All language subtitles for +We.Kill.Them.All.2025

- Hey, Megan. - Hey.

- Hi. - See you in a bit.

What's up? - Thanks for hosting.

You can whip up one hell of a last-minute Christmas party.

- Oh, it's nothing.

I'm just glad we managed another year's contract.

I was worried we'd all be out of a job.

- Something worth celebrating, for sure.

So, things better since the last time we talked?

- What do you mean? - The purchase of this house?

- Oh. Um...

You know, it's a process.

Banks, they're soulless and unforgiving, but it'll be fine.

We'll get through it.

- Fantastic.

- Cheers.

: No way.

Oh my God.

- Had to bring it up. - I did.

And he was like...

Lane! Hi.

Lane, this is Sam, Brennan.

- Hi. Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you. - Lane is my... my roommate.

My incredible, much-loved roommate.

She's just back from Portugal.

- Yeah, I was away for work.

- Portugal? That must be some job.

- Pharmaceuticals.

- Yeah, she's a great one to keep around.

- I'm going to go get a drink. It's nice to meet you both.

- What? I'm sorry.

Why didn't you call? I wasn't expecting you.

- I don't know, I was too excited to see you.

I'm going to go to bed.

- Oh, fuck's sake.

Oh, just a couple more days.

Don't be a fucking asshole.

Oh, Miss, uh... Waines.

Yeah. It's Lee Hughes calling.

Yeah, the owners at Elk Ridge here have told me

to give you a shout when I had the place ready for you?

Yeah, it's the Sleeping Beauty in the Mountains,

that's what they're calling her.

Yeah, they said you were hoping to come out

and give the grounds a walk through?

- I'm not doing this shit.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah. Oh, sorry, baby, I didn't mean to wake you.

Yeah, I'm just, I'm... - Overthinking?

- Hey, I'm sorry about tonight.

I panicked.

- I thought we talked about this?

- I know, I know, we did, and I feel completely awful.

I am trying, it's just that, you know, these are my co-workers.

- None of them would have a problem with us.

This is all you.

- You're right, and I feel like shit. Okay?

I feel awful.

Like, I was just completely caught off guard, and I'm sorry.

- Okay.

I'm just going to go to sleep, but thank you.

- Laney, I am sorry.

Okay? I love you.

Hey.

I love you. That's it.

That's all.

- You're coming up tomorrow?

Uh... Oh yes, I've got the place looking very lived in.

Banks won't know what hit them

when that big money gets a look at it.

You bet.

Yeah, we'll, uh... we'll see you tomorrow.

I'm going to need you with me, Jenny,

these next few days.

She is just as hot-headed as you were.

- Damn it, I hope we weren't wrong about this.

- Middle of fucking nowhere.

- Been tracking this guy for fucking years, Jimmy.

Who knew a scorer and a bender out west would lead us to him?

We passed up on a good job to trek all the way out here.

- What job?

- None of your fucking business.

You're getting paid.

Holy fuck.

That bar bitch down in Wyoming might not have been lying to us.

There's the old fucker's Jeep.

Looks like we might get paid.

- Fuck!

- I've been waiting for this.

- Hey.

This here is personal,

so don't fuck it up.

You're not even supposed to be here.

All right, head on swivel, boys.

Roman, you're with me.

Well, the old son of a bitch saw us coming.

- So, tell me about him. Your dad.

I want to know what kind of guy he is.

- I don't really know him that well anymore, you know?

But who he was was someone that I wasn't very proud of.

- He must have been a mess after losing his wife.

I mean, not to condone his shit parenting.

- Well, I was a little shit after the accident.

And Mom wasn't around and...

Dad was never home,

so I started stealing his things and hiding them.

And he got so mad at first,

but then it turned into a little game,

and he would hide little clues all around the house.

And one of the gifts he gave me

was this wood carving knife,

and we carved this magpie together,

and that's why he calls me his little Megpie.

I guess that's a nice thing.

- That's sweet. What else?

- Oh, man. Um...

When I was a kid, I was about five,

my mom, Dad, and me, we went to the resort that we're going to.

- Mm-hmm.

It has a pretty decent golf course,

and Mom hates the sport, but Dad absolutely loves it,

so she did agree

that we'd go there instead of Glenwood Hot Springs.

So Dad was committed to making it worth her while,

and he planned this whole dinner, tucked into the treeline.

He got candles, and wine,

and, like, deli sandwiches from the gas station.

And we stole this golf cart,

and we sped across the green and hid into the treeline.

And Dad and Mom danced to the song that Dad was singing.

My God, I'd never seen my mom smile so big.

It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

- She sounds like the most incredible woman.

I wish I'd known her.

- She really is. I wish you did, too.

Now, how about that coffee?

- Roman?

- Yo.

- So, what do you got? - Nothing back that way.

- Yeah, he's running scared somewhere.

Well, there's more places for the piece of shit to hide,

so... let's keep looking.

Hey! Keep your finger off that trigger, we need him alive.

- Yes, sir.

- Oh, I forgot to give you this.

Open it.

- What is it?

- It's a phone tracker.

You tap it and your phone rings.

- Why are you giving me this?

- Oh, you got a great memory, but it's short.

We spent an afternoon in Maui

looking for your phone last year.

That's a sunset we'll never get back.

Just try it out. - You're ridiculous.

Okay.

- Sounds like a future full of thank yous.

- Oh, my God, you're insane.

Laney, I'm not 80 years old. - If the shoe fits?

- Okay, thank you so much, you're so sweet.

But I'm not going to need it.

There's no cell service out there anyways.

And besides, all I want is that cold pine, fresh air.

- I heard that's good for dementia!

You're going to thank me for it later.

What's up, you forgot something?

- Ugh!

- What's that?

- Anxiety.

You know...

It's just a pretty strong prescription of barbiturates

that I picked up a few days ago,

just in case anything goes a little tits up.

Don't worry, it's fine, I probably won't even need them.

- Okay, whatever gets you through the weekend.

- Shall we?

- Yeah. - Okay.

- Fuck! Jimmy!

Of all days.

- Shit.

- Are we sure he's here?

- What does that mean, Cody?

Considering that I'm rifling through his goddamn Jeep right now,

where do you think he would be?

Because he ain't walking down the fucking mountain on foot.

Not with them lungs.

Fucking brainless wonder.

- Maybe he got word we were coming.

Maybe he's got the cash and he's on foot, I figure.

- I didn't bring you here to figure anything.

Now, you turn this fucking place upside down.

- Jimmy!

Jimmy, Jimmy, I just saw him,

he's in the parking lot, let's go. Let's go!

- Jimmy.

It's about time!

I was beginning to think you'd lost your touch.

- Hello, old friend.

I can see that you haven't lost yours.

Duke there was one of my best guys.

Come on.

We got some catching up to do.

- Hi.

Wow.

This is crazy.

- Oh, this little guy's almost our senior.

- You know we're, like, in the middle of nowhere, right?

This is the only place to get essentials within like, a hundred miles.

- I love it.

You okay?

- You know my dad, he's not a good guy, right?

He's shot at cops, held women at gun point. I mean...

He's robbed banks, Laine, did I tell you that?

- I work for Big Pharma, we're both criminals.

- Visiting him just feels like

I'm stepping off a ledge into the dark.

- That's called faith.

I have a lot of it in you.

Everything's going to turn out exactly as it should.

I'm here for you. Okay?

Hey...

God... - What?

Shots, my lady?

I don't think we're allowed back here.

- It's fine.

- What are you doing?

- Come here.

Ah, it's going to be fine. - It's going to be fine.

- It's going to be fine. It's going to be fine.

- Where would I be without you, Davis?

- I have no idea.

- What was it, Lee?

Two, three days you were supposed to wait for me up in Waco.

Then we take the money down to Albuquerque,

hand it off to that crooked son of a bitch.

- I waited.

You never showed.

- Oh, I showed.

Because I was waiting for your dumb ass,

Danny and his boys caught up with me

and they took everything.

Left me for dead in the ditch down by Belen.

- Well, thank Christ for the Pueblos

and their salves, eh, Jimmy?

- Cody, get rid of Duke.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, what have we here?

Look at them girls.

That Jenny, she was something else, wasn't she?

Megan's got to be what... 24, 25 by now?

If she's anything like her mother,

she's got to be a knockout, right?

- The money ain't here.

It's back in the city. I swear.

- You're a fool but you're not that stupid.

Aside from that ballsy move you pulled,

you've never been much of a gambler, Lee.

- What the fuck would I do

with all that money in a place like this?

The money isn't here, I told you.

- What'd you say, boys?

Go and pay his little Megan a visit.

See what kind of a flower she grew into.

- You leave her alone, you goddamn bastard.

- You ever go to church, Lee?

Jenny was a Christian.

I'm sure she dragged you off a handful of Sundays.

There's a verse I'm thinking of, in what?

Jeremiah.

The fathers have eaten sour grapes

and the children's teeth are set on edge.

- No!

- Your house will cleaned in kind by Megan,

your little girl, if you don't use that fucking head of yours.

Tell me where you put the fucking money.

- Aaah!

Come on, Lee.

You don't really need that cash, do you?

I mean... last I heard,

your cancer had you on the ropes.

- He's fucking dying.

Keep going and he's no good to us.

- All right, Lee,

let's get you outside.

Maybe some fresh air'll do you some good.

Come on, Lee.

What's the deal?

Just two, three little words.

Location coordinates.

- Go to...

fucking hell.

- Lee.

Lee!

Fuck!

I hope you've fallen straight into hell, you old prick.

- So my dad got a contract gig

with some local investors to spruce up the place.

The banks took possession of it over Thanksgiving

and yeah, now they're trying to save it.

There'll be nobody else but us.

It's going to be completely empty.

- So your dad's a criminal and a closeted corporate stager.

Maybe he wants to come out to you.

- What? God.

- You know, back in the day,

he'd have fucking killed all of us.

That prick was meaner than a rattlesnake.

- Fuck that piece of shit.

You shouldn't have fucking pushed him so hard.

It's going to take forever.

- If you fucking speak out of turn one more time...

...I will burn you down

and light the match on your teeth.

Turn this place upside down!

- And to think that's him going easy on your ass.

Oh man.

- He said it's cabin one.

- These are so cute.

- There it is.

I got this.

- Key somewhere? - Yeah, it's under the log.

- Under the log... Oh.

Not exactly Capitol Hill, is it?

Ooh...

- Okay, humble abode.

- God, it's so much cuter than I thought it was gonna be.

- Yes, because it's had a facelift since last time I was here.

Oh, wow.

What?

- Oh my God, Megs,

lavender scented bath salts and a candle.

Are you kidding? I love him already.

- He must have softened in his old age.

- Take it.

- Is there any Xanax in there?

- No.

Ooh.

But he did leave some mighty fine red,

Fuel Plaza's very best.

- Perfect.

- Are you nervous?

- I guess,

but I wouldn't mind killing a bit of time in here first.

- I have a really good feeling about this.

- Oh, you have a really good feeling about this.

- I do. - You do?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

But I think we should meet your dad now.

- Okay. - Let's go.

- Okay.

Okay!

- Fuck!

- Well, well, what have we got here?

- Is that your dad's car?

- Yep, that's his old Jeep.

- Welcome, ladies. - Hi.

Gosh, what kind of a place is this?

So elite they got to bring out the big gun security?

- Something like that.

- Somebody just pulled up.

- Well, we're here to see Lee.

He's my dad. Do you know where he is?

- Megan, right? - Yeah.

Yeah. That's me. And this is my girlfriend Laine.

We're just visiting for the weekend.

Is he... is he inside?

- He might be.

- Okay.

Um, we'll just go take a look. Thank you.

Dad?

Dad!

Lee?

- Uh, Megs, let's go.

- Hey, we got company.

- Oh yeah, what do we got?

- Look upstairs maybe?

- Yeah.

- Oh, well... you must be Megan.

You know, you're a spitting image of your mama.

We're just about to get a drink.

Why don't you join us?

- No, we're good. Thanks.

We're just looking for my dad, Lee.

Do you know where he is?

- Well, I could ask you the same thing.

Seems he's disappeared off the face of the earth.

Me and the boys were hoping for a reunion,

but it just hasn't worked out.

- His Jeep's outside. Seems a bit strange now.

- Megan here tells me that, uh...

these two fancy themselves as some kind of a couple.

I mean, hey, in the eyes of God, that's blasphemy.

But for me, hey, I'm ready for some sis action.

You know what I mean?

- On, come on, Roman.

We think it's lovely.

What was your generation call it?

Progressive? - Not really anymore. No.

- No disrespect.

I applaud your sacrifices.

That's got to be quite the sight, right, like if the two of you...?

- Okay, fuck this, we're leaving. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Whoa, ladies. - Whoa.

I apologize, that was uncalled for.

I'm sorry.

Come along now.

Why don't you sit down,

have yourself a drink,

your daddy will be along soon enough,

we can all sit around and catch up.

- No, we're good. Okay?

- Now don't be rude.

- Here I am being hospitable,

offering you a place to rest and something to drink.

Sit down.

Look at me being the rude one.

I haven't introduced you to the boys.

That's Roman and that there's Cody.

Roman goes way back to me and your dad.

Cody's a fresh face, though, straight out of prison.

- Let me guess. Judging by the looks of him,

small-time crime

selling crack to 12-year-olds and ripping off old ladies?

- You know, I bet you're just as feisty in bed as your old momma was.

- Sit your sweet ass down!

- Oh, we're going to have some fun with you, sweetheart.

Cody!

You make these girls comfortable now

until I figure out what they can do for us.

- Where's my dad? And what did you do to him?

- Let's not get into all that nasty stuff.

How about some good news first?

If it's any consolation,

your daddy didn't suffer nearly what he was due.

- I swear.... - Stop, you're making it worse. Please.

- You should listen to your girl.

Cody, find something to tie this one up with.

She's got a little more spunk than her dad did.

And Roman, go make your rounds.

I don't want anybody crashing our party.

I think we got our hands full with this one, huh?

- Fuck you.

- Please just leave us alone.

- I know all about you.

When's the last time you visited your dad? For real?

I know that I've spent more time with him...

since what? You were 16.

You broke his heart, lost his little girl.

You know he never thought he'd be abandoned,

not by his little Megpie.

- You don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

- Well, that may be so.

I'm just having a hard time believing

that you're so broke up about all of this.

But he protected you till the end.

You were his bluff, did you know that?

Papa bird...

looking after his little one.

And you know,

I don't blame him...

I wouldn't want nasty men like me

all over my little girl,

not as pretty as you are.

- Let her go! Please, let her go.

Stop. Stop! Let her go.

- Are you done, darling?

- You know, a couple little girls like you.

I'm sure you could use a little extra cash.

No? I'm...

I'm sure there's

nothing you can buy in that old store

that could put a baby in that belly of yours.

- Don't touch me.

- Losing another parent, well, that would be just so sad.

Did he offer you something,

you know, maybe something he could pay reparations with?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Come on. You had to have known.

Oh.

Oh, this is good.

Well, your old daddy,

he had cancer...

The big C, black lungs.

He already had one foot in the grave.

The way I figure it, we did him a favor.

Oh, there it is.

That beautiful,

beautiful pain of regret sinking in.

I didn't have to lift a finger for that one.

You know, we're not terrible people, sweetheart.

We want to get out of here just as much as the two of you do.

Just tell us what you know

and don't try to sell us

on that bullshit lie that you knew nothing

about two million dollars

that your snake of a father ran off with.

Well, that's just not going to land well with me.

- I didn't know anything about any money. Okay?

- Oh, your father had a mouth full of lies as well.

But I lost patience with his bullshit.

- Stop. - Come on, swallow it.

- Stop! - You want to join her?

- Jimmy. Jimmy! You got a problem, man.

There's a car heading this way.

- And you couldn't take care of this yourself?

- Take the base out your voice, man, I'm on top of it.

I thought you'd be more intimidating, man.

- Fuck!

Cody, you look after these two.

Roman,

you stand by and make sure nothing goes sideways.

- Yes, sir.

- Hi, Mr. Hughes.

Jackie Wayne, San Juan County Tourism.

We... spoke on the phone yesterday?

- Ah!

Nice to put a face to the voice.

And, uh... a mighty fine one at that.

- I apologize for the delay,

I forgot how far out this place is.

- And could you remind me

just what is it that we're supposed to be doing out here?

Old brain's not what it used to be.

- This resort.

It's been foreclosed for the past few weeks.

That might change with some eager local investors.

That's why the owners had you come out,

bring this place back to life.

I'm sure we spoke about this last night.

- I just do what I'm told.

It's not for me to ask why.

And, uh...

what was it exactly you wanted to do out here tonight?

- The investors are coming out tomorrow to take a look,

I... I wanted to come ahead

to make sure everything was in order.

- Then it had to be tonight, did it?

- I... I came a long way.

- Okay.

I just got to go make a quick phone call,

then we'll do you a little walk around.

All right? - Mm-hmm.

- Move!

Get to walking. That's right, baby.

Left, right, left, motherfucking right.

Love this job!

Whoo!

Yeah.

We going to get comfortable in this bitch.

- Roman, which one do you fancy?

- Hey!

Get your head in the game. I'm talking to you.

Don't let these bitches run you, you run them.

And if you can't do that, step aside.

I didn't want you part of this crew anyway.

Shit.

- I didn't know that he was... that he was sick.

- I know.

I know.

- Cody,

I need you to stay here and babysit our girls.

I'm not done with you, darling. Think about what I said.

Only you can stop this, Megpie.

Roman.

I need to make some rounds,

disable their fucking vehicle.

I don't want any more goddamn company tonight, all right?

All right.

Shall we?

- You ladies ever had dick before?

Like real dick. - Don't fucking touch her.

- I haven't been out here for years.

- I need to piss. Don't fucking move.

: Okay. Look at me. I have the knife in my pocket.

A carving knife. Here, move to this side.

Get it out of its case and I want you to stab him with it.

Okay? - My God...

- Baby, it's okay. Baby, look at me.

You can do this. All right?

Take the knife

and you stab him in his fucking thigh

or his arm or his chest or somewhere.

Okay? And then we're going to run.

Hey, you can do this. - Okay.

- You can do this, okay? - Yeah.

- I told you not to fucking move.

- Argh!

- Fuck!

Bitch!

- Fuck, fuck...

- Lane, Lane, Lane. Be careful.

- Where's my little bitches hiding?

- You stabbed him.

You did that. You psychopath.

- I thought it would feel so much better than it did.

Are you okay? - No.

I don't know what the fuck is going on.

Dad was-- - Daddy's dyke!

You don't want to disappoint daddy, do you?

You fucking little...

Daddy can smell you hiding.

Smells like dyke pussy in here.

Hm?

Here, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy.

- Okay. We have to get out of here.

It's a long shot but...

- Like a master key for the rooms? - Yeah, it could be.

Let's try to get in somewhere they can't get in, okay?

- You've been, uh... very thorough with the snow removal.

- I aim to please, Miss Waines.

Aim to please.

- What happened to you?

- She had a fucking knife, man.

- See, I knew you were too green for this, man.

Jimmy's going to have them nuts.

Where they at?

Where the hell they at?

- They're right there!

- Here, take these. - Okay.

- There they are!

Daddy's here.

Ah-ha! Open that door.

- Fuck! - Come on, Megs, they're coming. Let's just go upstairs.

- Coming for that ass, snowflake.

Fuck.

- Baby, we have to go. They're going to come in.

- Argh! Argh!

- What the fuck, man? - Fucking knock it down.

- Get downstairs! - Aaah!

- Go, go, go.

- Don't move.

Stay there.

- What was that?

- You're in the...

San Juan Mountains, Miss Waines.

Pretty much as high as you can get.

All kinds of sounds up here.

- Don't move. Stay there.

- Run!

- Get in there. Get in there.

Keep moving.

I didn't tell you to stop. You keep damn well moving.

- Come on, man. You don't need to play this game.

Fuck!

Snow's a bitch, isn't it, honey?

Tracks like a little mouse.

Play with me!

- You're wasting your time with us.

- Move!

Get down those stairs, snowflake.

I ain't playing with you.

- Stop!

- It just had to be today,

you poor, unlucky bitch.

You fucking stupid fucking bitch!

Motherfucking think you can get the fuck out of my fucking resort.

Fuck you, fucking stupid.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Fuck!

Fuck you, fucking stupid.

Thanks for the dance.

- I'm coming for you!

Megan...

where are you, darling?

You have nowhere to hide, nowhere to run.

You don't need to play this game anymore.

Fuck!

Stop!

- This do it for you?

Chasing women and cornering them against their will?

- You need to watch that mouth of yours, woman.

I mean, I know you and your girlfriend think you cute,

some little couples thing you got going on.

And that's fine.

But I'm going to send you back to her...

all woman.

I need to have me

a little bit of fun.

Yeah.

You know what I'm talking about.

: Don't be scared!

Don't be scared, sweet thing.

Get up there. Oh, yeah.

Now, that's what I'm talking about.

- Party's over.

I'm fucking sick of this shit already.

- No! Fuck you!

Ah...! - Huh?

It's over!

- Okay, okay.

- Let's go.

- Let me take a good, long look at you here.

Yeah. Let me see what we got.

Oh, shit!

Damn.

You hiding all that?

You hiding all that from me?

See, your girlfriend don't got none of this.

This is all man right here.

All 100% man.

Oh, you trying to go someplace, huh?

Yeah... You know what?

I'm going to need me a drink to celebrate

before I handle my business.

Oh, yeah. Look at you.

You know what?

I think you should have a drink, on me.

That's right.

Whoo! My two favorite things,

vodka

and pussy.

Aaah!

Dammit!

Come here. : Use your feet.

I'm not about to lose my share over two fucking bull dykes.

- God, you're stupid.

- I could shoot you now and leave you here to rot,

and tell the guys you got away.

Is that what you're looking for?

Because you're making your way there real fast.

- Jimmy will kick your ass if anything happens to me.

- Boss! Jimmy, I found her.

- Christ! - She's half your size, man.

- Fucking bitch!

- Bitch!

Ah...!

Snowflake.

You don't have to hide from me.

No, sweet thing.

It's just you and me down here.

- Please, please, please.

- It's just you and me!

- Please, please, please. - I got something for you.

- Please.

Please! - You're okay.

You like that.

You and me.

- No, my God! - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

That's right. Come here.

- Meg!

- Hey, motherfucker!

- No!

- Aaah!

- There's your scissors, you fuck!

- Hey! Roman!

Boss!

- Fuck!

It's two fucking little girls!

Move it!

- Hey, hey.

Did he...

- No, he didn't.

- Okay.

- Fuck!

Check inside the cabins. All of them!

: Hey, hey.

There's a landline, okay? It's in the resort.

My dad called me on it. We have to get to it.

- We've got to split up and separate them.

We have to kill them, Megs.

That's the only way we're going to get out of here.

The pills in your bag, they're in the car.

- Yeah. Yeah. Okay.

- I'll find the phone, and you get the pills.

And then.... and then we can...

Go!

Go, go, go.

- Boss!

Jimmy!

- Motherfucker.

- I hear you, girl.

You've got nowhere to go.

Are we having fun yet?

Because I can play this game all night.

- Oh, Lane, you fucking genius.

- Motherfucker!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy there.

Ooh! You made daddy run.

Come on, darling.

I've got a place for you to hide.

Easy now.

Ooh, you girls.

You two little girls sure know how to make a guy run around.

Get in there.

- You sneaky bitch!

Oh... there she is.

Sit your ass down!

You're not taking your ass off of that chair

until Jimmy has his hands around your throat.

Got it?

- Yeah.

You know, it really should be you

leading the gang, not Jimmy.

- You can tell that to him when he gets here.

- I'm really sorry

about hurting you earlier.

I hope I wasn't too... I don't know...

rough.

- Somehow, I don't believe you.

Aren't you a lesbian?

- I go both ways.

- Prove it.

- You're fresh out of prison, right?

Must've been lonely.

- What's that to you?

You don't listen very well, do you?

Stay put.

- Okay.

- I'm going to get me another drink.

- Okay.

- Fuck!

- You know, I could kill you, right here.

Your girl's the only one that can really help me.

You just got caught up with the wrong family, didn't you, honey?

I suppose you were expecting...

kumbaya by the fire

and long hot,

hot nights with your girl.

Didn't expect a run-in with old daddy's past, did you?

- This is pointless.

Megan had no idea about any sort of cash

or what her dad's been up to for the last eight years.

She knows less than all of you.

- Well...

that may be the case,

but if I knew Lee at all...

...there was a plan to him bringing her in here.

She may not know it all...

...but she's my canary in a gold mine...

...and I will get what I need soon enough.

- So why don't you?

- What's that darling?

- Just kill me.

- Oh, well... insurance, of course.

As long as I'm looking for Megan,

I got to keep you on lockdown.

- Oh...

Sorry.

Didn't reload.

Slipped my mind.

Argh!

- What the fuck?

Cody!

- No! No!

No!

- Okay... Slow down! - No!

- Slow down!

Save some of that for later.

We've got work to do right now.

Come on. Come on!

Take it easy.

Easy! Slow down. - Aaah!

- Hey, take it easy.

You know I'm impressed with you girls.

That Cody was a real goddamn idiot,

but his fucking temper was special.

You just take it easy.

We got to work together for a little while now.

All right, there we go.

Sorry about the face.

She doesn't play well with authorities.

- Oh, my God. Hey, are you okay?

You piece of shit!

- Well, that was unwarranted.

I mean, I could have snapped her neck,

but she's still alive, isn't she?

- Fuck you.

- Oh... Oh.

I could have done that too, sweetheart,

but I saved you the pleasure.

Easy...

You make another fucking move

and I'm going to put her brains all over that post.

You know...

I used to run with a bunch of guys out of Texas.

There was this one guy...

originally came from Ecuador. That was one crazy motherfucker.

With his knowledge of interrogation tactics,

he made gathering intelligence

a much less daunting task.

- What is that?

- That is 200 milligrams of strychnine.

Double the lethal dosage you'd need for a body that size.

- No. - Come on.

- No, no!

- Yeah... There you go.

Open up.

- Don't touch her, please. I'll do anything.

I'll do anything you want. I'll do anything. Please.

Oh, please, please.

Please! - Shut up!

All right, darling.

Here we go.

Up we go.

Now that...

is a slow dissolve capsule.

I'd say you got...

15, 20 minutes before it's gone.

Is that going to be enough time for you, darling?

Huh? Mm-hmm.

I bet you that stash is a whole lot closer now, isn't it?

Do not let that slip past your throat.

There'll be no saving you after that, I'm afraid.

Move! - Lane, I'll be right back.

Okay? - Come on.

- It's going to be okay. - Move. Move.

Get moving!

15 minutes doesn't last long.

- I'm not an idiot. I know she doesn't even have that.

- Well, then I guess

you better stop dragging your feet.

I bet you're regretting that little synchronized swim

you took back there, hey?

Must be freezing your tits off by now.

- I'd be more concerned about that micro dick of yours freezing off.

Any colder, I'd be more of a man than you are.

- Got a mouth on you like a sailor.

I'm starting to really like you, Megpie.

Now move.

Come on. I can smell my money.

Go!

I wouldn't think you'd be dawdling like this.

Not with your girl in that predicament we put her in.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Really? In a boat.

Come on. What are you doing?

Goddamnit!

It leaves you dizzy, doesn't it, girl?

Come on.

Oh, easy does it.

Come on, find your feet. Find your feet.

Come on!

Not quite as tough as your old man, are you?

Come on... Move!

I've got one bullet left for you, Megan.

But first, a little reunion.

Just one moment of cooperation would've saved you.

And now you're not even 24 hours behind your old man

pushing through to perdition

and your girl...

...your girl is probably dead by now and grateful for it,

knowing what she would've gone through.

All because you were fucking around with me!

You two bitches can go straight to hell.

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

How the fuck did you manage that?

- I improvised. Where's the other guy?

- I improvised.

I feel like I should say sorry.

- You have nothing to be sorry about.

- No, but I feel partially responsible somehow. You know?

- I feel like your dad was trying to move on from his past

and it's not your fault that it caught up to him.

I feel like he genuinely wanted to say sorry before he...

- Yeah, you're right. You're right.

We should probably go.

- What's that?

- Do you remember the treasure hunt

that I told you I had with my dad as a kid?

Well, he'd leave a marker next to a clue,

a bird, a magpie, so that I'd know that he'd hidden something.

: Megpie, the clue's on the bird.

- My God.

: I hope you never have to read this.

If you are, I'm sorry.

I should have fixed all this sooner.

I love you.

Dad.

- Oh my God.

- What's that?

- My dad gave it to me for my 15th birthday.

I threw it back at him a year later.

Man, the look on his face, I'll never get it out of my head.

I broke his heart.

- Oh...

Oh!

- Holy shit. - Oh... my God!

- Oh my God. - Oh my God.

- Oh my God.

Lane, it's a lot of money.

- You think this will make up for all the fuck shit we just went through?

- Well, it'll certainly go towards some therapy bills.

- Oh, God!

- He came through for you in the end.

- A little less to worry about.

Maybe it's time we took a real vacation.

- Define real vacation.

- Sun, sunsets.

No family, no phones.

- Can I just make a suggestion?

- What's that?

- Maybe we stay away from resorts for a while.

- This is your party, Megan.

New Year's aside, you should be celebrating your new digs.

- Well, it's not exactly new, but it's ours.

- Well, to new beginnings then. - Hell yeah.

- Okay. I got one last bottle of red.

- Oh, thank you, baby. Lifesaver.

- Happy New Year's, Lane.

- You too, Sammy.

- How beautiful does she look? I can't get over it.

- Stop. - Yeah.

You two, I'll leave you with that.

But congratulations, really. - Thank you.

- Couldn't have happened to a better couple.

- I love you.

- That's it. That all.

- That's it. That's all.

- We made it. - We did.

Just about,

and... a little help from that guy.

: 10, 9, 8,

7, 6, 5,

4, 3, 2, 1...

: Happy New Year!