Caretaker, The (2025)

[bunniefuu]

- Dad, I know that you

don't wanna hear from me,

specially after what

happened last time we talked.

I am sorry I'm not as strong as you.

I wish I was, but

Dad, I, I, uh, I can't do this on my own.

I, I need your help.

Just call me back. Just gimme a call back.

I love you, Dad.

Argh.

Huh.

Uh.

Ah.

- Hey, man, Sun's up. We should get going.

- What's the rush?

It's the off-season. No one's around.

- You haven't heard about The Caretaker?

- The what?

- From what I heard,

this giant doesn't speak.

His piercing gaze says it all.

On top of that, k*lled a

grizzly with his bare hands

and wrestled a mountain lion.

- What are you talking about?

You know that's bullshit.

You're The Caretaker?

You f*cking kidding me?

Thought you said this guy

was supposed to be a giant.

- It's what I heard.

- Yeah, yeah, maybe a giant p*ssy.

What do you gotta say about that?

No one back there. Uh, hello?

Musta forgot the he-doesn't-speak portion

of the story, right?

Okay, now f*ck off fore

I have to beat your a*s.

- Maybe we should just go.

- Yeah, man, I don't wanna get in trouble.

- What's this dipshit gonna do?

- Come on, wait. Let's just, just go.

- Yeah, let's head home.

- 'Kay, fine, we'll leave.

- Argh! Argh!

What the f*ck?

- Hey, man, we'll leave.

- Sorry.

Wayne, you okay?

- He broke my nose.

- Yeah, he did.

- It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

- Uh, Johnny, I'm, uh, I'm struggling.

Take me through it again.

You lost the money.

- I didn't lose the money.

I made an investment

that, uh, didn't pan out.

- But it's gone?

- Yes.

- So what's the difference?

- Um.

- Uh, uh.

- Well, I-

- Chuck.

- Sounds like he lost it, boss.

- Indeed.

Ya f*cking lost it!

So,

what do you propose I do

about this problem, Johnny?

- I can make it back.

- I just need some time.

- Mm, well, you have made me

a lotta money over the years,

I have to say that.

- Yes, millions!

- Mm-hmm, and I suppose,

if I was to give you an

extended amount of time,

you would, uh, make me millions again.

- Oh yeah, so much money

you wouldn't know what to do with it.

- Mmm, sounds delicious.

That's an exciting proposition, Johnny,

one that I'm gonna, uh, contemplate

for about six f*cking seconds.

And then guess what.

Eventually, time runs

out on everyone, Johnny.

I'm sorry, Johnny.

- Please.

- I gotta take this call.

- Plea-...

- Yeah, Freddie, talk to me.

- I got her.

- Yeah, look. Keep me updated.

Hey, Freddie.

- Yeah.

- Don't screw this up.

Johnny, I'm on the phone.

- Ah.

Sounds like everything's going well.

- Yeah, yeah, so far, so good.

- When can we expect 'em?

- Early afternoon.

- Great.

- Yeah.

I'm sad.

I never noticed how,

how handsome Johnny was.

He looks so peaceful though.

You know what I mean?

I mean, uh, uh, I never realized

how handsome Johnny was.

Yeah, v-, a very handsome man.

The girls must've gone crazy for this guy.

I didn't even see it.

- Want me to call the doc, boss?

- No, nah, nah, I'm all right.

- What do you want me to do with the body?

- Well, you know, we,

we gotta put him somewhere

where the family can find him.

I mean, we owe him that, for sure. Um...

Uh, find a, find a place,

and uh, contact the funeral home.

Find out whoever sends, you

know, the biggest arrangement.

Make sure ours is better, ours is bigger.

Always, always remember,

very, very important thing,

always send the best

floral arrangement you can

when you're sending it for a friend.

- Got it, boss.

- I gotta go take a piss, Johnny.

I've been holding it in

for a f*cking hour over

here it seems like.

Who knew you were gonna breathe that long.

- Hey, Dad.

You be falling asleep on the porch again?

- Mm.

- Why didn't you answer me?

Hmm?

Why didn't you help me?

Why didn't you answer me?

Why didn't you help me? Huh?

- Sorry to bother you, Sir.

I'd like to inquire if

you accepted Jesus Christ

as your personal savior.

Nah. You are in luck.

For only 19.99,

I can get you a copy

of his New Testament,

the one that says assholes and dipshits

can be sent directly to Hell

by the sweet, sweet iron of the gods.

I see you already have one.

Wanna put it to use?

- Mm-hmm.

- Tried calling before I came,

but I couldn't get through.

Cell phone towers must still be down.

Did the windstorm damage the property?

- Yeah, a bit.

- Need some help, just let me know.

Till we open up here in the spring,

I'm volunteering as a

chaplain at the prison.

That's my way of giving back

and seeing some of my old friends.

- Mm.

- Isn't today Grace's birthday?

I know you're not much of a talker.

If you need someone.

- I'm out of a*mo.

- If you tell me I'm driving

too fast, I swear to God,

I'll f*cking lose it.

Don't.

This music keeps me calm, and

trust me, you want me calm.

You know, you've already been

pushing my buttons today.

If you were any other b*tch,

I woulda slapped you already.

- Hey, where the f*ck are we going?

- I'm getting off

of this f*cking highway.

I know this road. It goes

down the middle of nowhere.

- You know, people take these

off-season caretaker gigs

for two reasons.

Maybe the world's turned its back on you.

Maybe you turned your back on the world.

I like to think that we've become friends.

That's proof right there

that the world hasn't

turned its back on you,

so forgive yourself.

Turn around and face that m*therf*cker.

There's beauty all around.

Well, maybe not here,

but you know what I mean.

I'll tell you what,

I'll go and get a case

of replacement bottles,

come back later today.

Maybe you can help me empty 'em.

Sounds good?

- Hey, as*h*le, move right!

What's so funny?

- Oh man, you are way too high-strung.

- Oh, I'm high-strung.

Oh, uh, hey, I've got an idea for you.

Why don't you take some pills

and knock yourself out for a couple hours,

you f*cking junkie?

- Well, what if I could,

but you didn't exactly

give me time to pack.

- Aw, for f*ck sakes.

- Well, what's wrong?

- I don't know. Do I look

like a mechanic to you?

- Well, what the f*ck are we gonna do?

We're in the middle of nowhere.

- We just have to, just have

to make it to the next town.

- You find Freddie?

- No, and it's going

straight to voicemail.

- Don't tell me this dipshit

let the phone run outta power.

- 'Kay, I won't.

You shoulda sent me to get her.

- I needed you here for

this morning's business.

- Just my f*cking luck.

- I'm gonna head to the restroom.

- f*ck you are. I'm not

letting you outta my side.

Dammit, why didn't you tell

me I had blood on my shirt?

Heh, of course.

- We are closed.

- Yeah, man, I'm not here to

check out your tourist trap.

My car broke down.

Can you call me a tow?

- Phone's out.

- Jesus Christ.

- What's that?

- It's a satellite phone.

These things work everywhere.

You can buzz off now.

- You don't have be such an as*h*le.

- Now shut the f*ck up.

I'm calling the boss.

Hey, boss, how's it going,

- Freddie, everything on track?

- Uh, we've had a hiccup.

- This f*cking guy.

Freddie, the girl's okay,

though? Everything's good?

- No, no, no, she's here

but not without a cost.

Couple of the guys she was with are dead,

and uh, we lost Victor.

- Who the f*ck cares about

Victor? You still got the girl?

- She's fine. Sh-she's...

- Then what's the problem, Freddie?

- My car broke down.

- For f*ck's sake, Freddie, where are you?

- Some sh*thole.

It's called, uh, Cooper Kane Ghost Town.

- Freddie, A, B, C. Do

the f*cking connection!

It's a four-hour straight

down the highway road

to get from LA to Vegas!

- Well, yeah, I know. I just...

I thought that, uh-

- You thought.

I don't pay you to think, Freddie.

I pay you to take

directions, my directions!

- Okay, boss, I'll, uh, figure it out.

- Yeah, yeah, you better

figure it out, Freddie.

Listen to me.

f*ck around. f*ck around.

Soon, you won't be around, Freddie.

You get that girl here without a scratch.

Do you understand me?

- All right, boss. You got it.

- W-what, what am I, f*cking, uh...

This f*cking mook!

Find out where this ghost town is, please.

- We got it, boss.

- Chuck, he f*ck up one more

time, I leave it up to you.

- Hi.

I don't suppose you know

anything about fixing cars, huh?

Urgh, yeah, I didn't think so.

All right, look, I'm gonna need the number

of a towing company

and a good one, none of

these, um, backwoods hicks

ya have around here.

Hey, Earth to weirdo,

towing company, now.

Think he likes you.

Makes sense.

Trash has a, uh, habit of collecting.

See? Wasn't so hard, was it?

This is good.

Keep it up.

Maybe I'll give you a tip.

Gimme a sec.

You know, I don't like the

way you're looking at me.

- Just do what he says.

- There is no money.

- This isn't a f*cking robbery.

What am I gonna steal

from ya? Bones and stones?

You know what? We are gonna

need your car, though.

- Hmm, no car.

- Bullshit, saw a dozen

piece-of-sh*t cars outside

when I came in.

- They don't run.

- Yeah?

We'll see about that, won't we?

Now move.

Yeah, boss.

- Freddie, what the

hell is taking so long?

- Been like two minutes.

- I didn't ask ya how long it's been.

I asked you what's

taking so long, Freddie.

- I'm working on it.

- You're working on it.

That's great, Freddie.

That, that inspires me.

That makes me feel so f*cking confident.

Freddie! What the f*ck is going on?

- The guy working here is being difficult.

Then put him down.

Take his car, and I'll

send somebody out there

to clean up the location, Freddie.

- Uh, his car's not working.

- This guy.

Freddie, listen. Listen.

Get the f*cking job done.

- Hey, listen,

I will handle this, all right.

I'll deliver the girl as promise.

It's just going to take me a

little longer than I expected.

Argh! Argh!

- Freddie?

Freddie!

- Urgh.

Huh.

Ah!

Urgh!

Gah!

Urgh!

Argh!

Uh!

Huh!

Urgh!

Argh!

Argh!

Urgh!

- What'd you find

out about this ghost town?

- It's about halfway between here and LA.

- Near Two Bunch?

- Thereabouts, but it's the off-season,

so it should be closed.

- We gotta assume

that, after hearing the

g*nshots, that Freddie's dead.

- What should we do?

- Might be time to call

the four card studs.

Tell 'em it's a priority. Keep it quiet.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

Tell 'em the girl must

come back unharmed, though.

No heavy-handed stuff. Quiet.

- What about Freddie's body?

- f*ck Freddie. I never liked his body.

- All right.

- Oh, I like her.

- She must be new.

I've never seen her before.

- Mmm, yeah,

she smells new.

What's your name, doll?

- It's Candy.

- I like candy.

Ha, heh. Ha.

Hey, ya hear that, Jack?

You're sh*t outta luck.

He's diabetic.

You're not laughing.

- You like to joke around too much, huh?

- It's why they call me Joker.

- This is a strip club.

It's not a comedy club

- You know, could combine them.

A solid business opportunity

if I've ever heard one.

- Oh, I like that idea, Jack.

Maybe we'll call it, uh,

Giggle Clits.

- Dude, shut the f*ck up already.

- Hey, wait. I recognize you.

You're that MMA fighter.

- Name's Ace. Undefeated in the ring.

- So why'd you stop fighting?

- He was banned from

all the organizations.

- Oh, yeah? For what?

- k*lled a guy in my last fight.

- It's a brutal sport. Accidents happen.

- Gentlemen, I'm afraid playtime's over.

- Oh, what's the rush?

All work and no play makes Jack more dull

than he already is.

- I just received a call from Draco.

Seems we have a situation

that needs our, uh, attention.

Come here. Where are my manners?

Sorry to cut this short,

but hopefully, this makes up for it.

- I've been waiting to bump into you, Ace.

- My boy here's the

toughest fighter out there.

- Oh, lemme guess.

You're 100-0.

- We got the oh part right,

but I stopped counting wins at 300.

- Well, the only thing

that you've done 300 times

is choke your f*cking chicken,

and I'm guessing you probably

took an L at that too.

- Keep it up and you'll be next.

- Is that a threat?

- Not a threat, but it's a promise.

- Ah, here we go.

Gentlemen, gentlemen,

we need to be leaving.

- F-f*ck. I knew you were gonna p*ssy out.

- Ha ha, gah, I hate that word.

So, uh, juvenile.

No, no, I think you

mistook what that meant.

Make it quick.

First one's free, Brother.

I said, "First one."

- Huh.

- Ah.

- Argh.

- Ah.

- Argh! Mother-...

Ooh.

- You done?

- Yeah, I'm done.

Urgh! Urgh!

Urgh! Urgh!

- Argh! Argh!

Urgh!

- Argh!

- Come on, idiot.

- Dad, I know that

you don't wanna hear from me,

specially after what

happened last time we talked.

I am sorry I'm not as strong as you.

I wish I was,

but Dad, I, I, uh, I

can't do this on my own.

I, I need your help.

- Hey, does that work? Lemme see.

- No, sorry.

- f*ck.

There's this guy, Draco,

really f*cking bad news, okay?

The guy I just shot,

he kidnapped me this morning

take me to him, 'kay?

Draco's gonna be so pissed.

Oh f*ck, Freddie told

him where we were, okay?

We gotta leave right now.

- What about that car?

- Oh, when we stopped for gas,

I put some diesel in it,

hoping that when it would breaks down

I could flag down a cop or something.

Can you fix it?

- It's not possible.

- f*ck.

Okay, what about down the road?

Is there anywhere we could go, at all?

- There is no nothing.

- You should just take off

into the desert and hide.

They won't hurt me.

You just don't understand.

These people, they will k*ll you

without even a second thought.

- Just follow me.

- Okay, gentlemen, same plan as always:

fast, silent, and no mistakes.

Keep it tight.

The girl is off-limits. Ya hear me, Joker?

- Sounds boring.

- Mm-hmm, Draco's orders.

Now, whoever she's with, fair game.

We, we do whatever the

f*ck we want with 'em.

What can you tell me

about the location, Jack?

- Dilapidated buildings on the property,

tons of junk cars and buses,

even an old mine.

- The assumption is that

they know we're coming now,

so we gotta assume they

fortified their position.

- What if they left?

- No, intel says they're

still there. They're stuck.

- There is a place where

we can scope them out

from a distance.

- Good. You sit up overwatch

there and cover our asses.

- How many targets do we have?

- Two, a man and the woman.

Like I said, the woman is to be unharmed;

the man, fair game.

- Well, I call dibs on the k*ll.

- "Dibs"? What, we in

f*cking grade school?

- Gentlemen, we are on a

timetable with this one,

so whoever has the first shot takes it.

Understand?

- You got it, King.

- All right, let's rock and roll.

I got dinner reservations tonight.

- Is this your daughter?

She's really pretty.

Draco's men are gonna be on the way.

- Care to share?

- Not unless you don't mind

your piss turning green.

- I'll pass.

Do they help?

- Ah, considering they gave

me three months to live

over a year ago, I guess

they're doing something.

Any news?

- They're on their way.

- Good.

Yeah, um, I'm tired.

I'm not feeling good. I'm not...

Do me a favor, will ya?

Wake me up when they, when they get her.

- Will do, boss.

- Thanks, Chuck.

- Where are we going?

This? Does it run?

Can you fix it?

You know, you don't talk much, do you?

You know, people say I talk too much.

When I was a kid, they

called me jabbering Gina.

It annoyed my father so much.

He saw it as a weakness.

But my mom, she never judged me.

She just let me babble on.

She called that our special

little conversations.

I often wonder

how different things would

be if she was still here.

She disappeared when I was nine,

and I used to pray every day

that maybe she'd come back someday.

I missed her so much.

But as the years went on, the sadness,

it turned to anger.

You know, I actually started

to hate her for what she did.

You know, how could she leave me?

How could she be so selfish?

I let the anger consume me,

but I knew the truth.

I hated myself,

and deep down, I knew

she was dead.

And that's when I met the love of my life.

He came in a syringe,

and he took all the pain away.

But the love didn't last.

It never does.

I needed help,

and I had no one to help me.

- What do you

want me to do with this?

- I want you to love it as much as I do.

Just put it down.

It's a beautiful view, isn't it?

- You did it. You got it running.

Now let's get the hell out of here.

No. No, no, no.

What happened?

Can you get it running again?

sh*t.

Someone's here.

- Wait.

- Ha ha.

- Heh heh.

- Ha.

This place is amazing.

- Told you.

- How'd you find it?

- Charity took some

pictures here last summer.

- That b*tch.

- She totally went viral.

- Urgh, it says it's closed.

- Well, we're hot girls.

We can do whatever we want.

- You're right.

We rule the world.

- And besides, do ya see anyone

here that's gonna stop us?

- Hey!

- We didn't know it was closed.

- We have to get out of here.

- No, we have to take pics first.

We drove all the way from Encino.

- No, you don't understand.

There's, there's bad men.

- Honey, all men are bad.

- And you shoulda figured

that out at your age.

- They will k*ll you.

- Girl, what are you on?

- And can we get some?

- sh*t, let's go.

- Yeah.

- Argh! Argh!

Argh!

- Huh!

- Argh! Argh!

Oh my god! Argh!

Uh.

- Are you okay?

- H-hel-hel-help me.

- Nice shot.

- Yeah, they've really

lost their minds.

Get it? 'Cause th-their brains

are scattered everywhere.

- For a guy named Joker,

you're not that funny.

- Yeah, yeah, go fist yourself.

- Did you see that?

They just k*lled those

girls like it was nothing.

- They're hiding behind that building.

You got a clean shot?

- No, but they are pinned down.

- 'Kay.

Jack, you guard up here.

Radio any information

you consider pertinent.

- You got it, King.

- All right, gentlemen, we

got a rat to k*ll. Let's go.

- Ooh , yeah!

- You know, I can get the

keys to the car. Remember?

You saw what happened?

They're not gonna sh**t me.

- No.

- Well, we can't just sit here

forever and do nothing, okay?

I can do this, okay?

- Slow.

- Okay.

Argh!

I'm okay.

sh*t. Okay.

Nothing.

So what do we do now?

Does anyone else live here?

Can we hide out inside here?

- No, we will be trapped.

- f*ck, okay.

- Come on.

- Okay.

- Hide.

- No, no, no, you should keep it.

- Too loud. Take it.

- What? What do you mean?

Oh, I see.

It would draw them all to you. 'Kay.

Hey, why do I need the g*n?

- Emergency.

- "Emergency."

What are you doing?

Well, that's reassuring.

- Trust you two can handle this.

- One guy, piece of cake.

- Remember: whatever you

do, do not hurt the girl.

Do you understand me?

- Yeah, we got it.

- Good. Go get her.

- Oh, you wanna square up, old man? Huh?

- f*ck it.

What the f*ck?

- Ah!

- No.

- sh*t. sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

- Are you okay?

- Uh.

- Come on.

Come on, come on, we gotta go.

Are you okay?

- Oh.

- You okay?

- Huh. Hmm.

- How many are there?

What? Three?

Whoa, no, no, no, no,

no, you can't pass out.

You have to help me.

You have to help me.

- Help me, Dad.

- You have to help me.

- Dad, help me, please.

Dad, help me.

- Okay, okay, come on. Up.

Come on.

- Hey, wakey, wakey.

- Oh.

- You enjoy your little nap?

- Aw, that f*ck can fight.

- Yeah? You don't say.

- Argh.

He dead?

- No, not yet.

- Ah, I'll get his a*s.

- Then you're gonna need this.

- Oh yeah? How'd you do?

- Better than you.

- Easy, easy, all right?

- Where is he, anyways?

- That shitty brown bus right there.

- Well, what the f*ck are we waiting for?

Let's go k*ll his a*s.

- Oh yeah, yeah, how'd that

work out for you last time? Huh?

Relax. This time, we're making a plan.

Jack, can you get a shot at

that brown bus behind me?

- I can, but it's not great.

- All right, and

lemme know if they leave.

- You got it.

- Ah, heh heh, Zeke!

How you doing? What do you think?

- Gross.

- What the f*ck are you

talking about, gross?

This is a masterpiece.

This is like Michelangelo.

Are you kidding me?

Pablo Picasso. They all...

They bow to me,

but it is a testimonial to the fact

that I always finish what I start.

That's what got me to where I am today.

Don't ever forget that, Zeke.

Very valuable life lesson.

I'll sell this bad boy

online for 20 grand.

I know you want one.

You want me to make you

one? I'll make ya...

I'll give ya, I'll give you this one.

It's an original.

No? You're not feeling it?

What the f*ck do you know?

It's a beautiful.

It's a beautiful. Lemme just...

Lemme sit back for a

minute, take a look at...

Hang on. You know what?

It's missing.

It needs a little crown

right on there like that.

Look at that! Huh?

Got a little lung phlegm

on there, little blood.

It's very personal.

- Ladies first. I'll cover you.

- Hey, Jack just radioed.

While you two were

dicking around up there,

they slipped out the back.

He says they're heading to the mine

but didn't have a clean shot.

So if you don't mind, can we come down?

It's a girl and an old

man, for Christ sakes.

- Why is it so important

that Gina come home?

You haven't spoken to her in years,

and it's not like you're

exactly the sentimental type.

- You know, my wife always told me

I didn't show my emotions enough.

You know what I told her?

- What?

- "You hurt my feelings."

Then I shot her.

- I remember.

I took care of the body.

- That's right. You did.

- So what, feeling guilty, and

you wanna tell her the truth?

- Nah, Gina's a lotta things,

but dumb's not one of 'em.

She knows what I did.

- Then why, boss?

- Uh, I'm on borrowed time,

and that time's about to run out.

I'm not afraid of death.

I've embraced death.

That's why I built this empire.

But I'm here, and she's coming back

'cause I need to rectify

one mistake that I made.

- What's the mistake, boss.

- I shoulda k*lled her,

just like her mother.

- Why didn't you

have Freddie take care of it?

You woulda saved all the drama.

- That woulda been too easy.

She was gonna roll state's evidence on me.

She was in the witness protection program.

I needed to find out what she knows

what she's already told 'em.

No, n-no, no, no, no.

No, she needs to come here.

She needs to come here

and see Papa. Capiche?

I ever tell you about my

dog, when I was a kid?

- No.

- I had a little dog.

His name was Butch. I loved the dog.

You know, just a little f*cking mutt.

You know, wasn't nothing

special, but, but,

but I loved the dog.

One day, I came home, and he was gone.

I mean just, poof, no more Butch,

and I thought to myself, "Lesson learned.

No one is ever gonna

leave me again, ever."

But it turned out it was all bullshit.

The dog evidently bit my father.

He never liked my f*cking father.

Nobody liked my father. He was an as*h*le.

So my father took the dog,

and he put him down.

Never asked me nothing.

Never asked me if I wanted

to be there to say goodbye.

Nothing. That shoulda been me.

I shoulda been the one to put

the dog down. He was mine.

Same here, just like her mother.

Don't you understand? She's disloyal.

She's mine, my kid.

Now she's gotta pay.

That moment, I'm not gonna be deprived

of that f*cking moment.

Same moment I had with her mother.

That little light in the back of the iris,

and you watch it sparkling a little bit,

a little bit, a little bit.

It gets a little dimmer, a

little dimmer, a little dimmer

at the realization that

you're about to die.

I'm not getting f*cking deprived of that.

I'm gonna see that in her eye.

I'm gonna watch that light go out.

Pchw!

- It's ice cold, boss.

- We get 'em trapped in there.

Let's finish this.

What is that?

Draco won't stop, you know?

He always gets what he wants.

- What does he want you?

- I am his daughter.

- Hmm?

- My dad was sh*t.

He never protected me.

You know, I wish I had a dad like you.

Hey, where is your daughter?

- She died.

- Oh.

I'm so sorry.

Ya know, I've thought about dying, too,

even thought about just

running straight into traffic

just to get it over with.

- Don't.

It will be okay, Grace.

- My name is Gina.

Uh, I just realized I

don't even know your name.

- Adam.

- I'm so sorry that I

got you into this, Adam.

- Stop.

No, stop!

- Ace, get the girl.

- Stop! I give up.

I give up, no. No!

No! No, let me go!

Stop!

No! Let me go!

No. No!

- Urgh.

- Stand up. Slowly.

Confess.

- What?

- What are you doing up here?

- sh**ting birds.

- With a sn*per r*fle?

Get any yet?

- Couple.

- Jack, we have the woman.

Ace and Joker have the man cornered

in the building by the mine.

This'll be over soon.

- Listen, we can figure this out.

- You better start praying

for a miracle, Son.

- I don't believe in God.

- Well, tell him that when you see him.

- Argh!

- Uh.

Ah! Urgh.

Gah. Urgh.

- Why are you grinning?

- This whole day's been

exciting for me.

See, k*lling's like f*cking.

- Exciting? Is that what you

call getting your a*s kicked?

- No , that's just the foreplay.

- Enough!

Come out now, or we're

gonna k*ll the girl.

- Uh. Ooh.

- Figured, since your

little stunt with the purse,

he knew that we couldn't harm you,

but was worth a shot.

- Just take me and leave him.

He's just a caretaker.

- Oh darling, he's so much more than that,

probably ex-military.

You know what? I gotta hand it to him.

Gave us a run for our money.

But since my associate

here put a b*llet in him,

hope you had a chance to say goodbye.

- Oh yeah.

- This is the endgame, sweetheart.

Get ready for it.

'Kay, boys, finish this.

Once you dispatch him,

double-time it back to the truck.

Wanna be outta this sh*thole in an hour.

- Gonna have time to clean up the scene?

- You either clean it up,

or you don't get paid.

Do you understand me?

- f*cking hate cleanup.

sh**t ya for it.

- Heh.

- f*ck, every f*cking time.

Better be f*cking dead already.

- Well, young lady, it's time

we bid adieu to this cesspool.

Tell ya, you gotta be

someone really important

for Draco to go through this much trouble.

- Hey, hey, the hell's wrong with you?

- Argh, sh*t.

- Christ.

All this trouble-

- Gimme that back.

- for a f*cking junkie.

No, come on, get up.

Get up. Get up.

What a waste. You're a-

Uh! Argh!

- sh*t. sh*t.

Yes.

- God.

All right, b*tch.

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

Hey, as*h*le.

I'm afraid your sn*per took a

little backflip off the ridge.

His dismount was rough, but

he really stuck the landing.

Are any of you guys actually

tough? I'm here waiting.

As they say, f*ck around and find out.

- I swear to God I'm gonna

gut you like a f*cking pig!

Ace, did you hear that?

- I'm on it.

- Good. Make it painful, for Jack.

b*tch.

- That your friend on the radio? Huh?

Ah, no matter.

He'll be dead soon.

He-he!

It's just you and me now.

There's only one way

outta here. Mm.

Tell you what,

I'll put my g*n away,

and we'll settle this the

old-fashioned way, huh?

Hand to hand.

Ah, yeah, you got me.

I'm not like Ace though.

I don't have nothing to prove.

I just like k*lling.

Fast, slow,

just another notch on my belt.

I ain't gonna fall for

that one.

Ace?

Ace, you all right?

Huh!

Take it you the toughest one on your team.

- I'm the toughest one on any team.

- Pride, that'll be your downfall.

- You talk too much.

- Watch your manner, ya b*tch.

Argh.

Oh, you bitching out now?

- It's a fight.

Anything goes.

Argh!

Argh.

- You are so lucky that I'm not allowed

to harm a hair in that

pretty little head of yours.

Mm, the things I would do to you.

Hell, some of them you might like.

Might even fall in love.

It wouldn't last though, darling.

But the agony, yeah,

that'd go on for days.

- Argh.

- Got ya.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy, easy.

Easy. Who the hell are you?

- You really wanna know?

- Mm.

- Argh.

- Gah!

Come on, get up!

Argh!

- Come on.

- Damn it.

- Uh, argh. Argh.

Argh.

I was wondering when you'd see the light.

- This is fitting, Father.

- The Lord works in mysterious ways.

Ready for the next round?

- I'm ready for the final round.

- Would you like to say a prayer first?

- Nah, I'm good.

- All right. Okay, suit yourself.

I'll ring the bell.

I don't wanna k*ll you in God's house.

Urgh.

- Urgh!

- Come on. Come on, tough guy.

- Gah!

- Argh! You m*therf*cker!

Urgh.

- Father, I have sinned!

Argh!

Argh, you let go of my hair, p*ssy.

Uh.

- Come out. Come out wherever you are.

I know you're in here.

Wanna play hide and seek? Fine with me.

You're not gonna like you

when I find you though.

Oh, look at you.

Now, you're there.

That means he's here.

You think I'm f*cking stupid, huh?

That this wasn't a setup?

Get up!

Argh! Urgh!

Urgh! Urgh!

Argh!

Ah!

Hmph!

You k*lled my f*cking men!

Come on, come on, come on.

- Uh, huh? Here, get up.

Oh sh*t. We don't have much time.

- f*ck you think you're going?

Where are you going to go now? Huh?

Nowhere left to run.

You know what?

Hell with the money.

Gonna cut your f*cking heart out.

Argh!

No!

- Don't worry. He's a friend.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah. You?

- I might have to say about

three million Hail Marys,

but I think I'll be fine.

How 'bout you, young lady?

- Yeah, I'm good. Thanks.

- Still got that case of beer in the car.

- Really?

- OMG, is that joy I hear?

- My best friend. Ha.

- Zeke.

- Well, well, well, look

what the cat dragged in.

I take it you're the reason

for my problems today, Sir.

I'm impressed. Nice work.

Could use a man

like you on my team,

considering I just had a very

unexpected opening.

No, huh? Ah, that's okay.

Actually, at the end of

the day, I got exactly

what I wanted.

My darling daughter has finally come home.

- Why was it so important

for me to be here?

- Because I'm sick,

and I'm dying,

and I needed to rectify a mistake,

the only mistake I've ever made.

You see, I coulda had my men k*ll you,

but that would've taken

away all the pleasure

of my doing it myself,

just like I did your worthless mother.

- Maybe you should have.

- Oh no. Oh.

Oh, no, don't sh**t.

What, are you- f*cking kidding me?

You're weak, just like her.

You can't pull the trigger.

- This is for her.

- b*tch.