All language subtitles for Brothers.in.Arms.2005.WEBRip.x264-ION10

MAN: Faster! Faster!

How the hell are ya?

That's my little brother.

I promised Mom I would
always protect him.

But I had a feeling this one
was gonna be different.

Something was telling me
this time, one of us wasn't
gonna make it back home.

How long we gotta be out here?

As long as it takes,
little brother.

Until you know that place like
the back of your hand.

I hate this part.

Look, there ain't
no action, man.

You're gonna get plenty.
Soon enough.

What about the others?

Don't worry. They'll be here.

My friend the Reverend.
Some say he found God.

After the Devil rejected him.

Who are you?

Born of the dust, I was made
in His image.

LINC: Gentleman thief.

Kansas.
He was my wild card.

Full House, gentlemen.

No.

I don't never lose.

Especially to no thief.

Gentlemen.

WOMAN: Somebody
get the Sheriff.

LINC: But there was one more.

To do this job,
I had to find Mara.

It wasn't hard.

She was still
up to her old tricks.

What the hell?

What the hell's
the matter with you, Indian?

I don't think this squaw
speaks no English.

Coin?

(LAUGHING)

She thinks she's gonna rob us!

Be prepared to meet
your maker, Savage!

Oh boy.

We don't take kindly
to your type around here.

And what type would that be?

Sneaky, lowlife niggas
like yourselves.

Uh-oh.
Now you done gone and did it.

Done what?

Done gone and made him mad.

See he don't like blacks
calling other blacks "niggas".

Boy, are you kidding me?
There's 6 of us and 2 of you.

You know, you right.
And that don't
seem fair, do it?

So, um you want
to run off and get
some more men?

(CHUCKLES)

Kill 'em.

Kill 'em!

(URGING HORSE)

(CREAKING)

(LAUGHING)

Looks like game's over, huh,
Fancy Pants.

Now that wasn't very
gentleman-like, was it?

(GUN COCKING)

Come on.

Looks like we got
ourselves a real Mexican
standoff, now don't we?

Well, since I'm
a gambling man,
I'm betting on me.

Ah, damnit, woman!

Brother Willoughby.

You're not taking the Lord's
name in vain, are you?

You know, for a preacher man,

you sure hang out
with a motley crew.

A hustler and a half-breed.

Only the Lord may judge,
brother Willoughby.

I merely tend to the flock.

Well, you're okay with me.

Hell, hell, the
gang's all here.

Thought you two
got out of the game.

Hell, you know me.
I get bored easy.

How's tricks?

I suppose you oughta ask Mara.

I must admit,

I was intrigued when I
received your letter.

We all were.

Zane and I wouldn't
have bothered if
it wasn't worth it.

Who's that?

This here is my friend,
Medicine Man.

His Christian name is Jacob.

His heathen name
is Running Fox.

(LAUGHING)

-No offense to present
company.
-(CHUCKLES)

LINC: We met up at
Doc Willoughby's cabin.

I called and they answered.

This gang is like family
and family don't
ask questions.

There wasn't much
in it for them,
and they knew that.

This job was personal.

This time, it was about me
and my brother.

Okay, guys.
This is our next job.

Zane got this from a
former bank associate

who will no longer
be needing it.

The town's name is
Corazon de la Muerte,

which means Heart of Death.

About a half day's
ride from here.

Yeah, the bank's a depository
for the railroad.

Railroad.

That means a lot of money.

It also means a lot of guns.

Which means a lot of bullets
and a lot of death.

So we're gonna come in
in twos, split, I'm gonna
take the point.

Kansas, I need you back here.

Mara, by this window.

As usual, fear
is in our favor.

Let's keep it that way.

But why this bank?

LINC: Because it
belongs to him.

Yeah.

(LAUGHS)

Well,

get on with it.

It's official, Mr. Driscoll.
You now effectively
own the bank,

like everything else
in this town.

I get what I pay for.

Is there something else?

Yeah... Uh, Mr. Driscoll, uh,

the Chamber of Commerce
feel that the taxes are,

well, they're too exacerbated.

Tell me Mr. Mayor,

where would this
town be without my
protection and investments?

Do you think I like this
God-forsaken shit-hole?

This town is like any other
town I've brought up.

-Purely a means to an end.
-(GUNS FIRING)

There, you see?

My son, Bert.

My pride and joy.

And a fine,
upstanding citizen!

He's a good-for-nothing
asshole, but he's my son.

What's a man to do?

(CHUCKLES)

Groom him to be my successor,
that's what.

I'll tell you what, Crawley.

Bert would make a great Mayor.

Now wait a minute,
that's my...

No one's got
a job unless I allow it.

Is that clear to everyone?

-Yes.
-Absolutely clear,
Mr. Driscoll.

He owns everything.

May as well change the
name of the town
to Driscollville.

(GROANS)

Asshole.

(GRUNTING)

MAN 1: Whoa!
MAN 2: Whoa!

MAN 3: Somebody stop him.

Sheriff! Sheriff,
there's trouble!

Please, it's my Ma.
They're gonna kill her.

Leave her alone!

(GUN FIRES)

Ma! Ma?

Ma!

Ma!

Ma!

Come on. We're outta here.

-Oh.
-Damn you, Bert.

I ain't doin' it now for you,
alright?

There ain't no call for this.

It ain't none of
your business.

(GUNS COCKING)

Listen, you can't even
touch me,
so just go away, okay?

Go away.

Come on, boys,
drinks on the house.

Take her to the undertaker.

Hey, Sheriff, can I
ask you a question?

Shoot.

I mean, it's a piece
of crap town.

Nobody cares about it.

Why do you care?

Are you all right, sir?

I would like to make a
considerable deposit,

into your fine establishment.

Of course.

However,

I was wondering, for my own
peace of mind

when would the railroads
be coming through
to pick up the deposits?

Oh, I'm not allowed
to give out that kind
of information.

You'd have to speak
with the bank manager,
Mr. Hickle, about that.

You know, being that there
are all sorts of unsavory
types lurking about

dealing with folks
such as ourselves is a much
more pleasant situation.

Catch my meaning?

Oh.

Much obliged.
Miss, uh, Lorelie?

But what about your deposit?

I have some other
matters to tend to.

Two ships merely
passing in the night.

Bert.

Yo, Pop.

Why are we still here?

I mean, what are we doing?

For now,

this is our town, Bert.

Our town makes me sick.

I've changed the name.

Makes us more at home.

Every father, Bert,

lives in the dream
that his child would
be greater than himself.

That he will surpass him,

not just in material things,

but will in time come
to show more compassion,

more love, patience,

than I have been able to show.

Every day,

you make me lose faith
in that dream.

* Am I, am I
am I my brother's keeper

* Are you a believer

* Can you stand the rain

What will it be, gents?

Whiskey all around.

Do you think this
a prudent idea?

We gotta wet our whistle
before we hit the trail.

What if somebody
recognizes us?

Ain't nobody gonna
recognize us.

* Don't mind the flow
I'll try to reach you though

* Ain't nothing calming
about it
Check the dough

* We held on tight
for years of this

* Hold on tight
for years of bliss *

How do you want to do this?

We're gonna drink up,
then walk out,
then ride out of town.

He's right there.

If we cause a scene,
we're gonna blow the job.

Fuck that job.

Easy now, little brother.

Give me the bottle.

Shall I put that on your tab,
Mr. Driscoll?

On his tab?
Don't you know
who his Daddy is?

You can tear it up.
My old man owns this joint.

Go away.

I ain't paying.

Everybody got to pay.

What was that?

Everybody got to pay?

I said, you gonna pay.

Do I know you, boy?

I said, do I know you, boy?

I'm sure you remember me.

No, I don't remember you.

No. Refresh my memory, huh?

Burned our farm.

Murdered our kin.

You know, I do a lot of that.

You can't expect me
to remember
every farm I burned.

Little place out the
Flat Ridge.

Came between you
and your railroad.

Oh, yeah. I remember that one.

Lot of screaming.

What, did you run away?

Did you run off and leave
your family? Huh?

I'd of walked back.

You should never assume
a man is dead.

Just 'cause you shot him.

That's good advice.

I'll remember that
next time...

(GUN FIRING)

Ain't no next time.

(YELLING)

* Same struggle same hood
Brothers in arms
is all good

* Are you a believer

* Can you stand the rain

Ah, hell.

I'm sorry, Mr. Driscoll.
I'm sorry that, uh...

You were here?

Did you see them?
Did you see who killed my son?

Uh, I'm afraid not. Uh...

No one...

but no one
crosses a Driscoll,

and lives to tell about it.

Get me Wolverton.

What were you thinking?

He had it coming and more.

They saw us!
Our cover is blown!

We can't go
back there now.

It could have gone better.

Maybe we can use
this to our advantage.

What you thinking?

The last thing they're gonna
expect is for us to come back
and hit the bank.

Right. Because it's suicide.

Are you serious?
I thought he
was the crazy one.

Hey, man, don't call me that.

What did you learn
at the bank?

Well, the payroll is scheduled
to be picked up at noon.

A quarter of
a million dollars,
the day after tomorrow.

(INDISTINCT)

Take three men out back.
Don't let anyone get past you,
hear me?

-Now go!
-Yes, yes, Uncle.

You! Come here!

(GUNS COCKING)

Fire.

(GROANING)

REVEREND: Everybody stay down!

-Go! Go!
-No shit.

-Stay down! Stay down!
-Ah, shit!

Man, shut up.
We've been in tougher
scrapes than this before.

LINC: Man, shoot!

Go!

I think we overstayed
our welcome!

I swear to God,
if I get killed,

my ghost is gonna come
back and bust yo ass.

Cover me, now! I'm going out!

Go! Go!

(YELLING)

Hey, why did you stop me?

Why did you stop me?

-It was him!
-Who?

Wolverton!

Anybody hurt?

Okay, these longcoats
are like wild coyotes.

Once they get
their teeth into you,
they're not gonna...

Hey! What's the plan?

Mara knows these parts
better than anyone.

-I know a spot.
-Okay, lead on.

I thought I told you
to watch the back.

-Uncle, I did.
-I told you nobody gets by.

Uncle Wolverton, I tried.
I swear to you, I tried.

There was a guy in a tree.
We never saw him.

He froze.

No.

It's all right.
It's all right.

We're still gonna get 'em.

Now, you're my favorite
nephew.

(GUN FIRES)

Now let's mount up.
I want that bounty.

I take first watch.

Sure you up to it?

Oh, yeah.

All right, then.
I'll sleep good for a change.

Come on.

(LAUGHING)

Spill the beans, Rev.

Come on, Rev give it up.

KANSAS: Tell us about Mara.

What's it like?

Flesh of my flesh,
bone of my bones.

Come on, man, with that!
Half black, half Indian.

Come on.

That must be real sweet.

Must be great.

It's like finding a cactus
flower amongst sagebrush.

What the hell?

What the...

Oh!

And a cactus has thorns.

KANSAS: She's a wild one.

When we hit that bank
we gotta do it by the book.

Not that book.

Nobody gets hurt.

We get what we want
and we get out. Clear?

I got your back.

And everything should go off
without a hitch.

Couldn't keep your mouth shut.

Ah, yes,
good afternoon, Sheriff.

Greetings.

Uh, how you feeling
this fine day?

Well, I was, uh...
We were wondering...

For heaven's sake,
get to the point already.

Yes, dear.

Well, it's about this
rampant violence.

Uh, something's gotta
be done about it.

You can get rid of it today.

We can?

Yep.

With a million dollars
and the 7th Cavalry.

(LAUGHING)

No disrespect intended,
Sheriff, uh, if I do say so,

you are handling your
duties magnificently.

Uh, and as Mayor...
I got a hole in my coat.

As Mayor of Corazon de...

Driscollville.

Driscollville,

it is my responsibility
to insure that

you have whatever you
need to do your job
to the best of your ability.

All I need is one thing,
Mayor.

What might that be?

More bullets.

(LAUGHING)

Bullets? More bullets.

Afternoon, Sheriff.

Mayor.

Tell me you got them.

Not yet, sir.

Excuses are a dime a dozen,
and not worth
a plugged nickel.

Mr. Driscoll,
a man's reputation
is everything.

Now I've collected
every bounty
I've ever gone after,

this here ain't
gonna be no different.

Now,

there's been a change
in plans.

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Yes, may I help you?

Me and my men are here
to pick up the payroll early.

This is highly irregular.

Orders straight from
Mr. Driscoll.

I see. How early?

First thing in the morning.

Fine.

Okay, as soon as
we come in, Zane,
you handle the guards.

Don't kill anybody
unless you got to.

Mara, if we need to blast,
you got us covered?

I got it.

Okay.

Rev, you handle the tellers
and any customers.

Kansas, I need you to cover
this window right here.

Make sure nobody
joins our little party.

If we do this right,
we all walk out rich bastards.

And if we don't?

Then lunch is on you tomorrow.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

Okay. Enough talk.

Let's play some music.

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Hey.

Tight britches.

Why you always fiddlin' with
them playing cards, huh?

Because they help sharpen
the reflexes, madame.

What did you call me?

You trying to say something
about my past?

That's not what he meant.

Nah, I heard him.

Anybody ever see
such a pretty cowboy?

Huh?

I think Kansas here is one of
them Dandies.

That's enough, Mara.

Mmm-mmm.

That's why you wear
them gloves?

Why you dress like that,
anyway, huh?

You think you better
than us or something?

Mara.

Is that why you wear them
Polly Anny gloves?

Yeah. I want to know why.

Okay.

That's why.

I used to be a painter.

I had myself a little gallery.

That is, before the Klan
paid me a visit.

I lost everything.

Kansas...

I tracked all of them down,
one by one.

The law's been looking
for me ever since.

I swore that no matter what,

in the end,

I shall be holding the cards.

(MOANING)

Why are you still awake?

You know I'm always psyched
before a job.

What the hell?

Man, now that is
one strange-ass couple.

-A Reverend
-And a soiled dove.

How the hell
did they hook up, anyway?

She didn't have it easy.

A woman of leisure
who was nearly whipped
to death by her master.

And the Rev,
he was the preacher up
at Long Pine.

The place of the massacre.

He was forced to watch
his wife and child
killed right in front of him.

(SCREAMING)

That night, he lost his faith.

Who could do
something like that?

That low down dirty Wolverton.

I'm glad Mom can't see us now.

Hey, we're doing
all this for Mom.

Remember?

Yeah.

But it's gotta be
the last one.

We gotta get back home.

All we got is each other,
little brother.

I'm gonna catch some shut-eye.
You should do the same.

Lost something?

I'm sure
Mara didn't mean anything.
She was just riding you.

But I ain't a horse.

Well, not of course.

A Midsummer Night's Dream.

Lovers and madmen
have such seething brains.

That's
Mr. William Shakespeare.

Shakespeare's dreams.

Hmm, I got nightmares too.

Except they're with me
when I wake up.

This town, Corazon...

Think it's gonna be
one of them?

Mmm-Hmm.

The big score.
The chance to cash out.

I just want to get out
of this life alive.

(HORSES NEIGHING)

(HORSES NEIGHING)

No.

They're headed back
to Corazon.

It may be a shithole,
but it's the only shithole
between here and the border.

I got a feeling
they got business there.
Come on. Come on.

(GUNS COCKING)

Nobody move.

(WOMAN GASPS)

Touch it
and you got two choices.

Die slow or die slower.

(WOMAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

You move,
I'll slice your throat.

Smarter than you look.
Let's move it.

What is the meaning of this?

What's the matter,
ain't you ever been
robbed before?

I have not.

Little brother,
we got us here a virgin.

(COCKING GUN) Congratulations.
You just got
your cherry popped.

Now move it.

Merciful is the Lord.
Co-operate
and no one gets hurt.

Now, come on.

Back the fuck up.

Come on. Open it up.

Don't rush me,
I can't get it in the hole.

Now open the door.
We ain't askin'.

We're rich.

Hurry up.

Whoo.
I'm getting this money, y'all.

(LAUGHING)

Jackpot.

Turn around!

Now, if anybody peeps,
I'm gonna blow your heads off.

(SOBBING)

LINC: Come on.

(CHURCH BELL RINGING)

What the Hell is this?

(GUNS COCKING)

MARA: Cover for me.

ZANE: Let's go.
Back in the bank!

MARA: Back inside.

(SCREAMING)

Get everyone.

Damn, where'd they come from?

They sure came a lot earlier
than we thought they would.

No shit.

Everybody relax.
We're gonna get out.

-How?
-Linc, how?

You, come here.

Mr. HICKLE: Me...?

Shut up.
I ain't got time for this.
Where's the back exit?

There isn't one.

What about the motherfuckin'
back window?

From the looks of things,
they thought of that, too.

You, come here.

Linc, did we fuck up?

No.

I fucked up.

WOMAN:...still hurts.

I say we blast our way out.

Hey, as hot as you are, Miss,
you shouldn't be
working that there.

Look, we got hostages.
Why don't we use them
as shields?

Wait, hold on.
We're not using the hostages.

Why not?

Because they innocent,
that's why.

No one's innocent.

MARA: I'm getting the fuck
out of here.

Mara, wait.

The longer we stay in here
the more men
they get out there.

What are we gonna do?

(SIGHS)

I need a drink.

We're gonna
go with Mara's idea.

-About?
-We gotta use the hostages.

-Linc!
-We have no choice.

MARA: Get up. Get up.
Get up. Get in there.

(FEARFUL CHATTER)

Move it. Move it.

You hear that?

I don't hear nothin'.

They just realized
we got hostages.

They're waiting
for our next move.

They're never
gonna talk to us.

I don't trust Mara
with all this hostage shit.

Don't worry about her.
I got that.

Remember what Mom
used to tell us
when we were kids?

No.

The only way you don't
get into the Lord's gates
is when you harm the innocent.

Linc, I want to go to
heaven some day.

Yeah.

I hope it's not too soon.

Sheriff, you better
end this quick, or I will.

Lincoln Malone.

I think they wish to talk.

Lincoln Malone.

Why is she only
asking for you?

I'm going out.

Linc.

What's going on?

I know her.

All right. We can get her out
in the open.

And then plug her
full of bullets.

Anybody shoot her, they die.

Uh, we're on
the same team here, remember?

Linc, go on
with your business.

We'll cover you.

You sure about this, Sheriff?

Yep, I'll be okay.

-How do you know that?
-I just do.

Nobody shoot, okay? Got it?

-Make sure of it.
-All right, but I still
don't think it's a good idea.

Hola, Linco.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

I never stopped loving you.

Even when you chose
my best friend over me.

All those stories
I heard about you?

Are they true?

That's not the man I knew.

The man you knew
died a long time ago.

Come in with me.

It's the best way.

To what?

Pine box?

Hangman's rope?

Not even you could stop this.

Damn, why did you
come back here?

Those criminals killed my son
and now they've got my money.

They're my bounty.

What are we gonna do?

Go in there, flush them out
like the weasels they are.

Wolverton? Gather the men.

You know
this is gonna end bad, right?

-(GRUNTS)
-(GROANS)

And I thought I was lucky.

You're not lucky.
You're just good.

Who fired that shot?

It wasn't us, Sheriff.
I mean, honest. It must have
came from the back.

We need to talk.

-Mr. Driscoll...
-Now.

What you think
they're doing out there?

Fortifying their position.

Making preparations
for the final assault.

How do you know?

'Cause...

That's what I would do.

Hey.

-Where you goin'?
-I've been appointed to speak
for the group.

-How come?
-I'm the Mayor's wife.

-Is that so?
-Mmm-hmm.

I'm a little claustrophobic.
Can we come out?

Yeah, come on.

(SIGHING IN RELIEF)

WOMAN: Thank you.

A queen for a queen.

(SOBBING)

Shut this kid up.

Or else I'll shut him up
for good. I hate little kids.

(WHIMPERING)

You are a man of the cloth.
How could you
be a part of this?

We're gonna let
the hostages go.

You wanna do what?

Look, they're a handful.

We got a couple of
women, a child, an old man.

They're gonna slow us down.
Maybe even get us killed.

No, no, no, no way.
They're the only things that
stands between us and them.

-We just keep
the most valuable one.
-Which one?

Her.

Why her?

She's the mayor's wife.

Why is one better
than a bunch?

The Queen is always
more valuable
than a bunch of Jokers.

There must be some mistake.
Why don't you keep the
bank manager and his wife?

If you let me go, I guarantee
that my husband, the Mayor,
will let you all go free.

That's why you're gonna stay.

For mom.

For Mom.

-I don't like this.
-You don't like anything.

I don't like the way
you been running things.

You think you could do better?

Yeah.

What the hell is your problem?

(SCREAMING)

What are you doing?

I'm getting
the hell out of here.

Mara.

You coming or not?

You coming? What?

There's no need to harm
an innocent boy.

This kid is our ticket out.

You can't go out there.
They'll kill you both.

Shut the hell up!
And mind your own business.

I can't let you do this.

Then you're gonna
have to shoot me.

Can you do that?

She could not cannot
escape her destiny.

Destiny's a bitch.

Linc!

Kansas. Kansas.

Just hold on, Mister.

My apologies, Lorelie.

I guess I ain't that lucky.

What the hell do you all think
you're doing?

You think this is
some kind of noble act?

(CRYING)

This is tragic.

Come on, come on, come on.

Get 'em out of here.
They becomin' a problem.

Okay, they all go.

But the Mayor's wife,
she stays.

Come on.

Yeah, yeah, I know. Come on,
come on, get out of here.
Get out of here!

Get out of here, come on!
No, you. You stay.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Don't shoot. We're letting
some of the hostages go.

(HORSES GALLAPING)

What are you doing?

The only thing left to do.

-Run, Linc!
-Fire.

(SOBBING)

Sorry, boys.

Looks like there's
a new Sheriff in town.

Don't spend it all
in one place.

We got the Mayor's wife.

We get safe passage out,
we'll let her go.

Okay.

Agreed.

Get ready.

What are you doing?

What needs to be done.

You, let's go.

Just co-operate ma'am
and you'll be home
with your husband for supper.

MAYOR'S WIFE: Ah!

ZANE: Get down, get down,
get down. Shit!

(GUNSHOTS FIRED)

No, Linc, Linc, Linc.

Come on. Come on, baby.
Don't you die on me.

Come on, man.
Don't you die on me.
Come on, Linc.

Anybody hurt?

No.

Yeah. The Mayor's wife.

She's gone.

Oh, man.

Gonna be all right.
Gonna be all right.

WOLVERTON: Come out.

(LAUGHING)

Wolverton.

What are you doing?

I'm doing God's work.

I'm going with God.

(SCREAMING)

It's time.

God be with you, gentlemen.

Wolverton!

Wolverton!

MAN: All right, Boys,
let's get out of here.

WOLVERTON: Take my cape.
I got this.

(WHISPERING A PRAYER)

How's it look out there?

Well, I got good news
and I got bad news.

We're surrounded
by a bunch of killers.

-What's the good news?
-That was the good news.

Well, what's the bad news?

Bad news is...

...fun's almost over.

I want you
to get yourself home.

Come on, now, man
you know I don't play that.
(CHUCKLES)

You can't blame
your brother for trying.

I think any second now
they could come up here
and get us.

So what are we gonna do now?

-We leave.
-Okay.

No.
Separately though, brother.

What?

Rear window.

Wolverton's dead.

His men moved out front.

You can make your,
you can make your
way out back.

Linc, what are you
talking about?

(PANTING AND WHIMPERING)

Oh, God!

Remember when we was kids?

You used to huddle up
in the bed, scared to sleep
by yourself in the dark.

I use to sit up all night...

...to keep you safe
from those monsters,

and that scary world outside.

Yeah.

That was
a long time ago, Linc.

Last time for me to sit up
and look after you.

I'll face the dark by myself.

You be safe, little brother.

No. No, Linc,
I'm not leaving you, Man.

You're gonna do as I say.

You go for that back window.

I'll go through the front.
I'll hold them down.

You don't look back.
You hear me?

-Linc, stop, man.
-It's only me and you left.

What kind of sense that make?

If we both die?

I'm gonna live through you,
little brother.

(GROANING)

On the count of three,

you break for the rear
and you don't look back.

Promise me.

I promise.

Okay.

One...

Two...

Three.

* I feel the love pouring
out of me

* I'm fading so slowly

* This, my destiny

(GROANS)

(SCREAMS)

( CAPTIVE PLAYING)

* I'm drowning in my own tears

* What has brought me here

* Is this the place for me

* You take over and over again

* No trace of guilt or shame

* Am I captive in your eyes

* Give this to my demise

* Reflections of
who I used to be

* Are faint in my memory

* What have I become

* They haven't
washed away completely

* Within, there's still beauty

* Despite what you have done

LINC: So there we were, flying
and that was it.

* Over and over again

LINC:That's my little brother.
I promised Mom
I would always protect him.

LINC: But I had a feeling
this one was
gonna be different.

LINC: Something was telling me
this time one of us wasn't
gonna make it back home.

* My demise

* You pierce me

* With your will not to care

* Open wounds,
but I will not despair

* Finding my mistakes,
Oh, I am indeed

* You take over and over again

* No trace of guilt or shame

* Am I captive in your eyes

LINC: Mama, I'm coming home.

( MY BROTHER'S KEEPER PLAYING)