Original subtitles

- [Karl] Put down the gun, sweetie.

- [Hud] No chance.

You're gonna have to do this yourself.

- [Karl] You're trying to test me?

- [Hud] Yeah, because I know for a fact

you don't have the balls to do it.

- [Karl] You know what?

You're right.

(gunshots popping)

(intense music)

(intense music continues)

(intense music continues)

(intense music fading)

(water rippling)

(cellphone ringing)

(water rippling)

(cellphone ringing)

- What do you want?

- [Amberson] It's me, bud.

You running late?

- Late for what?

- [Amberson] Hud, I got a plane to catch.

You said you could make it by 10.

- Oh.

Yeah, 10.

Oh. Shit, sorry man.

I'm, uh, got caught up in another job.

I'll, uh, be there in 15 minutes.

- [Amberson] So you're gonna be here?

- 30 minute tops.

I'm, uh, running to my car right now.

- [Amberson] Okay, see you soon.

(water rippling)

(solemn music)

(lighter clicking)

(Hud sighing)

(solemn music)

- Fuck.

(Hud sighs)

(Hud grunting)

(solemn music)

(car engine humming)

- Jesus, Hud, you're late.

- Yeah, and you're fat.

Damn.

Life must be really good.

- You know, my son would give you shit for body shaming.

- Who's body shaming?

I mean, fat is fat and you, you're, you're kind of fat.

It's just a fact.

- Yeah, well, you look like shit.

- Well, I tell you, looked much better when I got up today.

You got a light?

- No, I don't smoke.

- Yeah.

- Good to see you, Hud.

You too, old friend.

It's been a while.

- Yep.

Well, we've been worried about you

and, from what I can see, with good cause.

- Don't lose any sleep over me.

- Quite a few people have been losing sleep over you.

So how's your little vacation

with your friends, Walker and Daniels?

- So I had a few too many, but you got a plane to catch.

- You've been here before?

- Not this place.

- Let me show you around.

Don't smoke in the house.

- So who picked this place?

- Isn't it obvious?

- What about you?

What'd you want?

- I wanted by the beach someplace,

but happy wife, happy life.

- Oh, it's such a pussy.

Yeah.

(sighing) Nice bar.

- Yeah, we're not going there.

Uh, why don't we go this way, old chap.

(footsteps plodding)

Your room's right up here.

This is your bedroom and the bathroom.

- Place is too fancy for my taste.

- Well, you can check out the other rooms

and the rest of the property on your own time.

Let's go, buddy.

(footsteps plodding)

- This is not a house, this is a mansion,

make no mistake about that.

Where'd you get this place from, Bruce Willis?

- Bruce Willis?

You're out of touch in more ways than one, aren't you?

- You're trying to say that Bruce Willis

isn't still the king of Hollywood?

- Look, "Die Hard" was 30 plus years ago.

If you wanted to be culturally relevant,

you should have said The Rock.

- The who?

- Dwayne The Rock Johnson.

- He can't be that famous.

- Why?

- 'Cause I've never heard of him.

(phone pings and vibrates)

- My Uber's here, I'm gonna go let him in.

Here's the keys.

Here's a laundry list of impossible tasks

Pam gave you to take care of.

- Check bathroom faucets.

Check the AC ducts.

Check the basement for rodents.

Come on, you don't need me to do this.

- I know, I told Pam I could hire someone,

but she insisted on you, that you could fix anything.

- Guess that's the least I could do

while I house-sit this shithole.

- And don't smoke in the house.

- Alright, that's twice now.

- I know, I just wanna make sure

you heard me the first time.

- Yeah, I hear you.

- Jo wants to hear from you too.

- You talked to Jo?

- Yeah.

She said you stopped seeing the shrink

and took up to some other type of medication.

- Yeah, like what?

- Like that liquor I could smell on your breath.

This trip was supposed to be you and Jo,

our family, the kids, our annual trip to Bora Bora.

What's going on, man?

- Yeah, I know.

Look, I know that I fucked up, okay?

I'm a fucking failure.

- No, you're not.

It's not your fault.

- Uber's waiting there, Tony Robbins.

- Thanks for doing this.

- You tricked me.

- No. Pam.

Make sure you call Jo.

- Have a nice flight.

- Don't smoke in the house.

- Only out by the pool.

- [Amberson] Don't empty my liquor cabinet.

- Cocktail hour doesn't start till five.

(solemn music)

- [Joanne] Hud.

Please don't leave.

- I just need some time.

I really need to find myself.

- [Joanne] Please.

- This is something that I need to do.

I hope you understand.

(solemn music)

(solemn music continues)

(peaceful music)

(peaceful music continues)

(peaceful music continues)

- [Joanne] Hi, you've reached Joanne McAllister.

Sorry I've missed you.

Please leave a message with your number and we'll talk soon.

(peaceful music continues)

(lighter clicking)

(cellphone ringing)

(Hud sighs)

(cellphone ringing)

- Fuck.

- [Amberson] Well, good afternoon to you.

You smoking in the house?

- Not at the moment, fatass.

- [Amberson] What do you mean not at this moment?

- Hold on.

Alright, go on.

- [Amberson] I asked you not to smoke in the house.

- Yeah, I'm in the pool.

- [Amberson] Okay. Okay.

You taking care of yourself?

- What are you, my mother?

Trying to house-sit here.

- [Amberson] Yeah, I know.

I'm just checking on you.

It's what friends do.

- I'm operating with zero distortion.

I've checked all the little items off your list.

- [Amberson] You called Joanne?

- I did - [Amberson] Liar.

- I did.

But the message is whole nine yards.

- [Amberson] She wants to hear from you.

- Yeah, maybe she should answer her damn phone then.

Look, I'll, uh, I'll try calling her again later.

Now you go enjoy the water

and stop being such a fucking pest.

- [Amberson] I love you too, man.

- And I'll have a hug for you when you get home, Mom.

Give the best to Pam and the kids for me.

- [Amberson] Take it easy, hardhead.

Call Jo, and don't smoke in the house.

(solemn music)

- [Joanne] Hi, you've reached Joanne McAllister.

(solemn music continues)

(tense music)

(phone ringing)

- [Cigar] Yes?

- It's me.

- [Cigar] And?

- We're at the target as planned.

We move in tonight.

- [Cigar] Good.

Call me when you have the case.

I will send a location for the exchange.

- Understood.

You just get that cash ready.

It's gonna be a cakewalk.

(tense music)

We're about to join the club boys.

We're gonna tap that motherlode.

We're gonna snatch us a big ass bag

of good old-fashioned fuck you money.

Right?

Yes.

Let's go. Come on, let's go.

(tense music)

(solemn music)

(Hud sighs)

(solemn music continues)

(phone ringing)

- [Joanne] Hi, you've reached Joanne McAllister.

Sorry I've missed you.

Please leave a message with your number and we'll talk soon.

(recorder beeps)

- Hey, Jo.

Um... I just, uh... I, I heard you wanted to talk

and I just... Uh...

(sighs) Shit.

Hate this fucking voicemail shit.

(Hud sighs)

(solemn music)

(solemn music continues)

(tense music)

- Hud.

Hud.

(tense music)

(objects clattering)

Hud, is that you?

Hud, over here.

(gunshot popping)

(solemn music)

(tense music)

(car doors clicking)

(tense music)

(Hud sighs)

(dramatic music)

- What do you think this is, trick or treat, asshole?

What's up with the getup?

- In case someone sees me?

- Hey, genius, it's the middle of the night.

- This can be traced back to me.

I can't risk it.

- You said the family was far, far away from town.

- And they are.

- Then you're pissing in the wind with that fucking mask.

- What if the neighbors sees something, huh?

- So you think the people,

liquid enough to live around here,

give a flying fuck where the neighbors get their blow?

Shit.

They probably all have the same dealer.

Besides, the closest house is a half a mile away.

Now, get me in that fucking house.

- All right.

Wait by the front door.

- Just fix the mask, alright?

(stealthy music)

(tense music)

(Hud groans)

(stealthy music)

(door lock clicks)

(tense music)

(door creaking)

(stealthy music)

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

- You picked the wrong house to rip off, asshole.

Are you alone?

I may have been born at night,

but I wasn't born last night.

(Ellis coughs)

- I'm alone.

I'm alone.

- Look at my forehead.

Is that dumbass written on it?

- No.

- Look closer.

(tense music)

(head thuds)

(tense music)

- What the fuck is taking so long?

(Karl sighs)

(tense music)

Don't just stand there and try to think of a good answer.

Go to the back and help her.

Open that door. Go.

Fucking go, go, you fucking... Dipshits.

Fuck.

(tense music)

- Ellis?

(tense music)

Ellis?

(tense music continues)

(Hud growling)

(tense music)

(fists thudding) (thugs grunting)

(tense music)

- Fucking cold out here.

(thug grunting)

(tense music)

Freezing my fucking bag ass off.

(thug grunting)

(tense music)

What the fuck?

(tense music)

(thugs grunting)

Oh, boy. Hey.

(tense music)

(dramatic music)

Who the fuck are you?

- Neighborhood Watch.

Who the fuck are you?

- [Ellis] Friends of the family.

- Yeah, jerkoff.

Just one phone call to the owner, you'll be in deep shit.

- I'm a friend of the family too.

Been for a long time.

Long enough to know who their friends are.

(Karl groaning and squealing)

And you definitely ain't one of them.

(balls crushing)

(Karl groaning and squealing)

It's a beautiful singing voice you got there.

(Karl groaning and squealing)

Why don't you take that pretty singing voice of yours,

and your little showgirl friends,

and get your ass to Vegas.

(Karl groaning and squealing)

(tense music)

You'd best move your ass.

I won't be so gentle next time.

(tense music)

- You said the fucking house was empty.

- You think I went in there

knowing some guy was waiting to beat the shit out of me.

- Then who the hell was that?

- If I fucking knew, you would too.

(Karl groaning)

- Okay.

(phone ringing)

- [Cigar] Do you have the case?

- Yeah, we, we had a little problem.

- [Cigar] Problem?

- Yeah, some dickhead.

He's friends of the family.

He's, he's in the house.

- [Cigar] Didn't you tell me the house would be empty?

- It is, was, it's supposed to be.

I don't know who this guy is.

Maybe a squatter.

- [Cigar] (scoffs) I, I don't care who he is,

all that matters is the case that you promised me.

- What do you want us to do?

- [Cigar] There's only an old man in the house, you say?

- Yeah.

- [Cigar] And there are five of you?

- Uh, I don't get it.

- [Cigar] I'll make this real simple.

Go arm yourselves.

Return to the house.

Shoot the old man and get me that case.

Simple enough?

- Yeah.

Uh...

Listen, uh, killing people wasn't part of the deal.

- [Cigar] Do you want the money?

It is now.

- Yeah, um...

Look, if I have to kill someone,

we're gonna need more money.

(Cigar chuckling)

- [Cigar] Well, why not?

I, I, I'll, I'll even double it.

Just get me that case.

And this time, don't call me

unless you have it.

(Karl sputters) (phone beeps)

(tense music)

- Ain't no coming back from this, man.

(tense music)

- Alright.

You wanna walk,

you do it now,

but if you do walk,

you don't get a cut.

(tense music)

We all in?

Alright.

Let's go grab some guns,

come on back.

Let's teach this motherfucker a lesson.

Not to fuck with us.

Let's roll.

(engine turning and humming)

(dramatic music)

(light music)

(keypad beeping)

(light music)

(door thudding)

(light music continues)

- Yeah, no, I just got here.

Mm-hmm, no, the drive wasn't bad at all.

The place is, you know, it's cute.

I know, it's, it's pink.

Love that.

But it's, it's just gonna take like a second for me

to get used to it, you know?

No, seriously wishing I were somewhere sunny right now.

But whatcha gonna do?

I'm sure Mom will love to tell me all about it

when she gets back.

Are you guys going to that kappa party?

Oh, really? Oh, my God.

You have to (objects clattering)

tell me all about it.

(objects clattering) (thoughtful music)

Hey... Hey, can I call you back, Zander?

(thoughtful music)

Yeah, no, everything's fine, everything's fine.

It's just...

I'm, I'm gonna call you back, okay?

(thoughtful music)

Drop it or I'll crack your skull.

(thoughtful music)

- Uncle Hud. - Molly.

You've grown some.

- Are you still smoking?

- Oh, what?

No.

- You promised me you'd quit.

- It was my last one.

You want to drop the bat?

- Oh. yeah. Sorry.

- Hungry.

- Come on, Uncle Hud, you know I don't eat meat.

- Oh, well, these are as safe as churches.

'cause I don't think there's any real meat in here.

- [Molly] Oh, that is disgusting.

- How about a pizza?

- Yes. Oh, yes, that.

I am way ahead of you.

(lively music)

(lively music continues)

(sweet music)

(whimsical music)

(whimsical music continues)

You said that was your last one.

(Hud grunts)

- What's with the case?

- That's my makeup case.

It's, it's jammed or something, I can't open it.

- Here, let me see it.

- [Molly] Hey, hey, hey, don't break it.

- Don't worry.

Yeah. Got my lucky tool.

I can literally fix anything with this.

So why aren't you in sunny Bora Bora?

- I lied.

I told my mom I was gonna stay with my friend Patricia.

- But really you were with?

- Zander, my boyfriend.

He's a lot like you, Uncle Hud, you'd like him.

- Yeah, I doubt that.

- He loves me because I'm bussin.

Not because I'm boujee.

He, he likes me for me, not because my dad's rich.

- Well, I hope that that's true.

- It is.

- Well, he must really be something

for you to turn down a tropical vacation.

- It just... It didn't feel right.

- Why's that?

- 'Cause you and Aunt Jo aren't gonna be there.

It, it'd be weird.

(gentle music)

- Sorry.

It's all fixed.

See that?

Lucky tool.

Never leave home without it.

- You're so lame.

Thank you.

- No, come on.

Leave it, I'll take care of that.

- It's good to see you.

She misses you, you know?

We all do.

- [Hud] Leave it, kid.

- She knows.

We know you're in pain.

- [Hud] Molly, come on.

- If you just stop drinking and listen.

- Alright, would you just stop?

Last thing I need is to hear about my problems

from some little princess

who's never even lived in the real world, okay?

(gentle music)

Hey, kiddo.

I'm really sorry.

I didn't mean what I said.

It's really stupid of me.

I'm just a little lost right now.

- It's okay.

You'll find your way.

You're not alone.

- [Hud] Thanks.

- I'm, I'm tired.

I think I'm gonna take a nap, okay?

- Hey, you're a lot like your old man, you know that?

- [Molly] Call Aunt Jo.

- I did.

- So, try again.

- [Hud] You need to go lay down.

- And you need to stop drinking.

Oh, and stop smoking.

- Just smoked my last one.

- Yeah, I hope that's true.

And I hope you won't give up on Aunt Jo.

You're a good man, Uncle Hud.

You got rizz.

- What?

(Molly chuckles)

I'll tell you what,

if you come down those stairs in the morning

talking like a real human being,

I just may make you some pancakes.

- It's just my fancy way

of saying that I know you're not gonna give up on us.

(gentle music)

- Goodnight Molly.

- Night.

(clouds whooshing)

(solemn music)

(Molly chuckling)

(solemn music continues)

(Hud sighs)

(solemn music continues)

(solemn music continues)

(phone ringing)

- [Joanne] Hi, you've reached Joanne McAllister.

Sorry I missed you.

Please leave a message with your number and we'll talk soon.

(recorder beeps)

(solemn music)

(tense music)

(door creaking)

(gun clicking)

- Everybody ready?

- Really gonna shoot this guy?

- Well, if you can get the shot, just take it.

- I'm just here to get you in the house,

I ain't shooting no one.

- Oh, don't be a pussy.

Look, look, like I, I'll, I'll shoot that dickhead

in the head myself, alright?

You just get us in the house to get the item.

(Karl sighs)

Okay, and this time, he's going with you.

- They.

- What?

- My pronoun is they, not he.

Tony, tell him.

- Yeah, they.

They are gender-fluid.

So when you address Franco, you use they, not he.

(Karl chuckling)

- Tony, how many Franco's do you see?

- One.

Ellis?

Ellis, Ellis, Ellis.

How many Franco do you see?

- One.

- That's right.

Theo?

- One.

- Snap out of it, okay?

You're only one.

There's no they or them.

I'm not gonna pay you double

'cause you think you're more than one.

- I'm not comfortable with he.

- You comfortable now?

- Yes.

- Yes. - You comfortable now?

- Yes, call me whatever you want.

- So comfortable right now, aren't you?

You're very comfortable... Okay, enough.

Now,

what if he's waiting for us when we get in there?

- Well, you just wave the gun at him and shoot him.

- And if he doesn't move?

- Well, then you shoot him again, right?

And then the next bullet's gonna have his name on it.

- Okay.

- Look,

just get us through the door.

That's all you have to do,

the only time you have to get your hands dirty.

And I'm sorry for calling you a pussy, okay?

I, sorry.

- Let's go. - You, you forgive me.

You forgive me, right?

(sensuous music)

(sensuous music continues)

(sensuous music continues)

(sensuous music continues)

(tense music)

(door lock rattling softly)

(tense music continues)

(door lock rattling softly)

- [Franco] Hey.

There's a girl.

- Are you serious?

- [Franco] She just ran away.

- Fuck.

(tense music) (door lock rattling softly)

(door lock clicking)

(door creaking)

(tense music)

- Think she's with that old guy?

- No, but if she is who I think she is,

then shit just got deep.

- I'll go find her.

You just let me (indistinct).

- Copy that.

(tense music)

- Uncle Hud.

- Uncle Hud. - What is it?

- There's somebody breaking into the house.

- Sons of bitches.

- What? What?

- Molly.

(frenetic music)

Alright, don't worry.

(frenetic music)

Take this tracking device and hide it.

- Where?

I'll figure it out.

- Stay right behind me, and once we get out there,

find a spot to hide.

- Wait, where are you going?

- I'm going to take out the trash.

(frenetic music)

- About fucking time.

- We got another problem.

- Now what?

- [Molly] Uncle Hud.

- [Karl] Who the fuck is that?

- Go.

- Forget about them.

Let's just get the case and get outta here.

(frenetic music)

- I can't find her.

- [Ellis] Behind you. (Franco crying out)

(frenetic music)

- Motherfucker!

(gunshots popping)

Fucker!

(Karl shouts) (Ellis shrieks)

(frenetic music)

It's you, you son of a bitch, get the fuck back up there!

And you, get me that fucking case.

Let's go.

Now.

(frenetic music)

- This way, he keeps it in his room.

(frenetic music)

(tense music)

(fist thudding)

(Franco grunting)

- Even know how to use that thing, little girl?

- Fuck you!

(fist thudding) (Franco grunting)

(frenetic music)

(door closes)

- Check the cabinets.

- Better be here.

(frenetic music)

Where is it?

(frenetic music continues)

Give me that.

Thank you.

(frenetic music)

- Hey, give me a boost.

- Huh?

- Give me a boost.

- (sighs) Okay.

- Ready?

Okay, ready, one, two, three. (straining)

God.

- Bring it down. - Alright, right.

Oh, oh, give me that.

- We need to open it.

(Molly shrieks) (Karl exclaims)

Go get, go.

Go!

(frenetic music)

(tense music)

(Molly whimpering)

- Shh, shh, shh.

Are you okay?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Alright, go out back and wait for me.

I'll be right there.

- Wait, I'm worried about you.

- Don't worry about me.

Come on, go.

(tense music)

(Molly panting)

(tense music)

- The hatch!

(tense music)

(Tony grunting)

(fists thudding)

- That it?

(tense music)

(Franco grunting)

(fist thudding) (Tony grunting)

(arm thudding) (Theo grunting)

(tense music)

- I am gonna fucking kill you.

- I'm gonna make you cry.

(both grunting)

(tense music)

(Hud straining)

(both grunting)

(Tony groaning)

(tense music)

- Ah, fuck it.

(Tony grunting)

(tense music)

- Molly.

Seems like you got what you came for.

- We do.

Plus a bonus.

- I'm gonna let you walk with the box.

She's not going anywhere.

- We'll see what happens.

Let's discuss.

Listen up, pretty boy.

You roughed up all my guys pretty fucking bad.

Now they want some payback.

Otherwise this bitch gets it in the fucking head.

- Uncle Hud.

- It's okay, kid.

- Yeah, in a minute, Uncle Hud.

Get down on your fucking knees.

(tense music)

- Hope your showgirls can dance, asshole.

- Oh, they can make some moves, Hollywood.

Boys, show him.

(thugs grunting) (fists thudding)

(Hud groaning)

(kicks thudding) (tense music)

Okay, guys, that's enough, that's enough.

Okay, just take care of him, because we're gonna leave.

- We're not taking the girl.

- My ass we're not.

Her, her dad's gonna pay good money to get her back.

- And I told you this can be traced back to me.

- You're such a fucking amateur.

- Are you stupid?

She has seen all of our faces.

- That's why we're taking her, you fucking moron.

- She knows me.

- No shit.

- Um... Yeah, she, uh, she used to work for my father,

but, but she got fired for stealing.

- Oh.

Looks like a big old family reunion

here for you two, huh?

- [Ellis] We're not taking her.

- Okay, buddy, then why'd you shoot her.

Hmm?

She knows who we are, right?

We have no other option.

Theo.

Shoot this fucker.

(Molly cries out)

- Put down the gun, sweetie.

- No chance.

You're gonna have to do this yourself.

- You're trying to test me.

- Yeah, 'cause I know for a fact

you don't have the balls to do it.

- You know what?

You're right.

(gunshots popping) - No!

(water splashing)

(intense music)

(indistinct) in the car.

(Molly crying and speaking indistinctly)

- Uh-huh. - You killed him.

- Yeah, yeah.

Uh-huh.

- [Molly] (crying) Where are we going?

(Molly crying and speaking indistinctly)

- Shut your whore mouth!

(fist thudding)

(tense music)

I got it.

Just bring the money.

Let's go.

(intense music)

(intense music continues)

(tense music) (GPS beeping)

(intense music)

(gravel crunching)

(Moly grunting and crying)

- Where the hell is he?

- He said to meet us here.

- A little out of the way, don't you think?

- So we're trafficking stolen goods.

Would you rather make the exchange at Walmart?

Just shut your punk-ass bitch mouth right up.

And relax.

- [Ellis] I don't like it, okay?

- Don't get your knickers in a twist.

You'll get your cut,

then you do whatever you want after that.

- Fuck you.

What are you gonna do with her, huh?

- We'll get the money for the case.

(Molly mumbling)

And I get the money for the girl.

- Sex trafficking.

Is that what we're doing now?

I thought we were gonna keep her for ransom.

- Nah, it's too much work.

I want the easy money.

We're gonna do it the American way.

We make him an offer.

- He's bringing money for the case.

He ain't bringing extra.

- And?

- And

we offer him the girl

and he sets up a drop where we get paid later.

We're no better off

than if we try and get money from her family.

(tense music) (helicopter blades whirring)

- He's here.

He's here, right?

Don't worry about the girl, okay?

Right? We're gonna be rich.

You just shut up, let me do all the talking, okay?

Right, guys.

Game on.

Game on.

(tense music) (helicopter blades whirring)

(intense music)

(intense music continues)

(tense music)

Well, it looks like we have something

to give each other, huh?

- That it is.

- You show me yours, I'll show you mine.

- As you wish.

- As is as seen. Let's go.

(tense music)

So what's that all about, huh?

- You don't need to know.

(footsteps plodding)

All good?

- Oh, it's all good, my man.

(Molly whimpering)

- Who's the girl?

- That's my girlfriend.

- You keep your girlfriend restrained like that.

- We had a fight on the way here

and, uh, she's a little pissed off at me.

- What the fuck's wrong with you?

You some kind of fucking animal degenerate?

- [Karl] What?

- Ungag her.

Unrestrain her.

Let her go. Now.

You know this guy?

- No.

They stole that case, took me and killed my uncle.

You bastard, I'm gonna fucking kill you!

- So you don't know any of them?

- I know her.

- [Cigar] Really?

How do you know her?

- She used to work for my dad before she got fired.

- Really?

Ellis?

- Wait.

- No, you wait.

(tense music)

You seem to have a history of being very unreliable.

- Hey, you got what you wanted and I made it happen.

- Yes, you did.

Now we have a body

and a girl who was seen and heard way too much.

- Look, I know things didn't go as smooth as planned,

but, but, but you got-

- You said the house would be empty.

- Well, shit happens.

- Oh yeah, shit happens.

- No.

No, no.

No!

(tense music)

No! Karl.

No!

(tense music)

- Any more fucking surprises?

- No problem here, sir.

Everything's fine.

Everything's cool.

- [Joanne] Hi, you've reached Joanne McAllister.

Sorry I missed you.

Please leave a message with your number and we'll talk soon.

(recorder beeps) - Hey Jo, it's me.

Why don't you ever answer your damn phone?

(sighs) Anyway,

I just wanna let you know

that I'm not the man that you fell in love with

and I'm sorry.

I'm just really lost right now

and I didn't wanna drag you down with me.

- [Ellis] No!

- Listen, if you don't hear back from me,

just know that I love you.

I gotta go.

- [Ellis] No. No!

(tense music)

(gunshot popping)

(bodyguard grunting)

(fists thudding) (frenetic music)

(Hud groaning)

(frenetic music)

- Well, it looks like we can head out, okay?

We did our business here.

We're good.

Right, guys, we're all set?

Thanks for the cash.

Thanks for everything.

- No, no, no, the girl comes with me.

- No, that wasn't part of the arrangement.

- Arrangement?

- Yeah, you paid for the case.

You gotta pay for the girl now.

- Okay, so would you want the same amount as before?

- Same amount.

- Then it's a deal.

Let the girl walk over to me.

Come over here, child.

Come over here.

(Molly crying)

Come over here, my dear.

Come over here, child.

- Okay, chief, it's your turn.

(frenetic music)

- Pay the man.

(frenetic music)

- Oh shit.

(gunshots popping)

(frenetic music)

(gunshot popping) (Molly screaming)

- Oh, my God.

- Who are you?

- Oh, hey, buddy.

Don't mean to bother you.

I was just wondering if you needed a handyman.

(bodyguard grunting)

(gunshots pattering)

(gunshots pinging)

(frenetic music)

(gunshots popping)

(frenetic music continues)

(fists thudding)

(Hud grunting)

(frenetic music)

(bodyguard screaming)

(blood squelching)

(frenetic music)

(gunshots popping) (Molly crying)

- Who's that out there?

- I don't know who the fuck that is.

- Get out there and kill whoever that is.

- God. (crying)

(frenetic music)

(fist thudding)

(both grunting)

(gunshots popping)

(frenetic music)

(Hud grunting)

(frenetic music)

(fist thudding)

(bodyguard screaming)

(head squelching)

(Hud grunting)

(Hud grunting)

(fist thudding)

(Hud grunting)

- Alright.

(fists thudding)

- Woo, hey, wait, wait Wait, wait.

Wait, wait. Wait.

- What? - Wait, wait.

Timeout.

Timeout.

- No timeouts in fights.

(sensuous music)

(sensuous music continues)

(kick thudding) (Hud grunting)

(tense music)

(gunshot booms) (bodyguard groans)

(tense music)

- Now move very slowly, my dear.

- Molly. - Uncle Hud.

- Drop the gun. (Molly crying)

Drop it.

Now.

Drop it, or I'll put a hole through her pretty head.

- No. (crying)

- Do it.

(tense music)

(Cigar laughing)

Uncle Hud, huh?

What exactly do you do for a living?

- I'm a handyman.

- Really?

You seem quite proficient at killing.

- I haven't always been a handyman.

- [Cigar] Do tell.

- Actually, I spent most of my life

putting down scumbags just like you.

- What happened? Lose your nerve.

- I may not be as sharp as I used to be.

Let's cut through the bullshit.

You got what you came here for, let the girl go.

- Hmm, sounds like a plan.

- Oh, God.

(tense music)

(crying) Oh, my God.

- Are you okay?

- Yes.

Oh, my God, what happened?

- I'm alright.

Let's get outta here.

(Hud grunting)

(tense music)

Alright, come on.

(tense music)

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(Karl grunting)

- Fuck!

(tense music)

(engine humming) (gravel crunching)

(tense music continues)

Motherfuckers.

- Shoot him!

(tense music)

(gunshots booming)

(tense music)

(explosion booming)

(intense music)

You alright?

- Yeah.

- Where did you learn to shoot like that?

- I don't know.

Could be all those action movies you showed me.

- Nice job, kid.

Let's get out of here.

- Yeah.

(cellphone ringing)

- Yeah?

- [Joanne] Hud, it's me.

Are you okay?

I got your message.

Sorry I didn't... I'm so glad to hear your voice.

- [Joanne] I'm glad to hear yours.

- Listen, Jo,

I want to come home.

- [Joanne] I'd like that.

- I'm sorry I shut you out. (coughing)

- Auntie Joanne, he's, he's kind of roughed up.

I'll, I'll call you back later with more details,

but right now I need to get him to a hospital.

- [Joanne] Hospital?

- Is he okay? - Yeah.

He's, he's a little banged up, but he'll be okay.

(tense music) (helicopter blades whirring)

- [Hud] Shit.

- What is that? - We gotta go.

We talk later.

I love you.

- [Joanne] Love you too.

- I'll call you back later.

(tense music)

- I got you.

I got you, you bastard.

(tense music) (helicopter blades whirring)

(rockets whizzing)

(explosions booming)

(tense music)

- Get down.

(tense music) (helicopter blades whirring)

(gunshots popping)

(gunshots pinging)

(tense music) (helicopter blades whirring)

Shit.

- Hud.

Here.

(helicopter blades whirring)

(tense music)

(rocket popping)

(tense music) (helicopter blades whirring)

- Oh, shit.

(explosion booming)

(intense music)

- Fuck.

- Yeah.

(fire crackling) (metal clanging)

- I'll be right back.

(Hud sighs)

(fire crackling)

(tense music) (Cigar growling)

(Molly cries out)

- I'm gonna kill you, you fucking bitch.

- Over my dead body.

(tense music)

Smoke this.

(rocket popping)

(body squelching)

- Ah, oh my...

(wind whistling)

You may not look like much, but you sure can fix anything.

- That's because I've got rizz.

- [Molly] By the way, smoke this?

God, you sure are so lame.

- Hmm.

Couldn't think of anything else.

Oh, and where'd you end up hiding that tracker, by the way?

- [Molly] (laughing) Oh, Uncle Hud.

(intense music)

(rousing music)

(intense music)

(vocalists vocalizing)

(intense music)

(intense music ends)

(rousing music)

(rousing music ends)

(intense music)

(vocalists vocalizing)

(intense music)

(vocalists vocalizing)