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BLACK ROAD
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Clyde...

Hey, Dylan, how ya doing?

Hey, man.

This isn't a great place
for us to do freelance work.

Reputable companies don't do
business out here for a reason.

Economy's in shambles.

I'm sorry man.
I can't help it sometimes.

That's OK. I forgive you.

Please proceed with caution.

Welcome to Jefferson,
the free state.

Sarah?

You should've told her
we were coming.

Hello?

She's playing shows
all weekend.

You should take me
with you tonight, Dylan.

I'd love to see her play.

I got this.

No more data
on genetic health risks alright.

I've heard it all.

All I said was,
you should adopt.

Careful out there.

Yeah.

Take your sleeper with you.

Thanks, mom.

And you need to buy
a real gun at some...

Hey...

My god, look at you.

Yeah, you know,
I'm going for the glam punk,

post-information look now.

I like it.

Hey look,
if I told you I was coming,

you woulda been stressed
for a month.

It's just me. Clyde's locked up.

I'm staying at Bruce's now.

The cop? Really?

You just need a place to crash.

Admit it.

No, no, come on.
I came out here for you.

Don't.

Clyde runs you.

No, he wanted to stay.
This was my idea.

It was my idea!

And you're two years late.

Maybe so.

But, I'm here now.

We can make this work.

I'm pregnant.

And I want this baby.

Cash only. Sorry.

I should be able to take
thumb prints in a couple months.

I can't believe it.

I didn't see this coming.

I had no way of knowing
any more than you did.

These are expired.

Yeah she's not
popping pills anymore.

So that's a good thing.

I'm sorry
it didn't work out, Dylan.

Remember how much
you used to worry about her?

Maybe just try to focus on
the fact that she's happy now.

I just need to forget her.

This guy Bruce
is a peace officer.

He seems to be eager
and supportive.

She'll make a great mom,
at least we know that.

First thing in the morning
you know what you should do?

Send her a hologram.

Tell her you're happy for her.

It'll help her...

I need to sleep...

and it'll help...

Hey, it was great
seeing you last night.

It was a bit of a shock, but

I'm really happy for you.

You look great.

And you deserve it.

I mean it.

I hope it's a boy...

if that means anything.

Thanks for letting me crash
at your place.

Well, you're almost broke.

Sleeping on Sarah's couch.

All we've got is a bike
that'll go 125 and a Sleeper.

And you've got me.

A military grade Super
in your head,

that I'd like to think
is still valuable to you.

We just wait then?

Nothing else we can do?

You already know what I think.

We go back to civilization.

And there's nothing wrong with

a day job until we
get on our feet.

You want to help me
bag groceries?

Maybe we can get lucky
and land a real gig.

A Chief Security Officer
at a mid-size company.

A security guard?
No way, man, c'mon.

My vote is we stay here.
I'll find a client.

They're not gonna be able
to afford us.

The bottom line is
I want you to be happy.

Well, if that's true,
we should give this a shot.

Got a free place
to crash for awhile.

Can you handle
being around her?

Yeah, I'll figure it out.

Okay.

It's really good
hearing what you're thinking.

You should tell me more often.

You know what I'm thinking
right now?

What's that?

Thinking I finally want a dog.

Yeah?

Maybe a golden retriever.

Get one. You should get a dog.

But you always struck me
as kind of a cat guy.

Fuck you.

Get two dogs. Get five cats.

Whatever it takes man.

Mister, can you get me
something to eat?

Hey sweetie,
I got nothing for you.

This is my mom, Abbey.

Hi. You military?
Not anymore.

I haven't eaten all day...

I saw a documentary
on the Army cybernetic program.

You got the surgery.

Maybe you can help
find me some work?

Lady, I can't find work
out here myself.

Welcome to the club.

I'll do anything that pays...

that's ethical,
that helps the cause.

I have a degree
in social justice.

So you come out to the
free state to change the world

and now you're on the streets?

How ironic.

Well you'll know where to
find us if you hear of anything.

Bye.

Hey, I'm about a month away

from mooching out here myself.

Fucking freeloaders.

People out here
are struggling, Dylan.

Yeah, now I've got ten bucks
and no credit out here.

Right.

There's nothing here for us.

The kind of computing power
you have and that's all you got?

Get us a job.

Get away from me.

Hey, hey... easy man.

Hey!

Put it down.

Stop chewing the root
if you can't handle it, Eddie.

Fuck this place.

Now get out.

Fuck this place!

Sorry about that.

You alright?

God, is there an
asshole convention this weekend?

Is it too much to ask
for one drink by myself?

I'll just sit here, then.

Make sure the jerks stay away.

I'm just not in the mood, ok?

Well, I'll shut up
for ten minutes.

After that no promises.

Cheers.

Shit.

Sometimes people freak out, like
I can read their minds. I can't.

Get away from me.

What?

You hurt?

God...

I just want to get home.

Can you... can you walk with me?

You want me to call a doctor?
I know a cop inside.

No...

How do you know it was your Ex?

He's a monster.

And a friend saw him
with a Cyborg last week.

I was waiting for one to show.

I thought Cyborgs were older.

The military's
a young man's game.

I'm thirty-one.

How old do you think I am?

Thirty... two.

In the beginning,
I was special forces.

But now I freelance.

They let you keep it?

That's part of the deal.

Clyde's useless to anyone else.

Clyde.

I know, I'm complicated.

But you're the one
with a computer in your head.

I'm a hundred percent human...
where it counts anyway.

What is he saying about me?

I keep him locked up at night.

Hey.

Are you coming or not?

So weird. My first cyborg.

You had some work
done to your eye.

It's an accident, I...

It's bionic.

Let me see that thing.

Haven't held
one of these in years.

Let me see your other gun...

Hair of the dog?

It's just so hot already.

It's a beautiful place.

In San Francisco
my view was a brick wall.

I could open the fridge
with my foot

from the end of the bed.

I can't imagine having
many problems out here.

I only have one.

I was thinking maybe you could
help me figure out my situation.

I've got money.

You saw what happened
last night.

I need help.

Maybe you could score both ways.

What exactly
are you paying me for?

Advise me.

Protect me.

Why does your Ex want you dead?

I guess he feels like
if he can't have me,

no one should.

Why not just hire a body guard...
save some money.

Cause I need someone who
can think and negotiate.

You want the job or not?

Lisa, look if...

if this is gonna fly,

you're gonna have to tell
me everything.

All your dirty laundry...

Clyde will find out
sooner or later.

I have nothing to hide.

Why did you two come out here?

So Sterling could start up
his new company.

He's developing
warfare technologies.

Where spirituality meets science
that's how he spins it.

When I first met him,
he was a shaman.

He was a healer.

He used his witchcraft
to help people.

Witchcraft.

And he actually thinks
the U.S. will buy his snake oil?

Well, not necessarily,

but there's a hundred & ninety
countries with armed forces.

Sterling did R&D
inside for Newcorp

and made millions
when Raytheon bought 'em.

And this new start up...
it's small, it's just him.

But he's got financial backers.

You divorced?

Not yet.

And I never had a pre-nup.

You have money though.

Well...

Years ago he set up
an annuity in my name,

and I draw from it.

So he pays for you to live here.

Look if I was inside,
I would sue his ass.

But I'm here,
and I need to get creative.

My money's running out, so...

I'll give you fifteen percent
of a deal you strike.

Consider this an advance.

I'll do it for twenty.

Makes the math easier.

My God.

Thank you.

It's a holiday right?

It's Thursday morning.

No. I'm good.

Guess I gotta go to work.

If you want to come back tonight

just knock on the window twice.

So these are the only visuals
I have from Newcorp.

The rest are classified.

Sterling Clark was
one of the chief designers

of the entomological
warfare program in the military.

As far as I can tell
he's had a lot of success

and has no criminal record.

And it seems Lisa Clark has been

in his shadow
for twenty-two years.

Technically this is
all his property.

Two thousand acres
owned by SDSI.

Sterling Defense Solutions Inc.

Just give me five acres
by the beach.

That's all I need.

You like her, don't you.

We had a good time.

You're unbelievable.

Don't get all jealous
on me now, Hal.

That's low.

Remember Sarah,
the woman we came out here for?

It's nothing.

Don't get your panties
in a bunch.

You know I never wear panties.

I'm shocked you
took on this client

without consulting me.

C'mon.

What's he got for security?

I don't see anything.

And since you jumped
into this willy-nilly,

I have no due diligence
and no signal up here.

I count fifteen farm hands,
all chipped and trackable.

Load the magnifier.

Nothing in the barn
except a couple horses.

Those cameras are turned off.

A defense company
with no security.

Maybe he doesn't want
his business on tape.

Excuse me, sir.

Hey, I was hoping
to speak to Mr. Clark.

Is he home today?

That black stuff...
I saw it last night.

Draw your Sleeper, Dyl.

Yeah... I'm I'm new in town.

We have a mutual friend,
that's all.

He is...

not home now.

Okay.

Well...

I guess I'll come back
tomorrow, then.

You okay?

You think you can trust
this woman?

What're you talking about?

I'm having my doubts.

You haven't even met her yet.

Give her a chance.

I'll take it slow, don't worry.

My sensors are
better than a polygraph.

Yeah,
what's she lying about?

I don't know yet.

But she hasn't told
you everything.

We had one meeting.
Of course she hasn't.

Now you're going to eject me.

Just like you always do.

We're broke.

Twenty grand
and a chance for a lot more

is worth the risk.

Alright.

I'll dig up
all I can find on 'em.

The restricted stuff's
harder to get to now.

But still we'll need to walk
through a full report

before you get in
over your head again.

Okay.

Tomorrow.

Everything checks out.

You really don't need to bring
this in until Clyde says to.

Hey, are the surgery's
getting any safer these days?

Why?

I don't know. Something's off.

He's acting different.

Questioning me...

N ot just about work either.
It's personal stuff.

Look Dyl...

In my experience,

any Cyborg malfunctioning
in the field

is from human error.

No offense.

This class of Super's
are miracles.

They're better than us.

He has no other agenda but you.

My advice is to be patient.

Work with him.

Sorry to bother you.

Thanks Dr. P.

Not a problem.

You think you can
make it fly out here?

Got my first gig.

Get paid in cash.

Hey, thanks for the message.

Are you free tonight?

We should hang out.

Bruce is working, so...

you should come
to my show tonight.

I'm up for it if you are.

You're not feeling it?

How do you feel?

You love him, right?

I guess I feel normal for once.

Kissing cousins...

Third night in a row.

Increase your dosage.

Write down everything.

When you chew it, how you feel.

Write down what you remember,
what you do.

And get back to me.

You got it.

Much appreciated, Mr. Clark.

Come around back.

fuck...

What if you bring
your cop friend?

I need to win his trust
if we want him to settle.

First thing we need to do

is get you two
in a civil conversation.

Hey, man.

Hey, so our friend Bruce
has left you eleven messages.

Turns out
he knows your client Lisa.

So from now on,
we stay connected all the time.

You know I have to unplug,
Clyde.

I'll lurk
so you don't get tired.

That never works.

I can't miss anything else
about your client.

You take one step,
I help you take the next.

Just the man I wanted to see.

G'morning Bruce.

Hey I know you're working
for Lisa Clark now.

Sterling told me.

You know she's been badgering
him for months.

Look I need to remind you

I'm not a cop,
and you're not my boss.

She's paying me
to look out for her interests.

And I'm asking you as family

to play it cool.

Get his side of the story first.

Of course I will.
Why wouldn't I?

He's a powerful man.

And she's a little slippery.

So don't come out shooting
from the hip.

I don't know what that means.
I carry a Sleeper.

I can see...
make sure he knows that.

Look I'm not trying to tell you
how to do your job.

I just want to
help you out if I can.

Let's put on some skates,
Officer.

Yep, we're gone.

Keep me in the loop.

Everything's fine
like dandelion wine.

Isn't that right sweetie?

Good seeing you, Cuz.

Sterling Clark won
a national merit scholarship

and studied computer science
at Oxford.

But when he turned twenty-eight,
he joined a commune.

Eventually, inevitably,
he took it over.

He wanted to be in charge of his
own little piece of paradise.

A place he could experiment
with his work in isolation.

This was twenty-three years ago

exactly when Lisa Jane Hunter
joined the tribe.

A high school dropout
from the San Fernando Valley.

They had a passionate
love affair.

To Sterling they were the next
John & Yoko or Sid & Nancy.

Although that didn't
make much sense

cause he couldn't play
a lick of guitar.

Tuning me out?

Where's Sterling?
Is he at his house now?

He's untrackable
and unchipped.

What money can buy.
Must be nice.

Yeah, pretty sure you're the most
broke Yale graduate in history.

Of course I am.

Well, all you can do is keep
going down the long black road.

Sunshine ahead.

C'mon don't start
with the Bob Dylan lyrics.

I've told you this before,
it's Jeff Lynne.

Japanese B-Side
from ELO's final record in 2001.

You were saying...
John and Yoko?

So anyway,

his commune supported itself
for seven years.

That is until a teenage girl
was found strangled

on Sterling's property.

Desdemona Jones.

An original member,
Campbell Walter,

ended up giving
a full confession.

He's in for life without
the possibility of parole.

Their own little paradise.

So was Lisa
going along for the ride?

Or was she actually
into all this shit?

Who knows,
but I don't trust her.

Seems like a gold digger.

But it would really help
if I could process her in person

so stop ejecting me.

The Campbell Walter case
was considered an anomaly.

After the fallout, an editorial
appeared in the LA Times.

It called Sterling and Lisa
"a dazzling, progressive couple

who charmed this cynic,
convincing me their way of life

was more viable
and fulfilling than mine."

Holding hands
around the bonfire

singing Woody Guthrie songs.

Hippie living.

They grew their own food,
lived off the grid.

Psychedelic drugs, orgies.

They even experimented
with seances and hypnosis.

After Campbell Walter
went to jail,

the commune folded

and Sterling took a job
with Newcorp.

Where he developed weapons
and got rich.

Yeah.

Looks like someone's home today.

Libert�, �galit�, fraternit�...

I said only one mouthful.
Go on back to work, Grandpa.

Stay calm, you got this man.

Be direct.

So, the Cyborg shows his face.
Welcome, Sir.

Good afternoon, Mr. Clark.

I didn't know your grandfather
was up here with you.

He's just
an old barfly I found.

I sobered him up.
Gave him a new purpose.

That's nice.

I hear you have
a new business venture.

Yes many exciting possibilities.

I don't mean to pry, it's just
Bruce encouraged me stop by.

The cop. You know him?

Yes, I've met Bruce.

They're called peace officers
up here by the way.

How's Lisa?

Well your wife is optimistic
we can work something out.

That's why I'm here.

She's my ex-wife.

I thought you'd be smarter.

You already believe everything
she tells you?

Well she is my client.

You Cyborgs are
all about the money.

No better than attorneys
when it comes to the truth.

Yeah, you're right.
We're all liars, thieves.

Contract killers.

You find Mr. Mohawk swallowing
swords at the carnival?

I'm afraid I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Hey, look...
I'm just a peacemaker too.

Getting busy with her
at my house, have you?

You've been spying.

Cards close to your vest, man.

I've been admiring
your little figurines here.

This one looks familiar.

It passes the time.

Don't look at him.

Dylan.

Dylan, I'm losing you, man.

look away...

Draw your sleeper, you hear me?

Nope... stop!

Let's go.

My.

Lisa's really sunk her hooks
into you, hasn't she.

I'm on your side too.

Give her the divorce.

You've got a Super
fused into that skull

and you still don't have
a clue, do you.

Somebody should really bash
those brains in.

Put Clyde out of his misery.

You couldn't make it
as a Green Beret

so you beat your Commanding
Master Sergeant to a pulp.

Dishonorable discharge.

Poor failed,
experimental cyborg.

Who have you been talking to?

"Divorce" was her idea...
not mine.

I don't want to see her face
or hear her voice again.

And that goes for you too.

You've got a big mouth.

Thank you.
I have a way with words.

And I don't need a Clyde

to help me figure out
what to say next.

I can do it all by myself.

We have to get away from him.

Turn and go. Keep moving.

Watch it...!

Go, go, go...

Fuck.

You got him.

He's out.

You alright there?

Dylan... Grandpa!

that went well.

He disabled me with his eyes.

I've never seen
anything like it, Dylan.

I was moving in slow motion.

Yeah, same here.

This cut's pretty fucking deep.

They tried to kill you.

It's time to reach out to Bruce.
Show him my surveillance.

So this one's for both
physical and mental digestion.

Everybody take
a little sip of perspective.

He'll be waking up soon.
We should hook him up.

Yeah? On what charges?

Assault. Attempted murder.

Voodoo.

A little sip's
not gonna hurt ya.

Maybe I should hook you up.

Where's that coming from!?

I'm just saying I'm not
the judge, jury and executioner.

You saw Clyde's surveillance.

You trespassed on his property.
You harassed him.

He attacked me.

You insulted him!
I told you to play it cool!

Sitting in his chair all smug,
playing with his carvings?!

So he feels threatened!?

You don't grasp
the government's role out here.

It's lim-i-ted.

Thought Jefferson
was about the individual.

What about my rights?

Deadly force is justifiable

if he thought
you were gonna kill him.

Look man,
you had a fight on his property.

He'll call it self-defense.

He's already tried to kill me.
Dylan saw it.

You've been grinding your ax

and throwing around accusations
since I met you.

And now you two
are shacking up in his house.

You can shut up now.

Well that was fast.

Easy... it's not what
you're thinking.

And how would you know
what I'm thinking!?

I've got a gig to play.

Yep, we're gone.

But first,
I'm gonna check in on Sterling.

You know,
get his side of the story.

G'night all.

Thanks for the drink.

You actually believe you'll have
a meaningful conversation

if you go over there again?

No, but I-I'm not
just gonna sit here

and wait for him
to come after us!

We can give the money
back to Lisa.

Pick up and leave town.
Forget any of this happened.

How is that even an option?!
There's no way.

Listen to me...

This is going to end badly.

Look, I was paid well
to do a job

and I'm gonna see it through.

This isn't the military Dylan.
It's not a command.

It's not an order.
You'll get yourself killed.

If we're smart and shrewd
and play this right?

If we're aggressive, we can...

Then it's pre-meditated murder

so you can get your hands
on his money.

And I promise every Super in
the world sees it the same way.

You don't like what I'm saying.

No, no. I have the right
to defend myself,

especially out here.
He tried to kill me.

I can't help you commit
felonies and you know that.

Bruce will arrest you
if anything happens.

The play here is to give
the money back to Lisa,

get on your bike, and let's go.

I'm sorry, Clyde.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

Dylan...

He's not helping us.

Nope.

So what are we gonna do now?

I guess we'll just have to do it
our ourselves.

What?

We need him!
I hired you for a reason.

I'm not sure what else he can do
at this point.

He already told me
all about you two.

What does that mean?

The commune and the sex parties.

I was young.

When I was eighteen,
I was still reading comic books.

Like you don't have a past.

I wasn't in a cult.

Epicureanism has been around
for 2,000 years.

It can be a fun way to live.

Fun. Yeah...

Was it fun for Desdemona Jones?

You weren't there.

I know.
That's why I'm asking you.

Anything I say won't matter.

You don't have any context!

Actually, you see I do.

I have a pretty good idea
of what went on.

Get out of my house!

God! I don't need any more
crazy fucks in my life!

Don't have time for this shit!

It was Sterling.

He got inside
Campbell Walter's head.

And convinced him
to kill Desdemona.

You have to understand what a...

suffocating force
he's been in my life.

Aahh...

Easy on me, Aphrodite.

Aphrodite? I like that.

Call me that.

He's outside.

Good morning.

Hi Lisa, how are you?

Am I interrupting something?

You trying to enjoy a moment
of domestic bliss?

What do you want?

After you zapped me, Dylan

I awoke to a profound conviction
to make things right between us.

I had a very nice conversation
with Bruce about it.

So...

I come in peace.

It's a critical time for us.

We're breaking ground
on some new facilities,

so I can't let this
distract me any longer.

We move forward
with the settlement then.

Absolutely.

Now, as I told you...

Lisa lied to you.

We're divorced. It's official.

She changed her mind.

Not content with the annuity,
not to mention the gold.

She did tell you
about the fortune

in swiss bullion, am I right?

I spoke too soon.

You're evil.

Can't confirm
or deny that just yet, darling.

But I will ask you
to withhold judgement.

And Dylan...

I will ask you to consider

everything I've done for Lisa
for the past twenty years.

In Jefferson...
we don't leech off the system.

We are the system.

So in terms of resolving
our little dispute

This triumvirate
is our best chance.

I'll ask you
to meditate a few days

on what you think a fair
settlement might look like.

Cheers.

Perhaps I'm the one
being cheated?

Shut up.

Shame doesn't help.

It never does.

In three decades most currencies
will be irrelevant.

As it is written...

"Civilizations crumble
but gold remains."

It's true.

So. I will take a moment
to propose what I think is fair.

And then we'll get together
and hash out an agreement.

Until then, be well.

He's right about the divorce...
Except he pushed it through.

He forged my signatures.

I got nothing from him.

What about the gold?

He has it! He's lying!

If I had the gold,
would I have hired you?

Maybe you just wanted
me to kill him.

He's in your head.

It's all a bluff.

He will kill me
before he hands over a penny.

If you knew that he
was never gonna settle,

why would you hire me?

Because I thought Clyde
could help us find it.

It's buried on his property
somewhere.

Forty two million dollars.

Three hundred ten ounce bars.

A hundred and forty
thousand apiece.

When we moved here,
he tried to hide them from me

in these bags of soil.

And he caught me opening one.

Ruptured my eye.

Detached retina.

Sterling flew in one of the best

cybernetic specialists
in the world.

It took six months to heal.
I wouldn't speak to him anymore.

I locked the guest room.

I was afraid he'd break in
and couldn't sleep.

And then I saw him leave
with the gold.

And I couldn't follow him,

because the old man
was waiting for me.

I left the next morning, and...

I've never been back.

Two thousand acres
is a lot of digging.

Well Clyde will help us find it.

Right?

One time this photographer in LA

hired me for a modeling gig.

Sterling threw a hex on him.

The poor guy lost his mind.

You alright?

That just needs rum.

Feels like ten ounces.

Sterling planted it.

Do you really think
I'd leave it out here!?

This is what he's good at.

Pitting people
against each other.

Getting what he wants.

Nothing's changed.

You believe me, right?

Is Clyde gonna help us?

I think he will
when this is over.

I won't lie to you.

I'll celebrate the day he dies
the rest of my life.

You'll learn
to celebrate with me?

You okay?

What? What... I'm...

What?

What are you doing here?

I had to...

I had to do it...

What?

Look at me.

What did you do?

I...

He told me...

to do it.

What's with the carving?

It's me.

It's me.

What the fuck are you
doing here, Bruce?!

I had to do it.

He told... No!

No! It's me!

It's me!

No!

It's me!

Clear the cobwebs...
Let's go back to the car.

It's me.

It's me...

Hey, enough of that, alright?

Look at me, Bruce.
What happened?

We... went up there...

Sarah?

Where's Sarah, Bruce?

Where is she?

she...

Where is she!?

she... drowned.

What?

She drowned...

Just throw it in the water!

Throw her chip in the water.

He cut it out of her?

He bit her...

He bit her so hard.

Hello? Bruce?

You there?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Tell him mission complete.

Bruce!

Mission complete, alright?
You threw it in the water.

Mission-complete...

What's that?

Threw it in the water...

Excellent.

Now come on back up.
Over and out.

No! No!

No!

Hey...?

Drop it!

Now!

And the other holster, cowboy.

Slowly!

If that was my real Grandpa,
you'd be dead already.

Where's Sarah?

I really enjoyed
getting to know Sarah.

One of my best subjects...

Back up!

She's untrackable now,
but she's safe.

I see you brought
Lisa's little gun with you.

Trespassing with a firearm...
that's intent to kill.

What do you want?

My gold.

I'm not greedy, just my half.

If you want to see Sarah again?

Get Lisa out of my house

and bring me
one hundred and fifty bars.

Pick up your guns and leave.

And Dylan...

Lisa will kill you.

She strangled Desdemona
in a fit of jealous rage.

I had to work my way
into Campbell Walter's head

and get him to confess.

I got Lisa out of jail...

I gave her a life of wealth
and privilege.

Even gave her a new eye.

And this is how she repays me.

One hundred and fifty bars.

had it all along...

Where is it?

Are you crazy...
what are you doing?!

No, no, no he has Sarah.
Tell me where the gold is!

he's lying...

Ask Clyde!

I swear to God,
I don't know... I don't know.

P-please Dylan,
Sterling buried it.

I'm telling you the truth...

he wants you to kill me...

Ask Clyde..!

You're just like him.

And you want it all to yourself.

You're a fraud.

If you kill me...

you won't see any of it.

Shit...

Yeah.

What happened?

Why is Lisa on the floor?

Where is it?!

Calm down.

What are you looking for?

Money?

Can't you see it
or scan for it or something!?

We'll need time

to shoot a good aerial scan
of the property, Dylan.

I have Dr. Paul in motion.

Stop moving...

Why?

You're in shock
and you're losing blood.

And the blade's
an inch from your spinal cord.

Just calm down,
don't say another word, okay?

You've lost too much blood.

You need better wound irrigation
a transfusion...

There's no time for that.

Tetanus vaccination,
intravenous fluids,

probably surgery.

Am I still bleeding!?

Not at the moment... no.

Please, hurry up doc.

Alright.

If there really is
forty-two million in gold,

Sterling has it.

What are we doing?

Talk to me, Boss.

You have to communicate.

What about those felonies
I'm committing?

Still got a problem with those?

My only concern right now
is finding Sarah.

Who's walkie?

Hello Bruce?

Hello?

What gives Bruce,
where have you been?

I'm headed to Lisa's
and wanted you with me.

Hopefully they've
killed each other by now.

There's someone in there.

Bruce?

Think it's a person.

But untrackable.

No, don't...

I can break this.

Up-right.
Up-down-right-down.

Sarah..?

what happened... Sarah!

Is it him?

It's Dylan.

Clyde...?!

I'm getting delta brain waves.

It's like she's sleepwalking.

My God...

What is this stuff?!

Sarah...

Stay with me.

Sarah!

Her vital signs are strong.

Your stitches opened up.
You're bleeding again.

You're losing blood.

Where's Sterling?

I don't know.

He's going back for Bruce

and we'll be there
waiting for him.

Copy that.

Looks like ol' Bruce
is still in la Ia land.

I just need a minute...

Stay alert, Dyl.

Remember I can't track Sterling.

How ya doing?

I'm sorry for
letting you down.

No. You've always tried
to do the right thing.

Just...

Thank you for letting me
come along for the ride.

I know it hasn't been easy.

Poor guy lost his mind.

Dylan!

Bruce!

Let's finish him off, okay?

You get the honor, you hit him
as hard as you can... okay?

For goodness sake.

Is this the problem?

No! It's me...

You can't handle it, can you.

it's me...

Here... here-here.

Dy-lan...

Dylan, I'm here,
and I'm trying to wake you up.

sorry I didn't see...

Sterling's shovel...

love you man...

gasp, cough, cough

Can you see me...?

Bruce, look at me.

You see me?

I see you now.

You okay, big guy?

You hungry?

You want a little snack
or something?

Ok. We'll get Brucey
some juicy-juicy.

Juicy-juicy...

But first?

Hit him as hard as you can...
okay?

Hiya, Dylan.

How's your head feeling?

A little woozy I imagine.

How's Clyde?

Feeling a little lonely?

Kill him Bruce.

So... now we get to discuss
a new arrangement.

How does that sound?

I can make you a...

a very wealthy man.

It's what you've always wanted.

Am I right?

I'll let you share...

You can't!