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(Shovel digging)

(Man grunting)

(Soft moaning)

- You hear that?

- I hate this job.

Should we do something?

- Yeah.

We should.

(Groaning softly)

Check this out.

Here. He's having a smoke.

(Chuckling)

Quick, take a picture.

- I'm going. - One last cigarette, old timer.

(Man groaning)

Ow, fuck!

A bee stung me.

- There's no bees here.

No flowers.

Some kind of sand bee?

- Get your fucking shovel.

(Man groaning)

- Mrs. Hunter...

Let's see.

72 years old...

(Sniffling)

Medications...

(Clears throat)

What was your occupation?

- Socialite.

Retired.

(♪ Classical playing on PA ♪)

(Man coughing)

(Ringing)

(Sighing)

- And you are losing weight,

so you could eat more.

(Clears throat)

Uh, right.

(Inhales deeply)

I want to talk to you about your husband.

- What's the problem now?

- Well, it's--it's delicate.

Um, in a way, you're the problem.

(Inhaling deeply)

(♪ Man singing in foreign language on radio ♪)

- What did the doctor say?

- The doctor is an asshole.

- Well, you're getting thinner.

Did he tell you to eat more?

- He said: "Tell that girl in the waiting room

not to wear shorts in fucking November."

(Sighing)

Oh, I had a dream last night.

- Yeah?

- A filthy sex dream.

You want the details?

- No.

(Chuckling)

- How are the girls?

- The knitting club's not the same without you.

You know, I think Brenda wishes

they hadn't kicked you out of the group.

She misses you.

Says you're ruthless.

- That's a 10-cent word.

- What do you think she means?

- Well, being ruthless means

going after your enemy's weak point without hesitating.

Usually, that's someone's family.

So maybe Brenda is saying if you mess with me,

I'll fuck up your family.

(Chuckling)

(Both laughing)

- OK.

- How about you?

Anything new?

- Zero.

No accomplishments, no prospects.

(Sniffling)

I should just get out of this town.

- I know the feeling.

- We should leave together.

Right? Fuck this place.

We should.

- Hey. You--you missed the turnoff.

- Maybe I just want to spend a little more time with you.

- OK.

But maybe just slow down, a little.

(Sighing)

- That her?

- Want me to come in?

- Uh, it's OK.

- I have a date this weekend.

- Mmm.

- Check him out.

- He's handsome.

But is it as big as a baby's arm?

- I just need to get out of the house.

- Mmm.

- You want me to climb up there? Your light's out.

- No.

I'll see you next week.

- Bye.

- Emma... - Yep!

- Um, be careful out there, hmm?

- Yes, ma'am!

- How's it hanging, Chip?

(Man talking, audience cheering on TV)

- Oh, goddammit, your feet!

(Sighing)

The doctor said I've been neglecting you.

Clip the nails, put on the cream.

The weasel wrote it in his little book.

- Despite so many ordeals...

my advanced age and the nobility of my soul

leads me to conclude that all is well.

We'll do it tomorrow, OK?

(Water draining)

(Exhaling slowly)

♪♪ When the morning sun comes peeping ♪

♪ Over the mountain ♪

♪ And nature's melody begins to play ♪

♪ I wonder how the song that seems to be so short and sweet ♪

♪ Could be as good again another day ♪

(Glass shattering)

♪ Oh, I loved you with a passion hot as summer ♪

♪ And I picture when you were as fresh as spring ♪

- Balls!

♪ I held you when... ♪

♪ Now the evening sun is sinking ♪

♪ Moving homeward ♪

♪ As I bid another peaceful day goodbye ♪

♪ Our home is on the south side of an old hill country town ♪

Oh!

♪ Nestled here beneath the Texas sky ♪

♪ And when you touch my hand, I know that you still love me ♪

♪ And I... ♪

(Grunting)

- Sweet Christ on a cracker.

♪ Come and gone again ♪♪

(Grunting)

(Chuckling softly)

(Snoring softly)

(Banging sound in distance)

(Objects clattering)

- Ah.

(Door opening)

- Mrs. Hunter?

- Ann? What's happening?

- We have a court order to move you to a care facility.

- (Chip): Ann? Ann?

- Who are you?

- Your legal guardian.

My name is Rivera.

You can read this in the van.

(Banging sound in distance)

- I need to get a few things.

- We'll come back for them.

(♪ More Life, Less Names by Naya Ali on headphones ♪)

♪♪ You just talk, you just talk ♪

♪ You just talk, you just talk ♪

♪ I just walk, I just walk ♪

♪ I just walk with my heart ♪

♪ Follow God, follow God ♪

♪ 'Cause we aim for the top ♪

♪ You ain't down for the cost ♪

♪ You ain't down for the-- ♪♪

(Both talking, indistinct)

- I'm going out.

- Hmm. Where are you going?

- To see Brenda and the girls.

But first, I'm gonna meet some dude.

- Oh!

- Just be careful.

- Of what? Of the... Hmm?

- Leave Charles alone.

He's been pulling rats out of the ceiling all day.

- Well, that explains the appetite.

- So, how was the, um...

the doctor's visit?

- The G is fine.

The G is eternal.

You can say that again.

- How's my dad?

- She says he's OK.

Not great, but, you know.

- Mm-hmm.

Well, he'd be better

if she didn't get drunk and smoke in his face all day.

I should go see him.

- You should go.

- The G makes him nervous.

- You didn't know him before.

He was a great dad.

Strong as a bull.

I worshipped him.

Till he met you-know-who and left my mother.

Now he can barely keep his balance.

- OK.

Tomorrow is the first.

- Where'd you get that?

Be careful!

(Door opening, closing)

(Door opening)

(Grunting)

(Sighing)

- Where are we?

- I don't know.

- Someone's made a mistake.

- I don't think it's a mistake.

- I want to go home.

(Chip crying)

- That's not you talking, Chip.

We'll be all right.

I'll get this straightened out.

(♪ Jazz playing on stereo ♪)

- You're late.

- I was on a date.

It was what every girl dreams of.

He showed up late,

and then he followed me into the toilet to watch me pee.

- Some men are into that.

- What the hell do you know about it, Claire?

- I've been around the block a few times.

(Scoffing)

- This is my fucking life.

I lost my job, I moved back in with my mom.

And in my spare time,

I get asked to pee in front of strange men.

- What did you do?

- I... mumbled something, and then I left.

- Maybe you put out the wrong signal.

- One more word...

- The G would have put his eyes out.

(Footsteps departing)

(Door opening, closing in distance)

(Men talking in distance)

(Sighing)

- I need to use your phone.

(Sighing)

(Door unlocking, opening)

(Footsteps)

- You're not supposed to be out here.

- Are you the caretaker?

- No.

But they let me work in the garden.

I'm Joseph.

- Ann.

- Are you going somewhere?

- Where are we, Joseph?

What kind of place is this?

- It's a place for old people.

Just listen to your guardian.

Get along with him, and you'll be OK.

But they don't like people wandering around.

- I need to use a phone.

- Uh-huh.

- Don't you have one?

- Yeah, but--

- I'd like to use it, please.

- It won't do you any good.

(Phone buzzing)

- Yeah.

- I need to get a message to Jack.

♪ ♪ ♪

- Desert rose.

- If you say so.

- Just, uh, give it a little water every 3 weeks.

- Every plant I ever owned died.

(Chuckling)

- Be patient. It'll be all right.

- Chip?

- Hey!

What the fuck?

Hey!

Where's Mrs. Hunter?

- Hey. You should leave.

- They were just here last week.

(♪ Humming Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star ♪)

(Clattering)

(Door opening)

- What time is it?

- It's 3:00 in the morning.

- Locked up like animals.

- Most of the people aren't very mobile here.

But you've been out wandering.

New residents have to stay in their apartments

for the first month.

For your own safety.

Then we unlock the door.

- Well, we want to go home.

- You're with us now. The court put you under my care.

We've been going through your assets.

And there's something missing,

which is important,

because all this is paid out of your assets,

which we manage for you, including medical emergencies.

- We don't know anything about it.

- I talked to your husband. He doesn't know where the money is.

- Then there's no money.

- Seems your father was a bit of a businessman.

There was some inheritance.

- We don't have anything.

- I wasn't talking to you!

Last chance.

- Are you gonna hit me?

- No.

(Screaming, groaning)

- There was a time he would have torn you in half

with his bare hands.

- Where's the money?

- Ah!

- Don't hit him again.

- Sit down.

Where?

(Chip groaning, retching)

- We have nothing else.

(Punch landing)

(Screaming)

- Is he still breathing?

The doctor will say that he fell out of the chair.

If he lives, I'm gonna split you two up.

You're a tough old lady.

But you need to help him now.

- Don't take him away again.

Leave him with me, please.

- And the money?

(Emma talking in distance, indistinct)

- Come on!

This is how it works.

A guardian finds old people who are isolated who have money.

He gets doctors to write that these old people

can't take care of themselves anymore,

and then he goes to court with his lawyers.

The old people don't know what's going on.

Sometimes, they're not even there.

So the judge gives the guardian complete control of their lives.

And he pays himself out of their money,

which he also controls.

It's legal, and it's a big business.

- And you think your grandparents are here now?

- Yeah, maybe.

- You don't know?

- This is the fourth place I've been.

But that guy in there was at the G's doctor's office.

(Sniffling)

- What, uh, what's the G?

- What do you do here?

- Oh, I have my own business.

I do landscaping and repairs.

I'm here twice a week.

- G for Granny.

She used to leave us these crazy demanding notes,

signed with a big G,

so we started calling her that.

My mom called the notes G-mail.

(Chuckling)

She doesn't take shit from anyone.

I'm trying to be more like her.

- I can see that.

(Chuckling)

- We went to the police, a lawyer.

They all said it was normal.

Even family can't visit without the guardian's approval.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- I'm Matt, by the way.

- Emma.

- Hey, so, I have to get back to work.

But if I can help you with anything,

just let me know, OK?

- Can you get me inside?

(Chuckling)

Can you?

- I'll tell you what.

Next time I'm here, I'll help you,

if you let me take you out sometime.

Fair?

(♪ Ann humming Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star ♪)

(♪ Humming continues)

(Chip wheezing)

(Humming stops)

(Snoring)

- Who...

fixed up your feet?

(♪ Humming ♪)

(Gurgling)

(Gurgling, choking)

Hold on, Chip.

(Snorting softly)

Remember how much I love you.

(Crying)

(Gasping)

(Sighing)

(Rattling door handle)

(Knocking)

(Sobbing)

- They told me what happened.

- Charles...

- You...

You old drunk!

I spent the last month in lawyers' offices

trying to get the both of you out,

and you just...

and you just let him die.

I don't believe your story.

And if you were sober,

none of this would have happened.

Don't expect anything from me now.

You're on your own.

You can stay in here.

- You know he moved us to this hell on earth

to be near you,

his only family.

Let me tell you what he thought of you,

since before he died,

you didn't get to talk.

He was ashamed of you your whole fucking life.

But he was too decent a man to show it.

And look where that got him.

(Exhaling shakily)

- Sorry.

- God, but you're mean.

- He really was trying to get you out.

Why didn't you call me?

I could have found you earlier. I could have helped.

I'll come see you.

I'll come see you whether you like it or not.

(Door opening)

(Sobbing)

(Sniffling)

♪ ♪ ♪

- What are you gonna do now?

- (Ann): You mean now that they've unlocked the door?

I can't tell you that, Chip.

- What do you mean?

- No money, no husband, no home.

What would you do?

- Mrs. Hunter?

- I was south of the border when I got your message.

I'm sorry it took so long.

- I left a message for Jack.

- Jack's dead.

- Who the fuck are you?

- I'm Jack's son.

And I'm sorry about your husband.

- Did you stop by my condo?

- I'll go tonight.

You gonna stay here?

- Just until I castrate these pig-fuckers.

♪ ♪ ♪

(♪ Hip-hop playing on stereo ♪)

- There's a new arrival for you.

I need the key to 203.

(Sighing)

(Car door closing)

(Engine starting)

(Woman groaning softly)

- What... what...

What do you want?

(Groaning)

(Door opening in distance)

(Groaning)

- Someone followed me from the condo.

Young guy, baggy pants.

- And?

- I wasn't sure what to do with him.

And your condo...

It's been sold.

- Went inside?

- There's nothing left.

You're angry.

- My mother used to say:

"If you let your anger out, you live longer."

She lived to be 102.

- Here's a phone.

You wanted me to pick something up for you?

That can wait now.

There's something else you can do first.

(Gasping)

Oh, sweet motherfucking Jesus!

- Sorry.

(Sighing)

You always talk like that?

- What are you doing here, Joseph?

- I'm going to work in the garden.

I, uh, saw you talking to someone.

You came out the maintenance door in the back, right?

Someone's waiting there now.

He works here.

Follow me.

You look different.

Younger.

- Yeah?

They beat up my crippled husband.

He died.

- I'm sorry.

You should go back inside.

I don't want them to hurt you too.

- Thank you, Joseph.

- Welcome home!

Keep giving me the death stare. I'm not leaving.

- How's the knitting coming along?

- Fuck you.

- Cup of tea?

- Your doctor told us you were smoking two packs a day,

drinking a ton of vodka and not eating.

He told Charles you basically killed your husband.

You look great, by the way.

The doctor was in on it.

He signed the paper saying you were incompetent,

and then Rivera used that in court.

- They thought we had money.

- Yeah.

But why would they think that?

Maybe Chip had money hidden away?

- If there was money, why would I still be here?

- But then, my money's gone too.

- How did you get in here?

- Uh, this guy. He's a subcontractor.

He does, I don't know, repairs and stuff.

He's pretty cute.

I can get you out of here.

Maybe get your home back.

- How?

- I know someone. He's got connections.

We--we have to fight back.

Right? This is your philosophy.

You never take shit from anyone.

- That's my philosophy? - Yeah!

Isn't it?

You think I can't help you.

That's why you didn't call me.

- It doesn't matter what I think.

- It does to me.

- I guess that's your problem.

- OK.

You know, I should just abandon you like everyone else.

But instead, I'm gonna get you out of here.

Just to piss you off.

I brought you this.

It was on your fridge.

- Thank you, Emma.

This is important to me.

- Yeah.

I should go.

- Emma...

Your money is safe.

But stay out of this.

I don't need your help.

- Thanks for meeting me here.

- Where are we going?

- Nowhere. We're here.

- Great. Should be a fun evening.

You know what?

I think I'm gonna take a rain check.

- Come on. We're gonna have a picnic.

It's not far.

- How'd you get in here?

- My own business, remember?

(♪ Man singing on PA ♪)

(Chuckling softly)

- Don't you know how to swim?

- I never learned.

You coming in?

- No. I'm, uh, I'm all right.

- I can put my clothes back on if you want.

Not trying to make you uncomfortable.

- OK, good.

- OK.

(Chuckling)

(Knocking on door)

- You're not supposed to come here.

- I need some sugar for my tea.

Are you gonna let me in?

- You can't smoke in here.

- You're the only person I know here.

- I collect them.

- You a gun nut?

- Why? Are you one of the gun controllers?

- I don't give a shit.

I'm not gonna stop swearing, Joseph,

even though I see it offends you.

- Thanks.

- When I was a little girl...

I used to swear all the time.

And one day, I was kidnapped.

My father...

had a lot of enemies.

I was playing on the road one day...

and some men came.

To send him a message,

they beat me every day for weeks.

And then when I was dying,

they dumped my body on the side of the road.

A farm worker found me.

An illegal. He took me to the hospital.

And to everyone's surprise, I survived.

You know what my family told me?

They said my being taken was God's punishment

for my swearing.

I told them to go fuck themselves.

(Chuckling)

- OK.

I'll put up with it.

Where was this, where you grew up?

- West Texas.

I want to be friends, Joseph.

You... you seem like a nice guy.

- I haven't had a guest in a long time.

And you make me nervous.

- So what's the next move for your G?

- First, I'm gonna go see a judge I used to work for.

- No shit, a judge?

- Roy.

I had to quit. He kept coming on to me.

I was applying to law school.

Roy was gonna write a letter for me. I...

Right now, my life is fucked.

And the G was my banker.

So now my savings are gone too.

- Banker?

- I gave her everything I saved, and she gave me 10% interest.

Like, every week. That's what I've been living on.

- So, she did have money.

And they took that too?

- Maybe not.

- She hid it?

Wow.

- I think she just liked seeing me every week.

That's why she gave me the money.

Maybe she thinks I wouldn't visit her otherwise.

- You like it here?

- Yeah.

- Do you wanna make out?

Like, right now?

(Chuckling softly)

- Mmm.

Sandwich.

- You've been here a while.

Have there been others like my husband?

- I've heard rumors.

There was a guy here last year.

Burt.

Tough old guy, Navy commander.

(Sighing)

And like most people here, he had no family.

They like people like that.

- They beat him to death too?

- He just disappeared.

I heard things.

Probably just stories to scare us.

- Sounds like a good place to get the hell out of.

- You're a firecracker, Ann.

- I always liked firecrackers.

But they never paid any attention to me.

- Is that right?

(Inhaling deeply)

What are you doing, Joseph?

Mmm.

(Moaning)

(Moaning, breathing heavily)

Are you alive?

- Yeah.

- I'm not a nice person, Joseph.

I was an OK wife, but...

I was a lousy nurse these last few years.

I thought my life was over.

Thought about killing him myself.

(Sighing)

And before that, I was a lousy parent.

I was impatient, and sometimes I was...

cruel.

- We've all made mistakes.

- You've got me mixed up today, Joseph.

Normally, I...

I don't like talking.

Ah...

Anyway...

I'm not a nice person.

But I do have other qualities.

- I think you're amazing.

(Exhaling slowly)

- Emma?

You OK?

- I hate going back to him.

Last time I saw him, he was...

aggressive.

(Sighing)

- Maybe it's a bad idea.

- I just have to say the right things.

Manipulate him.

- You're gonna manipulate a judge, huh?

Maybe take something for protection.

(Sighing)

In there.

I hope he's fucking ugly.

- That's quite a story.

What exactly do you want from this Rivera?

- I want to him to write a check to my grandmother, Ann Hunter,

for the money that he stole when he sold her condo.

And I want him to--

- OK, look...

- They kidnapped her.

- That may be overstating it.

Look, retirees are a growing business.

And around here, businessmen, politicians, gangsters,

sometimes, it's hard to tell them apart.

- Will you help me?

Roy?

(Chuckling softly)

- Will you come back and work for me?

I've missed you.

- Yes. I'd love that.

I'm sorry I left.

- Hmm.

Rivera.

The name's familiar. I'll make some calls.

- Thank you, Roy.

- Don't worry.

I'll see that you make it up to me.

(Exhaling slowly)

(Sniffling)

(Gun clicking)

- You got the drop on me.

- I am so tired

of you perverted, violent,

useless motherfuckers.

- You gonna shoot me?

- Yeah.

- I'm a friend of your grandmother's.

- Bullshit!

- I come from Texas. I'm a soldier.

My family has known your grandmother for a long time.

She asked me to keep an eye on you.

She likes you.

She doesn't hardly like anybody.

- Thought you were in the hospital.

- I'm OK.

- You don't look OK.

- Some guy came by the condo.

- He kicked the shit out of you.

Take it easy.

All right.

He went in-- he went in there, right?

So there's gotta be something there.

- We searched the condo.

If the old couple had anything else,

they would have told us.

- They were supposed to have a lot more money, right?

- It's done. We're onto other jobs.

- But the fucking guy is still out there.

- Why don't you take some time off?

Get yourself right.

Guy shows up, we'll take care of it.

(Phone buzzing)

- All right.

(Buzzing continues)

Yeah.

Yeah.

- (Ann): I have a question for you, Joseph.

What's in Room 203?

- Palliative. End-of-life care.

The guys who work here call it the departure lounge.

(♪ Man humming softly ♪)

- ♪♪ I've been in the storm ♪

♪ So long ♪

♪ I've been in the storm ♪

♪ So long ♪

♪ Children ♪

♪ I've been in the storm ♪

♪ So long ♪

♪ I need a little time ♪

♪ To pray ♪♪

(Line ringing)

- (Ann): Yes?

- We need to talk about Emma.

- Your friend Roy said that

you were gonna meet me down at my church.

- I went to your church.

Then I followed you here.

- He knows my employer.

You might have noticed his election signs around town.

- The senator?

- Father of the industry.

Owns a stake in...

half the old-age homes across the state.

- You have my grandmother in one of those places.

- This is a business for me.

And nothing is ever personal.

And I've been asked to help you.

- This couldn't be more personal.

Give her back what you stole.

Your son goes to Middlebury Prep School, right?

- Why are you asking me that?

- My grandmother has friends you don't know about.

And they just want you to know

that they know where your son goes to school.

That's all.

- You're threatening my family.

- No.

I'm just a messenger.

But maybe they think the kind of person

who would kidnap and abuse old people

might not listen to reason.

- There are no friends...

that I don't know about.

You're sick.

And you're alone.

(Breathing heavily)

(Retching)

- (Ann): I saw something the other day. Um...

A man washing another man's feet.

Made me think of that story in the bible.

I let my husband down, Joseph.

I could have protected him. I, uh...

I could have taken better care of him.

- It's not your fault, Ann.

These are bad people.

- And now my granddaughter is getting involved with them,

and I can't let that happen too.

You asked me about my family back in Texas.

Well, they're also bad people.

(Sighing)

I've done bad things myself.

I wanted to pay these people back for what they did,

but now I just want to make sure that nothing happens to Emma.

- You, of course, are a rose.

But were always a rose.

- I'm leaving, Joseph.

I've got money.

Or I--I will have some soon.

- Why not just stay here, stay with me?

You--you can still spend your money.

- Because I hate this fucking place.

This place is old age.

(Horn honking)

(Line ringing)

♪ ♪ ♪

(Ringing continues)

(Sighing)

(Doorbell ringing)

- Kept an eye on Emma like you asked.

She didn't listen to you. She's been trying to help.

- But she's OK?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'd say...

she's been pretty effective.

She got you some of your money back.

- Emma did this?

Not bad.

But I changed my mind.

I'm not gonna need your help after all.

- A little late for that.

- Rivera?

- He got away.

I can go after him.

- Ah, forget it.

I'm moving on.

- The thing to pick up...

- I'll get it myself.

- From one of them.

You know, my dad, he always loved to talk about you.

He said your father never stopped hoping you'd come back,

take over the business.

He said you're the angriest person he ever met.

- Not anymore.

(Sighing)

(Sighing)

- Mom?

I have some good news!

(Gasping)

(Breathing shakily)

- This is your dad.

- Stepdad.

- Emma, is that you?

- This is your real mom, right?

Your biological mother?

- Yes.

- Emma? Are you OK?

(Screaming)

(Crying)

- Please...

- Let's talk in the kitchen.

(Crying)

(Breathing heavily)

(Sara crying)

(Crying)

(Sniffling)

We heard that your grandmother has some money hidden.

Where is it?

- I don't know.

- I'm gonna blow a hole in your mom's face next.

- (Whispering): If you were listening,

you know she didn't tell me anything.

- What?

- If there's anything, I'll get it for you.

I'll go see her.

I had over $10,000.

- $10,000?

(Sighing)

We're gonna need a lot more than that.

- From management.

- How lovely.

These flowers make up for beating my husband to death.

- I didn't touch your husband.

- It was you who fixed his feet up, wasn't it?

Thank you for that.

(Knocking on door)

- It seems you have a visitor.

- OK, turn off here.

- I'm glad you called me.

This is nuts.

What did the G say?

- She said she didn't care,

to take whatever was there and make sure my mom is OK.

- If you get your mom back,

bring her to this place and wait for me.

You're very brave, Emma.

- I'm not.

I tried to be ruthless, but...

it made me sick.

- You get used to it.

- It's not me.

I can't stop shaking.

- You're loyal.

You're smart.

You're kind.

Sometimes, I wish I was more like you.

Please be careful.

You're the only real family that I have left.

- She never trusted banks.

I guess she was right about that too.

She said it's just money.

You can always get more of it.

- Easy for her to say.

- I guess.

- There's been a setback.

But I'm going anyway. Will you come with me?

- You can't go now.

Without money.

- What do you mean, Joseph?

- This should be it.

I have shovels in the back.

- I don't think we'll need them.

Come on.

OK...

(Grunting)

- Easy as pie, huh?

OK.

Holy shit!

What did you say your grandmother did again?

- She's not my real grandmother.

And I have no fucking idea.

- OK.

- Wait.

(Grunting)

- Listen, I know you're afraid, OK?

But, uh, those guys who...

tied up your mom,

they have no fucking clue what's out here.

All right?

I'm gonna go give them this one bag.

And then you and I can come back for the rest of them.

You won't have to do anything else.

- It's the G's.

- But she already said you could take it.

We'll be free. We could do whatever we want.

- I can't.

- We'll talk about it later.

First thing we need to do is make sure your mom is all right.

OK? - Yeah.

- OK.

(Vehicle approaching)

(Car door opening)

- I hope Rivera will keep an eye on people here.

He came to me with some men I haven't seen before,

asking questions.

He was very aggressive.

I told him you still had money.

I'm s-sorry.

I told them to follow anyone who visits you.

They'll take your money,

but I can still take care of you here.

I'm not like you, Ann.

These are bad men.

Normal people, we get afraid.

I was afraid.

- Yeah.

- I care about you, Ann. Please stay.

You have no chance out there on your own.

- I thought you were lying when you said that your grandmother

had friends that I didn't know about.

- I was.

- A clan of criminals down in Texas,

a whole family of murdering thugs.

And now she's up here,

killing people, threatening my family.

Meanwhile, you guys kidnap her parents,

implicating us.

- I'll have to talk to Ralph about that too.

- And you...

I thought you and I had a deal.

- I just want my grandmother back.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Rivera.

I'm sorry.

- It's a mess.

- It was Ralph's idea.

(Screaming)

- Great last words.

- We do have a deal.

- Grab her.

(Vomiting)

Fuck me.

(Footsteps)

- We do something special...

(Breathing heavily)

...for people like you.

- Where is she?

- Because of you, I have to walk around with armed guards now.

Your people come again...

I'm gonna be ready.

- You can let me go. No one else is coming.

I'll give you the money.

- I already have it.

- Where's Emma?

- I shot her.

(Sighing)

I...

filed your death certificate.

When you...

wake up under the sand...

just remember who put you there.

♪ ♪ ♪

- I should just get out of this town.

We should leave together.

Right? Fuck this place.

- We should.

- Where are we gonna go?

- Buffalo.

- Buffalo?

- I have two daughters there.

They hate me.

Haven't spoken to me in years.

(♪ Ann humming ♪)

I used to take my grandson to his music lesson.

Every week, he would play

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star for me.

They're my family.

And I will do whatever it takes.

I will get down on my fucking knees

and beg them to forgive me.

(Breathing heavily)

(Gasping, breathing heavily)

- It's OK.

It's OK.

I've been waiting for you.

- Uh...

Where is he?

- I hit him.

- Good for you.

(Sighing)

Ah...

- Take it slow.

He's in the closet.

- Do you have one of your guns with you?

- I don't have any bullets.

(Sighing)

Where'd you get that? - A friend.

- Do you know how to use it?

Oh, Jesus.

I know him. He's a sociopath.

- Wait here, Joseph.

Help me!

I'm an old woman.

Joseph, I need you to get Rivera and bring him here.

Use a gurney. Go!

(Door opening, closing)

Put these on him.

Then in the trunk.

Pull him out and take off his shoes and socks.

(Door creaking)

(Grunting)

(Moaning)

- What do we do now?

- Turn him over.

- Mmm.

(Talking, indistinct)

- What's saying?

- He's telling us he has a family.

(Talking, indistinct)

Do you remember my husband?

(Talking, indistinct)

It's cold, but he may last a day out here.

(Screaming)

Maybe a little less.

(Screaming, groaning)

(Screaming, crying)

- Was your money there?

(Sighing)

Have you forgiven me?

- Yes, Joseph, I fucking forgive you.

Wait here.

Oh!

(Crying)

I thought you were dead.

(Sniffling)

(Sighing)

I forgive you, Joseph.

But you almost cost me my granddaughter.

I can't take you with me.

- Ann...

- I left some money for you in the room.

(Engine starting)

- Where are we gonna go?

- Buffalo.

♪♪ When the morning sun comes peeping ♪

♪ Over the mountain ♪

♪ And nature's melody begins to play ♪

♪ I wonder how the song ♪

♪ That seems to be so short and sweet ♪

♪ Could be as good again another day ♪

♪ Oh, I loved you with a passion hot as summer ♪

♪ And I picture when you were as fresh as spring ♪

♪ I held you when the autumn wind ♪

♪ Blew in the winter cold ♪

♪ And warmed you till the meadow turned to green ♪

♪ Now the evening sun is sinking, moving homeward ♪

♪ As I bid another peaceful day goodbye ♪

♪ Our home is on the south side of an old hill country town ♪

♪ Nestled here beneath the Texas sky ♪

♪ And when you touch my hand, I know that you still love me ♪

♪ And I know you know I'll always feel the same ♪

♪ Till every season's day has come and gone ♪

♪ And come and gone ♪

♪ And come and gone and come and gone again ♪♪