We k*ll Them All (2025)

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Santa, won't you

listen to me

I got a feeling that

you just might agree

You know I haven't been

good...

(laughter)

- Hey, Megan.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- See you in a bit.

What's up?

- Thanks for hosting.

You can whip up one hell of a

last-minute Christmas party.

- Oh, it's nothing.

I'm just glad we managed

another year's contract.

I was worried we'd all

be out of a job.

- Something worth celebrating,

for sure.

So, things better since

the last time we talked?

- What do you mean?

- The purchase of this house?

- Oh. Um...

You know, it's a process.

Banks, they're soulless and

unforgiving, but it'll be fine.

We'll get through it.

- Fantastic.

- Cheers.

(chatter)

- [woman] No way.

Oh my God.

- Had to bring it up.

- I did.

And he was like oh...

Lane! Hi.

Lane, this is Sam, Brennan.

- Hi. Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

- Lane is my... my roommate.

My incredible,

much-loved roommate.

She's just back from Portugal.

- Yeah, I was away for work.

- [Sam] Portugal?

That must be some job.

- Pharmaceuticals.

- Yeah, she's a great one

to keep around.

(chuckles)

- I'm going to go get a drink.

It's nice to meet you both.

(nervous laugh)

- What? I'm sorry.

Why didn't you call?

I wasn't expecting you.

- I don't know,

I was too excited to see you.

I'm going to go to bed.

(soft music)

(fire crackling)

(coughs)

(coughs loudly)

- Oh, f*ck's sake.

(sighs)

Oh, just a couple more days.

Don't be a f*cking as*h*le.

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(sighs)

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Oh, Miss, uh... Waines.

Yeah. It's Lee Hughes calling.

Yeah, the owners at Elk Ridge

here have told me

to give you a shout when

I had the place ready for you?

Yeah, it's the Sleeping Beauty

in the Mountains,

that's what they're calling her.

Yeah, they said you were hoping

to come out

and give the grounds

a walk through?

(busy line beeping)

- I'm not doing this sh*t.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah. Oh, sorry, baby,

I didn't mean to wake you.

Yeah, I'm just, I'm...

- Overthinking?

- Hey, I'm sorry about tonight.

I panicked.

- I thought we talked

about this?

- I know, I know, we did,

and I feel completely awful.

I am trying, it's just that, you

know, these are my co-workers.

- None of them would have

a problem with us.

This is all you.

- You're right, and I feel

like sh*t. Okay?

I feel awful.

Look, I was just completely

caught off guard, and I'm sorry.

- Okay.

I'm just going to go to sleep,

but thank you.

- Laney, I am sorry.

Okay?

I love you.

Hey.

I love you.

That's it.

That's all.

- [Lee] You're coming

up tomorrow?

Uh... Oh yes, I've got the place

looking very lived in.

Banks won't know what hit them

when that big money

gets a look at it.

(chuckles)

You bet.

Yeah, we'll, uh...

we'll see you tomorrow.

I'm going to need you with me,

Jenny,

these next few days.

(chuckles)

She is just as hot-headed

as you were.

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(sighs)

(panting)

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(loud rumbling)

- Damn it, I hope

we weren't wrong about this.

- Middle of f*cking nowhere.

- Been tracking this guy

for f*cking years, Jimmy.

Who knew a scorer and a bender

out west would lead us to him?

We passed up on a good job

to trek all the way out here.

- What job?

- None of your f*cking

business.

You're getting paid.

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Holy f*ck.

That bar b*tch down in Wyoming

might not have been lying to us.

There's the old f*ck's Jeep.

Looks like we might get paid.

(brakes squeaking)

- f*ck!

- I've been waiting for this.

- Hey.

This here is personal,

so don't f*ck it up.

You're not even supposed

to be here.

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All right, head on swivel, boys.

Roman, you're with me.

(coughs)

(panting)

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(g*n c*ck)

(suspenseful music)

(clanking)

Well, the old son of a b*tch

saw us coming.

- [Lane] So, tell me about him.

Your dad.

I want to know

what kind of guy he is.

- I don't really know him

that well anymore, you know?

But who he was was someone

that I wasn't very proud of.

- He must have been a mess

after losing his wife.

I mean, not to condone

his sh*t parenting.

- Well, I was a little sh*t

after the accident.

And Mom wasn't around and...

Dad was never home,

so I started stealing his things

and hiding them.

And he got so mad at first,

but then it turned into

a little game,

and he would hide little clues

all around the house.

And one of the gifts he gave me

was this wood carving knife,

and we carved this magpie

together,

and that's why he calls me

his little Megpie.

I guess that's a nice thing.

- That's sweet.

What else?

- Oh, man. Um...

When I was a kid,

I was about five,

my mom, Dad, and me, we went to

the resort that we're going to.

- Mm-hmm.

It has a pretty decent

golf course,

and Mom hates the sport,

but Dad absolutely loves it,

so she did agree

that we'd go there

instead of Glenwood Hot Springs.

So Dad was committed

to making it worth her while,

and he planned this

whole dinner,

tucked into

the treeline.

He got candles, and wine,

and, like, deli sandwiches

from the gas station.

And we stole this golf cart,

and we sped across the green

and hid into the treeline.

And Dad and Mom danced to

the song that Dad was singing.

My God, I'd never seen my mom

smile so big.

It was the most beautiful thing

I'd ever seen.

- She sounds like

the most incredible woman.

I wish I'd known her.

- She really is.

I wish you did, too.

Now, how about that coffee?

(both chuckling)

- Roman?

- Yo.

- So, what do you got?

- Nothing back that way.

- Yeah, he's running scared

somewhere.

Well, there's more places

for the piece of sh*t to hide,

so... let's keep looking.

Hey! Keep your finger off that

trigger, we need him alive.

- Yes, sir.

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- Oh, I forgot

to give you this.

Don't flatter yourself.

Open it.

- What is it?

- It's a phone tracker.

You tap it and your phone rings.

(laughs)

- Why are you giving me this?

- Oh, you got a great memory,

but it's short.

We spent an afternoon in Maui

looking for your phone

last year.

That's a sunset

we'll never get back.

Just try it out.

- You're ridiculous.

Okay.

(phone pinging)

- Sounds like a future

full of thank yous.

- Oh, my God, you're insane.

Laney, I'm not 80 years old.

- If the shoe fits?

- Okay, thank you so much,

you're so sweet.

But I'm not going to need it.

There's no cell service

out there anyways.

And besides, all I want is

that cold pine, fresh air.

- I heard that's good

for dementia!

You're going to thank me

for it later.

What's up, you forgot something?

(laughs)

- Ugh!

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What's that?

- Anxiety.

You know...

It's just a pretty strong

prescription of barbiturates

that I picked up

a few days ago,

just in case you know,

anything goes a little t*ts up.

Don't worry, it's fine,

I probably won't even need them.

- Okay, whatever gets you

through the weekend.

- Shall we?

- Okay.

- f*ck! Jimmy!

Of all days.

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- sh*t.

- [Cody] Are we sure he's here?

(Jimmy sighs)

- What does that mean, Cody?

Considering that I'm rifling

through his g*dd*mn

Jeep right now,

where do you think

he would be?

Because he ain't walking down

the f*cking mountain on foot.

Not with them lungs.

f*cking brainless wonder.

- Maybe he got word

we were coming.

Maybe he's got the cash

and he's on foot, I figure.

- I didn't bring you here

to figure anything.

Now, you turn this f*cking place

upside down.

- Jimmy!

Jimmy, Jimmy, I just saw him,

he's in the parking lot,

let's go. Let's go!

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(groans)

(g*n fires)

(groaning)

(panting)

- [Lee] Jimmy.

It's about time!

I was beginning to think

you'd lost your touch.

- [Jimmy] Hello, old friend.

I can see that

you haven't lost yours.

Duke there was

one of my best guys.

Come on.

We got some catching up to do.

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- Hi.

Wow.

This is crazy.

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- Oh, this little guy's

almost our senior.

- You know we're, like, in the

middle of nowhere, right?

This is the only place to

get essentials

within like, a

hundred miles.

- I love it.

You okay?

(sighs)

- You know my dad,

he's not a good guy, right?

He's shot at cops, he's held

women at g*n point. I mean...

He's robbed banks, Lane,

did I tell you that?

- I work for Big Pharma,

we're both criminals.

- Visiting him just feels like

I'm stepping off a ledge

into the dark.

- That's called faith.

I have a lot of it in you.

Everything's going to turn out

exactly as it should.

I'm here for you.

Okay?

Hey...

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Oh God.

- What?

Shots, my lady?

I don't think

we're allowed back here.

- It's fine.

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- What are you doing?

- Come here.

I've been looking for someone

like you

A kind man who's honest...

- Ah, it's going to be fine.

- It's going to be fine.

- It's going to be fine.

It's going to be fine.

The kind of man who will love

me just the way I am

Who will love me, the good,

the bad, the ugly

- Where would I be without you,

Davis?

- I have no idea.

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(groans)

- What was it, Lee?

Two, three days you

were supposed

to wait for

me up in Waco.

Then we take the money

down to Albuquerque,

hand it off

to that crooked son of a b*tch.

- I waited.

You never showed.

- Oh, I showed.

Because I was waiting

for your dumb a*s,

Danny and his boys

caught up with me

and they took everything.

Left me for dead

in the ditch down by Belen.

- Well, thank Christ

for the Pueblos

and their salves, eh, Jimmy?

- [Jimmy] Cody, get rid of Duke.

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, what have we here?

(laughing)

Look at them girls.

That Jenny, she was

something else, wasn't she?

Megan's got to be what...

24, 25 by now?

If she's anything

like her mother,

she's got to be

a knockout, right?

- The money ain't here.

It's back in the city.

I swear.

- You're a fool

but you're not that stupid.

Aside from that ballsy move

you pulled,

you've never been

much of a gambler, Lee.

- What the f*ck would I do

with all that money

in a place like this?

The money isn't here,

I told you.

- What'd you say, boys?

Go and pay his little Megan

a visit.

See what kind of a flower

she grew into.

- You leave her alone,

you g*dd*mn b*stard.

- [Jimmy] You ever go to church,

Lee?

Jenny was a Christian.

I'm sure she dragged you off

a handful of Sundays.

There's a verse

I'm thinking of, in what?

Jeremiah.

The fathers have eaten

sour grapes

and the children's teeth

are set on edge.

- No!

(Lee shouting in fear)

(groaning)

- Your actions will cleaned in

kind by Megan,

your little girl, if you don't

use that f*cking head of yours.

Tell me where you put

my f*cking money.

- [Lee] Aaah!

- [Jimmy] Come on, Lee.

You don't really need

that cash, do you?

I mean... last I heard,

your cancer had you

on the ropes.

(coughs)

- [Cody] He's f*cking dying.

Keep going

and he's no good to us.

(loud cough)

- All right, Lee,

let's get you outside.

Maybe some fresh air'll

do you some good.

(coughing and moaning)

(loud shout)

Come on, Lee.

What's the deal?

Just two, three little words.

Location, coordinates.

- Go to...

f*cking hell.

- Lee.

Lee!

f*ck!

(sighs)

I hope you've fallen straight

into hell, you old prick.

(g*nsh*t)

- [Megan] So my dad got

a contract gig

with some local investors

to spruce up the place.

The banks took possession of it

over Thanksgiving

and yeah, now

they're trying to save it.

There'll be nobody else but us.

It's going to be

completely empty.

- So your dad's a criminal

and a closeted corporate stager.

Maybe he wants

to come out to you.

(chuckles)

- What? God.

- You know, back in the day,

he'd have f*cking k*lled

all of us.

That prick was meaner

than a rattlesnake.

- f*ck that piece of sh*t.

You shouldn't have f*cking

pushed him so hard.

It's going to take forever.

- If you f*cking speak

out of turn one more time...

(groans)

...I will burn you down

and light the match

on your teeth.

Turn this place upside down!

(chuckles)

- And to think that's him

going easy on your a*s.

(laughs hard)

Oh man.

Whoo.

- [Megan] He said

it's cabin one.

- These are so cute.

- There it is.

(soft music)

I got this.

- Key somewhere?

- Yeah, it's under the log.

- Under the log... Oh.

(chuckles)

Not exactly Capitol Hill, is it?

Ooh...

- Okay, humble abode.

- God, it's so much cuter than

I thought it was gonna be.

- Yes, because it's

had a facelift

since last time I was here.

Oh, wow.

(chuckles)

What?

- Oh my God, Megs,

lavender scented bath salts

and a candle.

Are you kidding?

I love him already.

- He must have softened

in his old age.

- Take it.

- Is there any Xanax in there?

- No.

Ooh.

But he did leave

some mighty fine red,

Fuel Plaza's very best.

- Perfect.

(sighs)

- Are you nervous?

- I guess,

but I wouldn't mind k*lling

a bit of time in here first.

- I have a really good feeling

about this.

- Oh, you have a really

good feeling about this.

- I do.

- You do?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

But I think we should

meet your dad now.

- Okay.

- Let's go.

- Okay.

Okay!

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(clattering)

- f*ck!

(groaning)

(suspenseful music)

(chuckles in disbelief)

- Well, well,

what have we got here?

- Is that your dad's car?

- Yep, that's his old Jeep.

- Welcome, ladies.

- Hi.

Gosh, what kind of

a place is this?

So elite they got to bring out

the big g*n security?

- Something like that.

- Somebody just pulled up.

(sighs)

- [Megan] Well, we're

here to see Lee.

He's my dad.

Do you know where he is?

- Megan, right?

- Yeah.

Yeah. That's me.

And this is my girlfriend Lane.

We're just visiting

for the weekend.

Is he... is he inside?

- He might be.

- Okay.

Um, we'll just go take a look.

Thank you.

Dad?

Dad!

Lee?

- Uh, Megs, let's go.

- Hey, we got company.

- Oh yeah, what do we got?

- Look upstairs maybe?

- Yeah.

- Oh, well... you must be Megan.

You know, you're a spitting

image of your mama.

We're just about to get a drink.

Why don't you join us?

- No, we're good.

Thanks.

We're just looking

for my dad, Lee.

(sighs)

Do you know where he is?

- Well, I could ask you

the same thing.

Seems he's disappeared

off the face of the earth.

Me and the boys were hoping

for a reunion,

but it just hasn't worked out.

- His Jeep's outside.

Seems a bit strange now.

- Megan here tells me that,

uh...

these two fancy themselves

as some kind of a couple.

I mean, hey, in the eyes of God,

that's blasphemy.

But for me, hey, I'm ready

for some sis action.

You know what I mean?

(laughs)

- On, come on, Roman.

We think it's lovely.

What would your

generation call it?

Progressive?

- Not really anymore. No.

- No disrespect.

I applaud your sacrifices.

That's got to be quite

the sight, right,

like if the two of you...?

- Okay, f*ck this,

we're leaving.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Whoa, ladies.

- Whoa.

I apologize,

that was uncalled for.

I'm sorry.

Come along now.

Why don't you sit down,

have yourself a drink,

your daddy will be along

soon enough,

we can all sit around

and catch up.

- No, we're good.

Okay?

- [Jimmy] Now don't be rude.

Here I am being hospitable,

offering you a place to rest

and something to drink.

Sit down.

Look at me being the rude one.

I haven't introduced you

to the boys.

That's Roman

and that there's Cody.

Roman goes way back

to me and your dad.

Cody's a fresh face, though,

straight out of prison.

- Let me guess.

Judging by the looks of him,

small-time crime

selling crack to 12-year-olds

and ripping off old ladies?

- You know, I bet you're

just as feisty in bed

as your momma was.

(groaning)

- Sit your sweet a*s down!

- Oh, we're going to have

some fun with you, sweetheart.

Cody!

You make these girls

comfortable now

until I figure out

what they can do for us.

(girls panting)

- Where's my dad?

And what did you do to him?

- [Jimmy] Oh, let's not get into

all that nasty stuff.

How about some good news first?

If it's any consolation,

your daddy didn't suffer

nearly what he was due.

- I swear....

- Stop, you're making it worse.

Please.

- You should listen

to your girl.

Cody, find something

to tie this one up with.

She's got a little more spunk

than her dad did.

And Roman, go make your rounds.

I don't want anybody

crashing our party.

I think we got our hands

full with this one, huh?

- f*ck you.

(Jimmy laughs)

- [Lane] Please just

leave us alone.

- [Jimmy] I know all about you.

When's the last time

you visited your dad? For real?

I know that I've spent

more time with him...

since what?

You were 16.

You broke his heart,

lost his little girl.

You know he never thought

he'd be abandoned,

not by his little Megpie.

- You don't know what the f*ck

you're talking about.

- [Jimmy] Well, that may be so.

I'm just having a hard time

believing

that you're so broke up

about all of this.

But he protected you

till the end.

You were his bluff,

did you know that?

Papa bird...

looking after his little one.

And you know,

I don't blame him...

I wouldn't want

nasty men like me

all over my little girl,

not as pretty as you are.

(slapping)

(spitting)

(exhales)

- [Lane] Let her go!

Please, let her go.

Stop. Stop!

Let her go.

- Are you done, darling?

(Megan coughs)

You know, a couple

little girls like you.

I'm sure you could use

a little extra cash.

No? I'm...

I'm sure there's

nothing you can buy

in that old store

that could put a baby

in that belly of yours.

- Don't touch me.

- Losing another parent, well,

that would be just so sad.

Did he offer you something,

you know, maybe something

he could pay reparations with?

- I don't know

what you're talking about.

- [Jimmy] Come on.

You had to have known.

Oh.

Oh, this is good.

Well, your old daddy,

he had the cancer...

The big C, black lungs.

He already had

one foot in the grave.

The way I figure it,

we did him a favor.

(trembling breath)

Oh, there it is.

That beautiful,

beautiful pain of regret

sinking in.

I didn't have to lift

a finger for that one.

You know, we're not terrible

people, sweetheart.

We want to get out of here just

as much as the two of you do.

Just tell us what you know

and don't try to sell us

on that bullshit lie that

you knew nothing

about two million dollars

that your snake of a father

ran off with.

Well, that's just not going

to land well with me.

- I didn't know anything

about any money. Okay?

- [Jimmy] Oh, your father had a

mouth full of lies as well.

But I lost patience

with his bullshit.

- [Lane] Stop.

- Come on, swallow it.

- [Lane] Stop!

- You want to join her?

- Jimmy. Jimmy!

We got a problem, man.

There's a car heading this way.

- [Jimmy] And you couldn't take

care of this yourself?

- [Roman] Take the base out your

voice, man, I'm on top of it.

I thought you'd be

more intimidating, man.

- f*ck!

Cody, you look after these two.

Roman,

you stand by and make sure

nothing goes sideways.

- Yes, sir.

- Hi, Mr. Hughes.

Jackie Waines,

San Juan County Tourism.

We... spoke on the phone

yesterday?

- Ah!

Nice to put a face

to the voice.

And, uh... a mighty fine one

at that.

- I apologize for the delay,

I forgot how far out

this place is.

- And could you remind me

just what is it that we're

supposed to be doing out here?

Old brain's

not what it used to be.

- This resort.

It's been foreclosed

for the past few weeks.

That might change

with some eager local investors.

(chuckles)

That's why the owners

had you come out,

bring this place back to life.

I'm sure we spoke

about this last night.

- I just do what I'm told.

It's not for me to ask why.

And, uh...

what was it exactly you wanted

to do out here tonight?

- The investors are coming out

tomorrow to take a look,

I... I wanted to come ahead

to make sure everything

was in order.

- Then it had to be tonight,

did it?

- I... I came a long way.

(sighs)

- Okay.

I just got to go make

a quick phone call,

then we'll do you

a little walk around.

All right?

- Mm-hmm.

- [Roman] Move!

Get to walking.

That's right, baby.

Left, right, left,

m*therf*cking right.

Love this job!

Whoo!

(chuckles)

Yeah.

We going to get comfortable

in this b*tch.

- Roman, which one

do you fancy?

- Hey!

(clicking fingers)

Get your head in the game.

I'm talking to you.

Don't let these b*tches run you,

you run them.

And if you can't do that,

step aside.

I didn't want you part

of this crew anyway.

sh*t.

- I didn't know that he was...

that he was sick.

- I know.

I know.

- Cody,

I need you to stay here

and babysit our girls.

I'm not done with you, darling.

Think about what I said.

Only you can stop this, Megpie.

Roman.

I need to make some rounds,

disable their f*cking vehicle.

I don't want any more g*dd*mn

company tonight, all right?

All right.

Shall we?

- [Cody] You ladies ever

had d*ck before?

Like real d*ck.

- Don't f*cking touch her.

(suspenseful music)

- I haven't been out

here for years.

(clattering)

- I need to piss.

Don't f*cking move.

- (whispering) Okay. Look at me.

I have the knife in my pocket.

A carving knife.

Here, move to this side.

Get it out of its case and I

want you to stab him with it.

Okay?

- [Lane] My God...

- Baby, it's okay.

Baby, look at me.

You can do this.

All right?

Take the knife

and you stab him

in his f*cking thigh

or his arm

or his chest or somewhere.

Okay?

And then we're going to run.

Hey, you can do this.

- Okay.

- You can do this, okay?

- Yeah.

- I told you not

to f*cking move.

- [Lane] Argh!

(groaning in effort)

(panting)

- b*tch!

(clanking)

(both panting)

(suspenseful music)

(shaky breaths)

- f*ck, f*ck...

Lane, Lane, Lane.

Be careful.

(clattering)

- Where's my little b*tches

hiding?

- You stabbed him.

You did that.

You psychopath.

- I thought it would feel

so much better than it did.

Are you okay?

- No.

I don't know what the f*ck

is going on.

Dad was--

- [Cody] Daddy's d*ke!

(groans)

(door rattling)

You don't want

to disappoint daddy, do you?

You f*cking little...

Daddy can smell you hiding.

Smells like d*ke p*ssy in here.

Hm?

(door squeaking)

Here, p*ssy, p*ssy,

p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy.

(loud music)

(clattering)

(sighs)

- Okay.

We have to get out of here.

It's a long shot but...

- Like a master key

for the rooms?

- Yeah, it could be.

Let's try to get in somewhere

they can't get in, okay?

- You've been, uh... very

thorough with the snow removal.

- I aim to please, Miss Waines.

Aim to please.

(uptempo music)

- What happened to you?

- She had a f*cking knife, man.

- See, I knew you were

too green for this, man.

Jimmy's going to have them nuts.

Where they at?

Where the hell they at?

- They're right there!

- (panting) Here, take these.

- Okay.

- There they are!

Daddy's here.

Ah-ha!

Open that door.

- f*ck.

- Come on, Megs, they're coming.

Let's just go upstairs.

- Coming for that a*s,

snowflake.

(loud bang)

f*ck.

(banging on door)

- Baby, we have to go.

They're going to come in.

- Argh! Argh!

What the f*ck, man?

- f*cking knock it down.

(long shout)

- Get downstairs!

- [Cody] Aaah!

- [Lane] Go, go, go.

(screaming)

- [Roman] Don't move.

Stay there.

- What was that?

- Well, you're in the...

San Juan Mountains, Miss Waines.

Pretty much as high

as you can get.

All kinds of sounds up here.

- [Roman] Don't move.

Stay there.

(groans)

- [Lane] Run!

- Get in there.

Get in there.

Keep moving.

I didn't tell you to stop.

You keep damn well moving.

- Come on, man. You don't need

to play this game.

f*ck!

(uptempo music)

Snow's a b*tch, isn't it, honey?

Tracks like a little mouse.

Play with me!

(moans)

- You're wasting

your time with us.

- Move!

Get down those stairs,

snowflake.

I ain't playing with you.

(snow crunching underfoot)

- Stop!

(g*nsh*t)

(panting)

(moans)

- It just had to be today,

you poor, unlucky b*tch.

(gurgling)

You f*cking stupid

f*cking b*tch!

m*therf*cking think

you can get the f*ck out of

my f*cking resort.

f*ck you, f*cking stupid.

(bones cracking)

f*ck, f*ck, f*ck.

f*ck!

f*ck you, f*cking stupid.

(panting)

Thanks for the dance.

- I'm coming for you!

(discordant music)

Megan...

where are you, darling?

You have nowhere to hide,

nowhere to run.

You don't need to play

this game anymore.

(suspenseful music)

f*ck!

(music crescendo)

Stop!

(g*nsh*t)

- This do it for you?

Chasing women and cornering them

against their will?

- You need to watch

that mouth of yours, woman.

I mean, I know you and

your girlfriend think you cute,

some little couples thing

you got going on.

And that's fine.

But I'm going to send you

back to her...

all woman.

I need to have me

a little bit of fun.

Yeah.

You know

what I'm talking about.

(shouting) Don't be scared!

Don't be scared, sweet thing.

Get up there.

Oh, yeah.

(chuckles)

Now, that's

what I'm talking about.

(door squeaking)

- [Cody] Party's over.

I'm f*cking sick of this sh*t

already.

- No! f*ck you!

Ah...!

- Huh?

You have enough of this?

(groaning)

It's over!

(panting)

- Okay, okay.

- Let's go.

- Let me take a good,

long look at you here.

Yeah.

Let me see what we got.

Oh, sh*t!

Damn.

You hiding all that?

You hiding all that from me?

See, your girlfriend

don't got none of this.

This is all man right here.

All 100% man.

Oh, you trying to go

someplace, huh?

Yeah...

You know what?

I'm going to need me

a drink to celebrate

before I handle my business.

(sighs contentedly)

(chuckles)

Oh, yeah.

Look at you.

You know what?

I think you should have

a drink, on me.

(laughs)

That's right.

Whoo!

My two favorite things,

vodka

and p*ssy.

(grunts in effort)

Aaah!

Dammit!

Come here.

- [Cody] Use your feet.

I'm not about to lose my share

over two f*cking bull d*kes.

- God, you're stupid.

- I could sh**t you now

and leave you here to rot,

and tell the guys you got away.

Is that what you're looking for?

Because you're making

your way there real fast.

- Jimmy will kick your a*s

if anything happens to me.

(grunts)

- Boss!

Jimmy, I found her.

(grunts)

- [Cody] Christ!

- She's half your size, man.

- f*cking b*tch!

- b*tch!

(screaming)

(loud rattle)

Ah...!

Snowflake.

(clattering)

You don't have to hide from me.

(chuckles)

No, sweet thing.

It's just you and me down here.

- Please, please, please.

- It's just you and me!

(rattling)

- Please, please, please.

- I got something for you.

- Please.

Please!

- You're okay.

You like that.

You and me.

- No, my God!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

That's right. Come here.

(screaming)

(screaming)

- [Lane] Meg!

(screaming)

- Hey, m*therf*cker!

(clanging)

(grunts)

(crying loudly)

(shouting angrily)

(Lane shrieks)

- [Lane] No!

(clattering)

(grunts)

(loud rattle)

(ominous music)

- Aaah!

(grunts)

(crying)

(panting loudly)

- There's your scissors,

you f*ck!

(crying softly, door opening)

- [Cody] Hey! Roman!

Boss!

(Jimmy sighs)

- f*ck!

(metal clanging)

It's two f*cking little girls!

Move it!

(door bangs)

(both panting)

- Hey, hey.

Did he...

- No, he didn't.

- Okay.

- Yeah.

- f*ck!

Check inside the cabins.

All of them!

- [Megan] Hey, hey.

There's a landline, okay?

It's in the resort.

My dad called me on it.

We have to get to it.

- We have to split up

and separate them.

We have to k*ll them, Megs.

That's the only way we're

going to get out of here.

The pills in your bag,

they're in the car.

- Yeah. Yeah. Okay.

- I'll find the phone,

and you get the pills.

And then.... and then we can...

(rattling)

Go!

Go, go, go.

- Boss!

Jimmy!

(uptempo music)

- m*therf*cker.

(soft, suspenseful music)

(pills rattling)

- [Cody] I hear you, girl.

You've got nowhere to go.

Are we having fun yet?

Because I can play

this game all night.

(suspenseful music)

(phone pinging in the distance)

- Oh, Lane, you f*cking genius.

(phone pinging)

- m*therf*cker!

(dramatic music)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy there.

Ooh! You made Daddy run.

Come on, darling.

I've got a place

for you to hide.

Easy now.

Ooh, you girls.

You two little girls sure know

how to make a guy run around.

Get in there.

(panting)

- You sneaky b*tch!

Oh... there she is.

Sit your a*s down!

You're not taking your a*s off

of that chair

until Jimmy has his hands

around your throat.

(phone crashing)

Got it?

- Yeah.

You know, it really

should be you

leading the g*ng, not Jimmy.

- [Cody] You can tell that to

him when he gets here.

- I'm really sorry

about hurting you earlier.

I hope I wasn't too...

I don't know...

rough.

- Somehow, I don't believe you.

Aren't you a l*sbian?

(chuckles)

- I go both ways.

- Prove it.

- You're fresh

out of prison, right?

Must've been lonely.

- What's that to you?

You don't listen very well,

do you?

Stay put.

- Okay.

- I'm going to get me

another drink.

- Okay.

(bottle rattling)

- f*ck!

(exhales)

(grunts)

- You know, I could k*ll you,

right here.

(Lane coughs)

Your girl's the only one

that can really help me.

You just got caught up with the

wrong family, didn't you, honey?

I suppose you were expecting...

kumbaya by the fire

and long hot,

hot nights with your girl.

Didn't expect a run-in

with old Daddy's past, did you?

- This is pointless.

Megan had no idea

about any sort of cash

or what her dad's been up to

for the last eight years.

She knows less

than all of you.

- Well...

that may be the case,

but if I knew Lee at all...

(Lane shrieks)

...there was a plan to him

bringing her in here.

(Lane shouts)

She may not know it all...

(cries in pain)

...but she's my canary

in the gold mine...

...and I will get

what I need soon enough.

- So why don't you?

- What's that darling?

- Just k*ll me.

- Oh, well...

insurance, of course.

As long as I'm looking

for Megan,

I got to keep you

on lockdown.

(grunts)

(Jimmy sighs)

(crashing)

(g*n clicks)

- Oh...

Sorry.

Didn't reload.

Slipped my mind.

(panting)

(Megan shouts)

(groans)

(dramatic music)

- [Megan] Argh!

(pants loudly)

(pants)

- What the f*ck?

Cody!

(uptempo dramatic music)

- No! No!

No!

- Okay... Slow down!

- No!

- Slow down!

Save some of that for later.

We've got work to do right now.

Come on.

Come on!

(Megan yelling)

Jesus, take it easy.

Slow down.

- Aaah!

- Hey, take it easy.

You know

I'm impressed with you girls.

That Cody was

a real g*dd*mn idiot,

but his f*cking temper

was special.

You just take it easy.

We got to work together

for a little while now.

All right, there we go.

(exclaims)

Sorry about the face.

She doesn't play well

with authorities.

- Oy my God.

Hey, hey, are you okay?

You piece of sh*t!

- Well, that was unwarranted.

I mean, I could have

snapped her neck,

but she's still alive,

isn't she?

- f*ck you.

- Oh... Oh.

I could have done that too,

sweetheart,

but I saved you the pleasure.

(grunts furiously)

Easy...

You make another f*cking move

and I'm going to put her brains

all over that post.

You know...

(sighs)

I used to run with a bunch

of guys out of Texas.

There was this one guy...

originally came from Ecuador.

That was one crazy m*therf*cker.

With his knowledge

of interrogation tactics,

he made gathering intelligence

a much less daunting task.

- What is that?

- That is 200 milligrams

of strychnine.

Double the lethal dosage

you'd need for a body that size.

- No.

- Come on.

- No, no!

- Yeah... There you go.

Open up.

- Don't touch her, please.

I'll do anything.

I'll do anything you want.

I'll do anything. Please.

Oh, please, please.

Please!

- Shut up!

(whimpering)

All right, darling.

Here we go.

Up we go.

Now that...

is a slow dissolve capsule.

I'd say you got...

15, 20 minutes

before it's gone.

Is that going to be enough time

for you, darling?

Huh?

Mm-hmm.

I bet you that stash is a

whole lot closer now, isn't it?

Do not let that slip

past your throat.

There'll be no saving you

after that, I'm afraid.

Move!

- Lane, I'll be right back.

Okay?

- Come on.

- It's going to be okay.

- Move. Move.

Get moving!

15 minutes doesn't last long.

- I'm not an idiot. I know

she doesn't even have that.

- Well, then I guess

you better stop

dragging your feet.

(whimpering)

(screams in pain)

I bet you're regretting

that little synchronized swim

you took back there, hey?

Must be freezing

your t*ts off by now.

- I'd be more concerned

about that micro d*ck

of yours freezing off.

Any colder, I'd be more

of a man than you are.

- Got a mouth on you

like a sailor.

I'm starting to really like you,

Megpie.

Now move.

(crying softly)

(whimpering,

metal creaking)

(loud shriek)

(panting)

Come on.

I can smell my money.

Go!

I wouldn't think

you'd be dawdling like this.

Not with your girl in that

predicament we put her in.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Really?

In a boat.

Come on.

What are you doing?

(grunts)

Goddamnit!

(g*nsh*t)

It leaves you dizzy,

doesn't it, girl?

Come on.

Oh, easy does it.

Come on, find your feet.

Find your feet.

Come on!

Not quite as tough

as your old man, are you?

(door creaking)

Come on... Move!

(g*nsh*t)

(dramatic music)

I've got one b*llet left

for you, Megan.

But first, a little reunion.

(dramatic music)

(whimpering)

Just one moment of cooperation

would've saved you.

And now you're not even 24

hours behind your old man

pushing through to perdition

and your girl...

...your girl is probably dead

by now and grateful for it,

knowing what

she would've gone through.

All because you were f*cking

around with me!

You two b*tches

can go straight to hell.

(g*nsh*t)

(gurgling)

(both panting)

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

How the f*ck

did you manage that?

- I improvised.

Where's the other guy?

- I improvised.

(soft, calming music)

()

(inhales, then exhales loudly)

()

I feel like I should say sorry.

- You have nothing

to be sorry about.

- No, but I feel partially

responsible somehow. You know?

- I feel like your dad was

trying to move on from his past

and it's not your fault

that it caught up to him.

I feel like he genuinely wanted

to say sorry before he...

- Yeah, you're right.

You're right.

(sniffs)

(sighs)

We should probably go.

(soft, emotional music)

(sighs)

(cabin door closing)

- What's that?

- Do you remember

the treasure hunt

that I told you I had

with my dad as a kid?

Well, he'd leave a marker

next to a clue,

a bird, a magpie, so that I'd

know that he'd hidden something.

- [Lee] Megpie,

the clue's on the bird.

- My God.

- [Lee] I hope you never have

to read this.

If you are, I'm sorry.

I should have fixed

all this sooner.

I love you.

Dad.

(soft music)

- Oh my God.

- What's that?

- My dad gave it to me

for my 15th birthday.

I threw it back at him

a year later.

Man, the look on his face, I'll

never get it out of my head.

I broke his heart.

- Oh...

(clanging)

Oh!

- Holy sh*t.

- Oh... my God!

- Oh my God.

- Oh my God.

(laughing)

- Oh my God.

Lane, it's a lot of money.

- You think this will make up

for all the f*ck sh*t

we just went through?

- Well, it'll certainly go

towards some therapy bills.

- Oh, God!

(laughing)

[Lane] He came through for

you in the end.

- [Megan] A little less

to worry about.

Maybe it's time we took

a real vacation.

- [Lane] Define real vacation.

- [Megan] Sun, sunsets.

No family, no phones.

- [Lane] Can I just

make a suggestion?

- [Megan] What's that?

- [Lane] Maybe we stay away

from resorts for a while.

(soft music)

- [Sam] This is your party,

Megan.

New Year's aside, you should be

celebrating your new digs.

- Well, it's not exactly new,

but it's ours.

- Well, to new beginnings then.

- Hell yeah.

- [Lane] Okay.

I got one last bottle of red.

- [Megan] Oh, thank you, baby.

Lifesaver.

- Happy New Year's, Lane.

- You too, Sammy.

- How beautiful does she look?

I can't get over it.

- Stop.

- Yeah.

(laughing)

You two, I'll leave you

with that.

But congratulations, really.

- Thank you.

- Couldn't have happened

to a better couple.

- I love you.

- That's it.

That all.

- That's it.

That's all.

- We made it.

- We did.

Just about,

and... a little help

from that guy.

- [guests] 10, 9, 8,

7, 6, 5,

4, 3, 2, 1...

Happy New Year!

(cheering)

I know you feel like

you're dragging me down

But we're both kicking through

this ocean as hard as we can

Soon there'll be drier land

Do you feel

like you're drowning dear

It's okay

I'll be right here

When you're low

I'll pull you high

Love's the only way

you'll fall

You'll fall

Ooh, I know you feel like

you're dragging me down

But we're both kicking through

this ocean as hard as we can

Soon there'll be drier land

Ooh, I know you feel like

you're dragging me down

We're both kicking through

this ocean as hard as we can

Soon there'll be drier land

Drier land

Drier land

I need your love

like I need smoke

In my lungs

when I miss you the most

(uptempo, dramatic music)