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[GUNSHOT]

[WIND BLOWING]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOTS]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES]

[EXHALES]

[GRUMBLES]

[EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

[MUFFLED EXPLOSION]

- [HELICOPTER WHIRRING] - [INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[HIGH-PITCHED RINGING]

[SCREAMING]

[EXPLOSION]

[GUN FIRING]

[SCREAMS]

[HIGH-PITCHED RINGING CONTINUES]

[GROANS]

[EXHALES]

[INHALES, EXHALES]

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

[GUN FIRING]

[SOLDIERS MARCHING]

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

MAN: Move! Move!

OBAMA: I don't oppose war.

What I do oppose is a dumb war.

This government does not torture people.

Aggression is defeated. The war is over.

[UPBEAT MUSIC CONTINUES]

NIXON: Do you realize that, in this whole century,

the people of America have not had

a full generation of peace?

TRUMAN: Our homes, our Nation,

all the things we believe in are in great danger.

[WOLF HOWLING]

Remember the character of the onslaught against us.

We will gain the inevitable triumph,

so help us God.

[MUSIC STOPS]

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

[TICKING]

[CUTLERY SCRAPING]

[KNIFE CLINKING]

[CLOCK CHIMING]

[IN GERMAN] Doctor...

[CLOCK TICKING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GRUNTS]

Today will be a good day.

You were such a good boy.

Was I a good boy...

[RUMBLING]

...my pearl?

[UTENSILS CLATTERING]

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

Your carriage is waiting.

[LOUD WHIRRING]

- [EARPHONE BEEPS] - [WHIRRING STOPS]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC STOPS]

[WIND BLOWING]

[ENGINE SPUTTERING]

Mmm.

[MOTORCYCLE ENGINE SPUTTERING]

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

[MOTORCYCLE ENGINE REVVING]

[IN ENGLISH] Goddammit.

Shit.

[ENGINE STARTS, REVVING]

MAN: Shut the fuck up!

Turn the fucking bike off or you're under arrest!

What?

Turn the fucking engine off, you little shit!

- I can't hear you, man! - He can't hear you!

KOVACKS: I work the night shift!

You know what that's like? I need my fucking sleep!

Hey!

Kill it.

I gotta have my fucking eight hours!

God damn it! This fucking shithole!

Fuck! [PANTING]

Hey, um... [CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]

Celeste, um...

I'm just gonna be a little bit late on the rent this month.

Really?

Yeah, you know the situation with my cunt wife, right?

No, I don't.

That bitch took my premium bonsais.

She locked them in the shed.

I had a buyer all lined up. I would have been flush.

I'm really sorry

that you're dealing with cunt wife difficulties.

You still got to pay your rent, though.

I'm only the on-site manager. If you can't pay,

take it up with the higher-ups.

Yeah, but you could talk to them.

Tell them I'm good for it, you know? I'm law enforcement.

Just pay your damn rent.

[PLEASANT MUSIC PLAYING]

Oh, fuck!

Puta madre.

- Mierda. - [OBJECTS CLATTERING]

Oh, shit.

[CELESTE GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

GRIFFIN: All right, Daisy Jane.

You got your ocean sounds all packed up?

Mmm-hmm.

GRIFFIN: I want you to behave yourself this weekend, okay?

- All right. - GRIFFIN: Be good for Mommy.

Remember, raise your words, not your voice.

Rain grows flowers...

BOTH: Not thunder.

GRIFFIN: That's it.

Hi, bubby.

- Hi! - Hi!

- Hi. - GRIFFIN: Hmm.

What happened to your hair?

Sharon cut my bangs for me.

Mmm-hmm.

- Well, it looks really pretty. - Yeah.

[CLEARS THROAT] Hey, Dad.

[TRUNK SHUTS]

What are you doing here? It's not my weekend.

You don't check your texts?

I've been trying to reach you all morning.

Well, unlike you, I'm not on my phone 24/7.

I was target shooting.

- Target shooting? - CELESTE: Yeah.

Still got that M16?

No. You know I'm legally prohibited

of owning a selective fire weapon

with a high-capacity mag.

Look, I got an emergency meeting.

I got a flight to catch in, like, an hour.

We couldn't get a sitter,

and Sharon's busy at work, so...

Sharon.

Hey.

Sharon.

You're up, Mom.

Hey, bubba, I'm gonna have a little chat with your dad.

Do you want to go inside and put your stuff down?

Sure.

- You got it? - DAISY: I got it.

You can't just fucking spring her on me like this.

GRIFFIN: Spring, spring... She's your daughter.

CELESTE: I know, but...

GRIFFIN: Not some problem that you gotta solve.

CELESTE: I don't think... Why do you...

GRIFFIN: You know, I'm not getting into it.

I'm just... I'm not getting into it.

CELESTE: I'm fucking talking to you, dude.

All I'm fucking saying is two days would have been nice.

A day would have been nice.

A week would have been nice!

[GRIFFIN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

CELESTE: Not a fucking morning!

MAN: [ON TAPE] I want you to imagine

that you're breathing deeply with the waves.

Experience this with all five senses.

CELESTE: ...an hour before you fucking showed up here!

MAN: Smell the ocean breeze.

CELESTE: Two fuckin' hours... MAN: Hear the crashing...

Five times five is 25.

Six times five is 30.

Seven times five is...

...got the news like last week myself.

And I'm not gonna change my entire plan...

You're talking about taking my daughter away

across the fucking country and, if that's what you think,

you better have another thought in mind.

You know what? I thought that we could keep this civil.

I don't give a fuck. I'm civil.

But I forgot, Celeste doesn't do civility.

You're talking about taking my child!

You know what? My lawyers are pretty confident

that the district court is gonna rule in our favor.

- You got a fucking lawyer... - If it comes to that

- ...before you talked to me? - If it comes to that.

- Jesus Christ! - Oh, my God.

I have to do my due diligence here.

You're such a piece of shit.

You are such a piece of shit!

You know you could move too, right?

I mean, how long has it been here, Celeste?

You told me it'd be a couple months.

It was temporary.

That was four or five years ago. What?

I like it here.

- I feel good here. It's safe. - Yeah.

You need to get over your shit, soldier.

Fuck you!

Oh, you got scared from a little "fuck you"?

Well, guess what?

I got a better fucking lawyer than you do!

Yeah, that's right. You heard that right.

Guess what? You're a fucking coward!

Fuck you! Behave like you always fucking do,

you motherfucker!

Hey!

You're not taking my daughter away!

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

[MUSIC STOPS]

[WHIRRING]

Dr. Kammler, would you mind not smoking

while the subject's brain is exposed?

- [CIGARETTE HISSES] - [KAMMLER SPEAKING GERMAN]

[IN GERMAN] It's not a hospital...

[IN ENGLISH] The Pryapis team are en route, two hours out.

- You will be ready? - INGER: Yes.

But I must again state my objections.

We haven't tested enough to know

how the nervous systems could respond...

Your objections are duly noted,

but it is time to show our results.

Progress does not crawl on its belly like the worm.

Finish with him and prepare the other subjects.

Yes.

[EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]

[IN GERMAN] The storm is here,

the savage seas skip ashore,

to crush thick dams.

MAN: [IN ENGLISH] Allow your body to rest

and your spirit to soar.

CELESTE: Oh, no, bubba.

You don't... You don't have to do that.

I can just do that later.

It's fine. I'm almost done.

All right.

[BOTTLES CLINKING]

Mmm. I didn't really know you were coming,

so I've got ramen.

What's this?

I've got Garbanzo beans. Those are healthy, right?

You hungry?

No. No, thank you, ma'am.

You know you don't have to call me "ma'am."

Just call me "Mom" or "Mommy" or "Mama."

Does Sharon make you call her "ma'am"?

Dad says it's proper manners.

All right. Well, I'm gonna talk to your dad about that.

- Come on. We're going outside. - DAISY: Okay.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES]

WOMAN: [OVER PA SYSTEM] This is a real-world exercise.

Live ammunition will be in play.

Medical teams are on standby.

Injuries should be expected.

[FEEDBACK OVER MIC]

KAMMLER: Mr. Baylor. Sorry to keep you waiting.

Dr. Kammler!

It's been a while.

You're looking...

well.

How's your wife, FrauKammler?

She is well.

Thank you for asking.

Follow me, please.

[GUN COCKING]

Please allow me to make proper introductions.

This specialist was the subject of a famous trial.

He killed 17 civilians in a village square in Yemen.

He was weeping as he slaughtered them.

[SOLDIER WHIMPERING]

KAMMLER: His fellow soldiers gave him a mocking nickname:

The Crybaby.

This Marine was shot 48 times.

His survival earned him the moniker:

The Cockroach.

[GROANING]

[DISTORTED SCREAMING]

KAMMLER: This last soldier you will surely be aware of,

by the name the western media awarded him for his murders:

The Butcher of Kehra.

[DISTORTED SCREAMING]

KAMMLER: He was a hand-to-hand combat instructor,

very popular among the soldiers

before he was shot in battle.

He made a physical recovery,

but his mind was never the same.

[EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]

These men no longer feel pain.

[CIGARETTE SIZZLES]

They can manipulate their own heart rate.

They can tighten their muscles to prevent bullet penetration.

And once they begin killing,

they will not stop until their programming is deactivated.

Or until there is no one left in their path alive.

They are the human equivalent of a heat-seeking missile.

The perfect soldier.

Every fighter has a breaking point.

KAMMLER: Yeah, correct.

There remains a limit to their minds.

If they are deployed for more than one hour...

[IN GERMAN] ...according to estimation,

[IN ENGLISH] ...their control weakens.

They may lose their military precision.

What you are witnessing here, Mr. Baylor,

is a work in progress.

Naturally, I would like more time.

It's pencils down, Dr. Kammler.

New theaters of combat are emerging that we need to fill.

The board wants results.

Now.

And so do I.

Quite so.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR RADIO]

LILY: Hey, Daisy!

Hi!

Go.

Some for you, you little tree.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

- Oh, there she is. - Hi.

So how's your kid?

Why don't you go ask her yourself?

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

This is the second time that Black Hawk

has gone over us today.

Plus the usual morning chopper.

You know, that's a real sign of mental health

for us veterans.

Keeping track of every chopper that flies by.

CELESTE: All I'm saying is that they're up to something

in the desert north of here.

Some kind of secret base or some shit.

I don't know, but I don't fucking like it.

Weren't you in Vietnam?

Shouldn't you be more fucking paranoid?

[SHOUTS] Come on!

Whoa, what has got you in such a good mood?

You look like somebody just spit in your socks.

Her asshole dad just sprung her on me,

talking about how he's gonna relocate

with her or something...

Can he do that?

I don't know.

You got a lawyer?

Nope.

So what's keeping you here

with the rest of us losers anyway?

Maybe I just prefer it here.

I can see how that might be.

[MACHINE WHIRRING]

God damn it! Can't anything go fucking right today?

- Fuck! - Anything I can do to help?

No.

Not unless you have some 10-gauge stranded wire.

How much you need?

[PLEASANT MUSIC PLAYING]

Like... five feet or so.

Well, I don't entirely know what that is.

But they ought to have some out at the truck stop.

Oh, and could you get me a pack of Stampedes

while you're out there?

I'll pay you back.

Always hustling, huh?

Those things are gonna kill you.

[CHUCKLING]

Yeah, maybe.

All right, I'll get you some.

I gotta get this kid some food anyways.

I'm winning Best Mom of the Year award.

BAYLOR: The fuck is this?

Modern art?

Dazzle camouflage from a Navy experiment.

It conditions our subjects' ocular reflexes.

Start the experiment.

Doctor.

[IN GERMAN] Are you certain-

Now, if you please.

[IN ENGLISH] Yes. [SIGHS]

Activating our subjects.

[SIREN WAILING]

MAN: [OVER PA SYSTEM] All personnel, clear the area.

KAMMLER: Chemical gas...

to make things a little more interesting.

[SIREN WAILING]

We got masks.

We'll be fine.

Yes.

And my men will be holding their breath.

- Please proceed. - [KEYBOARD CLACKING]

INGER: Commencing experiment...

- [KEYBOARD CLACKING] - ...now.

- [DOORS WHIRRING] - [OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

All right, Doctor...

let's see what your pervert squad can do.

[HEAVY BREATHING OVER GAS MASKS]

[SOLDIERS BREATHING HEAVILY]

[MUFFLED SCREAMING]

[SOLDIER GAGGING, SCREAMS]

No! No! [GAGGING]

[CHOKING]

They're targeting the lights.

Yes.

They can see better in the dark.

[GRUNTS]

[SOLDIERS SCREAMING]

[SOLDIER GRUNTING]

[SCREAMS]

[DISTORTED SCREAMING]

I've seen enough.

You can shut them down.

We cannot deactivate our subjects

until all the targets have been eliminated.

[SCREAMS]

I said, shut them down!

[GASPS]

- [BONES CRUNCHING] - [SOLDIER SCREAMS]

- [WINCES] - [SOLDIER GROANS]

- [GLASS BREAKING] - [BONES CRACKING]

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

The Butcher.

[THE BUTCHER BREATHING HEAVILY]

[DEVICE BEEPING]

He's in cardiac arrest.

What's the matter with him? Loss of blood?

No, Doctor, look, it's all of them.

They're all dead?

[MONITOR BEEPING]

Could it be shock?

Aortic aneurysms due to lack of oxygen?

INGER: I need to revive one to do a brain scan.

Yeah, use the defibrillator.

[LAUGHING]

They're all dead!

What the fuck am I supposed to tell the board?

You just ate shit, Doctor!

[LAUGHING]

- [EARPHONE BEEPS] - [LAUGHTER STOPS]

[POP MUSIC PLAYING]

[MONITOR BEEPING]

[INGER SCREAMS]

[POP MUSIC CONTINUES]

[KAMMLER GROANING]

KAMMLER: [IN GERMAN] My pearl...

It is done...

[CHAINSAW WHIRRING]

CELESTE: Hey!

Hey!

[HORNS HONKING]

Hey!

- Hey, Celeste! - Hi!

Is it the first of the month already?

Oh, cut the shit, it's the eighth.

Ah, shit.

I'll get my checkbook. I'll be right back.

[GROANS]

[DISTANT EXPLOSION]

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

[ALARM BEEPING]

[ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC DISTORTS]

[ELECTRONIC MUSIC CONTINUES]

Excuse me, sir.

You're on the clock.

I'll have to reschedule.

[MUSIC STOPS]

You interrupted a recreational evening.

Where am I going?

HANDLER: [OVER SPEAKER] Pardon the intrusion,

but you're our only operative in the area.

We received a Code Alpha distress signal

at our testing facility outside Moriarty.

I wasn't aware we had a facility near Moriarty.

HANDLER: Details of its operations

are highly classified and have been scrubbed

from our database.

However, we know the facility has been occupied

by a private military contractor

for the past six years.

Your job is clean up and concealment,

strictly janitorial.

Are you sober, Cyrus?

I took 100 milligrams of pure MDMA

approximately 30 minutes ago.

It won't affect my performance,

but I'll ingest some protein when I can.

How many bodies?

We have no definitive estimate.

You'll be first on scene.

[SIGHS] Beautiful.

[ECHOING] Beautiful.

[CLEARS THROAT]

[SIGHS] Wanna come in with me?

- No, I'll wait here. - Okay.

Don't talk to strangers.

[BELL DINGING]

- [ARCADE GAME CHIMING] - [SLUSH MACHINE WHIRRING]

CELESTE: You can't pay for that.

Hey, Celeste.

CASHIER: How you doing? CELESTE: Fine.

Can I get a pack of Stampedes?

CASHIER: Sure.

- [WOMAN LAUGHING] - [BABY CRYING]

[CELESTE SIGHS]

[WIND BLOWING]

[GASPS]

CELESTE: I got burritos, I got beef jerky.

We are all good.

Thank you, ma'am.

Sorry.

- Here, I'll help you. - [DAISY GRUNTS]

[BOTH GRUNT]

You know, you can call me whatever you want.

I just hate the fact that you feel like you have to be

so formal all the time.

What does "formal" mean?

Formal is what grown-ups do so other grown-ups like them.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING]

Motherfucker.

- Damn it, Arlo. - Sorry, babe.

- Dumbass. - I need a refill.

[ARLO SIGHS]

[SLUSH MACHINE WHIRRING]

CASHIER: No more free refills.

Yeah, yeah.

[WOMAN LAUGHING]

[BELL DINGING]

[GUN COCKING]

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

- [GUNSHOTS] - [GASPS]

[ALARM BEEPING]

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

[SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING]

- [MUFFLED GUNSHOTS] - [MUFFLED SCREAMING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[BELL DINGING]

[ALARM BEEPING]

[PHONE VIBRATING]

[BLOOD DRIPPING]

[MAN GROANING]

[MAN WHIMPERING]

[GUN CLICKS]

MAN: No! [BREATH TREMBLING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY, GROANS]

- [MAN SCREAMING] - [KNIFE THUDS]

[ENGINE STARTS]

[HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC STOPS]

[UPBEAT CHILDREN'S MUSIC PLAYING]

[SINGING ALONG] ♪ I'm glad I'm me

♪ I'm me

[MUSIC STOPS]

[CAR ALARM BEEPING]

[OBJECTS CLATTERING]

[RADIO CHIRPS]

WOMAN: [OVER RADIO] Attention all highway units.

We have a report of possible shots fired

outside the Moriarty truck stop, Route 149.

No suspect description at this time.

Responding units, proceed with caution.

[MICROWAVE BEEPING]

No. No, no, no, no. No. What are you doing?

It's a burrito. You eat a burrito with your hands.

Like this.

Try it.

Big bite.

[MIMICS CHOMPING]

It's messy.

[MUFFLED] Animals don't eat with a fork and a knife.

- Right? - DAISY: Mmm-hmm.

Have you seen a dog eat with a fork and a knife? No.

They just grab the food and go...

Take another.

We're animals too.

- [DAISY LAUGHS] - That's my girl.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

[MACHINE WHIRRING]

[SIREN WAILING]

[HELICOPTER HOVERING]

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

HANDLER: Are you sober, Cyrus?

Are you sober, Cyrus? [ECHOING]

[DISTORTING]

MALE VOICE: [WHISPERING] Cyrus...

Help me...

Hey, Cyrus...

Beautiful.

[LAUGHING]

[SCREAMING]

LARKIN: Sir.

Are you okay?

Don't ever ask me that again.

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

What is this facility?

Probably military research. The base was built by the army

and vacated after the World War.

[METAL CRUNCHES]

We're through!

About fucking time.

Once they were cleared out,

the Pentagon started leasing the base

for defense private contractor projects.

Minimal oversight. That's where we're at now.

Got it.

[METAL MUSIC PLAYING]

Here you go, bubba. Get in.

[DAISY GRUNTS]

There.

Dad says we're moving away.

He told you that?

DAISY: No.

But I heard him and Sharon talking.

Hmm.

Do you want to hear a story?

Sure.

All right, well, it was back when I was in the army.

And we were stationed in this hotel.

[INAUDIBLE]

CELESTE: These guys from this other platoon

thought it would be a good idea

to have an amateur boxing match.

And one of those guys...

challenged me to a fight.

[INAUDIBLE]

Why did he want to fight you?

I don't know.

Maybe... he wanted to look big.

And I think he thought

I wasn't gonna go through with it.

But you know your mama.

Of course I was gonna go through with it.

We'll finish this another time.

Te quiero.

[DISTORTED RADIO CHATTER]

LARKIN: We've got six private contractors,

counting the guy in the doorway.

The rest of the bodies seem to be ours.

I've got ID on all, except one.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

Him?

"My honor is loyalty."

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING ON EARPHONES]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES]

Who is he?

He was bad news for us.

Name's Hans Kammler.

He was third generation Paperclip.

His early experiments earned him

a European Union arrest warrant

for violations against humanity.

Officially, he's been dead six years.

He's definitely dead now.

If he was running this experiment,

the priority is search and destroy.

This facility's secure. We'll clean it up later.

I want all of our resources directed towards containment.

- [RADIO BEEPS] - LARKIN: Yes.

Local dispatch just got a call reporting

possible gunfire at a truck stop.

We passed it driving in.

Shut down the surrounding roads.

LARKIN: Shut down all entrances to the truck stop.

[MUSIC STOPS]

[PUNK MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC STOPS]

[TRUCK ENGINE WHIRRING]

[MUFFLED BREATHING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[LINE RINGING]

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

[PHONE VIBRATING]

Yes.

CYRUS: You have my deepest condolences, Frau Kammler.

Danke.

[SIGHS] Now, would you mind telling me

what I'm up against tonight?

War is needed to keep the populace obeisant.

But prolonged exposure breaks the mind.

My husband's great dream...

and that of his ancestors

was to resolve that conflict.

To create an ideal combatant.

Super soldiers.

HANNA: We set out to create

a military faction without conscience,

to be deployed against the domestic populace.

[SIGHS]

HANNA: The average infantry soldier may hesitate

to kill his own countrymen,

but these men are conditioned to kill

until they are stopped.

That is all they know.

Do you have any practical advice for engagement?

HANNA: [OVER PHONE] Do not engage.

Your orders come directly from me now.

Your superiors have been notified.

We have the unexpected opportunity

to observe these subjects

outside the boundaries of our control.

Record your findings.

Cover our tracks.

Anything else?

Use your best judgment.

The work must survive.

[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

[DISTANT WHIRRING]

[MUFFLED RUMBLING]

[TRUCK ENGINE RUMBLING]

[WHISTLING]

[MEAT SIZZLING]

TREMAINE: Oh, goddammit... it's cold out here!

Oh, son of a holy bitch!

[SHIVERING] Motherfucker.

[GROANS]

[GASPS]

[TEDDY WHISTLING]

[EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]

Ooh!

[GUN COCKS]

[PUNK MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC STOPS]

[GUNSHOT]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

Where are you going?

Go to your room.

Get under the bed. Now!

[TRUCK ENGINE RUMBLING]

[CELESTE BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GRILL SIZZLING]

[BODY SIZZLING]

[CELESTE SCREAMS]

[DOG BARKS DISTANTLY]

[CELESTE GRUNTS, SCREAMS]

[GROANS]

[SCREAMING]

[GUN COCKING]

[GUN CLICKING]

[THE COCKROACH GROWLS]

[CELESTE GRUNTS]

[SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

Wrong trailer park, motherfucker!

[JOSIAH YELPS]

[GUN FIRING]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

DAISY: Mom!

- No! - DAISY: Mom!

- Mom! - Get back!

Go back inside!

Go inside! Inside!

[CELESTE GROANS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

- You okay? - DAISY: Yeah. Yeah. Yes, I am.

- I'm fine, I'm fine. - CELESTE: You're good?

Help me turn off the lights, baby.

DAISY: What is going on?

CELESTE: Stay with me, okay? DAISY: Okay!

[CELESTE GROANS]

- DAISY: [MUFFLED] Excuse me. - [CELESTE GROANS]

May I come inside, please?

CELESTE: Uh... One second, bubba.

I just gotta clean this really small cut

that's just bleeding a lot.

- [TAP SQUEAKS] - [WATER SPLASHING]

I'm scared, Mom.

I know. Just stay right by the door, okay?

Okay.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GROANS]

[DISTANT GUNSHOTS]

[DISTANT SCREAMING]

CELESTE: I'm coming out now, okay?

- Yeah. - Don't be scared.

There's a lot of blood.

[DAISY BREATHING HEAVILY]

I know, I know. Baby, I know, I know.

I know.

I'm okay.

- You promise? - CELESTE: I promise.

From now on, I need you to stay right next to me, okay?

- Okay. - CELESTE: Now come with me.

Mommy needs to get her guns.

[CELESTE BREATHING HEAVILY]

Stay with me, okay?

[CHAINSAW WHIRRING]

[CELESTE SCREAMS]

[SCREAMING]

Run! Run!

Run, baby! Run! Run, baby!

[CHAINSAW REVVING]

CELESTE: Stay back!

Come here, baby. I'll take you out the window.

I'll be right behind you, okay? Come, come!

[CELESTE GRUNTS]

[DAISY GRUNTS, GROANS]

CELESTE: You okay?

[SCREAMS]

[CHAINSAW WHIRRING]

[SCREAMING]

[GUNSHOT]

Come on, I got you!

[GROANS]

Get your asses over here!

Run, baby, run!

Run! Stay with me, stay with me!

Go, go, go, go!

Get down, get down, get down!

Okay. Mommy's got you, okay? You're gonna be okay.

I promise. Everything's gonna be okay.

Hey, how bad is that eye?

CELESTE: It's fine. I got another one.

You got another weapon?

JOSIAH: Here. Take this.

CELESTE: How many rounds? JOSIAH: Five.

- Five? - Plus three shotgun shells.

- And you have no other guns? - JOSIAH: No.

I'm not a gun-loony like you.

Oh, I'm the loony. Bet you wish we could get

to my stash now, old man. Now what?

Phones are all down. Cell phone and my landline.

- You see anything? - No, nothing's moving.

Who the hell are these guys? What do they want?

I don't know.

They're operating like a military unit.

If they're silent, it means that

they're waiting or planning another fucking attack.

You reckon some army experiment got loose?

Yes, probably from that fucking base I told you about.

I knew it.

Figures.

They just can't stop fucking with us vets.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

Sir.

[SIGHS IN RELIEF]

We have a survivor.

[MAN BREATHING HEAVILY]

[SHOES SQUELCHING]

[WEAKLY] Help me...

That's why we're here, sir. Don't be afraid.

What caliber are we using for this?

...45.

[GUN COCKS]

[WHIMPERS]

[SHOES SQUEAKING]

[MAN WHEEZING]

Let's make sure everyone else here is fully dead

before they start the fire.

[METAL CREAKING]

CELESTE: Hey, no, no, no.

You are not smoking in front of my child.

Hmm.

[GROANS]

[GRUNTS]

Hi, baby.

- You okay? - Mmm-hmm.

- Hey, you know what? - Hmm?

I just realized I never finished my story.

- You never did... - Do you want to hear it?

- Mmm-hmm. - CELESTE: Yeah. Okay, so...

Where was I? Oh, yeah.

It was the day of the fight.

And the guy I was fighting,

he was being all cocky,

dancing around, talking a bunch of stuff.

The bell rings.

And before he can throw a single punch, guess what?

Hmm?

[INAUDIBLE]

Your mom kicked him right in the balls.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

Then he just goes "boom,"

down to the floor.

[EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUFFLED EXPLOSION]

Well, what happened to him after the fight?

Um...

[MUFFLED EXPLOSION]

I saw him one last time out there.

He got hurt real bad.

And then I got injured, so...

no rematch.

So you know what?

Never pick a fight with someone

that's got more to lose than you do.

[TRUCK ENGINE WHIRRING]

[THE BUTCHER BREATHING HEAVILY]

Hey, bubba.

- Hey. - Hmm?

- Try to cover your ears. - Why?

I'm just gonna say a lot of bad words, okay?

Cover them. Good girl.

Hey, old man?

If anything happens to me,

make sure she gets to her dad, okay?

He's a fucking asshole, but...

he's a good father.

Okay.

And if anything happens to me,

I got a couple of library books

that are a few years overdue.

If you could get those back for me,

I would appreciate it.

[CHUCKLES]

[CLEARS THROAT]

Okay, deal.

Okay, bubba. Bubba!

You filled up that generator?

- KOVACKS: Hey! - Shh. You hear that?

KOVACKS: Hey!

What the fuck's going on? Is anyone alive in there?

The fuck is he yapping about?

KOVACKS: Listen. I got a radio in the car.

It's in the driveway.

Someone could go out there and call for help.

Do I need the keys?

KOVACKS: No, it's open. Just hit the button.

I would go out there, but I twisted my ankle.

This fucking guy.

I mean, it's pretty quiet out there.

It's not that far. You think I should do it?

I don't know.

- It's risky. - CELESTE: It's pretty close.

KOVACKS: I could hobble out there if you need me.

[DAISY SCREAMING]

Get back! Get back!

Shit, that's tear gas!

CELESTE: Cover your mouth, cover your nose!

[JOSIAH COUGHING]

- Run, baby! - [GUN COCKS]

- Run! - Go! Get her out of here!

[DAISY SCREAMS]

- [GUNSHOTS] - JOSIAH: I'll hold him off!

- Go! - CELESTE: Go, baby!

[BOTH COUGHING]

You okay, baby? You good?

- DAISY: Yeah. - Yeah?

- [CHAINSAW WHIRRING] - [DAISY SCREAMING]

Bubba, run! Run!

Run, baby, run!

Over here!

[SCREAMING]

- [DAISY SCREAMING] - CELESTE: Run!

Get to the house, baby!

[KOVACKS SCREAMING]

CELESTE: Go, go!

- You okay? Yeah? You good? - DAISY: Yeah.

I don't fucking understand! I shot him like a dozen times.

- CELESTE: Oh, baby. - [GUN CLICKS]

- Is she hurt? - CELESTE: No, she's fine.

[SIGHS]

Probably just a little trauma, but she'll grow out of it.

- CELESTE: All right? - Mm-hmm.

- Are you okay? - DAISY: Yeah.

- CELESTE: Okay. - Is that your only gun?

- [GUNSHOT] - Oh!

Stay back! Stay behind me.

JOSIAH: Hey! It's me! Open the door!

- [BANGING ON DOOR] - [SIGHS IN RELIEF]

- JOSIAH: Hey! Let me in! - Josiah!

- [JOSIAH GROANS] - [DOOR RATTLES]

- Let me in! - [CELESTE SIGHS]

Fuck, he's hurt! Hold that!

Come in, come in, come in!

JOSIAH: [GROANING] Ow! Ow! Ow!

[CELESTE GRUNTS]

[GROANING IN PAIN]

[PANTING] Here, I got you.

That creepy bastard nicked me pretty good.

CELESTE: Oh, God.

[JOSIAH WHIMPERS]

CELESTE: Oh, God, I need a towel.

All right, um... What size?

I don't fucking know. A fucking towel!

Fuck. [SIGHS]

- [JOSIAH GROANING] - CELESTE: Here. Hold that.

Hold that. Hold that tight.

It's just a little scratch.

Yeah, okay, baby. It's just a scratch.

- Yeah, just a scratch. - [BREATHING SHAKILY]

[LOW GROWLING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

[UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYING]

[JOSIAH GROANING]

We can't stay in here long.

You're right. Hold the pressure, okay?

They have military training.

They're gonna smoke us out again.

You're gonna be okay, Josiah.

What the hell are we gonna do?

Well, we need a fucking plan.

Cover yourself!

- [DAISY SCREAMS] - [GAS HISSING]

Motherfuckers! [SCREAMING]

- Shit... - [CELESTE GRUNTS]

Okay, okay! Someone with some fucking cojones

has to make a run for my cruiser, use the radio

and call for some fucking backup.

You got the cojones. You go.

No, mamacita. I'm talking about

some mucho grande cojones for this.

It's time for you to grow grande cojones, dude.

All right. Okay.

- I'll fucking do it. - What about your ankle?

[SIGHING] Yeah, it's a little bit better, thank you.

- Can you fucking go? - KOVACKS: Yeah. How many

bullets you got left in that thing?

- About two. - All right,

I'm gonna go for it.

You guys get your asses in my car

and we'll get the fuck out of here, all right?

Jesus fucking Christ, just go!

- Go! - Fuck! [SCREAMING]

- Okay! - [BOTH PANTING]

Hey.

You're a shit fucking neighbor,

but you're a good man.

I got you.

[KOVACKS SCREAMING]

[THRILLING MUSIC PLAYING]

[CHAINSAW ROARS]

Oh, fuck! Fuck! [SCREAMING]

[CHAINSAW ROARING]

- [GUNSHOT] - [KOVACKS SCREAMS]

Oh, God!

Fuck.

That's your last bullet.

Yeah, Mommy knows that.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[GRUNTS]

[MUFFLED FIRING]

- [MUFFLED SCREAM] - [MUFFLED EXPLOSION]

- [METAL RING TINKLING] - [SKIN TEAR SQUELCHING]

[EXHALES]

[WHISPERS] Come on, baby. You got this.

Come on.

[MUFFLED SCREAM]

[EXHALES]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT ECHOES]

You blew that motherfucker's brains out.

[LAUGHS]

- [CHAINSAW ROARING] - [BLOOD SPUTTERING]

[GURGLING]

[SHOUTS]

- [WINCES] - [THE COCKROACH GROWLS]

Fuck! What the fuck?

- [SPUTTERING] - [CHAINSAW HISSING]

[PANTING]

Fuck!

[ENGINE STARTS]

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR RADIO]

- [SIREN WAILING] - Uh, yeah, uh...

This is Kovacks to base. Uh...

We got a shooting over here at the Windy Oasis Trailer Park.

We need everyone you got. We need everyone fucking now!

Hey, he's coming. You ready, Josiah?

- [THUDS] - [EXCLAIMS]

Oh, my God! I ran over a man! [SHOUTS]

- Hey. - DAISY: Josiah?

CELESTE: Come on, let's go. Come on.

I'm okay.

I just need to rest.

For a few...

Come on, old fool.

- Don't do this to me. - [SIREN APPROACHING]

[TIRES SCREECH]

KOVACKS: Come on!

Come on.

Josiah.

Hey!

- [DOOR SLAMS OPEN] - [CELESTE EXCLAIMS]

[DAISY SCREAMS]

CELESTE: Come on!

- Get in! Come on! - [DAISY SCREAMS]

Go, go!

- Go, go, go, go! - [KOVACKS EXCLAIMS]

Bye, bitch! [LAUGHS]

[CELESTE SCREAMS]

- [SCREAMING] - [MENACING MUSIC PLAYS]

- [DAISY SCREAMS] - [CELESTE GRUNTS]

- [THE CRYBABY GROWLS] - [GRUNTING]

- [KNIFE STABBING] - [SCREAMING]

- [KOVACKS YELLING] - [FLESH SQUELCHING]

- [CAR ENGINE ROARS] - [DAISY SCREAMS]

[SIREN WAILING]

[MUFFLED GUNSHOTS]

- [METAL DUMPSTER SCRAPING] - [DEBRIS CLANKING]

[GROWLS]

[METAL SQUEAKING]

- [FUMES HISSING] - [GLASS SHARDS TINKLING]

[THE CRYBABY GURGLES]

[MUFFLED WIND BLOWING]

[GASPS, BREATHING HEAVILY]

Mom?

Mom!

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

[THE BUTCHER GROWLS]

[GASPING]

[CAR DOOR THUDDING]

[DAISY GRUNTS]

[SCREAMS]

[GROWLING]

[DAISY SCREAMS]

[PANTING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[FAINT THUDDING]

[RUSTLING]

- [METALLIC BLADE SCRAPES] - [SCREAMS]

- [GROWLS] - [WOOD CREAKS]

[WHIMPERS]

[THE BUTCHER GROWLING]

[DAISY WHIMPERING]

[GASPS]

[SCREAMING]

[THE BUTCHER GRUNTS]

- [METALLIC BLADE THUDS] - [GROWLS]

[PANTING, WHIMPERING]

CELESTE: Daisy!

Over here!

- [THE BUTCHER GROWLS] - [SCREAMS]

Run, baby! Get behind the truck, now!

- [DAISY PANTING] - [OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]

[PANICKED BREATHING]

No fucking way.

[GROWLS]

I saw you die.

Oh, you fucked with the wrong mom.

- [GRUNTS] - [CHAINSAW ROARS]

Come on, you little bitch!

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

[YELLING]

[CHAINSAW ROARING]

[SCREAMING]

- [CHAINSAW ROARS] - [FLESH SQUELCHES]

[THUDDING ECHOES]

[DISQUIETING MUSIC PLAYING]

[CELESTE GRUNTS]

[CHAINSAW ROARING]

[SCREAMING]

[FLESH SQUELCHING]

[PANTING]

Mommy!

- [GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING] - [WHIMPERING]

[BOTH CRYING]

It's okay, Mommy. It's okay now.

[CRYING CONTINUES]

CELESTE: [SOBBING] We're okay.

[LOW ROUSING MUSIC PLAYING]

[METAL CHAINS RATTLING]

[RESOLUTE MUSIC PLAYING]

[GROANS]

Shit.

DAISY: Josiah!

[GRUNTS]

[CHUCKLES]

You just don't quit, do you, old man?

You neither, I reckon.

Kovacks?

Damn. [GROANING IN PAIN]

[VEHICLES APPROACHING]

Stay with Josiah.

Okay.

[RESOLUTE MUSIC CONTINUES]

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

CELESTE: Hey.

He needs some help.

You look like you could use

some medical attention yourself, ma'am.

I'm fine. Do him first.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

What the fuck? Get the... Get the fuck out of here.

Are you the only survivors?

The three of us. Yes.

CYRUS: Hmm.

You did that?

- [CAR DOORS CLOSE] - [ENGINE STARTS]

Who the fuck are you?

Your government, ma'am.

For reasons related to national security,

you now have a couple of options.

One is that we can comfortably relocate

you and your... your daughter

once you agree to a set of binding nondisclosure terms.

What's my other option?

- Not as good. - [AUDIO FEEDBACK]

[INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER RADIO]

Who were they, anyway?

Domestic terrorists.

Bullshit.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

Yeah...

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

Would you...

consider some advice, ma'am?

Do I look like I need some?

Don't ask too many questions.

The best thing for you and your daughter would be

to forget that last night ever happened.

I don't think I can do that.

Then fake it.

Pretend. But don't ever break character.

- [HELICOPTER APPROACHING] - [SIGHS DEEPLY]

[SNIFFLES] Excuse me.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

[SIGHS]

This was all very unfortunate.

Yes, ma'am.

But in loss, opportunity.

The program has been tested in a civilian environment.

We must not let those results to go to waste.

CYRUS: No, ma'am.

What about the witnesses?

We must not let them go to waste either.

Put them somewhere safe for now.

Somewhere they can be watched.

Yes, ma'am.

[POP GOSPEL SONG PLAYING]

I think Mommy is ready for a move.

[SONG CONTINUES]

[SONG ENDS]

[PUNK ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC FADES]

[EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC ENDS]