Dig (2022) Movie Script
1
[Scott]
I mean how goddamn long has she
been gone this time?
Three hours past curfew.
See I am-- I--
I'm done with this bullshit.
I am gonna do it.
I am gonna bolt lock her in her
room.
I told her, I said
I'm gonna nail the windows shut.
and I'm gonna bolt lock her
with a combination lock
and only I have the
combination, okay?
I'm done.
[Linda]
Just calm down, Scott.
Don't tell me to calm down.
Where the hell are we going?
-Now just turn here.
-Where?
Right up the road.
-I mean it's a dead end.
-No, no, there.
-Huh?
-Go there.
You're not gonna do anything
crazy, right?
But still
You got a job to do...
You just wait right here.
[indistinct chattering]
Ain't gonna let you in
Until your life is through
Put you to bed
And put you to sleep
The price is too high...
-Jane Elizabeth Brennan.
-Dad?
-Yeah.
-What the fuck
are you doing here?
I could ask you the same
question.
-Chill out, Dad.
-Hey, shut the fuck up,
lover boy.
-I'm not going anywhere
with you.
-[Scott] The hell you're not.
Oh!
Did you just kiss my kid in
front of me?
Man, in some countries,
I could beat you to death
in the middle of the street
then get a fucking medal.
You understand?
-Now take your little arm
off my daughter,
-What the fuck--
-Back the fuck off.
-...are you doing?
Thank you.
-And you, little lady,
are coming home.
-Stop!
-Hey!
-Come on!
Why aren't you doing anything,
you bitch?
Let me go!
You can't do this!
Scott, did you have to wrangle
her up like cattle?
-Let's just hope she ain't
pregnant.
-Let me go!
-Hey!
-Get off!
Let me go!
-How did you even find me?
-You don't think I track
your phone?
-Oh, thank you so much
for the trust, Dad. I'm 16!
-Sixteen!
-You hear me?
-Everyone just shut the fuck up!
-Oh, my God, is that like...
-You would embarrass me like
that...
-All of my friends--
-You don't have a boyfriend
first of all.
-[Linda] Take it down a notch.
-[Jane] Yes, I do.
Second of all, those are
assholes
you'll never see again
in your life.
-[Linda] I will never bring--
-[car honking]
Kidding, the guy
just cut me off! Christ!
Let it go, it doesn't matter.
Excuse me!
That guy could've killed us,
all right?
-Jesus!
-God, Dad. Yeah, I'm fine.
[Scott] Hey, I get 60 miles
on this truck. Now if I don't...
-Oh, my gosh, you're 60 miles.
-...get us all home--
[Scott] All right, silence!
I'm gonna get some gas.
-[sighs] Un-fucking-believable.
-Scott, do not get out
of this car.
I gotta get gas.
Evening.
How you doing tonight?
You havin' a good night?
There a problem?
No, no, not if you,
understand that we all live
in a world of assholes,
-I... I don't have any problem
with that.
-All right, I got it.
So you're one of those tough
guys, right?
-You wanna prove everything--
-You understand I got a family
in here.
-You cut me off!
-Prove things to people.
A blatant fucking cut off, pal!
There's no other way
to interpret it, is there?
You cut me off, and I have
family in my car,
I'm just saying.
-Let's take it easy.
-Get back in the car.
You know... you know what,
you know what?
-Hey, you wanna do this?
-[Scott] No.
-[Jane] Dad.
-I just want an apology.
-Dad.
-I just want a fucking apology.
-Yeah, yeah, get back
in the car.
-Dad, stop it.
...apology, I... Get back!
Fuck away
from my fucking family!
-Hey, girls, get in the car.
-You picked the wrong guy.
-Fuck!
-Whoa, whoa. Okay, okay.
-Dad!
-[shouting and arguing]
-What are you doing?
-[gun firing]
No, no, no.
Honey, honey, honey, honey,
honey.
Stay with me, honey.
Oh, my God, oh, my God,
call an ambulance.
[muffled] Call an ambulance!
Call and ambulance!
[normal voice]
Jesus! Call an ambulance!
I can't hear!
I can't hear you!
[engine revving]
Realize
Baby, you've got to realize
I love you
All of my love is greater
And I need you more
Than what love is worth
At once
Realize, realize I love you
Yeah
What now, what now, baby
Realize
The love
For you is more greater
Than all the things
In the world
In the world today,
The nights
My mind is made
Made up, yeah
But now, but now
As I think
A mistake, yeah
Yeah, yeah, realize, yeah
Hey, doc? What's the word?
How's my girl?
Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Brennan,
but she still isn't talking.
It'll resolve itself.
When? I mean, Christ, man,
she's been like talk--
been like this for over a year.
She hasn't said a word.
-She said anything to you?
-No.
-You sure?
-It's just trauma.
But even her hearing,
it hasn't even changed
unfortunately.
You know 10% left, 3% right.
Oh, about that,
look what I found.
I found this cochlear of this--
this implant thing, right?
It's a implanted device
surgically designed.
This thing
could double her hearing.
I mean it could give her
a shot at a normal life, right?
Look, I consider you a friend
at this point
and I know you're trying to
make sense of everything
and I don't mean to be rude.
But you can't afford it, Scott.
It's $30,000.
You gotta try it,
you gotta stop fighting it
and use the sign language.
I mean, stop fucking around
with the notepads.
I know it's not what you
wanna hear.
You'll get through it,
I mean, time heals.
-Uh-huh.
-Yeah, just practice,
now.
Hey, squirrel.
Let me get the door for ya.
I got it.
Hey, uh...
Hey?
You sure you don't wanna go on
that trip with your friends?
[muffled]
Trip, your friends...
[normal voice] I mean,
it could be good for you.
Come on.
Hey, just talk to me.
I'm trying here.
[in sign language]
[Scott grunts]
[Scott]
About this long weekend...
Look, uh, I'm going fishing.
I need to clear my head
and I don't feel comfortable
leaving you alone
at the house.
[in sign language]
Yeah, I know how old you are.
Just, uh, you know,
I thought maybe,
we could go up together
and I can show you
where my old man took me.
You know, it will be like a...
a new family tradition.
Yeah, okay.
I better tell Pablo
a couple of things,
a little last minute stuff.
You wanna come
wait inside with me?
[in sign language]
Yeah, yup.
All right, stay there.
[wrench torquing]
She hates me.
I'm sorry, boss,
she's confused.
Ah... I told her go,
be with your friends
on some fucking trip,
she don't wanna go.
You just can't win.
You know, sometimes I wonder,
you know,
what the hell would Linda do,
what would she say.
Yeah.
All right, good talk, Pablo.
-Hey, by the way,
you have a customer there.
-Got it.
Hey, Scott Brennan.
How can, uh,
how can I help you?
-I'm Vic.
-Okay.
Yeah, I heard you are
the man in town
to talk to for a strip
and a demo, Mr. Brennan.
Yeah so...
I guess they're right.
Yeah, well,
I guess you let your work
speak for itself, huh.
I have a, uh, client in
need of a quick turnaround.
Oh, yeah? Well, okay.
Maybe we can help you.
What, uh,
what kind of job is it?
Oh, it's pretty standard.
In fact, he even
has a specific list of tools
that he likes to bring along.
We have a jack hammer,
auger,
uh, post hole diggers,
and a wheelbarrow.
So I guess we're doing some
digging then?
Honestly, I got no clue.
All I know is it is some sort
of fucked-up divorce thing.
-You see. uh, my guy.
-Yeah.
He gets his hands stuck in the
proverbial cookie jar,
now the old lady is out for
fire and brimstone.
She hires a detective,
busts my buddy.
I mean, she gets everything,
even the dog, even the ranch.
You know, she's one of them
feminazi types.
I mean, she gets his balls in
the blender
and the only button she knows
is puree.
His plan is to have a crew come
out and strip all of his fancy
cabinetry,
hardware, the nines, while he
still owns.
I don't know, I mean,
Jesus, that's a lot to...
think about.
You say this is
a buddy of yours?
It sounds a little mixed up,
I get it,
but I checked it out with some
fancy pants lawyer
and it's all good.
I mean, it's his shit,
she just gets the house,
so it's a... you know,
it's a loophole, right?
I guess
that's what they call it.
Look, uh, I appreciate you
coming in,
but I'm gonna have to pass.
My guy is prepared to pay your
entire fee
and let you keep everything you
salvage
and believe you me,
there is a lot of premo shit
in there, Brennan.
[funky music plays]
Tell you what, why don't I go
up there next week,
have a look around when I get
back from my trip
and see what, uh,
see what we're dealing with.
Damn. It's just,
it's just not gonna work for us.
See the client needs it done
this weekend.
Oh, well, shit, then like
I said, I'm gonna have to pass.
I got plans with my daughter.
Well, that do sound like some
good plans.
Another ten when the job
is done.
Now listen, one more thing,
don't touch the walls,
just strip and dig, right?
Groove me baby
Groove me baby
-Huh, it's a lot of money.
-We got a deal?
[upbeat music playing]
[Victor over the phone] Hello?
[business man over phone]
Yo, man, you around?
Kinda. What's up?
[business man]
Yeah, we got a little problem
out here in the desert.
[groaning]
Oh, shit. What now?
[Victor]
Please tell me it ain't
that cockhound
fucking cousin of hers,
I took care of him.
He ain't gonna say a shit.
Someone's moving in.
Oh. When?
[business man] Think they start
Monday morning.
Sending you a local referral
to handle this shit.
All right.
[whimpering and struggling]
Oh, well, time's up buddy.
-[gun firing]
-[thumping]
-What the hell, Vic?
-What?
You said I could get
the next one.
Why are you in your underwear?
Baby, I told you three, four
times now.
Blood don't wash out of shit.
Especially colors.
I have to super soak
the fucking tighty-whities
in bleach as is just to look
like I'm not on my period.
But anyways, babe, listen
we gotta go back to the desert.
-Fuck that. I ain't going
back there.
-No, I know, I know.
But you know,
it's a whole fuckin' thing.
We don't have a choice.
Let's just get dressed,
come on,
I'll explain in the car.
I said, no.
Baby, you trust me, right?
I mean...
Hey, I'm looking out
for number one and why is that?
-'Cause your number one's me.
-That's right.
Now I promise, I'mma let you do
the next one, okay?
-Promise?
-Mm-hmm.
Mmm.
I'm taking the boom box.
Come on back here.
Five minutes.
Don't give me that look, Jane.
[in sign language]
[sighing]
It's good money.
[in sign language]
Spying on us, huh.
You're pretty good with that
lip-reading stuff. Look...
this could really help get
close to that procedure,
you know.
[in sign language]
You're coming with us.
A little hard work
will do you some good,
take your mind off things,
right?
Look, I'll set you up with a
little, uh,
sleeping bag inside
the house, okay?
Me and Pablo do all the camping
and then, uh...
we'll strip the fixtures and...
I ought to take you fishing.
Yeah?
Could be fun.
[upbeat music playing]
You need a helping hand
To get your feet
Off the ground
You need a helping hand
Yeah
To get your feet
Off the ground
Get your feet
Off the ground
Ain't gonna lie to you,
Baby
You say you, you say
You need a helping hand
So get your feet
Off the ground, yeah
You need a helping hand
[Scott] Okay.
Yeah
All right,
let's go check it out.
[Scott grunts]
[distant dogs barking]
[ominous music playing]
[Pablo] Weird.
-[in sign language]
-Pretty nice patio
for such a shitty house.
All right. All right, let's see
what we're dealing with here.
Jesus.
Whoa, whoa.
Hold up, kid.
Wow.
Jesus.
-All right.
-[squeaking, clanging]
Oh, fuck. Looks like
the utilities were cut.
Ah, damn it.
Looks like you're camping
with us, kid.
I don't know.
[floorboard creaking]
-[bottles clink]
-[Scott] Hey, don't move!
Hey, hey, hey!
-Get off of me, man.
Get off of me!
-Calm down.
Take it easy.
What are you doing here?
-Just looking
for somewhere to sleep.
-All right.
-Call the cops.
-No! Or... or don't.
-[panting]
-[in sign language]
Jane, the guy broke in here.
I got to report it.
[in sign language]
-Yeah.
-[in sign language]
[muffled] She wants to know
your name.
[muffled] Tommy.
[normal voice] My name is Tommy.
[in sign language]
[Scott exhales]
[Tommy] If you're asking
if I'm hungry,
the answer is yes.
Mm.
I haven't eaten in days.
[Scott] Okay, son, we, uh,
we got work to do.
Me? Las Cruces.
-[grunts softly]
-[keypad clacking]
[birds chirping]
[laughs] Yeah,
warrants will do that.
[chuckles] I'm no outlaw.
Just stole a car.
[Scott] Just a car?
Police came around
asking for me,
so I got on a bus,
and that was that.
Yeah. Hitched some of the way.
Sometimes, jumped trains.
Nah. Fear ain't my problem
as much as loneliness is.
Eventually, you get used
to not being hurt.
We ain't missing out on much.
Way I figure it, most people
ain't got much to say anyhow,
and if they do,
it ain't worth listening to.
[objects clattering]
-Is that your dad there?
-[grunts]
[exhales]
You like working with him?
Now that's something
you shouldn't take for granted.
Never knew mine.
Every day I wonder
who the man was.
All right, guys.
I'm gonna have to ask you
to move on, okay?
I can't have you
on my work site. Insurance.
I understand.
Thanks for not calling the cops.
And the meal.
Best you be moving along now.
[chuckles] No,
I can't accept that.
Your hospitality is enough.
[tin box clattering]
[birds chirping]
Found all sorts of stuff
on the road.
-[tin box closes]
-[Scott] Time to go.
[Tommy] Here.
All right.
Perfect.
[Scott] So long.
["It's Good"
by Jack Hammer playing]
It's good, good, good, good
So good
Good, good, good, you do
Good, good, good, it's good
So good, feels good
What I'm talking about
It's wonderful
-Good, good
-Fall to love her
-Good, good
-Happiness
-Good, good
-It's happy you know
-Good, good
-It's good, so good
Feels good
What I'm talking about
-It's paradise
-Good, good
-So divine
-Good, good
-All for nothing
-Good, good
-Yours as mine
-Good, good
It's good, so good
Feels good
What I'm talking about
It's good for you
-[thudding]
-[music stops]
Whoa. Honey, honey, honey, whoa.
No walls.
[muffled] No walls, honey.
[in sign language]
[muffled] No, it's fine.
[normal voice] It's fine,
squirrel.
[in sign language]
Yeah, yeah, go ahead.
Go ahead.
Damn it. The one fucking thing
the guy told us not to do.
[flies buzzing]
There goes all that money.
There's no way that guy
and his client's gonna let us
keep it now.
Scott, look.
[suspenseful music playing]
Holy fuck, man.
[Pablo]
We got to call the cops, man.
It's a stash house.
-[thud]
-I don't know, man.
They know who we are,
they know who I am.
Call the cops... [sighs]
...it's a bad idea.
Then what?
[sighs] I'm gonna go to town
and get some plasters and paint.
We're gonna cover this shit up
as best we can.
What other choice do we have?
Just, uh, hide that. Hide it.
I'll call the cops
when we go into town, okay?
-All right?
-All right.
Hey.
Okay, let's wrap this up.
["Hallelujah"
by The Sons of Rainer playing]
In this life
There are many questions
[clears throat]
Hallelujah
Do we get any answer
Or redemption
Hallelujah
[beeping]
There are so many things
That I cannot understand
-[Jane] Dad.
-Okay, okay. Don't do it!
[gunshot]
Hallelujah
Things too big to fit
Inside the mind of a man
Hallelujah
[bird squawks]
Hey, y'all playing
hide-and-seek?
Jesus.
-[Victor] Hold it right there!
-[gun cocks]
Keys, cell phone,
wallet on the table. Now!
Okay.
-S--Sure.
-[animal howling]
-[keys clattering]
-All right.
On your knees. On your knees!
[Scott] This isn't happening.
This isn't happening again.
-Hey, hey, hey, hey! Whoa, wait!
Please.
-[Victor shushing]
Hey.
You speak out of turn again,
and princess here gets it.
-O--Okay.
-You understand?
Yeah.
[Victor] Okay.
-Who is she to you?
-Huh?
[Lola] Well, obviously,
his daughter.
Oh. And him?
[Scott] He's my--
my employee, works for me.
All right.
Now let's not try
and bother a run,
'cause I won't chase you,
but her trigger finger runs
pretty quick.
Yeah, I hear you.
Good. Very good.
So here's how it goes.
We ask the questions,
and you answer 'em. Real simple.
Well, you got my kid,
I'm not going anywhere, but--
But, but, but, but what?
Why is her cheek bloody?
Well, had to yank her around
a bit, is all.
She don't listen too well.
That's 'cause she can't hear,
asshole.
[chuckles] Whoops.
-Well, that explains a lot,
don't it?
-[Lola chuckles]
[Scott] Look, just take
whatever you want.
Get out of here.
[muffled] I got
a few hundred dollars
in my wallet.
[Lola chuckling
in a normal voice]
You think we're
in these stupid-ass outfits
just to rob you off
a couple hundred bucks?
-That's rich.
-Yeah.
What we want from you
is buried underneath the patio.
Did you bring
the tools requested?
-Yeah.
-[animal howling]
You shouldn't have touched
the walls.
Man, we could have
kept this clean.
Why are we monologuing?
Let's just cap 'em.
[muffled] Let's just
fucking cap 'em.
[Victor muffled speech]
[normal voice]
Are you--are you the husband?
[Victor laughs]
We needed the cover
of a legit salvage crew
before the excavation team
arrives, you see.
You fine folks came in
and gave us the necessary tools.
Now the neighbors won't bother
to investigate the racket
we intend to make out back.
-I fucking masterminded
this shit.
-Are you done?
-I'm fucking talking, ain't I?
-God, why are you talking?
Why are you stalling?
We don't need him anymore.
You don't do the execution
while I'm talking.
Hey!
[Jane muffled gasp, cry]
-[Scott] Jesus!
-Whoo!
Oh. Oh, shit!
[panting]
-[Scott] Hold on.
-[Victor laughs]
I warned him.
I fucking warned him.
-All right, wait, wait.
-All right.
That speeds things up a bit.
-Wait. Hang on, hang on.
Wait, wait, wait!
-Here we go. What?
-You're gonna need us!
-[muffled cry]
All right, wait, hold--
hold on a second, baby.
Let's hear
what the man has to say.
You know how superstitious
about this shit I get.
Look, I don't know
what you got in there,
but I can get you to it.
Hell, we can manage just fine
without you.
Yeah?
So did you dig that hole
last time?
[panting]
You guys really know
how to operate them tools?
I mean, what happens when
the jackhammer bucks on you
'cause you hit
a rough spot, huh?
That ain't shit, daddy.
My man will just cut the wire
and start up again.
You guys done with rebar
or steel mesh?
What about brick ties, huh?
Not to mention
all them power lines
you got running
-through this whole property.
-[Victor] Fucking enough!
-[ominous music playing]
-[sighs]
[coyote chittering]
[Lola] Why are they
still alive, Vic?
I think the man made
a pretty good point, right?
I mean, he's certainly
more experienced
at this sort of business
-than either one of us.
-No, he's just trying
to save his ass.
We need to stick
to the original plan
and do the digging ourselves.
That's why we're wearing
this stupid fucking get-up
in the first place.
[muffled speech]
It's just gonna be
so fucking hard.
[Lola] You said we needed
a jackhammer, a shovel,
and a couple hours,
and we'd be outta here.
Yeah, well, I say a lot of shit.
Listen, clearly I underestimated
the gravity and scope
of this fucking undertaking,
baby.
Now, if you don't recall,
we didn't dig
that hole, Lola. No.
That was
your motherfucking cousin
who we had to kill afterwards,
okay?
You heard what he said
about all that fucking shit?
I ain't about to get
electro-motherfucking-cuted.
It's fucking bullshit,
what it is.
-Put your fucking mask back on.
-It's dark.
-We're in the kitchen.
-Oh, God.
Baby, in less
than two days' time,
they gonna come back here,
and they are gonna dig up
what's under the fucking patio.
You wanna risk going at it
fucking alone
and losing
what we came here for?
Listen, let's just put his ass
to work.
Them jackhammers
are heavy as fuck.
You're seriously not considering
keeping them alive, are you?
-Fuck you.
-Fuck you.
[gun cocks]
[Victor] All right.
We're gonna do
some spring cleaning.
[distant coyote barking]
That's enough scrubbing,
Brennan.
We're gonna wrap him up
and move him into the other room
for safekeeping.
[Scott exhales]
-Hey, what'd you just say
to her?
-Huh?
I told her
we're moving the body.
Oh, and I'm supposed
to just trust that?
She read lips much, Brennan?
Oh, I...
Okay, let's try this again.
Does she read lips?
[ominous music playing]
Yeah, I guess so.
You guess so? Okay, good.
Here's what's gonna happen
from now on.
You're gonna say your words
to her loud and clear.
Say 'em slow if you have to,
but that's the only way
you're communicating
from now on.
If I see you sign to her
like you just did,
I'm gonna play whack-a-mole
with her hands.
All right.
Now, ladies,
we're gonna dispose of, uh...
Pablo.
Thank you. Pablo.
You two can go
get to know each other,
you and me, we gotta go
to the truck to get our gear.
Come on.
[ominous music
continues playing]
-[thud]
-What's that?
An auger.
Huh. What's it do?
-Dig.
-[Victor chuckles]
What do those do?
[Scott] What's gonna happen
to us?
[Victor] Well, that depends
entirely on you.
I mean, I could give a rat's ass
whether you live or die.
All I care about
what's under that patio.
All right.
What do you got under there?
[chuckles] None of your beeswax,
buddy.
You let us worry about that.
[Lola] Wow...
boys must love you.
So I get you what you want
and you let us go?
Your lives for what's underneath
the ground, all right?
I'll even let you keep the money
in the walls 'cause
I'm such a good guy. [chuckles]
Am I making you uncomfortable?
What about now?
How about now?
What about right now?
And how do I know
I can trust you?
Well, you don't.
All right. Let's get to work.
No, it--it's late, huh.
I got floodlights.
[scoffs] Do I look like a fool
to you?
It's past permit hours.
We start drilling now,
them neighbors
just bound to call the cops.
Nah, we're gonna start
in the mornin'.
Yeah, for now I'm kinda...
I'm kinda hungry, uh...
Does that daughter of yours,
does she cook?
'Cause my bitch can't.
All she does
is get fucking takeout.
Yeah, she...
-[gun clicks]
-...she knows a little.
Good, real good.
Let's start a fire, you know?
And we'll all just camp out
like one big happy family.
You know what I mean?
Let's make this a...
a actual fun experience.
You know what they call that?
A net positive, all right?
[creaks]
Oh, how about some coffee?
No thanks.
I meant for me.
You'll have your girl do it.
[in sign language]
[Scott] Coffee.
-[in sign language]
-[Scott] Okay.
You must really think
I'm some kind of monster,
don't you, Brennan?
I don't know
what the fuck you are.
Well, no, you know,
I'm just like you.
You know, I'm a man
that's trying to survive.
I don't kill people.
I'm a businessman.
Bet she got a nice body
under all them bulky clothes.
-Oh, hell yeah, she does.
-How old is she?
She's 17.
-Oh, I remember that age.
-Yeah, me too.
-She got a boyfriend?
-Eyes off my daughter, okay?
-Okay, okay, okay.
-Whoa.
She's just playing around, shit.
Girl, she ain't 18.
[Victor] Yeah,
you stay away from her.
[indistinct speech]
[Victor] Damn, Brennan, I...
I was thinking earlier.
You were having your, like,
your little moment
of doubt and pain
and you said something,
you said,
"I can't believe
this is happening to us again."
What'd you mean by that?
[Scott] I don't think
I'm really in the mood
for campfire stories.
Well, let's try
and keep this civil.
I said talk,
and be tender with the lip.
No thanks...
Vic.
[Victor laughs]
[Victor] Ah, hey.
Yup, well... shit, surprise.
-[Victor chucklse]
-[Lola] What the fuck, Vic?
We're supposed to
keep our masks on.
Yeah, well, he fucking knows.
Well, if he knows,
then why the fuck
we wearing these masks?
Well, you wear fucking masks
when you do this shit.
[Lola] Well,
if we're doing this shit,
why aren't we wearing our masks?
[Victor] Just shut up
about the fucking masks, baby.
Your much prettier
without the mask, okay?
[clinks]
[Victor] Now that we're all
intimate and acquainted,
I'd sure like to hear
that story.
Nothing to tell.
A year back, I, uh...
got into an incident
and we got held at gunpoint.
[Lola] Oh, shit.
How'd you get in that
predicament, Daddy?
Yeah?
[Scott] I... [sighs]
...we were out looking for Jane.
[Victor] We?
Yeah, my wife, Linda.
-That's a plot twist.
-Wow.
We'd tracked her down
at some fucking rich kid's party
and...
[sighs] ...and I dragged her out
of there
kicking and screaming,
and on the way home,
that's when it happened.
One moment,
uh, we lost Linda and...
Jane ended up
the way she is now.
[Lola] You miss her?
I miss her every fucking day.
Wow, and now here you are again,
held up once more.
That is like, that's like...
like lightning
striking in the same spot twice.
-Fuck.
-Yeah.
Someone up there
must not like you.
If I'm being brutally honest,
you do strike me as a touch...
difficult.
Yeah. I am difficult.
-Hey, you ever blame her?
-[ominous music playing]
Yeah. [sighs]
[Scott] But she's just a kid,
you know?
Well, no, I mean, if she hadn't
forced you out that night,
your wife might still be alive.
Nah, that was all my fault.
The whole goddamn thing
should have never happened.
The fucking guy cut me off, I...
-I was in a bad mood.
-[Victor] Oh, man.
Trying to be a cowboy
and you ended up
getting someone you love killed.
[Victor clicks tongue]
You ever think what would happen
if you ever got your hands on
that man? Argh!
I've moved on.
I know what I'd do.
Oh, we all know
what you'd fucking do.
Well, yeah, but could he do it?
I mean,
it ain't like squashing ants.
Mmm, I don't mean,
I don't know, honey.
He don't really look like
he got it in him.
I don't know, baby. Be careful.
People can surprise you.
[ominous music fades]
[Victor] Oh, oh!
[Lola] Ow,
you motherfucking bitch!
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey--
-Hey! Hey! Hey, easy now.
-Take it easy.
-Hey, hey, get back.
-Hey, hey, whoa, whoa.
-That's enough!
-Easy, easy, easy.
-That's enough!
-Get your girl back!
-Yeah, yeah--
Get your girl back!
I'll kill her right now!
-Take it easy!
-Yo, your girl tries that
shit again--
-Okay, okay.
-I'm gonna kill her myself,
all right?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-All right,
now get in the trailer.
You gonna get some sleep.
You got a big dig
in the morning, all right?
-Move.
-Why don't-- why don't you guys
take the camper?
-There's a bed in there.
-Let you run off
in the middle of the night?
Nice try, Einstein.
Get in the fucking camper.
-[Scott] Go on.
-Go on, go on.
Run, Forrest, run.
["Wanna Give My Love"
by The Sons of Rainier playing]
[music fades]
Wake up,
you little sleepy-ass bitch.
-[both chuckle]
-Who are you dreaming of?
Were you fucking that
other guy in your dreams?
-No.
-Me?
-Yeah.
-Fucking promise?
I promise.
-Wake up. Shit.
-[Lola] What's your plan?
[music continues]
[music fades]
[door clicks]
Morning, Brennan.
Beautiful day for a dig,
ain't it?
Yeah.
Yeah, get yourself something
to eat, uh,
'cause you're gonna need
your strength.
-[groaning]
-But, uh, first coffee.
And you make it this time,
all right?
No more goodwill.
[Scott] Yeah.
[in sign language]
What's your problem?
You're the one who almost
got us killed last night.
Hey, what I tell you about
talking to each other
like that, huh?
-[in sign language]
-All right. She's upset.
-[in sign language]
-[Scott] Huh? Hey.
[clanks]
Jane, that's not true.
[distorted] It's not your fault.
[in sign language]
Hey, stop fucking talking to
her like that, eh?
Jane.
-Where are you going?
-I know what that means.
Hey, hey, where are you going?
Hey!
-Hey! Hey, you know I didn't--
-Hey, where are you going, huh?
-Kiddo, where you going?
-[Lola] Get back!
-No, no, guys! No, no!
-Hey, tell her to get back here!
[gun shot]
Huh. Fucking kids these days.
Jesus.
[Lola] Shut up.
[Scott] Please,
don't touch her.
Please! Hey!
She's just a kid.
Vic! Vic!
I just missed.
Any closer, and I'd be
looking through a little hole
in your noggin right now.
You'd have more holes in you
than SpongeBob SquarePants.
I don't want that.
So read my lips.
You do as you're told,
you go inside...
or I'm gonna reunite your daddy
with your mommy.
You understand me?
Good. Go on.
[Scott] Come here. Oh, my God.
Okay, it's okay.
[pants]
Now, that everybody's
wide awake...
we dig.
Oh, and that's a...
that's a jackhammer, right?
The guy on the YouTube video
said use that
to break up the tiles.
-[Victor] That true?
-[Scott pants] YouTube?
Yeah. Hey.
Say how long is all this shit
gonna take anyway?
I don't know.
Not 'til I get in there.
-[clanks]
-See what we're dealing with.
Not much
for a small talking chitchat
this morning, huh, Brennan?
Shit, I get it.
You're still sore about
what happened back there
with your daughter?
What can I say, she just...
keeps getting into trouble,
doesn't she?
You can try... but...
[Victor chuckles]
You know, I like you, Brennan,
I really do.
I don't wanna hurt you or Jane.
I'm--I'm a family man myself.
In fact you even remind me
of my brother.
Real rugged,
silent type like you,
but he wasn't no blue collar.
No, the man was educated
and he made damn sure
everyone knew it, too.
He had this big University
of the State of Texas ring,
he used to flash on my face,
reminding me that
he went to college
and I didn't finish
elementary school.
Anytime Mr. UT wanna shut me up,
he'd just knock on the table
with that ring,
go knock, knock, knock.
Well, I guess we know
who the black sheep
of the family was.
[clanks]
What'd you say?
I'm just saying
your brother don't strike me
as the type
to hold people hostage in...
-Hmm.
-...weird houses
and make 'em dig up shit.
My brother's dead, asshole.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
No, you're not.
That's just something
people say.
How'd he die?
Conversation's over.
Well, I thought we was
getting to be friends.
[tuts] You done
getting everything you need?
Yeah.
Oh, baby, look at you,
you got mud all over you.
[distorted] Could've been worse.
[normal voice]
Could've been blood. [chuckles]
[normal] You shouldn't have
run off like that, baby girl.
Oh, Victor scared you, huh?
You know,
he wasn't always this violent.
Took a lot of work
to get him like that.
Before I came around,
he was real soft.
He always lettin' his
fancy college educated brother
just walk all over him, run,
run the show.
Little bitch.
I had to toughen my boy up.
You know, you and me, baby,
we ain't that much different.
I lost my mama
when I was little, too.
[exclaims] Let's do make up.
All right, make you less
Little House on the Prairie.
It's sad.
Oh! [laughs]
Well, fuck me sideways.
You want some?
Well, fuck you then.
It's your loss.
All right, so give me your face.
Stop! I'm working here!
It's important.
Haven't you learned your lesson?
Hold still.
I'll make you pretty.
There we go.
I'm sorry for being rough
on you.
[sniffs] It ain't your fault
your daddy brought you
on this job.
At least he loves you enough
to keep you around.
I never knew my daddy.
I only met him...
twice in my life.
Once when I was born
to pay my mama off...
and the second time
to try me out.
No emotional support.
Always looking for love
in all the wrong places.
Used, abused... [sighs]
...hardened, and angry. [sniffs]
-Just a sad, broken bitch.
-[makeup snaps closed]
Maybe I'm making all this
shit up. [laughs]
Vic can't seem to tell.
He believes everything I say.
But that's just between us
girls, okay?
[shouts] Okay?
There you go.
All glown up.
You're so fucking cute,
it's gross.
I promise you
when the time comes,
I'll make it quick and painless.
[kisses]
Hey, what the hell you doing
to her?
Do you like it?
You take that crap off
of her face.
-Hey, hey, hey.
-No, she looks perfect.
That's enough
out of both of you, all right?
We're losing time. Let's go.
[rock music playing]
Hey now, baby,
Why don't you
Come over here
By my side
Yeah,
Hey now, baby
-Ain't no baby
-Who the hell is that?
-[music stops]
-[Victor] Huh?
It's the utility
location services.
They come in, mark the lines
and before the excavation crew
gets in.
-I'll go get rid of him.
-Oh, no, no, no.
So he can go back to his boss
and tell him
somebody on the property
told him to leave?
No. Can't do that.
All right, I'll fuckin...
All right, listen here, Brennan.
You get out there
and humor him, all right?
Let him do his job
and then show him the door.
-All right?
-[Scott] Sure.
I'll be in the camper
with your daughter.
Hey, baby, here,
I'll be listening
to everything you say right now.
-[Scott] Okay.
-This shit's fucking hot.
[Victor whispers] Here we go,
down your ear.
-[Scott] All right.
-[Victor] All right?
-All right, I got it.
-All right.
Don't try anything stupid.
Listen, he tries to signal
for help,
-you shoot him up, all right?
-[Lola] Okay.
Go on. I'll be in the camper
with your daughter.
Please don't you leave me
All alone
[Scott] Howdy.
Can I help you?
-Good morning.
You the home owner?
-No.
[Scott over walkie]
No, I'm just, uh,
just working on the property.
-You here to mark the lines?
-Yeah, yeah.
I got to make sure
they're all marked up
before anybody does any digging.
Right.
Well, have at it, yeah.
[Scott]
I mean, that's a good idea.
That's right, we don't want
anybody getting killed.
[rattles spray can]
Where's he going?
[Victor over phone] I ain't got
all fucking day, Brennan.
Hurry it up.
So, uh...
so you gonna go throughout
the whole property or...
[utility worker]
Wherever this thing leads me.
Yup.
[Victor over phone] That fat
motherfucking piece of shit.
I almost wanna fucking kill him.
[music fades]
Camping out?
Yeah.
I... camp on site,
it saves me the drive.
It's easier than driving in
all the way...
You know, it's...
[Scott laughs]
Good answer, Brennan.
[laughs]
[utility worker]
You're the only one
out here?
[Scott] No, I've got my...
Workers are in town.
They're picking up some
supplies, they'll be back
in a bit.
Looks like the line's
leading us over here.
Yeah.
[Victor]
This shit's fucking boring me.
-You are a fucking boring--
-Let me clean that up for you.
Motherfuckers, ain't you?
I could never have a real job.
Yeah, so...
[clatters]
Uh...
[thuds]
[heavy breathing]
[clattering]
I ain't got all fucking day,
Brennan.
[Victor] Hurry up.
[spray paint hissing]
You ever get some, uh...
criminal activity out here?
[Utility worker]
No, sure don't.
Seems like just a place
where anything can happen.
[Victor] Get him the fuck...
...out of here,
we got a fucking dig!
I'm just thinking, you know,
you never know what...
Nothing around here, pal.
[tense music playing]
Oh, Daddy thinks
he's getting slick.
-Well, you don't need
to get inside, right?
-Hey.
[Victor] Where's he going,
Brennan?
You don't need to go in here,
do you?
It's where the receiver's
leading me.
We're not really working in--
in the house?
[Victor] He finds that body,
he joins it.
[clatters]
[footsteps]
[utility worker] Yeah, dammit.
[clanks]
[utility worker grunts, groans]
-[utility worker] A mistake.
-[GPS beeps]
Looks like we're all done here.
So, what do I do if...
In case there's an emergency?
Everything all right, sir?
Yeah.
I was just wondering what to do
in case of an emergency.
You mean if you accidentally
hit a line?
Yeah.
Call the cops right away.
[Scott] So call...
9-1-1.
[Utility worker]
Yeah, that's it.
9-1-1, huh?
Fucking 9-1-1.
Like, call the police?
Yeah, that's right.
[Victor] Brennan?
Here's the...
Here's all the
pertinent information.
[Victor] You hear me, Brennan?
You take care now.
[car door opens and closes]
-[car engine starting]
-Yeah.
Oh, fucking police, huh?
Come on!
Come on!
What was all that dial 9-1-1
talk, Brennan, huh?
Dangerous neighborhood, huh?
-Hey, hey, hey!
-Fucking bullshit me.
I told you what I was gonna do
if you fucking bullshit me.
I told you what
I'll fucking do to her, huh.
He's gone. Hey!
[stammers] He--He left.
I'll blow her fucking brains
out right now!
He's gone!
He's gone.
I got rid of him.
What more do you want?
We're on a tight schedule,
get back to fucking work.
Yeah, sure.
Yeah, okay.
Come on, Jane,
let's go to work.
[panting]
Calling the fucking police.
Just fucking try that shit
again, man, I'll fuck you up.
All right.
[clanks]
Ain't you glad
you ain't digging?
[jackhammer drilling]
[Victor exhales]
They can see us.
[both laugh]
[jackhammer drilling]
[shovel clanks]
Cool your jets, what's the
matter with you?
I'm fine, I'm fucking fine.
Bullshit.
You're twitching
like a crack whore.
Well, I needed it, fuckface.
I hate being in this
stupid-ass shithole.
You think I like being here?
You know, being here brings
back a couple of memories
-I'd rather forget.
-Oh, you'd rather forget?
He tried to kill me.
Yeah, he cut my fucking throat.
Ain't exactly a massage
and a blow job.
Well, what if we do
all this hard labor shit,
and it doesn't end up
working out?
What you mean?
You think you're so smart.
You think you're such
a fucking professional.
What if we dig it up,
and we put it somewhere else
and some new son of a bitch
finds it?
Well, uh... Well, ain't you
a Cassandra now?
You're such a swinging dick.
Why don't you just own up to
what we did, huh?
Tell your daddy the truth.
Of course you won't,
because deep down inside,
you're just a little baby boy.
Right?
Which is why I'm stuck here
cleaning up your mess,
babysitting daddy
and his deaf daughter
when I should be
drinking Mai-Tai's in Cancun.
Okay, no more drugs for you,
young lady.
It's like you're waiting
for them to turn on us.
And that Brennan, he's a dick.
And I'm telling you, baby,
you play around with a dick
long enough, you end up
getting fucked by it.
Watch your mouth, you fucking
janitor-looking-ass bitch.
-Fuck you.
-Fuck you.
You don't know shit.
Settle down, before
we gonna visit the dentist.
[drilling stops]
[sighs]
I'm sorry.
[drilling continues]
I'm sorry too, baby.
It's just...
[sighs deeply]
This dig is taking so long.
[exhales and chuckles]
What you doing?
Having fun.
-Now?
-Yeah, right now.
-I think they're busy, right?
-Oh, yeah.
[Scott grunts]
[grunts]
-You like that, baby?
-Yeah, yeah.
You're gonna listen
to everything I say?
I'm gonna listen
to everything you say.
Everything?
[jackhammer drilling]
[in sign language]
-Say it.
-Oh, you are the boss.
-[moaning]
-You'll listen to me
from now on?
Oh, whatever you say.
-[Victor moans]
-Why are you taking so long?
-Fuck you. Fuck you.
-Oh, yeah.
[in sign language]
The longer we dig,
the longer we live.
Squirrel!.
Fuck!
[suspenseful music playing]
Come on. Stay with me. Go, go!
You, fuck yeah.
Wait, did you hear that?
[Victor panting]
Nope.
Exactly.
Oh, fuck!
Hey, hello? Help!
Help, help, help, help!
[dog barking]
This way, this way,
this way...
Damn!
[panting]
I'll go low.
[grunting] come on.
-[grunts]
-[chains clanks]
[Scott] Okay, go, go.
All right.
[Scott] Oh, fuck.
Dammit.
Come on, we gotta keep moving.
Come on!
We got to find a car.
The first fucking car
that comes around.
Hey, help!
Help! Help!
Help!
[Scott panting]
Help!
What? No.
Oh, no, no, no, no...
Oh, shit.
Hey, you need a ride?
You know, I feel like we got off
on the wrong foot, Brennan.
[Scott exhales]
Please, just--just let us go.
We're not gonna say anything,
not gonna tell anybody
about this.
[Victor] And you know,
I believe you.
I really do,
and I'm gonna let you go.
You got my word,
with that money like I said.
But right now, well,
we still need
your particular set of skills
to finish the dig, amigo.
Yeah, come on, Brennan.
Vic might be a lot of things,
but he ain't no liar.
Ain't no liar. Mm-mm.
Come on, baby, load up.
Come on.
[music playing on the radio]
Well, I used
To do the slopping
And then I did
The flopping
But now I do the wiggle
'Cause I want
To be the topping
I ain't no Chubby Checker
But they
Call me the wiggling fool
I ain't no Chubby Checker
But they call me
The wiggling fool
'Cause when it comes
To wiggling
I can open up
A wiggling school
Well, I used to do the fish
I did the pony too
But now I do the wiggle
'Cause I needed
Something new
I ain't no Joey Dee
But I rock 'em
At the Peppermint Lounge
Well, I ain't no Joey Dee
But I rock 'em
At the Peppermint Lounge
'Cause
When it comes to wiggling
-[Scott groans]
-[music stops]
[Victor grunts]
-Shit!
-[Scott groans]
[Victor pants]
Oh, shit.
Baby.
All right.
[exhales]
I'm gonna untie you now,
but you gotta get back to work.
That's it?
That's all you're gonna do
after the two of them ran away?
I fucking beat the man,
didn't I?
No, it's her fault.
She's the one that's been
conspiring
after we told her not to.
-Now what the fuck did you say?
-[Jane groans]
Hey, hey.
Hey. Oh, hey.
Put this in your mouth.
Oh, baby, that's not necessary.
-[Lola] You know what they say.
-[Victor] Monsters.
Spare the rod, spoil the child.
No!
[muffled screaming]
-You're a fucking monster.
-[Victor] Oh, man.
Oh, shit.
Oh, my God.
Fuckin' A.
Wow.
You're a fucking man.
[Lola chuckles]
Playtime's over.
Gonna have to get back to work.
[cicadas chirping]
-[clattering]
-[Scott] Fuck...
Anybody home?
[suspenseful music playing]
[gasps]
Oh, shit.
[Tommy] Guys?
[Victor] Wait.
[Tommy] Is everything okay?
Oh, that--that's that kid,
he was a squatter.
He was staying here
in the house.
I told the guy to leave.
Guys?
[heavy breathing]
Guys.
[Victor]
Who's the party crasher?
Well, look, who we've got here.
Jane's got herself
a little Romeo coming out
to play John Wayne.
-[Lola laughs]
-[Scott] Guys.
He's just a kid.
Man, you look like
a little snack.
[Victor] Okay, enough.
[Lola] What, baby,
don't be jealous.
I ain't jealous,
I just don't see you need
to be kissing up
on fucking Dennis the Menace
over here.
-Get down!
-[Tommy groans]
Hey, hey, he's a drifter, okay?
He's come and go,
he means nothing.
Please just let me go.
-[Victor] Oh, yes.
-There's no reason to do this,
guys.
Just let the kid go, will you?
Does anyone know
that you're here?
No, nobody knows I'm here.
-[Lola] Nobody knows, kiddie?
-Well, somebody might.
I mean, he might have talked
to somebody.
Nobody knows.
[Lola] [muffled voice]
Well, that's good.
That makes things easier.
[Victor] Oh! Whoo, shit!
I'm sorry, sweetheart.
Looks like you're gonna have
to swipe right
on some other hero to save you.
[Lola laughs]
[Victor] Might be a little too
soon, but...
-you can do better than him.
-Yeah.
Yeah, he's cute,
he just didn't really
have that thing, you know.
Yeah, a pulse.
[both laugh]
In all seriousness, Brennan,
this is on you, man.
You two see that, right?
-Huh?
-Yeah.
-Yeah, I see it.
-This death's on you, man.
If you hadn't wasted time
running off,
we would have
gotten what we came here for
and be long gone before
little fucking Tiger Beat
came knocking.
You know what we call that?
That's called
a "cosmic epiphany."
Baby, I got goosebumps.
Well, looks like Pablo's got
a little best friend.
Let's take him out back.
Fucking bullshit.
[digging]
[Scott grunts]
Brennan, you were right.
We would have been lost under
this jungle of dirt
and concrete down there.
Ain't you lucky
we spared your life.
You know, Victor, I've been
thinking about
this whole thing.
About why us.
Why this place.
-Have you now?
-[Scott] Yeah.
I figure,
whatever you got down here,
must have been real important
for you to go through
all the trouble to bury it.
Yeah, what you put
in the ground,
you expected it to stay
in the ground, didn't you?
That's enough figuring
from you.
Why don't you get back to work?
Yeah, you know what?
[thuds]
[Scott exhales]
I want to know.
Hey, hey, don't you worry,
Curious George.
You're gonna find out
soon enough.
Now get back to work.
Jesus, what's that smell?
[Victor]
Just keep digging, Brennan.
Who are we digging up here,
Victor?
What is this, 20 questions?
Just do your job, Daddy.
Oh, shit.
All right, look what I got
here.
Wrap these around the front
and the back.
Both of you guys,
wrap the rope around the...
Brennan, you get your daughter
to tie that or I'm gonna take
her hand out.
Come on.
All right, you guys,
let's tie them.
[shovel clanks]
[creaking]
[grunting]
[panting]
[panting]
Oh, my God.
Your brother.
What can I say, Brennan.
Family matters are, uh...
complicated.
Victor's family has got a way
of handling things.
-Ain't that right, baby?
-Yeah, that's right.
That's good you stand up
to your older brother,
Mr. Texas State.
Even when he tries to kill you,
steal your girl, and the money.
Oh, wait a minute, baby.
I thought you said
that he tried to kill you?
Yeah, he did, baby, both of us.
[scoffs]
You gonna believe her, Victor?
I mean, there's a lot of money
in them walls,
and I'm willing to bet...
there's a lot more in there.
She don't
seem like the sharing type.
Hey, storytime's over.
Don't you worry
about our demons, Brennan.
Come on, old man,
you got your own haunting you.
I tell you what,
I ain't got nothing like that.
What about your dead wife?
[Victor] Yeah.
-Oh.
-You know...
everybody's a killer
if they get the chance.
[Victor] All right.
[creaks]
[creaks]
[crowbar clanks]
Oh.
[Lola] Fuck, Billy.
He looks small.
Fuck, Billy smells like shit.
Hey, that's my brother
you're talking about.
All right.
We got four hour till daylight.
Which means we got, like,
eight hours until
the excavation crew gets here.
Which leaves us just enough
time to dispose of Billy
and Pablo and Tiger Beat.
Yeah, but what about...
Not them right now,
'cause we need
to leave this place empty.
I don't wanna carry
all them bodies on my own.
So, we'll just lock them up
until we're ready to leave.
No.
That's bullshit.
I'm doing it right now.
You gonna make me carry
five fucking bodies on my own?
Why are you being
so fucking lazy?
[Lola and Victor
speaking indistinctly]
I'm just saying it's a lot
of fucking bodies, is all.
I'm doing it right fucking now.
All right,
time to do more chores.
Let's go.
Single file.
I said fucking go!
Whoa. Yeah, okay, okay.
[Lola] Got a lot more
work to do.
[Scott] Uh...
All right.
Get down.
All right, Daddy,
I'm gonna give you a choice.
You can watch little miss
angel face die first...
or I can put you out
of your pathetic misery.
Hmm.
Get your dirty hands off my kid.
Why don't you shut the fuck up?
-[Victor] Hey, baby.
-[Lola] What?
Can I borrow you for a second?
[Lola] Jesus fucking Christ.
This dumbass.
-Hey.
-What?
So, sweetheart,
Brennan got me thinking...
maybe he awakened a rather
long held suspicion I've had,
maybe Billy wasn't trying
to "kill" you.
Maybe the two of you alone
in that room with all that money
-gave you ideas?
-Oh,
so now you're gonna listen
to complete strangers.
Did he try to kill you, Lola?
It don't matter anymore, baby.
Shit. I killed my brother,
so I'd say it's sort of
kind of maybe fucking matters!
[Victor]
Now, the shit ain't paranoia
if the shit is true.
[in sign language]
[mouthing]
[in sign language]
Now, I'm gonna
ask you something
and I'mma only
ask you once, okay?
Did you fuck my brother?
[in sign language]
[in sign language]
...to forgive each other...
and ourselves.
Hell, I fucked
your daddy, too.
-God, I fucking knew it!
-That money was mine.
My body earned it.
Your brother was a dickwad
and your daddy don't love you,
hell, he put
a fucking hit on you.
I saved you from your brother.
You should be thanking me.
Baby...
I just say it like it is.
[in sign language]
[distant coyote howling]
Fuck my brother
and then get me to kill him,
you fucking bitch!
That's why I fucking love you!
You're the smartest
fucking woman I know. [chuckles]
-Bitch, you gonna
marry me.
-Yeah. I'll marry you.
[both chuckling]
[Victor] Lola.
-[Lola and Victor kissing]
-[Victor] Lola.
Let's get the hell out of here.
Oh... Brennan!
Brennan!
-[gunshot]
-[Scott groans]
[Scott] Run.
Run, run, run!
-[Victor] Man, you got
a good shot, huh?
-[Jane groans]
-Holy shit, Brennan.
-[Scott] Jane!
-[Jane groans]
-[Scott] Jane!
[Scott groaning
and yelling]
Fucking does that hurt?
-[Scott] Jane!
-[Victor] Oh, I don't like
doing this.
-[Scott groaning]
-You think I enjoy this shit?
-You wanna fucking die
right now, fucking motherfucker?
-[Jane groaning]
-Please, stop. Stop.
[Jane groans]
-[Victor chuckles]
-[Lola sighs]
-[Scott] You get off my kid!
-[Victor] You, motherfucker!
-Oh, you're in pain, aren't you?
-[Scott] Don't touch her!
-You're in fucking pain.
-[Scott groans]
Just where do you think
you're going, sweet cheeks?
[Jane crying out]
[Victor] Show her
a fucking good time.
Show her a little
fucking discipline.
[Lola] What the fuck
you doing, bitch?
[Victor] You're about to fuck...
Fucking brat. Teach her some
fucking. manners.
-[Lola groans]
-[Jane yells]
-[blood trickling]
-[gasping]
-[Victor] Baby?
-[Lola gasping]
Baby?
-[Lola gasping, groaning]
-Oh, shit.
-[Scott] Come on. Come on. Go.
-[Victor] Oh, shit.
[Lola gasping]
-[Lola gasping]
-Oh, no, baby.
You fucks!
[crying] Oh, baby. Oh!
[Scott groaning]
Okay, okay, get in.
[sobbing] Oh, baby.
No, you fucking bitch.
[Scott] Go, go. Go.
[sighs] Oh, God. Thank God.
Okay.
-Damn it. [grunts]
-[engine sputtering]
[engine starts]
-[Scott groans]
-[Victor grunts]
Fuck!
[both grunting]
[metallic thudding]
-[Scott groaning]
-Fuck!
I'm gonna take your heart
out of your fucking body.
Going to tear you!
Shit! Fucking bitch,
you're next.
Fuck you! I'm gonna
fuck you up right now, bitch!
-[Scott groaning]
-[Victor grunts]
[both grunting]
[groaning]
We're gonna start
a family together,
I'll be gentle.
Dad!
[handbrake clicks]
-[Jane screaming]
-[engine revving]
[Victor yelling]
[shuddered breathing]
[Scott] Princess.
[Scott breathing heavily]
-[sniffles] Oh, honey.
-[Jane crying]
Oh, baby, it's all right.
It's done, it's over.
[sniffles] It's over, sweetie.
[muffled] It's all right.
It's all right. It's all right.
[normal voice] I love you.
-[sobbing]
-[Scott] Oh, honey.
-[Jane sniffles]
-[Scott] Honey...
[mouthing] I love you too.
[music plays]
You okay?
You're all right, it's okay.
No more driving for you tonight,
little lady.
I went walking out
In the cold
I saw the fires burn...
-[truck door closes]
-Would've stumbled home
through the door
If I only could
It's easy to see
That we can't all be free
But all I ask is that
You just stay with me
Let's go home, squirrel.
I went out to California
To take my sweet
Sweet time
Back through Alabama
On my way home
It's easy to see
What you lose
You cannot keep
But all I ask is that
You just wait for me
Well, I'm just sitting here
Trying to pass the time
Skipping stones
Under the moonlight
We're all just living
In this moment
Trying to find
A story to tell
I think I'm doing well
I'm just sitting here
Trying to pass the time
Counting stars
With you by my side
We're all just
Living in this moment
Trying to find
A story to tell
I think I'm doing well
I went out to California
To take my sweet
Sweet time
Back through Alabama
On my way home
[Scott]
I mean how goddamn long has she
been gone this time?
Three hours past curfew.
See I am-- I--
I'm done with this bullshit.
I am gonna do it.
I am gonna bolt lock her in her
room.
I told her, I said
I'm gonna nail the windows shut.
and I'm gonna bolt lock her
with a combination lock
and only I have the
combination, okay?
I'm done.
[Linda]
Just calm down, Scott.
Don't tell me to calm down.
Where the hell are we going?
-Now just turn here.
-Where?
Right up the road.
-I mean it's a dead end.
-No, no, there.
-Huh?
-Go there.
You're not gonna do anything
crazy, right?
But still
You got a job to do...
You just wait right here.
[indistinct chattering]
Ain't gonna let you in
Until your life is through
Put you to bed
And put you to sleep
The price is too high...
-Jane Elizabeth Brennan.
-Dad?
-Yeah.
-What the fuck
are you doing here?
I could ask you the same
question.
-Chill out, Dad.
-Hey, shut the fuck up,
lover boy.
-I'm not going anywhere
with you.
-[Scott] The hell you're not.
Oh!
Did you just kiss my kid in
front of me?
Man, in some countries,
I could beat you to death
in the middle of the street
then get a fucking medal.
You understand?
-Now take your little arm
off my daughter,
-What the fuck--
-Back the fuck off.
-...are you doing?
Thank you.
-And you, little lady,
are coming home.
-Stop!
-Hey!
-Come on!
Why aren't you doing anything,
you bitch?
Let me go!
You can't do this!
Scott, did you have to wrangle
her up like cattle?
-Let's just hope she ain't
pregnant.
-Let me go!
-Hey!
-Get off!
Let me go!
-How did you even find me?
-You don't think I track
your phone?
-Oh, thank you so much
for the trust, Dad. I'm 16!
-Sixteen!
-You hear me?
-Everyone just shut the fuck up!
-Oh, my God, is that like...
-You would embarrass me like
that...
-All of my friends--
-You don't have a boyfriend
first of all.
-[Linda] Take it down a notch.
-[Jane] Yes, I do.
Second of all, those are
assholes
you'll never see again
in your life.
-[Linda] I will never bring--
-[car honking]
Kidding, the guy
just cut me off! Christ!
Let it go, it doesn't matter.
Excuse me!
That guy could've killed us,
all right?
-Jesus!
-God, Dad. Yeah, I'm fine.
[Scott] Hey, I get 60 miles
on this truck. Now if I don't...
-Oh, my gosh, you're 60 miles.
-...get us all home--
[Scott] All right, silence!
I'm gonna get some gas.
-[sighs] Un-fucking-believable.
-Scott, do not get out
of this car.
I gotta get gas.
Evening.
How you doing tonight?
You havin' a good night?
There a problem?
No, no, not if you,
understand that we all live
in a world of assholes,
-I... I don't have any problem
with that.
-All right, I got it.
So you're one of those tough
guys, right?
-You wanna prove everything--
-You understand I got a family
in here.
-You cut me off!
-Prove things to people.
A blatant fucking cut off, pal!
There's no other way
to interpret it, is there?
You cut me off, and I have
family in my car,
I'm just saying.
-Let's take it easy.
-Get back in the car.
You know... you know what,
you know what?
-Hey, you wanna do this?
-[Scott] No.
-[Jane] Dad.
-I just want an apology.
-Dad.
-I just want a fucking apology.
-Yeah, yeah, get back
in the car.
-Dad, stop it.
...apology, I... Get back!
Fuck away
from my fucking family!
-Hey, girls, get in the car.
-You picked the wrong guy.
-Fuck!
-Whoa, whoa. Okay, okay.
-Dad!
-[shouting and arguing]
-What are you doing?
-[gun firing]
No, no, no.
Honey, honey, honey, honey,
honey.
Stay with me, honey.
Oh, my God, oh, my God,
call an ambulance.
[muffled] Call an ambulance!
Call and ambulance!
[normal voice]
Jesus! Call an ambulance!
I can't hear!
I can't hear you!
[engine revving]
Realize
Baby, you've got to realize
I love you
All of my love is greater
And I need you more
Than what love is worth
At once
Realize, realize I love you
Yeah
What now, what now, baby
Realize
The love
For you is more greater
Than all the things
In the world
In the world today,
The nights
My mind is made
Made up, yeah
But now, but now
As I think
A mistake, yeah
Yeah, yeah, realize, yeah
Hey, doc? What's the word?
How's my girl?
Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Brennan,
but she still isn't talking.
It'll resolve itself.
When? I mean, Christ, man,
she's been like talk--
been like this for over a year.
She hasn't said a word.
-She said anything to you?
-No.
-You sure?
-It's just trauma.
But even her hearing,
it hasn't even changed
unfortunately.
You know 10% left, 3% right.
Oh, about that,
look what I found.
I found this cochlear of this--
this implant thing, right?
It's a implanted device
surgically designed.
This thing
could double her hearing.
I mean it could give her
a shot at a normal life, right?
Look, I consider you a friend
at this point
and I know you're trying to
make sense of everything
and I don't mean to be rude.
But you can't afford it, Scott.
It's $30,000.
You gotta try it,
you gotta stop fighting it
and use the sign language.
I mean, stop fucking around
with the notepads.
I know it's not what you
wanna hear.
You'll get through it,
I mean, time heals.
-Uh-huh.
-Yeah, just practice,
now.
Hey, squirrel.
Let me get the door for ya.
I got it.
Hey, uh...
Hey?
You sure you don't wanna go on
that trip with your friends?
[muffled]
Trip, your friends...
[normal voice] I mean,
it could be good for you.
Come on.
Hey, just talk to me.
I'm trying here.
[in sign language]
[Scott grunts]
[Scott]
About this long weekend...
Look, uh, I'm going fishing.
I need to clear my head
and I don't feel comfortable
leaving you alone
at the house.
[in sign language]
Yeah, I know how old you are.
Just, uh, you know,
I thought maybe,
we could go up together
and I can show you
where my old man took me.
You know, it will be like a...
a new family tradition.
Yeah, okay.
I better tell Pablo
a couple of things,
a little last minute stuff.
You wanna come
wait inside with me?
[in sign language]
Yeah, yup.
All right, stay there.
[wrench torquing]
She hates me.
I'm sorry, boss,
she's confused.
Ah... I told her go,
be with your friends
on some fucking trip,
she don't wanna go.
You just can't win.
You know, sometimes I wonder,
you know,
what the hell would Linda do,
what would she say.
Yeah.
All right, good talk, Pablo.
-Hey, by the way,
you have a customer there.
-Got it.
Hey, Scott Brennan.
How can, uh,
how can I help you?
-I'm Vic.
-Okay.
Yeah, I heard you are
the man in town
to talk to for a strip
and a demo, Mr. Brennan.
Yeah so...
I guess they're right.
Yeah, well,
I guess you let your work
speak for itself, huh.
I have a, uh, client in
need of a quick turnaround.
Oh, yeah? Well, okay.
Maybe we can help you.
What, uh,
what kind of job is it?
Oh, it's pretty standard.
In fact, he even
has a specific list of tools
that he likes to bring along.
We have a jack hammer,
auger,
uh, post hole diggers,
and a wheelbarrow.
So I guess we're doing some
digging then?
Honestly, I got no clue.
All I know is it is some sort
of fucked-up divorce thing.
-You see. uh, my guy.
-Yeah.
He gets his hands stuck in the
proverbial cookie jar,
now the old lady is out for
fire and brimstone.
She hires a detective,
busts my buddy.
I mean, she gets everything,
even the dog, even the ranch.
You know, she's one of them
feminazi types.
I mean, she gets his balls in
the blender
and the only button she knows
is puree.
His plan is to have a crew come
out and strip all of his fancy
cabinetry,
hardware, the nines, while he
still owns.
I don't know, I mean,
Jesus, that's a lot to...
think about.
You say this is
a buddy of yours?
It sounds a little mixed up,
I get it,
but I checked it out with some
fancy pants lawyer
and it's all good.
I mean, it's his shit,
she just gets the house,
so it's a... you know,
it's a loophole, right?
I guess
that's what they call it.
Look, uh, I appreciate you
coming in,
but I'm gonna have to pass.
My guy is prepared to pay your
entire fee
and let you keep everything you
salvage
and believe you me,
there is a lot of premo shit
in there, Brennan.
[funky music plays]
Tell you what, why don't I go
up there next week,
have a look around when I get
back from my trip
and see what, uh,
see what we're dealing with.
Damn. It's just,
it's just not gonna work for us.
See the client needs it done
this weekend.
Oh, well, shit, then like
I said, I'm gonna have to pass.
I got plans with my daughter.
Well, that do sound like some
good plans.
Another ten when the job
is done.
Now listen, one more thing,
don't touch the walls,
just strip and dig, right?
Groove me baby
Groove me baby
-Huh, it's a lot of money.
-We got a deal?
[upbeat music playing]
[Victor over the phone] Hello?
[business man over phone]
Yo, man, you around?
Kinda. What's up?
[business man]
Yeah, we got a little problem
out here in the desert.
[groaning]
Oh, shit. What now?
[Victor]
Please tell me it ain't
that cockhound
fucking cousin of hers,
I took care of him.
He ain't gonna say a shit.
Someone's moving in.
Oh. When?
[business man] Think they start
Monday morning.
Sending you a local referral
to handle this shit.
All right.
[whimpering and struggling]
Oh, well, time's up buddy.
-[gun firing]
-[thumping]
-What the hell, Vic?
-What?
You said I could get
the next one.
Why are you in your underwear?
Baby, I told you three, four
times now.
Blood don't wash out of shit.
Especially colors.
I have to super soak
the fucking tighty-whities
in bleach as is just to look
like I'm not on my period.
But anyways, babe, listen
we gotta go back to the desert.
-Fuck that. I ain't going
back there.
-No, I know, I know.
But you know,
it's a whole fuckin' thing.
We don't have a choice.
Let's just get dressed,
come on,
I'll explain in the car.
I said, no.
Baby, you trust me, right?
I mean...
Hey, I'm looking out
for number one and why is that?
-'Cause your number one's me.
-That's right.
Now I promise, I'mma let you do
the next one, okay?
-Promise?
-Mm-hmm.
Mmm.
I'm taking the boom box.
Come on back here.
Five minutes.
Don't give me that look, Jane.
[in sign language]
[sighing]
It's good money.
[in sign language]
Spying on us, huh.
You're pretty good with that
lip-reading stuff. Look...
this could really help get
close to that procedure,
you know.
[in sign language]
You're coming with us.
A little hard work
will do you some good,
take your mind off things,
right?
Look, I'll set you up with a
little, uh,
sleeping bag inside
the house, okay?
Me and Pablo do all the camping
and then, uh...
we'll strip the fixtures and...
I ought to take you fishing.
Yeah?
Could be fun.
[upbeat music playing]
You need a helping hand
To get your feet
Off the ground
You need a helping hand
Yeah
To get your feet
Off the ground
Get your feet
Off the ground
Ain't gonna lie to you,
Baby
You say you, you say
You need a helping hand
So get your feet
Off the ground, yeah
You need a helping hand
[Scott] Okay.
Yeah
All right,
let's go check it out.
[Scott grunts]
[distant dogs barking]
[ominous music playing]
[Pablo] Weird.
-[in sign language]
-Pretty nice patio
for such a shitty house.
All right. All right, let's see
what we're dealing with here.
Jesus.
Whoa, whoa.
Hold up, kid.
Wow.
Jesus.
-All right.
-[squeaking, clanging]
Oh, fuck. Looks like
the utilities were cut.
Ah, damn it.
Looks like you're camping
with us, kid.
I don't know.
[floorboard creaking]
-[bottles clink]
-[Scott] Hey, don't move!
Hey, hey, hey!
-Get off of me, man.
Get off of me!
-Calm down.
Take it easy.
What are you doing here?
-Just looking
for somewhere to sleep.
-All right.
-Call the cops.
-No! Or... or don't.
-[panting]
-[in sign language]
Jane, the guy broke in here.
I got to report it.
[in sign language]
-Yeah.
-[in sign language]
[muffled] She wants to know
your name.
[muffled] Tommy.
[normal voice] My name is Tommy.
[in sign language]
[Scott exhales]
[Tommy] If you're asking
if I'm hungry,
the answer is yes.
Mm.
I haven't eaten in days.
[Scott] Okay, son, we, uh,
we got work to do.
Me? Las Cruces.
-[grunts softly]
-[keypad clacking]
[birds chirping]
[laughs] Yeah,
warrants will do that.
[chuckles] I'm no outlaw.
Just stole a car.
[Scott] Just a car?
Police came around
asking for me,
so I got on a bus,
and that was that.
Yeah. Hitched some of the way.
Sometimes, jumped trains.
Nah. Fear ain't my problem
as much as loneliness is.
Eventually, you get used
to not being hurt.
We ain't missing out on much.
Way I figure it, most people
ain't got much to say anyhow,
and if they do,
it ain't worth listening to.
[objects clattering]
-Is that your dad there?
-[grunts]
[exhales]
You like working with him?
Now that's something
you shouldn't take for granted.
Never knew mine.
Every day I wonder
who the man was.
All right, guys.
I'm gonna have to ask you
to move on, okay?
I can't have you
on my work site. Insurance.
I understand.
Thanks for not calling the cops.
And the meal.
Best you be moving along now.
[chuckles] No,
I can't accept that.
Your hospitality is enough.
[tin box clattering]
[birds chirping]
Found all sorts of stuff
on the road.
-[tin box closes]
-[Scott] Time to go.
[Tommy] Here.
All right.
Perfect.
[Scott] So long.
["It's Good"
by Jack Hammer playing]
It's good, good, good, good
So good
Good, good, good, you do
Good, good, good, it's good
So good, feels good
What I'm talking about
It's wonderful
-Good, good
-Fall to love her
-Good, good
-Happiness
-Good, good
-It's happy you know
-Good, good
-It's good, so good
Feels good
What I'm talking about
-It's paradise
-Good, good
-So divine
-Good, good
-All for nothing
-Good, good
-Yours as mine
-Good, good
It's good, so good
Feels good
What I'm talking about
It's good for you
-[thudding]
-[music stops]
Whoa. Honey, honey, honey, whoa.
No walls.
[muffled] No walls, honey.
[in sign language]
[muffled] No, it's fine.
[normal voice] It's fine,
squirrel.
[in sign language]
Yeah, yeah, go ahead.
Go ahead.
Damn it. The one fucking thing
the guy told us not to do.
[flies buzzing]
There goes all that money.
There's no way that guy
and his client's gonna let us
keep it now.
Scott, look.
[suspenseful music playing]
Holy fuck, man.
[Pablo]
We got to call the cops, man.
It's a stash house.
-[thud]
-I don't know, man.
They know who we are,
they know who I am.
Call the cops... [sighs]
...it's a bad idea.
Then what?
[sighs] I'm gonna go to town
and get some plasters and paint.
We're gonna cover this shit up
as best we can.
What other choice do we have?
Just, uh, hide that. Hide it.
I'll call the cops
when we go into town, okay?
-All right?
-All right.
Hey.
Okay, let's wrap this up.
["Hallelujah"
by The Sons of Rainer playing]
In this life
There are many questions
[clears throat]
Hallelujah
Do we get any answer
Or redemption
Hallelujah
[beeping]
There are so many things
That I cannot understand
-[Jane] Dad.
-Okay, okay. Don't do it!
[gunshot]
Hallelujah
Things too big to fit
Inside the mind of a man
Hallelujah
[bird squawks]
Hey, y'all playing
hide-and-seek?
Jesus.
-[Victor] Hold it right there!
-[gun cocks]
Keys, cell phone,
wallet on the table. Now!
Okay.
-S--Sure.
-[animal howling]
-[keys clattering]
-All right.
On your knees. On your knees!
[Scott] This isn't happening.
This isn't happening again.
-Hey, hey, hey, hey! Whoa, wait!
Please.
-[Victor shushing]
Hey.
You speak out of turn again,
and princess here gets it.
-O--Okay.
-You understand?
Yeah.
[Victor] Okay.
-Who is she to you?
-Huh?
[Lola] Well, obviously,
his daughter.
Oh. And him?
[Scott] He's my--
my employee, works for me.
All right.
Now let's not try
and bother a run,
'cause I won't chase you,
but her trigger finger runs
pretty quick.
Yeah, I hear you.
Good. Very good.
So here's how it goes.
We ask the questions,
and you answer 'em. Real simple.
Well, you got my kid,
I'm not going anywhere, but--
But, but, but, but what?
Why is her cheek bloody?
Well, had to yank her around
a bit, is all.
She don't listen too well.
That's 'cause she can't hear,
asshole.
[chuckles] Whoops.
-Well, that explains a lot,
don't it?
-[Lola chuckles]
[Scott] Look, just take
whatever you want.
Get out of here.
[muffled] I got
a few hundred dollars
in my wallet.
[Lola chuckling
in a normal voice]
You think we're
in these stupid-ass outfits
just to rob you off
a couple hundred bucks?
-That's rich.
-Yeah.
What we want from you
is buried underneath the patio.
Did you bring
the tools requested?
-Yeah.
-[animal howling]
You shouldn't have touched
the walls.
Man, we could have
kept this clean.
Why are we monologuing?
Let's just cap 'em.
[muffled] Let's just
fucking cap 'em.
[Victor muffled speech]
[normal voice]
Are you--are you the husband?
[Victor laughs]
We needed the cover
of a legit salvage crew
before the excavation team
arrives, you see.
You fine folks came in
and gave us the necessary tools.
Now the neighbors won't bother
to investigate the racket
we intend to make out back.
-I fucking masterminded
this shit.
-Are you done?
-I'm fucking talking, ain't I?
-God, why are you talking?
Why are you stalling?
We don't need him anymore.
You don't do the execution
while I'm talking.
Hey!
[Jane muffled gasp, cry]
-[Scott] Jesus!
-Whoo!
Oh. Oh, shit!
[panting]
-[Scott] Hold on.
-[Victor laughs]
I warned him.
I fucking warned him.
-All right, wait, wait.
-All right.
That speeds things up a bit.
-Wait. Hang on, hang on.
Wait, wait, wait!
-Here we go. What?
-You're gonna need us!
-[muffled cry]
All right, wait, hold--
hold on a second, baby.
Let's hear
what the man has to say.
You know how superstitious
about this shit I get.
Look, I don't know
what you got in there,
but I can get you to it.
Hell, we can manage just fine
without you.
Yeah?
So did you dig that hole
last time?
[panting]
You guys really know
how to operate them tools?
I mean, what happens when
the jackhammer bucks on you
'cause you hit
a rough spot, huh?
That ain't shit, daddy.
My man will just cut the wire
and start up again.
You guys done with rebar
or steel mesh?
What about brick ties, huh?
Not to mention
all them power lines
you got running
-through this whole property.
-[Victor] Fucking enough!
-[ominous music playing]
-[sighs]
[coyote chittering]
[Lola] Why are they
still alive, Vic?
I think the man made
a pretty good point, right?
I mean, he's certainly
more experienced
at this sort of business
-than either one of us.
-No, he's just trying
to save his ass.
We need to stick
to the original plan
and do the digging ourselves.
That's why we're wearing
this stupid fucking get-up
in the first place.
[muffled speech]
It's just gonna be
so fucking hard.
[Lola] You said we needed
a jackhammer, a shovel,
and a couple hours,
and we'd be outta here.
Yeah, well, I say a lot of shit.
Listen, clearly I underestimated
the gravity and scope
of this fucking undertaking,
baby.
Now, if you don't recall,
we didn't dig
that hole, Lola. No.
That was
your motherfucking cousin
who we had to kill afterwards,
okay?
You heard what he said
about all that fucking shit?
I ain't about to get
electro-motherfucking-cuted.
It's fucking bullshit,
what it is.
-Put your fucking mask back on.
-It's dark.
-We're in the kitchen.
-Oh, God.
Baby, in less
than two days' time,
they gonna come back here,
and they are gonna dig up
what's under the fucking patio.
You wanna risk going at it
fucking alone
and losing
what we came here for?
Listen, let's just put his ass
to work.
Them jackhammers
are heavy as fuck.
You're seriously not considering
keeping them alive, are you?
-Fuck you.
-Fuck you.
[gun cocks]
[Victor] All right.
We're gonna do
some spring cleaning.
[distant coyote barking]
That's enough scrubbing,
Brennan.
We're gonna wrap him up
and move him into the other room
for safekeeping.
[Scott exhales]
-Hey, what'd you just say
to her?
-Huh?
I told her
we're moving the body.
Oh, and I'm supposed
to just trust that?
She read lips much, Brennan?
Oh, I...
Okay, let's try this again.
Does she read lips?
[ominous music playing]
Yeah, I guess so.
You guess so? Okay, good.
Here's what's gonna happen
from now on.
You're gonna say your words
to her loud and clear.
Say 'em slow if you have to,
but that's the only way
you're communicating
from now on.
If I see you sign to her
like you just did,
I'm gonna play whack-a-mole
with her hands.
All right.
Now, ladies,
we're gonna dispose of, uh...
Pablo.
Thank you. Pablo.
You two can go
get to know each other,
you and me, we gotta go
to the truck to get our gear.
Come on.
[ominous music
continues playing]
-[thud]
-What's that?
An auger.
Huh. What's it do?
-Dig.
-[Victor chuckles]
What do those do?
[Scott] What's gonna happen
to us?
[Victor] Well, that depends
entirely on you.
I mean, I could give a rat's ass
whether you live or die.
All I care about
what's under that patio.
All right.
What do you got under there?
[chuckles] None of your beeswax,
buddy.
You let us worry about that.
[Lola] Wow...
boys must love you.
So I get you what you want
and you let us go?
Your lives for what's underneath
the ground, all right?
I'll even let you keep the money
in the walls 'cause
I'm such a good guy. [chuckles]
Am I making you uncomfortable?
What about now?
How about now?
What about right now?
And how do I know
I can trust you?
Well, you don't.
All right. Let's get to work.
No, it--it's late, huh.
I got floodlights.
[scoffs] Do I look like a fool
to you?
It's past permit hours.
We start drilling now,
them neighbors
just bound to call the cops.
Nah, we're gonna start
in the mornin'.
Yeah, for now I'm kinda...
I'm kinda hungry, uh...
Does that daughter of yours,
does she cook?
'Cause my bitch can't.
All she does
is get fucking takeout.
Yeah, she...
-[gun clicks]
-...she knows a little.
Good, real good.
Let's start a fire, you know?
And we'll all just camp out
like one big happy family.
You know what I mean?
Let's make this a...
a actual fun experience.
You know what they call that?
A net positive, all right?
[creaks]
Oh, how about some coffee?
No thanks.
I meant for me.
You'll have your girl do it.
[in sign language]
[Scott] Coffee.
-[in sign language]
-[Scott] Okay.
You must really think
I'm some kind of monster,
don't you, Brennan?
I don't know
what the fuck you are.
Well, no, you know,
I'm just like you.
You know, I'm a man
that's trying to survive.
I don't kill people.
I'm a businessman.
Bet she got a nice body
under all them bulky clothes.
-Oh, hell yeah, she does.
-How old is she?
She's 17.
-Oh, I remember that age.
-Yeah, me too.
-She got a boyfriend?
-Eyes off my daughter, okay?
-Okay, okay, okay.
-Whoa.
She's just playing around, shit.
Girl, she ain't 18.
[Victor] Yeah,
you stay away from her.
[indistinct speech]
[Victor] Damn, Brennan, I...
I was thinking earlier.
You were having your, like,
your little moment
of doubt and pain
and you said something,
you said,
"I can't believe
this is happening to us again."
What'd you mean by that?
[Scott] I don't think
I'm really in the mood
for campfire stories.
Well, let's try
and keep this civil.
I said talk,
and be tender with the lip.
No thanks...
Vic.
[Victor laughs]
[Victor] Ah, hey.
Yup, well... shit, surprise.
-[Victor chucklse]
-[Lola] What the fuck, Vic?
We're supposed to
keep our masks on.
Yeah, well, he fucking knows.
Well, if he knows,
then why the fuck
we wearing these masks?
Well, you wear fucking masks
when you do this shit.
[Lola] Well,
if we're doing this shit,
why aren't we wearing our masks?
[Victor] Just shut up
about the fucking masks, baby.
Your much prettier
without the mask, okay?
[clinks]
[Victor] Now that we're all
intimate and acquainted,
I'd sure like to hear
that story.
Nothing to tell.
A year back, I, uh...
got into an incident
and we got held at gunpoint.
[Lola] Oh, shit.
How'd you get in that
predicament, Daddy?
Yeah?
[Scott] I... [sighs]
...we were out looking for Jane.
[Victor] We?
Yeah, my wife, Linda.
-That's a plot twist.
-Wow.
We'd tracked her down
at some fucking rich kid's party
and...
[sighs] ...and I dragged her out
of there
kicking and screaming,
and on the way home,
that's when it happened.
One moment,
uh, we lost Linda and...
Jane ended up
the way she is now.
[Lola] You miss her?
I miss her every fucking day.
Wow, and now here you are again,
held up once more.
That is like, that's like...
like lightning
striking in the same spot twice.
-Fuck.
-Yeah.
Someone up there
must not like you.
If I'm being brutally honest,
you do strike me as a touch...
difficult.
Yeah. I am difficult.
-Hey, you ever blame her?
-[ominous music playing]
Yeah. [sighs]
[Scott] But she's just a kid,
you know?
Well, no, I mean, if she hadn't
forced you out that night,
your wife might still be alive.
Nah, that was all my fault.
The whole goddamn thing
should have never happened.
The fucking guy cut me off, I...
-I was in a bad mood.
-[Victor] Oh, man.
Trying to be a cowboy
and you ended up
getting someone you love killed.
[Victor clicks tongue]
You ever think what would happen
if you ever got your hands on
that man? Argh!
I've moved on.
I know what I'd do.
Oh, we all know
what you'd fucking do.
Well, yeah, but could he do it?
I mean,
it ain't like squashing ants.
Mmm, I don't mean,
I don't know, honey.
He don't really look like
he got it in him.
I don't know, baby. Be careful.
People can surprise you.
[ominous music fades]
[Victor] Oh, oh!
[Lola] Ow,
you motherfucking bitch!
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey--
-Hey! Hey! Hey, easy now.
-Take it easy.
-Hey, hey, get back.
-Hey, hey, whoa, whoa.
-That's enough!
-Easy, easy, easy.
-That's enough!
-Get your girl back!
-Yeah, yeah--
Get your girl back!
I'll kill her right now!
-Take it easy!
-Yo, your girl tries that
shit again--
-Okay, okay.
-I'm gonna kill her myself,
all right?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-All right,
now get in the trailer.
You gonna get some sleep.
You got a big dig
in the morning, all right?
-Move.
-Why don't-- why don't you guys
take the camper?
-There's a bed in there.
-Let you run off
in the middle of the night?
Nice try, Einstein.
Get in the fucking camper.
-[Scott] Go on.
-Go on, go on.
Run, Forrest, run.
["Wanna Give My Love"
by The Sons of Rainier playing]
[music fades]
Wake up,
you little sleepy-ass bitch.
-[both chuckle]
-Who are you dreaming of?
Were you fucking that
other guy in your dreams?
-No.
-Me?
-Yeah.
-Fucking promise?
I promise.
-Wake up. Shit.
-[Lola] What's your plan?
[music continues]
[music fades]
[door clicks]
Morning, Brennan.
Beautiful day for a dig,
ain't it?
Yeah.
Yeah, get yourself something
to eat, uh,
'cause you're gonna need
your strength.
-[groaning]
-But, uh, first coffee.
And you make it this time,
all right?
No more goodwill.
[Scott] Yeah.
[in sign language]
What's your problem?
You're the one who almost
got us killed last night.
Hey, what I tell you about
talking to each other
like that, huh?
-[in sign language]
-All right. She's upset.
-[in sign language]
-[Scott] Huh? Hey.
[clanks]
Jane, that's not true.
[distorted] It's not your fault.
[in sign language]
Hey, stop fucking talking to
her like that, eh?
Jane.
-Where are you going?
-I know what that means.
Hey, hey, where are you going?
Hey!
-Hey! Hey, you know I didn't--
-Hey, where are you going, huh?
-Kiddo, where you going?
-[Lola] Get back!
-No, no, guys! No, no!
-Hey, tell her to get back here!
[gun shot]
Huh. Fucking kids these days.
Jesus.
[Lola] Shut up.
[Scott] Please,
don't touch her.
Please! Hey!
She's just a kid.
Vic! Vic!
I just missed.
Any closer, and I'd be
looking through a little hole
in your noggin right now.
You'd have more holes in you
than SpongeBob SquarePants.
I don't want that.
So read my lips.
You do as you're told,
you go inside...
or I'm gonna reunite your daddy
with your mommy.
You understand me?
Good. Go on.
[Scott] Come here. Oh, my God.
Okay, it's okay.
[pants]
Now, that everybody's
wide awake...
we dig.
Oh, and that's a...
that's a jackhammer, right?
The guy on the YouTube video
said use that
to break up the tiles.
-[Victor] That true?
-[Scott pants] YouTube?
Yeah. Hey.
Say how long is all this shit
gonna take anyway?
I don't know.
Not 'til I get in there.
-[clanks]
-See what we're dealing with.
Not much
for a small talking chitchat
this morning, huh, Brennan?
Shit, I get it.
You're still sore about
what happened back there
with your daughter?
What can I say, she just...
keeps getting into trouble,
doesn't she?
You can try... but...
[Victor chuckles]
You know, I like you, Brennan,
I really do.
I don't wanna hurt you or Jane.
I'm--I'm a family man myself.
In fact you even remind me
of my brother.
Real rugged,
silent type like you,
but he wasn't no blue collar.
No, the man was educated
and he made damn sure
everyone knew it, too.
He had this big University
of the State of Texas ring,
he used to flash on my face,
reminding me that
he went to college
and I didn't finish
elementary school.
Anytime Mr. UT wanna shut me up,
he'd just knock on the table
with that ring,
go knock, knock, knock.
Well, I guess we know
who the black sheep
of the family was.
[clanks]
What'd you say?
I'm just saying
your brother don't strike me
as the type
to hold people hostage in...
-Hmm.
-...weird houses
and make 'em dig up shit.
My brother's dead, asshole.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
No, you're not.
That's just something
people say.
How'd he die?
Conversation's over.
Well, I thought we was
getting to be friends.
[tuts] You done
getting everything you need?
Yeah.
Oh, baby, look at you,
you got mud all over you.
[distorted] Could've been worse.
[normal voice]
Could've been blood. [chuckles]
[normal] You shouldn't have
run off like that, baby girl.
Oh, Victor scared you, huh?
You know,
he wasn't always this violent.
Took a lot of work
to get him like that.
Before I came around,
he was real soft.
He always lettin' his
fancy college educated brother
just walk all over him, run,
run the show.
Little bitch.
I had to toughen my boy up.
You know, you and me, baby,
we ain't that much different.
I lost my mama
when I was little, too.
[exclaims] Let's do make up.
All right, make you less
Little House on the Prairie.
It's sad.
Oh! [laughs]
Well, fuck me sideways.
You want some?
Well, fuck you then.
It's your loss.
All right, so give me your face.
Stop! I'm working here!
It's important.
Haven't you learned your lesson?
Hold still.
I'll make you pretty.
There we go.
I'm sorry for being rough
on you.
[sniffs] It ain't your fault
your daddy brought you
on this job.
At least he loves you enough
to keep you around.
I never knew my daddy.
I only met him...
twice in my life.
Once when I was born
to pay my mama off...
and the second time
to try me out.
No emotional support.
Always looking for love
in all the wrong places.
Used, abused... [sighs]
...hardened, and angry. [sniffs]
-Just a sad, broken bitch.
-[makeup snaps closed]
Maybe I'm making all this
shit up. [laughs]
Vic can't seem to tell.
He believes everything I say.
But that's just between us
girls, okay?
[shouts] Okay?
There you go.
All glown up.
You're so fucking cute,
it's gross.
I promise you
when the time comes,
I'll make it quick and painless.
[kisses]
Hey, what the hell you doing
to her?
Do you like it?
You take that crap off
of her face.
-Hey, hey, hey.
-No, she looks perfect.
That's enough
out of both of you, all right?
We're losing time. Let's go.
[rock music playing]
Hey now, baby,
Why don't you
Come over here
By my side
Yeah,
Hey now, baby
-Ain't no baby
-Who the hell is that?
-[music stops]
-[Victor] Huh?
It's the utility
location services.
They come in, mark the lines
and before the excavation crew
gets in.
-I'll go get rid of him.
-Oh, no, no, no.
So he can go back to his boss
and tell him
somebody on the property
told him to leave?
No. Can't do that.
All right, I'll fuckin...
All right, listen here, Brennan.
You get out there
and humor him, all right?
Let him do his job
and then show him the door.
-All right?
-[Scott] Sure.
I'll be in the camper
with your daughter.
Hey, baby, here,
I'll be listening
to everything you say right now.
-[Scott] Okay.
-This shit's fucking hot.
[Victor whispers] Here we go,
down your ear.
-[Scott] All right.
-[Victor] All right?
-All right, I got it.
-All right.
Don't try anything stupid.
Listen, he tries to signal
for help,
-you shoot him up, all right?
-[Lola] Okay.
Go on. I'll be in the camper
with your daughter.
Please don't you leave me
All alone
[Scott] Howdy.
Can I help you?
-Good morning.
You the home owner?
-No.
[Scott over walkie]
No, I'm just, uh,
just working on the property.
-You here to mark the lines?
-Yeah, yeah.
I got to make sure
they're all marked up
before anybody does any digging.
Right.
Well, have at it, yeah.
[Scott]
I mean, that's a good idea.
That's right, we don't want
anybody getting killed.
[rattles spray can]
Where's he going?
[Victor over phone] I ain't got
all fucking day, Brennan.
Hurry it up.
So, uh...
so you gonna go throughout
the whole property or...
[utility worker]
Wherever this thing leads me.
Yup.
[Victor over phone] That fat
motherfucking piece of shit.
I almost wanna fucking kill him.
[music fades]
Camping out?
Yeah.
I... camp on site,
it saves me the drive.
It's easier than driving in
all the way...
You know, it's...
[Scott laughs]
Good answer, Brennan.
[laughs]
[utility worker]
You're the only one
out here?
[Scott] No, I've got my...
Workers are in town.
They're picking up some
supplies, they'll be back
in a bit.
Looks like the line's
leading us over here.
Yeah.
[Victor]
This shit's fucking boring me.
-You are a fucking boring--
-Let me clean that up for you.
Motherfuckers, ain't you?
I could never have a real job.
Yeah, so...
[clatters]
Uh...
[thuds]
[heavy breathing]
[clattering]
I ain't got all fucking day,
Brennan.
[Victor] Hurry up.
[spray paint hissing]
You ever get some, uh...
criminal activity out here?
[Utility worker]
No, sure don't.
Seems like just a place
where anything can happen.
[Victor] Get him the fuck...
...out of here,
we got a fucking dig!
I'm just thinking, you know,
you never know what...
Nothing around here, pal.
[tense music playing]
Oh, Daddy thinks
he's getting slick.
-Well, you don't need
to get inside, right?
-Hey.
[Victor] Where's he going,
Brennan?
You don't need to go in here,
do you?
It's where the receiver's
leading me.
We're not really working in--
in the house?
[Victor] He finds that body,
he joins it.
[clatters]
[footsteps]
[utility worker] Yeah, dammit.
[clanks]
[utility worker grunts, groans]
-[utility worker] A mistake.
-[GPS beeps]
Looks like we're all done here.
So, what do I do if...
In case there's an emergency?
Everything all right, sir?
Yeah.
I was just wondering what to do
in case of an emergency.
You mean if you accidentally
hit a line?
Yeah.
Call the cops right away.
[Scott] So call...
9-1-1.
[Utility worker]
Yeah, that's it.
9-1-1, huh?
Fucking 9-1-1.
Like, call the police?
Yeah, that's right.
[Victor] Brennan?
Here's the...
Here's all the
pertinent information.
[Victor] You hear me, Brennan?
You take care now.
[car door opens and closes]
-[car engine starting]
-Yeah.
Oh, fucking police, huh?
Come on!
Come on!
What was all that dial 9-1-1
talk, Brennan, huh?
Dangerous neighborhood, huh?
-Hey, hey, hey!
-Fucking bullshit me.
I told you what I was gonna do
if you fucking bullshit me.
I told you what
I'll fucking do to her, huh.
He's gone. Hey!
[stammers] He--He left.
I'll blow her fucking brains
out right now!
He's gone!
He's gone.
I got rid of him.
What more do you want?
We're on a tight schedule,
get back to fucking work.
Yeah, sure.
Yeah, okay.
Come on, Jane,
let's go to work.
[panting]
Calling the fucking police.
Just fucking try that shit
again, man, I'll fuck you up.
All right.
[clanks]
Ain't you glad
you ain't digging?
[jackhammer drilling]
[Victor exhales]
They can see us.
[both laugh]
[jackhammer drilling]
[shovel clanks]
Cool your jets, what's the
matter with you?
I'm fine, I'm fucking fine.
Bullshit.
You're twitching
like a crack whore.
Well, I needed it, fuckface.
I hate being in this
stupid-ass shithole.
You think I like being here?
You know, being here brings
back a couple of memories
-I'd rather forget.
-Oh, you'd rather forget?
He tried to kill me.
Yeah, he cut my fucking throat.
Ain't exactly a massage
and a blow job.
Well, what if we do
all this hard labor shit,
and it doesn't end up
working out?
What you mean?
You think you're so smart.
You think you're such
a fucking professional.
What if we dig it up,
and we put it somewhere else
and some new son of a bitch
finds it?
Well, uh... Well, ain't you
a Cassandra now?
You're such a swinging dick.
Why don't you just own up to
what we did, huh?
Tell your daddy the truth.
Of course you won't,
because deep down inside,
you're just a little baby boy.
Right?
Which is why I'm stuck here
cleaning up your mess,
babysitting daddy
and his deaf daughter
when I should be
drinking Mai-Tai's in Cancun.
Okay, no more drugs for you,
young lady.
It's like you're waiting
for them to turn on us.
And that Brennan, he's a dick.
And I'm telling you, baby,
you play around with a dick
long enough, you end up
getting fucked by it.
Watch your mouth, you fucking
janitor-looking-ass bitch.
-Fuck you.
-Fuck you.
You don't know shit.
Settle down, before
we gonna visit the dentist.
[drilling stops]
[sighs]
I'm sorry.
[drilling continues]
I'm sorry too, baby.
It's just...
[sighs deeply]
This dig is taking so long.
[exhales and chuckles]
What you doing?
Having fun.
-Now?
-Yeah, right now.
-I think they're busy, right?
-Oh, yeah.
[Scott grunts]
[grunts]
-You like that, baby?
-Yeah, yeah.
You're gonna listen
to everything I say?
I'm gonna listen
to everything you say.
Everything?
[jackhammer drilling]
[in sign language]
-Say it.
-Oh, you are the boss.
-[moaning]
-You'll listen to me
from now on?
Oh, whatever you say.
-[Victor moans]
-Why are you taking so long?
-Fuck you. Fuck you.
-Oh, yeah.
[in sign language]
The longer we dig,
the longer we live.
Squirrel!.
Fuck!
[suspenseful music playing]
Come on. Stay with me. Go, go!
You, fuck yeah.
Wait, did you hear that?
[Victor panting]
Nope.
Exactly.
Oh, fuck!
Hey, hello? Help!
Help, help, help, help!
[dog barking]
This way, this way,
this way...
Damn!
[panting]
I'll go low.
[grunting] come on.
-[grunts]
-[chains clanks]
[Scott] Okay, go, go.
All right.
[Scott] Oh, fuck.
Dammit.
Come on, we gotta keep moving.
Come on!
We got to find a car.
The first fucking car
that comes around.
Hey, help!
Help! Help!
Help!
[Scott panting]
Help!
What? No.
Oh, no, no, no, no...
Oh, shit.
Hey, you need a ride?
You know, I feel like we got off
on the wrong foot, Brennan.
[Scott exhales]
Please, just--just let us go.
We're not gonna say anything,
not gonna tell anybody
about this.
[Victor] And you know,
I believe you.
I really do,
and I'm gonna let you go.
You got my word,
with that money like I said.
But right now, well,
we still need
your particular set of skills
to finish the dig, amigo.
Yeah, come on, Brennan.
Vic might be a lot of things,
but he ain't no liar.
Ain't no liar. Mm-mm.
Come on, baby, load up.
Come on.
[music playing on the radio]
Well, I used
To do the slopping
And then I did
The flopping
But now I do the wiggle
'Cause I want
To be the topping
I ain't no Chubby Checker
But they
Call me the wiggling fool
I ain't no Chubby Checker
But they call me
The wiggling fool
'Cause when it comes
To wiggling
I can open up
A wiggling school
Well, I used to do the fish
I did the pony too
But now I do the wiggle
'Cause I needed
Something new
I ain't no Joey Dee
But I rock 'em
At the Peppermint Lounge
Well, I ain't no Joey Dee
But I rock 'em
At the Peppermint Lounge
'Cause
When it comes to wiggling
-[Scott groans]
-[music stops]
[Victor grunts]
-Shit!
-[Scott groans]
[Victor pants]
Oh, shit.
Baby.
All right.
[exhales]
I'm gonna untie you now,
but you gotta get back to work.
That's it?
That's all you're gonna do
after the two of them ran away?
I fucking beat the man,
didn't I?
No, it's her fault.
She's the one that's been
conspiring
after we told her not to.
-Now what the fuck did you say?
-[Jane groans]
Hey, hey.
Hey. Oh, hey.
Put this in your mouth.
Oh, baby, that's not necessary.
-[Lola] You know what they say.
-[Victor] Monsters.
Spare the rod, spoil the child.
No!
[muffled screaming]
-You're a fucking monster.
-[Victor] Oh, man.
Oh, shit.
Oh, my God.
Fuckin' A.
Wow.
You're a fucking man.
[Lola chuckles]
Playtime's over.
Gonna have to get back to work.
[cicadas chirping]
-[clattering]
-[Scott] Fuck...
Anybody home?
[suspenseful music playing]
[gasps]
Oh, shit.
[Tommy] Guys?
[Victor] Wait.
[Tommy] Is everything okay?
Oh, that--that's that kid,
he was a squatter.
He was staying here
in the house.
I told the guy to leave.
Guys?
[heavy breathing]
Guys.
[Victor]
Who's the party crasher?
Well, look, who we've got here.
Jane's got herself
a little Romeo coming out
to play John Wayne.
-[Lola laughs]
-[Scott] Guys.
He's just a kid.
Man, you look like
a little snack.
[Victor] Okay, enough.
[Lola] What, baby,
don't be jealous.
I ain't jealous,
I just don't see you need
to be kissing up
on fucking Dennis the Menace
over here.
-Get down!
-[Tommy groans]
Hey, hey, he's a drifter, okay?
He's come and go,
he means nothing.
Please just let me go.
-[Victor] Oh, yes.
-There's no reason to do this,
guys.
Just let the kid go, will you?
Does anyone know
that you're here?
No, nobody knows I'm here.
-[Lola] Nobody knows, kiddie?
-Well, somebody might.
I mean, he might have talked
to somebody.
Nobody knows.
[Lola] [muffled voice]
Well, that's good.
That makes things easier.
[Victor] Oh! Whoo, shit!
I'm sorry, sweetheart.
Looks like you're gonna have
to swipe right
on some other hero to save you.
[Lola laughs]
[Victor] Might be a little too
soon, but...
-you can do better than him.
-Yeah.
Yeah, he's cute,
he just didn't really
have that thing, you know.
Yeah, a pulse.
[both laugh]
In all seriousness, Brennan,
this is on you, man.
You two see that, right?
-Huh?
-Yeah.
-Yeah, I see it.
-This death's on you, man.
If you hadn't wasted time
running off,
we would have
gotten what we came here for
and be long gone before
little fucking Tiger Beat
came knocking.
You know what we call that?
That's called
a "cosmic epiphany."
Baby, I got goosebumps.
Well, looks like Pablo's got
a little best friend.
Let's take him out back.
Fucking bullshit.
[digging]
[Scott grunts]
Brennan, you were right.
We would have been lost under
this jungle of dirt
and concrete down there.
Ain't you lucky
we spared your life.
You know, Victor, I've been
thinking about
this whole thing.
About why us.
Why this place.
-Have you now?
-[Scott] Yeah.
I figure,
whatever you got down here,
must have been real important
for you to go through
all the trouble to bury it.
Yeah, what you put
in the ground,
you expected it to stay
in the ground, didn't you?
That's enough figuring
from you.
Why don't you get back to work?
Yeah, you know what?
[thuds]
[Scott exhales]
I want to know.
Hey, hey, don't you worry,
Curious George.
You're gonna find out
soon enough.
Now get back to work.
Jesus, what's that smell?
[Victor]
Just keep digging, Brennan.
Who are we digging up here,
Victor?
What is this, 20 questions?
Just do your job, Daddy.
Oh, shit.
All right, look what I got
here.
Wrap these around the front
and the back.
Both of you guys,
wrap the rope around the...
Brennan, you get your daughter
to tie that or I'm gonna take
her hand out.
Come on.
All right, you guys,
let's tie them.
[shovel clanks]
[creaking]
[grunting]
[panting]
[panting]
Oh, my God.
Your brother.
What can I say, Brennan.
Family matters are, uh...
complicated.
Victor's family has got a way
of handling things.
-Ain't that right, baby?
-Yeah, that's right.
That's good you stand up
to your older brother,
Mr. Texas State.
Even when he tries to kill you,
steal your girl, and the money.
Oh, wait a minute, baby.
I thought you said
that he tried to kill you?
Yeah, he did, baby, both of us.
[scoffs]
You gonna believe her, Victor?
I mean, there's a lot of money
in them walls,
and I'm willing to bet...
there's a lot more in there.
She don't
seem like the sharing type.
Hey, storytime's over.
Don't you worry
about our demons, Brennan.
Come on, old man,
you got your own haunting you.
I tell you what,
I ain't got nothing like that.
What about your dead wife?
[Victor] Yeah.
-Oh.
-You know...
everybody's a killer
if they get the chance.
[Victor] All right.
[creaks]
[creaks]
[crowbar clanks]
Oh.
[Lola] Fuck, Billy.
He looks small.
Fuck, Billy smells like shit.
Hey, that's my brother
you're talking about.
All right.
We got four hour till daylight.
Which means we got, like,
eight hours until
the excavation crew gets here.
Which leaves us just enough
time to dispose of Billy
and Pablo and Tiger Beat.
Yeah, but what about...
Not them right now,
'cause we need
to leave this place empty.
I don't wanna carry
all them bodies on my own.
So, we'll just lock them up
until we're ready to leave.
No.
That's bullshit.
I'm doing it right now.
You gonna make me carry
five fucking bodies on my own?
Why are you being
so fucking lazy?
[Lola and Victor
speaking indistinctly]
I'm just saying it's a lot
of fucking bodies, is all.
I'm doing it right fucking now.
All right,
time to do more chores.
Let's go.
Single file.
I said fucking go!
Whoa. Yeah, okay, okay.
[Lola] Got a lot more
work to do.
[Scott] Uh...
All right.
Get down.
All right, Daddy,
I'm gonna give you a choice.
You can watch little miss
angel face die first...
or I can put you out
of your pathetic misery.
Hmm.
Get your dirty hands off my kid.
Why don't you shut the fuck up?
-[Victor] Hey, baby.
-[Lola] What?
Can I borrow you for a second?
[Lola] Jesus fucking Christ.
This dumbass.
-Hey.
-What?
So, sweetheart,
Brennan got me thinking...
maybe he awakened a rather
long held suspicion I've had,
maybe Billy wasn't trying
to "kill" you.
Maybe the two of you alone
in that room with all that money
-gave you ideas?
-Oh,
so now you're gonna listen
to complete strangers.
Did he try to kill you, Lola?
It don't matter anymore, baby.
Shit. I killed my brother,
so I'd say it's sort of
kind of maybe fucking matters!
[Victor]
Now, the shit ain't paranoia
if the shit is true.
[in sign language]
[mouthing]
[in sign language]
Now, I'm gonna
ask you something
and I'mma only
ask you once, okay?
Did you fuck my brother?
[in sign language]
[in sign language]
...to forgive each other...
and ourselves.
Hell, I fucked
your daddy, too.
-God, I fucking knew it!
-That money was mine.
My body earned it.
Your brother was a dickwad
and your daddy don't love you,
hell, he put
a fucking hit on you.
I saved you from your brother.
You should be thanking me.
Baby...
I just say it like it is.
[in sign language]
[distant coyote howling]
Fuck my brother
and then get me to kill him,
you fucking bitch!
That's why I fucking love you!
You're the smartest
fucking woman I know. [chuckles]
-Bitch, you gonna
marry me.
-Yeah. I'll marry you.
[both chuckling]
[Victor] Lola.
-[Lola and Victor kissing]
-[Victor] Lola.
Let's get the hell out of here.
Oh... Brennan!
Brennan!
-[gunshot]
-[Scott groans]
[Scott] Run.
Run, run, run!
-[Victor] Man, you got
a good shot, huh?
-[Jane groans]
-Holy shit, Brennan.
-[Scott] Jane!
-[Jane groans]
-[Scott] Jane!
[Scott groaning
and yelling]
Fucking does that hurt?
-[Scott] Jane!
-[Victor] Oh, I don't like
doing this.
-[Scott groaning]
-You think I enjoy this shit?
-You wanna fucking die
right now, fucking motherfucker?
-[Jane groaning]
-Please, stop. Stop.
[Jane groans]
-[Victor chuckles]
-[Lola sighs]
-[Scott] You get off my kid!
-[Victor] You, motherfucker!
-Oh, you're in pain, aren't you?
-[Scott] Don't touch her!
-You're in fucking pain.
-[Scott groans]
Just where do you think
you're going, sweet cheeks?
[Jane crying out]
[Victor] Show her
a fucking good time.
Show her a little
fucking discipline.
[Lola] What the fuck
you doing, bitch?
[Victor] You're about to fuck...
Fucking brat. Teach her some
fucking. manners.
-[Lola groans]
-[Jane yells]
-[blood trickling]
-[gasping]
-[Victor] Baby?
-[Lola gasping]
Baby?
-[Lola gasping, groaning]
-Oh, shit.
-[Scott] Come on. Come on. Go.
-[Victor] Oh, shit.
[Lola gasping]
-[Lola gasping]
-Oh, no, baby.
You fucks!
[crying] Oh, baby. Oh!
[Scott groaning]
Okay, okay, get in.
[sobbing] Oh, baby.
No, you fucking bitch.
[Scott] Go, go. Go.
[sighs] Oh, God. Thank God.
Okay.
-Damn it. [grunts]
-[engine sputtering]
[engine starts]
-[Scott groans]
-[Victor grunts]
Fuck!
[both grunting]
[metallic thudding]
-[Scott groaning]
-Fuck!
I'm gonna take your heart
out of your fucking body.
Going to tear you!
Shit! Fucking bitch,
you're next.
Fuck you! I'm gonna
fuck you up right now, bitch!
-[Scott groaning]
-[Victor grunts]
[both grunting]
[groaning]
We're gonna start
a family together,
I'll be gentle.
Dad!
[handbrake clicks]
-[Jane screaming]
-[engine revving]
[Victor yelling]
[shuddered breathing]
[Scott] Princess.
[Scott breathing heavily]
-[sniffles] Oh, honey.
-[Jane crying]
Oh, baby, it's all right.
It's done, it's over.
[sniffles] It's over, sweetie.
[muffled] It's all right.
It's all right. It's all right.
[normal voice] I love you.
-[sobbing]
-[Scott] Oh, honey.
-[Jane sniffles]
-[Scott] Honey...
[mouthing] I love you too.
[music plays]
You okay?
You're all right, it's okay.
No more driving for you tonight,
little lady.
I went walking out
In the cold
I saw the fires burn...
-[truck door closes]
-Would've stumbled home
through the door
If I only could
It's easy to see
That we can't all be free
But all I ask is that
You just stay with me
Let's go home, squirrel.
I went out to California
To take my sweet
Sweet time
Back through Alabama
On my way home
It's easy to see
What you lose
You cannot keep
But all I ask is that
You just wait for me
Well, I'm just sitting here
Trying to pass the time
Skipping stones
Under the moonlight
We're all just living
In this moment
Trying to find
A story to tell
I think I'm doing well
I'm just sitting here
Trying to pass the time
Counting stars
With you by my side
We're all just
Living in this moment
Trying to find
A story to tell
I think I'm doing well
I went out to California
To take my sweet
Sweet time
Back through Alabama
On my way home