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Bob, what are you doing?
It's 10 o'clock.

Just finishing up
some stuff here.

Get out of here.
Go home.

I will.
Couple more minutes.

Bob, I'm not asking.
I'm telling.

Okay? Go drink some eggnog
or something.

It's Christmas, for Chrissakes.

- Merry Christmas.
- Fuck you!

You don't care!

Stop telling me to calm down!

- Someone's gonna call the cops.
- Good, let them call the cops!

I'll talk to the cops.
They're gonna arrest your ass.

Yeah, you want that to happen?
You know what's going
on with cops?

You know what else
fucking happened?

What?

I want a fucking divorce.

I'm not fucking happy with you.

Oh, don't say shit
I can't come back with.

I hate you, motherfucker.
I hate you.

You don't even give a fuck.

- Just another husband, huh?
- Yeah, just another husband,

just another lying
sack of shit, like you.

Hey.
Ho, ho, ho.

Look out the window.

Hi.

Hey, kid.

How's it going?

Yeah, I'm okay.

What is it?

Nothing.

It's just that I saw

this family today
at the market.

A mother and father and a kid

was riding some dumb
airplane ride.

And then when it was over,
the mother asked the boy,

"What do you want to do now?"

Just like, in that moment,

they could do whatever
they wanted, you know?

As a family.

Yeah.

I told you it was stupid.

Nah, it's not stupid.

How's your mother?

Uh... She's okay.

Well, wish her Merry Christmas
for me, okay?

Yeah, I will.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, sweetheart.

Mom?

Hello?

No!

Cyrus!

Look what I found!

- No! No!
- Look at them.

Look at them now!

No! No! Get off me!

No, no!

♪ Long lay the world

♪ In sin... ♪

One for you, one for you.

All right. Here's one for you.

Arthur?

Arth... Santa!

Have you seen Gabi?

Have you seen Gabi? She was
supposed to meet me here.

Her phone's been busy
all morning.

- You call the house?
- Yeah, house line,

cell, nothing.

Will you drive out
there with me?

You know how she gets,
me just showing up.

Yeah.
Fucking divorces.

Ho, ho, ho.

Sarah!

Gabi! Grandpops.

You don't think they could have
been overcome

by fumes or something?
- Arthur.

Wait out here.

Hello?

Sarah?

Gabi?

Bob!

- The Lord is my shepherd.

I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside
the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths of
righteousness for his namesake.

Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil.

For thou art with me.

What's going on?

Just thinking.

What you reading?

Oh, yeah, I read about that.

But what are you doing sitting
all alone in the dark? Huh?

I breathe better in the dark.

I don't know why.
I just do.

A girl so young.

Yeah, young.

Jesus.

You think she's still alive?

She could be.

But if she is...

...what she's going through
ain't like nothing those sheep

in Clay could even imagine.

You want to go downstairs?

We got some of those Circus
Cookies with the sprinkles.

We could just...
eat a million of 'em.

I'm thinking about writing the
Sheriff's Department in Mint.

Case Hardin?
Bob Hightower.

You wanna?

She's a professional
liar, Bob.

She was in a cult,
for Christ's sake.

Assault with a knife, prostitution,

conspiracy to sell heroin.

You really think this
person is trustworthy?

She says she's got information.

Fine. Bring her in. Sit her
junkie ass across from me.

I'll pay the fucking Uber.
- Come on, John.

People like that aren't
comfortable coming in here.

No shit,
she's not comfortable.

- Please, it's been six weeks.
- Bob.

Six weeks.
We haven't gotten anywhere.

Bob! We're doing
everything we can.

I've let you take all the files
and we run every lead,

no matter what. Haven't I?
It's the right thing to do,

and I wouldn't have it
any other way if I was

in your shoes.
- But this is a lead.

But this type of bitch
knows all the angles.

And you're way out
of your league.

Look, it'd be another thing

if you were an experienced
investigator but...

But what?

Go on, say it.

You're a desk cowboy, Bob.

A seat warmer.

I'm sorry.
You want the truth, there it is.

Yes, sir.

You want coffee?

Yes, thanks. Black.

- I would offer you a beer,

but I'll be on the wagon
for the next 40 or 50 years.

I believe this was
a cult murder.

Not a robbery or any of the
crap you read in the paper.

I have photos from that night.

You could take a look at them
and tell me what you think.

Okay.

Was Gabi into drugs?

No.

- Are you sure?
- I'm sure.

I know my daughter.

Her friends into satanic
shit of any kind?

Satanic?

She's 14 years old.

Does she look like she hangs
with that kind of crowd?

We live in a small
Christian community.

We don't have much in
the way of deviant behavior.

We all came from
family-oriented communities.

Even me.

Was this man a drug addict?

This is a syringe mark.

Is it?

What about this?

Judgment.
What do you know about it?

Was he injected
with a paralytic?

What do you know
about it? Case?

No, no.
- I need to think.

You gotta tell me
what you know.

No, I can't.

Case.

- No.
- Case. Case, wait.

No, please.
I just need you to go away.

You have to tell me
what you know.

- What's going on?
- You have to go away!

I lost my wife.
I lost my daughter.

You have to tell me
what you know!

That's enough,
Mr. Hightower.

I'm leaving.

What'd you say?

I didn't hear you.

You're what?

I said, I'm leaving.

Oh, yeah. That's what I...

that's what I thought you said.

Ah!

No! Cyrus, Cyrus,
she doesn't--

- Stay out of it.

Anyone else wanna leave?

Huh?

What about you, bitch?
You want to try me again?

I got another boot here.

Fuck you.

Keep it running.

Hey, it's me.

You're not gonna
shoot me, are you?

I wasn't expecting anyone.

What do you want?

I think I know
who took your daughter

and I'm betting she's alive.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

The paralytic, the card.

I know this crew's handiwork.

- How?
- Personal experience.

I used to be one.

And you think Gabi's alive?

I do.

All right.

Well, I'm gonna need
a sworn statement,

and that means names,

descriptions
of everyone involved.

Slow down, Bob.

If you think that you're going
to track them down

with the cops or even the FBI,
you can forget about it.

- Forget about it?
- Yeah.

These are the followers
of the Left Handed Path.

The word of the Devil.

What? You think you can
just write down an address

and go round 'em up?

You won't even get close.

And as soon as they see
a bunch of dumb shit cops

sniffing around,
the first thing Cyrus will do

is slit your daughter's throat
and drink her blood.

- Don't fucking say that.
- I know that it's hard.

I know that.

But you gotta hear me
on this, okay?

Forget about the authorities
tracking your daughter down.

It ain't gonna happen.

If you want her back,
you gotta get her yourself.

And lose the Boy Scout uniform.

All right, yeah.
What else?

Get as much cash as you can
and a truck that runs.

- I got one.
- Okay, good,

'cause you and me
are going on the road.

- We are?
- Yeah, you and me, Bob.

I'll be back,
bright and early.

I don't understand.
Where do you fit in?

You think that
you can do this alone?

No offense, but you don't
send out sheep to hunt wolves.

We should reconsider.

This is reckless, son.
And dangerous.

Just leave it alone, Arthur.
I've made my decision.

I'll live with the consequences.

She's such a tramped out
excuse of a thing.

I wouldn't put my faith in that.

Oh, I put my faith in God.
Her, I'm traveling with.

How do you know
she won't sell you out?

- I don't.
- How do you know

she won't rob ya?
- I'm dying inside, Arthur.

Do you understand?

A little bit every day,
but I'm dying.

I might be stupid,
but I'm going.

Give me the keys, I'll drive.

I want you
to know something, miss...

If anything happens
to this man over there,

there is nothing you can say
or do to save your ass from me.

We understand each other?
- Absolutely.

And you know what?
I'm blown away.

As a matter of fact, I'm
a little wet between my legs.

Be careful!

What?

Nothing.

Just thinking,
maybe if you'd had

a stronger moral compass
as a child,

like a religious foundation,

that you'd possibly be

better equipped to deal
with what happened to you.

- You fucking kidding me?
- Well, think about it.

I got snatched, asshole,
just like your little girl.

Right out from underneath
my mother's nose when I was 11.

Ain't got nothing
to do with religion.

I'm sorry. Like I said,
I don't mean to judge.

Yeah, well, too late.

Hi, come here!

Hi, hi.

Oh, my gosh.

Yeah, they remember you.

Ferryman.

You gonna give them
all the love?

Come on, now.

Come on, now.
Come on, now.

Look at you.

Glad to see
you're amongst the living.

That's me,
little miss sunshine.

So, who's that over there?

Oh, that's Bob.

His last name's whatever
you put on his new ID.

Okay, Mr. Bob Whatever.

You got that fucking armor
for me, or what?

I got the whole store
over there for you.

- Hey.
- Hey, how you doing, Robert?

Yeah.

Should we start this ID?

No.

Decal work first.

I want shit with bite.

Well, with that
pasty white skin,

this ink gonna look real nice.

I thought
we were here for guns.

You didn't say anything
about tattoos.

- Yeah, well...
- Yeah, well, what?

Bob, imagine if I showed up

at your little church
looking like this.

You think I'd get
a couple stares?

Well, you're about to show up

to a whole different
type of church, my church.

And believe me,
it's just as bigoted as yours.

Why didn't you tell me before?

I don't like discussing
things more than once.

I don't like surprises.

Then don't be surprised
by anything.

Well, sorry.
I'm not comfortable with it.

- Okay, then.

You can just pull the plug
right now, go our separate ways.

Last time I checked,
I was doing you a favor.

Hey, Bee-Dub.

You up.

Mm-hmm!
Good one now.

What you want?

You want... cursive?

Hieroglyphics?

- Just don't go crazy.
- All right.

So, what do you think,
Bob Whatever?

- It's good.
- Good?

That's some genuine,
stone cold, Left Handed,

black magic shit right there.

It's perfect.

See, you gotta understand...

Great tattoo art doesn't come
from bullshit stencils

like you see in those
dick shop windows.

It has to be drawn
to fit the skin.

In fact, the skin becomes the
flesh, and the flesh becomes it.

It's like a marriage.

Stoned motherfucker
boring you to death?

He's working on it.

Gotta use the head.
Mind if I go inside?

You know where it is.

What am I working on?

- Ying, yang, yang.

Mm-hmm.

Okay. Yang's all out.

I robbed your refrigerator.

Toss 'em again.

Oh, you're not making
the poor motherfucker

throw the coins, are you?

Yes, you gotta get it right.
Come on.

You and your
fortune-telling bullshit.

It's not my bullshit.

He's the one
who throws the coins.

He decides his own destiny.

I'm just here
to report the facts.

Mumbo jumbo fucking cha cha.

It's not mumbo jumbo.
It's synchronicity.

I don't ask the questions.
I don't answer 'em.

Time will tell us all of that.

The coins don't lie.

Let's just get this over with.

No.

Fuck that.
Give me the fucking thing.

- What are you doing?

- One final touch.
- No.

- Come on.
- Hey, no. Not my face.

- Please.
- No fucking way.

What's the matter, Bee-Dub?

You don't want to mess up them
schoolboy good looks?

Come on, daddy.

All my lovers have one.

Fuck.

It's time for the money.

3,000.

- It's five.
- No.

Two shotguns,
four handguns, ammo, ID.

3,000, there's the deal.

He knows.

It's okay,
I'll fucking deal with it.

Just give me the money.
- What if he doesn't deal?

Then I'll take his arm, start
killing the dogs one at a time,

just give me the fucking money.

Wait here, okay?

Let's put this chit-chat
in perspective.

What's with the sheep?

Let's see if that math
adds up.

One plus one equals Cyrus.

Oh, fuck.

12-24-20, right there
in your handiwork.

Look, I swear to God,
I don't give a shit.

But what you doing?
You was on your way

to clearing your own shit up.
Why this? You got a death wish?

Huh? Is that what you got?
'Cause they'll give it to you.

You out.
Leave it alone.

Screw the sheep.

Cyrus too. He's a sheep.

Different breed, but he's a
motherfucking sheep. Leave it.

I thought you gave that whole
bad boy shit up

when you split, but now this?
Let me tell you something, Case.

They will leave your ass behind.

Where is he?

They're on rat patrol.

And the girl?

She with him?

She with them.

Who's the sheep?

Interested third party.

- How interested?
- Blood and bones, baby doll.

It's all crossing overtime now.

Bob, I'm glad
you could join us.

We were just discussing
the... philosophies.

See, my take
on things is that...

selfishness is the key
to survival.

What you think, Bob Whatever?

I think you don't give
a shit what I think.

We all done?

Well?

She was alive two weeks ago.

Yeah.

Tell me about Cyrus.

I want to get a read on him.
Well, what's his story?

- His story?
- Yeah. What?

You got someplace else to be?

I mean, we're stuck in this
fucking car for hours.

Really fucked up as a kid,
bad junkie, thief, prostitute.

He sold his ass to pay for his
bad habit, that sort of shit.

But then...
- But what?

Somewhere along the line,
something changed.

I don't know the reason.

But whatever it was,
he found the Left Handed Path,

and that was it.

It anchored him,

like those freaks
that find Jesus.

Excuse me.

My ex-wife was butchered
by this piece of shit.

So if you wouldn't mind
not comparing

his satanical bullshit
to someone believing
in Jesus Christ.

Hey, you asked.
Pick your fucking poison.

No. Religion isn't secular.
It's pure.

- Woo!
- It's the unmoved truth

that all principles
spin out from.

You're a real clit dryer, Bob.
You know that?

Wow, that motherfucker
cooked your head pretty good,
didn't he?

I wouldn't use the word
"pretty" and I wouldn't use
the word "good".

Do not give a fuck about you.

Cleaned up his act, kept
all his troops junkies.

- No, the truth's much worse.
- Yeah?

Once upon a time, I was a
disease just waiting to happen.

I found a ringmaster
with a magic needle.

And I bowed before that needle.

When I got low enough,
I made a god out of it.

The Devil's only an idea, Bob,
an excuse for evil,

just as your god
is an excuse for good.

They're concepts.

They're the needles
just waiting for people

like you and me to stick 'em in.

- That's real deep. I mean, wow.

You know what?
I'll tell you what.

I'll keep my faith.

You can keep the rest
of whatever the fuck it is
you're talking about.

What made you finally
decide to leave?

Cyrus, the group?
I mean, what made you take off?

- Mama?
- Stop!

What?
Why are you following me?

Hey! Hey!

You mind your fucking business,
you fat fucking cunt!

I'll slit your fucking throat!

Uh... A woman in a store.

So stupid.

Didn't even look like her.

I didn't even know
what I would have done

if it was actually her
or what I would've said.

Hey, Mom.
How's it going?

How have the last dozen
fucking years been?

Maybe I would have asked what
I was like when I was younger

because I don't
fucking remember. Or...

You know,
when she stopped looking,

like, what the fuck happened?

You ever find out
what happened to her?

Does she even know you're alive?

No. I... I don't know.

I don't even know
if I'd want her to.

- Well, why not?
- Because I don't.

All right?
It's been a dozen fucking years.

And what's with
all the questions?

Okay, okay.

Mind your own
fucking business.

- All right.
- Can we get the check, please?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

The prodigal daughter returns.

And who's this?
A new member of the family?

This is Bob.
Bob, this is Errol.

What are you doing
here, Headcase?

Well, we were having dinner
in Nogales

and I remembered your bar.

So I thought, why not
come by and say hello?

Oh, dear, dear, dear.

I'm glad to see you
couldn't make it.

I'm leaving.

Right?

Hey! Hey!

Bob! Bob, stop!

Fucking piece of work,
you know that?

- Bet your ass.
- Clean and sober, huh?

When'd you start using?

When did I start keeping
my sleeves down, huh?

- I don't give a shit.
- You don't fucking know.

Do you?
- Leave me alone. Just shut up!

100 fucking degrees in that
shit locker restaurant,

I've got my sleeves tucked
in my fucking hands.

Fucking stooge.

You want to fucking know
what's going on, huh?

- Oh.
- Fucking, listen and learn,

desk boy.
- Don't fucking...

Powder? Vitamin C.

Liquid cleaner.

Looks bad, scabs up nice.

No one but a fucking moron
would believe

that I'm a shooter without
checking me out first,

especially with an albatross
like you hanging around my neck.

Happy?

You don't trust me?
We're supposed to be
a fucking team.

Not a team. I'm the one
who's finding your daughter.

You don't need to know shit.

Better off staying stupid.

Perfect.

Listen...
- Forget it, Bob.

You're strictly
the missionary position.

You lie to me to get me
to react a certain way,

then hold the--
- The missionary position

and not a trick more.

Is that a slogan
or just pure venom?

'Cause the last time I looked--
- Last time you looked

would just be that, the last
time you fucking looked!

I'm looking at you!

The banality of your cheap
whore tricks, the lies.

- Fuck you!
- No, no, you don't

fucking fool me.
You think you fool me?

I know why you're here.
I'm gonna help him get her back,

otherwise, if we get too close,
Cyrus'll kill her quick.

What? You think your therapist
wouldn't tell me?

I did say that.

I just thought...

If she had to go through
what I did.

Just save it.

I can imagine it all.

Errol said Cyrus is coming.

When?

A few days, a week.

He doesn't know,
but he's coming.

And Errol's gonna arrange
a little homecoming for me.

I'm going.

Can't stand
this room any longer.

Where's Errol?

Maybe still
at Maquila.

Oh. Tequila, please.

Nice fucking artwork, man.

I mean it.

Fucking deluxe shit
you got there.

Thanks.

What the fuck, man?

Gutter's waiting.
Time to move.

Hey!

He's close, isn't he?

Fucking black magic.

Oh, fuck.

If they cross, we're fucked.

We're fucked,
but we're crossing.

What about the guns?

Don't worry about it. Go.

Hello, sheep.

Ah!

Well, well.

Hello.

I want to come home.

Ah!

What?

You said you wanted
a little blood.

Okay.

It's okay.

We all wanna come home
in the end, don't we?

But how much is it worth to you?

It's worth everything.

Good answer.

Okay, load her up.

That's my girl.

You know what the real
equalizers in life are?

Suffering and death.

Everything else is daycare.

But suffering and death?

They lay it out pretty fast

when it comes
to who you really are.

How do I know I can trust
you coming home?

How do I know you're not
trying to fuck me?

Maybe you don't love me anymore.

You bring a pistol?

Maybe you wanna punch
a few holes in the messenger.

No.

I don't know.

People play all sorts of games.

Know what I mean, Errol?
- What?

You like games.

Don't ya, chief?

Uh...

Yeah, I don't know.

I don't even know what
the fuck you're talking about.

Sure you do, Mr. Firewater,

Mr. Fucking Yuppie Redskin Phony
who changed his name

so nobody would know
he was a piece of shit
from the reservation.

I mean, I'm half Cherokee,
but the fuck?

How do I know you and the dead
one aren't in this together?

- Come on.
- How do I know?!

I'm not buying into this shit.

Nuh-uh.

Goddamn it.

You don't even fucking believe
what you're saying.

Huh?

I don't travel with protection.

I don't need
a fucking weapon. Right?

I don't scam anybody.

I don't screw anybody.

And if I did, would I use
fucking Headcase?

Fuck no!

Jesus Christ!

This isn't fucking funny, man.

Oh, fuck.

It's time you wore
your death mask.

The fuck are you doing? Shit!

The fuck!

Jesus Christ!

- Put on some music.
- Music?

Cyrus, I'm your fucking partner!
You don't get it.

- Louder! Yeah!

Cyrus, I'm your fucking boy!

What the fuck is this?
- Yeah, that's it.

We need blood to preserve
the youth of America.

Go to it, sister.

This is not funny!
This is not a fucking joke!

I have fucking anxiety!

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no!

Oh, my God!

Fuck! What the fuck!

Shoot him!

Shoot him!

No, no, no, no, no!

Have you seen
mujer blanco?

No?

Hey!

Mujer blanco?

Hey! Mujer blanco?

Mujer blanco?

No? You're wearing
her fucking jacket.

Where is she? Where?

Okay, we go.

Where?

Get off her. Sit down.
Sit the fuck down!

What do you want?

Case? Case, can you stand up?

We need to get outta here.

Put your arms around me.

No, I don't...

Come on, man.

You gotta pull over.

I gotta visit some old witches.

Yeah, fuck me is right.

You all right?

I had him.

I fucking had him.

I should've killed him
when I had the chance.

Don't worry about it.

Wouldn't get us
where we need to go.

Come on.

We're not gonna find
him here, are we?

No.

But he's going
to the Mojave next.

Last night, when I was looking
for you, no one spoke English.

I didn't understand anyone.

For some reason,
Sam came to my mind.

Who?

My ex-wife's husband.

I always thought
she married him

in part because he was Black.

Point out the differences
between us.

Thinking about that says
an awful lot about who I am.

I'm not sure it's the man
I set out to be.

I thought I had it all
figured out, I really did.

That the universe
was bound together

by all the beautiful things
I believed in.

Come.

Lie down.

But I was wrong.

Come on.

You need to rest your brain.

Don't beat yourself up.

You're doing
what you need to do.

The thing is, we're all
fucked up and wrong...

...trying to hide all the shit
that's broken.

If I were to be truly
straight with you...

When I first came out,
you know...

It wasn't just about revenge...

...helping you.

But you were right.

Cyrus didn't
give a shit about me.

I was nothing to him.

No going home, I guess.

I'm sorry you had
to kill someone.

I'm sorry it was over me.

It's funny the things we...

...we tell ourselves
without saying anything.

The agreements we make.

Yeah.

I'm sorry you had to suffer.

It's all right.

My body they had.

The rest they'll never find.

I've been thinking.

Might have to accept the fact
that Gabi's already dead.

Either way, we gotta find out.

Can't give up.

No, no, she's my little girl.
You know?

I used to believe that my faith
protected me,

that every action of the soul
was meaningful. I really did.

That we're more than just
flesh, bone, molecules.

That God was good
and everything would work out.

What am I talking about?

You don't believe
in any of that, do you?

No, Coyote, I don't.

I think we all know
what life is really about.

We're just not ready
to accept the bad news.

So we fight it with God
and the Devil

and all this New Age bullshit.

Everyone needs a club, right?

Club God or Club Scream.

Take your pick.

When it comes down to it,

we all know that it's X amount
of years and then the ground.

Take a look.

This is the ultimate life form,
the great equalizer.

It has no ties,
plays no favorites.

All life falls before it.

It's as simple and profound

as any parable the Bible
could slop up.

This is God, Coyote.

Grin and bear it.

Gonna get a cigarette.

Bob!

You're gonna tell us.

Where's my daughter?

Bob?

Bob.

Fuck.

Granny, you gotta tell us.

Is the girl still alive?

Come and get me, cunt.

You're crossing over.

What happened?

Okay, Bob Whatever.

I'm gonna play
a little medic, okay?

Going to do a little memory time
on the late night river.

All that catch-dogging
got those nerve endings
burnt up pretty bad.

Heart is all over the place.
You going to go into shock soon.

Or you could die from the horse
protein I'm gonna give you.

Can you hear me?
- I'm thirsty.

- What?
- I'm real thirsty.

Okay. You should have let me
finish throwing them coins.

You might be dead already
and we just wasting time.

I'm gonna give you
a little fun juice.

So, whatever trip you make,

I'm gonna make it a little more
enjoyable for you now.

You think he's gonna make it?

Maybe.

But if I was a betting man...

I'd say we're looking
at a dead man.

How you feeling?

You know...

I love you.

I love you, Gabi.

You're gonna be okay, sweetheart.

You're gonna be okay.

Is it better?
Do you feel it?

Yeah, that's good.

Now...

It's gonna be okay.

It's okay.

It's okay. Breathe.

You gotta breathe. Please.

You take her.

You promise me, right?
- Okay.

- If she's alive, you, you--
- Sure. Sure, I can.

You're the only one I trust.
You take her.

You promise me. Promise me!

- Yes, I promise.
- Hmm!

Alive, huh?

Yeah, looks like it.

Are you thirsty?

Yeah.

I'm glad you made it, Coyote.

What's going on?

Cyrus called.

We let you sleep.

What's this?

It's bon voyage, Bee-Dub.

Means get the fuck out.

You ready?

I'm ready.

Not even a kiss hello?

I'm sorry about Mexico.

- It's all right.
- I tried to stop him, Case.

Just forget about it.

Okay.

Is that the boy toy?

Got the shit with you?

It's in the back.

So where are we going?

Take 14 South.

To where?

You know, you and I don't have
to not get along, you know?

We ain't gonna be around
each other long enough

for one way or the other, sheep.

Just take fucking 14 South.

Hey, give me my phone.
Case, give me my phone.

- Sit the fuck down.
- Are you kidding me?

I said sit the fuck down!

Give me my fucking phone!

- It's me.
- Oh.

Shut the fuck up.

Hello, debased one.

Have you come home
to be swallowed?

Yes.

Well then, go see Errol.
Get my money.

Come on, Cyrus.
We know that you're on to us.

Lena told us everything.
- No, I fucking didn't!

No, I fucking didn't!
They're fucking lying!

Cyrus, I didn't say
fucking anything!

I didn't say anything! Help!

Fuck you!

I don't care.

Get my money from Errol.

What money?

I told Errol the product
would be delivered tonight

and to have my money ready.

One hundred thousand dollars.

But we don't have your stuff.
We don't have anything.

Then I'd say you've got
a big fucking problem.

Sundown, Energy road.
See you there.

But, how?
What do we trade with?

I don't know.
Your lives, I guess.

- He wants us to kill Errol.
- What?

Take the money.

Errol's waiting to make a trade.

We bring Cyrus the money,
he gives us the girl.

You fucking killed me, Casey.

You fucking killed me.
I can never go back now.

Is that why you didn't
fucking let this fucking
sheep do it to me?

You fucking could.
- Lena...

No, fuck you!
I'm fucking dead!

I have no fucking where to go.

- That's not our problem.
- Fuck you, sheep!

- Hey.
- Fuck you!

Hey, you could help us.

Fuck you too, then!
I ain't doing it!

You don't have
a fucking choice!

You're out on the street
with a bullseye on your back!

Who the fuck are you, Case?

- That's it. Enough. Get out.
- Who the fuck are you?

You fucking get the fuck out.

No! Casey, you fucking tell him.

- Hey! Come on.
- You know I didn't!

No! No!

No, Casey!

You fucking tell him!

No! Casey!

No!

- What the fuck.
- Fucking leave it.

Fuck you!

You fucking traitor!

You fucking sheep!

You're the fucking sheep!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you looking at, pervert?

Hey.

Hey.

Girl, what are you doing?

You get all the way out,
and then you come back

with this big old neon sign
around your neck.

Shooting the place up,
guns blazing, why?

May as well have slit
your own throat.

I know.

You think we didn't know
about your little rehab?

We gave you the pass.

I know.

You don't think
that I know?

I fucking know.

I need you to tell him
something for me, Wood.

Tell him he can have me.

I'll bring the money,
I'll bring everything.

He can do whatever the fuck
he wants with me,

have a field day
with my dead body.

Just let the girl go.

That's the deal.

Me for her.

You tell him.

What do you want me
to say, Casey?

We both know
how this is gonna end.

I gotta have this one, Wood.

He doesn't want the girl.
He wants me.

You tell him that.

All right.

I'll tell him.

Let's do this.

Time to get swallowed.

Stop right there.

Put the bags down.

Now show me your hands
and back the fuck up.

All right,
I'll take my bag back.

- Oh, yeah?
- You haven't paid

for it yet, Slick.

How about I pay
for it right now?

No. No. No!

Fuck no!

No! Get the fuck out.

Hey! Easy. Easy. Easy.
Come on!

What are you doing, huh?

This is my fucking house.
What do you want?

Fuck you!

I'm so fucking over it!

What? You want the money?
Is that what you want?

You got the fucking money.
Actually, actually, take it.

- Bob.
- It's not my fucking money.

Shut the fuck up.

- Bob!
- What?!

Fucking take it!

You're crossing over.

So, what are we doing?

We get Headcase, and...
you get the girl, correct?

That's the arrangement?
- No.

No. No. No.
Get the fuck away from her.

You stick that gun up my face,

I'll stick it up
your fucking ass, bitch!

I'm gonna cut you like
a bitch, motherfucker!

- It's all right.
- What... what do you mean

it's all right?
It's not fucking all right.

- I made a deal, okay?
- You what?

- I'll eat your fucking face!
- I made a fucking deal, okay?

You're dying tonight, bitch!
You're fucking dying!

I'm confused.

This is what she proposed, correct?

But, now it's no good?

No good.

I'm not trading her. I'm not
trading her for anything.

Oh, come on, Bob.
Don't be stupid!

Shut up.
Shut the fuck up!

So, what is it exactly
that you're offering, Bob?

Where's the rest of it?

Where's my fucking daughter?

You'll get the rest
when we've got Gabi

and we're safe and sound.

Pay me later?

I don't think so, Bob.

It's not like I'm giving you
half your daughter back.

Your legacy's waiting
for you over that hill.

When you see her, just drop
the money and take her.

But all of it, Bob.

Every penny.

And you and I are finished.

Okay.

Let's go.

Now you, Headcase.

I want a word with you.

I just want you to know that
whatever happens tonight,

you're crossing over.

Oh, yeah.
The word's out, honey.

We're coming
out of the gutter for you.

And when we find you,

just know that I'm going to be
right there to watch you beg.

Unbelievable.
What?

You should have taken
the fucking deal.

You go behind my back.
It's great.

I had it all worked out,
you fucking idiot!

It was done,
you had your daughter back!

We don't trade people for--

They're gonna come for us,

you know that, right?
They're not letting us go.

They're gonna ride us out
into the fucking black hole,

and then they'll come.
- I know! I know!

If you know,
then what's your fucking plan?!

I don't have a plan,
all right?!

- So fucking stupid!
- Let's just go get Gabi

and we'll figure it out.

Throw the fucking money over.

Gabi?

How you getting home, huh?

How you getting out?

Thank God.

Bob.

Bob, we gotta go.

They're coming for us, okay?

Bob!

We have to get out of here.

Bob.

Bob!

Where the fuck are you going?

Fuck.

This way. Here.

Go to the end. Okay?

Okay!

All right.

Some people are coming.

Some very bad people.

And if they see you,

you point this at them
and you pull the trigger.

If you run out of bullets,
you just drop your gun,

pick up the next one.

And whatever you do, you don't
come out until I come get you.

Gabi, I'm gonna go now.

Dad?

Kill them.

Kill all of them.

What the fuck are you doing?!

Bring the fucking cars up.
Everybody down the hill!

Case!

Hey, darling.

You don't look so hot.

- Fuck you.

Yeah, we'll get to that.

You're all out of bullets, sweetheart.

Dad.

You're angry, aren't you?

It's never gonna be the same

and there's nothing
you can do about it.

But be careful.

Cyrus wants you
to become a war junkie.

So don't get too much at home.

You got Gabi to think about.

Where are you in all of this?

I'm leaving.

That's what I wanted
to tell you.

I'm going, tonight.

Going where?

Just going.

I don't want you to.

I know.

I...

I did some digging.

I know you didn't ask,
but I figured...

I figured what the hell.

You never know.

You never do.

She did look for you,
by the way.

She looked hard.

You know, private investigators,
APBs, flyers,

community service.

Local cop said
she drove him crazy.

After five years,
and it went cold,

she moved away.

Yeah.

Thank you.

I mean that.

Even though I don't believe
in any of your shit...

...I'd play Mary Magdalene
just to get you off.

And I would.

Might even take a little blood.

But I'd give you as good, man.

I really would.

Now do me a favor, Coyote.

And let me go.

Take care, okay?

Relax.

Finish up.

Put your hands up.

Walk out the door.

Forget about it.

Sit down.

What's with all
the fucking drama, girl?

Why not just do me
while I'm pissing?

We're in the heart
of true country, so come on.

Send me home.

Oh, I get it.

You want to see if the cock's
feet are made of clay.

Right, field hand?

That prince must fall shit?

Not happening, coolie.

I'm not like those sheep
whose whore you are.

I don't pretend to be.

I am my freedom.

I wear it!
You are nothing!

You're just trying to buy
yourself back with one bullet!

You're crossing over.

And a part of me
is going with you.

Where is it?

Yes!

Hello?

Hey, Coyote.

Case, where the fuck are you?

I'm here.