Rage of Stars (2026)

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Everyone, deep in their hearts, is

waiting for the end of the world to come.

Haruki Murakami, 1984

Are you still here?

Are you still here?

What if they're right?

What if darkness is just the beginning?

Just like a vision of what's to come.

This is a journey deep into darkness.

You must be ready.

You're good?

Yeah.

Okay.

Playing some old games.

Okay.

We can always turn around and go home.

Are you kidding me?

What about practice?

You know I pay a lot of money for it.

Is that why you're never home?

Alan, we've talked about it.

You talked with dad.

Me?

I was just told to sit and listen.

We agreed that since you quit tennis,

and piano lessons, he needs some new

activities to keep you busy.

That old bag kept hitting me on my hands.

She said I had no musical talent and was

deaf to everything.

She actually said that

since nothing was getting

true to me, some pain

would open up my eyes.

Alan, enough.

Enough.

I said enough.

We've also agreed that we're not gonna

talk about it anymore, okay?

Yes.

Alan, Alan.

Alan.

Alan.

Stop, stop, stop, stop, Alan.

Thank you.

Come on.

Thank you so much.

Okay, honey, um, can you listen to me for

a second?

Your dad is going to pick you up in

two hours, okay?

Unfortunately, I won't be able to make it.

Okay.

Okay?

Have fun, my love.

Muah!

Go...

Hey, Alan, come on.

Yeah, yeah, I'm coming.

Hey, kids.

Gemma.

Hey.

Why are you guys so quiet?

Has my baby not woken up yet?

He's woken up.

A little pause... and we are back.

Remember, a guy with a fancy beard is our

top priority.

Don't sh**t him.

The rest is insignificant.

f*ck, go.

Take, f*ck, get something, go somewhere.

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

f*ck!

I don't f*cking care.

Gemma, weapons free!

Gemma, one more second, then you'll

paraphrase!

Take Pussyboy to do the job!

Where's the challenge, Chief?

Confirmed, tango down.

What the hell is wrong with you, girl?

You gone deaf or what?

Yep.

Tango down.

Confirm and pack him into the heli.

Hands on your head!

Get on the ground!

Arms wide and look at me!

Get out of the car!

On the ground!

Break your arms!

Break your legs!

Look at me!

Or I'll slap the f*ck out of you!

Got him.

Perks, return to base.

Operation complete.

All time on fire.

Friends already gone to the other world.

You alright, dream girl?

Yeah.

Why?

Well, it looked a bit tense...

during the operation.

You Vincent?

That's your real name, isn't it?

You kidnapped another child and took a

pile of money for it.

In fact, you kidnapped

so many of them that

this case has already

grown international.

We haven't much time, Vinnie, but

I'll give you more than you gave the kid.

After all, you're older and bigger than

him.

I just want you to feel what he felt.

You were a kid once, you have that in

common.

I just want you to get in his shoes.

The little guy probably pissed his pants

with fear.

I expect no different from you.

I'll take two pictures.

One before and one after, just in case you

move, in the first.

The first is worthless, no meaning.

But together with the other, it will gain

some value.

I'll call one of my guys here in a moment.

Vinnie, focus.

He'll pull down his pants and stand behind

you.

Then I'll take a step back.

The second picture.

Do you understand, Vinnie?

Do you get it?

The first and second photo will follow you

to every prison in this country.

You'll be a piece of meat before you get

out on your first walk.

You'll be someone's b*tch for your entire

sentence.

Are you starting to get it, Vinnie?

Get me Chris over here.

Take off your pants, Chris.

Vinnie doesn't have much time.

Well, I didn't know any better.

I will say it if it's my name.

Yes, ma'am.

I will take a photo of Vinnie like the one

we took of the Butcher of Sunny Slope.

After the m*rder of little Amelia.

Remember?

That photo followed the Butcher all the

way to Black Rock Prison.

The guy was paralyzed

from the waist down for

the first week and

died on the eighth day.

He hanged himself on his own bed frame.

Pretty boy.

You don't mind if I call your bed,

you do?

Nah, I don't know.

I never heard you got sober.

You got some friends in Black Rock?

Is that right?

I don't think I was going to spend any

time there.

I knew it was going to do what it was

going to do.

Chris, I want a better picture than the

last time.

The Butcher won't come back.

The Butcher won't come back.

Don't get scared now.

My series is paying for this sort of sh*t.

Isn't that right?

Let's get down to real funky town,

will we?

You want to see a little snake?

Yeah.

You want to suck it?

Go this way.

Get a shot of that.

No!

No!

He's a f*cking son of a b*tch.

I think he's got his f*cking doing right.

There you go.

Nah.

Put it new.

Let's go, Chris.

Vinnie, I'll be back for you in 15

minutes.

What were you saying?

You had him in your sights.

But you hesitated.

Didn't you think that maybe I wanted to

give him ten more seconds of life?

No.

It wouldn't have made it to the third hill

anyways.

Chris had that one with the shot from 500

meters.

Exactly.

Chris.

Not you.

What do you want from me, Luke?

Hell of a day off.

Just you wait.

There you are.

Hello.

You got everything?

I think so.

Buck spray, water, rain jacket,

power bank and my camera.

Girl, what is this?

What?

It's my camera.

How old is it?

It's not old.

It's vintage.

I decided to go old school.

Where's the screen?

What screen?

The screen to check the picture.

What if you look bad in it?

Jesus, Vicky, there is no screen.

You'll see them once you develop the film.

Now that is crazy.

How many photos does it hold?

One girl has 36 pictures and I have two

rolls.

They're pretty expensive.

72 photos for the whole trip.

Are you out of your mind?

What?

I think it makes it more special.

If you say so.

Okay, let's go.

sh*t!

Need some help?

I'm fine.

I'll take a pic of that.

You're impossible.

It's so nice in here.

Vicky?

Yeah?

Look.

Come on.

What is this?

My god.

My god.

f*ck me.

I don't want to be on your side.

You alright?

Look.

Whatever those boys are saying,

it's just barking.

Barking is what dogs do.

Dogs is what they are.

We just keep them on the leash till we

tell them go k*ll.

But you?

You're different, mate.

You're a wolf.

You don't k*ll because that's what we

trained you to do.

You just do what's necessary so that we

can survive another week.

Listen.

You don't have to worry about that.

Can you just, tell you my shorts, please?

No, see, I do have to f*cking worry about

it, because it's my job.

And right now, you're walking on clouds

like you're in a romance novel,

staring into space like a

ret*rd, and everyone's worried

they're gonna catch a b*llet

in the head because of this.

Let me tell you something.

Can you just, please, tally up my shorts?

Let me tell you something.

I've seen this before, and I know how it

ends.

Guys get up in their feelings,

they get deconcentrated, and a few weeks

later, I'm pulling a black bag out of that

f*cking helicopter.

Now, I can lift you pretty easily,

but it'll break my f*cking heart.

What is it, kid?

What, have you got a problem sh**ting bad

guys in the face all of a sudden?

Got a problem bringing this world of

monsters?

It's not complicated.

Sometimes evil c**ts do evil c**t things.

Objectively.

You're just a hand of God that smites

them.

I'll be a cretin to make it personal.

Holding on empty.

My first attempt to face

the unknown, struggling to

believe there is anything

worthy to look forward to.

The rivers are calling.

Can you hear them sing?

She embraces the darkness

and excavates its hidden

gems so we can gain wisdom

and walk our destined path.

Are you done?

No.

sh**t.

I'm done.

Ooh.

Take it easy, sister.

Ready?

Ready.

Simon.

Gemma.

You look beautiful.

Thank you.

And you are extremely punctual,

by the way.

Down to it every second.

Every second counts.

In this case, I will try not to waste a

single one.

And probably make the best impression I

can.

Let's find out.

Ooh.

So, um...

What will it be, Gemma?

I'll have an American Jack.

American Jack for the lady.

And...

I'll go with a double scotch with water.

You know, it's funny.

Just a couple weeks

ago, I was parking cars at

the Ford's dealership,

right there at the corner.

And now I'm a manager of our premium

customers.

Life.

You know that this year, I entered the

highest tax bracket.

What the hell, right?

You know, my accountant tells me that I do

the great job, but only 5% of our

population pays such high taxes.

I keep all the spreadsheets in the green.

In the green?

Yeah, I do.

You know, at the end

of this year, I already

have tickets booked

for the trip to Dubai.

Some random BS leadership training

three days, and then... Thank you.

A week of parties.

So, um...

You know who to please.

How to please them.

When to please them.

Of course I do.

And let me tell you something,

young lady.

If you play your cards right, you might

find out yourself.

But enough about me.

I keep talking and talking, and I could go

like this all day, you know?

You think?

Yes.

You didn't tell me what it is you do for a

living.

You didn't ask.

That's right.

I didn't ask.

But I'm asking now.

I k*ll people.

You k*ll people?

You k*ll people.

Really, you k*ll people.

I k*ll people.

Are you gonna do that?

Yeah, yeah.

They say I'm good at that.

So...

So, what it is you really do, Gemma?

Wasn't that the grand style answer you

were expecting?

Well, um...

I'm an Epo baby.

With a trust fund as big as the Great Wall

of China.

Or maybe a lawyer.

Recently divorced.

Freakish in bed.

I could teach a man like you a thing or

two about the law of attraction.

That didn't satisfy you enough?

What if I told you I'm an influencer?

A woman could ease all pains provoked by

the drop and stock prices.

And take you on the shopping spree too.

Tokyo.

It's good to meet you, Simon.

Wait, are you leaving?

Don't worry, baby.

I'll call you.

I've got your number.

No, you don't have my number.

Gemma, where are you going?

What's up, m*therf*ckers?

I've

got it there, boy.

You got my ball.

Right on the nut.

I'm back.

It feels good to be home, mama.

Come on.

Damn, I love the smell of testosterone

first thing in the morning.

Don't you know it.

There you go.

Just like that.

Hey, boy.

While you're down there.

There you go.

You're playing, man.

Don't you?

Guys, you ready?

Born ready.

Bet your a*s I am, mama.

Damn, I am good.

And sexy, too.

Man, I'd do you.

Man.

We all would.

Very simple task today.

On my whistle, you take a sn*per shot,

k*ll the f*cking president, get your r*fle

from the table, get behind cover,

two standing shots on your a*s,

come out from behind cover, two left,

two right, three left, send all seven

targets back to Anna to get the 72

virgins, 504 virgins total.

Any questions?

Demonstrate, maybe?

The moment I start getting paid to roll

around in the dirt with yous, you'll see

me dirtier than your mother after a Friday

night out, okay?

Tom and Maya, get on the line.

You want tango, cowgirl?

Why don't you show us how it's done, son?

Hey, sweet cheek, do you really want a

piece of that?

Come on, chop-chop, cut the chit-chat,

Kurt Cobain Jr.

Who choking that?

Strawberry.

That's my favorite.

Do you want to suck, kid?

Do I look like someone that sucks

lollipops, boy?

So you don't want me to answer that

question?

Okay, shooters ready?

Shooters ready?

Ready.

Live range.

We risk it all.

Really?

Right now?

Why?

I'm hungry.

sh*t.

How much do you eat, man?

Got to eat for two.

What the hell are you talking about, boy?

Well, I can.

And I must.

Because I'm not only feeding myself.

Yeah?

Got to feed my ego.

f*ck, no, dude.

It just keeps growing in my perfect body,

and there's more and more room.

Now that I think about it, I'm going to

have some more.

Yeah?

No,

thank you, buddy.

Because you know what?

You'll probably just end up eating it

anyway.

True story.

Yeah, where's this f*cking Gemma girl at

anyway?

No, don't worry, she'll be here.

And when she does, these qualifications

are useless.

Was there a sh**ting?

Think she beat me?

What?

You think your girl Gemma can beat me in a

show?

sh*t, she does.

Yeah, let's see about that.

God, f*ck.

Bullshit.

Bullshit.

You don't believe that?

I don't buy it, buddy.

I don't buy it for one second.

Just wait.

Just wait.

f*ck.

That's a good one.

I trust that there is an

indestructible part of myself,

awake, flickering in darkness,

listening to its own thoughts.

Gemma!

Come out and play, baby!

I'm just going to do a little raffle dance

with you.

Hell no.

Well, boys, she might

be clocking in late, but

at least she's got

some little strut on her.

Pretty confident, baby?

Gotta be sh1tting me.

Hey, don't sweat it, girl.

Crime took the day off, too.

The wolf has come to hunt,

Better late than never, I guess.

Come on, dickhead, let's see what you've

got.

Wish I got a seat.

Jim, it's real nice of you to disrespect

me and all the troops.

Real cool, real classy, baby.

We all got our problems, too.

But we show up to do our thing,

Bet your a*s we do.

All right, f*cking hurry up.

I have a wife to get to.

Let's go.

Let me give you a little f*cking lesson in

life.

Hey, Gemma, don't forget to get the safety

off.

Hey, just don't beat him too bad,

would you?

Okay, shooters ready?

Set.

Ready.

Live range.

Okay, well, I've counted up the points,

and it turns out your winner of the day is

Jack Prickleson over here.

sh*t.

Hey, that wasn't the Santa shirt for you

today.

I think your mouth is a little bit up

there.

It's short.

It's my f*cking what-where.

What, you think I can't count to 12, kid?

Why don't you give it a go?

We all know you can count to 12.

That's how many fingers you got.

You're f*cking inbred.

I said it.

You said it.

He didn't say sh*t.

Jim, I don't know.

Did you just lose?

This is surprising and disappointing.

One shot not taken, I don't mean today.

Do you know what I'm talking about?

I know.

Why don't you pick a target, Chief?

But you got no a*mo.

Just pick a bloody target.

There.

Right from the second target on the post.

The instructor's mug.

He left it.

Clean up after him.

The instructor's mug.

I'd say that's approximately, um,

80 meters, give or take, Chief.

90?

I don't see a f*cking mug there.

Can't even see a damn post.

Arnold, you?

Well, you couldn't see past the end of

your d*ck.

But what a d*ck it is.

Yo, Commando!

Mr. Mocatino!

That mug right there is about twice the

size of the boot on the target.

That's not fair!

But it's twice as far as the first target.

And if you start this

sentence directed at me with

yo again, you'll be

scrubbing toilets for a month!

sh*t!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I know you lot don't

respect my g*ns, but at

least leave the f*cking

kitchen wire alone.

It's the wind, girl.

It's always about the wind.

Big Dan?

Talk to me.

Can't see sh*t.

Did she hit the f*cking thing or not?

Thanks, Gem.

I was beginning to worry, though.

Nah.

The f*ck?

Told you.

The f*ck, y'all?

f*ck you!

That's bullshit right there.

Hey, dream girl, we own you.

Show it away, that f*cking sh*t.

That's f*cking bullshit.

You owe me.

It's bullshit.

What are we looking at?

Well, um, let's just say that I met

someone who knows someone.

And this someone gave our hero a tip that

today, at about this time, it will be

worth paying a little bit more attention

to.

And luckily, this kid is the missing piece

in our kidnappers' puzzle.

Vincent spoke.

Yep.

How cool is that?

Is that why they sent the specialists?

Anyway, look, we're green.

Okay, cowboys, our friend just hit the

jackpot.

We're free.

Heads up!

Take it away!

Throw him in the truck, Jack!

We

Could have done that too.

Light travels faster than darkness.

And it's left me blind for a while.

A horrifying sight.

The mission is a far cry from our despotic

mannerisms, with water holding tight under

the essence of earthlings and beyond.

And we've got to keep going.

We don't want to dive deep into chaos.

So, man, it's all yours!

Whooo!

Whiskey's on me!

Come on, it's been too long!

My man!

You ever seen her serving pizzas up in

this f*cking ship?

Come on, man!

Wait, wait, wait, before we go in there.

You guys have no idea why we're here.

Those fancy plates?

Leaves me... Man,

they better be pink.

Let's have a couple of whiskeys.

They're disgusting.

Come on, boys.

Come on, let's go!

Go!

Pound them out of me a few chicks.

I might have a little pot.

Ha ha!

m*therf*ckers!

Have a seat, cowboys.

Where's Gemma?

She's not coming today.

Okay, so...

What's this all about, boss?

Gemma's out.

Well, is she a prize or a bribe?

I'm sorry, but she's unstable.

Her mind is always... elsewhere.

It's not the first time she's lost focus.

She's a threat to the mission.

I'm sorry, guys, but I can't risk it.

Well, finally...

I disagree.

Look...

This job...

of ours...

it's different.

And to do it, you need to be different.

Gemma...

is different.

She's like one of us.

And she's been with us from the very,

very, very beginning.

So she's out...

I'm out.

I've already made my decision.

I'm just curious about yours.

No room for thought.

Take it or leave it.

There's no middle.

I know that many of you appreciate and

respect Gemma.

Others would happily see her behind a desk

with her nose buried in paperwork.

Gemma is a great soldier.

But her mental state has been unstable for

several days.

And in my unit...

everything must be perfect.

All right, I'm gonna call it.

I think she should stay, boss.

Absolutely.

That was a bad time.

Y'all don't mind if I take two of those,

do you?

I'm gonna need it.

Okay.

I'm probably gonna regret this.

But let's vote.

There are twelve of us.

So if there's a split vote...

she's out.

You know my vote.

Will I stay or she stays?

Well, she's out.

I want you to know that I think this...

is bullshit, sir.

Madam Commander, sir.

She stays.

She better stay.

Stays.

She's out.

Out.

Out.

Stays.

I don't know if it's just the whisky

talking...

but I'm starting to kind of like Gemma.

I don't know.

She stays.

Of course she stays.

Well, it's your call.

No pressure, new guy.

Man.

Yeah.

She stays.

Yes.

f*ck.

Yes!

Hey, come on.

f*cking cheerleaders over here.

f*cking sh*t.

Okay.

From now on I want to know her every step.

Where she is, what she's doing,

where she is, who she f*ck, everything.

And if I have the slightest feeling that

she won't handle it, she's out.

Look, Chris, Maya, we need to talk...

at the bar in one minute.

What a coincidence.

Just following orders.

You're gonna follow her to the bedroom?

Just following orders.

Is us a thing?

Or just another incredulous refuge we

commit to save our own existence?

Many perceive the evil as an otherworldly

and imperceptible power.

The voices from the

realm beneath us insinuate

themselves into your essence

and corrode you from within.

The mission is a far cry from our despotic

mannerisms.

With water holding tight under the essence

of earthlings and beyond.

Our wild nature animates our entire lives.

We live in nature and nature lives within

us.

Hey.

What a sight.

It is a mystery conspicuous in itself.

You don't lock your door?

Maybe I have a thing for strangers.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Do you want coffee?

Yeah.

Thanks.

What are you doing here?

Just

checking up on you.

What?

Yeah.

Thanks.

You're an interesting man, Luke.

Why?

Have you ever considered starting a

family?

No?

Just leave.

Quit the service.

Find love.

You strike me as an ambitious fella.

You're smart.

Handsome.

Deservingly a man with all these talents

must want something extra.

Or has the easy chair softened you up a

little?

And being the hero of the day is warm

enough to put you to sleep?

Maybe.

Maybe.

But I could ask you the same question.

Why don't you take a break?

Take care of yourself?

Maybe I should.

I think you should leave.

Leave!

Yeah.

Is this growing pain necessary for our

caterpillar to butterfly evolution to happen?

This conundrum leaning

into discomfort might uncover

reserves of resilience

you didn't know you had.

It's an unfair game, isn't it?

I got a vibe from you, Jody.

Yeah.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Let's not count back anymore.

What's that all about?

We'll have to hurt you, Bert.

Sing it away.

Nothing more.

Yeah, give me a kiss.

Lee.

What is all the staring at?

Whoa.

The cat dragged me.

What do you make of this?

It doesn't add up.

You'd think after the

seven previous incidents

we'd get a clear understanding

of what's going on.

Or at least a clear hint.

Well, we don't.

And this here is number eight.

What intrigues me further is the lack of

dead animals around the scene.

Because we found 44 dead animals with all

the other scarecrows.

Forty-four?

What do you know about number 44?

Well, for starters, it's in the Bible.

It's a mystical number, just like number

seven.

You know, you get the candlesticks with

the seven arms, the seven visions,

the seven heavens.

Seven sins.

Seven miracles.

And did you know that our brains can only

acknowledge one thing?

That we can only acknowledge seven objects

without thinking at the same time.

No.

The fire represents hell.

Or...

Eternal destruction?

Let's get out of here.

Yeah.

Let's.

There is a boxing fight tonight.

Our next target, connected to the child

kidnappers, is already inside.

ETA, 25 minutes.

Okay.

We offer our lives to those we cherish,

yet should we truly do so, will that make

me good or bad?

What the f*ck do you want?

Well, what does the old fad think of all

these riots?

Think about it, man.

You and me, look, boy.

We walk in the dark.

Some of us rose to our

lives so that the good

people of this earth

can live in the light.

Well, my only question

is, how long before

the darkness swallows

us all into the shadows?

What the hell do I know?

I'm just an old fad.

Give me a hug.

Good morning, sunshine.

Well, good depends on who.

You scared?

You're brave?

Only in the morning.

Shouldn't be so hard on her.

She's all right.

You think?

Hey, Doc.

It's Gemma.

Any news?

Okay.

No, no, no.

Everything's cool.

Sure.

I'll wait.

Bye.

Okay, listen up.

I'm talking to everyone, especially those

who don't know me.

I'm in charge of this operation,

and I will be in complete command of this

unit until the end of our operation.

This unit, and others like it, it will

cease to exist if we solve our problem.

Specialists from various countries are

with us.

Germany, France, Poland, the UK,

Netherlands, Spain, America, et cetera.

The scale of child abductions around the

world is terrifying.

And we've just received

information about 44,000

children, reported missing

children in Romania.

Now there are 44 missing in almost every

country.

But we might just have a breakthrough.

Now to the mission objectives.

She experiences fear.

Could you blame her?

One might assume that

over the course of numerous

years, she would become accustomed to it.

However, sweet darkness, it accumulates,

augmenting its own intensity and casting a

formidable shadow over her.

You live under my skin like dust,

crawling for shelter, obedient,

avoiding rebellion for its own sake.

Does this not draw us nearer to the realm

of darkness?

A two-hour flight ahead of us.

We don't really know what to expect when

we get there.

Questions?

Okay.

Let's bring these kids back home.

We move out in one hour.

End of briefing.

Let's go!

How's your head?

What do you mean?

Any distractions?

Demons, you know?

Look, Commander.

I believe we've already exhausted the

subject.

But why don't you keep an eye on your new

hot shots?

Don't worry about me.

I'll be fine.

Storm's coming.

Yeah.

Hey, looky boy.

You gonna sh**t your shot soon or what,

son?

Tell me how you really feel.

You seem to be pretty

adamant about, getting

in a tango with me,

teaching me how to tango.

Well...

You gonna teach me how to pick up chicks

next?

Maybe I've already have.

I guess so.

Shouldn't we, join the A-team over there?

All right.

To be fair, I never had much luck being

their friend.

To be fair, you're not the most open

person yourself, are you?

Well, good enough for me, though.

Let's get to work.

Yes, sir.

Cards are hacked and ready.

I'm out.

Listen to me.

You better off being a postman these days

than doing what we're doing.

Postman?

Yeah, 40 hours a week...

walk in and out when you want.

It's true?

Damn, that's probably about as dang as

what we're doing as well.

Yeah, my mom worries too much.

She wants me to go back to the branch,

um...

making Sneadville.

Your mama?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll tell you what,

just about as much a

chance of getting a shot

out there as you do here.

Ain't nothing happening.

You never told me about your mama, boy.

Well, my mama, I mean, my mama's the whole

reason I'm doing this thing.

It's important to her financially,

that is.

Has she said anything?

Family's good and all, but don't be going

gooey on me now, son.

Sorry, Chrissy.

I know it ain't the time.

Luke, has she said anything?

You gotta have something to hold on

your strings.

Luke!

I've never been the emotional type,

my boy.

Come on, brother.

Has she said anything?

Chris!

Chris!

Has she said anything?

Mike!

Chris!

Tom!

Ten years ago.

Ten years?

Yeah, she got to see the real me and that

was that.

I'll tell you no more.

She went off the idea.

You are one crazy-a*s m*therf*cker.

Someone's got me.

Yeah?

What's happening?

Nothing.

It's all clear.

Come, let's go.

It's time.

Commander's waiting.

Great.

You sure you're all right?

Yeah.

I want Tom.

Thanks.

Boys!

I tell you, you're better off being a

postman these days.

Forty hours a week.

All right.

Always know when you're flocking in and

out.

Damn, it's probably just about as

dangerous as what we're doing.

Yeah, my mom worries too much.

Tell you what, she wants me to go back to

the ranch.

Mama?

Start working on the farm.

Yeah, you got about as much a chance getting

a shot in Sneadville as you do out here.

You never told me about your mama.

Yeah, my mama, I mean, she's...

I guess she's the sweetest thing that

ever...

ever come into my life.

I mean...

I don't know why I'm doing this, then.

Well, don't be going gooey on me now,

boy.

I understand family comes first, but...

I understand family comes first, but...

we gotta keep our heads together for what

we got going on.

Hey, come on, Chrissy, have a heart.

Got it.

I know for a fact they're keeping sh*t

from us.

Wait and see.

There's something fishy going on,

and I don't like it.

I don't like the f*cking smell.

Daddy don't play.

All right, team, listen up.

Location's changed.

It's not far from here.

The convoy's on the way.

They'll be here in a sec.

What do you see?

Out there.

What do you see?

Rage.

I see rage.

You know why people don't talk to you?

Because they're afraid they're gonna let

you down.

I know I am.

I've learned to live fast.

Hiding behind what I do best.

But I'm afraid too, Luke.

Everybody is.

Trying to make sense of this existence.

And that road is twisted.

One day I feel like I'm the hero of a

story that's not even mine.

And the next...

I give in to doubt.

You battle for love.

Yet tainted by the darkness within.

You fight.

For your aspirations.

But now...

Victory seems unattainable.

It only takes a moment.

Fear swallows you.

Before you can even grasp its meaning.

And darkness becomes an integral facet of

your being.

It's so quiet.

So dark right now.

Loud enough to wake the dead.

Look closer and you will see them.

The drowned.

The sick.

The slain.

The dead.

Here they lie.

Rotting.

In a good attempt to disregard it.

But should you?

This is where my ride once begun.

But like all good things.

They must come to an end.

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

So...

How do you feel?

All the angels have left, Maya.

Only devils remain now.

Time to pack our bags and we're going

home.

Bye.

I'm hungry.

You're always f*cking hungry.

Well, I'm a big m*therf*cker.

I need to eat.

Yeah, yeah.

I need to eat well.

Yeah, yeah.

Those F-16s are fine.

It's a f*cking lonely day.

Out of here.

Can anybody tell me why the f*ck we're

still here at these red lights?

Take it easy, buddy.

What's the hurry?

I've got a rendezvous with the young

lady.

He's gotta get his kicks up, man.

In the morning?

That's just the way I like it most.

Holy sh*t.

Those were not firecrackers.

HQ, we just saw a big expl*si*n seven to

eight kilometers north of us.

Any idea what it was?

HQ?

I don't know.

HQ?

g*ns.

g*ns.

Hands!

Show me your hands!

Show me your f*cking hands! I'm not a

f*cking idiot!

You're freaking moron!

You're f*cking maniacs!

Burn that m*therf*cker's opiates!

You m*therf*cker's hair right?

Show me your g*dd*mn hands!

Show me your damn hands!

Sam, I'm a bad saint.

No, take them hair!

What's going on?

Hey!

You okay?

Did I steal H-K-V coffee?

You lost your g*dd*mn mind?

Get the hell away from him!

f*cking little p*ssy boy, move!

Move!

HQ,

this is how far it is, are you gonna read?

Hey.

Who are you?

It's time.

Sometimes, you just have to let it go.