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(exciting music)

(tense dramatic music)

- [Man Voiceover] There is no greater study

than the study of the self,

knowing who we are and what we are,

knowing our strength and our weaknesses,

knowing what we can do and what we cannot do.

Through this concept,

you will develop muscles physically and mentally

and spiritually,

so that we may have an awareness of our being.

Let us strive to understand

the seven levels of consciousness.

The seven levels of above

and the seven levels of below.

In order to understand the nature of us,

we must first understand the features of ourself.

Revelation of the self is the key

that will harmonize us with nature

and anoint us with peace.

The riches of life, wisdom and knowledge and understanding.

Remember those words, my son, never forget them.

I love you.

(gentle solemn instrumental music)

(exciting tense music)

(eerie ambient music)

- [Man] Fucker, hey, help me get this motherfucker up.

I'm gonna rip him apart.

(gun bang)

(clock ticks)

- You're always fuckin' late.

- You noticed I'm fuckin' here finally.

For five minutes, you're on that phone.

- Yeah, checkin' out daily blogs and routine checks.

- You know what I'm checkin' out on a daily basis?

- What?

- The angelic pussy that comes to visit me, my girlfriend.

- Oh, the angelic pussy, ahh.

- Yeah, I mean, she got me on lock, but it's worth it,

because it tastes good.

It's heavenly pussy, this angelic cunt

that happens to visit my dick,

and the only thing that you visit is the gay porn stash

in that shitty little apartment that you have.

- Oh, that's totally understandable.

At least I'm single and free.

- Yeah, free to watch your gay porn.

- Fuck you.

- Now do you wanna play fuckin' football,

or do you wanna talk shit?

- Well, we can do both.

- Okay.

I need to get beat up by FBI.

(laughing)

Seriously, get your ass back there.

- Oh, really?

- [Man On Left] Here we go, here we go.

(laughing)

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- John!

- [Man On Left] Come on, asshole, catch that.

- Ah, hell no!

- No skill, no skill, that's what it takes to be FBI?

FBI agent, huh?

Bro, you suck.

- Game set, bitch.

- Gotta be good at somethin', motherfucker.

- That's what she said.

- So what are you good at?

- Oh, really?

I'm good at a lot of things.

- Not good at lyin'.

- That is true.

- Tell me what happened, man.

- What are you talkin' about?

- What's wrong with your fucking face?

You gonna hide shit from me?

- Nah, bro, it's a long story.

- I got time, man, I got time.

- It happened last week.

Shit went down, and I had to do what I gotta do.

(heart beating)

(tense eerie ambient music)

(groans) (thuds)

(tense exciting music) (groans)

- Come on, let's do some fighting.

(groans) (tense exciting music)

- It's all about survival.

It's all about adapting.

- That's heavy, man.

- You know?

- Honestly, I need a little danger in my life.

I talk a lot of shit, but if you could help me with, like,

some survival skills or something,

maybe it could be like one step forward

to getting in with you, still got the plug?

- Well, I do have this one connect.

Her name is Stacey Adler.

(slow solemn music)

- Hey, Conroy, yes, yeah.

I'm at that spot.

All right, all right, I see you, bro.

Thanks.

Nice to meet you, I'm John.

- Hi, Conroy.

So, you ready to do this or what?

- Fuck yeah, man, what else would I be doin' here?

- All right, well.

- Where do you wanna do it?

- Right here.

- Right here?

- Right here.

- All right.

- You wanna stretch out?

- I feel stupid with people around.

- Don't worry about people, don't worry about that.

Right, you're here to learn how to survive, all right?

- All right.

- All right.

- Yeah. - So let's stretch out, man.

- Special, like Miyagi stretchin' or just like--

- Don't be a smartass.

Just stretch, arm over arm, stretch.

Back.

Spread your legs.

- [John] What the fuck kind of class is this?

- Spread your legs, let's go.

- All right, all right. - You're paying me good money

to teach you, I'm gonna teach you.

- [John] Okay.

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- The knife is one of the most deadliest weapons

in the world.

It can be made out of practically anything:

plastic, wood, even fashioned from a rock.

It's main purpose is for surviving at any cost,

but also can feed you, keep you warm and dry.

It has been known as one of the oldest weapons to man.

Come on in.

Living room's on the right.

Have a seat.

I'll get you that waiver form for your girlfriend,

all right?

- All right.

- All right, give me a couple minutes.

All right.

There ya go.

Just a waiver for your girl.

I protect myself at all time, precaution.

You know what I mean?

- I protect myself, too.

I don't need that bitch gettin' pregnant on me.

- (laughs) Yeah, well, you know,

just to be on the safe side.

You signed yours already.

- Yeah, yeah.

- She has to sign hers.

- All right, dude, thank you.

I think she's gonna love it, man.

- I hope so, I hope so.

- Yeah, but, like, how'd you get into all this stuff, man?

- My father started trainin' me

when I was about five years old, marital arts.

And I saw that he was, you know, doin' really good

with survivals, to train people how to survive in the woods

and stuff like that, so, you know,

it paid off for me to follow my father's footsteps.

God rest his soul.

The other thing was helpin' people.

I teach people how to survive

and how to protect themselves at any cost.

You know, my father showed me a lot of things,

but there's one thing that he showed me

that I won't ever show you or anybody.

It's for me to know and only me.

But I will show you how to kill somebody in under a minute.

- [John] Is that why you do the knife thing?

- Yeah.

(slow solemn music)

- Hey, babe.

Yes, I'm ready.

Are you far?

Oh, okay, cool,

No, I'm excited.

I'm wearing your favorite shirt.

All right, yeah, just call me when you're outside.

I'm ready, I'm ready, I swear.

Okay, I love you, too, bye.

- You're still talking to John?

Why?

I don't like John, okay?

I don't like (speaks foreign language).

- I like John.

- Yes, but I don't like him.

I think he's not good for you, okay?

Why you don't like go out with Hispanic boy?

I am from Dominican Republic.

Your father is from Puerto Rico.

- Dad's not that great, Mom.

- Don't go, don't go, never.

Come on here.

- [Daughter] Mom, get over it.

- Come here, young lady.

Hello?

- Hey, babe.

Yeah, man, she just pissed me off.

Are you here?

Okay, I see you.

How are you?

- Awesome.

You ready?

- [Woman] I guess.

- Look.

All the kids are doin' it.

It's for you.

- Thanks.

- See how much I love you?

- She's still going out with him.

Okay.

I have to do something.

Oh fuck him.

I have to do something very soon.

- Babe, if I fuck this up, just let me know.

- All right. - Sometimes the GPS,

they send you the wrong way, all right?

- [GPS] Continue on West Field Avenue East for two miles.

- [Woman] I'm ready.

- Got it?

- [Woman] You're doin' good so far.

- Thank you.

So what took you so long?

- [Woman] My mom, we got into an argument.

- My best friend.

- [Woman] Yeah, she's, um, you know how she feels about you.

- Is she ever gonna get over that?

Two years now, two years and, I don't know.

- Hispanic, she'll never get over it.

- [John] Okay, stubborn like you.

- Shut up.

- It's all right.

- [GPS] Continue on Garden State Parkway,

north for four miles.

- [John] All right, babe, don't let me fuck this up.

- Don't fuck it up, don't get lost.

- [John] I could fuck up a cup of coffee.

That's why you're sittin' here, also 'cause

you look good. - I'm not lying.

- You should see my ex-girlfriend, she's so ugly.

Where have you been all my life?

- A little town in Iowa.

- Well, you're here now and that's all that matters.

- You're so sweet.

Since you're being so open and romantic with me,

I'm gonna let you do whatever you want.

- Are you sure, that's, uh,

that's a lot to guarantee a guy with a mind like mine.

- Anything for you.

- Even if I said I wanted that backside?

Would that be open to me?

- Yeah, and just so you know,

you don't have to talk up to me.

I love anal.

- That was the most romantic thing

I've ever heard from a woman.

I got rid of all those Instagram pictures.

I don't know how you saw her.

- I have my ways.

Spanish, come on.

- That's true, you're like an investigator.

So if I learn how to speak Spanish, that would be cool?

- [Woman] I mean, it might help, who knows?

- Well, I need to just watch that show,

that Spanish Judge Judy,

if I watch that. - Yeah,

that'll help you with it.

- I heard a friend of yours was on that show.

- [Woman] Yeah.

- Yeah, see, I always thought that was real shit,

but apparently it's scripted.

You learn something new every day.

Now, if I could have that conversation with your mom,

it might win her over.

- [Woman] Maybe, but she is a tough ass, so.

- Is that where you get it from?

- [Woman] Mmm.

- Okay, I respect that.

How far?

- [Woman] Little more further up,

then you wanna go to your right.

- Okay.

You ready for this trip?

- I guess, I mean.

- [John] Are you excited?

- Not really.

- [John] At least you're honest.

I think it's an important thing.

- What's so important about

survival? - Survival?

- I mean, I don't know,

I don't think we're really gonna need it.

- You never know. - I don't understand

when we're gonna need this.

- [John] Well, we go to malls all the time because of you.

Let's try something for me.

- People need to go to malls.

- [John] No, you don't need to.

Fashion is an option, fashion is not a

life necessity. - It's a necessity.

It's totally a necessity.

I don't know who told you different.

- [John] Well, you have that shirt in every color

of the fuckin' rainbow, now you have a yellow one.

You know, that's not

a necessity. - It matches

my complexion well.

- [John] That's not a necessity.

I wear five-dollar t-shirt, you wear, I don't know

how much you pay for that. - Well, that's you.

- [John] I don't even wanna know.

- Whatever.

- [John] My point is survival training

is a huge necessity.

You never know. - In two miles,

use the right two lanes to exit 142B for I78 West

towards Springfield.

- [John] You know, I wish this bitch sounded like you,

'cause then I would listen to her.

She sounds like some stuck up white bitch.

I would want your voice tellin' me what to do,

'cause I think it's hot when you boss me around,

a little bit.

- Yeah, probably a little bit. - Little bit, little bit,

not too much, I mean, I'm still a man.

(tense rhythmic music)

- (sighs) These fucking people, man.

Aye yai yai.

(tense rhythmic music)

Johnny boy.

- Hey, what's up?

- I told you to meet me

on the other side of the reservation, man.

- I told you we had to go to the other side.

See, it's her fault.

I'm just messin' with you. - How you doing'?

I'm Conroy Jenkins. - Marissa.

- I'll be your survivalist for today.

- Great.

- Okay, you guys ready to survive?

- Almost, but I gotta do one thing.

Just excuse me for a second.

- What do you wanna do?

- I gotta mark our love forever.

- [Marissa] Aww.

- Come one, two years,

we gotta document this. - Are you fuckin' serious?

- Just a minute, man, just a minute.

- Are you fuckin' serious?

- Just a minute. - Just give him a minute.

- [Conroy] It's your dime, my time.

- All right, I got this, I got this.

Okay, this is a big heart.

- [Marissa] Is that a heart?

- [John] I told you, I have a hard-on for ya, baby.

- It looks like teardrop, babe.

- [John] A teardrop, nah, not like your uncle's tattoo.

I don't wanna know why he's got that.

J and M and that means John loves Marissa forever.

- Aww.

- Like it?

- Yes.

- Good.

Okay, okay.

- [Conroy] Okay, so now you ready?

- [John] I'm ready to survive now.

- You ready to survive?

- [John] I will survive, let's do it.

- All right.

- Yeah, I mean, we might as well, we're already here.

- [John] We're here, we're here.

All right, I mean, you lead the way.

- Yeah, would you guys like water or anything?

- [John] No, man.

- No? - I'm okay.

- You're good?

- I think she's got some vodka with her.

- No drinking on the job.

- [Marissa] Got my stash.

- [Conroy] Not right now.

- [John] No, okay.

All right, here we go.

- You guys gotta take this shit serious.

- Oh my god.

- Having fun?

- Yeah, I guess.

- You can't even pretend that you're having fun.

- I feel like this is just such a waste of money.

- It's my money, don't worry about it.

- Hey, guys, do me a favor,

just stay away from that terrain right there.

It's faulty.

- Wait, wait, wait.

- It's faulty.

We have to be careful. - Yeah, it's faulty, just,

trust me, listen to me.

- No, dude, this is as sturdy as it

could be, man. - Pretty sturdy to me,

you know what I mean?

- Yeah, I think you're right.

This might've been a waste of money.

- [Marissa] It's pretty firm.

- It's pretty firm, you know how firm it was?

Firmer than the first time I saw your ass.

See, you're having fun now.

Now you're having fun. (rumbling)

(Marissa screams)

(rumbling) Marissa!

What the fuck!

Marissa!

(rumbling)

Marissa!

(rumbling)

Marissa! (Marissa screams)

(groans)

(slow solemn ambient music)

- Baby, I wish I could call you right now.

Call you collect from heaven.

You can't do that shit.

Can't do it.

(slow solemn ambient music)

Can't do it.

(slow solemn ambient music)

They told me I drink too much.

Now I can't stop.

(solemn ambient music)

I brought you here.

Yeah.

You let me touch your pussy for the first time.

- Just touch it.

No one's around.

(gentle instrumental music)

Come here, come closer.

(solemn music)

- We were right here.

We were right here.

Fuck.

This is our spot, babe.

It's my fucking spot.

(solemn dark ambient music)

Girl, I miss you.

I fuckin' miss you.

My life is shit now.

My fuckin' life is shit now.

(solemn dark ambient music)

I fuck everything up! (clanging)

(dog barks)

I fucked everything up.

(dark ambient music)

(footsteps tap)

You don't fuckin' scare me.

(chuckles)

You don't fucking scare me.

I've been to hell.

I lost my fucking baby.

I don't give a fuck!

Do your worst.

(chuckles)

(dark ambient music)

Do your fuckin' worst. (glass shatters)

Pull the fuckin' trigger.

(gun bangs)

(dark rhythmic music)

- Hey, honey.

- Don't touch me.

- What the fuck is wrong with you?

- You don't know?

My daughter is dead now, because of you, motherfucker.

- Because of me?

- You never pay attention to her,

because you only care about fucking money.

- I'm sorry I'm trying to work

so I could give you a fucking future.

- Please, shut up.

We never getting back together,

because you are a fucking piece of shit.

- Come on. - Motherfucker.

Motherfucker (speaks foreign language).

(tense rhythmic music) (crying)

God help me (crying).

(slow tense music)

(somber instrumental music)

- I'm so sorry, honey.

I should've been there.

I know I was a shitty father, I was never there for you,

but I always provided for you, because I love you.

And all this shit they did to you,

they're all gonna pay, I promise you that.

They're gonna pay.

They're all gonna die within the next couple of days.

I'm gonna kill 'em all.

I will kill 'em all.

All of 'em, they will be dead.

I promise.

I love you.

(somber instrumental music)

(washer rumbles)

- Ah, man.

It's takin' forever, dog.

(phone rings) Come on now, man.

(washer drowns out speaker) Oh boy.

What's up, brother-in-law?

Or should I say future brother-in-law?

- [Man On Phone] Hey, brother-in-law, what's up?

What's goin' on man, how you?

- Yeah, just washing clothes here in the basement.

You know, you just got me, (washer drowns out speaker).

- [Man On Phone] You know how it is,

everybody wants a slice.

- So we on for tonight?

- [Man On Phone] Hey, I'd like to hang out tonight,

but I need to see you tomorrow,

because I gotta keep my stamina up

because I'm messin' with a big girl.

- That is a crazy ass thing, bro, I'm tellin' ya.

All right, tomorrow night then.

- [Man On Phone] Definitely tomorrow night.

- All right.

- [Man On Phone] Anyway, send my love to my sister.

- I'll let her know.

- [Man On Phone] All right, no problem, take it easy.

- All right, dog, be safe, man.

- [Man On Phone] All right, peace.

- All right, bro.

Aye yai yai, welcome to the family.

Boy oh boy.

This is takin' forever, dog.

Fuck.

(sighs)

(tense rhythmic music)

(groaning)

- Fuck.

(tense rhythmic music)

Shit, fuck.

(tense rhythmic music)

(groans)

(tense rhythmic music)

(groans)

(tense rhythmic music)

(phone rings)

- All right, hold on, I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin'.

Hello?

- Hi, baby.

- Hey, baby.

- [Woman] Don't tell me you're just waking up.

- Nah, nah, I was just cleanin' the house.

I wasn't sleepin'.

I was cleanin' the house,

tryin' to get everything ready for tonight.

(tense rhythmic music) (busy signal beeps)

- Why they fuck you not answering?

(tense rhythmic music) (busy signal beeps)

(crackling) (groans)

- John Ola, motherfucker. - Ah, no!

- No!

(groans) (tense rhythmic music)

(busy signal beeps) (groaning)

- Well, I have some good news for you.

The FBI approved your program.

- Are you fucking serious?

- Oh, I'm $9,000 serious.

- Yes.

Oh my god, when, I mean, when do I start?

- Oh, I actually just left them.

They're gonna meet you in your training area

in the park at 5pm.

We'll celebrate.

- Hell yeah we're gonna celebrate tonight.

- I love you.

- I love you too.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

(chuckles)

Totally my fault.

- Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

I can't believe I got this job.

Pop, I know you're always watching over me,

but please, please, have my back today.

Everything that you poured into me,

all the knowledge you've given me,

everything you've taught me,

it all goes to work today.

This is a very important day for me.

Please, have my back in every which way possible.

I know you're always watching over me,

but please have my back.

I miss you, Pop.

I love you.

- Good. - Are you sure?

- Yeah, look.

- Oh, man, are you sure?

- All good.

- Yeah?

Oh, you feelin' like a little dizzy, yeah?

- Yeah. - Oh.

- I'm not feeling good. - Must've been the ketamine

I put in your thing.

Oh, come on.

(tense rhythmic music)

- What happened?

- Hey, welcome back.

How are you?

- What do you want?

- I don't want you.

I want your boyfriend, and you're gonna help me.

- Why are you doing this?

- Your boyfriend killed my daughter,

and I'm gonna kill him.

- Please, please just let me go.

- No, you're gonna be the pawn on this fucking game,

and I'm gonna kill him, and if you do what I say,

you won't get hurt.

So do what I said, shut the fuck up.

(crying)

Bishop, it's Santos.

Where are you?

(helicopter whirs)

- [Bishop] I'll be at the location in 10 minutes.

- [Santos] Okay, wait for me, I'll be there in 20 minutes.

(crying)

Wait for me, I said.

- [Bishop] I'm leavin' in 15.

- [Santos] You're the bishop, I'm the king.

You'll wait for me, or you're gonna get it too.

(crying)

(tense rhythmic music)

- All right, the job's gonna be done.

(tense rhythmic music)

I'd say it's that rascal out there.

(tense music)

(crunching)

It's what you get, bomboclaat.

Nah, nah, nah, nah.

You just keep that pussy warm.

I'm-a fuck that shit tonight.

You know me, baby.

I'm the milkman, I always deliver.

I'm-a fuck that shit up tonight, yeah.

Nah, nah, nah, you know I'm goin' in there raw.

I don't fucking care if you get pregnant.

I ain't payin' for no kids.

Fuck that shit, I'll see you tonight.

Who the fuck's texting me now.

Santos.

20K.

Bomboclaat.

This nigger know I don't work less than 50K.

Yeah, you damn right I know how to reach you.

Pussyclaat.

Fucking prick.

Cheapo arrogant bastard.

- Fucking motherfucker.

- [Woman] Connie's gonna save me.

- Connie?

What kind of fucking name is that for a man?

- [Woman] He's gonna kill you.

- Oh, he's gonna kill me, oh?

Do you know who I am?

Do you know how much money I have?

You know all the resources I have?

He's nobody.

And shut the fuck up, you sound like my ex-wife, god.

- [Woman] She's smart for leaving you.

- Oh, she's smart for leaving me?

Why is she so smart?

- [Woman] You probably couldn't satisfy her.

- Oh, you got jokes, don't ya?

- [Woman] Fuck you!

(fleshy thuds) - Bitch!

Motherfucking bitch! (crying)

(fleshy thuds) (crying)

You don't know when to fucking shut up.

(crying) (fleshy thuds)

Fucking gonna kill this fucking guy Conroy.

Conroy, whatever his fucking name is.

Kill him, his crew, his fucking family.

Bishop get it together, because if he doesn't,

I'm gonna kill him and his crew.

Fuckers, they gonna pay.

They gonna fucking pay.

Gonna fucking kill 'em.

Fucking kill 'em.

Fuckin' kill 'em, motherfucker.

(tense rhythmic music)

20,000 each to the offshore account.

Now, this guy is no slouch.

He's a martial artist.

- [Man] Martial artist?

- [Santos] Martial artist, he's good.

This guy is a survivalist.

He trains people.

I will text you all the information.

I want this done in 24 hours.

- Yo, is that him right there?

- I think so.

- About damn time.

How fucking long have we been out here?

- Ah, 15 minutes.

What are you cryin' about? - 15 minutes?

- What are you cryin' about? - Get the fuck out, crying?

- [Man] Yeah, what are you

crying about? - Dude, don't say that.

I'm not fucking crying, all right?

Don't start that shit again.

- Relax, dude. - You gotta relax.

Just stop. - Just relax.

- You both tellin' me to relax?

- Yeah. - I'm not gonna relax.

I'm gonna say whatever the fuck I wanna say.

How 'bout that? - Calm down.

Just relax. - Calm down?

You calm down. - Yes, calm down.

My ears are sayin' whoo-sah.

- Woo-sah? - Yeah.

- [Man] What the fuck does that mean, man?

- That means calm down.

Woo-sah. - In what language woo-sah?

- You slow your roll. - Let's not talk to him

like that. - All right?

Yeah, why not, what you gonna do?

What you gonna do? - Woo-sah.

- Yeah, okay, listen, I think you forget we're all here

for the same damn reason.

- Let's fuckin' do this shit. - Let's calm down

and relax, okay?

- [Man] Yeah, I want this fucking training already.

- All right then. - That's it, I'm done.

- Just stop complaining. - I want my certification.

Let's get this shit over with.

- [Man] Woo-sah.

- All right, ladies and gentlemen, sorry I'm late.

My name is Conroy Jenkins.

I will be your instructor for today.

And you are?

- Agent Ramsey, sir.

- [Conroy] Nice to meet you.

- I'm Agent Burgos.

- [Conroy] Burgos, I heard you down the block.

- Mm-hmm.

- [Conroy] Yeah, stay in your lane.

- Agent Lacey, sir.

- [Conroy] Lacey, nice to meet you.

Just relax, you look a little nervous, Lacey.

- Yes, sir.

- [Conroy] All right, we are here today

to study how to kill a person in under a minute.

Do you believe you can kill a person in under a minute?

- [Group] Yes, sir.

(phone rings) - Oh, well look at this.

Nick of time.

What's up, brother?

- Philly, what's goin' on, bro?

- Just had a little daily exercise, nothin' new.

What's goin' on?

- (chuckles) You always keepin' busy.

That's what it is, my dude.

- What do you have?

- 20,000 offshore accounts, you down?

- What's the occasion?

- I don't talk about that over the phone.

I'll text you the details.

You already know how I do.

This guy's a badass, you know what I'm sayin'?

- Listen, I want the biggest, nastiest, slutiest.

- Yo, jungle-fever-havin' ass.

(laughing)

You sure you can handle all that booty?

I got you, bro, you already know.

Just get your ass down here, handle the business,

then we can go take care of the pleasure.

- Later.

- The body has choke points.

Okay, you got one choke point, two choke point,

three, four, five, six,

in the middle, seven, eight,

nine, 10, okay?

Now, these are all places you can kill somebody.

Understood?

- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.

- Stabbing and you twist the knife,

that's where all your feces is at.

- Yes, sir.

- There's shit in your body.

Once you twist and cut into that, it's all poison.

What it will do is infect your bloodstream,

and you will die slowly and painfully, understood?

- [Group] Yes, sir.

- You're gonna learn four basic techniques

that will save your life, understood?

- [Group] Yes, sir.

- It goes like this.

It goes one, two, three, four, understood?

- Yes, sir.

- One more time, one, two, three, four, understood?

- Yes, sir.

- [Conroy] Understood, Ramsey?

- Yes, sir.

- All right, show me, one, two, three, four.

Again, one, two, three, four.

Lacey, try it.

- One, two, three, four.

- Good, but remember my chin is here, not here, okay?

- Yes, sir.

- Relax, don't be so nervous.

- Yes, sir.

- All right, show me.

- One, two, three, four.

- Good.

One more time, Burgos.

- One, two, three, four.

- Good.

Steps in and swings, right, I'm coming here.

Hands always up, you cut in the inside of the thigh,

and then when you're cutting into the thigh,

you're coming up into the scrotum,

you're twisting and pulling.

You're cutting the scrotum, or his ball sack, off.

You're body's like a cross,

all the main blood vessels here, there,

which is here, down, into two legs, okay?

You cut here, here, remember I said one, two, three, four?

Okay, you come here, one, two, boom, understood?

- [Group] Yes, sir.

- I'm doin' this for Ramsey, 'cause she's a female.

One, two, three, back.

Good.

Ramsey, one, two, three, there you go.

One, two, three, four.

On my mark

you will move to each number I say, understood?

- [Group] Yes, sir.

- One,

two,

three, four.

Show me, one,

two, three, four, back.

You think you could kill somebody in under a minute?

- Absolutely, sir.

- [Conroy] What about you, Bergos?

- Definitely, sir.

- [Conroy] Lacey, how do you feel?

You think you could kill somebody in under a minute?

- Yes, sir.

- Give yourselves a round of applause.

Let's go, all right.

I'm gonna take the knives back.

All right, I'm gonna go use the restroom real quick.

When I come back, you guys did good today,

we're gonna go back to my house,

I'm gonna cook you guys dinner,

and we're gonna relax and get to know one another, okay?

- [Group] Yes, sir.

(tense rhythmic music)

(groaning) (tense rhythmic music)

- What the fuck you want, huh?

- You just had to do that, didn't you?

You have no idea what you just fucking did.

(groans)

- [Conroy] Get up. (man laughs)

- You just pissed me the fuck off.

(tense rhythmic music) (man groans)

(crackling)

- Motherfucker, man.

- That's how I am, if you don't like it, too bad, I'm sorry.

- All right, wait, hold on. - I try my best.

- Pause, that's how you are being rude, or that's how

you are loud? - First of all,

I'm not rude. - Yeah, you are.

- Okay, half the time. - You're being just

a little bit. - I'm talkin' to him.

- You was cussin'. - No, no, no.

- You was cussin'. - Half the time,

I'm talkin' to him. - You need to learn

the whole woo-sah. - Woo-sah.

- Can you stop with the fuckin'

woo-sah? - Woo-say.

- Are you gonna stop with the cussin', okay, please?

- I'm fuckin', don't touch, don't touch me.

Stay in your lane, girl.

- Stop cussin'.

- All right, listen, guys, we gotta go, all right?

- What?

- We gotta go. - Why, what happened?

- What's going on?

- Somebody just tried to jump me in the bathrooms just now.

- [Group] What?

- Let's go kill that motherfucker.

- He learned it the hard way, okay, he's dead wrong.

Understand what I'm saying to you?

- Oh shit. - Yes, sir.

- All right. - Where's your car at?

- Right down there.

- Yous all came together?

- Yeah. - Yes, sir.

- All right, let's get the fuck outta here,

let's go. - All right, let's fuckin' go.

- [Conroy] Let's go.

(tense rhythmic music)

- Mr. Conroy Jenkins, my name is Santos.

You and I, we're gonna play a game, otherwise,

you'll never see your girlfriend alive ever again.

You gonna pay, and you're gonna die,

and I'm coming for you.

(tense rhythmic music)

- [Conroy] Ramsey, you okay?

- What, what?

- [Conroy] Are you okay?

What's the matter?

- I'm sorry, but I can't do this.

- Can't do what?

- Burgos, I cannot risk my life, do you understand?

I value my life far too much, okay?

- Wait, time out, what the fuck are you talkin' about?

We just trained to kill people in under a minute.

What the fuck, you can't, you value life too much?

What does that mean?

- No, you don't get it.

- [Conroy] Ramsey, I understand, listen,

I respect your wishes, I totally understand.

You don't have to be a part of this, okay?

- What?

You're part of the team.

What the fuck are you

talkin' about? - I really am sorry.

- Are you kidding me?

What the fuck was that about?

How is she just bailin' on us?

What the fuck, man? - Burgos, let it go.

Let it go.

- Let it go? - Listen, do--

- You don't think that shit is weird?

- [Conroy] What the fuck,

don't you remember what just happened in the park?

- Yeah, but now that's

weird too. - Okay, we gotta go.

- You don't think that shit is weird?

- We gotta go. - Come on, man.

- [Conroy] Listen, this sick fuck wants to play a game.

Now we gotta go back to where it all began.

This guy blames me for his daughter's death, man.

Listen, guys, be careful, he has my girl.

Nobody play hero.

- We have a contract.

We gotta take out a survivalist named Conroy.

Crow, please handle my brother.

- What you mean handle your brother?

I'm a grown-ass man, sis.

- Listen, you're my baby brother and I love you,

but if you fuck this shit up. - Nah, I go this.

- You're gone and so is your whore, you understand me?

- Excuse me? - Nah, chill, don't talk

to her that way, I got this.

- Get your weapons and go, it's five grand, go.

- Come on, come on, babe, let's just go.

- Paloma.

- Yes?

- Can I ask you a question?

- Sure, baby.

- The job, you said it was 5,000 a piece.

- That's right, five grand.

- 5,000?

- Yes, 5,000.

- It was 20,000, you lying bitch.

(crackling)

- What the fuck is goin' on over here?

Why the fuck did I sign up for this shit?

I don't know why I get all into this shit.

Where the fuck are these guys?

I get myself killed out here.

It's like Blair Witch in this motherfucker.

What the fuck?

Where the fuck am I?

I was doing some training,

and now I'm in the fucking middle of the woods.

I gotta stop doin' this shit,

signing up for shit like this.

I don't know these motherfuckers.

Fuck.

Fuck, man.

(tense rhythmic music)

- Don't move!

(tense rhythmic music)

- You think you can take me out?

(tense rhythmic music)

- What's up, motherfucker, what's up?

Bring it on.

(tense rhythmic music)

Sorry, sir, I tried.

I tried, sir.

- I told him, the bigger they are,

the harder they fall. (crackling)

- Oh yeah?

You're gonna pay for that, motherfucker.

- Think so?

(tense rhythmic music)

(groans)

(tense rhythmic music)

(knife swooshes)

- Die, motherfucker.

(tense rhythmic music)

- You all are gonna die.

Every one of you is going to pay.

- Yo, I'm from New York, I don't play this shit.

Out in the woods out here, what the fuck is this, man?

It's like Texas Chainsaw Massacre up in this bitch.

I did not sign up for this shit.

(tense rhythmic music)

- You're all gonna die. - Don't move.

- You're all gonna pay.

(tense rhythmic music)

(gun bangs)

- Yo, that fuckin' bitch is crazy.

Fuckin' shootin' at me with a shotgun.

- Fuck you. (gun bangs)

- She don't know who the fuck she messin' with.

I'm from the Bronx, bitch.

(gun bangs)

How you like that shit, bitch?

I fuckin' told you don't move.

You fuckin' little, bitch, you should've listened.

Don't fuckin' move, I told you don't fuckin' move,

and that's why your ass is shot.

(tense rhythmic music)

Fuck, I don't even know this bitch.

Who the fuck this bitch?

Fuck.

(tense rhythmic music)

Conroy, Conroy, where the fuck you at, man?

Yo, Conroy.

Lacey, where the fuck you at?

(tense rhythmic music)

(man laughs)

- [Conroy] What you want?

Who are you?

- Don't worry about that.

5,000, this is life.

- [Conroy] Come get it.

(swishing) (tense music)

(man laughs)

- Oh, okay.

You want a little challenge.

(coughs)

(crackling)

(man screaming)

(tense rhythmic music)

(phone rings)

- [Santos] Well, hey, Connie.

I see you're still in the game.

That's okay, I got one more card to play.

I need you to get to your apartment in one hour.

- [Conroy] If you lay one goddamn hand on her,

I'm gonna break every fuckin' bone in your goddamn body.

- I'm gonna put my dick up her ass and slit her throat.

(tense rhythmic music)

Why isn't anybody fucking answering the phone, dammit?

(tense rhythmic music)

What the fuck is wrong with these people?

Hey, welcome back.

You see what happens when you get to be a smartass?

Never be a smartass.

Nothing good's happening to you right now,

and your boyfriend?

He's on his way.

Nothing good's gonna happen to him either.

(tense rhythmic music)

Nobody's gonna kill me.

Shit.

(crying) (tense rhythmic music)

Fuck! (clattering)

(tense rhythmic music)

- This ends here and now.

(tense rhythmic music)

- Hey, the famous Connie.

What kind of fucking name is that

for a man? - It's an honorable one.

- Connie.

- Babe, you all right?

- Don't worry about her, she's okay, worry about me.

- This shit ends here and it ends now.

- And how's that?

- Come find out.

- Come find out?

What do you think you got, boy?

You think you're tough?

Huh?

(tense rhythmic music) (knife swooshes)

(thuds)

(crackling) (Santos yells)

(crackling)

- Connie.

- Fuck me, I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin'.

- Is he dead?

- Yeah, he's all broken up over the situation.

Come here, come here.

Oh god, oh my god, come, baby, we gotta get outta here.

We gotta get outta here, okay?

- Okay. - Come on.

Come on, I can't let you go outside.

You know what, I'm gonna get you some glasses, okay?

- All right.

- All right, I'll be right back.

Fucking asshole.

- Hey, it's Stacey.

I need a cleanup crew now over at Conroy's place.

Now!

(crying)

- Here you go, baby, put these on.

Can't let you go outside like that.

All right, we gotta get outta here.

- What about clothes?

- [Conroy] The clothes, don't worry about it.

We'll figure it out when we get there, okay?

All right? - Okay.

- All right, come on, come on.

- I love you.

- I love you too, come on.

Piece of shit.

(tense solemn music)

(gentle rhythmic music)

Come on, baby, come on.

Oh, close the door.

Come on, all right, okay.

It's over now.

I got a car waitin' around the corner.

We'll be all right.

All right? - Okay.

I love you.

- I love you too.

Come on, slow, slow, come on.

(gentle instrumental music)

Ah, what a fuckin' day.

- [Stacey] Let's not do it again.

- [Conroy] Damn right.

(gentle instrumental music)

- Damn it, Daddy.

Daddy, it's me, they're on to you.

Just call me back as soon as you get this.

Okay, I'm starting to worry.

Bye, I love you.

Fuck.

(gun clicks)

- I knew you were the fucking mole.

I knew that shit.

- I'm sorry but I can't do this.

- Can't do what?

- Burgos, I cannot risk my life, do you understand?

I value my life far too much, okay?

- Wait, time out, what the fuck are you talking about?

- Well, Burgos, where do we go from here?

- You're not goin' nowhere.

(gun bangs)

- What a fuckin' waste.

I like her purple hair.

Hello, this is Special Agent Armando Burgos.

I need a cleanup crew in about 10 minutes.

I'm in a parking lot, Pennyton and Amora.

(gentle instrumental music)

- Now it's my turn to play the games, motherfucker.

(engine rumbles) (fire swooshes)

(booming)

- Excuse me.

Are you Eric?

- Who wants to know?

- My name is Joswe', and I was told you can help me.

- Look, Jose.

- Joswe', my man, Joswe', all right?

- Whatever, papi.

Listen, primo, I don't know what bullshit lies

or some grapevine folks tell ya about any intels,

but I'll tell you this, I'm no snitch,

so do all of us a favor, and keep it movin'.

- That's not what I was told.

- What?

- I'm lookin' for Conroy Jenkins.

- I really don't know, and why is that?

- He killed my family.

He took everything from me,

and I'm gonna take everything from him.

- [Eric] Look, Jose.

- You heard me, motherfucker.

I'm-a kill him, kill his girl, kill his dog,

and eat his moms out.

- What you sayin', motherfucker?

(tense rhythmic music) (grunting)

Get up, motherfucker.

Come on, come on.

(tense rhythmic music)

(laughing)

- My turn.

(thudding)

(tense rhythmic music)

(thuds and grunts)

Phone now.

- Jacket pocket, jacket.

- Sit your ass down.

(tense rhythmic music)

(phone rings)

- What's up, Eric, what's up?

- This isn't who you think it is.

- Man, stop playin' games.

Put Eric on the phone, man.

- He's a little choked up at the moment.

(gasping) (tense music)

You don't know me, but I know you,

and I'm gonna take everything you love away from you.

You killed my family.

Now, the hunt is on.

(tense music)

(phone clatters)

- Fuck me.

Fuck me.

(solemn instrumental music)

(tense rhythmic music)

(soft solemn music)

- This is, aight.

Jose, aight, aight, aight, Joswe'.

What's goin' on, man?

What?

(gun clicks) (tense music)

America better be ready for me.

(tense rhythmic music)