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(dramatic orchestral music)

(dramatic music)

(waves swishing)

(dramatic foreboding music)

(dramatic foreboding music continues)

(labored breathing)

(frantic suspenseful music)

(woman screams)

(woman grunting)

(woman screaming)

- Please don't hurt me, please.

(woman screaming)

(upbeat rock music)

(rock music continues)

♪ I'm back on my game ♪

♪ Rockin' these rings ♪

♪ All that and no shame ♪

♪ Well bring on the backseat I'm falsy and flashy ♪

♪ So bring the champagne ♪

♪ Time choose perfume got me feeling so damn cute ♪

♪ No blues, yeah I'm feeling so high ♪

♪ About to elevate the style ♪

♪ so you get the view ♪

♪ When I walk into the room ♪

♪ Everything that I make ♪

♪ Every look I create ♪

♪ Yeah I elevate the mood ♪

♪ Change the game, make the rules ♪

♪ Everything that I touch ♪

♪ Goes from good to great ♪

♪ Yeah I elevate ♪

(upbeat rock music continues)

♪ Oh I wanna elevate the cycle ♪

(tree crackling)

(engine roars)

- How long until we reach the site?

Hey, you with me?

- I had a greenhorn like you once before,

all jitters and nerves.

Couldn't make it through his first day without screwing up.

Had to learn how to write again with his left hand.

Things happen out here fast,

and when they do people die.

- Sorry.

- Grab that map for me, would you?

- It's been a long time since I've seen one of these.

- Where's Route 216?

- I'll just look it up on my phone.

- Go right ahead.

(engine humming)

- Yeah, I got no service.

- I don't know about you,

but I like to stick with what works.

(engine roars)

Where is Route 216?

- Just up here on the left.

- I worked this piece before.

Good stretch of land.

Young, that means no widow makers.

That means you may not die today and piss me off.

- No, we wouldn't want that now, would we?

- Oh, no, no, no, no.

- Who's that up there?

- That's Lady Luck.

First season I broke my back,

played cards all winter.

She won me a lot of money.

Ever since, she's kept me safe.

- You're one of those who just believes in luck.

- (laughing) Yeah, I do.

- Well, that ain't me.

I don't believe there's anyone out there

choosing our fate for us.

Shit just happens, and you have to deal with it.

(engine humming)

- Anybody back home?

- There was.

Didn't work out.

- Now what is this?

- How are you, Sam?

- [Sam] About to make a day of it.

You've been gone for a while.

- Yeah, I had a little business to take care of up north,

kept me away.

Where's Reggie at?

- Smashed his foot on the Crawford cut,

he'll be off a couple months.

- So who's this?

- Jack.

- Well Jack, welcome to the woods.

You make sure you listen to Sam.

He knows his shit better than anyone around here.

Where you headed?

- West-facing Miller.

- Got a few reports of grizzlies up there.

- We got bear spray.

- All right, you just make sure

you don't wander too far off the cut.

I got a busy day and looking for you two isn't part of it.

- Yes sir.

- All right. Be safe out there.

(engine rumbles)

(soft music)

(soft music continues)

- Here's your gear.

No personal items.

(gentle dreamy music)

(door closing)

- How far away is Skutz Falls?

- Up that way.

- Saw it on the map, looks beautiful up there.

- Well like they say, get lost in nature, you possibly die.

- Why don't we just take these ones?

- We call this a cold deck.

They've been on the ground so long

they're all infested with termites.

Come across one of these, don't ever turn your back on it.

Smash a man to putty.

- Jesus.

- [Sam] Come on.

(birds chirping)

- You ready to work?

- Yes, sir.

- All right, let's get at it.

Come on, let's go.

(chainsaw buzzing)

(rock music)

(chainsaws buzzing)

(rock music continues)

(chainsaws buzzing)

♪ She ain't mine but she looks fine ♪

♪ Gonna take some time ♪

♪ Gonna make her mine ♪ ♪ Gonna make her mine ♪

(rock music continues)

♪ I'm the man, I got the plan ♪

♪ When it hits the fan, do all I can ♪

♪ Do all I can ♪

(tree falling)

(rock music continues)

- Okay, okay, hold on a sec, you hear that?

That's the death rattle.

One more time and give it all you got.

(Jack grunting)

(tree creaking)

(tree crashes)

Damn it, look at that.

- What?

- Heart rot.

It's rotted all the way through.

That's why we do a survey on the big ones.

Better they drop on our time than on somebody else's.

Are you okay?

- Yeah, (exhaling)

I'm fine.

- Why don't you take a water break?

I'll knock off these branches and when I'm done

you can pull 'em into a pile over here.

(Jack sighing)

(Jack exhaling)

- [Maddie] More bacon please, Daddy.

- [Jack] More bacon?

- More bacon, Daddy!

- This is Officer Pancake requesting immediate bacon backup.

We need more bacon over here, more bacon.

- Bacon. (laughing)

(Maddie laughs)

- Hey, you will be here?

- It's taken care of.

It's like I said, I will be.

- [Rebecca] And they're all right with that.

- I didn't give 'em the choice, baby.

I'm gonna be home so much

you're gonna get sick of the sight of me.

- Ooh, Mommy.

- Come on Officer Pancake.

- Okay, we gotta go.

- Right.

Yeah.

What's the name of the lady and the dickhead drop off?

The one with a stick up her ass?

- Jack. - Hey.

- I love Carrie. We all love Carrie, right?

- We love Carrie, don't we Maddie?

- Alright then Officer Pancake.

You finish up that bacon, we've got work to do.

I'll be right outside.

- Ah, I dropped my bacon.

- [Rebecca] Shoes on?

(chainsaw buzzing)

- Hey, leave that for later.

It's the most important time of the day.

- What's that?

- Lunch.

(Jack breathing hard)

Make the call, kid.

- What's that?

- Whatever you did, it's not gonna fix itself

until you make that call.

- Some things don't get fixed.

You know what,

I'm going to go take a piss.

- Don't wander off.

(foreboding music)

(foreboding music continues)

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(engine humming)

(doors clatter)

- Leave it.

Let's make sure he's done first.

This guy's a fucking nut job.

Yo.

(banging on door)

Yo!

Get that thing outta my face.

- You're early. - [Eli] I said 11.

- Oh, I thought you meant p.m.

- You think I'm gonna drive out here in the dark?

- Fuck if I know.

You didn't specify.

Here, hold this.

Gotta go bury a dirt snake.

- [Eli] Hey, is everything ready?

- Yeah, it sure is.

But if you plan on leaving soon,

you're gonna have to pack that shit yourself.

- Oh Jesus Christ. Come on, Bo.

I got shit to do.

- Yeah, so do I.

I got a couple homies in there, they'll help you out.

- Come on.

- [Jasmine] Let's fucking rest.

- [Eli] Get your fat ass in there, I'm not asking.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(chainsaw buzzing)

(Jack panting)

- Hey! Hey!

- What? - Quiet.

- (panting) Look.

- Fuck.

(Sam grunts)

(dramatic music)

- Get the money.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

- You recognize her? - Should I?

She's pretty.

- Oh, hey there.

Rebecca.

- Hey, we got nothing, no sign of that guy.

- Why did you leave the money in the truck?

Okay, you know what?

First I'm gonna kill you.

Then I'm gonna kill you and then I'm gonna kill you.

- I told you to get that thing outta my face.

- Eli, he took-

- Let's get back to the camp.

- He took the money.

- Bring the body.

- Hey. So what are you gonna do about it?

- Bring the body.

- Are you gonna help with the stiff?

- Fuck no.

- He's heavy.

- Yeah, that's a you problem.

- Such a fucking dick. - Anywhere, anytime.

- What the fuck did you say to me?

- [Keen] Hey, both of you, come on.

Fuck him, let's go.

- Okay.

- I got you.

- That's a fucking thought.

(labored breathing)

(labored breathing)

(wind whistling)

(labored breathing)

(panting)

- Now that is perfect.

Great.

I'll have the cash there by midnight.

- Ah.

- Make sure they weigh the drugs.

Last time it was short.

- You know I don't package this shit.

- And the other thing is

I need to check in on our conversation.

All good?

- I don't know.

I mean, these guys don't like new cash

and you're asking for a lot of weight.

- I've been on the up.

Enough of this small time shit.

I need someone I can make some real money off of.

- I'll ask.

These guys don't fuck around

and they'll bury both of us if we fuck this up.

- And I don't give a shit.

You tell them I'm ready.

You said this would lead to bigger things.

I need bigger things.

- It's outta my hands.

- Fuck you, JJ.

You tell them I want two fucking kilos or I'm out.

I'm out. - Come on man.

Why you gonna mess this up? We got such a good thing going.

- Then you make it happen. You hear me?

You make it fucking happen.

- Okay.

- I'll be there with the cash. Make it happen.

- [Bo] Can't believe this son of a bitch is still alive.

Well let's see how he likes impersonating a marshmallow.

So what you doing about the money man?

- Nothing.

- What do you mean nothing?

That dude's probably halfway around the world by now.

- Got a light.

- Fucker.

(flames roar)

(dramatic music)

(Sam screaming)

Ooh! (Sam screaming)

Oh Jesus.

(Sam screaming)

(gun firing)

Ha ha ha.

- Never seen anything like that.

(dramatic music)

(explosions blasting)

- Oh shit. Whoa.

- What the fuck was that?

- That was a fucking Glock.

That is fucking fantastic.

Now, what do say we go get our fucking money?

- Would you shut the fuck up so I can think.

We need to turn off the logging road to get back here.

- Yeah.

- And they were working

higher up the mountain than us, right?

- Yeah.

What?

- He has to drive by you

to get down the fucking mountain, you idiot.

- You two get to the road and find him.

- Well, at least we got a fucking plan.

- And no guns.

We don't wanna draw any more attention.

- I got you.

All right, let's go.

(Keen grunts) (engine revs)

Fuck this man. Hold on.

- You're lucky I found you.

Listen, next time you want to get some good photos,

just make sure to keep the dog on a leash.

You're in the wilderness out here.

There's not a chance in hell this guy

would make it through the night.

Trust me.

- Got it officer. Sorry.

- No, no worries.

Come on, I'll get you back.

- I thought fires were prohibited.

- Yeah, they are.

All right ladies, come on.

(gentle music)

(engine rattling)

- The fuck you doing, I thought he said no guns.

- Check the truck.

(dramatic music)

- No one there.

(dramatic music continues)

- [Bo] Gotta make sure this asshole and his truck

can't make it off this mountain .

- [Keen] You find it yet?

- [Bo] No. You?

- No.

Goddamn bag's gone, Keen.

Yeah, real smart.

Yeah, why not leave a bag of money in the back of the truck?

Why not just wrap a bow on it and send it airmail?

- [Keen] You think it was my idea to leave a bag of money

in the back of a truck? - [Bo] Well, whose was it?

- [Keen] The big shot.

- Shit for brains? - Yeah.

- Jesus.

(horn honks)

Hello there, I'd like my money back, please.

Thank you.

Christ.

That was my money.

- [Keen] Yeah.

- [Bo] You think I want to cook meth my whole life?

No.

(boxes clattering)

- Shit for brains.

- Keep looking.

(tense music)

- [Keen] You know what I have a better idea than this.

- Yeah, what's that?

- [Keen] Well, number one, I wouldn't be coming out here

to meet somebody like you in the middle of the woods.

- I'll be your huckleberry.

- You got the clown part down.

First of all, you'd be coming to us.

It's ridiculous.

You got a plan B? Or is this plan B?

Is this plan B or A?

Let's just find the money

and get the fuck outta here, alright?

Ow.

(truck starting)

(dramatic music)

(Jack grunting)

- Found it.

(men grunting)

- Get outta the way.

Move, Keen.

Keen, move.

(Keen grunting)

(Jack grunting)

Move your ass, Keen.

- God!

(Keen screaming)

- Hey, move.

(high-tension music)

Fuck it.

(glass crashes)

(high-tension music)

(tires squealing)

(body thuds) (engine roaring)

(truck crashes) (Jack grunts)

(fire burning)

(fire crackling)

(heavy breathing)

(Jack gasping)

(soft music)

(heavy breathing)

(wife exhaling)

(both exhaling)

(soft music)

- You remember Joe Jacobson?

- You were thinking about Joe Jacobson right now?

- Yeah.

No. (laughing)

Yeah, I just, not like that.

It was just, you know, he moved?

- When?

- A couple of days ago.

He bought some ranch in Texas.

Saying it's good town, nice schools.

Most important thing though,

he was saying how clean it was there.

That's all I want for us, for Maddie.

- But baby, you love the city.

- I don't love it. I like it.

- Well, I'll be honest,

I can't quite imagine you in cowboy boots.

(Jack laughing)

- Yeah, whatever.

You know what I'm trying to say.

Let's just get outta here, buy up some land.

Just the three of us.

- You really think they're gonna let you do that?

(faint rock music)

You're a city boy, through and through.

It's one of the things I love about you.

- [Maddie] Dad?

- You promised her ice cream.

- I know I promised her.

You know what, just gimme five minutes.

We'll be right down.

- He's coming, Maddie.

- I just bought myself five minutes.

(both laughing)

(men grunt)

(Bo yelling)

- That's just like punching a vagina.

(fists thumping) (men grunting)

(truck exploding)

(faint singing)

(distant explosion)

- Come on.

(truck starting) ♪ oh my dreams are sweet ♪

(truck revving) ♪ when I lay me down to sleep ♪

♪ Now I dream of you ♪

(engine rumbling)

- Hey.

- You made quick work finding those kids this morning.

- They got lucky.

There's something burning near Miller's Gulch.

- Oh, should I call the fire station?

- No. Probably just a campfire.

I'll have Jacob check on it.

(truck doors clatter) - Keen!

Keen!

Keen!

- [Eli] What the fuck happened?

- Motherfucker who took our cash can fight.

That's what happened.

- Where is he?

- I don't know, he took off somewhere.

- Oh fuck.

Your truck.

We can't let him off this mountain.

- Eli. - Come on.

- Eli, we can't leave him here.

- [Eli] Let's go, come on.

- [Jasmine] We can't leave him, Eli

(liquid burbling)

(rock music)

♪ Hey you, what's goin' on here ♪

♪ You make me feel ♪

- [Camper] Goddamn it. You can't do shit.

♪ Make your way up to the top ♪

♪ Take your breath and make it happen ♪

(rock music continues)

♪ We ain't never gonna turn around ♪

♪ Never looking to the ground ♪

♪ Now it's time to change ♪

♪ to make it rain ♪

♪ Make my way up to the top ♪

♪ Take your breath and make it outta here ♪

(rock music continues) (truck rumbling)

- Run!

(rock music continues)

(explosion blasts)

(rock music continues)

(trailer exploding)

- All right then, Baker, yeah?

- Yes, sir.

- You have any experience?

- Did some landscaping in in high school.

- Ever used a chainsaw?

- Yeah, I helped my dad fell a few trees.

- Sure you wanna get into this line of work?

Got guys missing fingers and toes around here.

This isn't Starbucks.

The reason I ask is because a lot of guys

don't know the numbers.

- Numbers? - Stats.

Logging is the deadliest profession in the world

by a factor of 30.

I've seen guys crushed, cut open,

hung, ripped in half,

a lot of other horrible things I don't wanna remember.

- What do you say, it sounds perfect.

- Pay is 16 bucks an hour.

Come back tomorrow, 5:00 a.m. sharp.

Bring a pair of steel toed boots,

couple of good pairs of gloves.

We provide the rest.

- Okay, great.

Thank you.

- [Jasmine] Eli!

Eli,

Eli.

- [Eli] Shit. - Look at me.

- Oh shit.

- This is not good.

- Not good?

Not good, this is the king of not fucking good.

(Eli growling)

Look what they did to Carl, man.

- We need to get these bodies in the hole.

Clean this up before anyone shows up.

- No, I say we leave it and we bug the hell out.

- How long you gonna make it on the street?

He'll fucking kill us.

What don't you understand?

- Fine, I'll go to Mexico.

They'll protect me.

better than working with someone with shit for brains.

- Eli, please.

He's right, okay?

Hey, hey, we need to get the money

and we need to get outta here.

There's no covering this up.

- No, fuck that.

We get the money to Oso,

and we make the drop like we always do.

And then we start over.

First we gotta get Keen's fat ass off the road

before anyone sees him.

We can't be leaving dead bodies lying around.

- [Jasmine] Eli.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

- [Ranger] Jacob?

- Yes sir.

- [Ranger] Spotted some smoke around Miller's Gulch.

Get your eyes up.

- I'm looking now, sir.

(dramatic music)

It's a little hazy but no fire.

- [Ranger] All right, keep a look out.

- Copy.

(dramatic music)

(water burbling)

(water flowing)

(birds chirping)

(water burbling)

(birds chirping)

(water splashing)

(Jack panting)

(unzipping bag)

(Jack grunting)

(dark music)

(dark music continues)

(Jack grunting)

(dark music continues)

(wind blowing)

(fire burning)

(dark music continues)

(fire burning)

(dark music continues)

(wind blowing)

(soft music)

(door closing)

(phone ringing)

- [Caleb] Yeah.

- Thought you said everything was cool.

- [Caleb] It is cool.

- Then why do I have eyes on me right now?

- [Caleb] Just go about your day, okay ?

We've got your back.

- Don't with fuck with me, Caleb. They know where I live.

- Here we go baby.

- [Caleb] Just be cool.

- [Rebecca] She's here. She's coming.

- Hey. - Hey

Come on Jetty Jane. Let's get you

up on your way.

- So my folks arrive at three, okay?

So don't be late.

- I'll try not to. I'm all over it, baby.

- You know what my dad's like, so-

- Yeah.

God, I know what your dad's like.

(gentle music)

- He likes you, really. - Yeah, yeah.

- Go.

Go get 'em tiger.

Bye, Maddie.

- Y'all buckled up?

Bye-bye, mama.

(car starting)

What is this?

- Welcome to my life.

- Love you mama.

(gentle dramatic music)

(car starting)

You like this one?

(traffic humming)

(quiet music)

I know someone's birthday's coming up soon,

and mommy says

you want to go whale watching.

And we can go on a little road trip,

and you're gonna see a lot more of me soon, kiddo.

I got some time off work.

I'll be helping mommy out about the,

helping mommy around the house.

(car engine revving)

(tires squealing)

(breeze blowing)

(Jack coughing)

(Jack grunting)

(engine humming)

(gravel crunching)

(engine humming)

- Yeah, he was definitely here.

Left his damn prints all over the place.

- Guys, blood.

This way.

- That guy's smart. Keeps moving.

- I'm smarter.

Let's go.

(dark music)

(Jack grunts)

(dark music)

(food wrapper crackling)

(dark music continues)

(dark music continues)

(dark music continues)

(Jack groaning)

(dark music continues)

(truck alert dinging)

(dark music continues)

- Jesus hell.

(dark music continues)

- Jacob, you got eyes up?

Jacob, do you have eyes up?

(dark music continues)

(truck starting)

(dark music continues)

(arrow whistles) (men grunt)

(dramatic music)

(Jasmine kicks) (Jasmine screams)

(men grunt) (fists thumping)

(Jasmine laughing)

- [Jack] Bitch.

- Hey.

Hey.

Pick him up.

Pick him up!

(dramatic music)

- [Jasmine] Get him, Eli. (fists thump)

- It's a good day to die, motherfucker. (yelling)

(Bo screaming)

(all grunting)

(Jasmine coughing)

(arrow thunks)

(woman screaming) (men grunting)

(woman cries)

(woman shrieks)

(tense music)

(woman crying)

(Eli yelling)

- Come on, Jack.

Yeah,

someone's gonna fuck that pretty little wife of yours.

(both grunting)

(dramatic music)

(Eli groaning)

(tense music)

- Are there any more of you?

- [Eli] More than you can count, motherfucker.

(dramatic music) - [Jasmine] Eli

(dramatic music continues)

- [Eli] This isn't over.

This isn't fucking over.

You fucking pig. (grunting)

(dark music)

(Eli groaning) You fucking pig.

Fucking pig.

(Eli screaming)

(dramatic music)

- You have to wear the wire.

It's the fourth quarter.

Let's bring it home.

Come on.

- I just feel a bit bad for Jacob.

He's a good kid.

- [Keller] He's a scumbag.

- Guys, quiet.

- Sorry.

- We gotta go.

- You bring him back to me.

- I always do.

I'll be in the car.

- Thanks, Keller.

(soft music)

- You know.

(soft music)

- I'll wait up.

(soft music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(escalating tense music)

(tense music continues)

(door creaking)

- [Ranger] Jacob?

Jacob, you copy?

(walking stick hitting table)

(Jack gulping water)

(door opening) (Jacob whistling)

(dramatic music)

(Jack growling)

(body slams)

(Jack roaring)

- Jack, Jack no come on.

(Jack roaring)

(Jacob groaning)

Come on, Jack.

You don't have to do this, man.

(Jacob grunts) (body thuds)

(Jacob coughing)

(high-tension music)

No Jack.

Please.

No Jack, no Jack, please

please.

Please!

- Yeah, Jacob.

Jacob, you got ears?

Jacob, you copy?

(shuffling footsteps)

- Finally, some luck.

(dragging bottle)

(Jack grunting)

Cheers.

(Jack exhaling)

- Jacob?

Jacob, do you copy?

Jacob?

You got ears?

Jacob?

Jacob, do you copy?

- Help!

- Fuck. - Help.

- [Eli] Over here.

(Eli coughing) (birds chirping)

You mind telling me what the fuck happened here?

- Long story.

- I warned you about this.

(dark music)

- Fuck you, Ike.

(tense music)

- Okay.

(Eli grunting)

(Eli gasping)

Nice knife, this.

(dark music)

Shame for it to go to waste.

(high-tension music)

(Eli grunting) (knife jabbing)

(high-tension music)

(tense music continues)

(gun firing)

(tense music continues)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(bullet whizzes)

(dark music)

(tires squealing) (car crashing)

(Maddie crying)

- Maddie?

Get down sweetheart.

You keep your head right down.

(guns firing)

(guns firing)

(guns firing)

(guns firing)

(Maddie crying)

Maddie? (guns firing)

(guns firing)

(guns firing)

(guns firing)

(car revving)

(guns firing)

(guns firing)

(guns firing)

- Wait, wait.

What are you doing?

Hey.

(guns firing)

(car exploding)

(thug screaming)

(gun firing)

(high-tension music)

(high-tension music continues)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(Jack groaning)

(dramatic music)

(Jack groaning)

(Jack yelling)

(dramatic music)

(Jack grunting)

(labored breathing)

(Jack groaning)

(dramatic music)

(Jack grunting)

(Jack yelling)

(Jack grunting)

(high-tension music)

(Jack screaming)

- That's my baby.

Get off me.

Get off me.

That's my baby.

(Rebecca crying)

(phone ringing)

- [Jack] Hello, it's me.

I'm getting out of the hospital next week

and I just wanted to see you.

I know you don't want to talk to me.

I'm, I'm going in protective custody.

I won't be around for a while.

Please call, it's me.

Hello, it's me.

(phone ringing)

Hello, it's me. Hi.

Hey, I won't be around for a while, call me back.

Hello, it's me. I'm going in protective custody

(somber music)

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

- [Keller] Jack look,

I can't find Jacob.

We've tried every lead we have

and the kid's gone, probably dead.

I'm sure the other shooters have gone missing too

and jumped bail. I'm gonna keep looking.

Sorry man, just wanted you to know.

- [Jack] Hi, it's me.

I had Keller get your new number,

and I'm sorry to call you,

but I just wanted to tell you ...

that I...

I can't do this anymore.

(motorcycle rumbling)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(doorman grunts)

- What the fuck, you?

(dramatic music) (bat blows)

(upbeat music)

(upbeat music continues)

- [Jack] Where's Jacob?

- I don't know. Ask Jesse.

- [Jack] Fuck you. (bat thwacks)

(dramatic music)

(door creaks)

(woman screams)

(bat thumps)

(motorcycle running)

(man grunting) (bat thwacking)

(dramatic music)

(bat thwacking)

- Where's Jacob?

- Listen man, listen man.

Go, go, go talk to Shelly.

Look, you know, you know I wasn't even there.

I don't even, I don't even know where the guy is, okay?

She's been talking. Shelly's been talking. (grunting)

(dramatic music)

(motorcycle running)

(dramatic music)

(door slams)

(dramatic music)

- Fuck.

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

(engine rumbling)

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

(dark music)

- Ike.

- So how'd we do?

- Give him the money.

Listen Ike, I wanna talk to you about the cut.

- [Ike] What about the cut?

- It's a little deep.

It's a lot of leg work.

- Cut's what the cut is,

or these deals can stop right now.

- Yeah. All right.

- [Ike] You fuck up, there's no second chances.

How are we looking for next week?

- Everything's on schedule.

- Good.

So I'll see you next week.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(gravel crunches)

(Jacob coughing)

- Do you like pancakes?

- What? - Pancakes?

- Yeah.

- She loved 'em.

Especially with Bacon.

Couldn't get enough of the stuff.

- Jack, Jack, I don't,

I don't know what it is you think that I did, but, but-

- More bacon, more bacon, she'd say.

- You got the wrong idea about what happened.

But I'm, it's, it is not my fault what happened.

That was Ike's deal, man.

I had nothing to do with it.

- It was irresponsible.

- No, it was, it was Ike's deal.

It was Ike's deal.

I didn't, I didn't, I didn't do anything.

I didn't do, I didn't mean to fuck you up, man.

I didn't mean to fuck you over, okay?

- You didn't keep your mouth shut.

(soft music)

- You're a cop.

- She was five years old.

(dark music)

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about your daughter, man.

But it wasn't me, okay?

It was, it was Ike's plan.

- Don't even worry about it.

You got your money.

- Hey, what do you think is going to happen here, man?

Ike is gonna kill us both.

You, you think you got some fucking grand plan here.

Ike is gonna kill us both.

Do you understand that?

He's gonna fucking kill us both.

- Her name was Maddie.

No way.

- No, dude, don't,

don't you fucking, don't, Jack.

You still got a chance here, man.

You still got a chance.

Stop fuck! (screaming) Jack stop.

Jack.

(Jacob coughing)

(tense music)

Jack.

Don't fucking do this!

Don't fucking do this!

No, no!

(Jacob blubbering)

(tense music)

Jack, don't, don't.

Jack don't.

Jack, don't, don't buddy.

(Jacob grunting)

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(Jacob grunting)

- Jacob.

(Jacob grunting)

(high-tension music)

(high-tension music continues) (lighter clicks)

(fire exploding)

(Jacob grunting)

(fire blazing)

(Ike grunting)

(Jack grunting)

(both grunting)

(high-tension music)

(Jack grunting)

(Ike grunting)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(Jack grunting)

(gun firing) (Jack growling)

(tense music)

(Jack roaring)

(Jack grunting)

(fire roaring)

(bottle smashing)

(both grunting)

(tense music)

- Why?

Just tell me why, why kill my guys?

Why burn up my operation?

Why not just run with the cash and disappear?

- I thought you might recognize my voice.

And then you never really listened.

- I know you?

- It's been a while since we last spoke.

We did a deal

back in Portland.

Didn't end well for either of us.

- You're Jacob's friend.

That fucking DEA snitch that cost me millions.

- You're smart. You kept Jacob off the grid.

Never meet anyone face to face.

That's why it took me so long to find

where you been hiding him.

- I put a hit on you.

There was a kid, right?

(somber music)

- My daughter.

- They told me you were dead.

- It's called witness protection.

Got out a year ago.

- So you came all this way,

and did all this fucking shit just to get at me?

You could have killed me.

You could have burned me alive in my own house.

Shot me on the fucking toilet.

- Thought I'd dismantle you the way you dismantled me.

- Fuck you.

Fuck you!

(strap snapping)

(logs rolling)

(logs rumbling)

(somber music)

(somber music continues)

- I was prepared to die.

(gun firing)

(somber music)

(gun firing)

(somber music continues)

(Jack labored breathing)

(wind blowing)

(phone dialing)

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

(phone beeping)

- Hey,

it's me.

I don't even know if this is your number anymore.

I know you don't wanna see my face these days.

I couldn't look at me either,

all I could see was Maddie.

(Jack sniffling)

Everything,

from her first steps

to her last smile.

How perfect.

(melancholy music)

I got 'em, Becca.

(melancholy music)

I got the fucker that did this to our little girl.

(melancholy music)

(sniffling) I got all of them.

(dreamy music continues)

They're all gone.

(melancholy music continues)

I love you, Becca.

I love you so much.

I'm so sorry.

(melancholy music continues)

(melancholy music continues)

- Jack?

(somber guitar music)

(somber guitar music continues)

(somber guitar music continues)

(rock music)

(rock music continues)

(rock music continues)

(rock song ends)