The Entrance

What the fuck?

Fuck fuck fuck.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Hello? Hello!

Is anybody there?! Please help me!

Please help me, please. Help me.

Hey!

Hey! Hey, lady, wait a second.

Hey.

Lady, you gotta help me, all right?

Hey, lady, you gotta help me.

You know how to get out of here, huh?

Oh, God.

Are you okay?

Fuck.

What?

Ah!

Don't try to fix my life, all right?

I worry about you.

Well, I like my job and the hours suit me just fine.

And what about a little sun now and then?

All these working nights, it's unhealthy.

No wonder you're still single.

You're joking, right?

No, I'm serious.

I want you to come and work for me.

It's time I started

to take a step back.

No.

That's it? Not even...

"I'll think about it"?

I have a career.

It's dangerous being a cop.

And I never see you anymore.

Dad, we see each other just about as much as we always have.

I just closed on a deal...

Sylvia Manor. It's a retirement home in Ladner.

It's in rough shape, but...

well, with a bit of work it could be something.

You could manage the renovation.

Dad, you don't need me, you need a general contractor.

I'm not interested.

Like it or not,

the business will be yours one day.

Tell me about the retirement home.

I was lucky to get it.

I had to call in a few favors.

What sort of favors?

The kind that can...

work your way when you need them to.

Look, I'm gonna be out there...

all day tomorrow.

Why don't you...

make your father happy

and stop by?

Just have a look at the place.

Huh?

You okay?

Yeah, fine.

You sure?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Domestic dispute?

- Rape. - Oh, shit.

You got a guy out front wanting to speak to you.

- What about? - He wouldn't say, wouldn't give his name.

You want me to pass him to Hellis?

Hellis? No.

I'll handle it.

Okay.

My partner said you wouldn't give your name.

Look, I need your help.

All right? And what I'm about to tell you

requires a stretch of the imagination, okay?

Only I ain't making this stuff up.

People are gonna die tonight.

Okay.

You got my attention.

Okay.

Last night I got to bed late...

asleep in seconds.

Next thing you know,

I'm bouncing around in the back of a van.

I was taken to a basement.

And...

four guys that I have never seen before...

and this voice...

this voice tells us that we're gonna be playing

a bunch of games for our lives.

It was really fucked up.

Said if we tried to leave, we'd be killed.

This some kind of joke?

It happened so fast, you know?

One second he was there, the next second, you know,

he just...

But the rules were simple.

All right? Only the winners survive.

Right? The losers would be taken away...

and sacrificed.

Sacrificed?

Yeah.

What happened to your neck?

Hey! Over here.

Quickly!

Easy, easy.

Hold the door.

Slow down.

Slow down.

What the fuck is going on, huh?

Well, you're one of the fortunate. Very few escape.

Fortunate? What the fuck, dude?

Fucking thing almost took off my fucking head.

What the hell was that? Who are you?

- Tell me. - Well, I'm the janitor.

- The janitor. - The name is Joe... Joe Baalberith.

Joe.

Janitor Joe, all right.

All right, Joe.

Where am I, huh?

Where the fuck am I?

At the very place you've chosen to be.

Joe, what does that mean?

The entrance.

Or exit. Depending on your point of view.

Fuck you.

Whatever.

There's no hiding.

Let me get this straight, okay?

You were kidnapped and forced

to play a series of games for your life?

When you lost, you were chased by a demon

in an underground parkade, but saved by a janitor.

That's right.

A janitor named Joe.

That's right.

And what was his last name again?

He said his name was Joe Baalberith.

Tell me more about him.

I don't know. He was Joe, okay?

He was a janitor, he cleaned parkades for a living.

- What do you want? - How about a description?

He had a tattoo.

- Oh. - Yeah, he had a tattoo.

He had this weird circular symbol on the back of his hand.

Did Joe enlighten you as to why you were all there?

Our sins.

What sins have you committed?

- What's that supposed to mean? - Isn't that why you're here,

- to confess something? - No, I'm here because two guys are dead

- and they're gonna kill more. - It's two?

I thought it was one. You're changing your story?

I'm not changing shit. There was another guy

and he lost before I did, I saw it.

- Oh, you saw it. - I saw it, I saw it.

And there was a home movie of his death and I saw it.

You guys doing a little partying?

Look, I'm telling you the fucking truth here. Come on.

Don't raise your voice.

Tell me about the home movie.

- Are you gonna save these guys or what? - Well, tell me what you saw.

If you have something to say, now is the time to say it.

I could use a glass of water.

I'll be right back.

Grant, could you have Shellie pull a print from those?

- Tell her it's a rush. - Sure, you got it.

We got a match on the finger print.

His name is Ryan James.

He did some time for drug trafficking six years ago.

The word is he's still dealing.

And it's his shit that's linked to those ODs last month.

We gotta find this guy.

Let me get this straight, okay?

You were kidnapped and forced

to play a series of games for your life?

When you lost, you were chased by a demon

in an underground parkade, but saved by a janitor.

That's right.

- A janitor named Joe. - That's right.

And what was his last name again?

He said his name was Joe Baalberith.

Tell me more about him.

I don't know. He was Joe, okay? He was a janitor.

He cleaned parkades for a living.

- What do you want? - How about a description?

He had a tattoo.

- Oh. - Yeah, he had a tattoo.

He had this weird circular symbol on the back of his hand.

Did Joe enlighten you as to why you were all there?

Our sins.

What sins have you committed?

- What's that supposed to mean? - Isn't that why you're here,

- to confess something? - No, I'm here because two guys are dead

- and they're gonna kill more. - It's two?

I thought it was one. You're changing your story?

I'm telling you the fucking truth here...

- Oh! Oh, God. - Drive the car.

- Drive the car! - Okay.

- Drive the fucking car. - Oh, Jesus.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm fucked up, all right?

Now drive.