All language subtitles for Pojuzi

[thunder claps]

[birds chirping]

[distant music plays]

[bird chirping]

[distant music becomes louder]

["September" by Earth, Wind & Fire plays]

[groans]

♪ Do you remember ♪

♪ The 21st night of September? ♪

♪ Love was changing
The minds of pretenders ♪

[deep breaths echo]

♪ While chasing the clouds away... ♪

Retirement, here I come, motherfuckers.

♪ Our hearts were ringing ♪

♪ In the key that our souls were singing ♪

♪ As we danced in the night ♪

♪ Remember ♪

Ah. [sniffs]

♪ How the stars stole the night away ♪

What's your name again, baby?

I'm still Sindy, baby!

[Sindy laughs]

Well, hello again, Sindy baby.

-How about a little bubbly?
-Oh, yeah!

[Sindy chuckles]

-Whoa!
-[Sindy squeals]

You got a little on you!

Come here.

[loud slurping]

Woo-woo!

[grunts]

-...thirteen, fourteen...
-Yeah, baby!

...fifteen...

You're so strong!

In position.

Woo-hoo!

-[Sindy giggles]
-You like that?

[Sindy] You know I do!

You got it, babe!

[Sindy chuckles]

[chuckling sounds on radio]

[Sindy] You're such a great dancer.

Oh, yes!

[Sindy laughs]

-Come here, honey.
-Oh, these hips don't lie.

-Rawr!
-You like that?

I love it! Come here.

[both moaning]

Easy now, Disco Man.

[moaning sounds on radio]

[Sindy laughs]

-[Sindy] Oh, yeah.
-Oh!

[Sindy moans]

It's blow time, mister.

-Oh, is that an order?
-Mm-hmm. [giggling]

Be my guest.

Oh, yeah.

[Sindy] Hello there.

This retirement thing
is really working out.

-[man] Thank you, thank you.
-[deep exhale]

-Bang.
-[moans]

[bird squawks]

[grunts]

Moving in.

[man grunts]

Hey!

[whistle blows]

[groans]

[music stops]

Oh, God, fuck!

I fuckin' love that song!

-[Hilde] All you, Facundo.
-Oh!

[man groans, coughs]

[groaning continues]

[coughs]

Why?

-You got old, Michael.
-[Michael] Sindy bab--

Not that old, after all.

-[helicopter approaches]
-[Sindy moans]

[Alexei] Karl, we're ready
to get the fuck out of here.

["September" resumes"]

[Karl, over radio] At your service!
Please come onboard.

[bell clangs]

Yeah. It's done. We're heading back now.

♪ Do you remember ♪

[Karl] Fasten your seatbelts.

-Enjoy the ride.
-♪ The 21st of September? ♪

[Sindy] Woo-woo!

♪ Love was changing the minds
Of pretenders ♪

♪ While chasing the clouds... ♪

Great job, Facundo.
See you back at the mansion.

[Facundo] Yes, ma'am. Safe flight.

♪ Ba dee ya ♪

♪ Say, do you remember ♪

[all singing in unison]
♪ Ba dee ya, dancing in September ♪

♪ Ba dee ya, never was a cloudy day ♪

[thunder rumbles]

[woman] Okay, sweetie,
Dr. Becker will see you now.

[Becker] If I can get you to take
a nice deep breath in.

-[man inhales]
-And out.

[man exhales]

And once more.

[inhales]

And out.

[exhales]

Oh.

Lung's good... considering.

It's never too late to get
that metal removed.

Lift the arm up.

[Becker clears throat]

Gosh, it must hurt.

-[light metallic tapping]
-Eh, it's not too bad.

Okay, you can lower it.

[thunder rumbling]

How's the hearing
in that left ear, Duncan?

What was that?

Funny. Very funny.

Did you get all the shots I recommended?

Hep-A? Shingles?

All good.

Okay. If you lie down
on your side, please.

And I'll get you to bring your knees
up to your chest, please.

[sighs] Okay.

And deep breath.

[squishing sound]

When people ask me why I save
the prostate exam till last,

I just think it's nice for my patients
to have something fun to look forward to.

And exhale.

We're done.

Oh, I baked a pear tartine.

[Becker chuckles]

-You want some?
-Thanks.

All right!

Here you go.

Homemade.

What are you looking forward to most
about retiring?

Don't know. The normal stuff.

The most dangerous time for men
is the year they retire.

They take up some crazy sport.

They ditch their wife and fuck girls
younger than their daughters.

They think they're king of the world.

It's not always the things
I test for that get you.

We got you covered for cancer
and heart disease and basic human biology.

But sometimes the killer's in your head.

The mental side of retirement. Phew.

It can be deadly.

[Becker] Mmm.

Wow! This pie is great. Hmm.

What about cigarettes?

I quit.

Good for you.

[man] Yes, going through your
financial report, the good news,

yes, is that you've got
no financial worries at all.

[light muzak plays]

[sharp inhale]

Will you be making the same
charity donation again this year,

$200,000, yes?

-Yes.
-Yes.

Same recipient, the trust, yes?

-Yes.
-Yes.

And from the same bank account,

the Montana Union Credit Bank, yes?

Yes.

As per your employment agreement,

Damocles will be matching
your pension contributions,

which have been substantial.

You have put away the maximum

and the company plan has seen it grow
at a rate of a good six percent per year.

You can draw half of that
on your official retirement date,

which is in...

Fourteen days.

Yes!

Then in 14 days,

Damocles will be cutting you a check

for the best part of...

eight million
two hundred and seven thousand

five hundred and twenty-three dollars
and four cents.

How about that, Mr. Vizla?

[sharp inhale]

You have properties in four states, yes?

I just need to know which one
you'll be retiring to so--

Use the Florida address.

The Florida address, yes.

Keeping the old golf handicap down?

Yes?

Yes.

Yes.

-[bell tolls]
-[organ music plays]

Yea, though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death,

I shall fear no evil,

for you are with me.

Your rod and your staff comfort me...

[cell phone ringing]

[ringing echoes]

And I will dwell in
the house of the Lord forever.

Speak.

-You wanted to talk.
-[Vivian] You watching me?

[Duncan] Yep.

We need to meet.

-Jimmy's in ten.
-I'll be there.

Dom Pérignon, 2004.

You remembered.

-It's good to see you, Duncan.
-What happened to Michael?

[sighs]

I figured you might show up,
so I brought you this.

Apparently, he'd been partying
in his big-ass McMansion down in Chile

for days when he got attacked.

-And for you, sir?
-No.

-You're not drinking?
-I quit.

What's this about, Vivian?

Michael was the fourth dead Damocles agent
in the past month.

Our intel says Michael's killer
is tied to a Russian outlet.

They hired some Mexican hit man

by the name of Pedro Gonzalez Gonzales.

He's currently staking out
in Belarus, Russia.

Your old boss, Blut,
sanctioned a revenge hit.

A million dollar bullet
to tell this pendejo

that we are not to be fucked with.

Well, Blut fired me.

Oh, don't be such a cry-baby.

He lets go of everybody at 50.
You know that. Company fucking policy.

You can't be a hit man with Alzheimer's.

Get one of the young guys, then.

Technically, you're still active
for the next two weeks.

This needs somebody
with more finesse, more...

experience.

Why don't you do it?

He wants you.

The Black Kaiser.

[sighs]

[bell rings]

[shop bell rings]

[woman 1] ...got me some Lip Smackers for
the store just like you said I should.

-[woman 2] Oh, the flavored ones!
-[woman 1] Yeah!

I got strawberry, I got raspberry,
I got rhubarb.

-[woman 2] But do they taste good?
-[woman 1] They do.

I was thinking, maybe in the summer,

I could do a promotional tie-in
with the pies.

-[woman 2] Did you say "Italian"?
-No, a tie-in.

-It's like marketing.
-[woman 2] Like a commercial.

-Absolutely!
-Like on TV.

Do you remember that TV series
that I was telling you about?

Mm-hmm.
You have to start it from the beginning.

I got it in the box across the street.

Now, it's British,
but you can put the subtitles on.

-[woman 2] It sounds kind of religious.
-It's not as religious as you might think.

Do you find Jesus attractive?

Oh, my, Jesus is a handsome man, isn't he?

[shop bell rings]

[machine whirs]

[thud]

[dog barks]

Hey.

-[woman] He likes you, man.
-[dog whimpers]

What's his name?

He doesn't have one.

I like dogs with human names.

-Like what?
-Like "Rusty."

I don't know anyone human named Rusty.

-Isn't that a dog's name?
-No, it's human.

[woman] Okay, whatever you say, man.

He's only 50 bucks.

I don't need a dog.

[woman] Okay.

[woman speaking indistinctly on TV]

[woman on TV] Finally you're free.

After all these years.

I want to take a picture of this moment.

[woman continues speaking indistinctly]

[Duncan] Pretty good, huh?

[Duncan] Ah.

[distant animal screeching]

[distorted droning]

[distorted screams]

[muffled gunshots]

[distorted screaming]

-[clicking sound]
-[barking]

-[dog yaps]
-[loud thud]

Rusty?

Shit...

[sighs]

Oh, shit!

[car engine starts]

[man on TV] It's not about who you are
or what you think...

[computer beeps]

Just imagine. You and me.

There's a strong energy between us, right?

I quite enjoy writing my feelings
down in a journal.

[computer beeps]

[man on TV] The bond between
an elephant cub and its mother

-is unmistakable...
-[computer beeps]

[ringing tone]

[cell phone rings]

-Speak.
-I got your message.

Which one?

The first or the 15th?

You only get 30 seconds.

Blut won't take no for an answer.

You didn't hang up, so I assume
you want to know how much.

Two million. One now, one when it's done.

It's still a no.

This shit-spit really struggles
with that two-letter word.

What the fuck else you got going on?

A lot.

You don't strike me as a man with a hobby.

-Your 30 seconds is up.
-Jesus, Mary, fuck.

-Are you retired or ret--
-[phone snaps shut]

[sighs]

[ringing tone]

It's $2 million.
Don't make me fuckin' beg.

Leave the file on the company server.

You don't have to be such--

[man] You did well.

Though,
your description of me as a shit-spit

didn't go unnoticed.

Does he scare you?

You fucking scare me.

[Hilde laughs]

Just talking to the Black Kaiser
makes you nervous.

[man] You're shaking.

[Hilde laughs softly]

[Vivian] You should just forget about him
and move on.

Who can forget about the Black Kaiser?

So very special!

This is a bad idea.

Spare me the lecture.

Unless you have a better way
of putting him in our crosshairs

and saving me $8 million.

So shut the fuck up

and let's go with my plan

and send him to Belarus to die.

If he accepts this assignment,

he'll expect $1 million in his account
before he makes a move.

I need authorization to make it happen.

[chuckles]

[latex squeaks]

-[Hilde moans]
-[Blut sighs]

[Blut] Ha! Ha! Yah!

Ha, ha! [grunts] Yah!

[scattered applause]

As you know,
swords are synonymous with Damocles,

but this... [inhales deeply]

...this is my most special sword.

Owned by the great
German general Arminius,

butcher of the Romans
at Teutoburg Forest.

The handle is made from Roman bone.

My father was a big fan
of this kind of stuff.

Papa.

Thank you for your incredible sword show
and touching story.

Now, let's get down to business.

We have some questions regarding
the purchase of Damocles.

Accounts show this year,
your liabilities are at 29 million,

yet next year your liabilities
are predicted to be paid off.

Correct.

In fact, we were surprised to see
that they have become revenue.

Correct.

This seems to be done in order
to inflate the value of your company.

We control the pensions
of our former employees.

They pay into our fund,
we match their contributions,

and manage the investments.

Please do explain, Mr Blut.

It's our company policy that all
our agents must retire at the age of 50.

We have a plethora of agents
who have now reached this milestone.

Their combined fund
adds up to $29 million.

How do you consider this income?

If our agents were to die
in the field of duty

or in an unspecified accident,

the clause in their contract states
that Damocles would be the beneficiary.

And you are assuming they will die?

I don't assume they will die,

I guarantee it.

If you can uphold that guarantee,

we will move forward with this deal.

Santé.

Ah!

[deep breaths echo]

[breathing intensifies]

-[woman gasps]
-[slicing noises]

-[distorted scream]
-[muffled gunshots]

[indistinct female voice over PA]

[loud traffic noises]

[woman moans]

[train trundles by]

[rattling]

[woman moans]

[in Russian] The train woke me up again.

I can't sleep.

[in Russian] Go back to bed, baby.

[woman, in Russian] I'll be back.

[indistinct Russian conversation]

[woman exhales]

[in Russian] Do you want to go
somewhere else for a few days?

Let the kid get a good night of sleep.

[in Russian] You pay me for sex.
My regular life is not for sale.

[in Russian] How much for two nights?

[in Russian] He's not your kid.

[in Russian] I know.

How much?

-[phone rings]
-[in Russian] Excuse me.

-[woman speaks Russian on phone]
-Hotel service.

Madam.

Yes.

Yes, I'll call maintenance right away.

[chuckles] Thank you so much.

[loud Latin music plays]

[indistinct chatter]

[laughing]

[elevator bell dings]

[in Russian] A woman and her son
are locked inside.

These doors have high security deadlocks
for our VIP guests.

We can't release it from the outside.

[Duncan sighs]

[in Russian] I have to drill it.

[in Russian]
Okay, but try to keep it down.

[loud metallic whirring]

[laughing]

[whirring sounds in room]

[cell phone ringing]

[in Spanish] Speak!

No fucking way!

Yes, you said that two days ago.

[loud whirring continues]

[in Spanish] When the fuck is he coming?

-[whirring continues]
-[in Spanish] What is that fucking sound?

Shit!

What is that fucking sound?

What the hell is this?

You know we are in here!

[bellman, in Russian]
We are so sorry, sir.

[in Spanish] What?

[in Russian] We're just...

-Sir!
-¡Oye, cabrón!

[yelling in Spanish]

[choking]

[nail gun fires]

[choking continues]

[screams]

[women scream]

[Pedro screams]

[man groans]

[man groans on floor]

[women gasp]

[Pedro's screams continue]

[in Russian] Sit down.

Shh.

[in Russian] Be quiet.

[in Spanish] I need some answers.

-Nod if you understand.
-[whimpers]

[in Spanish] I was sent to kill you.

But it looks
like I'm the target here, right?

[in Spanish] Yes.

[in Spanish] Do you know who ordered this?

[in Spanish] I don't know anything.

[Pedro sobs]

I don't know anything.

[in Spanish] I need to make sure
you're telling me the truth.

[yelling in Spanish] I'm not lying!

I swear!

[Pedro sobs]

I'm not lying!

[drill stops]

-[in Spanish] Are you sure?
-[in Spanish] Yes.

[dialing]

[ringing tone]

[loud rock music plays]

[strippers laugh]

[cell phone rings]

Speak.

Do you have authorization
to hire me for the Belarus job?

Yes. The first 50 percent is sitting
in a payable account, ready to go.

Wire it over.

Boom.

One million dollars...

sent.

Okay, the job is done.
I'll send you a picture.

Wait, what? Duncan--

[cell phone chimes]

[Vivian] Shit!

[ringing tone]

-Duncan--
-I want the second half

of my payment in 24 hours.

Vivian, somebody set me up over here.

You better pray
you have nothing to do with it.

-Duncan--
-Don't ever contact me again.

[stripper] Spank me again!

[knocking]

[in Russian] Let's go.

[Evalina speaks Russian]

[in English] Let's leave.

[Evalina, in Russian]
Come on, let's go. Don't look.

[elevator bell dings]

[woman, in Russian]
Somebody call the police!

[in Russian] You make all this money
from killing people?

[sirens wailing]

We could have been killed up there.

One day...

even you will get killed.

Don't come near me again.

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[classical music plays]

[woman] How nice to see you, Ms. Vivian!

Where's the shit-spit?

Mr. Blut is busy.

He's not answering my calls.
What the fuck is he doing?

A cup of tea to calm down, Ms. Vivian?

This is not a convenient time.

I don't give a shit what time it is.

You tried to kill the Black Kaiser

with some low-rent Mexican clowns?

Yeah, that plan worked well.

I told you we should
leave him the fuck alone.

-You worry too much.
-You have to pay him everything now.

I don't have to do shit
until his birthday.

Right.

Pay him the second half of his fee

so we don't have to look over
our fucking shoulder

for the rest of our lives.

Okay, do it.

Smart move.

[Blut] I'll send in the A-team.

They'll get it done.

[Vivian] Whatever.
As long as you pay him.

[chuckles]

[Paul gasps]

These are all the properties he owns?

Y-Yes, all of them.

I can't see where it says one of them
is his actual permanent address.

His home base?

-He-- He--
-Florida? Texas?

[Hilde] Where does he live, Paul?

He doesn't tell me much.

He moves around a lot. Yeah, I--

I know that from-- from his,
uh, accounts.

I want to see these accounts.

The profit and loss, expenses.
I want everything.

Please let me go.

[sighs]

[groans]

Yeah, it's all in there, under V.
V for Vizla.

Duncan V-Vizla.

[Paul pants]

For 20 years, I-- I worked for him.

-Please let me go.
-Thank you, Paul.

Y-You're welcome.

-You've been very helpful.
-I can still be helpful.

I can call and s-send him a message.

That's how we do it. Talk to him.
I'm good at that. And you can trace him.

Or we could meet at a coffee shop

or-- or at a park.

He trusts me. He always says that.

"You and me, Paul, I trust you."

He does. Yes, he really trusts me. Yes!

Take all the files.

[Sindy] Let's start with Florida.

I have a perfect outfit.

[owl screeches]

No, we didn't deliver any logs
and we only deliver what we get asked.

Logs are expensive. It's not like
they grow on trees, you know!

Yeah, I know, but my woodpile got filled.

I mean, that doesn't just happen.

Sounds to me
like you've got yourself a magic woodpile.

Golden goose would be better,
but we don't get to pick and choose

what sort of supernatural events
we witness.

[store owner]
Oh, hey, there's your neighbor!

Did you happen to see anything peculiar

out by your place
over the past couple days?

Perhaps some sort of supernatural event
of someone dumping a truckload of logs?

-No.
-This young lady rents up where you are.

You can probably see her cabin
from your place across the lake.

Maybe not, I don't know.

Seems her woodpile
got filled up as if by magic!

-[bell rings]
-[clattering]

-Shit! I'm so sorry.
-Let it be. Let it be.

I should have fixed that door years ago.

Well, well, well,
look who's having himself a birthday!

And baking a Betty Crocker.
So much better when you make it yourself.

You know, I got all sorts
of fun party stuff.

I got streamers and balloons and poppers.

Come on back this way.

I got paper plates
with Disney folk on 'em and napkins.

[woman on TV]
...easy way to make some delicious cakes.

-[inflating balloon]
-You'll love these recipes

just as much as I do.

[inflating]

...you may find this process
even more satisfying

with the smell wafting...

[whistle blowing]

[upbeat Latin music]

Hello?

[door unlocks]

Hi there!
Um, I'm looking for apartment 506.

What's it say on the door?

Sorry! I didn't see that.

-Come in.
-Great! Um...

I've been expecting you.

[Sindy laughs]

So, is your name Mr. Vizla?

-Mr. Duncan Viz--
-You want a drink before we get started?

No. No drink, thanks.

I'm really just here
regarding the questionnaire.

-Oh, yeah.
-We are making a survey--

[Sindy grunts]

So, what are you into? Being hit?

Strangled?

You like takin' it up the ass?

It's not him.

-What'd you say to me?
-It's not him!

What'd you fucking say?
What the fuck? My door!

Who the fuck are you?

Fuck this!

-Do you have a fucking warrant?
-Who do you pay rent to?

I didn't fucking touch her.
You're paying for the fucking door!

[groans]

Fuck! My teeth!

-Who do you pay rent to?!
-[man] Shit!

What are you fucking talking about?

Some fucking accountant.

-His name Lomas?
-Yeah. That's his name. Why?

This is fucking stupid!

I'm not saying anyth--

[Hilde] Sindy!

Sindy, enough! Let's go!

[crying]

-[Vivian] Speak.
-Yeah.

Nah, he's not here.
We're moving to the next location.

Don't leave any witnesses behind,
you hear me?

Yeah, whatever you say, ma'am.

I'm serious. And call me
from the next location.

-Find him.
-Okay, we're on it.

I think he's dead now, Sindy.

Let's go to breakfast.

Good idea. Eggs and toast.
You're paying this time, goddamn it.

[Sindy] Yeah, I'm fucking starving.

[bell rings]

[server] Thanks.

-Winter coffee?
-Yes, please.

-[server] Here you go.
-Thank you.

It's funny we're neighbors.

Yes. That is funny.

You live in the house with the big porch.

Yes.

I live in the gray cabin,
just across the lake.

-It's so funny.
-That is funny.

[chuckles]

I like it here.

Me too.

-It's peaceful.
-Yeah.

It makes me peaceful.

Me too.

-[bang]
-[gasps]

-I'm so, so sorry.
-[server] It's totally fine.

[server] It's okay. It's fine.

Okay.

[man speaking indistinctly on TV]

[man sobs] I don't know, man!

[man] It's not my house!

-It's just--
-Boom!

[laughs]

[man] ...give a shit if we stay here.

-Hey, man.
-The place is always empty.

I need you to answer
a simple question, okay?

Who do you pay rent to?

Is it Duncan Vizla?

-Bro, we don't live here! We don't pay.
-[doorbell chimes]

-I don't owe shit!
-Well...

-[man] Why are you doing this?
-I don't--

-[man screams]
-[Sindy] All right, I'm coming.

Who the hell are you?
Where's Shotgun Frank?

You should probably get the fuck
out of here, sweetie.

-I'm just here to--
-Whatever.

-Wrong place at the wrong time.
-Please!

What the fuck is going on in there?

I'm outta here! [grunts]

[groans]

-[Karl chuckles]
-Whoa!

Come on, I wasn't gonna--

Come on, let's get out of here.

-[ringing tone]
-[laughter]

[Vivian] Speak.

No, ma'am. He's not here either.

-We got one more place to check.
-That better be the place then, Facundo.

-[Sindy] Come on! Let's go!
-Right.

-[man groans]
-You okay? You're making a mess.

[shattering]

[wind howls]

[shrieks]

[shutter clicks]

[shrieks]

[shrieks]

[wings flapping]

[shutter clicks]

[owl shrieks]

[Duncan] These are very good.

[woman]
You're not from around here, are you?

No.

-Like Europe or something?
-Mm.

You don't have the same look
as people around here either.

What's that?

Resigned to a slow death.

No future.

No money.

No work.

Well, I'm not working anymore.
I'm retired.

What was your job?

I was in the funeral business.

Where?

Different places.

Mostly overseas.

A...

A traveling funeral business?

Yeah, well...

Well, people die traveling
in foreign countries.

-Americans.
-Hmm.

I go over and I take care of it.

Oh.

How many countries have you been to?

Ninety-nine.

Most people don't even know 99 countries.

Andorra.

Albania. Austria. Australia.

Antigua. Angola.

Algeria. Afghanistan.

Argentina.

Azerbaijan.

That was ten.

And I'm only at the As, so, yeah.

Do you speak any languages?

Eight.

You should give a class at school,
here in town.

About what?

Tell the kids about the world.

How many teachers have actually
seen the places you have?

Would you do it?

No.

Why not?

I don't know how to talk to kids.

Oh, right.

[cell phone rings]

-[man] I'll rip your fucking arms off!
-Speak.

Yeah, we're all out of luck here, too.
He ain't at this last location, either.

-[glass shatters]
-["Islands in the Stream" plays]

♪ Hold me closer and I feel no pain ♪

-Go, girl! USA! USA!
-I'll rip your spindly fucking arms off!

-What?
-One, two, three.

Can you get it done already, goddamn it?

-Four...
-Fuck!

Sorry, I can't hear you.

You better tell Hilde
her boyfriend is not gonna be happy

if she doesn't find the Black Kaiser.

-[grunting]
-[Hilde] Stop fighting.

Stay still, Meatloaf.

She's replaceable.

You all are.

Yeah, I can't remember all that.

Better not call me again without a plan.

I'm sorry, it's really noisy in here.
Can you repeat?

Unless you have a serious death wish.

[Sindy] Come on!

[Sindy] One, two,

-three, four...
-Hold him down!

I'm doing the best I can, okay?

Fuck!

-Fuck it.
-[indistinct yelling]

-Get out of the way.
-Come on!

[stomach rumbles]

-♪ From one lover to another... ♪
-[farting]

-Fucking hell!
-[Sindy] Oh, no, you killed him!

Let's get the fuck out of here.

[gasps]

Get back here, you fucking sacks of shit!

-[Sindy] He's alive!
-I'll fucking kill you!

-Who the fuck do you think you are?
-[screams]

♪ And you did walk in tonight ♪

♪ Slowly losing sight of the real thing ♪

[laughs hysterically]

♪ But that won't happen to us
And we got no doubt ♪

♪ Too deep in love
And we got no way out... ♪

[bell rings]

[kids yell]

All right, all right. One more time.

Last time, okay?

[kids murmur in assent]

All right.

The kukri is an arterial weapon.

Perfect for slicing through flesh.

But it sucks at...

-[kids] Stabbing!
-There you go. Let's see what it can do.

Here we go.

[quick slicing noises]

And here. Boom!

-[kids cheer]
-All right, all right, all right.

Have a look at it.

Pass it around.

Good. Any questions?

Let's start with you.

How do they bury people in India?

[sitar music playing]

[man grunts]

[women scream]

They burn 'em.

And if the man dies first,
they'll burn the wife as well. Alive.

[kids whisper]

-What clothes do they wear in Africa?
-Summer clothes.

[African drums playing]

[woman screams]

White. A lot of red.

[crowd clamors]

-Yeah?
-Do they eat turkey in Turkey?

[distorted music plays]

[man] Very good, very good.

-No, chicken.
-[loud crunching]

And they put 'em on skewers.

[grunts]

[woman screams]

Right, last one.

Do they speak American in England?

[car alarm chirps]

[man grunts, chokes]

They don't speak a lot.

All right. Have any of you ever seen...

a dead body that's been in the sun
for three weeks?

[kids] No.

Well, take a look at this, then.

Here you go. Pay attention to his face.

You can hardly see it anymore.

[kids murmur]

[boy] Cool.

How did it go?

Pretty good, I think.

They liked the knife.

Oh.

That was a pretty cool knife.

I guess.

[man and woman moan]

Finally!

That fucking accountant
was hiding something.

Hey, what are you guys looking for?
You really think you're gonna find him?

Shut up, Junkie Jane.

[scoffs]

[Jane] You guys are so fucking boring.

I said, shut up, Jane.

-Hey there.
-I brought you something.

Oh.

Uh, thanks.

You told me
how much you like knives, so...

I thought this might be something.

It comes in black if you like that better.

I...

-I don't know how to shoot. I--
-That's okay.

I'm a teacher now.

Remember?

[Hilde] I would do anything for you,
my love.

Anything.

That's my girl.

I miss you so much.

I know, baby.

Tell me again, what is it you plan to do?

I will kill him for you.

Oh, yeah!

I love you.

[Blut moans]

Shit! Imagine how much dope
you can get for 200,000.

-[Hilde] Give me that.
-Can we cash this?

[Sindy] What are you talking about?
Let me see.

I got one more here
made out to some fucking charity shit.

Awesome!

Let's cash 'em all. We'll be rich.

Shut up, Jane.

A charity.

I've got two more here.

2005, 2009.

Well, the charity is not what's important,

it's the bank account.

Fuck me. The Montana Union Credit Bank
in Triple Oak.

The fuck is Triple Oak?

Looks cold.
Why the fuck would he live there?

-[Hilde] Why wouldn't he?
-[Facundo] No shit.

[toilet flushes]

Looks like we're on the move.

[Sindy] Let's go.
We have a long drive ahead of us.

[sighs]

[distorted droning]

[Duncan] All right. Here we go.

Always two hands.

One thumb there, one right there. Right?

Then when you feel you have the target,
you squeeze the trigger nice and easy.

Click. Got it?

Now it's loaded.

It's all yours.

Two hands.

[breathing rapidly]

That's it.

[gasps, cries]

[sniffles]

[crying]

It's okay.

It's okay. We'll get you something else.

I still have the receipt.

I have never heard
about winter coffee before.

No?

I use bourbon and maple syrup.

You really like animals, huh?

Yes.

I used to have a dog.

We don't have to talk about it.

I had this job when I was 13.

I liked it a lot.

I was Santa's helper at the library.

And, uh...

this one day,
it was just me and him there.

He was more drunk than usual.

He just came up to me.

Hit me.

Real hard.

So hard, I landed on the floor.

And then he...

I always imagined what it would be like...

to find him.

Surprise him.

I would have a gun in my hand.

"Sit down," I would say.

And then I would tell him
what he did to me.

To my life.

I guess I would tell him what he did.

And he would listen.

Tell him how that day
never left my thoughts.

Never.

And then...

click.

It would all go away.

I would never have to see him again
when I close my eyes.

It would all go away.

Do you think it would be difficult
to kill someone?

[laughs]

[deep breaths echo]

[man screams]

I don't know.

-[bell rings]
-Oh, hey there, Mr. Duncan!

-How are you doing? What can I do you for?
-I'm looking for a gift.

Well, you came to the right place.

-It's for a girl.
-Oh! What kind of gift?

Something normal.

[Facundo] Shit, man.

I got visuals on the target. Right there.

[Facundo] Here we go.

[Facundo over radio]
Sindy, he's coming your way.

Hi.

What's the problem?

Do I look like a mechanic?

Uh...

I don't know. It just died.

Did you call a tow truck?

[chuckles] My phone's dead, too.

Could I charge it in your car?

Not in this car.

[Sindy] Goddamn it!

Well, um...

Do you live far from here?

[Sindy] Thanks for helping me out.

[Duncan] You're welcome.

[wind howls]

[Sindy] Okay.

Thanks.

[phone beeps]

The soonest they can come out
is ten in the morning.

[Sindy] Wow, look at that storm.

You hungry?

Mm-hmm.

[wind howls]

[sniffles]

[sighs]

You get the couch.

You're cute for an older guy.

I said I'd never fuck anyone
older than my dad.

Mm-hmm...

[moans]

[Sindy] Oh, yeah!

-[moans]
-[thudding]

[Duncan grunts]

[moans continue]

[wind howls]

[moans]

[wind howling continues]

[window squeaks]

[moaning continues]

[static hisses]

[moans sound through speaker]

[moans intensify]

Goddamn, Sindy!

Take it easy on his old ass. You're gonna
kill him before I get a chance to.

[Karl chuckles] He'll die a lucky man.

[wind howls]

In position.

-Let's take this fucker out.
-[Facundo] Yes, ma'am.

[Facundo] Take it away, Sindy.

[Sindy squeals]

[panting]

It's blow time, mister.

[Facundo] Ready?

-[Karl] Yes, sir.
-Here we go.

Consider yourself retired, motherfucker.

-[Hilde] All yours, Facundo.
-[sharp exhale]

[static hisses]

Bang.

[Sindy gasps]

-[Facundo] Fuck!
-[gunfire]

-Fuck!
-[Karl grunts]

[Sindy groans]

-[Facundo] Sindy, talk to me.
-[grunts]

By the bed, southwest corner!

-[Facundo] Where the hell is he?
-[Sindy] Under the bed!

-Center.
-[silenced gunfire]

[Sindy groans]

[Duncan exhales]

Fuck! I can't see him, can't see Sindy,
can't see shit.

Shit.

-[Karl] Moving in.
-[Hilde] Breaching now.

[Hilde] Fuck!

[Facundo] "Fuck" what?

What's happening?

[gasps]

He's not here.

Facundo?

-Find him.
-I'm on it.

[wind howls]

I got nothin'.

[gun cocks]

-Fuck!
-[gunshot]

[Hilde] What the fuck was that?

Facundo?

You there?

[Hilde] Facundo?

Facundo, what the hell is going on?

Did you hear that?

[inhales sharply]

[gasps] Fuck!

[gasps]

Try not to be scared.

[Hilde] Scared of what?

You make mistakes when you're afraid.

[Hilde] No mistakes. Not today.

Alexei, activate plan B.

I'm going to kill you.

[Duncan] Why?

Because that's what
I get paid to do, Duncan.

[Duncan] Who is paying you?

[deep sigh] Does it fucking matter?

[Hilde] You'll be dead
before we leave here.

[Duncan] Well, in that case, I guess
I wouldn't want you to leave, then.

[Hilde] Yeah?

You can't always get what you want,
old man.

Goodbye.

[chuckles]

[Hilde laughs over radio]

-[gunshots]
-[Kurt screams]

[Kurt sobs in pain]

[groans]

-I need a name.
-Fuck you, you cunt!

A different name.

[Karl groans in pain]

Name.

-No fuckin' names.
-Right.

You know what this--

[gasps]

Did you hear that?

[pants, gasps]

[Duncan] Try not to be scared.

[exhales]

[groans]

-[gunshot]
-[glass shatters]

[door hinge creaks]

[exhales]

[Jane] Alexei?

Did you get the girl?

What girl?

[Jane] Who the fuck are you?

-What the fuck's going on, man?
-You tell me.

What's going on?

Alexei got a call.

We was told to go
and fetch the girl and shit.

What girl?

The girl the old man bought a gift for.

What the fuck do I know?

[distorted droning]

[breathes heavily]

-[car horn honks]
-[tires squeal]

[Blut grunts]

[grunts]

[breathing rapidly]

Don't be sad.
You'll find a new girlfriend.

[growls]

Shouldn't be a problem
with your hot looks.

I'm gonna cut him into pieces
and feed him to the rats!

I told you not to fuck with him.

I'm gonna chop his balls off
and shove them down his throat!

[metal clangs]

What you should do
is pay Duncan his fuckin' pension

and enjoy the rest of your life.

No!

This is personal.

Stealing his pension,

trying to kill him, twice,

and kidnapping his cute little neighbor,

that is personal.

I want him.

I'm sick of giving you advice.

I'm not asking for advice!

I'm giving you a fucking order!

[grunts]

-Are you done?
-No!

[woman screams]

[distant siren wails]

[karaoke instrumental track plays]

♪ I ain't got no cigarettes ♪

♪ Old worn out suits and shoes ♪

♪ But I don't pay no union dues ♪

♪ Third boxcar, midnight train ♪

♪ Destination Bangor, Maine ♪

♪ I'm a man of means ♪

♪ By no means ♪

♪ King of the road ♪

[scattered applause and boos]

To hell with you guys.

[man over PA] Give it up for our own
king of the road, Porter.

Next up, Larry.

[feedback squeals]

What are you drinking?

I don't have time, Porter.

Oh, you got time to have a drink
with a dying man.

[Porter] One for me
and one for my friend here.

Cheers.

[man sings karaoke in background]

So.

They did try to kill you.

Twice.

Once in Belarus and once at my place.

You know,
I had the worst winter of my life...

one summer in Belarus.

What's going on, Porter?

We're getting too old.

And that's what's going on.

Somewhere in your contract
is a bunch of words

that says if you die before retirement,

all the money goes back to the company,

unless you've named a next of kin,

and who in our business

has a next of kin?

And you are costing the company...

a shitload of money.

How much they owe you? Three?

Four?

-Eight.
-[chuckles]

You trust Vivian?

No.

D'you fuck her?

I did.

Ugh.

[Porter sighs]

Okay. Do you know
where they would keep the girl?

Your guess is as good as mine,
but, uh, she's probably in the mansion.

It's got lots of rooms.

Enough for all of his perverted stunts.

I've only been in that building once.

[sighs]

I had to shake
that disgusting creature's hand.

Thanks, Porter.

And I-- I want to tell you something.

You were just too good, you know.

Is that it?

Take it for what it's worth.

[Porter] Be careful, Duncan.

[grunts]

And down he goes.

-[patron chuckles]
-[man] Fuckin' drunk.

[indistinct chatter]

[Vivian] Speak.

It's done.

Well done, Porter.

Send someone over, clean this place up.

You got it.

[door lock clicks]

[loud clanging]

[metal squealing loudly]

[door squeals shut]

You hurt me, Mr. Vizla.

And that cannot be repaid
with a swift, impersonal death.

[Blut] Hmm.

When the English caught
the traitor William Wallace...

they dragged him naked
through the streets for six miles

so that peasants could smear
their warm, fresh piss and shit on him.

Then the executioner cut off
his cock and balls,

cooked them over a fire,

and then served them for him to eat.

He slit his guts right open, huh,
and pulled them out.

He could literally see and smell
his own intestines.

[Duncan groans quietly]

And so it went on,

because the traitor had hurt the king.

I guess Wallace hurt England pretty bad.

You hurt me pretty bad, Mr. Vizla.

I have four days
before I have to kill you.

Four days of hell!

And on your birthday...

you die.

I'm gonna have a little fun...

with your lady.

And you're gonna watch.

[Duncan groans]

[Duncan breathes rapidly]

So I've given it some thought,

and I've decided
that we're gonna start...

with these.

-[snipping]
-Huh?

Music, please.

-[snipping]
-[bagpipe music plays]

[Duncan grunts]

[Duncan] Fuck!

[grunts]

[grunts]

[Duncan wails in pain]

[Blut] Sorry, did that hurt?

[groans]

[squishing noise]

[Duncan groans]

[Blut] The fun continues tomorrow,
Mr. Vizla.

[music stops]

[grunts]

[loud clanging]

[Jane hums]

[whimpers]

[Jane] There you go, honey.

[loud clanging]

[metal door squeals]

[loud clanging]

[chains rattle]

[Duncan groans]

[Blut] Music, please.

-[bagpipe music plays]
-[snipping]

[Duncan groans]

[screams in pain]

-[grunts]
-[chuckles]

Hah!

[Blut]
The fun continues tomorrow, Mr. Vizla.

[Jane hums]

[whimpers]

[metal door clangs]

[loud clanging]

[sighs]

[chains rattle]

-[bagpipe music plays]
-[grunts]

[Duncan screams]

Well, I can't just do one side
and not the other.

[Duncan screams]

[Jane] Easy now, honey.

[Duncan grunts]

[Duncan screams]

-[metal snaps]
-[Duncan screams]

You broke my favorite knife.

I said, you've broken my favorite--

Hello?

Hello?

[groans]

[Blut sighs]

I'm obviously not getting through to you,
am I?

[Duncan screams]

[Duncan pants]

The fun continues tomorrow, Mr. Vizla.

[record needle scratch]

[grunts]

[gasping for air]

[indistinct female voice]

Wake up...

[breathing rapidly]

[grunts]

[groans]

[winces in pain]

[groans]

[grunts]

[coughs]

[grunts]

[breathing rapidly]

[lock clicks]

[clicking continues]

[loud click]

[car horn honks]

[metal door squeals open]

[loud clanging]

[slow footsteps approach]

[chain rattles]

What the fuck? [screams]

-[bone snaps]
-[guard groans]

[guard groans]

[breathes heavily]

[guard groans]

[guard whimpers in pain]

[whimpering continues]

[guard screams]

[guard pants, screams]

[bone snaps]

[guard screams]

-[screaming continues]
[crunching noise]

-[bone snaps]
-[Duncan grunts]

[powering down noise]

[metal door squeals]

[guards chatter indistinctly]

[bagpipe music plays]

[squishing noise]

[guard grunts]

[guard groans]

[Blut whimpers]

Well, don't just stand there. Kill him!

[guard screams]

[gunfire]

[bagpipe music continues]

[guard] Oh, shit!

Fuck!

Go, go, go!

[Duncan pants]

[Blut pants, whimpers]

He's coming. Get him!

[bagpipe music continues]

[panting]

[guards yell]

[guards grunt]

[screams]

[sharp exhale]

[gun clatters on ground]

[Duncan grunts]

[fighting grunts]

[bone snaps]

[Duncan grunts]

[bone snaps]

[Duncan groans]

[guard yells]

[guard whimpers]

[whimpers]

[pants]

[Duncan groans]

[guards groan]

[guard grunts]

[screams]

[groans]

[breathes rapidly]

[guard groans in pain]

[guard grunts]

[guard grunts]

[grunts]

[distant police siren wails]

[Duncan groans]

[groans]

[panting]

[groans]

-[gun cocks]
-[woman] Who the fuck are you?

No. I need your phone, Jazmin.

Duncan?

-Is that you?
-Phone.

-Jesus. What the fuck happened to you?
-Phone!

Here, here, take the phone.

[dialing]

[phone rings]

[Blut] Quiet.
Try and keep him on the line.

Speak.

I'll make you a trade.

Me for the girl.

You hear? You hear me?

I heard you.

I'll call you back.

-[Duncan groans]
-Whoa. I got you.

-Please, tell me you got him.
-No, no luck. Not long enough.

We have to keep him on the line longer.

What did he say?

He wants a trade.

A trade?

-His life for the girl's.
-The girl?

-Is she even worth it?
-Not when I'm done with her.

Because when I'm done with them,

they're both going to be fucking dead!

How many men do you have left?

Enough.

-[gunshot]
-[woman screams]

[deep breaths echo]

[staggered breaths echo]

[slicing noises]

[distorted droning]

[gasps]

[sharp exhale]

[Duncan groans]

[grunts]

[groans]

[sighs]

Up, up, up. Let's go.

Up.

You're not going anywhere soon
with all that shit in your system.

Hey, stop, stop, stop.

[Jazmin] This should help.

Okay, just lie down.

There you go.

Yeah.

[Jazmin] Okay, Duncan.
How can I help you? What do you need?

[Duncan] An army.

Okay, here we go. You'll need all of it.

-It's like a full package.
-Okay.

Here, try these on.

[gloves beep, whir]

[engine starts]

[Jazmin] I always knew you'd come back.

I was just hoping it'd be for me,
not the guns.

[phone rings]

[technician] Okay, ready.

[Blut] Be quiet!

Speak.

Is she alive?

Yes.

She'll be ready, Duncan.

Stand by.

-[Blut] Did we trace that?
-We're working on it.

We have his general vicinity,
but we need another call.

[sighs]

Let's get on the move.

I'm on it.

He'll call back.

-You'd better be right.
-I'm always right.

Let's go!

[engine starts]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[grunts]

[phone beeps]

[phone rings]

Speak.

-[Vivian] What's the deal?
-Me for the girl.

-[Duncan] An even trade.
-I know. You already said that.

Where and when?

Central Train Station, nine a.m. tomorrow.

Why the fuck are you doing this?

I don't know. I like her.

[Vivian] You like her?

Why are you doing this?

Please.

This is our fucking job, remember?

[computer beeps]

You used to have one and be good at it.

[Duncan] Nine a.m. tomorrow.

You, me, and Camille.

That's it. No one else.

Jesus! It has a name.
And you remembered it.

And you have a face I won't forget.
You better not pull a fast one tomorrow.

Unless you want to hide
for the rest of your life, Vivian.

I'm afraid it's a bit too late
for that now.

[Vivian] And to think, you've been
hiding out just around the corner.

[Vivian] Here we are.

[Vivian] Happy to see me?

[Duncan] Not really.

I like the eye patch. Very fancy.

[Duncan]
And you look extraordinary, as always.

[Blut chuckles]

Time to die, Herr Black Kaiser.

Nowhere to run this time.

-Thought you stopped smoking.
-Yeah.

Figured it wouldn't kill me.

Hm.

Was I on the phone too long?

Forty-seven seconds.

Guess we do get rusty when we turn 50.

Yeah, it's sad.

I know they pay you well for this, Vivian.

But I'm still gonna give you a chance
to walk out of here alive.

For old times' sake.

You've become sentimental.

Me for the girl. An even trade.

You keep saying that,
but you don't have anything to trade with.

You are at a dead end.

The road that you have chosen
doesn't have a rainbow.

No.

No rainbows.

You grew soft, Duncan.

Your bad.

[Blut chuckles]

[chuckles]

[gloves beep]

[whirring, clicking]

[gloves beep]

[guards grunt]

[screams]

[machine guns power down]

[shell casings tinkling]

Oh, shit!

[guards groaning]

[gasps]

[Blut panting]

[groans] Shit!

Duncan...

Duncan...

Guards?

[Blut whimpers]

Guards!

You know what?

Let him come.

I'm gonna fuck him up.

Yeah. [laughs]

I'm gonna fuck him up!

Yes, come here, you fucking fuck!

[guard] Mr. Blut?

Look.

[Blut] Oh, shit.

[guard] Let's get the fuck outta here!

Go, go, go! Move!

Don't you fucking dare!

Hey, you fucking pussies!

Oh, dear!

Come back!

[guard 1] Excuse us.

[guard 2] He's upstairs.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[guard] Go, go, go! Move!

Hello, there.

Is Mr. Blut expecting you, sir?

I'll fetch you a cup of coffee, sir.

-[Blut] Bring me the girl.
-[man on phone] No.

Bring me the fucking girl!

No fuckin' way. You're on your own.

-What do you mean you won't-- Hello?
-[dial tone]

Hello?

[slams phone]

[window shatters]

[hissing]

Done already, sir?

Yes.

Oh.

Mr. Blut?

Oh, dear.

[grunts]

[Camille] I always wonder--

...be to find him. [voice echoes]

...and tell him what he did.

Do you think it would be difficult
to kill someone?

[Paul] Will you be making
the same charity donation?

[deep breaths echo]

[Camille] I can see you. [voice echoes]

[deep breaths echo]

[gun cocks]

[Camille] I only see you.

You are always the only one I see.

Sit down.

Everyone else is there
when I close my eyes.

But I can't see them.

I can feel them.

I feel my brother's soft cheek
on my shoulder.

His hair...

His hair smelled of little boy.

I loved him.

I can feel my mother's warm hand
wrapped around mine.

Always warm.

All of her is warm because she's
about to have my baby sister.

I can smell the cigarette
my father just put out.

He smelled of cigarettes and aftershave.

I liked it a lot.

I can feel them.

But I can't see them.

Only you.

Always you.

Why?

Why didn't you just shoot me?

It was not supposed to happen.

It was a mistake.

-I was given the wrong information--
-Don't talk.

Just... don't talk.

Every day,
I pray that I'd died that night.

Do you understand?

No, do you understand?

[Camille sighs]

[whispers] I'm sorry.

[Camille cries]

Yeah, I didn't learn about it
until I turned 21.

Someone paid for my school.

Someone was asking for salvation.

I thought, "Follow the money,"
as they say.

It wasn't as hard as I thought.

It just took me a while to go there.

Too afraid, I guess.

[scoffs] I thought that if I saw you,

I might get my family back
when I closed my eyes.

But that didn't happen.

I didn't move on.

I can't!

Do you understand?

Yeah.

You didn't recognize me
when we met at the store?

You know, the first time we met?

Were you not curious?

You paid all this money and you didn't
even know what I looked like?

Who I was?

[Camille cries]

I didn't want to disturb you.

Interfere with your life.

Well, but you have... interfered.

I don't want to see you anymore.

I want you to go away.

And I want them to come back.

Understand?

[sobs]

Close your mind...

and pull the trigger.

[sniffles]

It's okay.

[cries]

[gunshot]

Do you know who wanted my father dead?

No.

Well, can we find out?

We can try.

[device powering up]

[slicing noise]

[man panting]

[woman screaming]

[slicing noise]

["Drama Free" by deadmau5
and Lights playing]

♪ Think of a monster, you name it
I've been it ♪

♪ It's been a hell of a ride
But I'm in it ♪

♪ Birth of a queen
Is the death of a cynic ♪

♪ Imma be good
But just give me a minute ♪

♪ Nowhere to go
When I'm back at the wheel ♪

♪ No one but me gives a--
How I feel ♪

♪ I'm gonna drive
'Til I find a good meal ♪

♪ And maybe then we'll talk for real ♪

♪ I'm on the road ♪

♪ To heaven knows where ♪

♪ And I'm feeling okay, yeah ♪

♪ I'm feeling okay ♪

♪ More, more, more, more ♪

♪ More, more, more, more ♪

♪ More, more, more, more ♪

♪ More, more, more, more ♪

♪ Tie your hair back
Keep the car running ♪

♪ Pack the Hanzo
Don't stop for nothing ♪

♪ Go ahead and get what you need ♪

♪ Keep it drama free ♪

♪ Don't forget you ain't owned by nobody ♪

♪ Shut the door
When you count your money ♪

♪ Gotta keep it drama free ♪

♪ Gotta keep it drama free ♪

♪ I'm on the road ♪

♪ To heaven knows where ♪

♪ I'm feeling okay, yeah ♪

♪ I'm feeling okay ♪

♪ I'm up for air ♪

♪ With the wind in my hair  ♪

♪ Nothing is bringing me down ♪

♪ Nothing is bringing me down, no ♪

♪ More, more, more, more ♪

♪ More, more, more, more ♪

♪ More, more, more, more ♪

♪ More, more, more, more ♪

♪ Think of a monster, you name it
I've been it ♪

♪ It's been a hell of a ride
But I'm in it ♪

♪ Birth of a queen
Is the death of a cynic ♪

♪ Imma be good
But just give me a minute ♪

♪ Nowhere to go
When I'm back at the wheel ♪

♪ No one but me gives a--
How I feel ♪

♪ So I'm gonna drive
'Til I find a good meal ♪

♪ And then maybe then
We'll talk for real ♪

♪ I'm on the road ♪

♪ To heaven knows where ♪

♪ And I'm feeling okay, yeah ♪

♪ I'm feeling okay ♪

♪ I'm up for air ♪

♪ With the wind in my hair  ♪

♪ Nothing is bringing me down ♪

♪ Nothing is bringing me down, no ♪

♪ More, more, more, more ♪

♪ More, more, more, more ♪

♪ More, more, more, more ♪

♪ More, more, more, more ♪

♪ Tie your hair back
Keep the car running ♪

♪ Pack the Hanzo
Don't stop for nothing ♪

♪ Go ahead and get what you need ♪

♪ Keep it drama free ♪

♪ Don't forget you ain't owned by nobody ♪

♪ Shut the door
When you count your money ♪

♪ Gotta keep it drama free ♪

♪ Gotta keep it drama free ♪