All language subtitles for The Wrath of Becky (2023) (1080p BluRay x265 10bit Tigole)_track3_[eng]

Mr. and Mrs. Gibbs,
I think I have someone here

you might like to meet.

Well, lookie here, Alice.

Oh, you must be Becky!

Nice to meet you,
Mr. and Mrs. Gibbs.

Oh, please call us
Ted and Alice.

And this is Diego, right?

That's right.

Welcome home, honey.

Welcome home.

I know what you're thinking.

"Who the fuck is this girl?

That is not the Becky
I remember."

But I had to play the part
for my new foster parents.

Yeah, these two wackjobs.

You know,
when Alice and I decided

we were gonna be foster parents,

we knew we had to move
to a community

with the best of the best
in Christ-filled education

and around here they're all
blue ribbon school districts.

Top tier, top of their class,
and top notch.

Well, I'm not sure what all
is planned for tomorrow

but I would love
to get enrolled ASAP.

Absolutely.
I planned on taking you there

first thing in the morning.

Wonderful.

Oh, oh, and don't forget about
the new principal.

- Mr. Serio.
- Good guy.

We've gone to the same church
now for what?

Six years!

And he has a daughter
that's your age, Sarah.

She's adorable.

She'll probably
be in your class.

She is in a wheelchair

but you'll still like her
anyway.

Well, will I get to spend time

with her in church as well?

Perhaps there's like
a youth group of some sort.

- Oh, Becky.
- Wow.

I can't tell you
how happy it makes me

to hear you say that.

Well, shall we?

Yes, um, it's just...

would you mind
if we said grace first?

- Can you believe it?
- She's perfect.

And just remember,
if you need anything at all,

Ted and I are just
in the next room.

My guardian angels.

Goodnight, sweetheart.

Goodnight, Mom.

Ted!
Teddy!

Diego, come.

It's been two years
since four Neo-Nazis

invaded my family's lake house
and murdered my father.

They were looking
for some stupid fucking key

that they had hidden
below the house.

Yeah.

That stupid fucking key.

But then, this happened.

Bummer about me
ruining their plans.

I'm sixteen now.

I've run away from
three foster homes.

I've manipulated,
conned, burglarized,

anything to keep me off the grid

and out of the system.

If you ask me,
given the circumstances,

I think I'm doing just fine.

Oh yeah, I fall into
my own hole traps sometimes.

Nobody's perfect.

Eat.

Thank you, darlin'.

This is Elena Cahn.

I've lived with her
for the past year.

I don't know much about her

other than the following:

She's old,
she hates almost everyone,

and she picks up hitchhikers.

It's how we met.

I fell into one
of my hole traps again today.

I saw that.

I had just woken up,

looked out my window

just in time to see you vanish.

I quite enjoyed the show.

You sleep?

No.

It's the same every night.

What about you?

Like a baby.

Well?

I always start.

So what's different about today?

I am grateful for food.

I am grateful
for a hot cup of coffee.

How come I can't say food
but you can say coffee?

Food is a human necessity.

Coffee is a delicacy.

I am grateful that
I get paid today.

Hmm.

I am grateful
for the novel I'm reading.

What's it called?

True Grit.

I think you'd like it.

I am grateful for Diego.

Hm. He's a good boy.

One more.

Wow me.

I am grateful... for...

Another day.

...another day.

You know, there should
really be a rule against you

always saying that
as your number three.

You only have to think
of two things

if it's always
your number three.

I get to change the rules.

I'm old.

Founding Fathers Breakfast
with a side of toast.

Thanks, sweetheart.

Do you see my name tag?

- I'm sorry?
- My name tag.

Does it say "Sweetheart"?

No.

What does it say?

Becky.

Yeah, 'cause that's my name.

Okay, Jesus.

Oh, sweetheart... Becky...

I asked for buttered toast.

There's butter on the plate.

Yeah, but... I like the butter
to be melted into the toast

the minute it pops
out of the toaster.

I didn't actually do it.

Hello?

But I really, really wanted to.

Shit.

A Jasper Hills man is now facing

first degree murder charges.

K-I-L-L-E-R.

Double E, Double Word,
twenty-two.

You can tell a lot
about a person,

playing a game like this.

How so?

By the words they're able
to find within their letters.

My brother made every effort

to play the most ostentatious
of words.

He was a real
self-righteous jackass.

Two Triple Letters, ten points.

I didn't know you had a brother.

Four brothers, all older.

Do you still talk to them?

Only one is still alive.

The jackass.

I'm sorry.

You didn't kill 'em.

Besides, I've learned that

for every person
you lose along the way,

you gain another.

Anew.

Ten.

Why have you never asked me
where I came from?

Why have you never told me?

Weren't you curious?

A kid with no parents showed up

wanting to rent a room.

You pay your way.

You help out around the house.

And I'd hardly consider
you a child.

You are eighteen, right?

My mother died when I was nine.

My father was a drunk.

I left home when I was fifteen.

We all come from somewhere.

And we all do what we have to...

...in order to survive.

How much does that add up to?

Fifteen.

Ten.

Nice try.

We go now to a developing story.

They call themselves
the Noble Men

and they may be coming
here to Fillmore.

Authorities are aware

of the risk of violence
at this week's...

The world has gone mad.

...increasing
the security detail

for Senator Anne Hernandez.

They say they've been tracking
the Noble Men

on various online platforms
for months now.

They have seen a rise
in activity

and they've noticed
a pattern of their appearances

within smaller communities.

Whether or not the Noble Men
decide to make an appearance

at the town hall
in Fillmore on Wednesday

and what that appearance
may look like

only time will tell.

So are you gonna seat us
or you just gonna stand there?

Yeah, wait, real quick,
I got a question.

Um, did your mom
actually name you that?

'Cause Becky is a stripper name

and any chick that gives
her daughter a stripper name

is a catch.

What is it with you and moms?

- I got a thing for moms.
- No, what he's saying is

he'd love to fuck your mom.

That is correct, yes,
I would love to fuck your mom.

Right this way.

Not a fan.

Come on.

I'm just saying it's weird.

Okay, I have a bad feeling.

I just want to make sure
it's just a rally.

Sean, can you do me a favor?

Just reach into your panties

and pull the blood-soaked tampon
from your twat.

Would you
shut the fuck up, dude?

Can you?

Look, Darryl will tell us
what we need to know

when we need to know it.

Darryl is a username
on a message board.

You've never met him,
none of us have.

He's an ex-Navy SEAL.

He's one of the fucking
Founding Fathers, bro.

How do you know he's not
an undercover cop?

Oh, my God.

Seriously, those guys
are on the message board

all the time, right?

Seriously, pull it out.

You're gonna get
Toxic Shock Syndrome.

That's a real killer,
you know that, right?

Look, guys,
I hate Senator Hernandez

as much as you guys do, okay?

I hate her.

But if shit goes south tomorrow,

I ain't going to prison
like those jackasses last year.

Is it weird, hating bitches
as much as you do

but also being one?

He's not wrong.

Hey! Hello? Yeah.

Could we get some coffee
over here, today?

Coming right up.

Why does everything
have to be like that with you?

You could just say like,
"Excuse me."

I fantasize a lot
about the things I'd like to do

to the people who piss me off.

I've always had
an active imagination

but it's really gone
into overdrive

these last couple of years.

All right, finally.

Thank you.

Wonderful presentation.

- You are doing great.
- Thank you.

But this one wasn't a fantasy.

Oh, shit!

- Fuck!
- Oh my God.

- Are you fucking stupid?
- I am so sorry.

You stupid fucking bitch!

- Let me go get you a towel.
- Yeah, you fucking do that.

Get the fuck outta here.

Burned the shit outta
my goddamn crotch.

It's okay, it's okay.

Get the fuck aw...

- You want us to fan you?
- No, no, stop.

Would you two shut the fuck up?

Shut up!

She did that shit on purpose.

Who cares, dude?
She's just a little girl.

I'm surprised she didn't
toss it in your face.

Oh, what?

Well, kill her if you want to,
I don't give a shit.

Go.

Yeah.

Bitches like you need
to be taught a fuckin' lesson!

Shut up!

Hey, that's a real
good-lookin' pup.

Diego, attack!

Diego!

Good girl.

Hi, Becky.

You can sit down.

I think she broke my nose.

You little cunt.

You broke my fuckin' nose!

What happened?

Apparently she broke
Anthony's nose.

What the fuck happened to we're
just ding-dong ditching her?

Yeah, we went with
Plan B instead.

Oh, this is so bad.

- This is so, so...
- Shut the fuck up.

Now when I'm done with you,
you little shit,

you're gonna wish your ass
was already dead.

Hey!

Put the gun down.

Oh, fuck.

Becky, don't move.

Yeah, Becky, don't fuckin' move.

Don't you speak to her.

Hey, lady, listen to me.

- Put the gun down.
- Put the gun down, dude.

What do you want me to do, man?

Put the gun down, man.
Put the fucking gun down!

- Do it!
- I'm puttin' down the gun.

Okay. It's down.

Good.
Now get the fuck outta my house.

Elena!

Diego?

Diego?

Diego!

DJ.

Yeah.

All right.

I want the both of you
to listen up.

No one speaks a word of this.

- You hear me?
- Of course, bro.

Hey.

Do you hear me?

She's gonna go to the cops.

Who the fuck cares?

I care.

You fuckin' killed her, man.

You shot her
in the fuckin' face.

If we get caught for this,
my life is over

and I didn't even
fuckin' do anything.

I didn't do any...

You fuckin' listen to me,
you stupid, weak bitch.

If I ever hear you say any of
that shit out loud ever again,

I will shoot you
in the fuckin' face.

You got that?

She is a stupid-ass
little fuckin' twat.

You keep
your fuckin' mouth shut.

And we are outta here after
that fuckin' rally tomorrow.

You understand?

We're gonna be just fine.

You better calm the fuck down.

He better keep the fuck cool.

Not a word.

How do you think he's gonna feel

when he sees bullets
start flying tomorrow?

'Cause I have a feeling
he ain't gonna be too chill.

Hm?

I mean, you invited him.

That's all I'm saying.

Everyone I've ever loved
has been taken from me.

Cancer took my mom.

Neo-Nazis killed my dad.

And now, Elena's gone.

I'm grateful for the home
that you gave me.

The way I saw it,
I had two orders of business.

I'm grateful for the time
that I spent with you.

I was gonna find my dog.

And I'm grateful
for another day.

And I was gonna kill
the motherfuckers

who killed Elena.

Back at the diner,

the guys had mentioned
someone named Darryl.

Finding him wasn't difficult.

Apparently,
there were only two Darryls

in this shit town.

I started at 2048 Denning Road.

This was Darryl #1.

Well, hello there, darlin'.

I'm looking for Darryl.

That would be me.

- Your name is Darryl?
- That's right.

I don't think you're
supposed to be doing that.

Well, I won't tell if you don't.

Darryl #2 lived
at 4739 Colony Road.

Something told me
that this was the Darryl

I was looking for.

Dear heavenly Father.

We come to You with thanks

for this meal that
You put before us this evening.

May it bless our bodies.

Lord, we ask that You provide us
with ample rest tonight.

Call us to serve You, Lord,

and we don't take
that calling lightly.

Lord, we ask You
to watch over us tomorrow

along with the other Noble Men

as we carry out that work
that You've called us

to the front lines to do

as we try to rid the world
of this filth

that has been thrust
upon our great nation

by the evils of Satan,
his followers,

and those on the other side.

In Your name, God Almighty,
we pray.

Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Dig in, boys.

I can't remember
the last time I had

a nice home-cooked meal
like this, guys.

Seriously. Looks delicious.

Thank you, sir.

Well, you can, uh,
thank Twig here.

He's the cook.

Yup.

Probably the one good thing

my mama taught
me and my brother.

Save for that,

she's a useless femoid
like the rest of 'em.

What the fuck is a femoid?

You don't know what a femoid is?

Yeah, man, you don't know
what a femoid is?

Oh, right, like you do?

It's like those things
from Austin Powers

with the gun titties.

No, that's a Fembot.

- It's the same difference.
- No it ain't.

All right, Jesus.

Fuck me.

Darryl, where'd you find
these peckerwoods anyway?

I didn't. She did.

Oh.

And who's "she"?

Seriously,
what the fuck is a femoid?

A femoid is
a cross-pollenization

of the word "female"
and "android,"

and it's the perfect way
to describe

nearly every woman
on God's green earth.

Bunch of gynocentric
evil lowlife bitches

hell-bent on destroying
any lesser man

that doesn't fulfill
their twisted sexual fantasies

or their financial fallacies.

Damn, son!

Let me be your Padawan, man!

That shit is
what I'm talking about.

Legit!

You're not hungry there, Sean?

What?

Your food.

You haven't touched it.

Is something wrong?

No, no, no, my boy's fine.

He's just tired
from the long drive up here.

But he'll snap the fuck
out of it.

Right, Sean?

We don't wanna be rude
to our host.

Yeah.

Yeah. Sorry, sir.

Why don't you take your hat off
at the dinner table, yeah?

Sorry, sir.

You boys can take it easy
on the "sir" stuff.

I'm just a Noble Man,
same as you.

It's all right, buddy.

Why does he have
to stay in this thing?

Oh yeah, he just hasn't been
feeling like himself lately.

Got in a fight with another dog

who fucked him up pretty good.

I just don't want him
to get all worked up.

Yeah. Or eat us.

It's good you're
taking care of him.

Hey, maybe we can
get one of our flags

with his face on it

and it could say,
"Noble Dog."

No, wait, even better:
"Noble Mutt."

Hey, you hear that, boy?

You're Noble Mutt.

Yeah, that's one lucky dog
to have found us.

Excuse me.

Motion sickness from the ride.

You feelin' okay, kid?

Yeah, good, I just
had to take a piss.

Come with me.

Yeah, okay.

It's just up here on your left.

Go in there.

You'll have to excuse the mess.

As you can imagine,

things have been
a little hectic around here.

Go on, have a seat.

So... when did you decide
to become a Noble Man?

Um, few months back now?

I mean, I've always
believed in the cause,

I just didn't go
to my first rally

until a few months ago.

Wow.

I would kill to experience
my first rally again.

Anthony says
that's where you three met.

Yeah. There was a march
back in our hometown.

They, uh pepper-sprayed
the shit out of us.

Well, it's good that
you were there to represent.

It's important that
we show them our numbers.

Have our voices heard, you know?

Yeah, for sure.

You wanna see something cool?

Uh, yep, okay.

Thumb drive.

Not just any thumb drive.

It's the only one of its kind

entrusted by our founder
to yours truly.

This is an air-gapped computer,

our little way to tell Uncle Sam

to stay the fuck
out of our business.

The 12 Disciples?

Whoa.

- Is that...
- It's impressive, isn't it?

I didn't realize
how many of us there were.

A lot more than twelve.

Yeah.

Did you know
that I served overseas?

Uh, yeah.

DJ'd mentioned something
about you being an ex-SEAL.

Army Ranger, staff sergeant.

Did three tours in Iraq.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

Me and my men, we, uh...

we were in charge
of hunting down

some of the real bad guys
over there.

Well, um...
thank you for your service.

You know, there was
this one night over there.

My squad and I were in this town

and we were looking for this
real piece-of-shit towelhead.

This fuckin' guy had
killed, like, fifteen of us

at this point in the war.

We get to his house.

He's not there, but, uh,
his wife was.

So, I put one of my men
out on lookout.

This sweet kid...

We called him Tootsie

because he was always
having his family ship out

those canisters
of Tootsie Rolls, right?

Anyways, I'm, uh,
takin' my time with the wife

and all of a sudden,
shots ring out.

Within seconds,
all hell breaks loose.

Bullets are just flying
in every direction.

Tootsie bursts inside.

He's bleeding
all over the place.

Shot once in the shoulder,
twice in the legs.

Shots weren't fatal
but he could hardly walk.

Eventually, you know,
the three of us,

we take cover
in this empty house.

Now, we don't have a radio.

I tell them, I said,

"You know, our guys are
gonna come look for us."

But Tootsie, he, uh...
couldn't keep quiet.

He's just screaming in pain.

Lopez and I...
that's the other guy...

we just kept telling him,
"Shut the fuck up," you know?

"They're gonna hear you
and they'll find us,"

but he just
wouldn't stay calm, so...

I took my hands

and I put them over his face

and I started to squeeze.

I couldn't stop.

Softer at first, and then,
I started to squeeze harder

and harder, until...

Of course, you know,
Lopez never told a soul.

He knew that what I did was
the best thing for the squad.

You see, that's the thing
about being part of something

bigger than yourself.

It's a team effort,

and each individual on that team
has to do their part

or they take the others down
with 'em.

One weak link
and the entire team fails.

You're not a weak link, are you?

No, sir.

You sure about that?

Y-yes, sir.

And what did I say
about you boys calling me "sir"?

Sorry.

I am proud to be in
the brotherhood with you, buddy.

Yeah, for sure.

I'm just gonna...

Hey, Sean, one more thing.

Yeah?

What happened to you guys
last night?

I was expecting you
around midnight.

Everything go okay on the drive?

Yeah, we, uh,
just had a flat tire,

decided to kill some time
at a diner.

Yeah, I figured it was
something like that.

Go on, go on.

Enjoy yourself.

Darryl!

What the hell you doin'
in there?

Yeah, I'm comin'.

It was right then and there,

scrolling through
that never-ending list

of pencil-dick motherfuckers,

that I realized Elena was right.

The world had gone mad.

And maybe
I couldn't save the world

but I could kill
some of those shit stains

and I could have a whole
hell of a lot of fun doin' it.

To saving our country

and to stopping the treason

one vengeful mission at a time.

To freedom.

- Freedom.
- Freedom.

Thought she wasn't comin'
till tonight.

Who the hell is "she"?

Who is it?

Well, apparently,

it's Becky.

Went to answer the door
but there was nobody there.

Just this.

Shit.

How the fuck did she find us?

I'm sorry.

You three know
something about this?

No. Nothing.

One of you care to tell me

what the fuck it is
you're not tellin' me?

- Just tell him, you guys.
- You shut the fuck up.

I think it would be wise

if you listened
to your friend here.

Yeah, what the fuck's
goin' on, gents?

- All right...
- DJ.

All right, fine... no, no,
it's cool, it's cool man.

They're cool, we're gonna just
tell him about the dog, yeah?

- What about the dog?
- We took him, that's it.

- You took him.
- Yep. Not a big deal.

- Yeah, but that's not it.
- All right.

- Shut the fuck up.
- Shut the fuck up!

All right, all right, fine.

We took him from some
stupid-ass little girl.

That's what Dickless here
wants you to know, okay?

What?

She was fucking with us
at the diner

so we followed her
and stole her fuckin' dog.

Big deal.

Is that what you wanted?

You happy now?

Is there any chance that,
that little girl's

name is Becky?

There once was a little girl

who had a little curl

right in the middle
of her forehead.

When she was good,
she was very, very good,

and when she was bad,
she was horrid.

I don't know about you guys,

but that was fucking hilarious,
right?

Yo, that girl's got some balls,
right?

She's messing with us.

Tryin' to make us feel inferior.

Oh my God, you know what, dude?

You need to calm the fuck down.

I think we'll survive
a scary nursery rhyme.

Yeah, this is exactly
what she wants,

to make us turn against
each other.

What the hell's the matter
with you guys?

Come on, she's like,
what, twelve?

Yeah, the girl definitely
still shops at Hot Topic.

No, she's a classic Becky.

- A classic what?
- A Becky.

Yeah, we've established
that's her name.

No... a Becky.

Let me guess.

A dyed-hair, loose-clothes,

at best a 5
on the hotness scale.

Oh, for fuck's... yeah,
we get it, man, you 4chan.

- Shut the hell up.
- No, no, no,

you shut the hell up.

- Fuck you.
- Fuck you!

- Fuck you!
- Would one of you please

just go find the girl

and give her back
her fuckin' dog?!

Yeah, no, no... no problem.

I'll do it.

Yeah, I-I'll go.

Aren't you forgetting something?

What am I forgetting?

The dog.

All right, look, man.

When we took the dog from her,

she saw our faces, okay?

Now, if I just go
give him back to her,

she's gonna haul ass
straight for the cops.

That's not really my problem.

No, it sure as shit
is your problem

if you want us
at that town hall tomorrow.

Look.

She's just a stupid kid
playing a game of hide-and-seek.

All I'm gonna do is
just go and find her,

get her to calm the fuck down,

then I'll give her
her fuckin' dog back.

Okay?

Hey, Becky!

You want your dog back?

Huh?

You come and talk to me.

You come and talk to me!

Hey.

Would you stop?

Look, I'm gonna give you
your stupid dog back.

All right, goddammit, stop,
or I'm gonna shoot you

right in the fucking head.

Thank you.

You know, you put me
in a pretty tricky situation.

Oh yeah, what's that?

Well, I'd shoot you, but, well,
then they'd hear the gunshots

and start asking
a lot of dumbass questions.

Hm. That would be
real annoying.

You're right, it would be.

So it looks like
I'm just gonna have to find

a better way to kill you.

The fuck?!

Your friend probably shouldn't
leave keys in his tractor.

What the fuck?

You better get me
the fuck out of here.

- You killed my friend.
- Yeah,

and I'm gonna kill you too

if you don't get me
the fuck out of here!

Then, you took my dog.

Your dog is fine!

That's what I've been trying
to tell you!

Okay.

I'd shoot you
but they'd hear the gunshot.

And to be honest, you know,
guns kinda bore me.

I guess I'll just have to find
a better way to kill you.

Yeah!

That's a Noble song.

Whoo!

That would blow up on Parler.

Christ, man, now what?

Don't open the door!

What the fuck?

Please don't open
the door, please!

Please!

No! No!

Darryl,
don't open the fucking door!

Darryl!

What the hell was that?

Did his head just explode?

Mother of God.

Darryl, what are we doin', man?

Should we go to the cops?

Oh, I don't know, Twig.

I got a headless corpse
on my doorstep

and enough weaponry in my barn

to start an insurrection
at town hall tomorrow,

so perhaps bringing the cops
onto the property

isn't the best course of action.

What do you think,
you fucking idiot?

Yeah, probably right.

You two.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Fuck!

Talk.

- Okay, we killed the lady.
- No, no, hey, no.

We did not kill anyone.
Anthony did.

- Who was she?
- She was just some old lady.

Who was she?

I don't know.
We don't know.

No, no, no,
he's telling the truth.

Look, Anthony wanted
to follow the girl home

from the diner and he said that
he was just gonna scare her.

But then some old lady
came out with a gun

and so, he fuckin' shot her.

And then we took her dog.

Dude, dude, dude,
that's it, dude,

I swear to God, man.

I'm supposed to believe
that a little girl

is doing all of this on her own.

Yeah, I don't fuckin' know, man,

but we're telling you
everything.

You should've given her
her fuckin' dog back.

Wait a minute, did...

did you just say "insurrection"?

What?

You just said that we have
enough weaponry in that barn

for an insurrection.

I knew that there was something

you two assholes
weren't telling me.

Are you fucking kidding me, bro?

You said that
this was just a rally.

No one cares about that.

You guys have been lying to me
this entire fucking time.

What the fuck
is your problem, man?

Fuck this...

Fuck this.

I'm out.

No, hey... hey, Sean, listen.

That little psychopath just
blew Anthony's head sky high.

She'll kill you.

I'm gonna take my chances.

Sean.

Sean!

Hey. Wait, wait.

Stay. Stay the night.

We'll get through this,
together.

And you can help us
with our calling tomorrow,

for the brotherhood.

Fuck the brotherhood.

And fuck you,
you psycho motherf...

Jesus fuck!

I asked Anthony
to bring me Noble Men.

Now, this is not a Noble Man.

What about you?

Are you a Noble Man?

Do you honestly think
I would say no to that question

right now?

Answer the question.

Yes.

I'm a fucking Noble Man.

Good.

Move the body.

You may want
to invest in one of those

power washers for the
front of your house.

Are you having fun?

Wicked fun. You?

I think that
I'm beginning to like you.

Too bad the feeling
isn't mutual.

I'm told that my houseguests
upset you last night.

Yeah, you could say that.

What is she saying?

Yeah, what's she saying?

I wanted to keep things cordial,

give you your dog back, but...

you seem to have other plans.

I would, uh, love
to play with you,

really would, but unfortunately,

I have more pressing business
to attend to.

It's not a bad plan,

you know, the one you have to
attack town hall tomorrow.

What the hell's goin' on,
Darryl?

You're fuckin' with
the wrong guy, little girl.

I have photo evidence
from your little command center.

We should really talk

about that creepy Senator
Hernandez mannequin, BT-dubs.

Did you buy that wig,

or is it something you enjoy
in your downtime?

Maybe I should just put a bullet
in your dog's skull right now.

Do it and I'll send
all the photos

to the sheriff's office
the second I hear a gunshot.

Every single one
of you fake patriotic fuckers

will go down.

Yo, could you just tell me
if she's coming for me

since technically I'm the one
who fucked up her dog?

Fuck it, I'm gonna end this.

Gotta admit, you got me
between a rock and a hard place.

Oh, good, then I'm doing
something right.

You know what, fuck your dog.

I'm just gonna have to kill you.

You could,
but then you'd never find

where I hid your thumb drive,

and I bet a lot of people
would love to see

that list of douchebags.

You're fuckin' dead.

Cool, just one more thing
real quick,

your friend on the dock
could use a hand.

She's got a crossbow!

She's got a fucking crossbow!

Get it out, Darryl, get it out!

Calm down!
All right, hold still.

Wait, what are you gonna do?

What are you gonna do?!

Ah, fuck!

Wait, what are you doing?

Twig, she has the USB!

I'm gonna fuckin' kill you!

Eat shit, you little bitch.

- She dead yet?
- She has the list.

- What list?
- The fucking list!

You can say that as many times
as you want, man,

I'll still have no fucking idea
what you're talking about!

No, no, no, hey,
no, stop, please.

You're gonna stop him
from killing that girl,

and then you're gonna bring
her back to me alive,

and if you don't,
you will fucking wish

she was the one
who was slaughtering you!

- You get me?
- I get you.

- You fucking get me?!
- I fucking get you!

Go!

Fuck this shit!

Motherfucker.

Hey!

Stop!

Looks like
someone's trapped, huh?

You're not gettin' out of this
barn alive, I'll tell you that.

Oh, fuck me.

No!

No!

No!

I wish, but I couldn't
find the keys to that one.

Still, I managed.

I have a kid!

I have a kid!

A baby boy,

and a wife.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I act like I'm a tough guy,
but I'm not.

I act like I hate women,
but I don't.

I really don't.

I swear, if you let me live,
I will never say

another horrible thing
about women ever, ever again.

I'll love my wife
with all of me,

and I will raise my son
to be the best man he can be.

Please, I don't want to die.

I'll do anything.

What's his name?

Huh?

Your son, what's his name?

Fuck.

It's Adolf.

You gotta be fucking kidding me!

No!

Good morning.

You slept through the night.

Has anyone ever told you
that you cry out in your sleep?

Diego!

Try all you want, you're not
getting out of those knots.

Boy Scout.

You seem to have left this
in the woods.

You came prepared.

True Grit.

You've got grit.

I'll give you that.

I also found this.

I figured it was nothing,
but then...

Looks like coordinates.

I think I'll keep it.

Darryl,

you out there talking
to yourself or what?

I'd introduce you two,
but I'm told you already met.

Well...

hello there, darling.

Remember me?

You look confused.

Is it the name?

Now who says only men can name
their kids after themselves?

I may be the mastermind
of the Noble Men,

but I could still be woke, no?

I hear you've been causing
quite the ruckus around here.

So, tell me, darling,

where is the thumb drive?

I don't think you understand
the gravity

of what it is
you're doing right now,

but I would urge you
to reconsider.

You don't seriously think
I'll tell you, do you?

Your son said it himself.

That little piece of plastic
is the only one of its kind,

which means the only reason
I'm still alive

is because I know where it is.

Well...

how about this?

If you tell us,
there is a small chance

I will let you go,

but if you don't tell us,
there's a far greater chance

that I will lose my patience
and say, "To hell with it,"

and let Darryl here
have his way with you.

So, I'm gonna ask you
once again, sugar.

Where is the thumb drive?

Told you.

Well, you weren't kiddin'.

I think we might be goin'
about this all wrong.

Maybe you should join us, honey.

Hell, we could use some more
of that feisty female energy.

I'll pass.

Aw, shucks.

That's a shame.

Get him.

You got quite the sweetie pie
here, you know that?

Yeah, we got to spend
some quality time together

while you were, uh, sleepin'.

I guess the boys were
a little bit busy, you know,

dealing with you and what all,

so by the time
I got here this morning,

they had forgotten
to let the poor thing out.

So I took him out
to do his business.

Didn't I? Yeah.

Heel.

That's my boy!

Yes, that's my boy.

Incredible, isn't it?

Dogs, fascinating creatures,
aren't they?

They love their owners,

but the one thing
that they love more

than their moms and pops
is food, of course,

especially meat.

Yeah, and does this boy
love meat.

Yes, you're my love,
yes, you are.

You know, I am a dog lover
just like you, always have been.

In fact, I like animals
more than I like humans,

and although it's been said that
I have kind of a mean streak,

when it comes
to these little creatures,

I don't have a mean bone
in my body.

Now, Junior, on the other hand,

he doesn't mind getting
his hands dirty, do you, baby?

Stop it!

Oh, he doesn't like that.

Here you go.

There, all better,
all better, right?

You just made
a big fucking mistake!

Darling, you are gonna tell me
where that thumb drive is,

or those mistakes
are gonna keep on happening,

and they are gonna get bigger
and badder until, eventually,

there won't be any air left
for him to yelp.

Okay.

Okay what?

I'll tell you where it is,
but...

you have to make me a promise.

Put him away.

So, name your terms.

When I get out of this chair,

and I kill you both,

promise me you'll go
straight to hell.

And how do you plan
on getting out of that chair?

Girl Scout.

God damn it.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Stop!

I was gonna let my son kill you,

but I think I'll do
the honors myself.

If you kill me,
you'll never find the drive.

Oh, you're right.

Sorry, pooch.

No!

I'll be back, okay?

You can't get hurt,
but I will be back.

Okay, I'll be back, I promise.

It was fun while it lasted.

It's not over yet.

Well done.

Diego!

Diego, hi.

Hi, hi, come here.

Come here, come here.

Hi, yes.

Hi, hi, come here.

I know, I know, I know.

Hi, buddy, hi.

Well, aren't you
two just the cutest?

Guess you missed my brain.

Guess I didn't.

Oh, shit.

Diego,

attack.

No!

No! No!

You were right.

He really does love meat.

Hello, Rebecca.

I'm Kate Montana of the CIA.

Do you know what this is?

I might.

That's a thumb drive,

and it contains the names
of the members

of one of the most dangerous
terrorist organizations

in the United States.

We've been following them
for years.

They've expanded
through all fifty states,

into law enforcement agencies
and government agencies,

and you, a 16-year-old girl,

you singlehandedly took out
one of their cells.

One of them escaped.

DJ Turner.

Don't worry, we'll find him.

What do you want?

Just want to ask you
two questions.

If you answer yes
to the first question,

I'll move on
to the second question,

but if you answer no
to the first question,

then I will be unable to reveal
the second question,

I will shake your hand,
I will thank you

for the service you've performed
for your country,

the CIA will forget
about all this,

and you can go back
to living your life.

So, what do you think?

Would you like to hear
the first question?

That's not the first question.

Sure.

Rebecca, would you be interested

in being
the youngest ever recruit

for the Central
Intelligence Agency?

Fine.

I'm looking
for a yes or no answer.

Yes.

Good.

Then I can move on
to question number two.

Are you ready to find out

what this belongs to?

Yes.

Now where's my fucking dog?

Okay, check engine.

Well, there's engine oil,
there's oil.

Something...

Piece of shit.

Oh, f...