Blood Money (2017) Movie Script
1
[ Gasping and panting ]
[ Panting and grunting ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Gasps ]
MAN: I'm sorry.
Got to admit, I'm impressed.
[ Sobs ]
You really went all in.
Please don't kill me.
[ Loon howls ]
[ Imitates starter pistol ]
[ Grunts ]
[ laughs ]
Oh, dude.
Are you still smoking?
I am not.
Yeah, you are.
You got heavy, Cheetah.
What you been eating, huh?
[ laughs ]
You like that?
I missed you.
Aww...
Did you miss that?
I did.
How's track?
It's good.
Your knee holding up?
Yeah. Trainer's keeping it
healthy, you know?
What have you been up to, bro?
Hmm?
[ Car horn honks ]
[ rock music blares ]
What's cooking, good-looking?
Oh, man!
Dude, come here, come here.
[ Grunts ]
Oh, man.
Still pumping shit, I see.
Oh, that truck looks good.
Hey. Hi.
Compliments to your
father on the SUV.
Thank you.
How's townie life?
There she goes.
LYNN: You pussies need floaties?
[ All laugh ]
JEFF: What's his name?
[ Indistinct chatter ]
I mean, I think that
I am choking up.
You can't paddle with your penis,
I keep telling you.
That's what they said,
but I'm just trying.
I paddle with my penis.
Hey, guys.
watch out.
[ laughs ]
[ Airplane flying ]
[ Explosion ]
[ Fishing line reeling ]
Are we going to starve?
VICTOR: Maybe.
That's a nifty blade.
Did you just, like,
pick that up for the trip?
Uh, no, I've had it for a while.
LYNN: It says "Victor."
LYNN: Just in case I try to steal it.
You always were
a bit of a klepto.
[ Clears throat ]
It's really nice.
It's okay.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Fishing line reeling ]
[ River water rushing ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Groans ]
Fuck.
[ Door chime dinging ]
[ Police radio squawks ]
[ Indistinct radio chatter ]
[ Groans ]
DISPATCHER: Dispatch to all units.
Dispatch to all units.
FAA reports loss
of radar contact
with small plane in the vicinity
of McDonald Lake.
Unconfirmed reports
of single parachute.
[ Laughs ]
JEFF: All right, all right.
Heads up.
Yes. All right.
VICTOR: We'll both go
up there, all right?
[ Indistinct chatter ]
[ Jeff laughs ]
LYNN: Oh, my God,
here's a big one!
VICTOR: Okay, synchronize,
synchronize.
LYNN: I want to stretch.
I think I might
have just pissed myself-
He's still not potty trained?
[ Indistinct chatter ]
[ Twig snaps ]
JEFF [ laughing ]:
Your hands are so soft.
They're morons.
Yeah, I can see that.
Are you lost or something?
No, no, no.
I'm not lost.
VICTOR: You all right, Cheet?
Yeah, she's fine.
Do you have a cigarette
by any chance?
Do you smoke...
Cheet?
Do you guys smoke?
Do you have any cigarettes?
No. Sorry, man.
No.
Or any pain meds?
Oxycontin?
No.
Okay-
Sorry to bother you.
Go easy on them, Cheet.
I like his bandanna.
Who was that?
Uh, just some random hiker.
Kind of sexy for an older guy.
[ laughs ]
You know,
I thought I was over it.
I was just trying
to do the right thing.
You know? I was
trying to step up,
because that's what
I'm supposed to do, but...
It's just fucking heavy,
you know?
I, um...
And then you guys
just left-
And I'm stuck here.
Maybe it's easy
for you to just, like,
pretend like it didn't happen.
But...
hey.
[ Music blaring over earbuds ]
What?
Nothing. Um... are you all right?
Do you need anything?
No, yeah,
I'm good. Yeah.
Do you need something?
Right--no,
never mind.
You guys talking
about your feelings?
[ Zipper rasps ]
Okay, all packed.
Hey, man,
do you have any matches?
Because my balls
are like snow cones right now-
Yeah, in my backpack.
The outside pocket.
All right.
Hey.
Hey.
[ Breathes heavily ]
[ laughs ]
Why are you looking
at me like that?
You pitched a really nice tent.
[ laughs ]
Thank you.
Ready.
One, and two.
[ Lynn laughs ]
And three.
Whistle blows.
[ Whistles ]
Come on, come on.
Lynn, are you going
to take that?
[ All chatter ]
[ Grunts ]
You cheated.
Bullshit.
JEFF: Lynn wins.
Sucks to lose. Sorry.
JEFF: Cheetah cheats again.
[ laughs ]
Shot, please.
Pour me a shot.
JEFF: Okay.
I'll have one too.
Make it a little easier.
Drink responsibly, shitheads.
Cheers.
LYNN: All right.
VICTOR: You guys ready?
JEFF: I'm ready. Make sure you duck
when you flip over, you know?
Okay...
[ chuckles ]
One.
JEFF: You'll get it next time-
Two.
JEFF: Okay... whoa!
[ All laugh ]
Spoils to the winner.
Oh, yes.
Thank you.
My one true love.
I accept my prize.
[ Clears throat ]
Mm-hmm.
Damn.
Oh, damn...
JEFF: Watch your step.
[ laughs ]
Rude.
I'm going to go get a snack.
[ Jeff and Victor snicker ]
[ Grunts ]
VICTOR: Did Jeff ever tell you
about the summer after seventh grade
out here?
Oh, I don't know.
I think you bailed on us
for, um...
what was the reason again?
Uh...
[ scoffs ]
I got my period.
Oh. Wow,
right. Gross.
Fuck you, dude.
Jeff, just don't.
Don't.
VICTOR: Give me that.
Oh, my God.
Seriously?
Give me the fucking liquor.
Give me the fucking
liquor, scabies.
Are you five years old?
Maybe.
[ liquid sloshes ]
Fucking great.
Good work.
VICTOR: What's her trip, man?
Just talking shit.
You guys got all sensitive.
JEFF: Should I go talk to her?
I'm sorry, bro.
I went too far.
When did you get
so sensitive on me?
[ laughs ]
[ Crying softly ]
[ laughs ]
[ Sobs ]
[ Owl hoots ]
Can't you knock?
I am sorry
if I did something to upset you.
It's not you.
I guarantee that he would say
that I don't deserve you.
[ Whispers ]
I thought you wanted to keep a lid on it.
[ Inhales and exhales ]
Hey.
Hey.
Are you hungover?
Why didn't you just tell me?
Tell you what?
You and Jeff.
Yeah, me and Jeff what?
Jesus...
What?
Oh, my God. You know,
not that you know or care,
but I've been
going through, like,
a really hard time
at school lately.
All I really wanted
this weekend was to have fun
with my best friends, so...
You're going to crush him.
Yeah, okay.
Look what happened to us.
Right, okay.
Think what you want to think.
You're always right.
You're always fucking right.
[ Panting ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Chuckles ]
[ laughs ]
[ River water babbling ]
[ Voice squawks indistinctly
over radio ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Radio turns off ]
JEFF: Hey! What are you doing?
Oh! Fuck.
[ Jeff laughs ]
Lynn, Lynn, Lynn.
Yeah. Hey. Hey,
just help me.
Babe, is it bad?
No, it's fine.
Are you trying to ditch us?
Because I'm going to tell
Vic that you can't be trusted
if that's the...
Come here.
Just keep quiet, okay?
Okay-
Babe, wouldn't it be
a relief if we just told him?
Are you taking me to, like,
a hidden little love spot?
Even better.
What could possibly be better?
It's fucking real.
Holy shit,
Victor's going to flip.
Hey.
Let's just take it.
What, just ditch him?
I mean, there's nothing for,
like, five miles, and...
It's ours.
[ Both laugh ]
Nice, you GUYS-
[ gasps softly ]
[ laughs ]
Okay. Eight motherfucking
million, Vic.
It's stolen. You guys
realize that, right?
We get back in cell range,
we're calling the cops.
I want it.
[ Laughs ]
VICTOR: You're hurt, Lynn.
Look at yourself.
Think about your scholarship.
That's real.
This money isn't.
Okay, let's--
man, okay, look,
I completely understand if
you're a little upset about us.
But first and foremost,
we're all still friends,
so let's just talk this out and we can
figure out our options.
VIKTOR: I have an option.
JEFF: Yeah?
Go fuck yourself.
I'm not getting killed
over cartel money.
JEFF: Okay, dude, it's not
cartel money. Come on.
VICTOR: I'm not fucking
around, Jeff.
JEFF: Vic...
VICTOR: We need to go right now-
JEFF: If a ranger comes,
we'll act relieved,
and then we will tell them
that we found it...
I found it.
Okay, Lynn found it.
Whatever.
Point being is that if we don't come
across anybody,
then, well...
VICTOR: Jesus, you guys, that is
an airtight master plan-
Really, there's, like,
no way that could go wrong.
JEFF: Look, Vic,
I get it, okay?
It's crazy and it's
risky as hell,
but think about
your life now, man.
You pump shit for a living.
I earn money for a living, Jeff,
something you've
never had to do.
Your parents are loaded.
You don't even need this.
I need it.
Need, or want?
Need.
Bullshit.
I lost my scholarship.
I have been trying to get
my knee in shape for months,
and now it is terminally fucked.
So ask your mom for help.
Dude, I've been paying
her tuition.
VICTOR: [ laughs ]:
Okay, I get it.
Um...
you need this cash
so you don't have to fuck
Jeff for your lunch money anymore-
Whoa, fuck you, dude!
VICTOR: Fucking asshole.
Okay, Vic, get...
get off me, man.
Shut up, Jeff.
[ Breathing heavily ]
He doesn't know, does he?
Of course not.
Okay, what don't I know?
Man, you almost broke my neck.
VICTOR: Thanks for
breaking my pack.
She's with me now, all right?
She's mine.
I won.
JEFF: Okay, you want
to leave? Then leave.
But how do we know you're not
gonna say anything about this?
VICTOR: I'm not gonna rat
on you, Jeff.
I don't do that.
I'm just out, okay?
Life is too short for this.
Well, when you start
second-guessing yourself
and you want to get
back in on this,
we are going
to belong gone, Vic.
Don't worry about me.
Have fun in prison.
Fuck him.
Let's just go.
POLICE DISPATCHER:
Dispatch to all units.
Dispatch to all units.
Aircraft wreckage
has been located.
Unoccupied at time of impact.
Pilot wanted for embezzlement.
Approach with caution.
RANGER:
Dispatch, 0-5, copy that.
0-5 out.
Okay, it's perfect.
You can't see a thing.
I don't think
it'll sag too much.
You sure that's going to hold?
Yeah, it'll hold.
Trust me, babe,
I know what I'm doing.
We should bypass Sunrise.
What? Why?
We get there, we're home free.
All I have to do is call a car
and we're out by lunchtime.
It's the hot party spot.
There are going to be
too many eyes.
Yeah, but they'll all
be way too lit.
They won't even notice us.
Don't sweat it.
Jeff, how can I not sweat it?
Do you know how far
the Houston Launch is if we went around,
or how rough the water can
get at Wilden
before we even get down there?
Let's be smart about this.
JEFF:
Rabbit ear through the loop.
So I'll just tie a couple knots.
[ Birdsong ]
[ Twig snaps ]
Snuck up on me.
Cigarette man, right?
Yeah.
You know those things aren't
gonna make you feel better.
Of course they will.
What happened to you?
You lose your friends?
They're idiots.
[ Birdsong continuous ]
MILLER: So many birds.
You need some water, man?
I don't want to be any trouble,
but if you got
an extra bottle...
Yeah, you look like hell.
[ Chuckles ]
Oh.
[ Gasps softly ]
You got more, right?
I don't want to drink
all your water.
No, you're--
you're good.
I don't know if you recycle.
Are you still pissed
about what Vic said?
He's not here, so it doesn't
really matter, does it?
Is it left or right?
Right.
Okay-
No, right, left...
it's left.
Like, right.
It's left.
Okay, is it right or is it left?
No, no, it's right,
it's right, it's right.
It's right?
This is serious.
It's right?
Yes, it is right.
Babe, we're good.
LYNN: Okay.
Can you please not call me babe.
What happened to your friends?
I don't know, man.
Shit just got awkward, you know?
Seemed like it was time
for me to go.
About a girl?
You could say that.
High school sweetheart?
You're better off, man.
Trust me. It doesn't work out.
Is that so?
What's your name?
Victor.
Let me ask you a question, Vic.
What usually happens
when you finally get something
that you wanted forever?
It's disappointing
most of the time.
Right?
Women are the best
example of that.
Jeff.
[ laughs ]
What?
Okay, just act casual.
The launch is just
around the bend, and then--
Jeff.
What the fuck?
All right, I will check.
I will check the bags.
Just act casual.
[ Distant cheers and chattering ]
Jeff, the bag's ripped.
Shit.
How's it going?
[ Cheers ]
You all right, Goldilocks?
Hey.
Uh... l just whacked my hand
real hard with the oar,
and I'm just trying
to cool it off, you know?
Here you go.
My hero. Thank you.
Yeah, no problem.
All right, I guess
I'll see you guys out there.
Thank you for the paddle, sir.
Bye.
Bye.
That girl...
Cheek'? Cheater'?
She's got that look.
Crazy look.
When they get that look,
you know it-
You're better off without them,
otherwise you end up paying
somebody else's bill
sooner or later.
Be careful.
You're going to wake up one day,
you'll be married to her.
And all you want to do
is get the fuck out.
But that little bitch will not behave like
a reasonable man.
Trust me.
You're better off.
Let her go.
You want to wake up one day in 10
years and hear,
"You stole my youth.
"You took my 20s.
You took my 30s."
You want to hear that shit?
That's depressing.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Sighs ]
LYNN: Why are there only three?
No, no, no, no, no!
I tied a double knot.
I swear to God I tied--
you saw me tie the double knot.
[ Scoffs ]
Oh, my God.
Lynn, I'm really sorry.
I'm really, really sor...
Lynn, what are you doing?
I'm making room.
Just stop fucking touching me!
Babe, are you okay?
[ Sighs ]
Okay, let's just take a second,
think about this.
You know that you can't make it
out of here on your own.
You need me,
and I need you too,
and we're in this together.
Together?
Right?
You have not listened
to one word that I have said
since we left.
I said, go around Sunrise,
and you take us to Sunrise.
And then, somehow in the middle
of that whole clusterfuck,
you lost $2 million.
So yeah...
there is only one person
who can help us get out of this,
and as much
as I fucking hate it,
it is better than going down
Clown Shit Trail with you.
You get reception up here?
Barely.
Hey, what's that?
These don't get opened.
I've had them for like a year-
They're stale anyways.
Like I give a fuck.
Can I have a smoke?
I can't break the plastic.
It's like a willpower thing.
Are you fucking serious, man?
What kind of smoker's
etiquette is that?
You have cigarettes,
you give a cig--
I'm not a smoker.
You little fucker.
Cocksucking little shit.
Hey! You little fuck!
[ Grunts ]
[ Gasping and coughing ]
Are you okay?
Hang on, hang on, hang on-
He's chasing me.
He's fucking crazy.
Son, just relax. Lie down.
Just relax.
[ Yelling ]
RANGER: Jesus!
[ Gasping ]
Fuck.
What the fuck?
MILLER: Oh, my God.
Oh, man.
MILLER: Look at his head.
[ Racks gun ]
Do you have a phone?
Give me the phone.
Well, do you want to leave him?
Look at his head!
Do you want to get him
help or not?
Are you fucking kidding me?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Okay?
What is this place called?
Wilder.
He knows it.
Gnarliest rapids up here.
[ Car door sensor dinging ]
Fuck.
[ Cell phone chimes ]
Do you know where Wilder is?
You're not going to shoot me.
I might.
You know, Vic's going to still want us
to turn in the money.
Do you ever remember him
changing his mind?
Like, even once?
[ Cell phone chimes ]
[ Clea rs Th roat ]
He's coming.
How many cops
is he going to bring?
Well, he emoji'd a pot of gold
and a devil's face,
so maybe none.
I'm telling you, I think we should just keep it
me and you.
Can you just stop worrying
about me and Vic?
Okay?
What did he say?
He was...
He said something like...
I-I don't know
the half of it, or...
What does that mean?
We fucked at the end
of high school.
I got over it, he didn't.
That's what that was about.
I'm going to change.
So, what, you were going
to rendezvous with them
and split up my cash?
No.
Just fucking go home.
You weren't going to take a cut?
What, are you rich?
No, I just don't want it.
So you're stupid.
Sure.
I don't get it.
You pissed?
I'm not happy-
Anything else
that you're hiding?
Is that not enough?
Yeah, it's enough.
Look...
I'm sorry, okay?
What about us after all of this?
We get out of here,
we're never going to see Vic again-
I don't like it either,
but right now we need him.
MILLER: How'd you think it was going
to work out with her?
VICTOR: She was pregnant,
was going to have my kid.
But she ended it
without even telling me.
I really wanted to get married.
Hmm.
That was not what she wanted.
Wait, you're working?
How much do you make an hour?
I pump other people's shit
for a living-
Minimum wage?
Yeah. Minimum wage.
You really thought that was gonna be enough
for Miss Thing?
I love that.
[ laughs ]
What are you doing out here?
You're fucking running around
in the woods,
dressed like a goddamn
Metallica roadie.
Who are you?
I like Metallica.
Everybody likes Metallica,
but who the fuck are you?
I was just trying
to get off the grid.
What does that even mean?
What do you think you're going
to be able to buy?
Space.
You dropped it
in the fucking river.
It's going to be okay, Vic.
We get my money,
you can take Miss Thing
back to your one bedroom hovel,
and you can romance her
on minimum wage.
And I can go off to Thailand.
[ laughs ]
That sounds...
sounds really,
really satisfying.
Well, what are you
judging it for?
I mean, I worked for that money.
I mean, I didn't--
I mean, I sort of stole it,
but I didn't steal it.
MILLER: It's a capitalist
economy, right?
Fucking dog eats dog.
You don't care which dog
eats which dog, but people...
We're eating dogs.
LYNN: Have you thought about
what taking this money
actually means?
We're going to have
to disappear.
Cut everyone off.
I can do that.
But your family, your parents,
that's good.
Good?
My dad is a dick.
My mom,
that's--
I haven't even
thought about that.
This decision is going to cut
off your whole life.
And you have a good life,
and you don't need this money-
Lynn, look at me.
I don't care about the money.
I care about you.
LYNN: Shit.
Goddamn it.
Come on, grab the gear-
Get your fucking gear on.
We're going to have to go.
Hey!
Shit.
I want my money.
Wait a minute, he's not a ranger.
Yeah, no fuck-
Oh, go ahead, fuck with me.
We lost one.
What do you mean, you lost one?
Just bring it up here.
RANGER: Hey!
[ Ranger grunts ]
Shit!
VICTOR: Go, go, go!
Get in the fucking boat!
JEFF: Push!
Come on, paddle.
VICTOR: GO!
JEFF: Vic, come on.
VICTOR: Go, go!
Fuck.
[ Lynn shouts indistinctly ]
JEFF: I'm making sure
the money's okay.
LYNN: I got the money!
VICTOR: Paddle!
JEFF: Come on!
Goddamn it!
[ All shouting ]
JEFF: Watch it, watch it.
Watch the rocks.
VICTOR: Come on.
[ All yelling ]
[ Lynn gasps ]
Vic, Vic...
where are we going to go?
Huh?
Um...
McDonald Lake
isn't far from here.
And through the flatlands,
I mean,
we could probably
make it to town.
So we're going to make it?
[ laughs ]
I wouldn't fucking count on it.
We need to call the cops-
That guy took my phone.
Mine's fucked.
Lynn?
I... I don't fucking have mine.
Don't fuck with me, Lynn.
Hey, fuck you!
Let go of my fucking bag!
Hey guys, come on.
Take it easy. Guys come on.
LYNN: Shit.
Yeah?
Fuck!
LYNN: Hey!
Whoa! Whoa, whoa.
LYNN: Hey!
JEFF: Hey.
LYNN: Ow!
Vic, take it easy, man.
Vic, chill out.
LYNN: Vic! Vic!
Slop!
JEFF: We are in charge
here, Vic, okay?
Yeah. Jeff, get off.
Hey! Stop it!
Stay down! Hey!
This does not
get us out of here.
Okay? Take your
fucking oar and row.
[ Gun cocking ]
[ Gunshot rumbles ]
What...?
Whoa! Row!
[ Gun cocks ]
[ Gunshot ]
Lynn, come on!
Oh, shit!
LYNN: Come on, steer!
Oh, my God.
That was a shot.
JEFF: Come on, come on.
VICTOR: Row.
VICTOR: Right now.
Leave the money.
LYNN: Come on, you guys.
[ Gunshot ]
JEFF: Vic! Are you okay?
JEFF: It just grazed you.
LYNN: Get up, get up!
Get the bags. Get up!
VICTOR: It fucking hurts.
LYNN: Get the bags!
VICTOR: Drop the fucking money.
LYNN: I am not dropping
the money!
Are you kidding me?
[ Grunts ]
LYNN [ panting ]: Hey, hey...
Aah!
Lynn!
[ groaning ]
[ Whimpering ]
Oh, fuck.
Get away. Get away.
Is she okay?
I can run.
I can run, okay?
You're hurt, Lynn.
Look at me, I'm hurt.
I will buy a new leg!
What about the rabbit hole?
It's out here, isn't it?
VICTOR: We never even made
it through when we were kids,
because you were
fucking claustro--
Fucker! I'm not
8 anymore, okay?
It's an old tunnel that leads
out to the cement factory.
We can go there,
and then we're basically
walking distance to the highway.
VICTOR: You want to get
buried alive?
You can't even use
a fucking outhouse
without having a panic attack.
Look...
I've got a plan.
Vic, go fuck yourself!
Thank you!
You are always shitting on Jeff,
trying to make yourself
look like the big man.
But guess what?
You are the one dumb-ass
out of a billion
who would pass this money up.
At least Jeff has a plan.
At least Jeff has fucking balls.
[ Breathing heavily ]
Thank you.
[ Panting ]
[ Lynn grunts ]
Hey, hey...
Just give me a second.
[ Panting ]
You guys are leaving
a fucking trail.
JEFF: Look at how close he is.
VICTOR: GO!
[ Gunshot ]
[ Lynn yelps ]
I'm sorry.
Put the bag on the ground.
JEFF: Fuck this shit!
[ Gunshot ]
Let's fucking go.
Where...'?
Where's Jeff?
[ Gasps ]
[ Panting ]
[ Gasping and panting ]
You're here.
Lynn, I'm sorry.
[ coughing ]
You fucking took our money
and left me in the dust.
He was shooting at me.
He was shooting at all of us.
Would you shut up?
We're in this situation
because of you.
Vic, Vic, I found it.
I found it, come here.
VICTOR: I can't believe this.
[ breathing heavily ]
JEFF: Well, believe it.
VICTOR: Why do you let her
do this to you, Jeff?
JEFF: I'm not the one
who got shot.
VICTOR: This is what happens
when you follow around
a fucking crazy woman.
JEFF: Shut up.
MILLER: Hipster millennial
motherfuckers.
I'll go first.
[ whimpering ]
Fuck that.
Come on.
I got it.
Lynn, Jesus Christ.
I got it. Fuck...
[ gasps ]
Shit.
Damn it.
[ Coughs ]
[ Gasps ]
JEFF:
Guys, how much farther is it?
VICTOR:
I'm not going to lie, man.
It's pretty far.
[ Jeff breathing heavily ]
JEFF: I don't want to die.
VICTOR:
Just keep moving forward.
JEFF: I don't want to die.
I don't want to die.
VICTOR: Lynn, slow
the fuck down.
[ Lynn breathing heavily ]
LYNN: Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck.
Oh, shit.
JEFF: I don't want to die.
[ Grunts ]
Knife!
That was your big plan.
Getting us matching knives?
JEFF: Come on, babe.
Come on, he didn't know.
What?
He didn't know what?
He didn't know what?
He didn't know what, Jeff?
He didn't know
that you fucking...
won me?
[ Grunts and yells ]
Fuck!
Shit!
Shit.
Fuck.
[ Lynn panting ]
VICTOR: I'll go first.
[ Lynn grunts ]
LYNN: Shit.
[ Lynn panting ]
VICTOR: You want to go next?
JEFF: Uh...
No, I'm going to--
I'm going to get the rear. You...
You go.
[ Gasping and panting ]
Give me one of those.
Yeah, yeah.
LYNN: Hurry up.
Be right there on the other
side, all right?
[ Sighs ]
[ Birds tweeting ]
VICTOR: Oh, what the fuck
am I even doing here?
I'd much rather be pumping shit.
[ Grunts ]
It's tight and it stinks,
but you'll fit, big guy.
JEFF: Okay, Jeff, Jeff,
Jeff, Jeff, Jeff-
You can do this, Jeff.
VICTOR: Piece of cake, brother.
Okay, okay, okay.
[ Sighs ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
LYNN: Hey.
Never even been tempted
for a minute?
VICTOR: No.
You can do this, Jeff.
You...
you could have...
anything you want.
There's nothing
that I want anymore.
You are...
such a good guy, Vic.
And where has it gotten you?
Give me a fucking break, Lynn.
We make it out of here,
we're going to the cops.
Who put you in charge, hmm?
A man was killed today.
I got fucking shot.
No, you got grazed.
And is going to the cops
going to bring him back to life?
No.
You are just going
to give up my money-
So it's yours, huh?
Yeah.
Do you want it?
LYNN: No.
Jeff doesn't need it.
So, yeah, I think it's mine.
What is wrong with you?
What is wrong with me?
What is wrong with me?
Do you really want to know?
When we were little...
[ breathes deeply ]
We were equals, right?
We were best friends.
And then...
I got my fucking period
and I grew a pair of tits.
And everything changed.
LYNN: I became this thing
to you guys.
This thing that you won.
This thing that you like
to look at,
but you didn't really
like to listen to.
If that is how you feel,
then why are you still
friends with us?
Shut up!
Shut up!
Don't ask me why I'm with Jeff.
Don't ask me why I hate that you
both want to fuck me,
because you should both
know better.
Don't ask me why I am not
this perfect fucking thing
that you want me to be.
And don't ask me why I have failed
at everything
that I have ever wanted to do!
[ Whimpers ]
And stop fucking asking me
why I need this money, okay?
You patronizing dick.
Jeff!
Get my money
through the damn hole,
or we are leaving you!
VICTOR: All right, Lynnie,
get your fucking money.
I'm sure it'll solve
all of your problems.
LYNN: Hurry the fuck up, Jeff!
JEFF: Okay.
[ Jeff grunts ]
[ Grunts and pants ]
[ Jeff grunts ]
LYNN: Jeff, get my fucking
money out of there,
or we're leaving you.
JEFF:
All right, all right, hold on.
Finally.
Jeff, it's stuck.
JEFF: Wait, wait.
Hold on, hold on.
LYNN: Get it unstuck!
JEFF: Hold on,
it's around my neck.
LYNN: Whoa.
[ Jeff wheezes ]
MILLER: Let go of it.
LYNN: What? Jesus!
[ Jeff gasping ]
MILLER: Come on now.
Get... out!
[ Grunts ]
[ bones snap ]
MILLER: That didn't sound good.
LYNN: Fucking shut up.
You fucking greedy little bitch.
You... you fucking pig.
Put the money down.
Do you want your fucking money?
Where are you going?
You want your fucking money?
Good fucking luck!
Want to keep this going?
You're gonna be stuck in there
for a long time, motherfucker.
All right.
[ Lynn grunts ]
[ Panting ]
[ Sobbing ]
LYNN: Shit.
[ Grunting and panting ]
Shit.
VICTOR: Where's Jeff?
LYNN: Jeff...
He's stuck.
VICTOR: You left him?
He's freaking out.
I don't know.
Go check on him.
Jesus fucking Christ.
LYNN [ gasping ]: Oh, shit.
Fuck. Fuck.
Shit.
[ Grunts ]
[ Groans ]
VICTOR: What the fuck.
Jesus Christ.
Did she fucking bury you in here?
MILLER: Hi, Vic.
[ Gunshot ]
VIKTOR: Jesus! Fuck!
[ Lynn panting ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Moans ]
[ Panting ]
Shit.
Hey!
Hey!
Hey, if you're going
to come, come.
Hurry.
[ Victor pants ]
LYNN: Come on.
Shit.
Hurry.
Oh, God.
Jesus.
MILLER: Here, kitty,
kitty, kitty, kitty.
VICTOR: Lynn?
Hey!
You are just a terrible,
terrible person.
[ Gunshot ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Grunts and gasps ]
Aah! Please!
Aah! Aah!
[ Panting and grunting ]
[ Groans ]
Got to admit, I'm impressed.
You really went all in.
You really leaned into it,
didn't you?
[ Sighs ]
[ Sobs ]
You're a bad little bitch.
[ Crying ]
Please don't kill me.
Stop it.
All right, kid,
where's the rest of it?
Give me a cigarette.
Hmm.
Sure.
I didn't know you smoked.
Where is it?
You know what I did
for this money.
What did you do
to get this money?
All sorts of horrible shit.
Yeah?
You know, they say
every banker is a bandit.
Yeah.
Stop looking at me like
any of this is my fault.
I know we're in a pretty
fucked situation.
[ Chuckles ]
Don't you think?
We're in a pretty
fucked situation.
So, look, you need me
to find that money.
And I need that money to live.
Uh-huh. You want to make
a deal?
A deal?
Sure, what do you got?
I...
Will show you
where the money is...
and just give me some of it.
Just give me...
just give me back my backpack,
and I will take you
to the fucking money.
Shake hands, part ways,
say no more?
And we go our
separate ways, and--
Never, never to be
talked about again?
No. No.
Thinking maybe counter-offering
maybe like five grand?
Are you going to fucking
insult me like that?
You really should
look at yourself.
I mean, you're a mess.
You're twenty--
what, 22 years old?
Entitled, bitter, angry.
You want me to fucking beg
right now?
Mmm.
You want me to get
on my fucking knees
and beg you to not kill me?
Please don't kill me.
[ Sobs ]
Please don't kill me.
I'll do anything
you want me to do.
Yeah, fuck that!
[ Grunts ]
[ gunshot ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Miller grunts ]
Stop!
Get off me!
[ Panting ]
[ Whimpers ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Groans ]
[ gunshot ]
I'm getting help.
I'm sorry.
[ Gunshot ]
[ Panting ]
[ Crowd shouting excitedly
and distant cheering ]
[ Whiskey by Bearcoon Mays ]
Sometimes this world
Just seems so mean
I can't get enough
Of what I need
I can't get enough of what
I need
I can't get enough
Of what I need
Well, my mama's sick
And my daddy's mad I
Brother's ill
And the other one's sad
I can't get enough
Of what I need
I can't get enough of what
I need
And I used to wash it down
With whiskey
Used to wash it down
With whiskey'
Sometimes this world
Just seems so cold
'Cause I'm getting tired
Getting old
Yeah, I'm getting tired
Getting old
Yeah, I'm getting tired
Getting old
Keep your match
Far away from me
'Cause my heart pumps
Gasoline
Yeah, my heart
Pumps gasoline
Yeah my heart pumps
Gasoline
And I used to wash it down
With six cold beer
Used to wash it down
With 12 cold beer
Used to wash it down
With 24 beer
Used to wash it down
With whiskey'
Used to wash it down
With whiskey'
Used to wash it down
With whiskey'
[ White Roses
by Taylor Crawford plays ]
Damn white roses
And a picket fence
Mama said
Don't you paint them red
'Cause love isn't flawless
It needs direction
Don't go chasing this idea
Of perfection
You told me
Honey, let's take it slow
'Cause you want to
But you passed I love you
In the dark
Last night
You were moving faster
But now the stories changed
And I want to know why
Damn white roses
And a picket fence
Mama said
Don'! you paint them red
'Cause love isn't flawless
It needs direction
Don't go chasing
This idea of perfection
If you don't know
You don't know
Where, where, where
It's supposed to go'
Don't be so upset
When I ask
For your reason
You had me believing
This is real
Let me choose
You can do
What you want to
But I want your love
[ Gasping and panting ]
[ Panting and grunting ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Gasps ]
MAN: I'm sorry.
Got to admit, I'm impressed.
[ Sobs ]
You really went all in.
Please don't kill me.
[ Loon howls ]
[ Imitates starter pistol ]
[ Grunts ]
[ laughs ]
Oh, dude.
Are you still smoking?
I am not.
Yeah, you are.
You got heavy, Cheetah.
What you been eating, huh?
[ laughs ]
You like that?
I missed you.
Aww...
Did you miss that?
I did.
How's track?
It's good.
Your knee holding up?
Yeah. Trainer's keeping it
healthy, you know?
What have you been up to, bro?
Hmm?
[ Car horn honks ]
[ rock music blares ]
What's cooking, good-looking?
Oh, man!
Dude, come here, come here.
[ Grunts ]
Oh, man.
Still pumping shit, I see.
Oh, that truck looks good.
Hey. Hi.
Compliments to your
father on the SUV.
Thank you.
How's townie life?
There she goes.
LYNN: You pussies need floaties?
[ All laugh ]
JEFF: What's his name?
[ Indistinct chatter ]
I mean, I think that
I am choking up.
You can't paddle with your penis,
I keep telling you.
That's what they said,
but I'm just trying.
I paddle with my penis.
Hey, guys.
watch out.
[ laughs ]
[ Airplane flying ]
[ Explosion ]
[ Fishing line reeling ]
Are we going to starve?
VICTOR: Maybe.
That's a nifty blade.
Did you just, like,
pick that up for the trip?
Uh, no, I've had it for a while.
LYNN: It says "Victor."
LYNN: Just in case I try to steal it.
You always were
a bit of a klepto.
[ Clears throat ]
It's really nice.
It's okay.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Fishing line reeling ]
[ River water rushing ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Groans ]
Fuck.
[ Door chime dinging ]
[ Police radio squawks ]
[ Indistinct radio chatter ]
[ Groans ]
DISPATCHER: Dispatch to all units.
Dispatch to all units.
FAA reports loss
of radar contact
with small plane in the vicinity
of McDonald Lake.
Unconfirmed reports
of single parachute.
[ Laughs ]
JEFF: All right, all right.
Heads up.
Yes. All right.
VICTOR: We'll both go
up there, all right?
[ Indistinct chatter ]
[ Jeff laughs ]
LYNN: Oh, my God,
here's a big one!
VICTOR: Okay, synchronize,
synchronize.
LYNN: I want to stretch.
I think I might
have just pissed myself-
He's still not potty trained?
[ Indistinct chatter ]
[ Twig snaps ]
JEFF [ laughing ]:
Your hands are so soft.
They're morons.
Yeah, I can see that.
Are you lost or something?
No, no, no.
I'm not lost.
VICTOR: You all right, Cheet?
Yeah, she's fine.
Do you have a cigarette
by any chance?
Do you smoke...
Cheet?
Do you guys smoke?
Do you have any cigarettes?
No. Sorry, man.
No.
Or any pain meds?
Oxycontin?
No.
Okay-
Sorry to bother you.
Go easy on them, Cheet.
I like his bandanna.
Who was that?
Uh, just some random hiker.
Kind of sexy for an older guy.
[ laughs ]
You know,
I thought I was over it.
I was just trying
to do the right thing.
You know? I was
trying to step up,
because that's what
I'm supposed to do, but...
It's just fucking heavy,
you know?
I, um...
And then you guys
just left-
And I'm stuck here.
Maybe it's easy
for you to just, like,
pretend like it didn't happen.
But...
hey.
[ Music blaring over earbuds ]
What?
Nothing. Um... are you all right?
Do you need anything?
No, yeah,
I'm good. Yeah.
Do you need something?
Right--no,
never mind.
You guys talking
about your feelings?
[ Zipper rasps ]
Okay, all packed.
Hey, man,
do you have any matches?
Because my balls
are like snow cones right now-
Yeah, in my backpack.
The outside pocket.
All right.
Hey.
Hey.
[ Breathes heavily ]
[ laughs ]
Why are you looking
at me like that?
You pitched a really nice tent.
[ laughs ]
Thank you.
Ready.
One, and two.
[ Lynn laughs ]
And three.
Whistle blows.
[ Whistles ]
Come on, come on.
Lynn, are you going
to take that?
[ All chatter ]
[ Grunts ]
You cheated.
Bullshit.
JEFF: Lynn wins.
Sucks to lose. Sorry.
JEFF: Cheetah cheats again.
[ laughs ]
Shot, please.
Pour me a shot.
JEFF: Okay.
I'll have one too.
Make it a little easier.
Drink responsibly, shitheads.
Cheers.
LYNN: All right.
VICTOR: You guys ready?
JEFF: I'm ready. Make sure you duck
when you flip over, you know?
Okay...
[ chuckles ]
One.
JEFF: You'll get it next time-
Two.
JEFF: Okay... whoa!
[ All laugh ]
Spoils to the winner.
Oh, yes.
Thank you.
My one true love.
I accept my prize.
[ Clears throat ]
Mm-hmm.
Damn.
Oh, damn...
JEFF: Watch your step.
[ laughs ]
Rude.
I'm going to go get a snack.
[ Jeff and Victor snicker ]
[ Grunts ]
VICTOR: Did Jeff ever tell you
about the summer after seventh grade
out here?
Oh, I don't know.
I think you bailed on us
for, um...
what was the reason again?
Uh...
[ scoffs ]
I got my period.
Oh. Wow,
right. Gross.
Fuck you, dude.
Jeff, just don't.
Don't.
VICTOR: Give me that.
Oh, my God.
Seriously?
Give me the fucking liquor.
Give me the fucking
liquor, scabies.
Are you five years old?
Maybe.
[ liquid sloshes ]
Fucking great.
Good work.
VICTOR: What's her trip, man?
Just talking shit.
You guys got all sensitive.
JEFF: Should I go talk to her?
I'm sorry, bro.
I went too far.
When did you get
so sensitive on me?
[ laughs ]
[ Crying softly ]
[ laughs ]
[ Sobs ]
[ Owl hoots ]
Can't you knock?
I am sorry
if I did something to upset you.
It's not you.
I guarantee that he would say
that I don't deserve you.
[ Whispers ]
I thought you wanted to keep a lid on it.
[ Inhales and exhales ]
Hey.
Hey.
Are you hungover?
Why didn't you just tell me?
Tell you what?
You and Jeff.
Yeah, me and Jeff what?
Jesus...
What?
Oh, my God. You know,
not that you know or care,
but I've been
going through, like,
a really hard time
at school lately.
All I really wanted
this weekend was to have fun
with my best friends, so...
You're going to crush him.
Yeah, okay.
Look what happened to us.
Right, okay.
Think what you want to think.
You're always right.
You're always fucking right.
[ Panting ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Chuckles ]
[ laughs ]
[ River water babbling ]
[ Voice squawks indistinctly
over radio ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Radio turns off ]
JEFF: Hey! What are you doing?
Oh! Fuck.
[ Jeff laughs ]
Lynn, Lynn, Lynn.
Yeah. Hey. Hey,
just help me.
Babe, is it bad?
No, it's fine.
Are you trying to ditch us?
Because I'm going to tell
Vic that you can't be trusted
if that's the...
Come here.
Just keep quiet, okay?
Okay-
Babe, wouldn't it be
a relief if we just told him?
Are you taking me to, like,
a hidden little love spot?
Even better.
What could possibly be better?
It's fucking real.
Holy shit,
Victor's going to flip.
Hey.
Let's just take it.
What, just ditch him?
I mean, there's nothing for,
like, five miles, and...
It's ours.
[ Both laugh ]
Nice, you GUYS-
[ gasps softly ]
[ laughs ]
Okay. Eight motherfucking
million, Vic.
It's stolen. You guys
realize that, right?
We get back in cell range,
we're calling the cops.
I want it.
[ Laughs ]
VICTOR: You're hurt, Lynn.
Look at yourself.
Think about your scholarship.
That's real.
This money isn't.
Okay, let's--
man, okay, look,
I completely understand if
you're a little upset about us.
But first and foremost,
we're all still friends,
so let's just talk this out and we can
figure out our options.
VIKTOR: I have an option.
JEFF: Yeah?
Go fuck yourself.
I'm not getting killed
over cartel money.
JEFF: Okay, dude, it's not
cartel money. Come on.
VICTOR: I'm not fucking
around, Jeff.
JEFF: Vic...
VICTOR: We need to go right now-
JEFF: If a ranger comes,
we'll act relieved,
and then we will tell them
that we found it...
I found it.
Okay, Lynn found it.
Whatever.
Point being is that if we don't come
across anybody,
then, well...
VICTOR: Jesus, you guys, that is
an airtight master plan-
Really, there's, like,
no way that could go wrong.
JEFF: Look, Vic,
I get it, okay?
It's crazy and it's
risky as hell,
but think about
your life now, man.
You pump shit for a living.
I earn money for a living, Jeff,
something you've
never had to do.
Your parents are loaded.
You don't even need this.
I need it.
Need, or want?
Need.
Bullshit.
I lost my scholarship.
I have been trying to get
my knee in shape for months,
and now it is terminally fucked.
So ask your mom for help.
Dude, I've been paying
her tuition.
VICTOR: [ laughs ]:
Okay, I get it.
Um...
you need this cash
so you don't have to fuck
Jeff for your lunch money anymore-
Whoa, fuck you, dude!
VICTOR: Fucking asshole.
Okay, Vic, get...
get off me, man.
Shut up, Jeff.
[ Breathing heavily ]
He doesn't know, does he?
Of course not.
Okay, what don't I know?
Man, you almost broke my neck.
VICTOR: Thanks for
breaking my pack.
She's with me now, all right?
She's mine.
I won.
JEFF: Okay, you want
to leave? Then leave.
But how do we know you're not
gonna say anything about this?
VICTOR: I'm not gonna rat
on you, Jeff.
I don't do that.
I'm just out, okay?
Life is too short for this.
Well, when you start
second-guessing yourself
and you want to get
back in on this,
we are going
to belong gone, Vic.
Don't worry about me.
Have fun in prison.
Fuck him.
Let's just go.
POLICE DISPATCHER:
Dispatch to all units.
Dispatch to all units.
Aircraft wreckage
has been located.
Unoccupied at time of impact.
Pilot wanted for embezzlement.
Approach with caution.
RANGER:
Dispatch, 0-5, copy that.
0-5 out.
Okay, it's perfect.
You can't see a thing.
I don't think
it'll sag too much.
You sure that's going to hold?
Yeah, it'll hold.
Trust me, babe,
I know what I'm doing.
We should bypass Sunrise.
What? Why?
We get there, we're home free.
All I have to do is call a car
and we're out by lunchtime.
It's the hot party spot.
There are going to be
too many eyes.
Yeah, but they'll all
be way too lit.
They won't even notice us.
Don't sweat it.
Jeff, how can I not sweat it?
Do you know how far
the Houston Launch is if we went around,
or how rough the water can
get at Wilden
before we even get down there?
Let's be smart about this.
JEFF:
Rabbit ear through the loop.
So I'll just tie a couple knots.
[ Birdsong ]
[ Twig snaps ]
Snuck up on me.
Cigarette man, right?
Yeah.
You know those things aren't
gonna make you feel better.
Of course they will.
What happened to you?
You lose your friends?
They're idiots.
[ Birdsong continuous ]
MILLER: So many birds.
You need some water, man?
I don't want to be any trouble,
but if you got
an extra bottle...
Yeah, you look like hell.
[ Chuckles ]
Oh.
[ Gasps softly ]
You got more, right?
I don't want to drink
all your water.
No, you're--
you're good.
I don't know if you recycle.
Are you still pissed
about what Vic said?
He's not here, so it doesn't
really matter, does it?
Is it left or right?
Right.
Okay-
No, right, left...
it's left.
Like, right.
It's left.
Okay, is it right or is it left?
No, no, it's right,
it's right, it's right.
It's right?
This is serious.
It's right?
Yes, it is right.
Babe, we're good.
LYNN: Okay.
Can you please not call me babe.
What happened to your friends?
I don't know, man.
Shit just got awkward, you know?
Seemed like it was time
for me to go.
About a girl?
You could say that.
High school sweetheart?
You're better off, man.
Trust me. It doesn't work out.
Is that so?
What's your name?
Victor.
Let me ask you a question, Vic.
What usually happens
when you finally get something
that you wanted forever?
It's disappointing
most of the time.
Right?
Women are the best
example of that.
Jeff.
[ laughs ]
What?
Okay, just act casual.
The launch is just
around the bend, and then--
Jeff.
What the fuck?
All right, I will check.
I will check the bags.
Just act casual.
[ Distant cheers and chattering ]
Jeff, the bag's ripped.
Shit.
How's it going?
[ Cheers ]
You all right, Goldilocks?
Hey.
Uh... l just whacked my hand
real hard with the oar,
and I'm just trying
to cool it off, you know?
Here you go.
My hero. Thank you.
Yeah, no problem.
All right, I guess
I'll see you guys out there.
Thank you for the paddle, sir.
Bye.
Bye.
That girl...
Cheek'? Cheater'?
She's got that look.
Crazy look.
When they get that look,
you know it-
You're better off without them,
otherwise you end up paying
somebody else's bill
sooner or later.
Be careful.
You're going to wake up one day,
you'll be married to her.
And all you want to do
is get the fuck out.
But that little bitch will not behave like
a reasonable man.
Trust me.
You're better off.
Let her go.
You want to wake up one day in 10
years and hear,
"You stole my youth.
"You took my 20s.
You took my 30s."
You want to hear that shit?
That's depressing.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Sighs ]
LYNN: Why are there only three?
No, no, no, no, no!
I tied a double knot.
I swear to God I tied--
you saw me tie the double knot.
[ Scoffs ]
Oh, my God.
Lynn, I'm really sorry.
I'm really, really sor...
Lynn, what are you doing?
I'm making room.
Just stop fucking touching me!
Babe, are you okay?
[ Sighs ]
Okay, let's just take a second,
think about this.
You know that you can't make it
out of here on your own.
You need me,
and I need you too,
and we're in this together.
Together?
Right?
You have not listened
to one word that I have said
since we left.
I said, go around Sunrise,
and you take us to Sunrise.
And then, somehow in the middle
of that whole clusterfuck,
you lost $2 million.
So yeah...
there is only one person
who can help us get out of this,
and as much
as I fucking hate it,
it is better than going down
Clown Shit Trail with you.
You get reception up here?
Barely.
Hey, what's that?
These don't get opened.
I've had them for like a year-
They're stale anyways.
Like I give a fuck.
Can I have a smoke?
I can't break the plastic.
It's like a willpower thing.
Are you fucking serious, man?
What kind of smoker's
etiquette is that?
You have cigarettes,
you give a cig--
I'm not a smoker.
You little fucker.
Cocksucking little shit.
Hey! You little fuck!
[ Grunts ]
[ Gasping and coughing ]
Are you okay?
Hang on, hang on, hang on-
He's chasing me.
He's fucking crazy.
Son, just relax. Lie down.
Just relax.
[ Yelling ]
RANGER: Jesus!
[ Gasping ]
Fuck.
What the fuck?
MILLER: Oh, my God.
Oh, man.
MILLER: Look at his head.
[ Racks gun ]
Do you have a phone?
Give me the phone.
Well, do you want to leave him?
Look at his head!
Do you want to get him
help or not?
Are you fucking kidding me?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Okay?
What is this place called?
Wilder.
He knows it.
Gnarliest rapids up here.
[ Car door sensor dinging ]
Fuck.
[ Cell phone chimes ]
Do you know where Wilder is?
You're not going to shoot me.
I might.
You know, Vic's going to still want us
to turn in the money.
Do you ever remember him
changing his mind?
Like, even once?
[ Cell phone chimes ]
[ Clea rs Th roat ]
He's coming.
How many cops
is he going to bring?
Well, he emoji'd a pot of gold
and a devil's face,
so maybe none.
I'm telling you, I think we should just keep it
me and you.
Can you just stop worrying
about me and Vic?
Okay?
What did he say?
He was...
He said something like...
I-I don't know
the half of it, or...
What does that mean?
We fucked at the end
of high school.
I got over it, he didn't.
That's what that was about.
I'm going to change.
So, what, you were going
to rendezvous with them
and split up my cash?
No.
Just fucking go home.
You weren't going to take a cut?
What, are you rich?
No, I just don't want it.
So you're stupid.
Sure.
I don't get it.
You pissed?
I'm not happy-
Anything else
that you're hiding?
Is that not enough?
Yeah, it's enough.
Look...
I'm sorry, okay?
What about us after all of this?
We get out of here,
we're never going to see Vic again-
I don't like it either,
but right now we need him.
MILLER: How'd you think it was going
to work out with her?
VICTOR: She was pregnant,
was going to have my kid.
But she ended it
without even telling me.
I really wanted to get married.
Hmm.
That was not what she wanted.
Wait, you're working?
How much do you make an hour?
I pump other people's shit
for a living-
Minimum wage?
Yeah. Minimum wage.
You really thought that was gonna be enough
for Miss Thing?
I love that.
[ laughs ]
What are you doing out here?
You're fucking running around
in the woods,
dressed like a goddamn
Metallica roadie.
Who are you?
I like Metallica.
Everybody likes Metallica,
but who the fuck are you?
I was just trying
to get off the grid.
What does that even mean?
What do you think you're going
to be able to buy?
Space.
You dropped it
in the fucking river.
It's going to be okay, Vic.
We get my money,
you can take Miss Thing
back to your one bedroom hovel,
and you can romance her
on minimum wage.
And I can go off to Thailand.
[ laughs ]
That sounds...
sounds really,
really satisfying.
Well, what are you
judging it for?
I mean, I worked for that money.
I mean, I didn't--
I mean, I sort of stole it,
but I didn't steal it.
MILLER: It's a capitalist
economy, right?
Fucking dog eats dog.
You don't care which dog
eats which dog, but people...
We're eating dogs.
LYNN: Have you thought about
what taking this money
actually means?
We're going to have
to disappear.
Cut everyone off.
I can do that.
But your family, your parents,
that's good.
Good?
My dad is a dick.
My mom,
that's--
I haven't even
thought about that.
This decision is going to cut
off your whole life.
And you have a good life,
and you don't need this money-
Lynn, look at me.
I don't care about the money.
I care about you.
LYNN: Shit.
Goddamn it.
Come on, grab the gear-
Get your fucking gear on.
We're going to have to go.
Hey!
Shit.
I want my money.
Wait a minute, he's not a ranger.
Yeah, no fuck-
Oh, go ahead, fuck with me.
We lost one.
What do you mean, you lost one?
Just bring it up here.
RANGER: Hey!
[ Ranger grunts ]
Shit!
VICTOR: Go, go, go!
Get in the fucking boat!
JEFF: Push!
Come on, paddle.
VICTOR: GO!
JEFF: Vic, come on.
VICTOR: Go, go!
Fuck.
[ Lynn shouts indistinctly ]
JEFF: I'm making sure
the money's okay.
LYNN: I got the money!
VICTOR: Paddle!
JEFF: Come on!
Goddamn it!
[ All shouting ]
JEFF: Watch it, watch it.
Watch the rocks.
VICTOR: Come on.
[ All yelling ]
[ Lynn gasps ]
Vic, Vic...
where are we going to go?
Huh?
Um...
McDonald Lake
isn't far from here.
And through the flatlands,
I mean,
we could probably
make it to town.
So we're going to make it?
[ laughs ]
I wouldn't fucking count on it.
We need to call the cops-
That guy took my phone.
Mine's fucked.
Lynn?
I... I don't fucking have mine.
Don't fuck with me, Lynn.
Hey, fuck you!
Let go of my fucking bag!
Hey guys, come on.
Take it easy. Guys come on.
LYNN: Shit.
Yeah?
Fuck!
LYNN: Hey!
Whoa! Whoa, whoa.
LYNN: Hey!
JEFF: Hey.
LYNN: Ow!
Vic, take it easy, man.
Vic, chill out.
LYNN: Vic! Vic!
Slop!
JEFF: We are in charge
here, Vic, okay?
Yeah. Jeff, get off.
Hey! Stop it!
Stay down! Hey!
This does not
get us out of here.
Okay? Take your
fucking oar and row.
[ Gun cocking ]
[ Gunshot rumbles ]
What...?
Whoa! Row!
[ Gun cocks ]
[ Gunshot ]
Lynn, come on!
Oh, shit!
LYNN: Come on, steer!
Oh, my God.
That was a shot.
JEFF: Come on, come on.
VICTOR: Row.
VICTOR: Right now.
Leave the money.
LYNN: Come on, you guys.
[ Gunshot ]
JEFF: Vic! Are you okay?
JEFF: It just grazed you.
LYNN: Get up, get up!
Get the bags. Get up!
VICTOR: It fucking hurts.
LYNN: Get the bags!
VICTOR: Drop the fucking money.
LYNN: I am not dropping
the money!
Are you kidding me?
[ Grunts ]
LYNN [ panting ]: Hey, hey...
Aah!
Lynn!
[ groaning ]
[ Whimpering ]
Oh, fuck.
Get away. Get away.
Is she okay?
I can run.
I can run, okay?
You're hurt, Lynn.
Look at me, I'm hurt.
I will buy a new leg!
What about the rabbit hole?
It's out here, isn't it?
VICTOR: We never even made
it through when we were kids,
because you were
fucking claustro--
Fucker! I'm not
8 anymore, okay?
It's an old tunnel that leads
out to the cement factory.
We can go there,
and then we're basically
walking distance to the highway.
VICTOR: You want to get
buried alive?
You can't even use
a fucking outhouse
without having a panic attack.
Look...
I've got a plan.
Vic, go fuck yourself!
Thank you!
You are always shitting on Jeff,
trying to make yourself
look like the big man.
But guess what?
You are the one dumb-ass
out of a billion
who would pass this money up.
At least Jeff has a plan.
At least Jeff has fucking balls.
[ Breathing heavily ]
Thank you.
[ Panting ]
[ Lynn grunts ]
Hey, hey...
Just give me a second.
[ Panting ]
You guys are leaving
a fucking trail.
JEFF: Look at how close he is.
VICTOR: GO!
[ Gunshot ]
[ Lynn yelps ]
I'm sorry.
Put the bag on the ground.
JEFF: Fuck this shit!
[ Gunshot ]
Let's fucking go.
Where...'?
Where's Jeff?
[ Gasps ]
[ Panting ]
[ Gasping and panting ]
You're here.
Lynn, I'm sorry.
[ coughing ]
You fucking took our money
and left me in the dust.
He was shooting at me.
He was shooting at all of us.
Would you shut up?
We're in this situation
because of you.
Vic, Vic, I found it.
I found it, come here.
VICTOR: I can't believe this.
[ breathing heavily ]
JEFF: Well, believe it.
VICTOR: Why do you let her
do this to you, Jeff?
JEFF: I'm not the one
who got shot.
VICTOR: This is what happens
when you follow around
a fucking crazy woman.
JEFF: Shut up.
MILLER: Hipster millennial
motherfuckers.
I'll go first.
[ whimpering ]
Fuck that.
Come on.
I got it.
Lynn, Jesus Christ.
I got it. Fuck...
[ gasps ]
Shit.
Damn it.
[ Coughs ]
[ Gasps ]
JEFF:
Guys, how much farther is it?
VICTOR:
I'm not going to lie, man.
It's pretty far.
[ Jeff breathing heavily ]
JEFF: I don't want to die.
VICTOR:
Just keep moving forward.
JEFF: I don't want to die.
I don't want to die.
VICTOR: Lynn, slow
the fuck down.
[ Lynn breathing heavily ]
LYNN: Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck.
Oh, shit.
JEFF: I don't want to die.
[ Grunts ]
Knife!
That was your big plan.
Getting us matching knives?
JEFF: Come on, babe.
Come on, he didn't know.
What?
He didn't know what?
He didn't know what?
He didn't know what, Jeff?
He didn't know
that you fucking...
won me?
[ Grunts and yells ]
Fuck!
Shit!
Shit.
Fuck.
[ Lynn panting ]
VICTOR: I'll go first.
[ Lynn grunts ]
LYNN: Shit.
[ Lynn panting ]
VICTOR: You want to go next?
JEFF: Uh...
No, I'm going to--
I'm going to get the rear. You...
You go.
[ Gasping and panting ]
Give me one of those.
Yeah, yeah.
LYNN: Hurry up.
Be right there on the other
side, all right?
[ Sighs ]
[ Birds tweeting ]
VICTOR: Oh, what the fuck
am I even doing here?
I'd much rather be pumping shit.
[ Grunts ]
It's tight and it stinks,
but you'll fit, big guy.
JEFF: Okay, Jeff, Jeff,
Jeff, Jeff, Jeff-
You can do this, Jeff.
VICTOR: Piece of cake, brother.
Okay, okay, okay.
[ Sighs ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
LYNN: Hey.
Never even been tempted
for a minute?
VICTOR: No.
You can do this, Jeff.
You...
you could have...
anything you want.
There's nothing
that I want anymore.
You are...
such a good guy, Vic.
And where has it gotten you?
Give me a fucking break, Lynn.
We make it out of here,
we're going to the cops.
Who put you in charge, hmm?
A man was killed today.
I got fucking shot.
No, you got grazed.
And is going to the cops
going to bring him back to life?
No.
You are just going
to give up my money-
So it's yours, huh?
Yeah.
Do you want it?
LYNN: No.
Jeff doesn't need it.
So, yeah, I think it's mine.
What is wrong with you?
What is wrong with me?
What is wrong with me?
Do you really want to know?
When we were little...
[ breathes deeply ]
We were equals, right?
We were best friends.
And then...
I got my fucking period
and I grew a pair of tits.
And everything changed.
LYNN: I became this thing
to you guys.
This thing that you won.
This thing that you like
to look at,
but you didn't really
like to listen to.
If that is how you feel,
then why are you still
friends with us?
Shut up!
Shut up!
Don't ask me why I'm with Jeff.
Don't ask me why I hate that you
both want to fuck me,
because you should both
know better.
Don't ask me why I am not
this perfect fucking thing
that you want me to be.
And don't ask me why I have failed
at everything
that I have ever wanted to do!
[ Whimpers ]
And stop fucking asking me
why I need this money, okay?
You patronizing dick.
Jeff!
Get my money
through the damn hole,
or we are leaving you!
VICTOR: All right, Lynnie,
get your fucking money.
I'm sure it'll solve
all of your problems.
LYNN: Hurry the fuck up, Jeff!
JEFF: Okay.
[ Jeff grunts ]
[ Grunts and pants ]
[ Jeff grunts ]
LYNN: Jeff, get my fucking
money out of there,
or we're leaving you.
JEFF:
All right, all right, hold on.
Finally.
Jeff, it's stuck.
JEFF: Wait, wait.
Hold on, hold on.
LYNN: Get it unstuck!
JEFF: Hold on,
it's around my neck.
LYNN: Whoa.
[ Jeff wheezes ]
MILLER: Let go of it.
LYNN: What? Jesus!
[ Jeff gasping ]
MILLER: Come on now.
Get... out!
[ Grunts ]
[ bones snap ]
MILLER: That didn't sound good.
LYNN: Fucking shut up.
You fucking greedy little bitch.
You... you fucking pig.
Put the money down.
Do you want your fucking money?
Where are you going?
You want your fucking money?
Good fucking luck!
Want to keep this going?
You're gonna be stuck in there
for a long time, motherfucker.
All right.
[ Lynn grunts ]
[ Panting ]
[ Sobbing ]
LYNN: Shit.
[ Grunting and panting ]
Shit.
VICTOR: Where's Jeff?
LYNN: Jeff...
He's stuck.
VICTOR: You left him?
He's freaking out.
I don't know.
Go check on him.
Jesus fucking Christ.
LYNN [ gasping ]: Oh, shit.
Fuck. Fuck.
Shit.
[ Grunts ]
[ Groans ]
VICTOR: What the fuck.
Jesus Christ.
Did she fucking bury you in here?
MILLER: Hi, Vic.
[ Gunshot ]
VIKTOR: Jesus! Fuck!
[ Lynn panting ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Moans ]
[ Panting ]
Shit.
Hey!
Hey!
Hey, if you're going
to come, come.
Hurry.
[ Victor pants ]
LYNN: Come on.
Shit.
Hurry.
Oh, God.
Jesus.
MILLER: Here, kitty,
kitty, kitty, kitty.
VICTOR: Lynn?
Hey!
You are just a terrible,
terrible person.
[ Gunshot ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Grunts and gasps ]
Aah! Please!
Aah! Aah!
[ Panting and grunting ]
[ Groans ]
Got to admit, I'm impressed.
You really went all in.
You really leaned into it,
didn't you?
[ Sighs ]
[ Sobs ]
You're a bad little bitch.
[ Crying ]
Please don't kill me.
Stop it.
All right, kid,
where's the rest of it?
Give me a cigarette.
Hmm.
Sure.
I didn't know you smoked.
Where is it?
You know what I did
for this money.
What did you do
to get this money?
All sorts of horrible shit.
Yeah?
You know, they say
every banker is a bandit.
Yeah.
Stop looking at me like
any of this is my fault.
I know we're in a pretty
fucked situation.
[ Chuckles ]
Don't you think?
We're in a pretty
fucked situation.
So, look, you need me
to find that money.
And I need that money to live.
Uh-huh. You want to make
a deal?
A deal?
Sure, what do you got?
I...
Will show you
where the money is...
and just give me some of it.
Just give me...
just give me back my backpack,
and I will take you
to the fucking money.
Shake hands, part ways,
say no more?
And we go our
separate ways, and--
Never, never to be
talked about again?
No. No.
Thinking maybe counter-offering
maybe like five grand?
Are you going to fucking
insult me like that?
You really should
look at yourself.
I mean, you're a mess.
You're twenty--
what, 22 years old?
Entitled, bitter, angry.
You want me to fucking beg
right now?
Mmm.
You want me to get
on my fucking knees
and beg you to not kill me?
Please don't kill me.
[ Sobs ]
Please don't kill me.
I'll do anything
you want me to do.
Yeah, fuck that!
[ Grunts ]
[ gunshot ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Miller grunts ]
Stop!
Get off me!
[ Panting ]
[ Whimpers ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Groans ]
[ gunshot ]
I'm getting help.
I'm sorry.
[ Gunshot ]
[ Panting ]
[ Crowd shouting excitedly
and distant cheering ]
[ Whiskey by Bearcoon Mays ]
Sometimes this world
Just seems so mean
I can't get enough
Of what I need
I can't get enough of what
I need
I can't get enough
Of what I need
Well, my mama's sick
And my daddy's mad I
Brother's ill
And the other one's sad
I can't get enough
Of what I need
I can't get enough of what
I need
And I used to wash it down
With whiskey
Used to wash it down
With whiskey'
Sometimes this world
Just seems so cold
'Cause I'm getting tired
Getting old
Yeah, I'm getting tired
Getting old
Yeah, I'm getting tired
Getting old
Keep your match
Far away from me
'Cause my heart pumps
Gasoline
Yeah, my heart
Pumps gasoline
Yeah my heart pumps
Gasoline
And I used to wash it down
With six cold beer
Used to wash it down
With 12 cold beer
Used to wash it down
With 24 beer
Used to wash it down
With whiskey'
Used to wash it down
With whiskey'
Used to wash it down
With whiskey'
[ White Roses
by Taylor Crawford plays ]
Damn white roses
And a picket fence
Mama said
Don't you paint them red
'Cause love isn't flawless
It needs direction
Don't go chasing this idea
Of perfection
You told me
Honey, let's take it slow
'Cause you want to
But you passed I love you
In the dark
Last night
You were moving faster
But now the stories changed
And I want to know why
Damn white roses
And a picket fence
Mama said
Don'! you paint them red
'Cause love isn't flawless
It needs direction
Don't go chasing
This idea of perfection
If you don't know
You don't know
Where, where, where
It's supposed to go'
Don't be so upset
When I ask
For your reason
You had me believing
This is real
Let me choose
You can do
What you want to
But I want your love