The Caretaker (2025) Movie Script
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- Dad, I know that you
don't wanna hear from me,
specially after what
happened last time we talked.
I am sorry I'm not as strong as you.
I wish I was, but
Dad, I, I, uh, I can't do this on my own.
I, I need your help.
Just call me back. Just gimme a call back.
I love you, Dad.
Argh.
Huh.
Uh.
Ah.
- Hey, man, Sun's up. We should get going.
- What's the rush?
It's the off-season. No one's around.
- You haven't heard about The Caretaker?
- The what?
- From what I heard,
this giant doesn't speak.
His piercing gaze says it all.
On top of that, killed a
grizzly with his bare hands
and wrestled a mountain lion.
- What are you talking about?
You know that's bullshit.
You're The Caretaker?
You fucking kidding me?
Thought you said this guy
was supposed to be a giant.
- It's what I heard.
- Yeah, yeah, maybe a giant pussy.
What do you gotta say about that?
No one back there. Uh, hello?
Musta forgot the he-doesn't-speak portion
of the story, right?
Okay, now fuck off fore
I have to beat your ass.
- Maybe we should just go.
- Yeah, man, I don't wanna get in trouble.
- What's this dipshit gonna do?
- Come on, wait. Let's just, just go.
- Yeah, let's head home.
- 'Kay, fine, we'll leave.
- Argh! Argh!
What the fuck?
- Hey, man, we'll leave.
- Sorry.
Wayne, you okay?
- He broke my nose.
- Yeah, he did.
- It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
- Uh, Johnny, I'm, uh, I'm struggling.
Take me through it again.
You lost the money.
- I didn't lose the money.
I made an investment
that, uh, didn't pan out.
- But it's gone?
- Yes.
- So what's the difference?
- Um.
- Uh, uh.
- Well, I-
- Chuck.
- Sounds like he lost it, boss.
- Indeed.
Ya fucking lost it!
So,
what do you propose I do
about this problem, Johnny?
- I can make it back.
- I just need some time.
- Mm, well, you have made me
a lotta money over the years,
I have to say that.
- Yes, millions!
- Mm-hmm, and I suppose,
if I was to give you an
extended amount of time,
you would, uh, make me millions again.
- Oh yeah, so much money
you wouldn't know what to do with it.
- Mmm, sounds delicious.
That's an exciting proposition, Johnny,
one that I'm gonna, uh, contemplate
for about six fucking seconds.
And then guess what.
Eventually, time runs
out on everyone, Johnny.
I'm sorry, Johnny.
- Please.
- I gotta take this call.
- Plea-...
- Yeah, Freddie, talk to me.
- I got her.
- Yeah, look. Keep me updated.
Hey, Freddie.
- Yeah.
- Don't screw this up.
Johnny, I'm on the phone.
- Ah.
Sounds like everything's going well.
- Yeah, yeah, so far, so good.
- When can we expect 'em?
- Early afternoon.
- Great.
- Yeah.
I'm sad.
I never noticed how,
how handsome Johnny was.
He looks so peaceful though.
You know what I mean?
I mean, uh, uh, I never realized
how handsome Johnny was.
Yeah, v-, a very handsome man.
The girls must've gone crazy for this guy.
I didn't even see it.
- Want me to call the doc, boss?
- No, nah, nah, I'm all right.
- What do you want me to do with the body?
- Well, you know, we,
we gotta put him somewhere
where the family can find him.
I mean, we owe him that, for sure. Um...
Uh, find a, find a place,
and uh, contact the funeral home.
Find out whoever sends, you
know, the biggest arrangement.
Make sure ours is better, ours is bigger.
Always, always remember,
very, very important thing,
always send the best
floral arrangement you can
when you're sending it for a friend.
- Got it, boss.
- I gotta go take a piss, Johnny.
I've been holding it in
for a fucking hour over
here it seems like.
Who knew you were gonna breathe that long.
- Hey, Dad.
You be falling asleep on the porch again?
- Mm.
- Why didn't you answer me?
Hmm?
Why didn't you help me?
Why didn't you answer me?
Why didn't you help me? Huh?
- Sorry to bother you, Sir.
I'd like to inquire if
you accepted Jesus Christ
as your personal savior.
Nah. You are in luck.
For only 19.99,
I can get you a copy
of his New Testament,
the one that says assholes and dipshits
can be sent directly to Hell
by the sweet, sweet iron of the gods.
I see you already have one.
Wanna put it to use?
- Mm-hmm.
- Tried calling before I came,
but I couldn't get through.
Cell phone towers must still be down.
Did the windstorm damage the property?
- Yeah, a bit.
- Need some help, just let me know.
Till we open up here in the spring,
I'm volunteering as a
chaplain at the prison.
That's my way of giving back
and seeing some of my old friends.
- Mm.
- Isn't today Grace's birthday?
I know you're not much of a talker.
If you need someone.
- I'm out of ammo.
- If you tell me I'm driving
too fast, I swear to God,
I'll fucking lose it.
Don't.
This music keeps me calm, and
trust me, you want me calm.
You know, you've already been
pushing my buttons today.
If you were any other bitch,
I woulda slapped you already.
- Hey, where the fuck are we going?
- I'm getting off
of this fucking highway.
I know this road. It goes
down the middle of nowhere.
- You know, people take these
off-season caretaker gigs
for two reasons.
Maybe the world's turned its back on you.
Maybe you turned your back on the world.
I like to think that we've become friends.
That's proof right there
that the world hasn't
turned its back on you,
so forgive yourself.
Turn around and face that motherfucker.
There's beauty all around.
Well, maybe not here,
but you know what I mean.
I'll tell you what,
I'll go and get a case
of replacement bottles,
come back later today.
Maybe you can help me empty 'em.
Sounds good?
- Hey, asshole, move right!
What's so funny?
- Oh man, you are way too high-strung.
- Oh, I'm high-strung.
Oh, uh, hey, I've got an idea for you.
Why don't you take some pills
and knock yourself out for a couple hours,
you fucking junkie?
- Well, what if I could,
but you didn't exactly
give me time to pack.
- Aw, for fuck sakes.
- Well, what's wrong?
- I don't know. Do I look
like a mechanic to you?
- Well, what the fuck are we gonna do?
We're in the middle of nowhere.
- We just have to, just have
to make it to the next town.
- You find Freddie?
- No, and it's going
straight to voicemail.
- Don't tell me this dipshit
let the phone run outta power.
- 'Kay, I won't.
You shoulda sent me to get her.
- I needed you here for
this morning's business.
- Just my fucking luck.
- I'm gonna head to the restroom.
- Fuck you are. I'm not
letting you outta my side.
Dammit, why didn't you tell
me I had blood on my shirt?
Heh, of course.
- We are closed.
- Yeah, man, I'm not here to
check out your tourist trap.
My car broke down.
Can you call me a tow?
- Phone's out.
- Jesus Christ.
- What's that?
- It's a satellite phone.
These things work everywhere.
You can buzz off now.
- You don't have be such an asshole.
- Now shut the fuck up.
I'm calling the boss.
Hey, boss, how's it going,
- Freddie, everything on track?
- Uh, we've had a hiccup.
- This fucking guy.
Freddie, the girl's okay,
though? Everything's good?
- No, no, no, she's here
but not without a cost.
Couple of the guys she was with are dead,
and uh, we lost Victor.
- Who the fuck cares about
Victor? You still got the girl?
- She's fine. Sh-she's...
- Then what's the problem, Freddie?
- My car broke down.
- For fuck's sake, Freddie, where are you?
- Some shithole.
It's called, uh, Cooper Kane Ghost Town.
- Freddie, A, B, C. Do
the fucking connection!
It's a four-hour straight
down the highway road
to get from LA to Vegas!
- Well, yeah, I know. I just...
I thought that, uh-
- You thought.
I don't pay you to think, Freddie.
I pay you to take
directions, my directions!
- Okay, boss, I'll, uh, figure it out.
- Yeah, yeah, you better
figure it out, Freddie.
Listen to me.
Fuck around. Fuck around.
Soon, you won't be around, Freddie.
You get that girl here without a scratch.
Do you understand me?
- All right, boss. You got it.
- W-what, what am I, fucking, uh...
This fucking mook!
Find out where this ghost town is, please.
- We got it, boss.
- Chuck, he fucks up one more
time, I leave it up to you.
- Hi.
I don't suppose you know
anything about fixing cars, huh?
Urgh, yeah, I didn't think so.
All right, look, I'm gonna need the number
of a towing company
and a good one, none of
these, um, backwoods hicks
ya have around here.
Hey, Earth to weirdo,
towing company, now.
Think he likes you.
Makes sense.
Trash has a, uh, habit of collecting.
See? Wasn't so hard, was it?
This is good.
Keep it up.
Maybe I'll give you a tip.
Gimme a sec.
You know, I don't like the
way you're looking at me.
- Just do what he says.
- There is no money.
- This isn't a fucking robbery.
What am I gonna steal
from ya? Bones and stones?
You know what? We are gonna
need your car, though.
- Hmm, no car.
- Bullshit, saw a dozen
piece-of-shit cars outside
when I came in.
- They don't run.
- Yeah?
We'll see about that, won't we?
Now move.
Yeah, boss.
- Freddie, what the
hell is taking so long?
- Been like two minutes.
- I didn't ask ya how long it's been.
I asked you what's
taking so long, Freddie.
- I'm working on it.
- You're working on it.
That's great, Freddie.
That, that inspires me.
That makes me feel so fucking confident.
Freddie! What the fuck is going on?
- The guy working here is being difficult.
Then put him down.
Take his car, and I'll
send somebody out there
to clean up the location, Freddie.
- Uh, his car's not working.
- This guy.
Freddie, listen. Listen.
Get the fucking job done.
- Hey, listen,
I will handle this, all right.
I'll deliver the girl as promise.
It's just going to take me a
little longer than I expected.
Argh! Argh!
- Freddie?
Freddie!
- Urgh.
Huh.
Ah!
Urgh!
Gah!
Urgh!
Argh!
Uh!
Huh!
Urgh!
Argh!
Argh!
Urgh!
- What'd you find
out about this ghost town?
- It's about halfway between here and LA.
- Near Two Bunch?
- Thereabouts, but it's the off-season,
so it should be closed.
- We gotta assume
that, after hearing the
gunshots, that Freddie's dead.
- What should we do?
- Might be time to call
the four card studs.
Tell 'em it's a priority. Keep it quiet.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
Tell 'em the girl must
come back unharmed, though.
No heavy-handed stuff. Quiet.
- What about Freddie's body?
- Fuck Freddie. I never liked his body.
- All right.
- Oh, I like her.
- She must be new.
I've never seen her before.
- Mmm, yeah,
she smells new.
What's your name, doll?
- It's Candy.
- I like candy.
Ha, heh. Ha.
Hey, ya hear that, Jack?
You're shit outta luck.
He's diabetic.
You're not laughing.
- You like to joke around too much, huh?
- It's why they call me Joker.
- This is a strip club.
It's not a comedy club
- You know, could combine them.
A solid business opportunity
if I've ever heard one.
- Oh, I like that idea, Jack.
Maybe we'll call it, uh,
Giggle Clits.
- Dude, shut the fuck up already.
- Hey, wait. I recognize you.
You're that MMA fighter.
- Name's Ace. Undefeated in the ring.
- So why'd you stop fighting?
- He was banned from
all the organizations.
- Oh, yeah? For what?
- Killed a guy in my last fight.
- It's a brutal sport. Accidents happen.
- Gentlemen, I'm afraid playtime's over.
- Oh, what's the rush?
All work and no play makes Jack more dull
than he already is.
- I just received a call from Draco.
Seems we have a situation
that needs our, uh, attention.
Come here. Where are my manners?
Sorry to cut this short,
but hopefully, this makes up for it.
- I've been waiting to bump into you, Ace.
- My boy here's the
toughest fighter out there.
- Oh, lemme guess.
You're 100-0.
- We got the oh part right,
but I stopped counting wins at 300.
- Well, the only thing
that you've done 300 times
is choke your fucking chicken,
and I'm guessing you probably
took an L at that too.
- Keep it up and you'll be next.
- Is that a threat?
- Not a threat, but it's a promise.
- Ah, here we go.
Gentlemen, gentlemen,
we need to be leaving.
- F-fuck. I knew you were gonna pussy out.
- Ha ha, gah, I hate that word.
So, uh, juvenile.
No, no, I think you
mistook what that meant.
Make it quick.
First one's free, Brother.
I said, "First one."
- Huh.
- Ah.
- Argh.
- Ah.
- Argh! Mother-...
Ooh.
- You done?
- Yeah, I'm done.
Urgh! Urgh!
Urgh! Urgh!
- Argh! Argh!
Urgh!
- Argh!
- Come on, idiot.
- Dad, I know that
you don't wanna hear from me,
specially after what
happened last time we talked.
I am sorry I'm not as strong as you.
I wish I was,
but Dad, I, I, uh, I
can't do this on my own.
I, I need your help.
- Hey, does that work? Lemme see.
- No, sorry.
- Fuck.
There's this guy, Draco,
really fucking bad news, okay?
The guy I just shot,
he kidnapped me this morning
take me to him, 'kay?
Draco's gonna be so pissed.
Oh fuck, Freddie told
him where we were, okay?
We gotta leave right now.
- What about that car?
- Oh, when we stopped for gas,
I put some diesel in it,
hoping that when it would breaks down
I could flag down a cop or something.
Can you fix it?
- It's not possible.
- Fuck.
Okay, what about down the road?
Is there anywhere we could go, at all?
- There is no nothing.
- You should just take off
into the desert and hide.
They won't hurt me.
You just don't understand.
These people, they will kill you
without even a second thought.
- Just follow me.
- Okay, gentlemen, same plan as always:
fast, silent, and no mistakes.
Keep it tight.
The girl is off-limits. Ya hear me, Joker?
- Sounds boring.
- Mm-hmm, Draco's orders.
Now, whoever she's with, fair game.
We, we do whatever the
fuck we want with 'em.
What can you tell me
about the location, Jack?
- Dilapidated buildings on the property,
tons of junk cars and buses,
even an old mine.
- The assumption is that
they know we're coming now,
so we gotta assume they
fortified their position.
- What if they left?
- No, intel says they're
still there. They're stuck.
- There is a place where
we can scope them out
from a distance.
- Good. You sit up overwatch
there and cover our asses.
- How many targets do we have?
- Two, a man and the woman.
Like I said, the woman is to be unharmed;
the man, fair game.
- Well, I call dibs on the kill.
- "Dibs"? What, we in
fucking grade school?
- Gentlemen, we are on a
timetable with this one,
so whoever has the first shot takes it.
Understand?
- You got it, King.
- All right, let's rock and roll.
I got dinner reservations tonight.
- Is this your daughter?
She's really pretty.
Draco's men are gonna be on the way.
- Care to share?
- Not unless you don't mind
your piss turning green.
- I'll pass.
Do they help?
- Ah, considering they gave
me three months to live
over a year ago, I guess
they're doing something.
Any news?
- They're on their way.
- Good.
Yeah, um, I'm tired.
I'm not feeling good. I'm not...
Do me a favor, will ya?
Wake me up when they, when they get her.
- Will do, boss.
- Thanks, Chuck.
- Where are we going?
This? Does it run?
Can you fix it?
You know, you don't talk much, do you?
You know, people say I talk too much.
When I was a kid, they
called me jabbering Gina.
It annoyed my father so much.
He saw it as a weakness.
But my mom, she never judged me.
She just let me babble on.
She called that our special
little conversations.
I often wonder
how different things would
be if she was still here.
She disappeared when I was nine,
and I used to pray every day
that maybe she'd come back someday.
I missed her so much.
But as the years went on, the sadness,
it turned to anger.
You know, I actually started
to hate her for what she did.
You know, how could she leave me?
How could she be so selfish?
I let the anger consume me,
but I knew the truth.
I hated myself,
and deep down, I knew
she was dead.
And that's when I met the love of my life.
He came in a syringe,
and he took all the pain away.
But the love didn't last.
It never does.
I needed help,
and I had no one to help me.
- What do you
want me to do with this?
- I want you to love it as much as I do.
Just put it down.
It's a beautiful view, isn't it?
- You did it. You got it running.
Now let's get the hell out of here.
No. No, no, no.
What happened?
Can you get it running again?
Shit.
Someone's here.
- Wait.
- Ha ha.
- Heh heh.
- Ha.
This place is amazing.
- Told you.
- How'd you find it?
- Charity took some
pictures here last summer.
- That bitch.
- She totally went viral.
- Urgh, it says it's closed.
- Well, we're hot girls.
We can do whatever we want.
- You're right.
We rule the world.
- And besides, do ya see anyone
here that's gonna stop us?
- Hey!
- We didn't know it was closed.
- We have to get out of here.
- No, we have to take pics first.
We drove all the way from Encino.
- No, you don't understand.
There's, there's bad men.
- Honey, all men are bad.
- And you shoulda figured
that out at your age.
- They will kill you.
- Girl, what are you on?
- And can we get some?
- Shit, let's go.
- Yeah.
- Argh! Argh!
Argh!
- Huh!
- Argh! Argh!
Oh my god! Argh!
Uh.
- Are you okay?
- H-hel-hel-help me.
- Nice shot.
- Yeah, they've really
lost their minds.
Get it? 'Cause th-their brains
are scattered everywhere.
- For a guy named Joker,
you're not that funny.
- Yeah, yeah, go fist yourself.
- Did you see that?
They just killed those
girls like it was nothing.
- They're hiding behind that building.
You got a clean shot?
- No, but they are pinned down.
- 'Kay.
Jack, you guard up here.
Radio any information
you consider pertinent.
- You got it, King.
- All right, gentlemen, we
got a rat to kill. Let's go.
- Ooh , yeah!
- You know, I can get the
keys to the car. Remember?
You saw what happened?
They're not gonna shoot me.
- No.
- Well, we can't just sit here
forever and do nothing, okay?
I can do this, okay?
- Slow.
- Okay.
Argh!
I'm okay.
Shit. Okay.
Nothing.
So what do we do now?
Does anyone else live here?
Can we hide out inside here?
- No, we will be trapped.
- Fuck, okay.
- Come on.
- Okay.
- Hide.
- No, no, no, you should keep it.
- Too loud. Take it.
- What? What do you mean?
Oh, I see.
It would draw them all to you. 'Kay.
Hey, why do I need the gun?
- Emergency.
- "Emergency."
What are you doing?
Well, that's reassuring.
- Trust you two can handle this.
- One guy, piece of cake.
- Remember: whatever you
do, do not hurt the girl.
Do you understand me?
- Yeah, we got it.
- Good. Go get her.
- Oh, you wanna square up, old man? Huh?
- Fuck it.
What the fuck?
- Ah!
- No.
- Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
- Are you okay?
- Uh.
- Come on.
Come on, come on, we gotta go.
Are you okay?
- Oh.
- You okay?
- Huh. Hmm.
- How many are there?
What? Three?
Whoa, no, no, no, no,
no, you can't pass out.
You have to help me.
You have to help me.
- Help me, Dad.
- You have to help me.
- Dad, help me, please.
Dad, help me.
- Okay, okay, come on. Up.
Come on.
- Hey, wakey, wakey.
- Oh.
- You enjoy your little nap?
- Aw, that fucker can fight.
- Yeah? You don't say.
- Argh.
He dead?
- No, not yet.
- Ah, I'll get his ass.
- Then you're gonna need this.
- Oh yeah? How'd you do?
- Better than you.
- Easy, easy, all right?
- Where is he, anyways?
- That shitty brown bus right there.
- Well, what the fuck are we waiting for?
Let's go kill his ass.
- Oh yeah, yeah, how'd that
work out for you last time? Huh?
Relax. This time, we're making a plan.
Jack, can you get a shot at
that brown bus behind me?
- I can, but it's not great.
- All right, and
lemme know if they leave.
- You got it.
- Ah, heh heh, Zeke!
How you doing? What do you think?
- Gross.
- What the fuck are you
talking about, gross?
This is a masterpiece.
This is like Michelangelo.
Are you kidding me?
Pablo Picasso. They all...
They bow to me,
but it is a testimonial to the fact
that I always finish what I start.
That's what got me to where I am today.
Don't ever forget that, Zeke.
Very valuable life lesson.
I'll sell this bad boy
online for 20 grand.
I know you want one.
You want me to make you
one? I'll make ya...
I'll give ya, I'll give you this one.
It's an original.
No? You're not feeling it?
What the fuck do you know?
It's a beautiful.
It's a beautiful. Lemme just...
Lemme sit back for a
minute, take a look at...
Hang on. You know what?
It's missing.
It needs a little crown
right on there like that.
Look at that! Huh?
Got a little lung phlegm
on there, little blood.
It's very personal.
- Ladies first. I'll cover you.
- Hey, Jack just radioed.
While you two were
dicking around up there,
they slipped out the back.
He says they're heading to the mine
but didn't have a clean shot.
So if you don't mind, can we come down?
It's a girl and an old
man, for Christ sakes.
- Why is it so important
that Gina come home?
You haven't spoken to her in years,
and it's not like you're
exactly the sentimental type.
- You know, my wife always told me
I didn't show my emotions enough.
You know what I told her?
- What?
- "You hurt my feelings."
Then I shot her.
- I remember.
I took care of the body.
- That's right. You did.
- So what, feeling guilty, and
you wanna tell her the truth?
- Nah, Gina's a lotta things,
but dumb's not one of 'em.
She knows what I did.
- Then why, boss?
- Uh, I'm on borrowed time,
and that time's about to run out.
I'm not afraid of death.
I've embraced death.
That's why I built this empire.
But I'm here, and she's coming back
'cause I need to rectify
one mistake that I made.
- What's the mistake, boss.
- I shoulda killed her,
just like her mother.
- Why didn't you
have Freddie take care of it?
You woulda saved all the drama.
- That woulda been too easy.
She was gonna roll state's evidence on me.
She was in the witness protection program.
I needed to find out what she knows
what she's already told 'em.
No, n-no, no, no, no.
No, she needs to come here.
She needs to come here
and see Papa. Capiche?
I ever tell you about my
dog, when I was a kid?
- No.
- I had a little dog.
His name was Butch. I loved the dog.
You know, just a little fucking mutt.
You know, wasn't nothing
special, but, but,
but I loved the dog.
One day, I came home, and he was gone.
I mean just, poof, no more Butch,
and I thought to myself, "Lesson learned.
No one is ever gonna
leave me again, ever."
But it turned out it was all bullshit.
The dog evidently bit my father.
He never liked my fucking father.
Nobody liked my father. He was an asshole.
So my father took the dog,
and he put him down.
Never asked me nothing.
Never asked me if I wanted
to be there to say goodbye.
Nothing. That shoulda been me.
I shoulda been the one to put
the dog down. He was mine.
Same here, just like her mother.
Don't you understand? She's disloyal.
She's mine, my kid.
Now she's gotta pay.
That moment, I'm not gonna be deprived
of that fucking moment.
Same moment I had with her mother.
That little light in the back of the iris,
and you watch it sparkling a little bit,
a little bit, a little bit.
It gets a little dimmer, a
little dimmer, a little dimmer
at the realization that
you're about to die.
I'm not getting fucking deprived of that.
I'm gonna see that in her eye.
I'm gonna watch that light go out.
Pchw!
- It's ice cold, boss.
- We get 'em trapped in there.
Let's finish this.
What is that?
Draco won't stop, you know?
He always gets what he wants.
- What does he want you?
- I am his daughter.
- Hmm?
- My dad was shit.
He never protected me.
You know, I wish I had a dad like you.
Hey, where is your daughter?
- She died.
- Oh.
I'm so sorry.
Ya know, I've thought about dying, too,
even thought about just
running straight into traffic
just to get it over with.
- Don't.
It will be okay, Grace.
- My name is Gina.
Uh, I just realized I
don't even know your name.
- Adam.
- I'm so sorry that I
got you into this, Adam.
- Stop.
No, stop!
- Ace, get the girl.
- Stop! I give up.
I give up, no. No!
No! No, let me go!
Stop!
No! Let me go!
No. No!
- Urgh.
- Stand up. Slowly.
Confess.
- What?
- What are you doing up here?
- Shooting birds.
- With a sniper rifle?
Get any yet?
- Couple.
- Jack, we have the woman.
Ace and Joker have the man cornered
in the building by the mine.
This'll be over soon.
- Listen, we can figure this out.
- You better start praying
for a miracle, Son.
- I don't believe in God.
- Well, tell him that when you see him.
- Argh!
- Uh.
Ah! Urgh.
Gah. Urgh.
- Why are you grinning?
- This whole day's been
exciting for me.
See, killing's like fucking.
- Exciting? Is that what you
call getting your ass kicked?
- No , that's just the foreplay.
- Enough!
Come out now, or we're
gonna kill the girl.
- Uh. Ooh.
- Figured, since your
little stunt with the purse,
he knew that we couldn't harm you,
but was worth a shot.
- Just take me and leave him.
He's just a caretaker.
- Oh darling, he's so much more than that,
probably ex-military.
You know what? I gotta hand it to him.
Gave us a run for our money.
But since my associate
here put a bullet in him,
hope you had a chance to say goodbye.
- Oh yeah.
- This is the endgame, sweetheart.
Get ready for it.
'Kay, boys, finish this.
Once you dispatch him,
double-time it back to the truck.
Wanna be outta this shithole in an hour.
- Gonna have time to clean up the scene?
- You either clean it up,
or you don't get paid.
Do you understand me?
- Fucking hate cleanup.
Shoot ya for it.
- Heh.
- Fuck, every fucking time.
Better be fucking dead already.
- Well, young lady, it's time
we bid adieu to this cesspool.
Tell ya, you gotta be
someone really important
for Draco to go through this much trouble.
- Hey, hey, the hell's wrong with you?
- Argh, shit.
- Christ.
All this trouble-
- Gimme that back.
- for a fucking junkie.
No, come on, get up.
Get up. Get up.
What a waste. You're a-
Uh! Argh!
- Shit. Shit.
Yes.
- God.
All right, bitch.
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
Hey, asshole.
I'm afraid your sniper took a
little backflip off the ridge.
His dismount was rough, but
he really stuck the landing.
Are any of you guys actually
tough? I'm here waiting.
As they say, fuck around and find out.
- I swear to God I'm gonna
gut you like a fucking pig!
Ace, did you hear that?
- I'm on it.
- Good. Make it painful, for Jack.
Bitch.
- That your friend on the radio? Huh?
Ah, no matter.
He'll be dead soon.
He-he!
It's just you and me now.
There's only one way
outta here. Mm.
Tell you what,
I'll put my gun away,
and we'll settle this the
old-fashioned way, huh?
Hand to hand.
Ah, yeah, you got me.
I'm not like Ace though.
I don't have nothing to prove.
I just like killing.
Fast, slow,
just another notch on my belt.
I ain't gonna fall for
that one.
Ace?
Ace, you all right?
Huh!
Take it you the toughest one on your team.
- I'm the toughest one on any team.
- Pride, that'll be your downfall.
- You talk too much.
- Watch your manner, ya bitch.
Argh.
Oh, you bitching out now?
- It's a fight.
Anything goes.
Argh!
Argh.
- You are so lucky that I'm not allowed
to harm a hair in that
pretty little head of yours.
Mm, the things I would do to you.
Hell, some of them you might like.
Might even fall in love.
It wouldn't last though, darling.
But the agony, yeah,
that'd go on for days.
- Argh.
- Got ya.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy, easy.
Easy. Who the hell are you?
- You really wanna know?
- Mm.
- Argh.
- Gah!
Come on, get up!
Argh!
- Come on.
- Damn it.
- Uh, argh. Argh.
Argh.
I was wondering when you'd see the light.
- This is fitting, Father.
- The Lord works in mysterious ways.
Ready for the next round?
- I'm ready for the final round.
- Would you like to say a prayer first?
- Nah, I'm good.
- All right. Okay, suit yourself.
I'll ring the bell.
I don't wanna kill you in God's house.
Urgh.
- Urgh!
- Come on. Come on, tough guy.
- Gah!
- Argh! You motherfucker!
Urgh.
- Father, I have sinned!
Argh!
Argh, you let go of my hair, pussy.
Uh.
- Come out. Come out wherever you are.
I know you're in here.
Wanna play hide and seek? Fine with me.
You're not gonna like you
when I find you though.
Oh, look at you.
Now, you're there.
That means he's here.
You think I'm fucking stupid, huh?
That this wasn't a setup?
Get up!
Argh! Urgh!
Urgh! Urgh!
Argh!
Ah!
Hmph!
You killed my fucking men!
Come on, come on, come on.
- Uh, huh? Here, get up.
Oh shit. We don't have much time.
- Fuck you think you're going?
Where are you going to go now? Huh?
Nowhere left to run.
You know what?
Hell with the money.
Gonna cut your fucking heart out.
Argh!
No!
- Don't worry. He's a friend.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah. You?
- I might have to say about
three million Hail Marys,
but I think I'll be fine.
How 'bout you, young lady?
- Yeah, I'm good. Thanks.
- Still got that case of beer in the car.
- Really?
- OMG, is that joy I hear?
- My best friend. Ha.
- Zeke.
- Well, well, well, look
what the cat dragged in.
I take it you're the reason
for my problems today, Sir.
I'm impressed. Nice work.
Could use a man
like you on my team,
considering I just had a very
unexpected opening.
No, huh? Ah, that's okay.
Actually, at the end of
the day, I got exactly
what I wanted.
My darling daughter has finally come home.
- Why was it so important
for me to be here?
- Because I'm sick,
and I'm dying,
and I needed to rectify a mistake,
the only mistake I've ever made.
You see, I coulda had my men kill you,
but that would've taken
away all the pleasure
of my doing it myself,
just like I did your worthless mother.
- Maybe you should have.
- Oh no. Oh.
Oh, no, don't shoot.
What, are you- fucking kidding me?
You're weak, just like her.
You can't pull the trigger.
- This is for her.
- Bitch.
- Dad, I know that you
don't wanna hear from me,
specially after what
happened last time we talked.
I am sorry I'm not as strong as you.
I wish I was, but
Dad, I, I, uh, I can't do this on my own.
I, I need your help.
Just call me back. Just gimme a call back.
I love you, Dad.
Argh.
Huh.
Uh.
Ah.
- Hey, man, Sun's up. We should get going.
- What's the rush?
It's the off-season. No one's around.
- You haven't heard about The Caretaker?
- The what?
- From what I heard,
this giant doesn't speak.
His piercing gaze says it all.
On top of that, killed a
grizzly with his bare hands
and wrestled a mountain lion.
- What are you talking about?
You know that's bullshit.
You're The Caretaker?
You fucking kidding me?
Thought you said this guy
was supposed to be a giant.
- It's what I heard.
- Yeah, yeah, maybe a giant pussy.
What do you gotta say about that?
No one back there. Uh, hello?
Musta forgot the he-doesn't-speak portion
of the story, right?
Okay, now fuck off fore
I have to beat your ass.
- Maybe we should just go.
- Yeah, man, I don't wanna get in trouble.
- What's this dipshit gonna do?
- Come on, wait. Let's just, just go.
- Yeah, let's head home.
- 'Kay, fine, we'll leave.
- Argh! Argh!
What the fuck?
- Hey, man, we'll leave.
- Sorry.
Wayne, you okay?
- He broke my nose.
- Yeah, he did.
- It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
- Uh, Johnny, I'm, uh, I'm struggling.
Take me through it again.
You lost the money.
- I didn't lose the money.
I made an investment
that, uh, didn't pan out.
- But it's gone?
- Yes.
- So what's the difference?
- Um.
- Uh, uh.
- Well, I-
- Chuck.
- Sounds like he lost it, boss.
- Indeed.
Ya fucking lost it!
So,
what do you propose I do
about this problem, Johnny?
- I can make it back.
- I just need some time.
- Mm, well, you have made me
a lotta money over the years,
I have to say that.
- Yes, millions!
- Mm-hmm, and I suppose,
if I was to give you an
extended amount of time,
you would, uh, make me millions again.
- Oh yeah, so much money
you wouldn't know what to do with it.
- Mmm, sounds delicious.
That's an exciting proposition, Johnny,
one that I'm gonna, uh, contemplate
for about six fucking seconds.
And then guess what.
Eventually, time runs
out on everyone, Johnny.
I'm sorry, Johnny.
- Please.
- I gotta take this call.
- Plea-...
- Yeah, Freddie, talk to me.
- I got her.
- Yeah, look. Keep me updated.
Hey, Freddie.
- Yeah.
- Don't screw this up.
Johnny, I'm on the phone.
- Ah.
Sounds like everything's going well.
- Yeah, yeah, so far, so good.
- When can we expect 'em?
- Early afternoon.
- Great.
- Yeah.
I'm sad.
I never noticed how,
how handsome Johnny was.
He looks so peaceful though.
You know what I mean?
I mean, uh, uh, I never realized
how handsome Johnny was.
Yeah, v-, a very handsome man.
The girls must've gone crazy for this guy.
I didn't even see it.
- Want me to call the doc, boss?
- No, nah, nah, I'm all right.
- What do you want me to do with the body?
- Well, you know, we,
we gotta put him somewhere
where the family can find him.
I mean, we owe him that, for sure. Um...
Uh, find a, find a place,
and uh, contact the funeral home.
Find out whoever sends, you
know, the biggest arrangement.
Make sure ours is better, ours is bigger.
Always, always remember,
very, very important thing,
always send the best
floral arrangement you can
when you're sending it for a friend.
- Got it, boss.
- I gotta go take a piss, Johnny.
I've been holding it in
for a fucking hour over
here it seems like.
Who knew you were gonna breathe that long.
- Hey, Dad.
You be falling asleep on the porch again?
- Mm.
- Why didn't you answer me?
Hmm?
Why didn't you help me?
Why didn't you answer me?
Why didn't you help me? Huh?
- Sorry to bother you, Sir.
I'd like to inquire if
you accepted Jesus Christ
as your personal savior.
Nah. You are in luck.
For only 19.99,
I can get you a copy
of his New Testament,
the one that says assholes and dipshits
can be sent directly to Hell
by the sweet, sweet iron of the gods.
I see you already have one.
Wanna put it to use?
- Mm-hmm.
- Tried calling before I came,
but I couldn't get through.
Cell phone towers must still be down.
Did the windstorm damage the property?
- Yeah, a bit.
- Need some help, just let me know.
Till we open up here in the spring,
I'm volunteering as a
chaplain at the prison.
That's my way of giving back
and seeing some of my old friends.
- Mm.
- Isn't today Grace's birthday?
I know you're not much of a talker.
If you need someone.
- I'm out of ammo.
- If you tell me I'm driving
too fast, I swear to God,
I'll fucking lose it.
Don't.
This music keeps me calm, and
trust me, you want me calm.
You know, you've already been
pushing my buttons today.
If you were any other bitch,
I woulda slapped you already.
- Hey, where the fuck are we going?
- I'm getting off
of this fucking highway.
I know this road. It goes
down the middle of nowhere.
- You know, people take these
off-season caretaker gigs
for two reasons.
Maybe the world's turned its back on you.
Maybe you turned your back on the world.
I like to think that we've become friends.
That's proof right there
that the world hasn't
turned its back on you,
so forgive yourself.
Turn around and face that motherfucker.
There's beauty all around.
Well, maybe not here,
but you know what I mean.
I'll tell you what,
I'll go and get a case
of replacement bottles,
come back later today.
Maybe you can help me empty 'em.
Sounds good?
- Hey, asshole, move right!
What's so funny?
- Oh man, you are way too high-strung.
- Oh, I'm high-strung.
Oh, uh, hey, I've got an idea for you.
Why don't you take some pills
and knock yourself out for a couple hours,
you fucking junkie?
- Well, what if I could,
but you didn't exactly
give me time to pack.
- Aw, for fuck sakes.
- Well, what's wrong?
- I don't know. Do I look
like a mechanic to you?
- Well, what the fuck are we gonna do?
We're in the middle of nowhere.
- We just have to, just have
to make it to the next town.
- You find Freddie?
- No, and it's going
straight to voicemail.
- Don't tell me this dipshit
let the phone run outta power.
- 'Kay, I won't.
You shoulda sent me to get her.
- I needed you here for
this morning's business.
- Just my fucking luck.
- I'm gonna head to the restroom.
- Fuck you are. I'm not
letting you outta my side.
Dammit, why didn't you tell
me I had blood on my shirt?
Heh, of course.
- We are closed.
- Yeah, man, I'm not here to
check out your tourist trap.
My car broke down.
Can you call me a tow?
- Phone's out.
- Jesus Christ.
- What's that?
- It's a satellite phone.
These things work everywhere.
You can buzz off now.
- You don't have be such an asshole.
- Now shut the fuck up.
I'm calling the boss.
Hey, boss, how's it going,
- Freddie, everything on track?
- Uh, we've had a hiccup.
- This fucking guy.
Freddie, the girl's okay,
though? Everything's good?
- No, no, no, she's here
but not without a cost.
Couple of the guys she was with are dead,
and uh, we lost Victor.
- Who the fuck cares about
Victor? You still got the girl?
- She's fine. Sh-she's...
- Then what's the problem, Freddie?
- My car broke down.
- For fuck's sake, Freddie, where are you?
- Some shithole.
It's called, uh, Cooper Kane Ghost Town.
- Freddie, A, B, C. Do
the fucking connection!
It's a four-hour straight
down the highway road
to get from LA to Vegas!
- Well, yeah, I know. I just...
I thought that, uh-
- You thought.
I don't pay you to think, Freddie.
I pay you to take
directions, my directions!
- Okay, boss, I'll, uh, figure it out.
- Yeah, yeah, you better
figure it out, Freddie.
Listen to me.
Fuck around. Fuck around.
Soon, you won't be around, Freddie.
You get that girl here without a scratch.
Do you understand me?
- All right, boss. You got it.
- W-what, what am I, fucking, uh...
This fucking mook!
Find out where this ghost town is, please.
- We got it, boss.
- Chuck, he fucks up one more
time, I leave it up to you.
- Hi.
I don't suppose you know
anything about fixing cars, huh?
Urgh, yeah, I didn't think so.
All right, look, I'm gonna need the number
of a towing company
and a good one, none of
these, um, backwoods hicks
ya have around here.
Hey, Earth to weirdo,
towing company, now.
Think he likes you.
Makes sense.
Trash has a, uh, habit of collecting.
See? Wasn't so hard, was it?
This is good.
Keep it up.
Maybe I'll give you a tip.
Gimme a sec.
You know, I don't like the
way you're looking at me.
- Just do what he says.
- There is no money.
- This isn't a fucking robbery.
What am I gonna steal
from ya? Bones and stones?
You know what? We are gonna
need your car, though.
- Hmm, no car.
- Bullshit, saw a dozen
piece-of-shit cars outside
when I came in.
- They don't run.
- Yeah?
We'll see about that, won't we?
Now move.
Yeah, boss.
- Freddie, what the
hell is taking so long?
- Been like two minutes.
- I didn't ask ya how long it's been.
I asked you what's
taking so long, Freddie.
- I'm working on it.
- You're working on it.
That's great, Freddie.
That, that inspires me.
That makes me feel so fucking confident.
Freddie! What the fuck is going on?
- The guy working here is being difficult.
Then put him down.
Take his car, and I'll
send somebody out there
to clean up the location, Freddie.
- Uh, his car's not working.
- This guy.
Freddie, listen. Listen.
Get the fucking job done.
- Hey, listen,
I will handle this, all right.
I'll deliver the girl as promise.
It's just going to take me a
little longer than I expected.
Argh! Argh!
- Freddie?
Freddie!
- Urgh.
Huh.
Ah!
Urgh!
Gah!
Urgh!
Argh!
Uh!
Huh!
Urgh!
Argh!
Argh!
Urgh!
- What'd you find
out about this ghost town?
- It's about halfway between here and LA.
- Near Two Bunch?
- Thereabouts, but it's the off-season,
so it should be closed.
- We gotta assume
that, after hearing the
gunshots, that Freddie's dead.
- What should we do?
- Might be time to call
the four card studs.
Tell 'em it's a priority. Keep it quiet.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
Tell 'em the girl must
come back unharmed, though.
No heavy-handed stuff. Quiet.
- What about Freddie's body?
- Fuck Freddie. I never liked his body.
- All right.
- Oh, I like her.
- She must be new.
I've never seen her before.
- Mmm, yeah,
she smells new.
What's your name, doll?
- It's Candy.
- I like candy.
Ha, heh. Ha.
Hey, ya hear that, Jack?
You're shit outta luck.
He's diabetic.
You're not laughing.
- You like to joke around too much, huh?
- It's why they call me Joker.
- This is a strip club.
It's not a comedy club
- You know, could combine them.
A solid business opportunity
if I've ever heard one.
- Oh, I like that idea, Jack.
Maybe we'll call it, uh,
Giggle Clits.
- Dude, shut the fuck up already.
- Hey, wait. I recognize you.
You're that MMA fighter.
- Name's Ace. Undefeated in the ring.
- So why'd you stop fighting?
- He was banned from
all the organizations.
- Oh, yeah? For what?
- Killed a guy in my last fight.
- It's a brutal sport. Accidents happen.
- Gentlemen, I'm afraid playtime's over.
- Oh, what's the rush?
All work and no play makes Jack more dull
than he already is.
- I just received a call from Draco.
Seems we have a situation
that needs our, uh, attention.
Come here. Where are my manners?
Sorry to cut this short,
but hopefully, this makes up for it.
- I've been waiting to bump into you, Ace.
- My boy here's the
toughest fighter out there.
- Oh, lemme guess.
You're 100-0.
- We got the oh part right,
but I stopped counting wins at 300.
- Well, the only thing
that you've done 300 times
is choke your fucking chicken,
and I'm guessing you probably
took an L at that too.
- Keep it up and you'll be next.
- Is that a threat?
- Not a threat, but it's a promise.
- Ah, here we go.
Gentlemen, gentlemen,
we need to be leaving.
- F-fuck. I knew you were gonna pussy out.
- Ha ha, gah, I hate that word.
So, uh, juvenile.
No, no, I think you
mistook what that meant.
Make it quick.
First one's free, Brother.
I said, "First one."
- Huh.
- Ah.
- Argh.
- Ah.
- Argh! Mother-...
Ooh.
- You done?
- Yeah, I'm done.
Urgh! Urgh!
Urgh! Urgh!
- Argh! Argh!
Urgh!
- Argh!
- Come on, idiot.
- Dad, I know that
you don't wanna hear from me,
specially after what
happened last time we talked.
I am sorry I'm not as strong as you.
I wish I was,
but Dad, I, I, uh, I
can't do this on my own.
I, I need your help.
- Hey, does that work? Lemme see.
- No, sorry.
- Fuck.
There's this guy, Draco,
really fucking bad news, okay?
The guy I just shot,
he kidnapped me this morning
take me to him, 'kay?
Draco's gonna be so pissed.
Oh fuck, Freddie told
him where we were, okay?
We gotta leave right now.
- What about that car?
- Oh, when we stopped for gas,
I put some diesel in it,
hoping that when it would breaks down
I could flag down a cop or something.
Can you fix it?
- It's not possible.
- Fuck.
Okay, what about down the road?
Is there anywhere we could go, at all?
- There is no nothing.
- You should just take off
into the desert and hide.
They won't hurt me.
You just don't understand.
These people, they will kill you
without even a second thought.
- Just follow me.
- Okay, gentlemen, same plan as always:
fast, silent, and no mistakes.
Keep it tight.
The girl is off-limits. Ya hear me, Joker?
- Sounds boring.
- Mm-hmm, Draco's orders.
Now, whoever she's with, fair game.
We, we do whatever the
fuck we want with 'em.
What can you tell me
about the location, Jack?
- Dilapidated buildings on the property,
tons of junk cars and buses,
even an old mine.
- The assumption is that
they know we're coming now,
so we gotta assume they
fortified their position.
- What if they left?
- No, intel says they're
still there. They're stuck.
- There is a place where
we can scope them out
from a distance.
- Good. You sit up overwatch
there and cover our asses.
- How many targets do we have?
- Two, a man and the woman.
Like I said, the woman is to be unharmed;
the man, fair game.
- Well, I call dibs on the kill.
- "Dibs"? What, we in
fucking grade school?
- Gentlemen, we are on a
timetable with this one,
so whoever has the first shot takes it.
Understand?
- You got it, King.
- All right, let's rock and roll.
I got dinner reservations tonight.
- Is this your daughter?
She's really pretty.
Draco's men are gonna be on the way.
- Care to share?
- Not unless you don't mind
your piss turning green.
- I'll pass.
Do they help?
- Ah, considering they gave
me three months to live
over a year ago, I guess
they're doing something.
Any news?
- They're on their way.
- Good.
Yeah, um, I'm tired.
I'm not feeling good. I'm not...
Do me a favor, will ya?
Wake me up when they, when they get her.
- Will do, boss.
- Thanks, Chuck.
- Where are we going?
This? Does it run?
Can you fix it?
You know, you don't talk much, do you?
You know, people say I talk too much.
When I was a kid, they
called me jabbering Gina.
It annoyed my father so much.
He saw it as a weakness.
But my mom, she never judged me.
She just let me babble on.
She called that our special
little conversations.
I often wonder
how different things would
be if she was still here.
She disappeared when I was nine,
and I used to pray every day
that maybe she'd come back someday.
I missed her so much.
But as the years went on, the sadness,
it turned to anger.
You know, I actually started
to hate her for what she did.
You know, how could she leave me?
How could she be so selfish?
I let the anger consume me,
but I knew the truth.
I hated myself,
and deep down, I knew
she was dead.
And that's when I met the love of my life.
He came in a syringe,
and he took all the pain away.
But the love didn't last.
It never does.
I needed help,
and I had no one to help me.
- What do you
want me to do with this?
- I want you to love it as much as I do.
Just put it down.
It's a beautiful view, isn't it?
- You did it. You got it running.
Now let's get the hell out of here.
No. No, no, no.
What happened?
Can you get it running again?
Shit.
Someone's here.
- Wait.
- Ha ha.
- Heh heh.
- Ha.
This place is amazing.
- Told you.
- How'd you find it?
- Charity took some
pictures here last summer.
- That bitch.
- She totally went viral.
- Urgh, it says it's closed.
- Well, we're hot girls.
We can do whatever we want.
- You're right.
We rule the world.
- And besides, do ya see anyone
here that's gonna stop us?
- Hey!
- We didn't know it was closed.
- We have to get out of here.
- No, we have to take pics first.
We drove all the way from Encino.
- No, you don't understand.
There's, there's bad men.
- Honey, all men are bad.
- And you shoulda figured
that out at your age.
- They will kill you.
- Girl, what are you on?
- And can we get some?
- Shit, let's go.
- Yeah.
- Argh! Argh!
Argh!
- Huh!
- Argh! Argh!
Oh my god! Argh!
Uh.
- Are you okay?
- H-hel-hel-help me.
- Nice shot.
- Yeah, they've really
lost their minds.
Get it? 'Cause th-their brains
are scattered everywhere.
- For a guy named Joker,
you're not that funny.
- Yeah, yeah, go fist yourself.
- Did you see that?
They just killed those
girls like it was nothing.
- They're hiding behind that building.
You got a clean shot?
- No, but they are pinned down.
- 'Kay.
Jack, you guard up here.
Radio any information
you consider pertinent.
- You got it, King.
- All right, gentlemen, we
got a rat to kill. Let's go.
- Ooh , yeah!
- You know, I can get the
keys to the car. Remember?
You saw what happened?
They're not gonna shoot me.
- No.
- Well, we can't just sit here
forever and do nothing, okay?
I can do this, okay?
- Slow.
- Okay.
Argh!
I'm okay.
Shit. Okay.
Nothing.
So what do we do now?
Does anyone else live here?
Can we hide out inside here?
- No, we will be trapped.
- Fuck, okay.
- Come on.
- Okay.
- Hide.
- No, no, no, you should keep it.
- Too loud. Take it.
- What? What do you mean?
Oh, I see.
It would draw them all to you. 'Kay.
Hey, why do I need the gun?
- Emergency.
- "Emergency."
What are you doing?
Well, that's reassuring.
- Trust you two can handle this.
- One guy, piece of cake.
- Remember: whatever you
do, do not hurt the girl.
Do you understand me?
- Yeah, we got it.
- Good. Go get her.
- Oh, you wanna square up, old man? Huh?
- Fuck it.
What the fuck?
- Ah!
- No.
- Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
- Are you okay?
- Uh.
- Come on.
Come on, come on, we gotta go.
Are you okay?
- Oh.
- You okay?
- Huh. Hmm.
- How many are there?
What? Three?
Whoa, no, no, no, no,
no, you can't pass out.
You have to help me.
You have to help me.
- Help me, Dad.
- You have to help me.
- Dad, help me, please.
Dad, help me.
- Okay, okay, come on. Up.
Come on.
- Hey, wakey, wakey.
- Oh.
- You enjoy your little nap?
- Aw, that fucker can fight.
- Yeah? You don't say.
- Argh.
He dead?
- No, not yet.
- Ah, I'll get his ass.
- Then you're gonna need this.
- Oh yeah? How'd you do?
- Better than you.
- Easy, easy, all right?
- Where is he, anyways?
- That shitty brown bus right there.
- Well, what the fuck are we waiting for?
Let's go kill his ass.
- Oh yeah, yeah, how'd that
work out for you last time? Huh?
Relax. This time, we're making a plan.
Jack, can you get a shot at
that brown bus behind me?
- I can, but it's not great.
- All right, and
lemme know if they leave.
- You got it.
- Ah, heh heh, Zeke!
How you doing? What do you think?
- Gross.
- What the fuck are you
talking about, gross?
This is a masterpiece.
This is like Michelangelo.
Are you kidding me?
Pablo Picasso. They all...
They bow to me,
but it is a testimonial to the fact
that I always finish what I start.
That's what got me to where I am today.
Don't ever forget that, Zeke.
Very valuable life lesson.
I'll sell this bad boy
online for 20 grand.
I know you want one.
You want me to make you
one? I'll make ya...
I'll give ya, I'll give you this one.
It's an original.
No? You're not feeling it?
What the fuck do you know?
It's a beautiful.
It's a beautiful. Lemme just...
Lemme sit back for a
minute, take a look at...
Hang on. You know what?
It's missing.
It needs a little crown
right on there like that.
Look at that! Huh?
Got a little lung phlegm
on there, little blood.
It's very personal.
- Ladies first. I'll cover you.
- Hey, Jack just radioed.
While you two were
dicking around up there,
they slipped out the back.
He says they're heading to the mine
but didn't have a clean shot.
So if you don't mind, can we come down?
It's a girl and an old
man, for Christ sakes.
- Why is it so important
that Gina come home?
You haven't spoken to her in years,
and it's not like you're
exactly the sentimental type.
- You know, my wife always told me
I didn't show my emotions enough.
You know what I told her?
- What?
- "You hurt my feelings."
Then I shot her.
- I remember.
I took care of the body.
- That's right. You did.
- So what, feeling guilty, and
you wanna tell her the truth?
- Nah, Gina's a lotta things,
but dumb's not one of 'em.
She knows what I did.
- Then why, boss?
- Uh, I'm on borrowed time,
and that time's about to run out.
I'm not afraid of death.
I've embraced death.
That's why I built this empire.
But I'm here, and she's coming back
'cause I need to rectify
one mistake that I made.
- What's the mistake, boss.
- I shoulda killed her,
just like her mother.
- Why didn't you
have Freddie take care of it?
You woulda saved all the drama.
- That woulda been too easy.
She was gonna roll state's evidence on me.
She was in the witness protection program.
I needed to find out what she knows
what she's already told 'em.
No, n-no, no, no, no.
No, she needs to come here.
She needs to come here
and see Papa. Capiche?
I ever tell you about my
dog, when I was a kid?
- No.
- I had a little dog.
His name was Butch. I loved the dog.
You know, just a little fucking mutt.
You know, wasn't nothing
special, but, but,
but I loved the dog.
One day, I came home, and he was gone.
I mean just, poof, no more Butch,
and I thought to myself, "Lesson learned.
No one is ever gonna
leave me again, ever."
But it turned out it was all bullshit.
The dog evidently bit my father.
He never liked my fucking father.
Nobody liked my father. He was an asshole.
So my father took the dog,
and he put him down.
Never asked me nothing.
Never asked me if I wanted
to be there to say goodbye.
Nothing. That shoulda been me.
I shoulda been the one to put
the dog down. He was mine.
Same here, just like her mother.
Don't you understand? She's disloyal.
She's mine, my kid.
Now she's gotta pay.
That moment, I'm not gonna be deprived
of that fucking moment.
Same moment I had with her mother.
That little light in the back of the iris,
and you watch it sparkling a little bit,
a little bit, a little bit.
It gets a little dimmer, a
little dimmer, a little dimmer
at the realization that
you're about to die.
I'm not getting fucking deprived of that.
I'm gonna see that in her eye.
I'm gonna watch that light go out.
Pchw!
- It's ice cold, boss.
- We get 'em trapped in there.
Let's finish this.
What is that?
Draco won't stop, you know?
He always gets what he wants.
- What does he want you?
- I am his daughter.
- Hmm?
- My dad was shit.
He never protected me.
You know, I wish I had a dad like you.
Hey, where is your daughter?
- She died.
- Oh.
I'm so sorry.
Ya know, I've thought about dying, too,
even thought about just
running straight into traffic
just to get it over with.
- Don't.
It will be okay, Grace.
- My name is Gina.
Uh, I just realized I
don't even know your name.
- Adam.
- I'm so sorry that I
got you into this, Adam.
- Stop.
No, stop!
- Ace, get the girl.
- Stop! I give up.
I give up, no. No!
No! No, let me go!
Stop!
No! Let me go!
No. No!
- Urgh.
- Stand up. Slowly.
Confess.
- What?
- What are you doing up here?
- Shooting birds.
- With a sniper rifle?
Get any yet?
- Couple.
- Jack, we have the woman.
Ace and Joker have the man cornered
in the building by the mine.
This'll be over soon.
- Listen, we can figure this out.
- You better start praying
for a miracle, Son.
- I don't believe in God.
- Well, tell him that when you see him.
- Argh!
- Uh.
Ah! Urgh.
Gah. Urgh.
- Why are you grinning?
- This whole day's been
exciting for me.
See, killing's like fucking.
- Exciting? Is that what you
call getting your ass kicked?
- No , that's just the foreplay.
- Enough!
Come out now, or we're
gonna kill the girl.
- Uh. Ooh.
- Figured, since your
little stunt with the purse,
he knew that we couldn't harm you,
but was worth a shot.
- Just take me and leave him.
He's just a caretaker.
- Oh darling, he's so much more than that,
probably ex-military.
You know what? I gotta hand it to him.
Gave us a run for our money.
But since my associate
here put a bullet in him,
hope you had a chance to say goodbye.
- Oh yeah.
- This is the endgame, sweetheart.
Get ready for it.
'Kay, boys, finish this.
Once you dispatch him,
double-time it back to the truck.
Wanna be outta this shithole in an hour.
- Gonna have time to clean up the scene?
- You either clean it up,
or you don't get paid.
Do you understand me?
- Fucking hate cleanup.
Shoot ya for it.
- Heh.
- Fuck, every fucking time.
Better be fucking dead already.
- Well, young lady, it's time
we bid adieu to this cesspool.
Tell ya, you gotta be
someone really important
for Draco to go through this much trouble.
- Hey, hey, the hell's wrong with you?
- Argh, shit.
- Christ.
All this trouble-
- Gimme that back.
- for a fucking junkie.
No, come on, get up.
Get up. Get up.
What a waste. You're a-
Uh! Argh!
- Shit. Shit.
Yes.
- God.
All right, bitch.
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
Hey, asshole.
I'm afraid your sniper took a
little backflip off the ridge.
His dismount was rough, but
he really stuck the landing.
Are any of you guys actually
tough? I'm here waiting.
As they say, fuck around and find out.
- I swear to God I'm gonna
gut you like a fucking pig!
Ace, did you hear that?
- I'm on it.
- Good. Make it painful, for Jack.
Bitch.
- That your friend on the radio? Huh?
Ah, no matter.
He'll be dead soon.
He-he!
It's just you and me now.
There's only one way
outta here. Mm.
Tell you what,
I'll put my gun away,
and we'll settle this the
old-fashioned way, huh?
Hand to hand.
Ah, yeah, you got me.
I'm not like Ace though.
I don't have nothing to prove.
I just like killing.
Fast, slow,
just another notch on my belt.
I ain't gonna fall for
that one.
Ace?
Ace, you all right?
Huh!
Take it you the toughest one on your team.
- I'm the toughest one on any team.
- Pride, that'll be your downfall.
- You talk too much.
- Watch your manner, ya bitch.
Argh.
Oh, you bitching out now?
- It's a fight.
Anything goes.
Argh!
Argh.
- You are so lucky that I'm not allowed
to harm a hair in that
pretty little head of yours.
Mm, the things I would do to you.
Hell, some of them you might like.
Might even fall in love.
It wouldn't last though, darling.
But the agony, yeah,
that'd go on for days.
- Argh.
- Got ya.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy, easy.
Easy. Who the hell are you?
- You really wanna know?
- Mm.
- Argh.
- Gah!
Come on, get up!
Argh!
- Come on.
- Damn it.
- Uh, argh. Argh.
Argh.
I was wondering when you'd see the light.
- This is fitting, Father.
- The Lord works in mysterious ways.
Ready for the next round?
- I'm ready for the final round.
- Would you like to say a prayer first?
- Nah, I'm good.
- All right. Okay, suit yourself.
I'll ring the bell.
I don't wanna kill you in God's house.
Urgh.
- Urgh!
- Come on. Come on, tough guy.
- Gah!
- Argh! You motherfucker!
Urgh.
- Father, I have sinned!
Argh!
Argh, you let go of my hair, pussy.
Uh.
- Come out. Come out wherever you are.
I know you're in here.
Wanna play hide and seek? Fine with me.
You're not gonna like you
when I find you though.
Oh, look at you.
Now, you're there.
That means he's here.
You think I'm fucking stupid, huh?
That this wasn't a setup?
Get up!
Argh! Urgh!
Urgh! Urgh!
Argh!
Ah!
Hmph!
You killed my fucking men!
Come on, come on, come on.
- Uh, huh? Here, get up.
Oh shit. We don't have much time.
- Fuck you think you're going?
Where are you going to go now? Huh?
Nowhere left to run.
You know what?
Hell with the money.
Gonna cut your fucking heart out.
Argh!
No!
- Don't worry. He's a friend.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah. You?
- I might have to say about
three million Hail Marys,
but I think I'll be fine.
How 'bout you, young lady?
- Yeah, I'm good. Thanks.
- Still got that case of beer in the car.
- Really?
- OMG, is that joy I hear?
- My best friend. Ha.
- Zeke.
- Well, well, well, look
what the cat dragged in.
I take it you're the reason
for my problems today, Sir.
I'm impressed. Nice work.
Could use a man
like you on my team,
considering I just had a very
unexpected opening.
No, huh? Ah, that's okay.
Actually, at the end of
the day, I got exactly
what I wanted.
My darling daughter has finally come home.
- Why was it so important
for me to be here?
- Because I'm sick,
and I'm dying,
and I needed to rectify a mistake,
the only mistake I've ever made.
You see, I coulda had my men kill you,
but that would've taken
away all the pleasure
of my doing it myself,
just like I did your worthless mother.
- Maybe you should have.
- Oh no. Oh.
Oh, no, don't shoot.
What, are you- fucking kidding me?
You're weak, just like her.
You can't pull the trigger.
- This is for her.
- Bitch.