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[WOMAN CHANTS WAILINGLY]

[GASPING]

[LAUGHS] What?

Nothing.

It's just, I'm the luckiest guy in the world.

Yes, you are, and the cheesiest one, too.

Wow! That's...

I feel very loved and appreciated right now,

against all the knives stabbing my broken heart.

Oh, fuck it on a bucket, here we go again.

Drama, drama, drama.

I love you, okay?

Even though you are cheesier than a Valentine's Day card.

I love you, too.

Even when you act all cray-cray.

[LAUGHING] What did you just say?

Did you just say cray-cray?

- Yes, cray-cray. - Stop.

- Why stop? - Stop, stop, no.

I saw it on TV, it's cool.

- People are saying it. - No, it's not cool.

Cray-cray.

You are such a girl.

The parade of compliments continues. Come on, give me more.

Oh, okay, dork.

- I'm your dork, so... - Yes, don't remind me.

Seriously, though, are you okay with this decision?

What, marrying you?

Well, now that you mention it, I'm not sure.

- Ow, dude, that hurt. - Hey!

What was that one for?

I told you stop calling me "dude."

[SMACKS LIPS] Okay.

[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

- I'll stop. - Good.

- Hey! - Drive, cray-cray.

I am driving, and you are the cray-cray one.

- Cray-cray! - No. [GIGGLES]

You have to stop saying that, it's never cool.

- It's awesome. - No.

- Like me, it's awesome! - Oh, yes, like you.

Yup.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Okay, where are you hiding the butler?

[BOTH GIGGLE]

How do you know him again?

Harrison?

We've been golf buddies for the past few months.

And he worked with you?

No, he's not a lawyer, he owns his own business.

Something with shipping, exchange, and collateral.

Well, he has taste, I'll give him that.

Very expensive taste.

He always dresses in designer this, designer that,

with a $200 haircut, smelling all GQ cool.

And he has this untouchable way of carrying himself.

Untouchable?

Mm-hmm.

Maybe a little too intense and too confident for some.

- But not for you. - Come on, really?

If I was to fear confidence and intensity,

we wouldn't be getting married in two days, would we?

I don't know, I always thought it was my

amazing personality and my perfectly shaped intelligence

that made you propose.

Baby, baby, I equally love both, your personality and your ass.

Correction. I'm sorry, I mean, your intelligence.

People should make even cast molds of it, and even post it

- in the dictionary next to-- - What'd you say?

- Post it. - Post it?

Next to the words naughty and perfection.

Oh, the defense rests, Your Honor.

Are you sure?

Because I was really looking forward to holding you

in contempt and punishing you a little bit.

Contempt.

Contempt, contempt!

Who needs contempt, Your Honor?

Foreplay is just for overcompensating teenagers.

Punish me.

I'm overdue some punishment.

Overdue.

We just punished each other before we left,

and I thought it was a great punishment.

I know I felt punished. Didn't you?

[CELLPHONE RINGING]

Speak of the devil, it's Harrison.

Oh, he's FaceTiming me.

Oh, exciting, ask him to beam you up.

Hey, man, is this your way to show me we have WiFi here?

[CHUCKLES]

You know what they say, "Why bother entering

if you don't make an entrance," right?

- Do you like? - Like? I love it.

Plus, you managed to impress Kira, and trust me, that's not an easy thing to do.

Oh, good, good.

Well, you two just enjoy, and relax this weekend, okay?

Okay, cool. Thanks, man. Oh, you want to see Kira?

No, Marco, this is not the proper way to meet someone.

I'll see her Sunday at the wedding.

You two just relax and enjoy the weekend.

Make it a night in, if you know what I mean, huh?

[CHUCKLES] See you soon, buddy.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

This guy, he is so fucking cool.

He is like, Bruce Wayne and Gordon Gekko in one.

Wow, okay then, do you want me to give you some time alone

and get your bromance fantasy on?

Maybe some lotion?

[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

The guy gave us this kick ass cabin for the weekend.

Can I at least give him a compliment or two?

Baby, as long as that's all you give him, I'm all good.

You are impossible, you know that, right?

Unredeemable.

Let's finish unpacking the car, okay.

[SQUEALING]

I vow, to love you beyond the rim of this earth,

to fight for every moment of happiness together.

You are the air,

I want to breathe for the rest of my life.

And teasing you or not, I'd love nothing more

than to be your bride.

[MARCO GRUMBLING]

Crazy boy.

Why are you so mean?

You told me to wake you up at 10:00, it's 10:27.

[GROANS] Five more minutes?

You said five minutes, 20 minutes ago.

Come on, get up.

Up, up, up, up.

- No. - Such a baby.

Come on, I'll make you breakfast.

What?

Well, get up and you'll see.

Again, I told you I don't mind your stinking morning breath.

Hey, you don't have to be an ass about it.

An ass? An ass.

[KIRA GIGGLING]

Okay, hello!

[MOANING]

Good morning.

Are you ever coming back?

At least light up a match, okay?

[MARCO] Hold your horses, I'm coming.

You really just can't help it, can you?

For your information, Miss Smart Ass, I took a while,

to wrap this for you.

It's pink.

[GIGGLES SOFTLY]

Just open it.

- What is it? - Open it and you'll see.

I know they are not your dad's, but I also know how much

you hated losing them and how safe they made you feel

close to your heart.

"Fuck it on the bucket."

I wanted to actually get you something that you would wear.

"You are the air I want to breathe for the rest of my life."

"In our future together."

So, do you like it?

I love it!

Try to... try to avoid getting too romantic.

This is romantic.

It shows how well you know me.

It's me, it's us.

And tomorrow, I'll become Mrs. Cheesy Man.

I couldn't be happier.

Well, that makes two of us.

[MOANS]

- What? - Now, my turn.

No, no, no, I liked where that was going, come on.

The kissing thing and stuff.

Stay here, or I'll break your legs.

What? You know that even with a smile,

it's still very emasculating, right.

So sad.

- Close your eyes. - Okay.

And keep them closed.

They are.

Okay, open.

Baby, isn't it bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?

Not if I strip it off, slowly.

- Don't you think? - I do, I solemnly do.

Because it's like food and the three second rule, right?

It doesn't really count if it's taken care of fast.

Shh!

Something borrowed.

Something blue.

[GLASS BREAKING]

Babe, did you hear that?

Stay right here.

- I'll come, too. - No, no! I said you stay here.

[CREAKING]

Marco?

Polo!

[GUN CLICKING]

Put the gun down. Please.

This isn't as bad as it looks.

Everything is under control, so let's not escalate things beyond repairing.

Bitch, put the fucking gun down!

I'll put an air hole in your hubby's chest. You hear?

What the fuck you doing, man?

Shut the fuck up!

Look, we are not here to kill you, or him.

I can promise you that.

But, if you don't put that gun down,

my drunk friend over there is gonna put a bullet right in your husband's head.

Drunk friend, man? It's my fucking b-day, man!

I can drink as much as I want!

Don't you put this shit on me, man.

Shut your fat fucking hole!

Learn your place, or I'll dig one and put you in it. Understood?

Listen. There is no easy way to say this.

This is kidnapping, which means we're gonna gonna take you

away from your boy there, for a little camping trip.

The length of which is determined solely by how much he loves you.

Listen, there is no need for kidnapping.

I'll do it now, I'll do it right now. Just tell me how much.

I'm not the one dictating numbers,

nor is this a business that can be resolved with checks.

No checks, I swear.

Just tell me how much, give me a few hours,

I'll have someone here with the cash, I swear.

What do you want dollars, Euros? You name it.

Euros, we're fucking Americans, man.

We don't take your pansy ass colored monopoly money.

Marco, save your breath.

These are foot soldiers.

Like I said, I don't dictate terms.

I just execute them.

If you two care to stay alive,

I will advise you to put your guns down,

let Marco come to me, and I'll let you go free.

I'll even let you pick up your unconscious buddy downstairs.

Lee? Lee, where the fuck are you, man?

She knocked him out, boy.

She's not lying. No, sir, not this one.

What's your training? Where did you serve?

[BULLETS FIRING]

What the fuck happened, man?

You said this was supposed to be an easy scare and grab,

and some how we got fucking Jason Bourne in a wedding dress on our hands?

How the fuck we gonna explain this to the boss?

Relax.

Relax? Relax.

Fatty here just killed our money man.

How the fuck do you want me to relax?

Listen, from one soldier to another,

if the boss finds out, he is gonna kill us.

Listen you idiot, I'm sick and tired of wannabes like you

who think that just because they can hunt boar and fucking ducks

that they got what it takes to be a solider.

Don't you ever call yourself a solider

or compare yourself with one. You got it?

Good, now instead of... why aren't you out chasing her?

Or I'll fucking kill you myself! Go!

She was here.

This way.

Earl, are you sure? She went to that end of the forest, man.

What the fuck are you babbling about?

She went into that side of the forest.

- You know the story. - That story is for fucking kids.

Man up and get a move on. Go!

[PANTING]

[MAN HOOTS]

[SNAPS]

[CHUCKLES] Nice shooting, bitch.

[GUN CLICKS]

[GRUNTS]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Damn, she got you again, Lee?

Move away, Bobby Joe, this fucking bitch is mine.

No, I got this, I got this.

Today is my birthday you fucking bitch,

and this is not how I planned it, hell no.

I'm supposed to be drinking some cheap beer

and trying to fuck anything I can find for a 20.

But, no, you had to get all Jason Bourne on our ass and complicate this...

...complicated thingy we got going on right here.

- So it's settled then. - Step back.

Lee! I said, step the fuck back.

Why?

The deal is dead, the money is gone.

This bitch is just collateral damage.

He's right man. She's no use to us no more.

This skank gotta go.

Besides, look at us, man, I'm shot in my fucking shoulder,

you're missing half of a ear. Lee over here got knocked

the fuck out twice in a fucking hour.

On top of it all that, it's my fucking birthday, man.

Exactly.

It's his birthday.

I already gave him a present,

but give me that Desert Eagle of yours

and I'd happy to give him another one.

Straight through his fat fucking heart.

How's this for a present?

[GRUNTS]

[BONE CRACKING]

And it's an average size heart.

You got spunk lady, I'll give you that.

But at the end of the day, you caused a lot of ruckus.

Hell, you cost me half an ear.

But most importantly, you cost us all 30 G.

But it's okay.

It's okay, because now you're gonna make it up to us.

- Mm-hmm. - Hey, Bobby Joe,

how would you like some fancy caviar pussy for your birthday?

- Hell, yeah! - Now you're talking!

Fuck!

Damn!

[SPITTING]

I'll teach you how to use that fucking head, you bitch.

Fuck!

Put that limp dick anywhere near my mouth and I'll bite it off.

She might.

You better go for the safe hole, Earl.

Yeah, you're right, besides, I'm more of an ass man.

Choke that.

[CHOKING]

Ricky, get over here and grab her hand.

We gotta get out of here, man.

We gotta leave before we wake her up.

We are right next to the fucking blood tree!

Hey, retard, enough with all this fucking voodoo mumbo-jumbo shit.

Get over there and grab her hands.

Listen fuck-head, it's obvious that hot pussy

is not your game, so why don't you get your fag ass out of here?

We'll see you later!

We need to get out of here before it's too late!

Get back to the fucking camp!

Can one of you grab this bitch's hand?

[KIRA GURGLING]

Fuck.

[GRUNTS]

That ought to hold her.

[CHUCKLES] Look at that ass.

Townie whores.

Sure know how to get my chubby up fast.

Bobby Joe.

Happy Birthday!

Why, thank you, my kind sir!

[BOBBY JOE] Hey, share the fucking wealth, motherfucker!

Alright, but I'm going after Earl,

'cause, I always get 'em dead or fuckin' passed out

by the time you idiots are done with them.

Fine, but count that as my treat for your birthday.

Plus, the wetter the better, I say.

[WINCING IN PAIN]

Yeah, I'm good with that, buddy.

[EARL GROANING]

[WOUND SQUISHING]

All yours, boys.

Sorry, darling, unlike Earl, I'm a traditionalist,

I like it missionary.

Look at this picture, Lee, scary redneck with a shotgun,

half passed out bitch in a wedding dress.

What do you get? Boom!

[BOTH] Shotgun wedding!

Take that.

[SNIFFS]

Oh, I'm sorry. Where are my manners?

A gentleman always offers the lady a drink.

[COUGHING]

Calm down, I just wanna make sure you are still breathing.

Oh, yeah.

Earl got you nice and loose.

This is for shooting my fucking arm!

[GRUNTING]

This is for ruining my fucking birthday!

And this is for my birthday.

[MOANING]

Oh, fuck.

I do gotta lose weight.

She is all yours, man.

[HEAVY BREATHING]

That was some nice and tight pussy, boys.

The bitch put up a fight but, damn, she was fuckable.

Okay, all right, simmer down and talk damage control.

- Let's. - I'm all ears.

No pun intended, Earl.

What Ear-l? I only heard half of what you said.

Shut the fuck up dummy. We go back to the cabin,

we get the dead guy, grab all their shit,

bring it back here, dig a nice deep hole,

and bury them next to that big ass tree.

Shit, she's still breathing. Round two.

Go, go. Go back to the cabin.

Clean it up, bring shovels too, go.

Damn.

You don't give up do you?

Like I said, you have spunk like no other.

[GUN FIRES]

Just put Napoleon down over there and shit.

[HACKING AND SPITTING]

That bitch is fucked up, man.

She's done.

The hole in the head give it away?

Yeah, it did.

It was a fucking rhetorical question, dummy.

Just grab some fucking shovels and start digging.

Ah...

Before anything, and not to be the greedy one here,

but what about our fucking money?

More importantly, what the fuck are we gonna tell the boss?

The boss... The boss, of course, is gonna ask what happened?

And we're gonna tell 'em, what we'd tell anybody asking.

"This never happened."

"They never showed."

"We did our job, we moved in, the cabin was empty."

Clean story, easy out.

We're clear?

Yeah, we're clear, but what about my fucking vagina arm

and your ear bleeding like it's on its period, man?

Well, he sees us as a bunch of dirty no good rednecks anyway.

Why disappoint?

[CHUCKLING]

As far as money goes, I reckon we still make bank.

We call on to Dale in the morning and sell that SUV, for what Bobby Joe?

Shiny thing over there with the new car smell?

Twenty.

Keep everything that comes from the SUV.

With Ricky chickening outta the job, I don't give a shit if he gets a share.

Deal?

You're the man with the plan.

Good.

Let's grab some shovels and bury all this shit.

Hell yeah.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You don't go in there.

It's enough that all you blabbed about today was this voodoo shit.

Why is it so hard for you to believe me?

Why is so hard for any of you to believe me?

To fear a fucking tree?

Is that what you want us to do?

It's not just the tree, man, it's the fucking curse!

We all gonna fucking die!

Again with this fucking curse, you dumb moron!

We should've left you at that truck stop to fuck your way to a meal.

Lee, step back.

Let the kid be.

No, listen, it's because of little shits like him

that this country ended up being run by blacks, Jews, gays!

Don't fucking start this again.

Come on, man, enough with the gay shit,

I happen to like Elton John. His music soothes me.

You shut the fuck up!

Listen, it's our fault!

It's our fault that those fuckers are running the country,

and you wanna know why?

You wanna know why?!

It's because our new generation of white men are too busy being

afraid of a fucking tree!

All they wanna do is be vampire motherfuckers and slap their

photos on FaceWeb pages and YouTunes.

- It's YouTube. - What?

Fucking YouTube, man, you never been on YouTube?

It's cool, man, they got these videos with this kitty cats playing piano,

that fucking squirrel on water skis,

gets me every time, he's like a human,

and he looks at you and smiles.

You gotta be fucking kidding me right now.

You... You don't get a cut out of this deal.

Understood?

That's fine, I don't want any of it anyway.

[EARL] Lee!

God, it's humid out here.

How do you people deal with it?

Ah, I like to use a little lotion with aloe vera,

maybe like a little, one of those tiny fans.

What are those, loafers you are wearing?

Uh, yes, sir, they're comfortable,

I love the color, it blends in with the forest,

I can kick you and you don't see my foot.

You should get some.

Right, and all this time I thought Earl

was the brain in the group.

Anyway, enough dumb chit-chat.

I'm excited! Are you excited?

Because I am, I feel like a fucking kid on Christmas morning

who knows exactly what he is gonna get.

So...

Where is my package?

Is it in there?

You know, when I was a kid,

I used to always throw a fit whenever I didn't get what I wanted.

Used to drive my parent nuts.

But now you know the difference?

Well, I still throw a fit, but these days I can do it

much more convincingly...

- [GUN COCKS] - With a gun.

They never showed.

Excuse me?

The marks, they never showed up at the cabin.

Really?

I see.

You're sure?

- A hundred percent. - A hundred percent, well.

That's pretty damn sure now, isn't it?

Sure enough to raise your right hand

and swear on your dear God, Jesus?

Really?

Sit your big ass down.

Who the fuck do you think I am, huh?

One of your inbred, retarded relatives here?

You think I just do this shit on the fly?

Like I learned about this business from some online course

or a fucking YouTube video.

- [BOBBY JOE] I told you. - What was that?

Nothing, sir, I think YouTube is cool.

Shut the fuck up.

I'm a professional with an IQ higher

than all of yours combined.

Did you really think that I wouldn't notice that

silk ribbon around your belt?

Or Dummy McPhee over here with her garter belt wrapped

around his ham-hock like a fucking trophy, huh?

You shot my fucking hand!

Three time champion of Harvard's Gun Club, you moron.

So, if I were you, I'd be very careful

how I choose my next answer.

So lets try this again, shall we?

Where... is... my... package?

In the forest.

You left them in the forest?

No. We buried them in the forest.

The job was simple,

rough up Marco a bit and kidnap Kira.

Rough up Marco, kidnap Kira.

This was always a kidnapping job, not a kill and bury job.

Am I right?

[LEE] We were ambushed.

Ambushed?

By whom exactly?

By her, sir.

You're trying to tell me that the four of you,

armed to the teeth, broke into the cabin,

and got ambushed by an unarmed woman?

She wasn't unarmed.

After she knocked me unconscious, she took my gun.

[LAUGHING]

Is this some kind of a joke?

There's a camera somewhere around here.

Am I being Punk'd? Is that it?

She is a fucking nurse!

Then she was a fucking nurse from hell,

'cause that bitch can fight and shoot like a pro.

Sort of training was pure military.

He's... He's right, sir. She shot me in the arm,

got him in the ear,

knocked Lee out twice on his ass right before we put her down.

And Marco?

I shot him, sir.

I shot him by mistake.

My shotgun went off when the bride lady charged in,

and... and he's dead. And I'm sorry.

It was only me, it was none of them.

But...

I also think is a part of Aiyana's Curse, sir.

Part of what-who-what?

Aiyana's curse.

About 150 years ago, our Federal troops

stormed an Indian wedding.

[BULLETS FIRING]

Really?

Sit your big ass down.

Today, gentlemen, your incompetence has cost me a lot of money.

These people that you killed and buried

were very much in love.

And love, now that's the true currency of my business.

The more love they have, the more money I make.

Marco would've paid whatever to get Kira back.

Maybe even a million.

But now we'll never know, will we? Will we?

I'm considering burying our partnership right now.

You still need us.

- Debatable. - Really?

Who's gonna take care of that package over there? You?

The country is in recession boys and unemployment is high,

ergo I don't think that new employees will be

difficult to acquire.

Maybe.

Let's say you lost money in that deal. True.

But I'm kind of a "glass is half full" type of guy.

And the way I see it, just bump up the numbers

on this last package and make up for it.

It's not the same, but it's not nothing either.

- Glass half full, huh? - Yeah.

Look, I prefer to live with a busted up right hand

than be buried with a good one.

Smart.

Funny, huh?

All right.

We'll continue this little endeavor of ours,

but no more screw ups.

First things first, we're gonna have to

clean up this... mess you made.

How far from here did you bury them?

- Under the Blood Tree. - Under the what?

The...

Oh, part of that curse that dead Junior over here was talking about?

Yeah, the kid's crazy, he had a fucked up imagination.

Watched too much Harry Potter.

Bobby Joe is right, sir, it's nothing but an old scary story

from when we were kids to prevent us from

wandering deep in the woods.

It doesn't matter, let's just get going.

I'm starting to get quite excited to see this legendary Blood Tree.

[SPEAKS INDISTINCT]

What's this?

"Fuck it on a bucket?"

Cute.

"You are the air I want to breathe for the rest of my life."

I knew it.

I could've made a million off of this.

A million. Come on.

All right, let's go.

Let my spirit and the love you care

be the life force that drives you to the ends of your revenge.

[PANTING]

[SOBBING]

[GIGGLING]

[SOBBING]

[SCREAMING]

Fuck, man.

I knew we should've dug a deeper hole.

You think the hole is the problem?

The kid was right.

Jesus, fuck. Not you, too.

You're incompetent, get over it.

Stop blaming a fairy tale.

I'm not fucking incompetent.

I shot her, point blank, in the head. Bitch was dead.

- Trust me. - Trust you?

I'm done trusting.

You fucked up, and she's still alive,

now she's gone.

You realize what kind of damage she can cause me and my business?

- We'll find her. - You bet your ass we will,

because your stupidity has made this my problem.

Look, she doesn't know her way around,

okay, she's probably headed back to the cabin right now.

We'll split up.

You dig up Marco, put him in the back of the car with Ricky,

then meet us back at the camp.

I want you to go to the cabin, and if you find her there,

I want you to shoot her dead on the spot

and bring me her fucking head.

You think you can do that?

I'll shove a fucking stick of dynamite up her ass if needed.

Okay, a little intense, but I like it.

I like your enthusiasm.

You do it and I'll double your fee, cash in hand.

Cash in hand.

$20K in your pocket by morning.

And that goes to any of you that bring her to me,

preferably dead this time.

- What you want me to do? - Wipe the camp clean.

Pick up all the burn phones and scramblers.

We gotta go move the other packages, now.

Let's get it done!

[KIRA] ♪ Something borrowed ♪

Who's there?

♪ Something blue ♪

♪ Something old ♪

♪ And something new ♪

♪ Don't let the bride catch up with you ♪

[KIRA LAUGHING]

Is that you, bitch?

Show yourself.

♪ Something borrowed ♪

[BRANCHES CRACKING]

♪ Something blue ♪

♪ Something old ♪

♪ And something new ♪

♪ Don't let the bride catch up with you ♪

Where are you?

Here.

[GROANING]

[CHOKING]

[GASPING]

Calm down, I just wanna make sure you're still breathing.

Something borrowed.

♪ Something borrowed ♪

♪ Something blue ♪

♪ Something old ♪

♪ And something new ♪

♪ Don't let the bride catch up with you ♪

- [GASPING] - [SKIN REGENERATING]

[GRUNTING]

Hell, yeah! That's right, bitch.

You don't fucking mess with me and get away with it.

Curse, my ass.

[PHONE DIALING]

[LINE RINGING]

- [HARRISON] Yes? - Boss?

[HARRISON] So do you have her?

Hell, yeah, boss! The bitch is dead.

I shot her through her fucking kidney

and stabbed her with my sweet machete.

[HARRISON] So where is she now?

Now she's hanging from the tree

like a piece of no good game meat.

So, am I good or am I good?

[HARRISON] Well, congratulations, sir.

You're now $20,000 richer.

Now I want you to bring her body here to the camp.

- Okay? - So, yeah, will do.

- You want me to take a picture? - Don't be an idiot.

Boss? Boss...

[MOANING IN PAIN]

[GAGGING ON BLOOD]

[MUTTERS]

[SCREAMING]

Something blue.

[GROANING]

[BLOOD SQUIRTING]

[MOANING IN PAIN]

[PHONE RINGING]

[HARRISON] So, is that bitch dead or not?

Not.

Well... hello, Kira.

How's Marco?

[CHUCKLES]

Look, why don't you tell me what you want.

What can I do for you that we can put

all of this unpleasantness behind us?

How about money?

Not interested.

[HARRISON] Then what the fuck do you want?

I want...

...things to go back to the way they used to be.

I want to see his face in the morning,

kissing me through the sheets

so we don't smell our morning breath.

I want to laugh at his unfunny jokes,

one... more... time.

[SOBBING]

I want to feel his fingers through my hair...

...when I go to sleep.

I want...

...to be his bride.

But you took all that away from me.

You left me with nothing.

...nothing but rage...

...and insanity.

When you killed Marco, you ripped my heart out.

So stay put.

I'm coming to return the favor.

Fuck!

[PHONE RINGING]

Yes?

So Mr. "I'm not incompetent, I shot her in the head."

That bitch is very much alive.

So listen to me.

I'll give you $100,000 cash

the moment you bring me her body.

You understand?

Do we have a deal?

What happened with Lee and Bobby Joe?

She probably killed them already, okay.

But they're not you.

They don't have your composure,

they don't have your training, your demeanor.

One-fifty.

[HARRISON] Excuse me?

I'll do it, but for 150,000.

When I bring her to you, we're done.

Do we have a deal?

Fine, you just bring me her body,

- a few minutes ago she picked up Lee's phone. - ♪ Something borrowed ♪

She's gotta be somewhere in the area.

- I don't need that info. - You don't need that info?

What are you gonna do, track her scent to find her?

She found me.

Looks like you've been busy.

You know, I was right...

- [UNZIPPING] - [METAL CLINKING]

...you do have a lot of spunk.

But somebody's gotta put you in the ground,

- for good this time. - And that's you?

I just got 150,000 reasons to make it so.

You have something that belongs to me.

What, this old thing?

That...

...and your scalp.

I'm still... not gonna fucking beg.

I don't care.

From what I recall,

you said you were more of an ass man.

[GRUNTING]

Something old.

[PHONE RINGING]

Damn it.

[MUFFLED SCREAMING]

[WOMAN] No!

[SOBBING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Shut up, shut up!

[MAN] Yeah?

Hi, it's me.

Look, I got myself in a little pinch here,

and I could use your advice.

[MAN] What is it?

Well, I still have one package stocked and ready for payment,

but the shit just hit the fan,

and I feel the heat is just around the corner.

What should I do?

Well, burn package.

- Burn the package? - [GIRL SCREAMING]

But what about the money?

You burn the package,

you live like before, worry free.

Keep package, yes, you make money,

but you make 25-to-life, too.

So burn package.

Yeah, okay, that makes sense.

Of course it makes sense.

Now, don't bother me with business on weekend, yes?

Of course, yes, sir, sorry.

Good, now go take care of business.

Okay.

[MUFFLED PLEADING]

Okay, burn the package.

[LAUGHING]

That's it?

That was your big entrance?

You missed.

[GRUNTING]

Now didn't you say something about repaying a favor?

Hmm?

Who? You?

What was that?

I'm sorry, I couldn't understand you from all the blood

gushing out of your mouth.

[CHUCKLES]

Say hello to Marco for me.

[SHUSHING]

Relax, relax, nobody's getting burned alive today, okay.

[GASPING FOR AIR]

Fuck it on the bucket.

[GRUNTS]

[BONES SNAPPING]

[GURGLING UP BLOOD]

Something new.

"You are the air I want to breathe for the rest of my life."

[MUFFLED CRIES]

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Thank you. Thank you for saving me.

Miss, thank you!

Wait.

Thank you.

Don't you wanna wait with me?

We can take his phone, we can call the cops.

We can go home!

Miss, you really need a doctor.

Where are you going?

I'm going home, too.

[SOBBING]

Thank you.

♪ Something borrowed ♪

♪ Something blue ♪

♪ Something old ♪

♪ And something new ♪

♪ Don't let the bride catch up with you ♪

[GASPING]

[EVIL CACKLING]