All language subtitles for +Tin.Soldier.2025

- You good? - You look great.

Thank you, I feel great. How are we looking?

- How are we looking on time?

How are we looking on time? We good?

- Yeah, looks like we're on time. - All right, good.

That's good. Please, let's do it.

- Just let me know when you're ready. - And... the lights.

Yeah, I like you just like that.

You like that? All right, good.

- We gotta make sure

- we can sell it for the Program. - Oh, yeah, we definitely gonna sell it.

Matter of fact, even if these cameras weren't on, they'd feel it.

That's perfect, yeah.

Do you prefer to be filmed with or without the glasses?

Of course without the glasses. They need to see my eyes.

I'm sincere about this. Could we, please?

Goddammit! Let's just shoot it!

All this back and forth. I got things to do.

- Brad, we good? - Yeah. Excellent.

All right, shades on or off? Off, right?

Gotta see my eyes.

He's coming around now.

All right, all right.

Open up those gates.

Bokushi, they're on time.

Bring the children through Falcon Protocol.

Okay, Shinjas, as rehearsed. Let's go, come on. Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Okay.

Hey, what's up? Man, you're early. My guys don't get in till 9:30.

Ah, you know me, baby.

I always get shit done.

Fucking storm, man.

Almost took me down in Twin Falls.

Hail as big as my balls, rocking the whole truck.

That's right, come on. Hurry up.

Sign me up for some more gigs, man.

Hello?

Cancel my order. He knows.

Hello?

- Hello?

Can you hear me?

Fuck.

Oh, my God. What the fuck?

Stand by.

Stay sharp.

- Fuck!

The US trains young men and women how to aim at and kill a stranger.

Sounds harsh, but it's the truth.

We just send these broken warriors home.

We slap a label on them, PTSD,

and we turn our backs.

But they are fractured human beings that we have failed.

Until now. Until the Program.

You see, I was broken.

I had seen the worst of man, but I got tired.

I got tired of popping pills. I got tired of sleeping with my gun.

I got tired of thinking about putting that gun in my mouth.

You see, I'm the proof that we can live again

and the Program works.

The only variable...

is you.

Ah, fuck.

Some days...

I don't know how I keep going.

My mind is filled with things that...

I don't want to remember.

Trauma feeds on you

like a disease.

And then...

even if it's just for a moment...

life is unbearable.

But this wasn't me not letting go of my past.

This was my past not letting go of me.

Federal agents are in an active standoff

with the armed group known as the Program.

Nancy Glass begins our coverage.

Good evening, in just moments,

we're expecting the FBI to hold a press conference.

This is after an HRT team, executing an arrest warrant

for a former high-ranking naval officer,

were met with deadly force.

And for those unfamiliar with the Program,

we've obtained a promotional video shown to new members upon joining.

The US trains young men and women

to aim at and kill strangers.

Should have taken care of him years ago.

And now here we are, 48 hours and it's Waco all over again.

There's a fine line between genius and insanity.

Name's Emmanuel Ashburn.

Hmm, not real friendly, are you?

You're not my friend.

Well, I'm just chatting it up, Sergeant Cavanaugh.

Or should I call you Nash?

Just wanted to have a little talk about your old friend Bokushi over there.

That what this is?

That's usually how it works.

I say something, you say something.

We go back and forth until we run out of things to say, yeah.

Hmm.

Oh. We're there.

The FBI has made it clear

the Bokushi has 48 hours to peacefully surrender,

or federal officers will breach the compound walls.

All right, kids.

I want you to meet your mother

when she was young.

Say something to our kids.

Our kids?

Well, we've known each other like, what, three weeks?

Best three of my life.

All right, I want it on the record that I said it first.

No, off the record.

I love you.

You're drinking again?

Can tell by just looking in my eyes?

I could smell it oozing through your skin.

I'm worried.

About you.

I'm fine. I'm not gonna hurt myself.

Why did you make an appointment today?

VA disability.

Yeah, and, uh, I can't collect without my annual.

You've dealt with a lot of trauma in the war,

and then again when you lost your wife.

But Evoli's death was an accident.

That I caused.

You have to forgive yourself, or you'll never heal.

Oh, what are you doing here?

Oh, come on. Is that any way to greet an old friend?

Don't give me that bullshit. I know you're with that Ashburn guy.

- Affirmative. - Why?

Why? 'Cause I'm a soldier.

The answer is no.

See, I told Ashburn, I told him that's what exactly you were gonna say.

Oh, really? Good, well, you tell Ashburn, you have no clue what you're up against.

No, I got a pretty good idea, okay?

'Cause we had an informer on the inside helping us.

My job was to get the HRT guys in and the poor woman out,

and it got fucked up, okay?

So the Bokushi hung her like a fucking piñata.

I don't want any part of this, you hear me?

Nash, look, you don't have to take orders from me anymore,

but there's something you need to see.

It has to do with Evoli.

That psycho left 'em in a cattle truck, engine running,

before he killed off six FBI agents

and nearly blew me to pieces.

And then he let them go, knowing that the battle was coming home.

And it bought him what? Forty-eight hours?

And not to mention some good publicity.

And this girl, this girl was amongst the kids.

Said she had a message for Shinja Nash.

She asked for me?

You sure?

Yeah. Yeah.

Why, you know her?

No.

She wasn't even born when I was in the Program.

They said you asked for me.

Are you Shinja Nash?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm Nash.

You were a Shinja?

A disciple of the Bokushi?

Yeah.

I had to find you...

and give you this.

Mama Suki said it was from someone important to you.

"They say that only those who are mentally and spiritually complete

can draw a true Enso."

"This is ours, incomplete, waiting for you."

"It is the ultimate symbol of our love."

"You must close the circle, my love."

"Then you will find the true expression of our hearts...

- for you and I make one Enso." - "One Enso."

Ma-Mama Suki told you to give me this?

She said you would understand.

Just the possibility of her awakened something in me.

Like the first time she appeared in my life,

before the Bokushi's teachings darkened.

When the prospect of redemption still seemed attainable.

- My Shinjas!

How you feel, huh?

- I feel like giving out money. - Yeah!

Huh? Can I give out some money? I got $50, who wants it?

- Fifty dollars.

Now what if I dropped it on the ground, stepped on it, disrespected it,

pissed on it, shit on it,

would you still want it?

Yes.

Why?

Because no matter what you do to it,

it still has its worth.

- You've been broken.

You have been beaten. You have been pounded over and over again.

But you know what, motherfucker? You have still not lost any of your worth!

- Sorry.

For the first time in a long time,

I could sense hope.

Even if it was only a distant drumbeat echoing through the darkness.

What?

She's the only one that could have written that letter.

The Enso was our thing.

Okay. Okay, so what are you saying?

I don't know, man.

I was unconscious for two days after that crash, man.

I barely even remember the accident.

And then I had some sheriff tell me that she drowned in the river.

Said they returned her body back to the Program.

Why? Why would they do that?

I know, I know, I know.

There's one sure way of finding out if she's still alive or not.

And that's going back to the compound.

Come on, man, you gotta help us, huh?

You're the only one who knows that place.

Man, come with us.

Huh? What do you say?

Why don't you take a seat.

Who's your team?

I'm a Phillies guy.

I could talk your ear off about Mike Schmidt,

Pete Rose, Steve Carlton.

But you know who really gets my respect,

is the pinch hitter.

That's a guy who takes a job that nobody wants.

Nobody.

I mean, think about it.

You're sitting there...

daydreaming about what you're gonna order for room service,

or the chick you're gonna bring home that night.

And then, boom, all of a sudden, a 92-mile-an-hour baseball

comes straight at your head, and you got a split second to decide

whether it's gonna break or not.

Good luck.

No one faces longer odds than the man who sat idle on the bench,

and all of a sudden is summoned to bat for his team.

Evoli.

That's your wife, right?

What if your wildest dream is true?

What if she's still alive there?

What a shame it would be if she became another casualty.

Things can get pretty ugly on these raids.

This is Sergeant Major Kollock.

He's in charge of this unit.

That's Jackson. He's a SEAL Lieutenant Commander.

You boys don't get it, do you?

He knows everything you're gonna do

before you even decide you're gonna fucking do it.

We both need something here.

This is the last chance for you to save her life

before all hell breaks loose.

We move before the FBI can screw things up.

Cut off the head, the body will die.

We slip in and we take out the Bokushi.

Even the possibility that Evoli was still alive

was enough to drown out the voice

telling me there wasn't any length they wouldn't go to

for my cooperation.

But, hell, at least I had a purpose again.

The reason you in front of me right now is because the system failed you.

Failed you.

When conventional solutions don't work, we use unconventional solutions.

I'm the unconventional solution.

PTSD is a choice.

I know, I know.

I know, that's a tough pill to swallow.

That's hard to digest.

But what would you lose if you believed that for just one second,

that all the power that you need to change is inside you,

and it's been there the whole damn time?

Who's bold enough right now?

I'm willing to give up my life for your life.

- No. - Oh, it's okay. It's okay.

You all right?

My name's Evoli.

It's gonna be okay.

An extreme threat requires extreme measures.

So they sent in a madman to stop a madman.

But where there once was a warrior,

there was now only the husk of a soldier...

with unseen wounds deeper than any that bleed.

My people, at this time,

I need you to open your hearts and your minds.

Because at times, the act of living can be suffocating!

I know. I know.

I know.

Because the trauma we've been fed, it leaves us with nothing but broken minds

that have been shattered into millions of pieces.

But if you can hear my heart,

know that hope...

is redeemed.

Hope is redeemed.

I know that your body is aching.

Every step taken feels like your bones are what?

Like they're breaking!

But still...

what do we do, huh?

What do we do?

We march on.

- What do we do? Say it. - We march on!

March on.

Do they respect you?

I said, do they respect you?

Right now, the only thing a military uniform gets you

is "thank you for your service" and priority on a plane.

Shinja Nash...

attack me.

What?

To think is to lose, Shinjas.

To think is to lose.

Shinja Evoli, take my place, please.

Attack.

- Damn. - Shit.

Hey, try that with me.

Come here, come here.

Disobedience

is worse than...

than death itself.

They figured I knew how he thought.

But no one knows how he thinks.

How could they?

He was the embodiment of corrupted power,

a homegrown threat,

a self-proclaimed messiah willing to unleash hell

in pursuit of a warped utopia.

Hey, Nash, you know there's no guarantee she's still alive, right?

You gotta believe me,

what happened in that river is not your fault.

The FBI standoff was to end at sundown.

We had to get in before they breached.

The feds had to play by the rules.

But that wasn't what was being asked of us.

What we were there to do would be sanctioned by no agency.

And taking the Bokushi prisoner,

that was no longer an option.

I knew the compound,

knew the tunnels, the shadows.

A reluctant tour guide back into a place I once called home.

I was returning to a hell I thought I'd never see again.

But in trying to heal a fractured mind...

you find pieces of yourself...

you forgot ever existed.

I want to marry you.

You want to marry me?

Mm-hmm. Nobody has to know but us.

Sure. Why not?

Do you, Evoli Carmichael,

promise to love, honor, and obey...

- Obey? - Obey...

Nash Cavanaugh, in sickness and in health,

till death do us part?

Yes, I do.

- Yeah? - Very much.

And do I, Nash Cavanaugh, promise to love,

honor and obey you...

Evoli Carmichael?

I do. I do very, very much.

Now.

Now I can kiss the bride.

Boo!

Chill, man, relax.

Relax, just chill out. It's just a joke.

You can put the uniform on and salute our flag,

but I know what you are.

You're a crazy-ass cult motherfucker.

Negotiators have reached a stalemate,

and the situation right now is tense.

Unconfirmed reports have come in that the FBI

intends to take the compound by force this evening.

We turn now to our very own Talia Fields

who has been covering this story on the ground.

It's been three days, and there's no signs of tensions easing

inside these concrete walls.

The FBI has halted delivery on all food and water

in a clear effort to stranglehold the compound.

- What the fuck, everybody, huh? - Can you tell me where Yates is?

Who's in charge of jamming the RF drones?

- Working on it. - Work the fuck harder!

- Are you Yates? - Yeah.

Sergeant Major Kollock,

Special Forces Operation Detachment Delta.

- Ashburn said he briefed you on my team? - Help me up.

Yeah, I spoke to Ashburn. He's out of his fucking mind, okay?

He doesn't know his head from his asshole. I spoke to the fucking guy already.

And what cock did Ashburn have to suck to buy him 48 hours,

can you tell me that?

'Cause I feel like we should let the Jonestown motherfuckers

drink their own Kool-Aid.

Those are veterans

in there, just like us.

Got a fruitcake here.

Why didn't anybody tell me you had a fruitcake in your crew?

'Cause I don't even know what you're here to do, okay?

We're ghosts to each other, got it?

You ain't never seen me. I ain't never seen you.

So do whatever the fuck you gotta do, but we're going in at sunset, okay?

- Nash!

Hop in.

Protocol, man.

See, I have to sanction every relationship in this program.

I, uh...

Yes, sir.

You don't have to call me, sir. We the same, baby.

You know?

Nobody's better.

Bleed like you, shit like you.

Like them girls like you.

No, you ain't got to call me sir.

That was OS for the old Green Machine, you know?

That's in your rearview mirror now.

You see that right there?

That's your past.

Now we're going into the open road of your future.

You have earned...

you earned the right to intimacy.

Time will tell if Shinja Evoli is the one.

But I'll be the one to make that decision.

Got thousands of people yearning for my attention, but where am I?

I'm here, talking to Nash Cavanaugh. Why is that?

Because I see

echoes of myself in you.

You got greatness in you, Nash. I can see it.

So you want to be in the Program.

Ah, you thought you was already in the Program, huh?

Uh-uh.

Participation medals, do not make you a man.

Hard choices...

easy life.

Easy choices,

hard life.

Make good choices.

Self-actualization is a choice.

- Oh! - You want in, right?

- Yes. - Huh, do you want in?

- Yes. - So you want in?

Yes!

That was fear.

But fear...

is not a choice.

She could be alive behind those walls.

Or maybe she died years ago.

Maybe all this was just...

them sacrificing the pawn

to bring down the king.

Perimeter breach detected,

southern courtyard.

Today...

you will be tested

because they have come.

The maker tried to destroy his creation.

We cannot subject ourself to the will

and whim of people who push into our house,

take what they want, leave when they please.

We sacrifice today to protect our rights,

our home.

Fight or die standing!

Okay, access is 20 yards on your left.

Down this way. Go.

Keep moving. Stairwell's up ahead.

Cover him. Cover him.

To a damaged psyche,

control is a comfort.

Now people don't get how subtle that can be.

And once you have a hold on someone's mind...

you don't need anything else.

What is this place?

They call it the hatchery.

At six months old, parents give up their kids

to be raised by the Program.

Jesus Christ.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Please.

Please don't shoot us, please.

- Please. - You by yourself?

Yeah, it's just two of us. It's just us two.

It's just the two of us.

The Bok-, the Bokushi sent the kids out, but she came and she found me,

and by then it was too late.

I didn't know what he was gonna do to them.

I need to get her out of the compound.

- I want to stay with you, Mommy. - Okay. I know.

How does she know who you are?

You aren't Shinjas.

I heard you talking.

I used to live here.

Hey, Jackson, get a look at this.

I'm looking for my wife.

What's her name?

- Ev--

You know the break in the fence down by the river?

- Yes. - That's your best bet of getting out.

The FBI, they're coming.

- Give me the gun!

Where's the Bokushi?

I'd never forget that voice.

Where is he?

Where's Evoli?

Fuck you.

Shit!

- Ah!

Where is she?

Come on! Where is she? Huh?!

You're gonna fucking tell me what I want to know.

- Where is she?

- Come on! Tell me! - Fuck.

What happened to her?

He always said you would come back.

I want answers. I want answers.

Bokushi, FBI have breached the front gate.

It's time.

- Go, go, go!

Go! Come on! Move up! Move up!

Honor till death!

- Man down! I need a medic! - Get her out of here!

Watch your backs!

- Shit. God...

You shouldn't be here.

You know he hasn't approved our relationship.

So, this is the color of your dreams, huh?

Well, the forecast is for pink sunrises.

I can't be away from you anymore.

- I can't. - Shh.

I don't know what's happening to me.

It feels like I'm scared about what I feel for you.

I mean, this place starts to feel like a prison.

Why do we have to fall in love in the one place we can't be together?

Let's go, let's go, let's go, come on!

Come on, soldier, let's go!

Wait! Wait!

Almost got killed looking for you.

What the fuck is that?

What are you gonna do? Nothing, you want to know why?

'Cause you're a scared little Shinja bitch who's whining about his dead girl.

You fucking pig fuck!

Cool off, man! Cool off.

- All done. - Okay.

No assault. We're clear.

Clear.

All clear. Check the other rooms.

Shit.

Welcome back, Nash.

So sad how it ended up for you.

Fear and regret have eaten you alive.

Where is she, huh? Where is she?

Where is she?

She's where you should be.

Where you were destined to be.

Come on, you coward. What happened to her?

He made the right choice sending you in here.

He saw in you what I saw in you.

A born leader.

- Selfless. - Who?

You ain't figured it out yet?

Still can't see beyond the illusion, can you?

Did you like Ashburn's speech about playing for your team, hmm?

You know that motherfucker stole that from me.

Who do you think funded the Program? Paid for my weapons?

This is the beginning of the end.

If there's a hell below, you're all gonna go.

You motherfucker.

Time's just about up, Shinja.

Why the fuck would Ashburn be working with the Bokushi?

Or is this more of his psychological manipulations?

Some kind of sadistic revenge for my betrayal.

Stay there! I told you! I told you to fucking stop!

- You fucking stand down! - Put your guns down!

- Put your gun down, motherfucker. - This is a zero-sum game.

You're not fucking Shinjas. Back up, back the fuck up!

- Lower your weapons. - You lower your weapons.

Lower your weapons now.

- Put your guns down. - Lower your weapons now.

- Now! - Come on. We don't want to kill you.

Just relax.

Relax-- Hey, hey.

I'm putting this gun on the ground.

- What are you doing? - Putting my gun on the ground.

Hey, what are you doing? That's crazy.

- Luke, please! - Nash, what the fuck are you doing?

I know you, okay?

I know your pain.

You don't know me. You know nothing about me.

You! You guys brought death here. You, you fucking brought death!

Own up! Own up! It was fucking you guys!

Look what's going on here. We're all gonna burn.

We're all gonna burn in fucking hell!

- It's gasoline. - Nash, we gotta get the fuck out of here.

Look at me!

Get up!

Kollock, this is falling apart. What's the fucking plan?

- Hold! - Back the fuck up! Get away from me!

The Bokushi's gonna take this whole place down.

- Honor till death! - Honor till death!

- Shut the fuck up! - I'm Nash Cavanaugh.

Block one, rank gold.

Okay?

I came here to find my wife, Evoli.

All I came back here is my fucking wife!

I knew Evoli.

Please tell me she's alive.

Yeah. Yeah.

She's alive. The Bokushi, he took Evoli with all the other ones chosen to survive,

the ones who are gonna carry out the mission.

Just, uh, slow down.

What's your name, brother? What's your name?

Are you talking about Eutierra?

I was Lido Rossi.

Block three,

rank red.

- No! No, no!

- Fuck!

Cease fire! Cease fucking fire! This whole place will blow!

Move! Move! Go! Go!

He's gone, man.

We gotta go.

Honor till death.

This. This leads to the river.

- Come on! Let's go!

- Shit! - Come on, jump!

Eutierra!

The prefix "eu," E-U,

from the root word euphorus, meaning?

Good!

Root word tierra,

meaning of the soil or...?

Earth!

It is Eutierra that we seek.

There you will find the answers,

for you have been blessed with a sacred duty

to usher in a new era of purity

to a world that caused you so much pain.

We are the bearers of this salvation.

This...

Shinjas,

is true freedom!

It's not destruction we seek, but transformation.

Eutierra is where we make our righteous stand.

The final chapter.

Shinja Nash!

Plunge thyself.

Baptism, getting rid of the old you,

reaching the new you.

Oh, shit.

This has been a very dramatic series of events.

We don't know when it happened or how it happened, exactly,

because there's been so much confusion.

But we are hearing that the administration is now telling senior members of Congress

that it believes the Bokushi has been killed.

We will not tire, we will not falter...

- ...and we will not fail in our quest

to defeat those who intend to do us harm...

...through acts of terror.

Keeping us in the dark backfired, wouldn't you say?

Fuck off.

Huh?

What were you doing with the Bokushi?

I was gonna ask you the same question. Fuck you.

Oh! Fuck me?

Fuck you.

Ah! Fuck you!

Don't worry, if there's a hell below,

we're all gonna go!

You're gonna like this, huh?

Whoo!

There you go!

You hear that, Ashburn? Huh?

Hell below! We're all gonna go!

- Talk, old man.

You don't need... you don't need to humiliate me.

I love America.

I put my fucking life on the line for her.

That makes two of us.

Why?

Why?

I knew Leon, your Bokushi, back when he was just a kid from Texas.

He wasn't anything.

I saw that he cared about those soldiers the way you do.

So I got him his funding from the US government

because I believed he was really helping.

I thought together, we could put decommissioned resources--

Veterans!

Veterans.

Humans.

Human soldiers. Say it.

Human soldiers to maximum use. Fix you up, send you back out.

But the Bokushi had a bolder idea.

He went rogue,

seeking vengeance against the government for the trauma they caused the soldiers.

Arresting him would've only empowered him.

You can't cage a bird like that.

And now I'm out here flapping in the wind, having funded this lunatic.

It's over for me.

But you got one last shot,

because the Bokushi sure as shit wasn't in there, kid.

- How did you know? - Because I trained the son of a bitch.

The Program was the future.

He created it. I nurtured it.

And he just thought he could walk away.

If he was gonna just escape...

why would he burn it all to the ground?

He needed something so atrocious,

so grand, so believable...

That no one would go looking for him.

I feel for you, kid.

Nothing can be sanctioned till they figure out he's not in the rubble.

But if you know where he went, odds are she's there too.

The Bokushi is the master of illusion.

And if everyone believes the illusion, it becomes reality.

Bokushi thinks he's won the game.

But he didn't count on the pinch hitter.

You know, I just look at your face...

...I feel lucky.

You look at my face and you feel lucky?

I do.

- Hey. - Huh?

What's wrong?

What is it?

I'm pregnant.

I don't want to fuck this up, Nash.

He'll know it's yours. He'll separate us, and...

and it'll be torture.

I mean, I don't even...

- Pregnant? - I want us to raise our child

in a safe environment,

not with the Mama Sukis and their soldier stories.

- Okay. - I want our baby to be free.

What do you want to do?

We stay here.

We fight him. We change things.

- What? - Yes. You take over.

- No, that's crazy. Listen to me. - Yes, we'll be free.

Do you understand?

I get it, but maybe it's time that we leave.

There's another chapter, you know?

- Where? - Anywhere.

We don't know how to function outside of the Program.

That was before, okay?

That was before us.

But this is our home.

No.

This, this is my home.

You're my home.

Okay?

We're good.

- Yeah.

- Right?

Jeez.

Yeah.

Hey.

We did it.

- What is it?

- Whoa.

What the...

Nash!

If it was all a smokescreen,

if the Bokushi had really evaded us...

well, then there was only one place

that I was going to find him.

If Evoli was there...

then I was leaving with her.

Or not leaving at all.

Eutierra.

He had finally built his temple mount.

A new home for his radicalized followers

he deemed deserving.

A place to work in the shadows.

Readying themselves to execute his vendetta

against a government that had discarded us like yesterday's trash.

His intentions loomed dark,

like a storm gathering on the horizon.

...responsible to face the consequences of their actions.

In the coming days, each of you have enrolled

in our operation.

Our resolve is unwavering.

Some of you,

you're gatherers of information.

If you take assistance,

trust us in exposing the corruption.

Others take their chances...

Hands.

Let me see them.

You're not gonna shoot me.

No, he's saving that for himself.

He will create a version of you he wants them to see.

Ah!

The moth to the flame.

Welcome to Eutierra!

Just give me Evoli and I'll walk out of here.

I must be missing something.

Are we missing something?

He actually feels like he's in a position to negotiate.

Please.

Please.

You want me to be the villain, don't you, Nash?

Hmm?

You want me to be the villain.

The bad guy.

Disruptor.

'Cause it's easier

than you just looking in the mirror at yourself.

I saved her from the crash, from drowning in that river.

I did that, Nash.

I did it because either you couldn't, or you wouldn't do it.

You know why?

'Cause all those doubts that you have about yourself,

all those demons that are whispering in your ear...

they're all true.

It's all true.

We came to you for fucking help.

And you got it!

And what did I get, huh?

A bunch of motherfucking disloyalty.

Am I right?

Hmm.

If you don't give her to me right now,

one of us isn't leaving here.

Now that's the Nash I know.

Take this motherfucker to the arena.

You let love blind you!

You thought you was planning on having happy forever under my roof?

I'm gonna kick your fucking teeth out your mouth.

- This is insane. - What the fuck are you talking about?

I'm not the idiot to walk into the belly of the motherfucking whale!

Here I stand!

Let's test the mettle of this man.

Come on!

I took back the baby that belonged to me.

You deserve a grand death, Nash!

- Or rather, they deserve a grand death.

- Come on, Nash!

Come on!

You got nothing now!

The student...

...humbled by the teacher.

Yeah, I like that, Nash.

He's the illusion!

He needs you!

You do not need him!

Yeah. That's what I'm talking about.

- Come on. Come on.

Tin soldier, that's what you are.

Poured when the tin was short.

You don't have enough mettle in you to make you whole.

Stay down!

Stay the fuck down!

- Come on. - What you want, Nash?

You ain't tired of getting your ass whupped?

All you see is her.

This what you want, huh? All you see is her.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Stay the fuck down.

Come on.

Nash!

Evoli!

Nash!

Evoli!

Evoli!

Nash!

Nash.

Nash!

Nash!

Nash!

Losing her once more,

watching her slip through my fingers and into that river...

that was something I knew I could not survive again.

How could the same nightmare happen twice?

Evoli!

Evoli!

This time, I hoped to take me with her.

Hard choices,

easy life.

Easy choices,

hard life.

That...

That'll forever be cemented in my mind.

But life, you know, I don't know,

not always that clear-cut, right?

I mean, even at its fullest, it's, uh...

Rarely is it ever easy.

And, um...

you just wake up...

every day.

Try to complete the circle, you know?

Try to heal.

And, um...

some days, it's not gonna go your way.

But some days, it is.

Some days, it is gonna go your way.

And...

then you gotta just keep fighting.

And you fight to find those little pieces that complete you.

And you never stop fighting.

Because...

Because every once in a while, you find that there's a moment...

when life really is perfect.