We Kill Them All (2025) Movie Script
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(coughs)
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(groans)
(car door bangs)
(sighs)
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(lights humming)
(sighs)
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(sniffs)
(discordant music)
(Christmas music)
Santa, won't you
listen to me
I got a feeling that
you just might agree
You know I haven't been
good...
(laughter)
- Hey, Megan.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- See you in a bit.
What's up?
- Thanks for hosting.
You can whip up one hell of a
last-minute Christmas party.
- Oh, it's nothing.
I'm just glad we managed
another year's contract.
I was worried we'd all
be out of a job.
- Something worth celebrating,
for sure.
So, things better since
the last time we talked?
- What do you mean?
- The purchase of this house?
- Oh. Um...
You know, it's a process.
Banks, they're soulless and
unforgiving, but it'll be fine.
We'll get through it.
- Fantastic.
- Cheers.
(chatter)
- [woman] No way.
Oh my God.
- Had to bring it up.
- I did.
And he was like oh...
Lane! Hi.
Lane, this is Sam, Brennan.
- Hi. Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
- Lane is my... my roommate.
My incredible,
much-loved roommate.
She's just back from Portugal.
- Yeah, I was away for work.
- [Sam] Portugal?
That must be some job.
- Pharmaceuticals.
- Yeah, she's a great one
to keep around.
(chuckles)
- I'm going to go get a drink.
It's nice to meet you both.
(nervous laugh)
- What? I'm sorry.
Why didn't you call?
I wasn't expecting you.
- I don't know,
I was too excited to see you.
I'm going to go to bed.
(soft music)
(fire crackling)
(coughs)
(coughs loudly)
- Oh, fuck's sake.
(sighs)
Oh, just a couple more days.
Don't be a fucking asshole.
(soft music)
(sighs)
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Oh, Miss, uh... Waines.
Yeah. It's Lee Hughes calling.
Yeah, the owners at Elk Ridge
here have told me
to give you a shout when
I had the place ready for you?
Yeah, it's the Sleeping Beauty
in the Mountains,
that's what they're calling her.
Yeah, they said you were hoping
to come out
and give the grounds
a walk through?
(busy line beeping)
- I'm not doing this shit.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah. Oh, sorry, baby,
I didn't mean to wake you.
Yeah, I'm just, I'm...
- Overthinking?
- Hey, I'm sorry about tonight.
I panicked.
- I thought we talked
about this?
- I know, I know, we did,
and I feel completely awful.
I am trying, it's just that, you
know, these are my co-workers.
- None of them would have
a problem with us.
This is all you.
- You're right, and I feel
like shit. Okay?
I feel awful.
Look, I was just completely
caught off guard, and I'm sorry.
- Okay.
I'm just going to go to sleep,
but thank you.
- Laney, I am sorry.
Okay?
I love you.
Hey.
I love you.
That's it.
That's all.
- [Lee] You're coming
up tomorrow?
Uh... Oh yes, I've got the place
looking very lived in.
Banks won't know what hit them
when that big money
gets a look at it.
(chuckles)
You bet.
Yeah, we'll, uh...
we'll see you tomorrow.
I'm going to need you with me,
Jenny,
these next few days.
(chuckles)
She is just as hot-headed
as you were.
(soft music)
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(sighs)
(panting)
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(soft music continues)
()
(loud rumbling)
- Damn it, I hope
we weren't wrong about this.
- Middle of fucking nowhere.
- Been tracking this guy
for fucking years, Jimmy.
Who knew a scorer and a bender
out west would lead us to him?
We passed up on a good job
to trek all the way out here.
- What job?
- None of your fucking
business.
You're getting paid.
(suspenseful music)
Holy fuck.
That bar bitch down in Wyoming
might not have been lying to us.
There's the old fucker's Jeep.
Looks like we might get paid.
(brakes squeaking)
- Fuck!
- I've been waiting for this.
- Hey.
This here is personal,
so don't fuck it up.
You're not even supposed
to be here.
(uptempo music)
All right, head on swivel, boys.
Roman, you're with me.
(coughs)
(panting)
(uptempo music)
(gun cocking)
(suspenseful music)
(clanking)
Well, the old son of a bitch
saw us coming.
- [Lane] So, tell me about him.
Your dad.
I want to know
what kind of guy he is.
- I don't really know him
that well anymore, you know?
But who he was was someone
that I wasn't very proud of.
- He must have been a mess
after losing his wife.
I mean, not to condone
his shit parenting.
- Well, I was a little shit
after the accident.
And Mom wasn't around and...
Dad was never home,
so I started stealing his things
and hiding them.
And he got so mad at first,
but then it turned into
a little game,
and he would hide little clues
all around the house.
And one of the gifts he gave me
was this wood carving knife,
and we carved this magpie
together,
and that's why he calls me
his little Megpie.
I guess that's a nice thing.
- That's sweet.
What else?
- Oh, man. Um...
When I was a kid,
I was about five,
my mom, Dad, and me, we went to
the resort that we're going to.
- Mm-hmm.
It has a pretty decent
golf course,
and Mom hates the sport,
but Dad absolutely loves it,
so she did agree
that we'd go there
instead of Glenwood Hot Springs.
So Dad was committed
to making it worth her while,
and he planned this
whole dinner,
tucked into
the treeline.
He got candles, and wine,
and, like, deli sandwiches
from the gas station.
And we stole this golf cart,
and we sped across the green
and hid into the treeline.
And Dad and Mom danced to
the song that Dad was singing.
My God, I'd never seen my mom
smile so big.
It was the most beautiful thing
I'd ever seen.
- She sounds like
the most incredible woman.
I wish I'd known her.
- She really is.
I wish you did, too.
Now, how about that coffee?
(both chuckling)
- Roman?
- Yo.
- So, what do you got?
- Nothing back that way.
- Yeah, he's running scared
somewhere.
Well, there's more places
for the piece of shit to hide,
so... let's keep looking.
Hey! Keep your finger off that
trigger, we need him alive.
- Yes, sir.
(uptempo music)
()
- Oh, I forgot
to give you this.
Don't flatter yourself.
Open it.
- What is it?
- It's a phone tracker.
You tap it and your phone rings.
(laughs)
- Why are you giving me this?
- Oh, you got a great memory,
but it's short.
We spent an afternoon in Maui
looking for your phone
last year.
That's a sunset
we'll never get back.
Just try it out.
- You're ridiculous.
Okay.
(phone pinging)
- Sounds like a future
full of thank yous.
- Oh, my God, you're insane.
Laney, I'm not 80 years old.
- If the shoe fits?
- Okay, thank you so much,
you're so sweet.
But I'm not going to need it.
There's no cell service
out there anyways.
And besides, all I want is
that cold pine, fresh air.
- I heard that's good
for dementia!
You're going to thank me
for it later.
What's up, you forgot something?
(laughs)
- Ugh!
(soft music)
What's that?
- Anxiety.
You know...
It's just a pretty strong
prescription of barbiturates
that I picked up
a few days ago,
just in case you know,
anything goes a little tits up.
Don't worry, it's fine,
I probably won't even need them.
- Okay, whatever gets you
through the weekend.
- Shall we?
- Okay.
- Fuck! Jimmy!
Of all days.
(suspenseful music)
- Shit.
- [Cody] Are we sure he's here?
(Jimmy sighs)
- What does that mean, Cody?
Considering that I'm rifling
through his goddamn
Jeep right now,
where do you think
he would be?
Because he ain't walking down
the fucking mountain on foot.
Not with them lungs.
Fucking brainless wonder.
- Maybe he got word
we were coming.
Maybe he's got the cash
and he's on foot, I figure.
- I didn't bring you here
to figure anything.
Now, you turn this fucking place
upside down.
- Jimmy!
Jimmy, Jimmy, I just saw him,
he's in the parking lot,
let's go. Let's go!
(dramatic music)
(groans)
(gun fires)
(groaning)
(panting)
- [Lee] Jimmy.
It's about time!
I was beginning to think
you'd lost your touch.
- [Jimmy] Hello, old friend.
I can see that
you haven't lost yours.
Duke there was
one of my best guys.
Come on.
We got some catching up to do.
(dramatic music)
- Hi.
Wow.
This is crazy.
(soft country music playing)
- Oh, this little guy's
almost our senior.
- You know we're, like, in the
middle of nowhere, right?
This is the only place to
get essentials
within like, a
hundred miles.
- I love it.
You okay?
(sighs)
- You know my dad,
he's not a good guy, right?
He's shot at cops, he's held
women at gun point. I mean...
He's robbed banks, Lane,
did I tell you that?
- I work for Big Pharma,
we're both criminals.
- Visiting him just feels like
I'm stepping off a ledge
into the dark.
- That's called faith.
I have a lot of it in you.
Everything's going to turn out
exactly as it should.
I'm here for you.
Okay?
Hey...
(country music)
Oh God.
- What?
Shots, my lady?
I don't think
we're allowed back here.
- It's fine.
()
- What are you doing?
- Come here.
I've been looking for someone
like you
A kind man who's honest...
- Ah, it's going to be fine.
- It's going to be fine.
- It's going to be fine.
It's going to be fine.
The kind of man who will love
me just the way I am
Who will love me, the good,
the bad, the ugly
- Where would I be without you,
Davis?
- I have no idea.
(sinister music)
(groans)
- What was it, Lee?
Two, three days you
were supposed
to wait for
me up in Waco.
Then we take the money
down to Albuquerque,
hand it off
to that crooked son of a bitch.
- I waited.
You never showed.
- Oh, I showed.
Because I was waiting
for your dumb ass,
Danny and his boys
caught up with me
and they took everything.
Left me for dead
in the ditch down by Belen.
- Well, thank Christ
for the Pueblos
and their salves, eh, Jimmy?
- [Jimmy] Cody, get rid of Duke.
Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, what have we here?
(laughing)
Look at them girls.
That Jenny, she was
something else, wasn't she?
Megan's got to be what...
24, 25 by now?
If she's anything
like her mother,
she's got to be
a knockout, right?
- The money ain't here.
It's back in the city.
I swear.
- You're a fool
but you're not that stupid.
Aside from that ballsy move
you pulled,
you've never been
much of a gambler, Lee.
- What the fuck would I do
with all that money
in a place like this?
The money isn't here,
I told you.
- What'd you say, boys?
Go and pay his little Megan
a visit.
See what kind of a flower
she grew into.
- You leave her alone,
you goddamn bastard.
- [Jimmy] You ever go to church,
Lee?
Jenny was a Christian.
I'm sure she dragged you off
a handful of Sundays.
There's a verse
I'm thinking of, in what?
Jeremiah.
The fathers have eaten
sour grapes
and the children's teeth
are set on edge.
- No!
(Lee shouting in fear)
(groaning)
- Your actions will cleaned in
kind by Megan,
your little girl, if you don't
use that fucking head of yours.
Tell me where you put
my fucking money.
- [Lee] Aaah!
- [Jimmy] Come on, Lee.
You don't really need
that cash, do you?
I mean... last I heard,
your cancer had you
on the ropes.
(coughs)
- [Cody] He's fucking dying.
Keep going
and he's no good to us.
(loud cough)
- All right, Lee,
let's get you outside.
Maybe some fresh air'll
do you some good.
(coughing and moaning)
(loud shout)
Come on, Lee.
What's the deal?
Just two, three little words.
Location, coordinates.
- Go to...
fucking hell.
- Lee.
Lee!
Fuck!
(sighs)
I hope you've fallen straight
into hell, you old prick.
(gunshot)
- [Megan] So my dad got
a contract gig
with some local investors
to spruce up the place.
The banks took possession of it
over Thanksgiving
and yeah, now
they're trying to save it.
There'll be nobody else but us.
It's going to be
completely empty.
- So your dad's a criminal
and a closeted corporate stager.
Maybe he wants
to come out to you.
(chuckles)
- What? God.
- You know, back in the day,
he'd have fucking killed
all of us.
That prick was meaner
than a rattlesnake.
- Fuck that piece of shit.
You shouldn't have fucking
pushed him so hard.
It's going to take forever.
- If you fucking speak
out of turn one more time...
(groans)
...I will burn you down
and light the match
on your teeth.
Turn this place upside down!
(chuckles)
- And to think that's him
going easy on your ass.
(laughs hard)
Oh man.
Whoo.
- [Megan] He said
it's cabin one.
- These are so cute.
- There it is.
(soft music)
I got this.
- Key somewhere?
- Yeah, it's under the log.
- Under the log... Oh.
(chuckles)
Not exactly Capitol Hill, is it?
Ooh...
- Okay, humble abode.
- God, it's so much cuter than
I thought it was gonna be.
- Yes, because it's
had a facelift
since last time I was here.
Oh, wow.
(chuckles)
What?
- Oh my God, Megs,
lavender scented bath salts
and a candle.
Are you kidding?
I love him already.
- He must have softened
in his old age.
- Take it.
- Is there any Xanax in there?
- No.
Ooh.
But he did leave
some mighty fine red,
Fuel Plaza's very best.
- Perfect.
(sighs)
- Are you nervous?
- I guess,
but I wouldn't mind killing
a bit of time in here first.
- I have a really good feeling
about this.
- Oh, you have a really
good feeling about this.
- I do.
- You do?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
But I think we should
meet your dad now.
- Okay.
- Let's go.
- Okay.
Okay!
(suspenseful music)
(clattering)
- Fuck!
(groaning)
(suspenseful music)
(chuckles in disbelief)
- Well, well,
what have we got here?
- Is that your dad's car?
- Yep, that's his old Jeep.
- Welcome, ladies.
- Hi.
Gosh, what kind of
a place is this?
So elite they got to bring out
the big gun security?
- Something like that.
- Somebody just pulled up.
(sighs)
- [Megan] Well, we're
here to see Lee.
He's my dad.
Do you know where he is?
- Megan, right?
- Yeah.
Yeah. That's me.
And this is my girlfriend Lane.
We're just visiting
for the weekend.
Is he... is he inside?
- He might be.
- Okay.
Um, we'll just go take a look.
Thank you.
Dad?
Dad!
Lee?
- Uh, Megs, let's go.
- Hey, we got company.
- Oh yeah, what do we got?
- Look upstairs maybe?
- Yeah.
- Oh, well... you must be Megan.
You know, you're a spitting
image of your mama.
We're just about to get a drink.
Why don't you join us?
- No, we're good.
Thanks.
We're just looking
for my dad, Lee.
(sighs)
Do you know where he is?
- Well, I could ask you
the same thing.
Seems he's disappeared
off the face of the earth.
Me and the boys were hoping
for a reunion,
but it just hasn't worked out.
- His Jeep's outside.
Seems a bit strange now.
- Megan here tells me that,
uh...
these two fancy themselves
as some kind of a couple.
I mean, hey, in the eyes of God,
that's blasphemy.
But for me, hey, I'm ready
for some sis action.
You know what I mean?
(laughs)
- On, come on, Roman.
We think it's lovely.
What would your
generation call it?
Progressive?
- Not really anymore. No.
- No disrespect.
I applaud your sacrifices.
That's got to be quite
the sight, right,
like if the two of you...?
- Okay, fuck this,
we're leaving.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Whoa, ladies.
- Whoa.
I apologize,
that was uncalled for.
I'm sorry.
Come along now.
Why don't you sit down,
have yourself a drink,
your daddy will be along
soon enough,
we can all sit around
and catch up.
- No, we're good.
Okay?
- [Jimmy] Now don't be rude.
Here I am being hospitable,
offering you a place to rest
and something to drink.
Sit down.
Look at me being the rude one.
I haven't introduced you
to the boys.
That's Roman
and that there's Cody.
Roman goes way back
to me and your dad.
Cody's a fresh face, though,
straight out of prison.
- Let me guess.
Judging by the looks of him,
small-time crime
selling crack to 12-year-olds
and ripping off old ladies?
- You know, I bet you're
just as feisty in bed
as your momma was.
(groaning)
- Sit your sweet ass down!
- Oh, we're going to have
some fun with you, sweetheart.
Cody!
You make these girls
comfortable now
until I figure out
what they can do for us.
(girls panting)
- Where's my dad?
And what did you do to him?
- [Jimmy] Oh, let's not get into
all that nasty stuff.
How about some good news first?
If it's any consolation,
your daddy didn't suffer
nearly what he was due.
- I swear....
- Stop, you're making it worse.
Please.
- You should listen
to your girl.
Cody, find something
to tie this one up with.
She's got a little more spunk
than her dad did.
And Roman, go make your rounds.
I don't want anybody
crashing our party.
I think we got our hands
full with this one, huh?
- Fuck you.
(Jimmy laughs)
- [Lane] Please just
leave us alone.
- [Jimmy] I know all about you.
When's the last time
you visited your dad? For real?
I know that I've spent
more time with him...
since what?
You were 16.
You broke his heart,
lost his little girl.
You know he never thought
he'd be abandoned,
not by his little Megpie.
- You don't know what the fuck
you're talking about.
- [Jimmy] Well, that may be so.
I'm just having a hard time
believing
that you're so broke up
about all of this.
But he protected you
till the end.
You were his bluff,
did you know that?
Papa bird...
looking after his little one.
And you know,
I don't blame him...
I wouldn't want
nasty men like me
all over my little girl,
not as pretty as you are.
(slapping)
(spitting)
(exhales)
- [Lane] Let her go!
Please, let her go.
Stop. Stop!
Let her go.
- Are you done, darling?
(Megan coughs)
You know, a couple
little girls like you.
I'm sure you could use
a little extra cash.
No? I'm...
I'm sure there's
nothing you can buy
in that old store
that could put a baby
in that belly of yours.
- Don't touch me.
- Losing another parent, well,
that would be just so sad.
Did he offer you something,
you know, maybe something
he could pay reparations with?
- I don't know
what you're talking about.
- [Jimmy] Come on.
You had to have known.
Oh.
Oh, this is good.
Well, your old daddy,
he had the cancer...
The big C, black lungs.
He already had
one foot in the grave.
The way I figure it,
we did him a favor.
(trembling breath)
Oh, there it is.
That beautiful,
beautiful pain of regret
sinking in.
I didn't have to lift
a finger for that one.
You know, we're not terrible
people, sweetheart.
We want to get out of here just
as much as the two of you do.
Just tell us what you know
and don't try to sell us
on that bullshit lie that
you knew nothing
about two million dollars
that your snake of a father
ran off with.
Well, that's just not going
to land well with me.
- I didn't know anything
about any money. Okay?
- [Jimmy] Oh, your father had a
mouth full of lies as well.
But I lost patience
with his bullshit.
- [Lane] Stop.
- Come on, swallow it.
- [Lane] Stop!
- You want to join her?
- Jimmy. Jimmy!
We got a problem, man.
There's a car heading this way.
- [Jimmy] And you couldn't take
care of this yourself?
- [Roman] Take the base out your
voice, man, I'm on top of it.
I thought you'd be
more intimidating, man.
- Fuck!
Cody, you look after these two.
Roman,
you stand by and make sure
nothing goes sideways.
- Yes, sir.
- Hi, Mr. Hughes.
Jackie Waines,
San Juan County Tourism.
We... spoke on the phone
yesterday?
- Ah!
Nice to put a face
to the voice.
And, uh... a mighty fine one
at that.
- I apologize for the delay,
I forgot how far out
this place is.
- And could you remind me
just what is it that we're
supposed to be doing out here?
Old brain's
not what it used to be.
- This resort.
It's been foreclosed
for the past few weeks.
That might change
with some eager local investors.
(chuckles)
That's why the owners
had you come out,
bring this place back to life.
I'm sure we spoke
about this last night.
- I just do what I'm told.
It's not for me to ask why.
And, uh...
what was it exactly you wanted
to do out here tonight?
- The investors are coming out
tomorrow to take a look,
I... I wanted to come ahead
to make sure everything
was in order.
- Then it had to be tonight,
did it?
- I... I came a long way.
(sighs)
- Okay.
I just got to go make
a quick phone call,
then we'll do you
a little walk around.
All right?
- Mm-hmm.
- [Roman] Move!
Get to walking.
That's right, baby.
Left, right, left,
motherfucking right.
Love this job!
Whoo!
(chuckles)
Yeah.
We going to get comfortable
in this bitch.
- Roman, which one
do you fancy?
- Hey!
(clicking fingers)
Get your head in the game.
I'm talking to you.
Don't let these bitches run you,
you run them.
And if you can't do that,
step aside.
I didn't want you part
of this crew anyway.
Shit.
- I didn't know that he was...
that he was sick.
- I know.
I know.
- Cody,
I need you to stay here
and babysit our girls.
I'm not done with you, darling.
Think about what I said.
Only you can stop this, Megpie.
Roman.
I need to make some rounds,
disable their fucking vehicle.
I don't want any more goddamn
company tonight, all right?
All right.
Shall we?
- [Cody] You ladies ever
had dick before?
Like real dick.
- Don't fucking touch her.
(suspenseful music)
- I haven't been out
here for years.
(clattering)
- I need to piss.
Don't fucking move.
- (whispering) Okay. Look at me.
I have the knife in my pocket.
A carving knife.
Here, move to this side.
Get it out of its case and I
want you to stab him with it.
Okay?
- [Lane] My God...
- Baby, it's okay.
Baby, look at me.
You can do this.
All right?
Take the knife
and you stab him
in his fucking thigh
or his arm
or his chest or somewhere.
Okay?
And then we're going to run.
Hey, you can do this.
- Okay.
- You can do this, okay?
- Yeah.
- I told you not
to fucking move.
- [Lane] Argh!
(groaning in effort)
(panting)
- Bitch!
(clanking)
(both panting)
(suspenseful music)
(shaky breaths)
- Fuck, fuck...
Lane, Lane, Lane.
Be careful.
(clattering)
- Where's my little bitches
hiding?
- You stabbed him.
You did that.
You psychopath.
- I thought it would feel
so much better than it did.
Are you okay?
- No.
I don't know what the fuck
is going on.
Dad was--
- [Cody] Daddy's dyke!
(groans)
(door rattling)
You don't want
to disappoint daddy, do you?
You fucking little...
Daddy can smell you hiding.
Smells like dyke pussy in here.
Hm?
(door squeaking)
Here, pussy, pussy,
pussy, pussy, pussy.
(loud music)
(clattering)
(sighs)
- Okay.
We have to get out of here.
It's a long shot but...
- Like a master key
for the rooms?
- Yeah, it could be.
Let's try to get in somewhere
they can't get in, okay?
- You've been, uh... very
thorough with the snow removal.
- I aim to please, Miss Waines.
Aim to please.
(uptempo music)
- What happened to you?
- She had a fucking knife, man.
- See, I knew you were
too green for this, man.
Jimmy's going to have them nuts.
Where they at?
Where the hell they at?
- They're right there!
- (panting) Here, take these.
- Okay.
- There they are!
Daddy's here.
Ah-ha!
Open that door.
- Fuck.
- Come on, Megs, they're coming.
Let's just go upstairs.
- Coming for that ass,
snowflake.
(loud bang)
Fuck.
(banging on door)
- Baby, we have to go.
They're going to come in.
- Argh! Argh!
What the fuck, man?
- Fucking knock it down.
(long shout)
- Get downstairs!
- [Cody] Aaah!
- [Lane] Go, go, go.
(screaming)
- [Roman] Don't move.
Stay there.
- What was that?
- Well, you're in the...
San Juan Mountains, Miss Waines.
Pretty much as high
as you can get.
All kinds of sounds up here.
- [Roman] Don't move.
Stay there.
(groans)
- [Lane] Run!
- Get in there.
Get in there.
Keep moving.
I didn't tell you to stop.
You keep damn well moving.
- Come on, man. You don't need
to play this game.
Fuck!
(uptempo music)
Snow's a bitch, isn't it, honey?
Tracks like a little mouse.
Play with me!
(moans)
- You're wasting
your time with us.
- Move!
Get down those stairs,
snowflake.
I ain't playing with you.
(snow crunching underfoot)
- Stop!
(gunshot)
(panting)
(moans)
- It just had to be today,
you poor, unlucky bitch.
(gurgling)
You fucking stupid
fucking bitch!
Motherfucking think
you can get the fuck out of
my fucking resort.
Fuck you, fucking stupid.
(bones cracking)
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Fuck!
Fuck you, fucking stupid.
(panting)
Thanks for the dance.
- I'm coming for you!
(discordant music)
Megan...
where are you, darling?
You have nowhere to hide,
nowhere to run.
You don't need to play
this game anymore.
(suspenseful music)
Fuck!
(music crescendo)
Stop!
(gunshot)
- This do it for you?
Chasing women and cornering them
against their will?
- You need to watch
that mouth of yours, woman.
I mean, I know you and
your girlfriend think you cute,
some little couples thing
you got going on.
And that's fine.
But I'm going to send you
back to her...
all woman.
I need to have me
a little bit of fun.
Yeah.
You know
what I'm talking about.
(shouting) Don't be scared!
Don't be scared, sweet thing.
Get up there.
Oh, yeah.
(chuckles)
Now, that's
what I'm talking about.
(door squeaking)
- [Cody] Party's over.
I'm fucking sick of this shit
already.
- No! Fuck you!
Ah...!
- Huh?
You have enough of this?
(groaning)
It's over!
(panting)
- Okay, okay.
- Let's go.
- Let me take a good,
long look at you here.
Yeah.
Let me see what we got.
Oh, shit!
Damn.
You hiding all that?
You hiding all that from me?
See, your girlfriend
don't got none of this.
This is all man right here.
All 100% man.
Oh, you trying to go
someplace, huh?
Yeah...
You know what?
I'm going to need me
a drink to celebrate
before I handle my business.
(sighs contentedly)
(chuckles)
Oh, yeah.
Look at you.
You know what?
I think you should have
a drink, on me.
(laughs)
That's right.
Whoo!
My two favorite things,
vodka
and pussy.
(grunts in effort)
Aaah!
Dammit!
Come here.
- [Cody] Use your feet.
I'm not about to lose my share
over two fucking bull dykes.
- God, you're stupid.
- I could shoot you now
and leave you here to rot,
and tell the guys you got away.
Is that what you're looking for?
Because you're making
your way there real fast.
- Jimmy will kick your ass
if anything happens to me.
(grunts)
- Boss!
Jimmy, I found her.
(grunts)
- [Cody] Christ!
- She's half your size, man.
- Fucking bitch!
- Bitch!
(screaming)
(loud rattle)
Ah...!
Snowflake.
(clattering)
You don't have to hide from me.
(chuckles)
No, sweet thing.
It's just you and me down here.
- Please, please, please.
- It's just you and me!
(rattling)
- Please, please, please.
- I got something for you.
- Please.
Please!
- You're okay.
You like that.
You and me.
- No, my God!
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
That's right. Come here.
(screaming)
(screaming)
- [Lane] Meg!
(screaming)
- Hey, motherfucker!
(clanging)
(grunts)
(crying loudly)
(shouting angrily)
(Lane shrieks)
- [Lane] No!
(clattering)
(grunts)
(loud rattle)
(ominous music)
- Aaah!
(grunts)
(crying)
(panting loudly)
- There's your scissors,
you fuck!
(crying softly, door opening)
- [Cody] Hey! Roman!
Boss!
(Jimmy sighs)
- Fuck!
(metal clanging)
It's two fucking little girls!
Move it!
(door bangs)
(both panting)
- Hey, hey.
Did he...
- No, he didn't.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- Fuck!
Check inside the cabins.
All of them!
- [Megan] Hey, hey.
There's a landline, okay?
It's in the resort.
My dad called me on it.
We have to get to it.
- We have to split up
and separate them.
We have to kill them, Megs.
That's the only way we're
going to get out of here.
The pills in your bag,
they're in the car.
- Yeah. Yeah. Okay.
- I'll find the phone,
and you get the pills.
And then.... and then we can...
(rattling)
Go!
Go, go, go.
- Boss!
Jimmy!
(uptempo music)
- Motherfucker.
(soft, suspenseful music)
(pills rattling)
- [Cody] I hear you, girl.
You've got nowhere to go.
Are we having fun yet?
Because I can play
this game all night.
(suspenseful music)
(phone pinging in the distance)
- Oh, Lane, you fucking genius.
(phone pinging)
- Motherfucker!
(dramatic music)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy there.
Ooh! You made Daddy run.
Come on, darling.
I've got a place
for you to hide.
Easy now.
Ooh, you girls.
You two little girls sure know
how to make a guy run around.
Get in there.
(panting)
- You sneaky bitch!
Oh... there she is.
Sit your ass down!
You're not taking your ass off
of that chair
until Jimmy has his hands
around your throat.
(phone crashing)
Got it?
- Yeah.
You know, it really
should be you
leading the gang, not Jimmy.
- [Cody] You can tell that to
him when he gets here.
- I'm really sorry
about hurting you earlier.
I hope I wasn't too...
I don't know...
rough.
- Somehow, I don't believe you.
Aren't you a lesbian?
(chuckles)
- I go both ways.
- Prove it.
- You're fresh
out of prison, right?
Must've been lonely.
- What's that to you?
You don't listen very well,
do you?
Stay put.
- Okay.
- I'm going to get me
another drink.
- Okay.
(bottle rattling)
- Fuck!
(exhales)
(grunts)
- You know, I could kill you,
right here.
(Lane coughs)
Your girl's the only one
that can really help me.
You just got caught up with the
wrong family, didn't you, honey?
I suppose you were expecting...
kumbaya by the fire
and long hot,
hot nights with your girl.
Didn't expect a run-in
with old Daddy's past, did you?
- This is pointless.
Megan had no idea
about any sort of cash
or what her dad's been up to
for the last eight years.
She knows less
than all of you.
- Well...
that may be the case,
but if I knew Lee at all...
(Lane shrieks)
...there was a plan to him
bringing her in here.
(Lane shouts)
She may not know it all...
(cries in pain)
...but she's my canary
in the gold mine...
...and I will get
what I need soon enough.
- So why don't you?
- What's that darling?
- Just kill me.
- Oh, well...
insurance, of course.
As long as I'm looking
for Megan,
I got to keep you
on lockdown.
(grunts)
(Jimmy sighs)
(crashing)
(gun clicks)
- Oh...
Sorry.
Didn't reload.
Slipped my mind.
(panting)
(Megan shouts)
(groans)
(dramatic music)
- [Megan] Argh!
(pants loudly)
(pants)
- What the fuck?
Cody!
(uptempo dramatic music)
- No! No!
No!
- Okay... Slow down!
- No!
- Slow down!
Save some of that for later.
We've got work to do right now.
Come on.
Come on!
(Megan yelling)
Jesus, take it easy.
Slow down.
- Aaah!
- Hey, take it easy.
You know
I'm impressed with you girls.
That Cody was
a real goddamn idiot,
but his fucking temper
was special.
You just take it easy.
We got to work together
for a little while now.
All right, there we go.
(exclaims)
Sorry about the face.
She doesn't play well
with authorities.
- Oy my God.
Hey, hey, are you okay?
You piece of shit!
- Well, that was unwarranted.
I mean, I could have
snapped her neck,
but she's still alive,
isn't she?
- Fuck you.
- Oh... Oh.
I could have done that too,
sweetheart,
but I saved you the pleasure.
(grunts furiously)
Easy...
You make another fucking move
and I'm going to put her brains
all over that post.
You know...
(sighs)
I used to run with a bunch
of guys out of Texas.
There was this one guy...
originally came from Ecuador.
That was one crazy motherfucker.
With his knowledge
of interrogation tactics,
he made gathering intelligence
a much less daunting task.
- What is that?
- That is 200 milligrams
of strychnine.
Double the lethal dosage
you'd need for a body that size.
- No.
- Come on.
- No, no!
- Yeah... There you go.
Open up.
- Don't touch her, please.
I'll do anything.
I'll do anything you want.
I'll do anything. Please.
Oh, please, please.
Please!
- Shut up!
(whimpering)
All right, darling.
Here we go.
Up we go.
Now that...
is a slow dissolve capsule.
I'd say you got...
15, 20 minutes
before it's gone.
Is that going to be enough time
for you, darling?
Huh?
Mm-hmm.
I bet you that stash is a
whole lot closer now, isn't it?
Do not let that slip
past your throat.
There'll be no saving you
after that, I'm afraid.
Move!
- Lane, I'll be right back.
Okay?
- Come on.
- It's going to be okay.
- Move. Move.
Get moving!
15 minutes doesn't last long.
- I'm not an idiot. I know
she doesn't even have that.
- Well, then I guess
you better stop
dragging your feet.
(whimpering)
(screams in pain)
I bet you're regretting
that little synchronized swim
you took back there, hey?
Must be freezing
your tits off by now.
- I'd be more concerned
about that micro dick
of yours freezing off.
Any colder, I'd be more
of a man than you are.
- Got a mouth on you
like a sailor.
I'm starting to really like you,
Megpie.
Now move.
(crying softly)
(whimpering,
metal creaking)
(loud shriek)
(panting)
Come on.
I can smell my money.
Go!
I wouldn't think
you'd be dawdling like this.
Not with your girl in that
predicament we put her in.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Really?
In a boat.
Come on.
What are you doing?
(grunts)
Goddamnit!
(gunshot)
It leaves you dizzy,
doesn't it, girl?
Come on.
Oh, easy does it.
Come on, find your feet.
Find your feet.
Come on!
Not quite as tough
as your old man, are you?
(door creaking)
Come on... Move!
(gunshot)
(dramatic music)
I've got one bullet left
for you, Megan.
But first, a little reunion.
(dramatic music)
(whimpering)
Just one moment of cooperation
would've saved you.
And now you're not even 24
hours behind your old man
pushing through to perdition
and your girl...
...your girl is probably dead
by now and grateful for it,
knowing what
she would've gone through.
All because you were fucking
around with me!
You two bitches
can go straight to hell.
(gunshot)
(gurgling)
(both panting)
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
How the fuck
did you manage that?
- I improvised.
Where's the other guy?
- I improvised.
(soft, calming music)
()
(inhales, then exhales loudly)
()
I feel like I should say sorry.
- You have nothing
to be sorry about.
- No, but I feel partially
responsible somehow. You know?
- I feel like your dad was
trying to move on from his past
and it's not your fault
that it caught up to him.
I feel like he genuinely wanted
to say sorry before he...
- Yeah, you're right.
You're right.
(sniffs)
(sighs)
We should probably go.
(soft, emotional music)
(sighs)
(cabin door closing)
- What's that?
- Do you remember
the treasure hunt
that I told you I had
with my dad as a kid?
Well, he'd leave a marker
next to a clue,
a bird, a magpie, so that I'd
know that he'd hidden something.
- [Lee] Megpie,
the clue's on the bird.
- My God.
- [Lee] I hope you never have
to read this.
If you are, I'm sorry.
I should have fixed
all this sooner.
I love you.
Dad.
(soft music)
- Oh my God.
- What's that?
- My dad gave it to me
for my 15th birthday.
I threw it back at him
a year later.
Man, the look on his face, I'll
never get it out of my head.
I broke his heart.
- Oh...
(clanging)
Oh!
- Holy shit.
- Oh... my God!
- Oh my God.
- Oh my God.
(laughing)
- Oh my God.
Lane, it's a lot of money.
- You think this will make up
for all the fuck shit
we just went through?
- Well, it'll certainly go
towards some therapy bills.
- Oh, God!
(laughing)
[Lane] He came through for
you in the end.
- [Megan] A little less
to worry about.
Maybe it's time we took
a real vacation.
- [Lane] Define real vacation.
- [Megan] Sun, sunsets.
No family, no phones.
- [Lane] Can I just
make a suggestion?
- [Megan] What's that?
- [Lane] Maybe we stay away
from resorts for a while.
(soft music)
- [Sam] This is your party,
Megan.
New Year's aside, you should be
celebrating your new digs.
- Well, it's not exactly new,
but it's ours.
- Well, to new beginnings then.
- Hell yeah.
- [Lane] Okay.
I got one last bottle of red.
- [Megan] Oh, thank you, baby.
Lifesaver.
- Happy New Year's, Lane.
- You too, Sammy.
- How beautiful does she look?
I can't get over it.
- Stop.
- Yeah.
(laughing)
You two, I'll leave you
with that.
But congratulations, really.
- Thank you.
- Couldn't have happened
to a better couple.
- I love you.
- That's it.
That all.
- That's it.
That's all.
- We made it.
- We did.
Just about,
and... a little help
from that guy.
- [guests] 10, 9, 8,
7, 6, 5,
4, 3, 2, 1...
Happy New Year!
(cheering)
I know you feel like
you're dragging me down
But we're both kicking through
this ocean as hard as we can
Soon there'll be drier land
Do you feel
like you're drowning dear
It's okay
I'll be right here
When you're low
I'll pull you high
Love's the only way
you'll fall
You'll fall
Ooh, I know you feel like
you're dragging me down
But we're both kicking through
this ocean as hard as we can
Soon there'll be drier land
Ooh, I know you feel like
you're dragging me down
We're both kicking through
this ocean as hard as we can
Soon there'll be drier land
Drier land
Drier land
I need your love
like I need smoke
In my lungs
when I miss you the most
(uptempo, dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(coughs)
(dramatic music continues)
(groans)
(car door bangs)
(sighs)
(dramatic music continues)
(lights humming)
(sighs)
(dramatic music continues)
(sniffs)
(discordant music)
(Christmas music)
Santa, won't you
listen to me
I got a feeling that
you just might agree
You know I haven't been
good...
(laughter)
- Hey, Megan.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- See you in a bit.
What's up?
- Thanks for hosting.
You can whip up one hell of a
last-minute Christmas party.
- Oh, it's nothing.
I'm just glad we managed
another year's contract.
I was worried we'd all
be out of a job.
- Something worth celebrating,
for sure.
So, things better since
the last time we talked?
- What do you mean?
- The purchase of this house?
- Oh. Um...
You know, it's a process.
Banks, they're soulless and
unforgiving, but it'll be fine.
We'll get through it.
- Fantastic.
- Cheers.
(chatter)
- [woman] No way.
Oh my God.
- Had to bring it up.
- I did.
And he was like oh...
Lane! Hi.
Lane, this is Sam, Brennan.
- Hi. Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
- Lane is my... my roommate.
My incredible,
much-loved roommate.
She's just back from Portugal.
- Yeah, I was away for work.
- [Sam] Portugal?
That must be some job.
- Pharmaceuticals.
- Yeah, she's a great one
to keep around.
(chuckles)
- I'm going to go get a drink.
It's nice to meet you both.
(nervous laugh)
- What? I'm sorry.
Why didn't you call?
I wasn't expecting you.
- I don't know,
I was too excited to see you.
I'm going to go to bed.
(soft music)
(fire crackling)
(coughs)
(coughs loudly)
- Oh, fuck's sake.
(sighs)
Oh, just a couple more days.
Don't be a fucking asshole.
(soft music)
(sighs)
()
Oh, Miss, uh... Waines.
Yeah. It's Lee Hughes calling.
Yeah, the owners at Elk Ridge
here have told me
to give you a shout when
I had the place ready for you?
Yeah, it's the Sleeping Beauty
in the Mountains,
that's what they're calling her.
Yeah, they said you were hoping
to come out
and give the grounds
a walk through?
(busy line beeping)
- I'm not doing this shit.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah. Oh, sorry, baby,
I didn't mean to wake you.
Yeah, I'm just, I'm...
- Overthinking?
- Hey, I'm sorry about tonight.
I panicked.
- I thought we talked
about this?
- I know, I know, we did,
and I feel completely awful.
I am trying, it's just that, you
know, these are my co-workers.
- None of them would have
a problem with us.
This is all you.
- You're right, and I feel
like shit. Okay?
I feel awful.
Look, I was just completely
caught off guard, and I'm sorry.
- Okay.
I'm just going to go to sleep,
but thank you.
- Laney, I am sorry.
Okay?
I love you.
Hey.
I love you.
That's it.
That's all.
- [Lee] You're coming
up tomorrow?
Uh... Oh yes, I've got the place
looking very lived in.
Banks won't know what hit them
when that big money
gets a look at it.
(chuckles)
You bet.
Yeah, we'll, uh...
we'll see you tomorrow.
I'm going to need you with me,
Jenny,
these next few days.
(chuckles)
She is just as hot-headed
as you were.
(soft music)
()
(sighs)
(panting)
()
(soft music continues)
()
(loud rumbling)
- Damn it, I hope
we weren't wrong about this.
- Middle of fucking nowhere.
- Been tracking this guy
for fucking years, Jimmy.
Who knew a scorer and a bender
out west would lead us to him?
We passed up on a good job
to trek all the way out here.
- What job?
- None of your fucking
business.
You're getting paid.
(suspenseful music)
Holy fuck.
That bar bitch down in Wyoming
might not have been lying to us.
There's the old fucker's Jeep.
Looks like we might get paid.
(brakes squeaking)
- Fuck!
- I've been waiting for this.
- Hey.
This here is personal,
so don't fuck it up.
You're not even supposed
to be here.
(uptempo music)
All right, head on swivel, boys.
Roman, you're with me.
(coughs)
(panting)
(uptempo music)
(gun cocking)
(suspenseful music)
(clanking)
Well, the old son of a bitch
saw us coming.
- [Lane] So, tell me about him.
Your dad.
I want to know
what kind of guy he is.
- I don't really know him
that well anymore, you know?
But who he was was someone
that I wasn't very proud of.
- He must have been a mess
after losing his wife.
I mean, not to condone
his shit parenting.
- Well, I was a little shit
after the accident.
And Mom wasn't around and...
Dad was never home,
so I started stealing his things
and hiding them.
And he got so mad at first,
but then it turned into
a little game,
and he would hide little clues
all around the house.
And one of the gifts he gave me
was this wood carving knife,
and we carved this magpie
together,
and that's why he calls me
his little Megpie.
I guess that's a nice thing.
- That's sweet.
What else?
- Oh, man. Um...
When I was a kid,
I was about five,
my mom, Dad, and me, we went to
the resort that we're going to.
- Mm-hmm.
It has a pretty decent
golf course,
and Mom hates the sport,
but Dad absolutely loves it,
so she did agree
that we'd go there
instead of Glenwood Hot Springs.
So Dad was committed
to making it worth her while,
and he planned this
whole dinner,
tucked into
the treeline.
He got candles, and wine,
and, like, deli sandwiches
from the gas station.
And we stole this golf cart,
and we sped across the green
and hid into the treeline.
And Dad and Mom danced to
the song that Dad was singing.
My God, I'd never seen my mom
smile so big.
It was the most beautiful thing
I'd ever seen.
- She sounds like
the most incredible woman.
I wish I'd known her.
- She really is.
I wish you did, too.
Now, how about that coffee?
(both chuckling)
- Roman?
- Yo.
- So, what do you got?
- Nothing back that way.
- Yeah, he's running scared
somewhere.
Well, there's more places
for the piece of shit to hide,
so... let's keep looking.
Hey! Keep your finger off that
trigger, we need him alive.
- Yes, sir.
(uptempo music)
()
- Oh, I forgot
to give you this.
Don't flatter yourself.
Open it.
- What is it?
- It's a phone tracker.
You tap it and your phone rings.
(laughs)
- Why are you giving me this?
- Oh, you got a great memory,
but it's short.
We spent an afternoon in Maui
looking for your phone
last year.
That's a sunset
we'll never get back.
Just try it out.
- You're ridiculous.
Okay.
(phone pinging)
- Sounds like a future
full of thank yous.
- Oh, my God, you're insane.
Laney, I'm not 80 years old.
- If the shoe fits?
- Okay, thank you so much,
you're so sweet.
But I'm not going to need it.
There's no cell service
out there anyways.
And besides, all I want is
that cold pine, fresh air.
- I heard that's good
for dementia!
You're going to thank me
for it later.
What's up, you forgot something?
(laughs)
- Ugh!
(soft music)
What's that?
- Anxiety.
You know...
It's just a pretty strong
prescription of barbiturates
that I picked up
a few days ago,
just in case you know,
anything goes a little tits up.
Don't worry, it's fine,
I probably won't even need them.
- Okay, whatever gets you
through the weekend.
- Shall we?
- Okay.
- Fuck! Jimmy!
Of all days.
(suspenseful music)
- Shit.
- [Cody] Are we sure he's here?
(Jimmy sighs)
- What does that mean, Cody?
Considering that I'm rifling
through his goddamn
Jeep right now,
where do you think
he would be?
Because he ain't walking down
the fucking mountain on foot.
Not with them lungs.
Fucking brainless wonder.
- Maybe he got word
we were coming.
Maybe he's got the cash
and he's on foot, I figure.
- I didn't bring you here
to figure anything.
Now, you turn this fucking place
upside down.
- Jimmy!
Jimmy, Jimmy, I just saw him,
he's in the parking lot,
let's go. Let's go!
(dramatic music)
(groans)
(gun fires)
(groaning)
(panting)
- [Lee] Jimmy.
It's about time!
I was beginning to think
you'd lost your touch.
- [Jimmy] Hello, old friend.
I can see that
you haven't lost yours.
Duke there was
one of my best guys.
Come on.
We got some catching up to do.
(dramatic music)
- Hi.
Wow.
This is crazy.
(soft country music playing)
- Oh, this little guy's
almost our senior.
- You know we're, like, in the
middle of nowhere, right?
This is the only place to
get essentials
within like, a
hundred miles.
- I love it.
You okay?
(sighs)
- You know my dad,
he's not a good guy, right?
He's shot at cops, he's held
women at gun point. I mean...
He's robbed banks, Lane,
did I tell you that?
- I work for Big Pharma,
we're both criminals.
- Visiting him just feels like
I'm stepping off a ledge
into the dark.
- That's called faith.
I have a lot of it in you.
Everything's going to turn out
exactly as it should.
I'm here for you.
Okay?
Hey...
(country music)
Oh God.
- What?
Shots, my lady?
I don't think
we're allowed back here.
- It's fine.
()
- What are you doing?
- Come here.
I've been looking for someone
like you
A kind man who's honest...
- Ah, it's going to be fine.
- It's going to be fine.
- It's going to be fine.
It's going to be fine.
The kind of man who will love
me just the way I am
Who will love me, the good,
the bad, the ugly
- Where would I be without you,
Davis?
- I have no idea.
(sinister music)
(groans)
- What was it, Lee?
Two, three days you
were supposed
to wait for
me up in Waco.
Then we take the money
down to Albuquerque,
hand it off
to that crooked son of a bitch.
- I waited.
You never showed.
- Oh, I showed.
Because I was waiting
for your dumb ass,
Danny and his boys
caught up with me
and they took everything.
Left me for dead
in the ditch down by Belen.
- Well, thank Christ
for the Pueblos
and their salves, eh, Jimmy?
- [Jimmy] Cody, get rid of Duke.
Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, what have we here?
(laughing)
Look at them girls.
That Jenny, she was
something else, wasn't she?
Megan's got to be what...
24, 25 by now?
If she's anything
like her mother,
she's got to be
a knockout, right?
- The money ain't here.
It's back in the city.
I swear.
- You're a fool
but you're not that stupid.
Aside from that ballsy move
you pulled,
you've never been
much of a gambler, Lee.
- What the fuck would I do
with all that money
in a place like this?
The money isn't here,
I told you.
- What'd you say, boys?
Go and pay his little Megan
a visit.
See what kind of a flower
she grew into.
- You leave her alone,
you goddamn bastard.
- [Jimmy] You ever go to church,
Lee?
Jenny was a Christian.
I'm sure she dragged you off
a handful of Sundays.
There's a verse
I'm thinking of, in what?
Jeremiah.
The fathers have eaten
sour grapes
and the children's teeth
are set on edge.
- No!
(Lee shouting in fear)
(groaning)
- Your actions will cleaned in
kind by Megan,
your little girl, if you don't
use that fucking head of yours.
Tell me where you put
my fucking money.
- [Lee] Aaah!
- [Jimmy] Come on, Lee.
You don't really need
that cash, do you?
I mean... last I heard,
your cancer had you
on the ropes.
(coughs)
- [Cody] He's fucking dying.
Keep going
and he's no good to us.
(loud cough)
- All right, Lee,
let's get you outside.
Maybe some fresh air'll
do you some good.
(coughing and moaning)
(loud shout)
Come on, Lee.
What's the deal?
Just two, three little words.
Location, coordinates.
- Go to...
fucking hell.
- Lee.
Lee!
Fuck!
(sighs)
I hope you've fallen straight
into hell, you old prick.
(gunshot)
- [Megan] So my dad got
a contract gig
with some local investors
to spruce up the place.
The banks took possession of it
over Thanksgiving
and yeah, now
they're trying to save it.
There'll be nobody else but us.
It's going to be
completely empty.
- So your dad's a criminal
and a closeted corporate stager.
Maybe he wants
to come out to you.
(chuckles)
- What? God.
- You know, back in the day,
he'd have fucking killed
all of us.
That prick was meaner
than a rattlesnake.
- Fuck that piece of shit.
You shouldn't have fucking
pushed him so hard.
It's going to take forever.
- If you fucking speak
out of turn one more time...
(groans)
...I will burn you down
and light the match
on your teeth.
Turn this place upside down!
(chuckles)
- And to think that's him
going easy on your ass.
(laughs hard)
Oh man.
Whoo.
- [Megan] He said
it's cabin one.
- These are so cute.
- There it is.
(soft music)
I got this.
- Key somewhere?
- Yeah, it's under the log.
- Under the log... Oh.
(chuckles)
Not exactly Capitol Hill, is it?
Ooh...
- Okay, humble abode.
- God, it's so much cuter than
I thought it was gonna be.
- Yes, because it's
had a facelift
since last time I was here.
Oh, wow.
(chuckles)
What?
- Oh my God, Megs,
lavender scented bath salts
and a candle.
Are you kidding?
I love him already.
- He must have softened
in his old age.
- Take it.
- Is there any Xanax in there?
- No.
Ooh.
But he did leave
some mighty fine red,
Fuel Plaza's very best.
- Perfect.
(sighs)
- Are you nervous?
- I guess,
but I wouldn't mind killing
a bit of time in here first.
- I have a really good feeling
about this.
- Oh, you have a really
good feeling about this.
- I do.
- You do?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
But I think we should
meet your dad now.
- Okay.
- Let's go.
- Okay.
Okay!
(suspenseful music)
(clattering)
- Fuck!
(groaning)
(suspenseful music)
(chuckles in disbelief)
- Well, well,
what have we got here?
- Is that your dad's car?
- Yep, that's his old Jeep.
- Welcome, ladies.
- Hi.
Gosh, what kind of
a place is this?
So elite they got to bring out
the big gun security?
- Something like that.
- Somebody just pulled up.
(sighs)
- [Megan] Well, we're
here to see Lee.
He's my dad.
Do you know where he is?
- Megan, right?
- Yeah.
Yeah. That's me.
And this is my girlfriend Lane.
We're just visiting
for the weekend.
Is he... is he inside?
- He might be.
- Okay.
Um, we'll just go take a look.
Thank you.
Dad?
Dad!
Lee?
- Uh, Megs, let's go.
- Hey, we got company.
- Oh yeah, what do we got?
- Look upstairs maybe?
- Yeah.
- Oh, well... you must be Megan.
You know, you're a spitting
image of your mama.
We're just about to get a drink.
Why don't you join us?
- No, we're good.
Thanks.
We're just looking
for my dad, Lee.
(sighs)
Do you know where he is?
- Well, I could ask you
the same thing.
Seems he's disappeared
off the face of the earth.
Me and the boys were hoping
for a reunion,
but it just hasn't worked out.
- His Jeep's outside.
Seems a bit strange now.
- Megan here tells me that,
uh...
these two fancy themselves
as some kind of a couple.
I mean, hey, in the eyes of God,
that's blasphemy.
But for me, hey, I'm ready
for some sis action.
You know what I mean?
(laughs)
- On, come on, Roman.
We think it's lovely.
What would your
generation call it?
Progressive?
- Not really anymore. No.
- No disrespect.
I applaud your sacrifices.
That's got to be quite
the sight, right,
like if the two of you...?
- Okay, fuck this,
we're leaving.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Whoa, ladies.
- Whoa.
I apologize,
that was uncalled for.
I'm sorry.
Come along now.
Why don't you sit down,
have yourself a drink,
your daddy will be along
soon enough,
we can all sit around
and catch up.
- No, we're good.
Okay?
- [Jimmy] Now don't be rude.
Here I am being hospitable,
offering you a place to rest
and something to drink.
Sit down.
Look at me being the rude one.
I haven't introduced you
to the boys.
That's Roman
and that there's Cody.
Roman goes way back
to me and your dad.
Cody's a fresh face, though,
straight out of prison.
- Let me guess.
Judging by the looks of him,
small-time crime
selling crack to 12-year-olds
and ripping off old ladies?
- You know, I bet you're
just as feisty in bed
as your momma was.
(groaning)
- Sit your sweet ass down!
- Oh, we're going to have
some fun with you, sweetheart.
Cody!
You make these girls
comfortable now
until I figure out
what they can do for us.
(girls panting)
- Where's my dad?
And what did you do to him?
- [Jimmy] Oh, let's not get into
all that nasty stuff.
How about some good news first?
If it's any consolation,
your daddy didn't suffer
nearly what he was due.
- I swear....
- Stop, you're making it worse.
Please.
- You should listen
to your girl.
Cody, find something
to tie this one up with.
She's got a little more spunk
than her dad did.
And Roman, go make your rounds.
I don't want anybody
crashing our party.
I think we got our hands
full with this one, huh?
- Fuck you.
(Jimmy laughs)
- [Lane] Please just
leave us alone.
- [Jimmy] I know all about you.
When's the last time
you visited your dad? For real?
I know that I've spent
more time with him...
since what?
You were 16.
You broke his heart,
lost his little girl.
You know he never thought
he'd be abandoned,
not by his little Megpie.
- You don't know what the fuck
you're talking about.
- [Jimmy] Well, that may be so.
I'm just having a hard time
believing
that you're so broke up
about all of this.
But he protected you
till the end.
You were his bluff,
did you know that?
Papa bird...
looking after his little one.
And you know,
I don't blame him...
I wouldn't want
nasty men like me
all over my little girl,
not as pretty as you are.
(slapping)
(spitting)
(exhales)
- [Lane] Let her go!
Please, let her go.
Stop. Stop!
Let her go.
- Are you done, darling?
(Megan coughs)
You know, a couple
little girls like you.
I'm sure you could use
a little extra cash.
No? I'm...
I'm sure there's
nothing you can buy
in that old store
that could put a baby
in that belly of yours.
- Don't touch me.
- Losing another parent, well,
that would be just so sad.
Did he offer you something,
you know, maybe something
he could pay reparations with?
- I don't know
what you're talking about.
- [Jimmy] Come on.
You had to have known.
Oh.
Oh, this is good.
Well, your old daddy,
he had the cancer...
The big C, black lungs.
He already had
one foot in the grave.
The way I figure it,
we did him a favor.
(trembling breath)
Oh, there it is.
That beautiful,
beautiful pain of regret
sinking in.
I didn't have to lift
a finger for that one.
You know, we're not terrible
people, sweetheart.
We want to get out of here just
as much as the two of you do.
Just tell us what you know
and don't try to sell us
on that bullshit lie that
you knew nothing
about two million dollars
that your snake of a father
ran off with.
Well, that's just not going
to land well with me.
- I didn't know anything
about any money. Okay?
- [Jimmy] Oh, your father had a
mouth full of lies as well.
But I lost patience
with his bullshit.
- [Lane] Stop.
- Come on, swallow it.
- [Lane] Stop!
- You want to join her?
- Jimmy. Jimmy!
We got a problem, man.
There's a car heading this way.
- [Jimmy] And you couldn't take
care of this yourself?
- [Roman] Take the base out your
voice, man, I'm on top of it.
I thought you'd be
more intimidating, man.
- Fuck!
Cody, you look after these two.
Roman,
you stand by and make sure
nothing goes sideways.
- Yes, sir.
- Hi, Mr. Hughes.
Jackie Waines,
San Juan County Tourism.
We... spoke on the phone
yesterday?
- Ah!
Nice to put a face
to the voice.
And, uh... a mighty fine one
at that.
- I apologize for the delay,
I forgot how far out
this place is.
- And could you remind me
just what is it that we're
supposed to be doing out here?
Old brain's
not what it used to be.
- This resort.
It's been foreclosed
for the past few weeks.
That might change
with some eager local investors.
(chuckles)
That's why the owners
had you come out,
bring this place back to life.
I'm sure we spoke
about this last night.
- I just do what I'm told.
It's not for me to ask why.
And, uh...
what was it exactly you wanted
to do out here tonight?
- The investors are coming out
tomorrow to take a look,
I... I wanted to come ahead
to make sure everything
was in order.
- Then it had to be tonight,
did it?
- I... I came a long way.
(sighs)
- Okay.
I just got to go make
a quick phone call,
then we'll do you
a little walk around.
All right?
- Mm-hmm.
- [Roman] Move!
Get to walking.
That's right, baby.
Left, right, left,
motherfucking right.
Love this job!
Whoo!
(chuckles)
Yeah.
We going to get comfortable
in this bitch.
- Roman, which one
do you fancy?
- Hey!
(clicking fingers)
Get your head in the game.
I'm talking to you.
Don't let these bitches run you,
you run them.
And if you can't do that,
step aside.
I didn't want you part
of this crew anyway.
Shit.
- I didn't know that he was...
that he was sick.
- I know.
I know.
- Cody,
I need you to stay here
and babysit our girls.
I'm not done with you, darling.
Think about what I said.
Only you can stop this, Megpie.
Roman.
I need to make some rounds,
disable their fucking vehicle.
I don't want any more goddamn
company tonight, all right?
All right.
Shall we?
- [Cody] You ladies ever
had dick before?
Like real dick.
- Don't fucking touch her.
(suspenseful music)
- I haven't been out
here for years.
(clattering)
- I need to piss.
Don't fucking move.
- (whispering) Okay. Look at me.
I have the knife in my pocket.
A carving knife.
Here, move to this side.
Get it out of its case and I
want you to stab him with it.
Okay?
- [Lane] My God...
- Baby, it's okay.
Baby, look at me.
You can do this.
All right?
Take the knife
and you stab him
in his fucking thigh
or his arm
or his chest or somewhere.
Okay?
And then we're going to run.
Hey, you can do this.
- Okay.
- You can do this, okay?
- Yeah.
- I told you not
to fucking move.
- [Lane] Argh!
(groaning in effort)
(panting)
- Bitch!
(clanking)
(both panting)
(suspenseful music)
(shaky breaths)
- Fuck, fuck...
Lane, Lane, Lane.
Be careful.
(clattering)
- Where's my little bitches
hiding?
- You stabbed him.
You did that.
You psychopath.
- I thought it would feel
so much better than it did.
Are you okay?
- No.
I don't know what the fuck
is going on.
Dad was--
- [Cody] Daddy's dyke!
(groans)
(door rattling)
You don't want
to disappoint daddy, do you?
You fucking little...
Daddy can smell you hiding.
Smells like dyke pussy in here.
Hm?
(door squeaking)
Here, pussy, pussy,
pussy, pussy, pussy.
(loud music)
(clattering)
(sighs)
- Okay.
We have to get out of here.
It's a long shot but...
- Like a master key
for the rooms?
- Yeah, it could be.
Let's try to get in somewhere
they can't get in, okay?
- You've been, uh... very
thorough with the snow removal.
- I aim to please, Miss Waines.
Aim to please.
(uptempo music)
- What happened to you?
- She had a fucking knife, man.
- See, I knew you were
too green for this, man.
Jimmy's going to have them nuts.
Where they at?
Where the hell they at?
- They're right there!
- (panting) Here, take these.
- Okay.
- There they are!
Daddy's here.
Ah-ha!
Open that door.
- Fuck.
- Come on, Megs, they're coming.
Let's just go upstairs.
- Coming for that ass,
snowflake.
(loud bang)
Fuck.
(banging on door)
- Baby, we have to go.
They're going to come in.
- Argh! Argh!
What the fuck, man?
- Fucking knock it down.
(long shout)
- Get downstairs!
- [Cody] Aaah!
- [Lane] Go, go, go.
(screaming)
- [Roman] Don't move.
Stay there.
- What was that?
- Well, you're in the...
San Juan Mountains, Miss Waines.
Pretty much as high
as you can get.
All kinds of sounds up here.
- [Roman] Don't move.
Stay there.
(groans)
- [Lane] Run!
- Get in there.
Get in there.
Keep moving.
I didn't tell you to stop.
You keep damn well moving.
- Come on, man. You don't need
to play this game.
Fuck!
(uptempo music)
Snow's a bitch, isn't it, honey?
Tracks like a little mouse.
Play with me!
(moans)
- You're wasting
your time with us.
- Move!
Get down those stairs,
snowflake.
I ain't playing with you.
(snow crunching underfoot)
- Stop!
(gunshot)
(panting)
(moans)
- It just had to be today,
you poor, unlucky bitch.
(gurgling)
You fucking stupid
fucking bitch!
Motherfucking think
you can get the fuck out of
my fucking resort.
Fuck you, fucking stupid.
(bones cracking)
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Fuck!
Fuck you, fucking stupid.
(panting)
Thanks for the dance.
- I'm coming for you!
(discordant music)
Megan...
where are you, darling?
You have nowhere to hide,
nowhere to run.
You don't need to play
this game anymore.
(suspenseful music)
Fuck!
(music crescendo)
Stop!
(gunshot)
- This do it for you?
Chasing women and cornering them
against their will?
- You need to watch
that mouth of yours, woman.
I mean, I know you and
your girlfriend think you cute,
some little couples thing
you got going on.
And that's fine.
But I'm going to send you
back to her...
all woman.
I need to have me
a little bit of fun.
Yeah.
You know
what I'm talking about.
(shouting) Don't be scared!
Don't be scared, sweet thing.
Get up there.
Oh, yeah.
(chuckles)
Now, that's
what I'm talking about.
(door squeaking)
- [Cody] Party's over.
I'm fucking sick of this shit
already.
- No! Fuck you!
Ah...!
- Huh?
You have enough of this?
(groaning)
It's over!
(panting)
- Okay, okay.
- Let's go.
- Let me take a good,
long look at you here.
Yeah.
Let me see what we got.
Oh, shit!
Damn.
You hiding all that?
You hiding all that from me?
See, your girlfriend
don't got none of this.
This is all man right here.
All 100% man.
Oh, you trying to go
someplace, huh?
Yeah...
You know what?
I'm going to need me
a drink to celebrate
before I handle my business.
(sighs contentedly)
(chuckles)
Oh, yeah.
Look at you.
You know what?
I think you should have
a drink, on me.
(laughs)
That's right.
Whoo!
My two favorite things,
vodka
and pussy.
(grunts in effort)
Aaah!
Dammit!
Come here.
- [Cody] Use your feet.
I'm not about to lose my share
over two fucking bull dykes.
- God, you're stupid.
- I could shoot you now
and leave you here to rot,
and tell the guys you got away.
Is that what you're looking for?
Because you're making
your way there real fast.
- Jimmy will kick your ass
if anything happens to me.
(grunts)
- Boss!
Jimmy, I found her.
(grunts)
- [Cody] Christ!
- She's half your size, man.
- Fucking bitch!
- Bitch!
(screaming)
(loud rattle)
Ah...!
Snowflake.
(clattering)
You don't have to hide from me.
(chuckles)
No, sweet thing.
It's just you and me down here.
- Please, please, please.
- It's just you and me!
(rattling)
- Please, please, please.
- I got something for you.
- Please.
Please!
- You're okay.
You like that.
You and me.
- No, my God!
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
That's right. Come here.
(screaming)
(screaming)
- [Lane] Meg!
(screaming)
- Hey, motherfucker!
(clanging)
(grunts)
(crying loudly)
(shouting angrily)
(Lane shrieks)
- [Lane] No!
(clattering)
(grunts)
(loud rattle)
(ominous music)
- Aaah!
(grunts)
(crying)
(panting loudly)
- There's your scissors,
you fuck!
(crying softly, door opening)
- [Cody] Hey! Roman!
Boss!
(Jimmy sighs)
- Fuck!
(metal clanging)
It's two fucking little girls!
Move it!
(door bangs)
(both panting)
- Hey, hey.
Did he...
- No, he didn't.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- Fuck!
Check inside the cabins.
All of them!
- [Megan] Hey, hey.
There's a landline, okay?
It's in the resort.
My dad called me on it.
We have to get to it.
- We have to split up
and separate them.
We have to kill them, Megs.
That's the only way we're
going to get out of here.
The pills in your bag,
they're in the car.
- Yeah. Yeah. Okay.
- I'll find the phone,
and you get the pills.
And then.... and then we can...
(rattling)
Go!
Go, go, go.
- Boss!
Jimmy!
(uptempo music)
- Motherfucker.
(soft, suspenseful music)
(pills rattling)
- [Cody] I hear you, girl.
You've got nowhere to go.
Are we having fun yet?
Because I can play
this game all night.
(suspenseful music)
(phone pinging in the distance)
- Oh, Lane, you fucking genius.
(phone pinging)
- Motherfucker!
(dramatic music)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy there.
Ooh! You made Daddy run.
Come on, darling.
I've got a place
for you to hide.
Easy now.
Ooh, you girls.
You two little girls sure know
how to make a guy run around.
Get in there.
(panting)
- You sneaky bitch!
Oh... there she is.
Sit your ass down!
You're not taking your ass off
of that chair
until Jimmy has his hands
around your throat.
(phone crashing)
Got it?
- Yeah.
You know, it really
should be you
leading the gang, not Jimmy.
- [Cody] You can tell that to
him when he gets here.
- I'm really sorry
about hurting you earlier.
I hope I wasn't too...
I don't know...
rough.
- Somehow, I don't believe you.
Aren't you a lesbian?
(chuckles)
- I go both ways.
- Prove it.
- You're fresh
out of prison, right?
Must've been lonely.
- What's that to you?
You don't listen very well,
do you?
Stay put.
- Okay.
- I'm going to get me
another drink.
- Okay.
(bottle rattling)
- Fuck!
(exhales)
(grunts)
- You know, I could kill you,
right here.
(Lane coughs)
Your girl's the only one
that can really help me.
You just got caught up with the
wrong family, didn't you, honey?
I suppose you were expecting...
kumbaya by the fire
and long hot,
hot nights with your girl.
Didn't expect a run-in
with old Daddy's past, did you?
- This is pointless.
Megan had no idea
about any sort of cash
or what her dad's been up to
for the last eight years.
She knows less
than all of you.
- Well...
that may be the case,
but if I knew Lee at all...
(Lane shrieks)
...there was a plan to him
bringing her in here.
(Lane shouts)
She may not know it all...
(cries in pain)
...but she's my canary
in the gold mine...
...and I will get
what I need soon enough.
- So why don't you?
- What's that darling?
- Just kill me.
- Oh, well...
insurance, of course.
As long as I'm looking
for Megan,
I got to keep you
on lockdown.
(grunts)
(Jimmy sighs)
(crashing)
(gun clicks)
- Oh...
Sorry.
Didn't reload.
Slipped my mind.
(panting)
(Megan shouts)
(groans)
(dramatic music)
- [Megan] Argh!
(pants loudly)
(pants)
- What the fuck?
Cody!
(uptempo dramatic music)
- No! No!
No!
- Okay... Slow down!
- No!
- Slow down!
Save some of that for later.
We've got work to do right now.
Come on.
Come on!
(Megan yelling)
Jesus, take it easy.
Slow down.
- Aaah!
- Hey, take it easy.
You know
I'm impressed with you girls.
That Cody was
a real goddamn idiot,
but his fucking temper
was special.
You just take it easy.
We got to work together
for a little while now.
All right, there we go.
(exclaims)
Sorry about the face.
She doesn't play well
with authorities.
- Oy my God.
Hey, hey, are you okay?
You piece of shit!
- Well, that was unwarranted.
I mean, I could have
snapped her neck,
but she's still alive,
isn't she?
- Fuck you.
- Oh... Oh.
I could have done that too,
sweetheart,
but I saved you the pleasure.
(grunts furiously)
Easy...
You make another fucking move
and I'm going to put her brains
all over that post.
You know...
(sighs)
I used to run with a bunch
of guys out of Texas.
There was this one guy...
originally came from Ecuador.
That was one crazy motherfucker.
With his knowledge
of interrogation tactics,
he made gathering intelligence
a much less daunting task.
- What is that?
- That is 200 milligrams
of strychnine.
Double the lethal dosage
you'd need for a body that size.
- No.
- Come on.
- No, no!
- Yeah... There you go.
Open up.
- Don't touch her, please.
I'll do anything.
I'll do anything you want.
I'll do anything. Please.
Oh, please, please.
Please!
- Shut up!
(whimpering)
All right, darling.
Here we go.
Up we go.
Now that...
is a slow dissolve capsule.
I'd say you got...
15, 20 minutes
before it's gone.
Is that going to be enough time
for you, darling?
Huh?
Mm-hmm.
I bet you that stash is a
whole lot closer now, isn't it?
Do not let that slip
past your throat.
There'll be no saving you
after that, I'm afraid.
Move!
- Lane, I'll be right back.
Okay?
- Come on.
- It's going to be okay.
- Move. Move.
Get moving!
15 minutes doesn't last long.
- I'm not an idiot. I know
she doesn't even have that.
- Well, then I guess
you better stop
dragging your feet.
(whimpering)
(screams in pain)
I bet you're regretting
that little synchronized swim
you took back there, hey?
Must be freezing
your tits off by now.
- I'd be more concerned
about that micro dick
of yours freezing off.
Any colder, I'd be more
of a man than you are.
- Got a mouth on you
like a sailor.
I'm starting to really like you,
Megpie.
Now move.
(crying softly)
(whimpering,
metal creaking)
(loud shriek)
(panting)
Come on.
I can smell my money.
Go!
I wouldn't think
you'd be dawdling like this.
Not with your girl in that
predicament we put her in.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Really?
In a boat.
Come on.
What are you doing?
(grunts)
Goddamnit!
(gunshot)
It leaves you dizzy,
doesn't it, girl?
Come on.
Oh, easy does it.
Come on, find your feet.
Find your feet.
Come on!
Not quite as tough
as your old man, are you?
(door creaking)
Come on... Move!
(gunshot)
(dramatic music)
I've got one bullet left
for you, Megan.
But first, a little reunion.
(dramatic music)
(whimpering)
Just one moment of cooperation
would've saved you.
And now you're not even 24
hours behind your old man
pushing through to perdition
and your girl...
...your girl is probably dead
by now and grateful for it,
knowing what
she would've gone through.
All because you were fucking
around with me!
You two bitches
can go straight to hell.
(gunshot)
(gurgling)
(both panting)
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
How the fuck
did you manage that?
- I improvised.
Where's the other guy?
- I improvised.
(soft, calming music)
()
(inhales, then exhales loudly)
()
I feel like I should say sorry.
- You have nothing
to be sorry about.
- No, but I feel partially
responsible somehow. You know?
- I feel like your dad was
trying to move on from his past
and it's not your fault
that it caught up to him.
I feel like he genuinely wanted
to say sorry before he...
- Yeah, you're right.
You're right.
(sniffs)
(sighs)
We should probably go.
(soft, emotional music)
(sighs)
(cabin door closing)
- What's that?
- Do you remember
the treasure hunt
that I told you I had
with my dad as a kid?
Well, he'd leave a marker
next to a clue,
a bird, a magpie, so that I'd
know that he'd hidden something.
- [Lee] Megpie,
the clue's on the bird.
- My God.
- [Lee] I hope you never have
to read this.
If you are, I'm sorry.
I should have fixed
all this sooner.
I love you.
Dad.
(soft music)
- Oh my God.
- What's that?
- My dad gave it to me
for my 15th birthday.
I threw it back at him
a year later.
Man, the look on his face, I'll
never get it out of my head.
I broke his heart.
- Oh...
(clanging)
Oh!
- Holy shit.
- Oh... my God!
- Oh my God.
- Oh my God.
(laughing)
- Oh my God.
Lane, it's a lot of money.
- You think this will make up
for all the fuck shit
we just went through?
- Well, it'll certainly go
towards some therapy bills.
- Oh, God!
(laughing)
[Lane] He came through for
you in the end.
- [Megan] A little less
to worry about.
Maybe it's time we took
a real vacation.
- [Lane] Define real vacation.
- [Megan] Sun, sunsets.
No family, no phones.
- [Lane] Can I just
make a suggestion?
- [Megan] What's that?
- [Lane] Maybe we stay away
from resorts for a while.
(soft music)
- [Sam] This is your party,
Megan.
New Year's aside, you should be
celebrating your new digs.
- Well, it's not exactly new,
but it's ours.
- Well, to new beginnings then.
- Hell yeah.
- [Lane] Okay.
I got one last bottle of red.
- [Megan] Oh, thank you, baby.
Lifesaver.
- Happy New Year's, Lane.
- You too, Sammy.
- How beautiful does she look?
I can't get over it.
- Stop.
- Yeah.
(laughing)
You two, I'll leave you
with that.
But congratulations, really.
- Thank you.
- Couldn't have happened
to a better couple.
- I love you.
- That's it.
That all.
- That's it.
That's all.
- We made it.
- We did.
Just about,
and... a little help
from that guy.
- [guests] 10, 9, 8,
7, 6, 5,
4, 3, 2, 1...
Happy New Year!
(cheering)
I know you feel like
you're dragging me down
But we're both kicking through
this ocean as hard as we can
Soon there'll be drier land
Do you feel
like you're drowning dear
It's okay
I'll be right here
When you're low
I'll pull you high
Love's the only way
you'll fall
You'll fall
Ooh, I know you feel like
you're dragging me down
But we're both kicking through
this ocean as hard as we can
Soon there'll be drier land
Ooh, I know you feel like
you're dragging me down
We're both kicking through
this ocean as hard as we can
Soon there'll be drier land
Drier land
Drier land
I need your love
like I need smoke
In my lungs
when I miss you the most
(uptempo, dramatic music)