Captor, The (2025)

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They pretend like

they don't know what I have.

They pretend to acknowledge

that I'm a hero.

Shocker.

My name is Clyde Winters.

Sergeant first class.

Before I was discharged.

I served after the events

of 9/11.

After months of enduring

those pieces of sh*t

on both sides,

they turned us around

and sent us back home.

Unkept,

yet still standing.

A miracle, really.

Now I'm home.

Or whatever this is.

But the clock ticks in my mind.

Each second, getting closer

to that...

boom.

My father was a big believer

in serving for God and country.

If not for those two things,

he didn't leave room

for anything else.

That after he passed,

he'd become a soldier of God.

He never stopped to think

if God even needed soldiers.

But he did leave this place

to me.

But like this house...

the walls

and the ceilings...

...clouded,

cluttered.

My mind must be clear of it.

I served my country.

I'm proud of what I did.

I wouldn't take anything back.

But there was always one place

I'd stay away from.

But that...

was a long time ago.

To my fallen comrades...

...to the lives left behind.

I can still hear them.

My father would say

that same thing, every night.

Now I hear them too.

I can still feel the heat

on my face.

I decided one day

to go on a run.

Clear my head a little bit.

Neighbors don't look at you

the same anymore.

Not like they did

when you were a kid.

It used to be all smiles.

Now I'm greeted

a little differently.

Some a little too friendly,

some scared, some angry.

Like they're ready to pounce

on you if you say the wrong

thing...

...or the right thing.

When you make plans,

life can throw you a curveball.

I waited all day

for an important package.

And of course,

I missed it by a hair.

I was on the lookout

for any suspicious activity.

Even watching the delivery guy.

Oh!

Not taking my eye off,

even for a moment.

Of course

it's the wrong package.

Why should I have expected

anything less?

Why can't people do

their f*cking jobs right?

Thank you for contacting

Postal Services.

How can I assist you today?

Yeah, hi.

I received an email, that...

my package was delivered today.

I need help locating it please.

Of course, Ill do my best

to assist you.

Can you provide me

with your full name, please?

Clyde Winters.

You may need to contact

the sender to report

-the issue with the delivery.

-What do you mean?

It was indeed delivered

earlier today.

No, no! You need to help me

find it right now.

Please give me a moment

to look up your information.

You know, I'm always having

a problem with your company.

You know that?

I apologize for any confusion,

but...

we don't notify the sender

once a package

has been delivered

by one of our drivers.

-You may need to contact

the sender,

-Alright.

-to report the issue with--

-Forget it, forget it.

I-- I need to speak to

your supervisor, please.

I-- I understand

your frustration, sir,

and I'm sorry for

any inconvenience it has caused.

However, our policy

does require you

to contact the sender

in such cases.

It's always an issue!

And again, I do apologize.

Can you--

Who's in charge of you?

Who's in charge of you? Huh?

I am the supervisor on duty

at the moment, Mr. Winters.

Is there anything else

I can assist you with?

It's useless.

The f*cking bullshit

that I have to go through.

The delivery company

didn't help.

The driver definitely

can't help.

For all I know, he was the one

that took it.

So I resorted

to the next thing.

Are you the one

that called us?

Yes, I am,

thank you for coming, officers.

What's going on here?

What seems to be the problem?

Well, I had a package

that was stolen

from my house yesterday.

Tried taking it up with

the delivery company,

but they were no help.

They insisted that you guys,

might be able to do something.

How sure are you

that it was taken?

I received an email

that it was here,

the delivery company confirmed

that it was on my porch,

two hours before I arrived.

I've been dealing with this

for a while, it--

its been a mess.

Anyone else live with you?

No.

Im here alone. It's just me.

Well, like I said, we'll do

the best that we can, sir,

but... it's not much we can do

once a package has been stolen.

We'll be on the lookout around

the neighborhood and ask around,

but other than that,

we have our hands tied.

Yes,

we apologize, sir, and...

...thank you for your service.

Have a great day.

Another dead end.

Even the cops

couldn't do anything.

So I have to.

I have to prepare for

what's coming next.

I have to do a little recon.

Am I the only one

going through this?

Is this directed at me?

I need to find out.

- See?

-Excuse me.

Sorry to bother you, ma'am.

I just was wondering if you saw

anybody suspicious,

outside of my house yesterday?

Yesterday?

No.

I only ask because I had

a package that I was waiting on.

And I'm not sure, but I think

it was taken.

I was hoping that you...

saw someone, maybe.

No, I-- I'm so sorry.

Well, thank you, anyway.

It was nice meeting you.

Uh, listen, if you see anybody,

just let me know, please.

-Yeah?

-Sure. Oh, oh, no--

we never see them.

What? What do you mean?

The package!

We always lose them.

What, this happens often?

Yes!

Betty, next door...

she got robbed last month.

Pobrecita,

shes so old.

She slept

through the whole thing.

And the cops,

they don't do anything about it?

I mean, I don't know.

You shouldn't have to

live in fear in your own home.

Thank you, ma'am.

You've been a great help.

Oh, you like

tres leches?

Excuse me, ma'am?

It's-- its Martha Vasquez.

Tres Leches,

it's a dessert.

Well, I'm not sure.

I've never had it.

Maybe you should try it.

Maybe you like it.

Maybe.

I can come sometime

and bring you some.

That--

That sounds-- sounds good.

Mrs. Vasquez.

Miss Vasquez.

Ah, I see.

Well, uh, I'll be seeing you,

Miss--

-Miss Vasquez.

-Yes, soon, Clyde.

-Bye.

-Bye.

Welcome, everyone.

We're gonna talk about

some of the experiences

we've been through

over the years.

Why don't we

start off with you, Larry?

Oh, okay.

It's the same thought

over and over again.

I just keep thinking about

how I held the g*n

-up to-- And just--

- Jesus f*cking Christ.

The same story again,

and then what?

Anything new to add?

This is an open group,

let him talk.

Is it?

He already spoke his mind,

last time and the time

before that.

It's the same sh*t over

and over again.

He just has that same story.

I want to, but that's

all I can think about.

You got something to say,

Brad?

Yeah, I do.

Yeah, I got something to say.

You should get

the f*ck out of here.

It's the worst g*dd*mn example

for all of us.

Someone's stuck in the same

g*dd*mn moment

over and over again

with no progress?

-Nothing?

This guy's clearly

been here too long.

The f*ck out.

And you what the f--

the f*ck is your deal?

Huh? You just f*cking sit there

and look at your f*cking knees

all day.

Don't start.

Place is a g*dd*mn joke.

Maybe he's right.

This f*cking place

wasn't working out.

If anything, it was

making them worse.

What the f*ck was that?

This is new.

This...

thing inside.

It's evolving.

It's finally here.

I can feel its weight.

No question, it's mine.

Poor repacking,

but I didn't care.

I can see it

through an opening.

At last...

it was here.

I needed to feel it

in my hands.

I needed to know it was real.

And then I felt it.

-Clarity.

Hey, where's Steve?

Oh, hes out with the flu.

Woah!

Holy sh*t!

These are so damn nice.

We hit the big one.

Can we keep one?

Hey.

And besides, they're not gonna

know if only one is missing.

Yeah, super sexy, baby.

Now give it here.

You want that big,

beautiful house someday.

You can't keep

cutting our sh*t short.

You gotta go out there

and hustle.

Luckily, you have me

to help you with that.

Fine.

Hey, don't look so sad.

It's just been a long time

that I've had something

that nice.

I wanna be able to

show it off for you.

I wanna be sexy, baby,

just for you.

You already are.

No, don't get it.

I have to, Mel.

You know who it can be, okay?

Right now, we can't afford

to miss out on any jobs.

Times are hard, okay?

Do what you gotta do.

-Yeah?

We got

another one.

-Talk.

-It's an easy pickup,

nobodys home.

No sh*t.

You interested?

-Where?

-Not too far from

your last pickup.

-Ill be there.

-Drop off the jewels

and the package together.

The pay is double.

I'll call you when it's done.

You think someone's home?

I don't know, baby doll.

There's only one way

to find out.

Yo, you're f*cking crazy.

You got it, babe!

I don't think anybody's inside.

I'm going around back,

one second.

-Just give me a second.

-Seriously?

Just one second.

f*ck!

-What do you think you're

doing with that?

That there belongs to me.

Turn around slow.

Put that back

where you found it.

You like stealing

other people's stuff?

Listen, man, I'm sorry.

Youre not sorry.

You're sorry you got caught.

Let me go, I'm--

I'll never come back.

How many times

have you done this, hmm?

-What's your name?

-It's Craig.

Craig.

Well, Craig,

listen to me carefully, alright?

Youre gonna put your hands in

the air where I can see 'em.

Slowly.

Step into my house.

Ill leave and

I'll never come back.

Not an option, Craig!

It's too late for all of that!

Now!

You make another sound,

I will sh**t you

in the f*cking head.

If you try to escape,

I will call the cops.

Do you understand?

This is Rob.

You know what to do

at the tone.

Nod if you understand.

You and I are gonna have

a little one-on-one.

-One-on-one?

This is Rob.

-You know what to do

at the tone.

Hey.

Hello?

This is Rob.

You probably have questions.

You're not here for that.

- Yo!

-Yo, you okay?

Where is it?

Mmm, where's what?

You are here to answer, not ask.

Okay! So...

somebody's upset.

You wanna talk about it?

As a kid in this room,

I got away with everything.

See, I grew up here...

My mom unfortunately died in it

when I was eight.

My dad decided to keep us here.

So...

the family history continues.

I'm gonna take the gag

off you now.

And when I do that, I need you

to answer some questions.

Do not scream, 'cause it's only

gonna aggravate me,

and I promise you will

catch a b*llet for it.

Lets begin.

Ugh.

For starters, Craig,

I'd like to know a little bit

more about you.

I mean, I'm a little offended

that you lied to my face

the moment I met you.

What kind of thief...

brings an ID...

to commit a crime, Robert.

Would you believe

anything you say? Hm?

You were willing to lie to me

when I put a g*n on your face.

Maybe that means I need

to up the stakes, huh?

I got this box cutter here

about a year ago.

Never really had

much use for it.

Until right about now.

Something tells me you get

a kick out of it, too.

Hmm?

Ill get a job, man.

I got children, man.

You mother...

f*ck, you f*ck!

You deserve to be hunted.

All you do is prey on the weak,

to leach on to you.

I'm gonna put an end to that.

My people will hear

that I'm missing.

They're gonna come k*ll you!

That's what you were

looking for?

Yo, are we in trouble?

Mel! Yo,

why are you acting like this?

Yo, look at me, I'm your sister.

Huh?

You see, you see,

I told you.

I told you they were gonna come

get you. I...

told you they were

gonna come skin

your a*s w-- m*therf*cker!

You can't give a--

-Shh...

You better pray.

You better pray

that it's not them,

because I'm praying that it is.

I want you to have this.

D-- what-- what the f*ck

is this about?

In case something happens to me,

you can sell these.

Why are you saying this, Mel?

Mel, youre really

starting to scare me.

Can you please tell me

whats going on?

Clyde?

It's me,

Martha.

I love you.

Please take care of yourself.

Clyde?

Martha, huh.

-Hi.

- Hello.

How are you? You okay?

-Yeah, yeah.

-Did I--

-Did I came in bad time?

-Uh...

I brought you the

tres leches.

-Oh.

-As I told you.

Oh, uh...

-Pretty cool.

-How you like it?

I can bring you some

if you want it.

I can-- you have a little bit

of something I can put it on?

Actually, Martha, right now is--

is not, uh, really a--

a good time.

Oh, so sorry.

It's okay, um...

Eh-- I'll, uh,

make it up to you.

I'll-- I'll, uh,

clean your gutters.

Oh, I mean, maybe later?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

-Yeah.

-That sounds nice.

-Yes, yes.

-Okay. Um...

Well, I see you.

Yes, definitely.

I will, uh-- I will see you--

see you later.

-So, uh, have a good night.

-You too.

You too, and thank you.

- Bye bye.

-Bye bye.

f*ck you, you b*stard!

-Let me go!

-Relax.

How long have you

been doing this?

-Doing what?

-Taking things that don't belong

to you.

How long have you

been doing this?

Probably since I was a kid.

You know, this is

my neighborhood.

I wasnt here before

to stop people like you

from making it unsafe.

But now...

But now what?

You're trying to clean it up?

Like some sort of f*cking

vigilante? Superhero?

You have no idea the things

that Ive seen.

What Ive had to do

for this country.

Come back to

the land of the free!

And see everybody

living in fear.

Corruption on

every street corner.

Listen, man,

why don't you just let me go?

I'll walk right out of here and

I promise never to come back.

You have my word!

What makes you think...

...I would take you

at your word?

Hmm?

If anything, you should be

thinking about

how much better

this world would be...

without somebody like you in it.

Wait right here.

Here it is.

Let me show you what you almost

stole from me.

Seriously, man?

I mean,

I don't care what's in it.

You should care, Robert!

You should care!

But you're selfish.

And your selfish actions bring

repercussions for others.

You hurt people.

You hurt people

like that young girl

that you brought in on this.

That's on you.

Who do you think

called you here?

They pretend like

they don't know what I have.

I'm proud of what I did.

I wouldn't take anything back.

What up, dawg?

What's up, bro?

How you been doing?

Chilling, man, waiting on you.

Here you go.

-What was that for?

-Last night, the Eight ball.

How was it?

That sh*t was good, man.

-Yeah?

-Yeah, I like it.

M Radio,

Local Music.

Hey, folks,

Jimmy Dee here.

Today, we're gonna be

taking on callers

that have experienced

this new crime trend.

You might have been a victim

or maybe someone you know.

Porch pirates,

this new trending crime wave

has taken over

millions of homes.

We have our first caller.

Hey there, Jimmy,

big fan of the show.

I got robbed last month.

My security cameras

didn't get a good look.

But g*dd*mn it, I was waiting

for an important package.

And within minutes, gone.

I still haven't been

reimbursed.

Thank you, caller.

I'm sure someone

will get back to you.

Here's our next caller now.

Someone needs to do

something

about this.

Damn right!

the audacity of these...

Are you a victim of these

porch pirates?

We wanna hear from you.

Call in now.

Come on, Pablito,

where the f*ck you at, man?

Yes, yes, yes.

Come on, come on

Get in, get in, get in!

-You get it?

-I got it! I got it!

I f*cking got it! Woo-hoo-hoo!

We did it!

They didn't even know

what hit 'em,

know what I'm saying?

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm f*cking sure, man.

Alright, man, alright.

You know we can't afford

another screw up, right?

You know that, right?

What do we get?

It has to be good.

The whole store went after me.

I thought I was robbing a bank

for a moment.

What? What do you mean?

What could be in there?

What the f*ck did you take?

Not sure, man.

I grab the most

expensive thing I saw.

Holy sh*t, Danny.

It's one of those iPod things.

This is f*cking hot right now,

dude.

sh*t, jackpot bro.

These are gonna sell high

in the street, man.

-We're eating good tonight.

-f*ck.

Dawg, we're eating good tonight.

We finally got something good,

man.

Finally.

Oh, f*ck.

Hey, listen, I got a guy,

alright?

I'm gonna call him up,

I'm sure he's gonna give us

a good cut, alright?

Pablo, man, what the f*ck

are you doing, bro?

Sorry, Danny boy.

It's a pretty big score.

sh*t is tight right now,

you know what I'm saying?

I have someone I can take it to.

Put the phone down.

Man, stop f*cking around.

Get the f*cking g*n

out of my face, bro.

Listen, man.

This aint worth it, bro.

You know how hard it is

to get a driver for this sh*t?

Huh? Who else are you

gonna trust for this, man?

My little cousin

just got his license, man.

Sure I can bring him in, like,

80/20...

-none of this...

50/50 bullshit, man.

-Seriously bro? Seriously?

-Yeah, Im serious.

-You gonna f*cking do me

like this, bro? After

all this sh*t

we've been through?

-f*ck yeah.

-Youre f*cked up, man.

f*ck you, bro.

Get the f*cking g*n

out of my f*cking face, bro.

Get the f*cking g*n out of my--

Get the f*cking g*n

-out of my f*cking--

I knew youd understand, dawg.

f*ck!

Hey, Kaila.

Hey, Daddy.

How's my baby girl, huh?

Everything okay?

I miss you, I miss you.

I miss you so much.

I miss you too, Daddy.

How's school, huh?

Everything okay? You ea--

you eat your lunch?

-Yes, I had a peanut butter

and jelly sandwich.

-Is that your father?

Peanut butter and jelly

sandwich, huh?

-Come on, give me the phone.

That sounds so good.

You have the money

for this month?

Not yet. I'm working on it.

I need the money now, okay?

It's been over three months.

Schools ain't

gonna wait for you.

I told you I'm working on it,

okay?

You'll have it when I have it.

f*ck!

Now put my daughter

back on the phone.

Listen, send the money soon,

or I'll make sure you never see

your daughter again.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Stop threatening me, alright?

I told you I'd get it.

Put Kaila back on.

sh*t.

Hey, Daddy.

Hey, baby.

Listen, uh,

I gotta go, but we'll talk soon,

okay?

We'll-- we'll see each other

soon, I promise.

Okay.

Hey, we'll go see that movie

that you wanted to see.

Yeah? What-- what was it called?

You wanted to see, uh...

f*ck.

Oh, f*ck.

-Hello?

Got another one.

It's an easy pickup,

nobodys home.

Oh, sh*t.

One move and I will

sh**t you where you stand.

Hey, man.

Look, I'm-- I'm really sorry.

I'll put it right back, okay?

Please take care of yourself.

I love you.

Sir,

if-- if I could just explain

my situation.

Shh.

Shut the f*ck up,

shut the f*ck up.

Turn around slowly.

The box.

Walk towards me.

Do it now.

Please don't sh**t me, man.

Too late for all that

pleading now, boy.

Come on, this way.

I'm sorry, alright?

I-- I made a mistake.

Big time.

Now, you caught me

in a bad mood today,

so I'm just gonna lay down

the ground rules.

If you try to scream,

I will sh**t you.

If you do anything stupid,

I will sh**t you.

If you try to escape,

I will sh**t you.

What?

Yo, I-- I gave back

the package, man.

Doesn't matter anymore, Daniel.

Well, you porch pirates

need to start taking a class

on this type of sh*t.

So what? You--

You're gonna k*ll me for--

for stealing you--

your f*cking mail,

that-- that's it?

You know, I wanna know

why it is you do...

what you do.

Look, man, I--

I made a mistake, alright?

-I-- Im sorry, I--

-Okay.

I'll make it up to you, alright?

I-- I got you back.

-I got a job lined up,

and I need a muscle, somebody

who knows they're way

around g*ns.

I can get you a--

a f*cking good a*s cut, man.

-Shut the f*ck up.

Daniel...

...Polanski.

You know,

years ago, I knew a man...

...with that very same name.

His name...

...was James Polanski.

Ring any bells?

For f*ck's sake, man...

Yeah, yeah, that was, um--

that was my brother.

Why, you knew him?

Like I said,

small world.

We served together.

Watched him die

with my own two eyes.

Something about

watching a man...

...rip the soul out

of another man's body.

It does something to you.

When youre reminded

of the fragility of life,

you start to wonder

if it even matters.

My life has now

come full circle,

because here I am now...

staring into the eyes...

...of James's idiot,

kid brother.

So what?

Now you k*ll civilians?

Wheres your code of honor, huh?

f*ck!

f*ck you!

You know,

there was once a time,

when I would march into battle,

proud to know...

that I was keeping civilians

like you, safe.

Knowing, that my sacrifice

allowed you to sleep peacefully

like a baby at night.

But now that I'm home,

and I've integrated

with you ungrateful people...

...I've come to recognize that

people like you...

...don't need saving.

People like you need justice.

You see,

you're a piece of sh*t...

and I'm here to clean the slate.

You're sick.

You're sick, man.

You need help.

Daniel, Daniel! Look around!

You're the one that needs

helping, my friend.

You made your decision,

and I made mine.

Fate brought us right here.

Together,

on two opposing sides.

Now, I wonder

how that came to be.

I wonder what your brother

would say now.

You dont know sh*t

about my brother or me!

What kind of sick f*cking person

does this?

What kind of sick f*cking person

steals from somebody else?

I do it to feed

my daughter, man.

Everything I make goes to her.

I can't even hold down a job,

to pay for f*cking

child support, man.

Plenty of work out there.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, that's real easy

for you to say, right?

You come back a f*cking hero.

You can coast on by with f*cking

government checks,

right?

Not me, buddy.

I'm an outcast.

I can't get a job

'cause of my record,

and I have to

f*cking fight for it,

every f*cking day!

You know,

Daniel, I hear the same things

being said all the time.

It doesn't make it right.

So that's it.

That's it, then.

You're gonna k*ll me.

Who's the bigger criminal here,

huh?

You know--

you know, Daniel,

in all my years,

you are the first one

that's made me think.

Congratulations.

f*ck your congrats!

I know what I did,

and I can live with it

knowing I tried my best

for my daughter, but you?

You? You're full of sh*t!

What do you do, huh?

You're cleaning up the streets?

You're as dirty as they come!

Alright?

And I've got news for you,

buddy.

It doesn't even matter.

Nobody's f*cking keeping score.

Least of all for

a f*cking m*rder*r like you.

Your bullshit story...

...will not make me pity you.

You know, Daniel,

you're not the first c*ck

Ive k*lled.

And I can bet

you won't be the last.

Hello?

Is there anyone home?

This is the sheriff's

department.

The windows are mostly covered,

I can't even see inside.

Let's get back to the station,

and see if we can get a warrant.

Sir?

We heard your phone.

We have probable cause

to believe that

someone in this house

is in danger,

if you do not respond

we will kick the door down.

- Evening.

-Sir, are you the owner

of this house?

This house, yes, I am.

Haven't I seen

you two here before?

Perhaps, we receive

lots of calls per day.

I see.

Is there anyone else...

here in your home, right now?

-Oh, here? No.

-Yes.

No, its just me.

-Just you, huh?

- That's right.

Well look, we've been getting

a lot of calls

about some people gone missing.

You know anything about that?

-Missing?

-Yes.

No. No, nothing.

Can we check inside?

Uh, it's honestly

a mess in there,

I'd-- I'd rather not.

Is there...

anything I can

help you two with?

You have a good night.

You too. Thank you.

-Have a great night.

-Alright, you too.

Thank you for your service, too.

-Let's go.

- I remember

that...

Yeah?

sh*t!

The only way out

is with these keys.

Try your luck if you like.

In fact,

I dare you.

-Ah!

Ah!

No! Not that, you little sh*t.

You put that down.

You have no idea what that is.

- This?

-Yeah.

Yeah?

Let me go,

or I'll f*cking smash it!

-I swear to god.

-No, no, no!

Ugh!

Okay, okay.

- Yeah?

- Okay.

Grab the keys, grab the keys,

open the door,

and you'll never see me again,

and I swear to God,

I'll put this down,

you'll never see me again.

-Just open the door.

- Okay.

- Go!

-I'm going!

Clyde Winters?

This is for my sister.

Who's your sister?

Don't sh**t, don't sh**t!

-Who the f*ck are you?

-Im a victim, Im a vi-- This--

this crazy m*therf*cker

captured me, he wants to k*ll

me, I just wanna get out,

I just wanna get out.

I just wanna get out.

I don't know you.

Get on the floor or I'll f*cking

-sh**t you, too!

- Okay, okay, okay.

-Ah!

Oh, f*ck.

You know,

just like your sister,

-following a man into hell.

Let me show you

how much it burns.

Come on, relax, little girl.

This will be over soon.

Now, let's k*ll him

before he wakes up.

Wait, what,

youre gonna k*ll him?

f*cking k*lled my sister,

and he almost

-k*lled the both of us.

-Alright.

Men like him

don't deserve to live.

Yeah. Yeah, but we got him.

Alright? Look at him,

I mean he--

he's just-- he's just

a f*cked-up vet.

-Alright?

-What the f*ck?

That's bullshit,

and you know it.

Listen, I know K*llers.

Alright? You don't

wanna be one of them.

Trust me.

What do you know, huh?

You don't know me.

I know--

I know that that you don't wanna

spend the rest of your life

in prison.

Okay? And I--

and I know that yo--

you wanna do right

by your sister.

So just think about it.

Are you willing...

to spend the rest of your life

feeling guilty

for taking somebody else's life?

Huh?

f*ck!

sh*t!

Listen, let's get the hell

out of here.

Come on, let's go.

Stay.

We're all just getting

to know each other.

I've been waiting a long time

for this, you son of a b*tch!

Is that so?

I know who you are.

I know what you're trying to do.

But you went about it

the wrong f*cking way!

What do you know? Hmm?

I know your name is

Clyde Winters.

I know you served our country.

You shut the f*ck up.

I know you had a daughter

named Rosie,

huh?

I only see an urn

for your father.

-Wheres the--

-Shut the f*ck up!

Tonight's story, in a dark

twisted turn of events,

a w*r veteran takes the law

into his own hand.

The local authorities aren't

giving us too much information

at this time.

Something's not right here.

I got you something.

-Really?

-Yeah.

You like it?

Go play, open it up.

Hey, you.

Hey.

Where'd you go?

Why, you miss me?

Maybe.

Did Kaila like her gift?

Yeah, she's playing with it now.

Careful with the shoulder.

Sorry.

It's all good.

There are multiple

traces of blood scattered

around the property.

Could there be multiple victims?

Clyde Winters has stopped over

26 thieves

from stealing packages in this

part of the neighborhood.

Bye, Daddy.

Love you.

Nice to meet you, Stacey.

Nice to meet you, Kaila.

Bye, sweetie.

Wait up, Daniel.

Great.

This wont be awkward.

Um,

this package arrived here today.

It has your name on it.

You know, if youre gonna

send things here you need

to let me know.

Thanks.

Ah, it won't happen again.

Yeah,

better not.

Police say to be on

the lookout for Clyde Winters,

the captor... of porch pirates.

What is it, Dan?