May you, Christ, who is crucified...
- ...and forgiveness. - Mom?
The Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.
What are you doin'?
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!
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.
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.
Make it fast.
Service restaurant's under repair,
so consider this treat part of your benefits package.
Thank you.
Yes?
You can show yourself out, I trust?
Hello.
Who are you?
Uh... I'm Rick.
Hungry, huh?
Uh...
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.
- Jer. - What's up?
What would you do if you had all that money?
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?
-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.
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.
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.
Like, what, for kids?
You'd be surprised.
Rich people are into some weird shit.
Mr. Malone.
Yeah.
Mr. Drayton would like a word.
Son of a bitch.
What was your name again, young man?
Uh, Rick Malone, sir.
Richard Malone, huh?
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.
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.
Um...
Are, are, are you joking?
Not in the slightest.
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.
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?
Sorry. Hi.
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.
So, what the fuck have you been up to?
Livin' the fuckin' dream.
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?
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.
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...
-Jeremy? -Bro, whoa! Relax! Relax!
This is not...
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! - -Whoa!
- Hey! - -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!
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...
Any takers?
No, nothing.
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.
So...
Is that for you?
No.
Who the fuck are you?
Here for Richard Malone.
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?
So, how did Drayton die?
Can't say.
Enjoy the ride, Mr. Malone.
Mr. Malone.
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?
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...
...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.
Every last crumb.
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."
God damn.
1787.
Hey!
Whoa.
Apologies.
Mr. Malone...
...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?
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?
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.
Jesus Christ, dude.
- You know I could have shot you, right?
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...
Look, man, um...
...I appreciate you letting me,
-you know, crash and everything. -Yeah.
-Yeah, whatever. -I, uh...
I'm just-- I'm trying to--
Like, trying?
Looks like you're doin' a lot more than trying.
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.
Rick?
What the fuck is this?
Please tell me you, like, won the lotto or something.
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.
Hey. How's it goin'?
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.
I'll take, um...
I'll take two of those Macallans.
One for me and then one for the gentleman.
You're serious?
Yes, sir.
I'll be right back.
Why did you do this to me?
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.
Something changed.
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."
Is that what I did?
Am...
...am I a sin eater?
That is the ritual Drayton had you do.
What the fuck?
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.
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.
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.
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?
No.
And what sins have you come to confess?
Uh...
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...
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.
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.
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.
Coroner's report. Photos.
Interviews taken by the Chicago police.
And... Drayton's recorded statement.
I'll leave you to it.
I already told you . She's everything to me.
Mr. Drayton, we know the truth, and you know it too.
Your wife was having an affair.
- No, no. - George. George.
Can I call you George? Look, I get it.
Hell, I'd be angry too if my wife was having an affair.
We, we all lose our temper sometimes.
You think I could do that?
You said you were angry.
And these photos definitely look like someone who's very, very angry, George.
God, no. I--
George, we know it was you.
Do the right thing. Just be a man.
Susan, I can't--
- Oh, Jesus, help me. - -Look at them, George.
You wrapped your hands around her neck
- and you squeezed until her throat cracked. - -No!
She couldn't breathe.
Oh, Susan! It wasn't her. Not Susan.
Look, this will all be over. Just admit it.
- Just admit. That's all it takes. - I didn't. I--
Just admit it, you sick fuck!
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!
And then he...
...he...
I grabbed on to her neck.
I choked her...
...until I heard her, her neck crack.
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?
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...
...and has sent the Holy Spirit among us
for the forgiveness of sinners.
Through the ministry of the Church...
...may God give you pardon and peace.
And I absolve you from your sins.
- In the name of the Father,
and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.
Go forth... and sin no more.
Father.
Thank you.
Thank you, Father.
Thank you. Thank you. Seriously.
Thank you so much. Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you, Father.
-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, 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.
I don't know.
Just, just swing by. And
remember, you promised me a drink?
All right.
We'll talk.
Rick, wait--
Anton!
You were calling for me.
I apologize. I--
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...
...maybe these will help.
Anything you need,
anything that could help with the pain, I can find.
No. No.
You can't help me.
Father? Father Eli?
Father Eli, come on.
She's all shut for the night, kid.
No. No, please. Please.
You're the only person I got.
Rick.
Please.
Please let me in. Please.
-Go home, kid. -Please, come on.
Sleep it off.
Come on, Father. Please! Please!
I knew you never cared about me!
I knew it!
You never fucking cared!
No!
Rick?
- Is that you? - Mom?
Mom?
Mom.
I'm here.
Mom?
I'm right here.
My boy.
Can you hear me now, Mr. Malone?
Come on back to us if you please.
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.
You said the, the only way to get rid of the sins is...
...to die.
Pass them along, right?
Essentially, yes.
I wanna try something.
I've never been one to trust a loophole.
They tend to leave you broken-hearted.
But... this, this could work.
I'm sure Drayton never thought of it.
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.
- Do you have someone in mind you'd like to give it to?
No. Shit.
Would you take it?
You could stop serving, and you could f-- finally have some, some... control.
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.
A former soldier could carry the burden.
Trust me...
...he can't.
He can't.
- Hey. - 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?
Everything all right, sir?
Drive fast.
Mr. Malone, would you like me to accompany you?
Just guard the door.
Hey, Jeremy?
Jeremy?
Help.
Okay.
Help.
- Hey. It's okay. - Help.
Help!
No, no.
It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
I'm so sorry.
No, no.
- Please, please. - Sir!
We can't be here.
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.
Please sit.
Tanya's dead.
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...
...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?
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?
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.
Are you ready?
Help, help. Help.
Help.
Rick?
Mom?
I'm right here.
Rick.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Mom, I'm sorry!
Mom?
I'm sorry!
I'm here.
My boy.
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?
Jeremy has already begun enjoying his new life.
I hope you will do the same.
All right, that's lunch!