[sniffles]
I don't know if it's obvious, but...
...I don't have much time left.
Sorry to hear that.
When I'm gone, all this...
...gets passed on to no one.
No children, no grandchildren.
One regret in a lifetime filled with many.
You a religious man?
Used to be.
I lost it too.
But as my curtain draws to a close,
I find religion a refreshing comfort.
The history, the rules.
The loopholes.
Anyway...
...let us get down to it.
If you will eat a meal off my dead body, I'll give you everything.
This house, my money, my investments,
my life's work, it will all be yours.
[clears throat] Um...
Are, are, are you joking?
Not in the slightest.
[Rick] Uh...
Uh, no offense, um, but, no, I, I,
I can't do anything like that.
I won't, I won't do anything like that.
Why not?
With one meal, you'll have everything.
You'll never have to worry about a damn thing ever again,
especially not something so trivial as bus fare.
I know what you're thinking.
Crazy rich guy that's just tryin' to get one last jab
at the have-nots before he kicks it.
But, uh...
...this is a genuine offer.
[Rick sighs]
But why me?
'Cause I've never given to someone in need.
Which you seem to be.
And you seem like someone who has the constitution
to deal with the stresses
that come with massive wealth.
Just one meal?
["We Outside" by Frank Bentley ft. Wav Haven & Anthony Mareo]
-♪ Yeah, we out ♪ -Sorry. Hi.
♪ Getting to the bag, don't stop Getting to the bag, don't stop ♪
♪ Better catch up 'cause we outside ♪
♪ Look, I ain't skating through unless they're talkin' eight figures ♪
♪ Said I dream too big about to do it way bigger ♪
♪ I'm the boss when I walk through straighten up and sit up... ♪
Tanya.
Rick. Hey.
I, I didn't think that you were gonna be here.
I, I didn't think I was gonna be here either. [chuckles]
So, what the fuck have you been up to?
-Livin' the fuckin' dream. -[laughs]
Yeah, me too, actually.
-All right. -Yeah.
Uh...
I meant to tell you this earlier, but I, uh--
Hey, you know, I always appreciate having Rick around, you know?
He's always good for a laugh, right?
You know, I, I got him this job in Glencoe.
Did you tell her about that?
-No, I didn't get a chance to. -Why not?
[Jeremy] Yeah, it's great. And he's been staying here.
You know, I've been taking good care of him.
Yeah, well, you two always were inseparable.
Did you, uh, grab a drink? Let me get you something.
No, but I think you owe me a drink, don't you?
-I mean, it's, it's-- -No, he's actually broke as fuck, so...
Who do you think got all the bottles? Come on. I got all types of stuff.
♪ When you see me at the top know I did it myself ♪
♪ You know we outside to the lights, come on ♪
[crickets chirping]
[door opens, closes]
Having fun?
Jeremy sure does know how to entertain.
-Mm. -It's always good for a laugh.
Yeah. He came back different, didn't he?
He thinks he's a hero, serving the greater good.
So why are you here, Rick?
Did you miss the, the party
that's happening in the middle of my bedroom?
Cute.
I mean, I never really took you
for the guy that was gonna stick around.
It's like... after the thing with your mom...
And I, I don't mean to dredge up old shit.
-It's just... -[people arguing]
-Jeremy? -Bro, whoa! Relax! Relax!
This is not... [talking indistinctly]
Are you kidding me, bro?
Relax! Relax!
-Bro, chill! -Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Bro. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Chill!
-Bro, get the fuck off of me, Rick! -[others] Whoa!
-[Tanya] Hey! -[Jeremy] Are you kidding me right now?
After everything I've done for you, are you serious, Rick?
Get up!
If you got a problem, you can get the fuck out!
Oh, wait, you can't, 'cause you're sleepin' on my fuckin' floor!
What, I don't do enough for you? Get the fuck out of here, dude!
Are you serious? You ungrateful piece of shit!
[tense music]
[breathing heavily]
[sobbing]
[somber music]
[breathing heavily]
[Rick] Look, I, I'll do anything.
I'll do a day.
I don't, I don't care.
Look, please. I'm, I'm struggling.
Please. Not, not even a couple of hours?
Just, uh, just keep me in mind, will you?
Yeah.
Yeah, I get it. I get it.
Come on, please.
Look, I, I wouldn't be asking if I...
[Jeremy coughs softly]
[Rick sighs]
Any takers?
No, nothing.
[dog barking in distance]
Fuck, dude.
It's almost the first of the month.
Didn't you say you had something big coming in?
Yeah, I, I thought I did.
Well, I mean, you could...
...uh, help me move some product.
I'm not gonna give you a big cut or nothin', you know.
It's my money, but something.
Yeah.
I don't know, Jer.
It's a living, dude.
Yeah, I know.
-[banging on door] -So...
[dog barking in distance]
Is that for you?
-No. -[banging continues]
[door opens]
[Jeremy] Who the fuck are you?
[man] Here for Richard Malone.
[Jeremy] Yo, Rick.
You know this guy?
Mr. Malone?
Uh... Rick.
Your presence is requested this evening, sir.
This is the attire.
I'll be waiting for you by the car, sir.
"Sir"?
The fuck was that?
[unsettling music]
[car door shuts, engine starts]
[gentle piano music]
So, how did Drayton die?
Can't say.
Enjoy the ride, Mr. Malone.
[crickets chirping]
[Antonette] Mr. Malone.
[door shuts]
Welcome.
So, when did Drayton pass?
This morning. Please review the contract thoroughly
as it is legally binding.
In short, what it says is that in exchange
for eating a meal off Drayton's corpse,
you become heir to Drayton's fortune.
But you must consume every part of the meal.
No crumb can be left.
You'll notice a non-disclosure agreement is included.
It is important that no one beyond us and the employees of the estate
have any knowledge of this transaction.
These events must be kept secret.
If you choose to violate that clause, you will lose everything.
Do you understand?
[clock ticking]
[unsettling music]
[Rick breathing heavily]
I don't know if I can do this.
Drayton drafted the language of the contract himself in your name before he died.
It can't be amended.
-What do you mean? -If not you,
the estate would simply liquidate.
I must reiterate that if you do not eat the meal, you get nothing.
Consider... if you could just
-find the stomach for it... -[fly buzzing]
...everything would be yours.
All the cars in the garage.
The black card.
Unlimited funds.
You wanted to buy an island after this, you wouldn't be declined.
Or you could go back to your old life.
Okay.
[Rick shudders]
[crunching]
-[grunts softly] -[footsteps approaching]
[moans]
[coughs]
[retching]
[slurps]
[exhales]
[Rick breathing heavily]
[grunts]
[fly buzzing]
[coughs]
[groans]
[retches]
[retching]
[plate clatters]
[grunts]
Every last crumb.
[retching]
[coughs]
[retches]
[groans]
[retches, grunts]
[panting]
[retches]
[sobs softly]
[groans softly]
[Antonette] Drayton requested you say this aloud.
It is necessary to end the meal.
You must recite it for the contract to be binding.
"For your peace...
...I take on all sins you carry and I pawn my own soul."
[coughs]
[groans]
[vomiting, retching]
[unsettling music]
[sighs]
[panting]
[distorted growling]
[screaming]
[birds chirping]
God damn.
[door creaks]
[clattering in distance]
[indistinct chatter in distance]
1787.
[foreboding music]
[dramatic sinister sting]
Hey!
Whoa.
Apologies.
-Mr. Malone... -[exhales]
...you're up earlier than expected,
especially after such an ordeal.
I'm sure you're eager to explore the grounds in full.
Serving staff is under explicit instructions never to make eye contact.
I assure you it won't happen again.
It's fine.
It must not have sunk in yet.
What?
This.
All of this. It's yours.
You could fire the whole lot of them
and start afresh if you so desired.
Do you want to?
Uh...
...uh, no.
And what is it you want to do?
[Rick] Um...
-I don't know. -Hm.
Might I suggest we start
by outfitting your new home to suit your personal style?
Starting with the bedroom, perhaps?
Yeah, sure.
Um...
Look, this has just all been kind of--
Overwhelming. I understand.
I'll sort out the details.
And do you think, at, at some point, I could pick up the rest of my stuff?
[clicks tongue] Oh, I'm sure we could have it couriered over to you without issue.
Oh, uh, no. I, I mean, I-- Couldn't I just take one of the cars?
You'll learn quickly that the rich don't drive themselves.
Unless it's for entertainment.
That reminds me.
This is yours.
No limit.
Why not take it out for a spend?
Help you find something you want to do.
You could buy a lot of somethings with that.
[dog barking in distance]
[inhales]
[techno music playing on TV]
[man, woman moaning on TV]
[door opens and shuts]
[footsteps approaching]
Jesus Christ, dude.
-You know I could have shot you, right? -[scoffs]
I don't mean to, uh, intrude on your me time.
So, you gonna tell me what all that James Bond shit was about?
Remember the gig I told you about?
-Came through. -Yeah, no shit, the gig came through.
What are you, like, a high-end call girl?
They set me up in a, a small place
for the time bein', and, um...
[zipping bag] Look, man, um...
...I appreciate you letting me,
-you know, crash and everything. -Yeah.
-Yeah, whatever. -I, uh...
[Rick] I'm just-- I'm trying to--
Like, trying?
Looks like you're doin' a lot more than trying. [sighs]
Keep it.
I'll be fine.
So you wanna chill?
Grab a drink? I mean, we could, uh...
I can't, dude. I can't.
That's fine. You know?
Yeah, that's fine, 'cause, um, I'm sure you got a lot of adjusting to do still, so...
Yeah. Take care, man.
Be safe.
[dog barking in distance]
[Tanya] Rick?
What the fuck is this?
Please tell me you, like, won the lotto or something.
[chuckles]
Yeah. Uh...
No, it's...
...it's actually better.
Come on.
Be straight with me.
This isn't some, like,
you and Jeremy bullshit, is it?
No. It's, it's legit.
Tanya, I'm...
...I'm back to bein' the Rick that you used to know.
I'm even better now.
No, it's...
You sure you're all good?
Yeah.
I'm, I'm great.
In fact, what do you say,
you and me go get drinks, just like old times?
-On me. -Um...
Come on.
I, I can't.
Look, I, I gotta go.
Jeremy's waiting on me.
[footsteps receding]
[dog barking in distance]
[siren wailing]
[techno music playing]
[indistinct chatter in background]
[bartender] Hey. How's it goin'?
[Rick] Could I just get, like, a bottle of somethin'?
Uh, we've got a great wine selection.
Um, I was, I was actually thinkin' about some whiskey.
What are you in the mood for?
You have, have anything that's, that's... not for sale?
Well, I have a bottle of Macallan 64, if you're in a Scottish mood.
And I have a Yamazaki 55, if you feel like visiting Japan.
How much?
If you have to ask.
Hey, pal.
I know what you'll love.
Uh, sure.
Always, always up for a, a recommendation.
[glass clinks]
[man laughing]
I'll take, um...
I'll take two of those Macallans.
One for me and then one for the gentleman.
[bartender] You're serious?
Yes, sir.
I'll be right back.
[slurps]
[gulping]
[bottle thuds]
[slurps]
[sinister music]
[wind whooshing]
[voice whispering faintly]
[screams]
Why did you do this to me?
[screaming]
[coughing]
Anton!
-Did you drug me? -I beg your pardon?
The food I had. The, the food that I ate, was it drugged?
-Not in the least. -I saw this woman. This,
this soaking wet dead woman, and, and, and she took me--
Calm down.
[Rick panting]
Something changed.
[breathing heavily]
What's happening to me?
I don't think I understand your meaning.
What was that thing I had to read at the end of the meal?
Something Drayton found.
Where is it?
"For your peace, I take on all sins you carry
and I pawn my own soul."
Is that what I did?
Is that even possible?
After Drayton knew he was dying,
he became consumed with unorthodox religious customs.
His conscience was a burden to him,
and he was looking for a way to escape what he believed to be his fate.
What fate?
Hell.
No sins, no hell.
It's quite a superstition.
He rarely put that down.
"In England and Wales, in the 1700s and 1800s,
when someone in the village died,
the family would hire a peasant,
typically someone, typically someone in need,
to eat a meal off the deceased's corpse.
In doing this, they would take on the sins of that person and ca--
and carry them until they died."
[breathes heavily]
Is that what I did?
Am...
...am I a sin eater?
That is the ritual Drayton had you do.
[whispers] What the fuck?
What the fuck?
[in normal voice] I actually ate his sins?
What, what does that even mean?
What Drayton may or may not have believed does not change a simple truth.
You inherited this, all of this,
for a price.
Extreme wealth carries a burden.
-This is the one you signed up for. -[breathing heavily]
No.
No, no, no. I gotta fix this.
I gotta fix this.
You, you don't understand.
She, she tried to kill me!
Mr. Malone.
I need you to take me somewhere.
I don't think that's wise.
[Rick bangs on car door]
Come on, man. I, I--
I know this is overwhelming, but we must remain levelheaded.
Now, let's go back inside
-and work this out together. -[car door shuts]
[engine revving]
[Eli] What happened?
Father, I, I think I sinned.
I don't know. I, I need you to help me.
So you're seeking absolution?
Yeah. I guess.
When's the last time you visited your mother?
-It's not about that. Please-- Look. Please. -Hey. Hey.
-It wasn't your fault. She was very sick. -Father, I know that. Father.
-You couldn't have known what she would've done... -Father, please. This is not...
-about her, Father. -...with that gun.
This is not about my mom.
Can you just take my confession or no?
Okay, Rick.
Okay.
The Father, the Son, Holy Spirit.
Amen.
Do you remember how long it's been since your last confession?
[Rick] No.
And what sins have you come to confess?
Uh... [sighs]
Hey, it's okay. Take your time.
No, it's, it's not that.
It's, it's not that I, I don't know what to say.
It's that I don't even know what they are, Father.
-H-- how do you mean? -I--
Look, can't, can't you, can't you just give me
some type of general absolution like you were saying?
-Please. -Rick, you... [sighs]
You can't buy your way out.
Confession is about askin' to be forgiven
for something wrong that you did knowingly.
I can't forgive you for something
if you won't admit to what you did in the first place.
I gotta go.
Rick!
It's good to see you, Father.
[intense music]
Anton!
Hello?
Anton!
Anyone seen Anton?
Come on, I just need some help. You guys gotta know everything about this house.
You know anything? You know anything about, about Drayton hurting somebody?
A woman? A red-haired woman?
You know anything? You know anything about that?
Anything at all?
I'm sure there's work elsewhere.
Out of everyone here, you gotta know something about what happened.
What is it exactly you'd like to know?
Everything. Everything. I wanna know everything.
I wanna know who that woman is, and I wanna know,
I wanna know what Drayton did to her.
[clock ticking]
You like this job?
It's my life.
Sure. Right.
Well, I'd suggest, if you wanna keep this job,
you should tell me everything I wanna know.
[case beeps]
Coroner's report. Photos.
Interviews taken by the Chicago police.
And... Drayton's recorded statement.
I'll leave you to it.
[footsteps recede]
[George on tape] I already told you . She's everything to me.
[detective on tape] Mr. Drayton, we know the truth, and you know it too.
Your wife was having an affair.
-[George] No, no. -[detective] George. George.
Can I call you George? Look, I get it.
[chuckling] Hell, I'd be angry too if my wife was having an affair.
We, we all lose our temper sometimes.
[George] You think I could do that?
[detective] You said you were angry.
And these photos definitely look like someone who's very, very angry, George.
[George] God, no. I--
[detective] George, we know it was you.
Do the right thing. Just be a man.
[George] Susan, I can't--
-Oh, Jesus, help me. -[detective] Look at them, George.
You wrapped your hands around her neck
-and you squeezed until her throat cracked. -[George] No!
[detective] She couldn't breathe.
[George] Oh, Susan! It wasn't her. Not Susan.
[detective] Look, this will all be over. Just admit it.
-Just admit. That's all it takes. -[George] I didn't. I--
[detective] Just admit it, you sick fuck!
[George wailing] No, I didn't do it!
I'm not talkin' to you! I need a lawyer or somethin'!
I didn't-- I need a law-- Get me a lawyer!
I didn't do it!
[George sobbing]
And then he...
...he...
I grabbed on to her neck.
I choked her...
...until I heard her, her neck crack.
[Rick shudders]
And I dumped her body in the lake.
Rick.
I mean...
...what did this woman ever do to you
that you'd commit such a... unspeakable act?
[Rick panting]
I don't know, Father.
I don't know.
All I know is that I'm sorry.
And I'd do anything to take it back.
Please. Please, Father.
Please, Father. Please.
God...
...the Father of mercies,
through the death and resurrection of His Son,
has reconciled the world to Himself...
[choking]
[Eli] ...and has sent the Holy Spirit among us
for the forgiveness of sinners.
Through the ministry of the Church...
[continues choking]
...may God give you pardon and peace.
And I absolve you from your sins.
-[coughing] -[Eli] In the name of the Father,
and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.
[panting]
Go forth... and sin no more.
Father.
[sighs] Thank you.
Thank you, Father.
Thank you. Thank you. Seriously.
Thank you so much. Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you, Father.
[chuckles, coughs]
["Monk" by Honey]
♪ I am alone ♪
♪ For you, for you ♪
♪ I am alone ♪
♪ For you, for you ♪
♪ You ♪
♪ For you ♪
♪ Everything I do ♪
♪ I do it for you ♪
♪ Everything I do ♪
♪ I do it for you ♪
♪ Yes, I'm alone... ♪
[phone ringing]
♪ I'm alone ♪
♪ I'm alone... ♪
-Hey. -Rick.
Hey.
Uh, i-- is this a good time?
It's a great time. I was just thinkin' about you.
Have you talked to Jeremy lately?
Jeremy?
Um, he's,
he's acting really paranoid lately.
Something feels off, but he won't talk to me.
Maybe he'll listen to you. I think he might be in trouble.
[Rick sighs]
Rick, please. He needs you right now.
I do too. And you might not wanna see him or me.
I, I should have been there for you, and I wasn't.
[Rick sighing] I don't know.
Just, just swing by. And
remember, you promised me a drink?
All right.
We'll talk.
-Rick, wait-- -[disconnects]
[thunder rumbles]
[water running]
[footsteps approach]
[slurps]
[sinister music]
[sighs]
[thuds]
[ominous music]
[music builds]
[man panting, sobbing]
[growling]
[Rick panting]
[groans]
[panting]
Anton!
[wheezing nearby]
[rasping]
[whimpering]
[gasps]
You were calling for me.
I apologize. I--
[panting]
[Antonette] Amassing a real estate empire such as this from scratch
is not impossible, but highly improbable from someone of his background.
Drayton was not born to any real means.
And?
Drayton himself was a sin eater.
Well...
-What? -It's how he made the money to get started.
People who are desperate enough to employ a sin eater
have usually themselves done terrible, unthinkable things.
So you're sayin' I could, I could be...
...carrying around even more...
...what, murders, rapes...
...who knows what other fucked up shit now?
It is as if you had done them yourself.
Whatever is left over, call them what you will,
be it ghosts or energies of the victims,
they will not let their murderers or rapists rest.
They'll torment you as long as you carry the burden.
And it is quite a burden.
Drayton became overwrought...
...afraid, reclusive as the years dragged on.
He saw the same things you did.
And it caught up with him.
The sins killed Drayton?
No.
He took his own life.
I imagine he knew he could do that with impunity,
knowing you would take the sin of suicide off his plate.
So what am I supposed to do?
How, how can I get rid of the sins that,
that I don't even know anything about?
It's impossible.
You must do what Drayton did,
what every sin eater before him has done,
and learn to live with it.
No.
I can't.
The rules are very specific.
In order to get rid of the sins,
you must die and pass them along.
So, you could do that
or you could die with the sins on your head...
...likely be tortured for all eternity.
My advice, as a friend...
...enjoy the wealth.
Live and spend as much as you can.
And in the meantime...
[pills rattling]
...maybe these will help.
Anything you need,
anything that could help with the pain, I can find.
[sighs]
No. No.
-[chair scrapes] -You can't help me.
[footsteps receding]
[door rattling]
Father? Father Eli?
[pounding on door]
Father Eli, come on.
She's all shut for the night, kid.
No. No, please. Please.
You're the only person I got.
Rick.
[Rick] Please.
Please let me in. Please. [rattles door]
[bangs on door]
-Go home, kid. -Please, come on.
Sleep it off.
Come on, Father. Please! Please!
[Rick breathing heavily]
I knew you never cared about me!
I knew it!
You never fucking cared!
[panting]
[door rattles]
[unsettling music]
[panting]
[gulping]
[exhales, heaves]
[screams]
[sighs]
[man wheezing]
[gasps]
[breathes heavily]
[groans]
[dramatic sinister sting]
[breathing heavily]
[ominous music building]
[screaming]
[choking]
[Antonette] No!
[warbling]
[gentle piano music]
[exhales]
[faint singing]
[woman] Rick?
-Is that you? -[Rick] Mom?
[echoing] Mom?
Mom.
[Mom] I'm here.
Mom?
[Mom] I'm right here.
My boy.
[Dr. Kildare] Can you hear me now, Mr. Malone?
Come on back to us if you please.
[Rick breathes deeply]
Did I...
...did I die?
For the briefest of moments, yes.
You did flatline.
But we pulled you through.
Thank you, Dr. Kildare,
for your help and your continued discretion.
As always.
Happy to be of service.
Call any time.
For anything.
-[footsteps receding] -[Rick breathes deeply]
You said the, the only way to get rid of the sins is...
...to die.
Pass them along, right?
Essentially, yes.
[Rick sighs]
I wanna try something.
[hissing]
[Antonette] I've never been one to trust a loophole.
They tend to leave you broken-hearted.
But... this, this could work.
[Rick sighs]
I'm sure Drayton never thought of it.
[Rick] So you'll help me?
Of course.
I follow and serve the wealth of the estate wherever it goes,
and no matter whom it belongs to.
It's all I have.
And the thought of giving it up...
But this is about you.
Are you sure you're willing to let all this go?
Absolutely.
-[woman whimpering] -Do you have someone in mind you'd like to give it to?
No. Shit.
[gulps]
Would you take it?
You could stop serving, and you could f-- finally have some, some... control.
[smacks lips] I'm afraid my contract doesn't allow for it.
So, that's it, then?
It just comes down to me?
Or someone like me?
I can't do it.
Your former roommate and co-worker
was an odd choice to keep in company as long as you did.
Jeremy?
No.
No, I, I've known him my whole life.
And whatever big, big game he talks, it's...
-No, he, he can't. -What I mean to say is
someone so desperate to believe in his own lies about himself
that he would resort to theft and violence...
Not him.
-[woman crying] -[dramatic sinister sting]
A former soldier could carry the burden.
[woman continues crying]
[sinister music]
Trust me...
...he can't.
He can't.
[woman continues sobbing]
[phone ringing]
-Hey. -[Jeremy] Thank God. Where the fuck have you been?
I'm in serious shit, man. Like, I fucked up with these guys.
They're gonna hurt me, man. They... I need some cash, okay?
Just-- Can you please help me? Please!
-You know I'm good for it. -Jer, man, I don't know.
Please, Rick! I need your fucking help, man! I'm, I'm scared, man.
These, these guys scare the shit out of me, man!
Please, I'll pay you back in a week. I promise.
- Okay, okay. -Jesus Christ.
You're a fuckin' savior.
How much do you need?
[sighs]
[breathing heavily]
[car door opens, closes]
[driver] Everything all right, sir?
-[dramatic sinister sting] -[man panting]
Drive fast.
[man wheezing]
[driver] Mr. Malone, would you like me to accompany you?
[Rick] Just guard the door.
[door creaks]
Hey, Jeremy?
Jeremy?
[glass crunching]
[unsettling music]
[gunfire on TV]
[TV turns off]
[breathing heavily]
[man] Help.
[man gasping]
Okay.
Help.
-[gasps] -Help.
[distorted] Help.
-[Tanya] Hey. It's okay. -[normal] Help.
-Help! -[gunshot]
[gasping]
[gun clatters]
[Tanya whimpers]
No, no.
It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
I'm so sorry.
-[Tanya continues gasping] -No, no.
-Please, please. -[driver] Sir!
We can't be here.
[engine revving]
[tires screech]
This will all be taken care of.
Just make it stop. I just want it to stop.
Then you know what needs to be done.
[clock ticking]
Please sit.
Tanya's dead.
[inhales]
I tried. I, I begged them for extra time.
And they said fine. So I called you.
They fucking broke into my house and they shot her.
Shouldn't, shouldn't have happened.
If I was there, it wouldn't have fucking happened.
I should have been there. I, I should have did something.
That is a terrible burden to carry.
I, I just don't know what I'm gonna do.
So...
[clears throat] ...so I'm done.
I'm, I'm done.
I'm not going back.
I was thinking maybe you could give me a job, you know.
I can, I can help you with whatever. Anything.
Please.
Mr. Malone would like to make you an offer.
Yeah. Yeah, anything, brother.
You...
-Please. -He would like you to be his sin eater.
You eat a meal off his dead body,
every last crumb, and he will give you everything.
What?
The house, the cars, the money. All of it.
Are you dying or some shit?
[Antonette] No.
Mr. Malone finds that this life does not suit him.
Someone with your background, a man of the military,
is perhaps a better fit for the stresses of wealth.
Oh.
Everything?
[breathing heavily]
[heart monitor beeping]
[tense music]
It's going to work.
It's the best option we have.
The most I can allow is four minutes.
That will be pushing it.
But it should give your friend enough time to finish eating the meal.
Jesus Christ.
This ritual must be kept secret.
If you choose to violate this clause, you will lose everything.
I understand.
[Dr. Kildare] Are you ready?
[beeping fading]
[heart monitor flatlining]
[breathing heavily]
[woman screams in distance]
[screaming continues]
[breathing heavily]
[boy] Help, help. Help.
[man 1 wheezing]
[woman 1 sobbing]
[man 2] Help.
[man 3 wailing]
[woman 2] Rick?
Mom?
[Mom] I'm right here.
[Tanya] Rick.
[voices whispering indistinctly]
[gunshot]
[gentle piano music]
[gun clatters]
[Rick] I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
[both sobbing]
-[all growling] -[Rick screams]
Mom, I'm sorry!
[distorted] Mom, I'm sorry!
[Rick] Mom?
I'm sorry!
[fires]
[uneasy music]
[voices whispering indistinctly]
[breathing heavily]
[shushes]
[gentle piano music]
I'm here.
My boy.
[clock ticking]
Did I die?
He finished the meal in its entirety.
And the prayer.
He's already begun giving orders.
It's as if he was born to it.
As for the other sins...
...do you see anyone else skulking around?
[tense music]
[sighs]
Jeremy has already begun enjoying his new life.
I hope you will do the same.
[gentle music]
[man talking indistinctly]
All right, that's lunch!
[unsettling music]
[voice wailing]
[gasps]
[screams]
[clock ticking]
[clock ticking in background]
[suspenseful music]
[Jeremy screaming]
[Jeremy panting]
[screaming continues]
[munching]
[clock continues ticking]
[Tanya whimpers]
[clock stops ticking]
[ominous music]