Ballistic (2024) Movie Script

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[Company Logo Music]
[Company Logo Music]
[Company Logo Music]
[Company Logo Music]
[Music Playing]
[Music Playing]
[Traffic Sounds]
[Knocking]
[Car Door Slam]
What is it, Will?
I was sleeping.
He's out.
No comprende.
He's out!
You need to be a little more clear
with the way you speak, Will.
I told you this many,
many, many, many times.
I can't understand half
the shit you say sometimes.
Honestly.
Whose out?
The...
The Butcher.
[Traffic Noise]
Twenty.
For that tatty old thing?
Take it or leave it.
This hasn't been used before, has it?
Fuck you.
That's not very nice.
When is he supposed to be getting here?
We need to make a delivery.
Just bag the shit.
[Phone Ringing]
He's here.
[Snorting Sound]
So mate, how you doing?
Been some time.
Three...
years.
No visit.
Not one.
Mate, I was huh...
I was gonna' come see ya' and huh...
you know?
Why you keep fuckin' looking at him?
Just. Listen.
Three long years I waited for you to come.
I waited for my business
partner to come to see
if I was okay.
But he never showed his loyalty.
Not even once.
Butch, I...
I couldn't come see you, could I?
I had to stay here and sort the business
you know, your business.
Our business.
I had to stay here because...
I had to make some
money for when you came out.
Make money?
For who?
Well...
for you.
Obviously.
No.
You were making money for sure.
But not for me.
You were lining your own
pocket and stealing from me.
I... I... I... I wouldn't nick off
you honestly. I swear, man.
You took money from my pocket.
You stole money from my pocket.
So that you
could run
this thing.
And have these two
fucking idiots working for you
instead of me.
Nah, nah.
You've got it wrong.
You've got it wrong, honestly man.
I wouldn't... I wouldn't steal
anything from you, honestly.
Today...
you're gonna' die.
Butch, man. Mate.
I don't... I did everything
you wanted me to do.
Come one, like.
Three...
Butch!
Butch, man. Come on.
Two...
I got the money for you!
One.
[Gun Shot]
Noo!
[x2 Gun Shots]
I said you were going to die today.
And now you will.
Butch, please. Please just...
Please just don't do this.
Three long years I waited for you to come.
I even took the hit for
that whore that I killed.
You had no loyalty to me then.
And you have no loyalty to me now.
Please, I did everything I could
to just get get you out of there.
Butch, man!
[Face Smash]
It's not what you...
[Face Smash]
[Gun Loading Sound]
[Gun Shot]
[Mumbling]
[Groaning]
No, please stop!
Stop!
Come on, yeah!
[Moaning]
[Moaning Louder]
Please, stop!
Just take it!
[Mumbling]
Stop!
No stop!
[Moaning in agony!]
[Heavy Breathing]
[Moaning]
[Heavy Breathing]
No, stop!
No, stop!
[Inaudible]
You stole my money bitch, where is it?
I never took your fucking
money Butch, so fuck you!
You did Chrissy, you did.
And I fucking want it back.
Coz if I don't get it back [gun cock sound]
I'm going to fucking execute you and
leave your fucking head scattered all over
the fucking place for the cleaners to find.
You do good fucking
work for me on the streets.
You get fucked for me...
and earn me good money but in the end.
You fucking still stole from me.
Butch, I'm sorry.
So am I.
[Gun Shot]
Jimmy!
Jimmy!
Fucking Jimmy!
This seat taken love?
It's a free country isn't it?
[Pulls Out Chair]
[Clears Throat]
Not for long.
Now listen you two pound fucking whore.
You're supposed to be working.
Did I say you could take a fucking break?
I was hungry.
You get your ass out of that chair...
and go outside back on the
corner where your paid to be.
You know, because of people like you...
that...
I get to earn bonuses, outside the law.
And if people like you don't work,
then people like me don't get paid.
People like you, are the reason
that people like me get stuck out here.
Cos of people like you,
I still have a job.
If it wasn't for you and your kind,
I'd be married by now, at least.
[Detective Wilkes laughs]
Married?
Kids? I mean who
the fuck would want a whore
like you as a wife?
The kids would know that their
mum was a right fucking hooker.
You're a fucking asshole, you know that?
Yeah, well someone has to
take the shit up from the streets.
Now fuck off!
Good luck being the big
boss, now that Butch is out.
What!?
[Door Creaking]
Hey!
Hey!
Get off!
Shut it!
Now, what did you mean about Butch?
Hey!
Don't you know?
Looks like your boss is back in town.
Good luck trying to run
the place, like you own it.
The fuck you mean?
Didn't you hear?
Butch gets out today!
[Sighs]
Have fun running this
place by yourself, asshole.
[Slap Sound]
[Thud Sound]
You little fucking bitch!
Asshole, am I?
Fucked.
Fucking Bitch!
[Whispers] Butch is out.
Shit!
Fuck it man!
[Phone ringing]
[Swipes to answer ringtone]
Hello.
Yeah!
Guess what?
Huh, fucking Butch is out!
You must have fucking known before me?
Fucking idiot!
Fucking dead, telling ya'.
Aah shit!
Fucking hell!
It's alright, I'll fucking handle this.
Fucking alright!
[Traffic Sounds]
Where are you?
[Retching]
[Vomiting]
[Coughing]
[Heavy Breathing]
Not now, Will.
But, I need H.
You need a fucking slap.
I need it.
I said, I don't have any, Will.
Go and get it!
Who you barking your orders at?
Go fuck yourself!
Getting nothing from you.
Now, get away from me.
Just look at the state of you.
Do you want some water?
[Will Continues to Itch]
[Will Drinks Water]
How did you get into this mess mate?
What?
You know...
how did you get lost like this?
I don't know.
Yes you do.
I remember when I took my first hit...
I didn't know my own
fucking name for three days.
Huh... like a real bad man.
Hmm.
Yeah.
The come down, that wasn't funny.
To do it again and again.
Wasn't long before...
my dad disowned me.
My sister left...
and after that,
she was murdered.
Butch was the one that killed her.
Shot her in the face...
completely obliterated her skull.
I went to the funeral.
I was cast out by the,
narcissistic Family Blood Line, you know.
Did you see her?
It was a closed casket funeral.
I was told she was unrecognizable
from the bullet wound.
So, after we buried her...
I left and never went back.
Never saw them again.
Went back and crawled
into me black hole of...
depression.
Addiction you know.
Even worse than before...
just to,
try and deal with the pain.
Were you two close?
Well...
sometimes she could carry off like a
hippo-potto-rhino cunt, you know... but...
generally speaking, we were
pretty close growing up, Chrissy and I.
But, you know
She'd grow up,
grow older...
we also grew apart, you know.
Shit happens.
I heard she...
got involved with rich men, for money.
She did whatever she could
to try and survive, you know.
In the end...
she sold her soul,
for some loose change...
and a bullet to the face.
That's a terrible way for any
girl to live her if you ask me.
Well, later on...
found her she had another
a astounding brainwave.
Got involved in drug running of all things.
[huff] Brilliant, you know.
She fucked up on a delivery.
Never made it to its final destination.
What happened?
Only Chrissy knows the true story
of what happened to those drugs.
It was a seventy grand drop off, Will,
that never got where it was supposed to go,
and for that
cost her her life.
Seventy grand?
Seventy G's, Will.
That worth dying for?
This is why I keep tellin' ya this, man.
Gotta get off this shit.
Stop fiending.
Go cold turkey.
How?
Listen...
you'll find a way, mate.
If you want change...
you'll definitely find a way.
What you doing?
Where you going, man?
Fuck off!
[tense music]
You got my shit?
Tomorrow...
this needs to be double.
Scott, I can't.
Listen, you freshy fuck.
What did I say?
Double by tomorrow...
or I'm gonna hang you
by your fuckin' balls, lad.
Understand?
Yes.
I don't have any money.
What did you hand him?
Nothing.
Don't fucking lie to me.
What did you hand him?
An envelope.
And what was in it?
Nothing.
Nothing was in the envelope.
I'm going to ask you one more time,
real nice.
Pretty please.
With fuckin' bells on it.
What was in the envelope?
If I'm gonna tell you, he's gonna kill me.
You don't tell me, I'll fucking kill you!
Speak.
Money.
Money.
Hm hmm.
Yeah, he comes everyday
to collect money from me.
Whats the money for?
Selling drugs.
Selling drugs.
And what time are you
meeting him tomorrow?
I swear if I'm gonna tell
you, he's gonna kill me.
That would be my job...
alright?
Speak.
Come on, you can do it.
Speak.
I don't know, you need to let me go!
Tell me, now.
Tell me!
[music playing]
[Beck yells]
Here, Papi.
[tense music]
Yeah, yeah. I know. I understand.
Yeah, well... just a few more calls...
and it'll all be sorted.
Yeah...
by tomorrow.
Fine.
Cheers.
Alright, sweetheart?
I'm afraid you're on the wrong bridge.
Does it matter?
Of course it matters.
This isn't your part of
town to play in, is it?
So how much have you earned?
What, is that it?
Why'd you care how much I made?
Like I said...
it ain't my part of town.
I can make what I want,
I'm not breaking any rules.
Well, no. That's where you're wrong.
Just by being here...
is breaking the rules.
You gotta pay to play, Papi.
Fuck off.
[tense music looms]
Fucking fiends.
Snorting cooking powder.
[car boot slams]
What, crackhead?
You want your daily dose?
Well, you can wait til' the evening
like the rest of the crackheads.
I ain't no crackhead...
and you don't know me.
Yeah...
I know you.
You were the...
fuckin' drugged out crackhead that I
sold a bag to on the corner last week.
Get the fuck out my way.
Like I said...
you don't know me.
[knife stab]
[elbow thud to face]
[Kyle in agony]
Chrissy.
Do you remember her?
Hey?
Do you remember raping her?
Hey?
Do you?
Do you remember what you did to my sister?
Fuck you!
Fuck you, is it?
Listen, boy!
I got a little surprise for you.
Hey?
[knife stabbing continues]
Does it feel like it did...
when you put that little
fuckin' maggot inside my sister?
[stabbing continues]
[heavy breathing]
Chrissy sends her love.
She'll be waiting for ya'.
Sorry! Hey watch it, dick!
What the fuck is this?
[road noises]
[car pulling up]
[Clive whispers to Butch]
Butch!
Good to see you out.
Clive...
long time.
Hmm.
[punch sound]
Fuck!
Not once, Wilkes.
Not even once.
I guess I deserved that, yeah.
But come on, what was I supposed to do?
I'm a fuckin' detective, aren't I?
I can't just walk into
a high security prison
and say can I have a beer
with ya, come on mate.
Eight to twelve months, you said.
I was in that shit hole for three years.
Three fuckin' years!
Got you out, didn't I?
Yeah, you did.
You stuck to your word.
Even though it took longer than expected.
Who knows I'm out?
Not many.
Dragovich?
The Albanian's? Anyone?
Nah.
No one.
I believe err...
Kyle took a hit didn't he?
Nobody wants to know
about that piece of shit.
Is the um...
Shipment ready for supply?
Yeah just...
couple of phone calls and uh err...
it's all set.
Go make your calls then.
I got a business to run, hurry the fuck up!
[Phone Ringing]
You fucked me, Wilkes.
And after fucking everything I did for
you, you had me locked in a fucking cage.
You took my money...
you treated me like a bitch.
Just like, a fucking snake.
[Gun shot]
After everything I did for you...
and you break my trust, just like that?
Does anyone know you're here?
No.
It's not what you think,
you made a mistake Butch.
You're a fucker!
You ate at my table.
You ate my mother's fucking
food, and this is how you betray me.
Look!
I, I did my best.
Did you hear that fucking thing?
Right!
I didn't hear no shit...
You know it.
Don't you fucking listen?
He's a fucking pig, I
don't hear their shit.
You see this this?
This is how everyone should fucking be...
he don't fucking hear
nothing, he don't see nothing,
and he keeps his fucking mouth shut.
Especially when it's my business...
and you know what,
this is my fucking business.
Butch, nooo!
[Gun shot]
[music playing]
[music continues to play]
[music continues to play]
[traffic sounds]
Beck!
Long time honey, you okay?
Where's that cocksucker, Candy?
Who, Wilkes?
Butch.
I dunno...
last I heard he came out two days ago.
What about Wilkes?
Hes long gone by now.
Gone where?
Not where...
when.
Butch has probably killed him.
Killed him?
Yeah...
shot him most likely,
I don't know but...
hes dead...
for sure.
Why's he on a killing spree?
Because a lot of people thought
he was gonna be locked up for good.
So they took over his
bullshit drug business.
Made all the money they could, but...
Butch got out earlier than expected...
thanks to our now dead Detective.
Butch found out he took
all of his money and well...
and now they're dead...
or at least about to be, very dead.
Candy, where can I find him?
You know what he went in for, right?
That's why I'm here.
So why you out looking for him?
You need to be gone...
far.
And when you do go...
you need to stay gone.
Because if you don't...
you'll be gone, just like everyone
else who crosses Butch' path.
You know, don't you?
You need to tell me!
Why?
So you can end up dead like the others!
No.
I'm not gonna tell you.
I see something in you, Beck.
You're not like the rest of us.
Homeless, sure but...
you never let the drugs take over.
I always liked that about you.
You stayed out of
everyone's business and look...
you're safe.
For the moment anyway.
Butch know I'm coming after him?
Not yet, but...
when he does...
I'm sure he'll wanna talk to you...
with his gun.
Likewise.
Hey, Candy!
Yeah?
You're too good for this.
Get off these streets.
Promise me.
I will.
Tell your dad I said hey.
Hm hmm.
This is all I've got, you know?
No one gives a shit about me...
not even my dad.
Where the fuck are ya' you fuckin' junkie.
Oi, junkie!
You better have my money.
Otherwise I'm gonna
hang you by your balls, lad.
Junkie?
Listen...
you can take the drugs.
I just want my money.
Look...
I'll leave the bag on the side.
Just come out. and I won't
put a fuckin' hole in your head.
Junkie?
Money!
Where is it?
[thud sound]
[punches to abdomen]
[kicking sounds]
Does it tickle?
Is that nice?
Hey?
[Scott agonizing in pain]
[Scott continues agonizing in pain]
[bone crack sound]
Princess.
No ones answering.
So, what? None of these
motherfuckers want to talk then?
Go out there...
get me a whore and get her to talk!
Don't you think that's a fuckin' idea?
I got a better idea.
What?
I bring one right here.
You're not bringing a
fuckin' whore to my house.
No witnesses.
No fuckin' witnesses? Everyone
knows where I fuckin' live!
These whore are thick!
They go wherever the cash is.
So what am I supposed
to do? Just fuckin' leave?
Just don't be here.
Trust me, let me deal with this.
You got it?
You got it?
You're gonna fuckin' killer that's
what you're gonna fuckin' do like.
Give you my word. I wont kill her.
Alright?
You just gonna talk to her?
Just talk.
I want her alive.
Clive! I want her alive!
I got this! Trust me.
Aye. It's Clive.
You get that one called Candy.
[traffic sounds]
Fuck you, Hill Billy!
Hello?
Okay. On my way.
[door knocking]
Ah! Don't kill her, don't
kill her, don't kill her.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Focus!
Just, just, just...
gimme the details,
that's all I want at this time.
I don't know what you're talkin' about!
Details!
Just gimme the fuckin' details!
What details?
It's alright.
You work the streets...
yeah?
Good little girl, right?
Just tell me what you heard.
Tell me what you heard,
that's all I wanna know. Okay?
I don't know what you're talkin' about!
[punch sound]
You're running out of lives, real fast.
Just give me the fuckin' details, alright?
Listen...
tell me what ya' heard.
Okay?
Just tell me what ya' heard on the
street, that's all I fuckin' wanna know.
Just end this now.
Please! Tell me!
Please, don't.
Don't.
Tell me!
Butch!
What about him?
He's out!
What else?
Nothing!
What else?
Dead!
Whose dead?
All of you.
[thud sound]
Fuckin' hell. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm not. It's okay, it's okay.
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
No, no. It's fine, it's fine.
It's fine, it's okay.
It's okay, I got you.
You're good, I got ya, I got ya'.
I got you, I got you, I got you.
You're good, you're good!
You're dead!
You're good, that's good, that's good.
[neck snap]
It's good.
Easy. That's it.
That's it.
That's it.
Oh shit!
Ah shit, ah shit. I killed her. Fuck.
Ah shit.
Oh fuck!
Oh shit!
Ah fuck, what'd you do?
Ah shit, what'd you do?
Ah shit!
[music playing]
[retching]
[coughing]
[continues coughing]
[spitting]
So...
what she say?
Well, not much really.
She's alive, right?
Yeah, of course.
You fucking idiot!
You did dispose of the body properly, now!
Of course, I'm a fuckin' professional!
Really?
So that's why we all gonna fuckin' die now
aren't we because of
this fuckin' cunt ermm...
Deck?
Beck. Beck, yeah.
He's the one whose
fuckin' whore sister I killed.
Yeah, it doesn't really narrow it, mate.
You know how many we've wiped off the grid?
Does it fuckin' matter?
Who gives a fuckin' shit?
Shes fuckin' maggot food.
Shes fuckin' dust for us.
You really think he's the ones behind this?
Uhh.
I hear he's ex-military so.
Ex-military...
I am military.
You fuckin' military
If you were fuckin' military,
you would of have had
that fuckin' snowball already
fuckin' dead wouldn't ya.
We got a fuckin' homeless fuckin' junkie
running around killing my fuckin' men.
Disrupting my business, and
what the fuck are you doing?
On about I'm fuckin' ex-military.
Why don't you get off your fuckin'
ass, and fuckin' go out there find him...
bring him back here,
and I'll fuckin' deal with.
Go ahead.
And don't fuck this up.
Come on man, got places to be,
people to see you fuckin' around?
Yeah yeah, I'm almost done.
You know I ain't paying for this
car if it's not right, cuz last time...
the check engine was still on.
Yeah but...
the engine's faulty.
What do you expect, of
course its gonna be on.
Are you a fuckin'
mechanic, or a bullshitter?
[intense music]
[Face thud]
[Max screams]
Fuck!
[punch sound]
[Beck and Max struggle]
[Thud from pipe]
[Max grunts]
Fuck you!
[pipe smashing skull]
[final thud to skull]
What have you got for me?
Few bits of information...
nothing solid.
Look at them.
A fuckin' rat race.
Sauntering down the road, not
giving a shit to the person next to them.
That's the world mate...
ain't nothing gonna change.
If I had every single
bullet in the world...
still wouldn't be enough
to take out every single,
one of these disease ridden fucks!
We are the disease, Clive...
we're the disease.
We fuck!
We create!
We fuck more, we create
more than we need too.
It won't be long before Mother
Nature decides to eradicate us all.
There'll be nothing left...
nothing left but the Earth itself.
Hm hmm.
That's way we do, what we do Benj.
Cleanse the world...
one person at a time.
Do what you gotta do.
You got it boss.
[music playing]
[music playing]
[[chuckling]
[laughing]
[exhale]
[music continues]
[screaming anguishedly]
[sobbing]
[continues sobbing]
[whinging loudly]
[screaming loudly]
[snorting]
[music playing]
You could of just asked you know.
What?
If you were thirsty.
Instead of stealing it...
just ask.
Sorry.
I don't have any money.
Its fine.
Just take it.
Are you sure?
Yeah, go on.
Hey!
You know something...
that's how we can
change the world you know.
Just...
one random act of kindness, at a time.
Thank you so much.
You're welcome.
Got him.
Orders.
[on phone] Bring him to me.
Copy that.
[music plays]
[punch]
[heavy breathing]
[kick sound]
I've been looking for you.
[grunting]
[heavy breathing]
Boss wants to see ya.
I don't have a boss...
you have a boss.
Cuz you're a little bitch.
Aargh.
[kick thud]
[punch]
Fuck you.
Fuck you!
[thump]
[punch]
[punch]
[punch]
[punch]
[screeching punch sound]
[knee thud]
[spitting sound]
[exhale]
[groaning]
Fucking bum.
[headbutt sound]
[screaming]
[screaming in pain]
[scuffling]
[painful screams]
[loud screams]
[screaming]
[heavy breathing]
[punch]
[heavy breathing]
[chuckling]
[snapping sound]
[spit]
[music subsides]
Motherfuckers.
[exhale]
[clears throat]
Yeah.
Yeah.
Talk to me.
He fuckin' killed him...
he's fucking killed Benj.
I'm gonna fucking kill him...
I'm gonna fucking kill him!
[exhale]
[inhaling]
[heavy breathing]
[music playing]
[heavy breathing]
Will?
[inhale]
Hello.
Where am I?
Oh shit!
How did I get here?
I brought you here.
When?
Earlier.
Saw you in the grass, sleeping.
I wasn't sleeping mate...
I was unconscious.
Whatever it was...
I picked you up.
Thought you needed help...
I thought you were off the drugs?
You got any?
Haaa, that's my cue to get out of here.
How come you've got
this car, if it doesn't work?
Cuz it's somewhere for me to
get me head down, you dickhead.
Doesn't it get cold in here?
Well...
yeah it gets cold, yeah but...
not as cold as it does out there.
[inhale]
Keeps me safe and sheltered
from all you, spunk junkies out there.
Hmm, like me?
It's all right...
I've been on the streets long
enough to know how to survive.
[exhale]
Surviving is one thing Will...
livings another.
No one deserves to be
on the streets mate...
we just don't deserve that.
We don't deserve anything Beck...
none of us do.
What we do deserve though...
is...
freedom.
Freedom for the choices that we make.
Look I made my choice...
that's why I'm here.
And you made yours...
that's why I saw you there,
lying unconscious,
in the grass.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah it was my choice mate.
And whats this?
You need that to finish
the job you started.
And where did you find this from, William?
You're not the only one who's got access,
to these kind of things Beck.
There's some perks
to living on the streets.
I know what the Butcher did,
to Chrissy,
it was unforgivable.
Still is mate.
Still is.
Still is.
But after tonight...
with that,
hopefully you can...
get rid of the pain,
that you've been holding.
And more importantly...
Chrissy would want you
to let go of that pain too.
Its hard, Will...
especially,
after what he did,
to me and my family.
But you've got no choice,
Beck.
You either kill,
the ones who took from you.
And...
yeah live a, live a,
peaceful rest of your life.
Or...
you become the one,
that takes from people.
Become the monster yourself...
uh.
It's your choice.
[cocks gun]
[punch]
[punch]
[screeching punch sound]
Butch! Butch!
Let me go!
It's me brother, it's me,
it's me, it's me, it's Clive.
Stop it!
It's me brother.
Jesus Christ.
Jesus Christ!
Fucking hell.
Up, up, up.
[groaning]
Jesus.
[mumbling]
What?
You got something to say, then say it!
Nothing!
Cut your fucking lies, Clive!
I am sick...
and fucking tired, of people
trying to over run this city.
Fucking small bitches like you, trying
to take over my city, well this is my city!
Answer me this Clive...
[exhale]
Are you trying to fuck me over?
No, Sir!
[heavy breathing]
Why are you here?
I work for you
always have,
always will.
So you're loyal to me?
Always.
Then why...
haven't you found Beck yet?
Why are people trying to kill me?
[sobbing]
We tried everything we can...
we don't know where he is!
Where's Benji?
Benji...
he's dead.
We'll get him...
We'll get him!
[music]
[intense music]
[pots and pans sound]
[pot scrapes]
Woah!
Where's Butch, Gordan Ramsey?
[thud sound]
[heavy breathing]
[kettle smash sound]
[heavy breathing continues]
[punch thud]
Come on!
Come on!
[Clive laughs]
[thud sound]
[Clive continues to laugh]
[heavy thud]
Oh shit!
[both men grunting]
[heavy floor thud]
[Beck agonizes in pain]
[heavy breathing]
[both men grappling]
[grunting sounds]
[heavy punch sounds]
[both men continue to grunt]
[thrust sound]
[heavy breathing]
[intense music]
Aargh!
[thud sound]
[both men scrapping]
[knife stab sound]
[grunting continues]
[heavy breathing]
[Clive coughing up blood]
[heavy breathing continues]
[punch thud]
[heavy breathing continues]
[Clive struggling to breathe]
[heavy breathing continues]
Send me a postcard.
[splice sound]
[Beck sighs with relief]
[heavy breathing]
[Beck crying]
[heavy breathing continues]
[heavy breathing continues]
[deep inhale]
[intense music]
[intense music continues]
[Beck falls]
[intense music stops]
[panting]
[both men grappling]
[grunting]
[intense music continues]
[thud]
[whack]
[thump sound]
[scream]
[whacking sound]
[intense thud]
I don't fuckin' need this!
I'll fuckin' do you like
I fuckin' did Chrissy!
Do you fuckin' understand, ya bastard!
[punching sound]
[grunting]
You!
[intense punches continue]
[spitting]
You fucker!
[heavy breathing]
Aah...
You fuckin' motherfucker!
I... run this fuckin' city!
And you...
piece of fuckin' homeless
fuckin' junkie tryna' take my town!
Over what?
Some fuckin' whore?
Your fuckin' sister, but you know what?
She fuckin' made me
money pal, you know how?
She' sucked mens fuckin' nuts dry!
So whats why I...
don't give a fuck like!
I'm the biggest...
and the baddest
motherfucker in this fuckin' city!
Why don't you go...
[gasping for air]
The fuck you standing up!
[panting]
Think we might be
suffering with bit of a...
inflated ego there, Butch.
Nothing like a bit of modesty, is there eh?
I love me, who do you love?
[heavy punch]
[hawk tuah]
[both men grappling]
Aaah!
[heavy punches]
[assault continues]
Aaah!
Come here, you motherfucker!
[both men struggling]
[elbow thud]
Come here, bastard!
Come on!
[bullet shot]
Aaah! Aah!
Aah...
[gasping]
[eerie music]
[gasping]
[panting]
I'm sorry...
what do you want?
Well, I certainly don't
wanna give you a fuckin' kiss.
I didn't mean to kill Chrissy.
Please!
Please!
Didums...
didums...
Please don't!
Didums!
Please, don't kill me!
[exhale]
For every one...
that you hurt!
For every one...
that you killed!
God...
may forgive you!
But I won't!
I may be the one...
holding this weapon!
I may be the one...
with my finger on the trigger!
But every single
person that you killed...
stands here right now!
To pull...
this trigger...
with me!
Are you ready?
Lights out, Buckaroo!
Pick...
your...
God!
[bullet shot]
[sad music plays]
I thought revenge, would bring me peace...
but it's left more of a void.
I realized that...
emptiness will remain.
The weight of what I've done...
presses down on me...
crushing me.
In an act of vengeance...
I've become a shadow...
of the person, I once was.
Yet, in all this darkness...
I can see...
a small...
sliver...
of light.
[hard exhales]
[crying]
Aaaah!
[breaking down]
[screaming]
[continues crying]
Nooo!
[gun shot]
[sad music continues playing until end]