Original subtitles

(film reel ticking)

(eerie music)

- [Nick] Wow, what the hell was I saying?

I forget.

Eh, that's the way it is you know?

Some days you're the windshield, some days you're the bug.

Somebody told me that once.

(eerie music)

Jesus, I have no idea what's goin' on here.

Maybe I'd better start at the beginning.

That would be the smart thing to do.

To tell you the truth, I'm not very good at story tellin'.

I mean, I'm trying, I'm working on it

but people like stories that make them feel good.

You know, romance and happy endings and all that shit.

That's somebody's else's life.

It's not mine.

- [Woman] Central to 56.

- [Nick] At this point, I'm lucky to have a job.

(jazz music)

Do what you love and you'll never

have to work a day in your life.

Isn't that what they say?

You know what I love?

Eating.

Paying bills.

Having a roof over my head.

You can keep the love.

I'll take that paycheck.

- Fucking junkies and gang bangers

stealing all my fucking money!

Why am I in this fucking business?

- [Nick] That's my boss, Cora Garcez.

She's a trip.

Think she loves this job?

If she does she's gotta funny way of showin' it.

She took the business over from her dad.

I never met the old man.

Knowin' Cora, I can't imagine how much of a hard ass he was.

(jazz music)

(file thuds)

- Damien Henderson.

This fuck nut missed another court date.

Last time I put up money for his delinquent ass,

that's $7,000 of my fuckin' money out there.

Make yourself useful!

Get Hardchaw.

Hit the streets.

Don't come back 'til you got my seven thou

with this deadbeat in a pair of handcuffs.

(jazz music)

(upbeat dramatic music)

(jazz music)

(gravel crunching)

- Okay rookie, here's how we're gonna work this one.

Our man's out on a weapons charge.

He's got paper for days.

You don't wanna go back to jail.

No how no way, but his parents co-signed on the bond,

so we're gonna put pressure on them.

- [Nick] And what if he's in there?

- That's why we always suit up.

(vests rattling)

(tense music)

- He's our son.

What do you want me to say?

(sighs)

- Damien or the money.

The choice is yours.

- We don't have $7,000 to lose.

- Now look, your son is the one

who got himself into trouble.

I don't know if he's guilty on this weapons charge or not,

and to tell you the truth I really don't give a shit.

That's for a judge to decide,

but what I do care about is the bond.

Now your son needs to man up and honor his responsibilities.

He don't wanna show up in court, fine.

You're gonna have to cover his debts,

but in my book that makes Damien a big pussy.

When you see him you tell him that.

Only a pussy runs out and leaves

his mommy and daddy to clean up his mess.

(tense music)

- Who you callin' a pussy bro?

You have no right to talk to my parents like that.

- Hidin' in the bedroom even.

I rest my case.

Damien, you're a straight up pussy.

(dramatic music)

(Damien grunting) (dramatic music)

Okay, ease up soldier.

It's gonna be okay.

Everything's gonna be alright.

(handcuffs clicking) (gentle music)

Nice doin' business with ya.

(jazz music)

- Boy, you almost cost me $7,000.

I'll forgive a robber.

I'll forgive a wife beater.

Hell, I'll forgive a fuckin' drug dealer!

We all fuck up once or twice in life.

There ain't no way I'll forgive a dead beat.

Next time you get arrested, don't come crawlin' to me.

I ain't puttin' up your bond again, that's for damn sure.

- [Damien] I fucked up (sniffling).

I don't know what's wrong with me.

I just don't want to go back to jail. I fucked up.

(jazz music)

- The tough ones always cry.

- So this is my life.

Two years ago I was catchin' bullets

for Uncle Sam for a paycheck.

Now, I'm trackin' down idiots

who forget to show up to court.

Oh, did I mention my name is Nick?

Nick Alice.

Shit, I'm not very good at this am I?

(jazz music)

But hey, at least I'm tryin' to improve.

- Okay, who here brought their first

writing assignment mentioned in the syllabus?

Well let's not all jump up and volunteer at once.

Anybody?

We're gonna all have to take a chance up here

so you might as well come up now.

Alright, I guess I'll have to make the choice.

Uh,

you.

Yeah, come on up.

(paper crinkling)

(Nick's throat clearing)

(paper crinkling)

- He reached over and turned off the light.

He leaned back on the pillow staring

at the ceiling and waited to fall asleep.

The clock ticked, shadows moved on the walls,

he couldn't sleep so he just kept staring at the ceiling.

The end.

That's, that's, that's it.

(paper crinkling)

- Okay.

Well that's just about what I expected from a first class.

Keep in mind people, there is a difference

between telling a story and rattling off

a bunch of things that just happened.

This is creative writing.

It's okay to tell a lie.

Don't be afraid to embellish.

The truth is good.

A good story is better.

(jazz music)

(file thuds)

- Hardchaw's not back yet,

but I'm losing my patience on this one.

I've talked to this fuckin' speed freak

on the phone like 10 times.

He swears up and down that he's coming in

but it's been three days since he missed his court date

and he still ain't showed up for surrender.

Run down the addresses in the file.

(jazz music)

(knocking)

(jazz music)

- I'm sorry, Ms. Lucas?

- [Ms. Lucas] Excuse me?

- Ms. Lucas, are you Ms. Lucas?

Oh, I'm lookin' for Anthony Lucas.

- Oh no, I haven't seen Anthony.

He's my grandson but he's not here.

He's, he's such a nice boy.

(Nick laughs)

- I'm sure he's a fine boy ma'am but um,

he forgot to show up to court and he owes my boss some money

so I either need to bring him in or collect the money.

- Money?

- Yes ma'am it's um,

(paper crinkling)

this bail bond you co-signed for.

- Just, just a minute.

Uh, I told him you weren't here but he wouldn't go away.

Now he wants me to give him some money.

- Christ.

(door creaking)

Come on in.

(glasses clinking)

- Look Anthony, I don't know what your situation

is here man but I got no choice in the matter.

I either need the money or I gotta bring you in.

(Anthony sniffs)

- Man, I know was supposed to show up at court but,

my dad, he's already in jail,

I'm the only one takin' care of grandma right now.

(Anthony sighs)

I can't afford to be behind bars right now man.

- Maybe this is somethin' you shoulda

thought about before you got busted

with possession with intent to distribute.

- Look I know I made a mistake.

That shit I got caught, it was my dads.

I was just tryin' to get rid of it.

(Anthony sighs)

I, (sighs) I needed some money man.

I can't hold down a regular job, you know?

Someone's gotta be here all day.

Grandma, she's got hip surgery next week.

My dad don't get out for another three weeks.

If I can hold on 'til then I'll deal with it.

I'll do whatever time they want me to but (sniffles),

I can't leave her all alone here.

- I suppose you don't have $2,000 do you?

- If I'd have had the bail I'd have paid it myself.

- Shit man.

- Look I, I, I know this is your job man,

but couldn't you just say you couldn't find me or uh,

blow it off for a couple weeks, bury my file or somethin'?

Just, just give me 'til the end

of the month and I'll turn myself in.

- You're really the only one takin' care of her?

- [Anthony] I swear to God, man.

- Look, I'm gonna call you before the end

of the month to check up on you.

Don't do anything stupid like leave town huh?

- Yeah no, no way man.

I'll, I'll be right here.

Look, Christ Almighty.

I uh...

- [Nick] Alright.

- Thank you.

(hand patting)

Thank you.

- [Nick] Shit.

(jazz music)

I know what you're thinking.

That sounded like straight up bullshit.

I'll bet that guy was makin' up

some sob story just to stay outta jail (laughs).

Well, yeah could be, but it was one heck of a lie.

Sick grandma, dad in jail.

Very emotional stuff.

True or false, gotta give the guy some credit you know?

(jazz music)

- Couldn't find him?

Couldn't find him?

Sounds to me like you didn't try very hard rookie.

Are you tryin' to pick my pocket

like all those junkies and gang bangers

and iPhone boosting motherfuckers out there?

- Nobody knew anything.

It looks like he skipped town for awhile.

I figured for two grand it wasn't worth the time.

I'll move on to the next skip,

come back to this in a couple weeks,

see if he rolls back in.

- Damn right you will.

Tack this one up on the bulletin board so it stays fresh.

That's my money out there!

(jazz music)

- No worries kid.

Sometimes you're the windshield

and sometimes you're the bug.

(jazz music)

(files rustling)

- [Nick] You ever see somebody

for the first time and think, what is that person's story?

Ever since I pasted my eyes on that picture,

I haven't been able to shake her out of my skull.

Somethin' about those eyes.

Sad, angry, scared.

A whole world broken behind those eyes.

I wanna know more.

Fortunately, somebody's already written it down for me.

Madison Campbell, 26.

Daughter of Archer Campbell

who appears to have some deep pockets.

He's bailed her out nearly every time

she's had a scrape with the law.

Drunk driving, drug possession, paraphernalia,

resisting arrest, disturbing the peace.

She's a real wild child.

The lawyer listed on her last couple of court appearances

is one major high dollar mouthpiece.

But it looks like daddy's patience has run out.

Didn't cover her bail this time.

She signed the bond herself.

Used her car as collateral.

But she blew off the judge.

Now she's in the wind with $20,000 over her head.

Not good.

I should leave her for Hardchaw.

I get the feeling this is outta my league somehow.

Sometimes I'm just stupid like that.

- Neither surprises me nor concerns me

that my daughter had another run in with the law.

I told her last time that I wouldn't

be sweeping her messes under the carpet anymore.

And if she wants to keep that hard

earned reputation as a party girl,

she can do it without the benefit of my money.

- So she hasn't tried to contact you in the last week or so?

- She called from jail on June 23rd, a month and a half ago.

She wanted bail money and a lawyer.

I denied her both requests.

And after that she refused to come home.

- So you haven't talked to your daughter

in over a month and a half?

Aren't you worried or concerned?

- She's a full grown woman or at least

it's high time she started acting like one.

The first thing a successful businessman learns

is when to cut his losses.

- What about her credit cards?

Have you cut those off?

Maybe you can trace her through your credit card account.

- Look, mister?

- Alice.

- Nick Alice, I'll be sure to remember that name Mr. Alice.

If you wanna find my daughter,

all you have to do is follow the booze and the party scene.

♪ Whoa yeah ♪

♪ Whoa yeah ♪

♪ Whoa girl ♪

♪ Let's get down ♪

♪ Whoa gi ♪

♪ On the ground ♪

♪ On the ground ♪

♪ Whoa girl ♪

♪ Let's get down ♪

♪ Let's get down ♪

♪ Whoa girl ♪

♪ On the ground ♪

♪ Oh oh oh Oh ♪

- [Nick Voiceover] Okay, after five bars

and three night clubs you found her.

Now what mister tough guy?

You gonna charge up there and slap the cuffs on her?

She's not a girl Nick, she's a fugitive.

It's your job to haul her ass back to court.

Great.

Now all I can think about is her ass.

(techno dance music)

Aw, shit.

(techno dance music)

- Give it, give it back!

(techno dance music)

(Andres yells)

You fucker

(Andres grunting)

(techno dance music)

- That was amazing.

Hey, you're not one of the bouncers.

You some kind of fighter?

You're not a cop are you?

- No.

- Good, 'cause you kinda got the cop haircut.

What's your name?

Oo, wait don't tell me.

Let me guess.

Uh, you look like a Dean.

I'm gonna call you Dean.

- [Nick Voiceover] My name's Nick Alice

and I'm a bail enforcement agent.

I'm here to arrest you and take

you back to jail for your crimes against society.

Hi.

- [Nick Voiceover] Idiot.

(nightclub chattering)

- Hey bitches, this is Dean.

- Actually it's Nick.

- Whatever.

He just saved my life so you

three losers can fuck right off.

- Hey, what about--

- I was drinking that.

(techno dance music)

- [Madison] Oh, take that you fucker.

- [Nick] Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay. - Take that.

- Let's get the hell outta here.

- Best idea I've heard all night.

- No, I'm good.

- [Madison] Well I'm not.

(upbeat dramatic music)

(glass shattering)

(car beeping)

- Hey, maybe you should let me drive.

- Suit yourself Captain America.

- Okay.

(gravel crunching) (upbeat dramatic music)

(engine starting) (upbeat dramatic music)

(gravel crunching) (upbeat dramatic music)

Somewhere along the way,

I seem to have lost control of the situation.

- This isn't the night you had in mind is it?

- Um, not exactly.

- Good

Let' see how long we can

keep it up.

("Razor Sharp" by Collide)

♪ E-ah e-ah oh oh oh ♪

♪ Oh let me ♪

♪ E-ah e-ah ahh ah ♪

- [Nick] Yeah, I don't think this is suck a good idea.

- Don't worry about it.

This is my dad's house.

He's a rich mother fucker in that he used to fuck my mother.

She's gone, boo hoo.

- Your father's home though right?

- Probably not.

I think he went to like El Paso or something.

He owns a trucking company.

(door unlatching)

(jazz music) (heels clacking)

(alarm system beeping)

(jazz music) (heels clacking)

I knew he wouldn't change the code on me.

(jazz music)

- You're sure we're not gonna get caught in here?

- Look, Nick was it?

You're a nice guy.

I like nice guys.

Beats the hell out of the assholes I hang out with.

- You're just lucky I came across ya in the alley when I did

Who was that guy I decked anyway?

- Some jerk off.

- Maybe you should try leadin' a different lifestyle.

(Nick laughs)

You were pretty drunk tryin'

to get behind the wheel tonight.

- Oh blah, blah, blah, blah.

Look Nick, I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking this girl's a little impaired,

and being the nice guy that I am

there's no way I'd ever take advantage of her.

- [Nick] Of course not.

(Madison laughs)

- You're drunk.

Here's the thing Nick.

I'm the type of girl who gets what she wants.

(jazz music)

Once I decide I want something, nothing gets in my way.

I'm always the one in charge.

(jazz music)

If I wanna have a drink, I'll have a drink.

If I wanna have sex, I'll have sex.

Now you can either get on board or get out of my way.

(zipper zipping) (gentle music)

(water splashing) (gentle music)

- So?

- So what?

- So did you bone her yet?

(Nick laughs)

- A gentleman never tells.

- You're no gentleman, you're just a lousy story teller.

(Nick laughs)

(jazz music)

- Maybe that's my problem,

never know what details to include,

what details to leave out.

I didn't tell Hardchaw she was one

of our bail jumpers from example.

It makes for a better story?

Sure.

(drawer sliding)

But it'd probably get me fired.

Most people saw her long hair or her killer body

or the designer clothes she wore,

but I saw past all that to her eyes

and the things that danced there.

The fear, the sadness, the trouble.

All of the money and all of the drinks

and all the sex and all the fast cars in the world

couldn't help her escape the pain buried inside her head.

I had to feel sorry for her because she couldn't.

The end.

(paper crinkling)

- Reactions class?

- I don't like this girl.

- I think she sounds hot.

I like those crazy chicks.

- Nah, you can sleep with crazy just don't marry it.

- Okay well, I think the point is maybe

that you felt something about this woman

in Mr. Alice's character sketch.

She seemed on some level real to you.

So you see what you can do when

you use your imagination everybody?

It's a big improvement over the last time Nick.

Let's keep it up.

(bags rustling)

Hey, good work today.

Good character development.

Laura, I'll see you next week alright?

- [Laura] Alright.

- Hey Nick, you got a moment?

- [Nick] Yes sir, Mr. Cason.

- I just wanted to talk to you.

I'm just curious what brings you to this class exactly?

My typical students are usually divorcees looking

to start over or high school drop outs lookin'

to bump up their GED scores,

and you don't seem to fit either category.

- Yeah.

Tell you the truth this really wasn't my idea.

You see there's this head shrink at the VA.

A psychologist I mean.

- I know what a head shrink is.

- Right, right.

Anyway um, the VA pays for her so,

sometimes I listen and she recommended

that I take a creative writing class.

- You were in the military?

- Army.

Afghanistan.

But, apparently I'm not very good

at expressing my thoughts, emotions or

lots of other things.

- So this is some sort of therapy.

- I guess.

- Well, maybe you should be writing

about your experiences in the army.

- Uh, I don't think so.

- Why not?

- There's really not much to tell.

- I find that hard to believe.

You must've carried back some interesting stories with you.

- [Nick Voiceover] Sorry professor,

I'm not ready to unpack that baggage just yet.

Maybe.

We'll see.

(jazz music)

(phone ringing) (jazz music)

(tags rattling) (Nick sighs)

Hello?

- [Madison] What are you doing?

- Who is this?

(gentle music)

It's after midnight.

- Get in the fucking car.

(door unlatching)

(gentle music)

(door slams)

- How'd you get my number?

- I stole it off your crappy cellphone the other night.

Thought it might come in handy.

(Nick laughs)

- Okay.

Where are we goin'?

- You'll see.

(gentle music) (engine revving)

(upbeat music)

♪ Oo oo hey ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Yay yeah ♪

- You know I don't know anyone here.

- Neither do I.

- [Nick] What, really?

- I have no idea who's house this is.

(Nick laughs)

(upbeat music)

- I suppose you want a drink?

- Rookie mistake.

(upbeat music)

(crickets chirping) (gentle music)

(Nick laughs)

(Nick grunts)

(Nick laughs)

Ugh, shit.

(crickets chirping) (gentle music)

(Nick grunts)

(Nick sighs)

(gentle music) (fire crackling)

- What's the matter?

Don't tell me you're one of those guys who's shy in public?

- Look, I know it's gonna probably kill the mood here but,

there's somethin' I gotta tell you.

- You have a dirty little secret you wanna share Nick?

(Nick laughs)

- A couple months ago you were arrested for drunk driving.

You got released out on bail except

you skipped out on the court date

and the city issued a warrant out for your arrest.

I know this because, I work for the bail bond agency.

- You're some kind of bounty hunter?

- No.

kind of, in this state they just call it a solicitor.

- Well that's boring.

- You're not mad?

(gentle music) (fire crackling)

- You were supposed to find me which you did.

- Yeah.

- You were supposed to take me in which you didn't.

- Nope.

- Why not?

(gentle music) (fire crackling)

- I guess I kinda got distracted.

(fire crackling) (gentle music)

- I've been in trouble before you know.

I'm sure you know that.

My father's always helped me out in the past.

Maybe I pushed him too far this time.

Cut me off cold.

He's rich you know.

Stupid rich.

He has money stashed in banks from here to Mexico City.

But I can't touch a penny of it now.

(gentle music)

He won't even pay for my lawyer.

He never cared about me.

All he did was give me his dirty money.

(Madison sighs)

Now not even that.

♪ This is what I have done. ♪

Fuck all this poor little rich girl shit, right?

Bounty hunter.

I bet you just say that so you can handcuff girls you like.

(Nick laughs)

(gentle music) (fire crackling)

- Maybe.

♪ Come on ♪

(gentle music)

You uh, wanna come in?

- Nick, I think both you and

I know this situation's kinda fucked.

- Yeah I just thought, wait what do you mean?

- I appreciate what you did for me.

Really I do.

You're a nice guy.

This just may be the wake up call

I needed to straighten my life out.

But in the mean time, you're the long arm of Johnny Law.

And I'm a wanted woman.

(gentle music)

- Yeah.

Alright.

(door unlatching)

- Hey?

(door slams)

So, since you didn't arrest me

does that make you like my accomplice or something?

(Nick laughs)

- I don't know.

Maybe.

- Maybe you're not such a nice guy after all.

♪ This is what I have found ♪

(gentle music)

- That number right there represents

how much of my money is floating around this town.

I don't need to tell you how badly

I want that fuckin' money back in my pocket.

125,000 is an unacceptable number.

I want every file pulled.

I want everyone working full time for the rest of the week.

No days off, no long lunch hours to go pick

up your kids or go to the dry cleaners.

Make your kids go to the fuckin' dry cleaners.

I need to see that number cut in half by Friday.

- Half?

- Did I stutter?

- You're the boss.

- Damn straight I am.

Nick?

Mr. Alice?

Am I interrupting your nap time or something?

- No, I'm sorry.

- You should be.

You've been on the job for two weeks

and you haven't found one single skip.

Don't make me regret giving you a fucking job white boy.

(marker thuds)

(jazz music)

- Is she really out that much money?

- Yeah.

But the dirty little secret is it's all insured anyway.

Even if someone does manage to skip out for good,

the insurance company is gonna reimburse her.

- Shit.

For real?

- Hm.

- Sounds like some kinda scam to me.

(Hardchaw sighs)

- Welcome to the real world kid.

It's all a scam.

(jazz music)

(phone ringing) (jazz music)

- Chico's Bail Bonds.

Nick Alice speaking.

- [Madison] It's me.

- Madison?

- [Madison] What are you doing?

- I'm working.

I thought you wanted to keep your distance from Johnny Law?

- [Madison] I need to talk to you.

- [Nick] I'm kinda tied up right now.

What is it?

- [Madison] It's important.

Meet me in the parking garage

over on Second Street in an hour.

I'll be on the top level.

- Seriously?

- [Madison] I'm in trouble.

- Alright.

(receiver clattering)

(jazz music)

- You're late.

- You know I don't have a workin' car.

What's up?

Shit.

What happened?

Who did that to you?

- That's my fathers handy work.

I went to see him this morning.

Told him I wanted to get my life straightened

out like I told you the other night.

I said I was broke and needed something, anything.

He wasn't exactly sympathetic.

He said I've slept with enough men,

I should start charging for it.

- He said that?

(Madison chuckles)

- For him that's practically a compliment.

He followed it over with this little makeover.

- Shit.

I had no idea.

- I've gotten pretty good at covering it over the years.

But this is the final straw.

He's evil.

- Did you call the cops?

I mean, he can't do this kinda thing.

It is domestic abuse you know?

- You don't understand.

My dad is into some major badness.

That trucking business he owns, it's just a front.

His real business is smuggling, running drugs,

knock off merchandise, whatever pays across the border.

- Jesus.

I guess that explains the body guards.

You know, I'm not a cop or anything like that.

I mean, I can't even arrest the guy unless he a warrant but,

Hardchaw probably knows some people that--

- [Madison] I don't want him arrested.

- You don't?

- No.

I want that son of a bitch to pay.

Pay out hard for what he did to my mother.

What he's been doing to me for the last 20 years.

I wanna hit him where it hurts.

- I'm not tracking you.

- [Madison] I found out when his next shipment will be in.

It'll be in today from Mexico.

I know where it's stashed.

I also know when the buyer will be there.

$250,000 cash.

With your help, we could swoop in

and snatch that money before the handoff takes place.

(gentle music)

What are you thinking Nick?

(gentle music)

- I'm thinkin' your bat shit fuckin' crazy.

I'm not gonna steal a quarter

million dollars from your father.

- He'll never even know.

I'll distract him long enough

for you to intercept the buyer.

It's like one guy with like a briefcase

or a suitcase or bag full of money.

- [Nick] What?

- Think of what we could do with that money.

- We?

- Of course silly man.

We take that money and head somewhere

with a beach bar and room service.

(gentle music)

- I can't just pick up and ditch my life like that.

- Really?

Is your life so great?

You live in a crummy apartment,

you've had a job for how long?

- Two weeks.

- Two weeks.

You don't even have a car that works Nick.

I need this.

I deserve this.

I'm sick of putting up with my fathers bullshit.

He's evil.

I wouldn't shed one fucking tear

if he curled up and died tomorrow.

(gentle music)

I told you once before, either get out of my way

or get on board but I really need your help on this Nick.

I can't go at it alone anymore.

Please help me Nick.

Please help me.

- [Nick] I blame Super Mario Brothers.

Guys my age we grew up playin' that shit 'til our eyes bled.

Somebody tells me I gotta rescue the princess.

I'm gonna rescue the hell out of this princess.

(gentle music)

(gun clattering)

What the hell is that?

- It's a fucking gun genius.

- [Nick] I don't like guns.

- You were in the army.

- That's why I don't like guns.

- You don't have to use it.

Just scare the guy.

(gun clattering)

(clip snapping)

See?

You're a natural.

(gun clattering)

- What am I lookin' at here?

- That's one of my fathers houses.

- It's in the middle of nowhere.

- That's kinda the point.

He doesn't want anyone looking in on his business.

It's kind of perfect for us too.

Drive out there, no one will see you.

Ambush the guy and take the money.

- And you're sure it's just one guy?

- I've heard my father talk about these transactions before.

The guy drops off the money,

then he gives him a key to his warehouse house,

whatever facility they're using.

- What's in the place anyway?

- Stereos, dope.

Does it make a difference?

Just take the money and run.

- I'm not gonna kill anybody Madison.

- Of course not.

- I'm not gonna shoot anybody either.

- Not if you don't have to you won't.

- I'd rather we just leave this gun here.

(gun scrapes)

- [Madison] Take the fucking gun asshole.

(jazz music)

- The first thing people ask when they find out you served

in Afghanistan is did you shoot anyone?

My standard answer if they press is yeah, maybe.

You see, your typical fire fight is

a bunch of tiny flashes up on some ridge somewhere.

You and your squad unload a few hundred rounds

in the direction of those flashes

and sometimes they just stop.

So, yeah maybe.

(upbeat music)

But the real honest hidden in my heart truth is,

hell yeah I've shot a guy.

Looked him in the eye and I pulled the trigger.

Saw him drop.

Watched him try to wrap his last breath

around the blood bubbling up in his chest.

(upbeat music)

Killin' someone sucks, plain and simple.

Not because it's hard but, because it's so damn easy.

(upbeat music)

(trunk slams)

You realize real fuckin' quick

that exact same thing can happen to you.

That's the kinda lesson that follows you home.

(door creaks)

(chain rattling)

Hello?

Who's there?

(chain rattling)

(tense music)

(chain rattling)

(light switch clicks on)

(tire iron thuds)

(tense music)

Hey wake up.

What's your name?

What's your name? Wake up.

What the fuck!

Hey, hey.

What's your name?

Hey?

What's, what's your name?

Shit!

Shit!

This is fuck!

(tense music)

(metal creaking)

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Damn it!

Come on.

- Hey!

Looks like this is the place.

Where's Mr. Campbell?

I thought he was supposed to meet me here.

- He's on his way.

Said he'd be here in a sec.

- Well can't you just make the trade?

- If that's how you wanna do it.

(tense music)

(girl moans)

- Help.

- Not bad.

Pretty enough.

Coulda used another blonde.

Next time you tell your boss.

(shot firing)

(gun clattering)

(Nemec grunting)

- Fuck!

Fuck. You stupid bitch.

(Nemec grunting)

Don't you die bitch.

God damn it.

(Nemec grunting)

Fuck!

What the fuck did you make me do that for huh?

Nobody's supposed to get hurt.

What the fuck is this?

Fuck!

(gravel crunching)

Shit!

Today, I'm the bug.

(Nick grunting)

Fuck!

(tire iron clattering)

(Nick gasping)

Guys I'm so sorry.

So sorry.

(doors slamming) (ominousmusic)

(gravel crunching) (ominous music)

(footsteps receding) (ominous music)

(ominous music)

(tire iron clattering)

(chain rattling)

- That's Nemec.

That's our buyer.

Shit.

Search him.

(clothes rustling) (ominous music)

- Nothin'.

- Which means our money's gone.

- At least we still have our merchandise.

- What good is that to us when our buyer's deceased?

(ominous music)

(Felix sighs)

(gentle music)

So sweet.

What a shame.

This was such a good shipment.

It's bad business, that's all it is.

Fuck!

- [Felix] What do you want us to do here?

- Nemec's dead, our money's gone.

Obviously I want you guys to find out

who's fucking responsible for this.

And in the mean time...

(Mr. Campbell sighs)

Shit.

Locating another buyer may take another week.

May take another month.

It's risky.

(tense music)

Burn it.

- The building?

- Everything.

(footsteps receding)

- You heard the boss.

(gun loading)

(shots firing) (tense music)

- [Nick] Fuck!

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(door slams)

(engine starting)

(engine revving) (tense music)

(Nick gasping)

[Nick Voiceover] I'm not thinking clearly.

My mind isn't processin' what just happened.

Black cloth covered in red pin holes,

is settling over my brain.

I'm freakin' the fuck out is what I'm doin'.

Doctor Benton told me about some breathing exercise once

but I guess I wasn't listenin'.

(door banging)

(door unlatching)

(door slams)

(cork popping)

What's wrong?

Where's the money?

(Nick coughs)

(Nick exhales)

(bottle thuds)

(Nick coughs)

- Did you know what was in that house?

- My fathers latest shipment?

Who cares?

Where's the money Nick?

- It's in the fuckin' car.

People Madison.

Women were in that house.

Your father's no fuckin' drug dealer.

He's some kinda sick ass human trafficker.

I know this 'cause I seen it with my own two eyes

and I shot a man in there for that shit.

- What?

(Nick sniffs)

Who'd you shoot Nick?

- I don't fuckin' know.

The guy with the briefcase.

One minute we're talkin',

next minute I'm shootin' him in the chest.

This shit's gone way too far.

I'm makin' a call.

(receiver clattering)

- Are you crazy?

- There are women in the building

and I think they're all fuckin' dead.

I'm makin' a call.

(receiver clattering)

- [Madison] You can't.

- [Nick] Why not? Huh?

- You said it yourself.

You shot someone.

- It was self defense.

What was I gonna do?

He drew on me.

I told you I didn't wanna take

this fucking gun in the first place.

- Well it's a good fucking thing you

brought it or else you'd be dead right?

(Nick gasping) (gentle music)

- Yeah.

(Nick gasping) (gentle music)

- What's important is that

you're okay and we have the money.

(Nick gasping)

Now let's get the fuck outta here.

- Madison, we're gonna tell someone about this.

- Nick, that is not a good idea.

- And why the fuck not huh?

Why not?

- Nick, I need you to calm down.

- [Nick] Fuck!

(Nick gasping)

God.

(Nick gasping)

- Obviously you had quite a scare.

(Nick gasping)

But you said it yourself, those women are probably dead.

There's nothin we can do about it.

(Nick gasping)

Here, have a drink.

Calm your nerves.

I'll be right back.

(Nick gasping)

(door unlatching)

(door latching)

(dramatic music)

(door slams)

(briefcase latches clicking)

(dramatic music)

It's all here.

It's really all here.

Everything I need to get away from my father.

(dramatic music)

Nick?

- [Nick] Mr. Cason calls it the moment of recognition.

The point at which the protagonist, that's me,

realizes what he really wants and he finally goes for it.

- Nick?

- Maybe you're right.

Whatever I've been doin' these

last couple years it isn't working.

Maybe I've been sittin' on the sidelines

so long waitin' to get in the game.

Maybe it's time for me to change things up.

You, me, clean start.

(gentle music)

Yeah, I can do that.

(Nick sighs)

I'm gonna clean up.

Count that up and see how far we can get, 'kay?

(gentle music)

Yeah, a hot girl, a briefcase full of cash,

a beach house somewhere down south of the border,

(laughs)

it's about time I started writing my own story.

(gentle music)

(tense music)

(glass shattering)

(Nick grunts)

What the hell was I saying?

Fuckin' bitch!

(Madison gasping)

(Nick grunts) (blood gushing)

Fuck!

Fuck!

(lamp clattering)

(lamp thudding) (blood gushing)

(Madison gasping) (tense music)

(lamp thuds)

(Madison gasping) (tense music)

(Madison inhales)

- [Madison] And that's how it begins.

Birth is always a bloody painful thing.

(water splashing)

This is the first day of my new life.

I'm a Born Again virgin.

I'm clean and sober.

I'm a good little girl.

Everything that's past is past.

All that I've done, all that I've been

has gotten me to this point.

I'm getting exactly what I deserve

and I'm not letting anything stand in my way.

Poor Nick.

The dope never even knew what hit him.

♪ Whoa yeah ♪

♪ Whoa yeah ♪

♪ Whoa girl let's get down ♪

♪ Let's get down ♪

♪ Whoa girl on the ground ♪

♪ On the ground ♪

- This party's dead like karaoke night dead.

- Like open mic night dead.

- Yeah you promised us a party mad.

- I paid for your cover, I bought you bitches drinks.

What more do you ungrateful sluts want?

- Well, some party favors would be nice.

- Party favors.

- Me wanna get high.

- High as balls.

- Are you packing anything?

- Gimme that you greedy bitch.

- But you always have something fun.

- Not tonight.

- You know that's okay.

We still love you.

Although, we would love you even more

if you were to buy us some party drugs.

Hm?

(girl scoffs)

(footsteps receding) (upbeat music)

- [Girl] What's with her?

- They're my friends.

I love them, I do.

But sometimes I wish they'd die in a flaming auto accident.

(party members chattering) (footsteps approaching)

Fake ID, beat it.

(party members chattering) (upbeat music)

- Maddie, Maddie, Madison.

I thought I saw you out there on the dance floor.

(glasses clattering)

You looking good tonight.

- Andres my friends and I are looking for some fun tonight.

- Fun?

What you got in mind in chicky?

- Coke, X, I don't even care.

I probably won't be doing any of it.

- Well I can hook you up but

it's cash on the head of the barrel.

No credit for you darling girl.

You're bad news for Andres.

- Fuck that noise.

I spent years over paying for your shit.

- What's the matter?

You spend all of daddy's allowance this week?

- My dad's being a prick.

I'll have cash within a week or two.

- That sounds like a problem that is not mine.

- Come on Andres.

You and I have been friends for a long time.

Can't you do me this one favor?

- Andres does not trade fuck for drugs.

- Jesus, I wasn't gonna sleep with you pig fucker.

Your drugs aren't that good.

(Andres scoffs)

- And like your pussy is made of diamonds.

(footsteps receding) (upbeat music)

- [Madison] There's a hole in me somewhere

that's never going to be filled.

I don't know where it comes from but I know it's there.

I'm always needing something.

Booze, sex, drugs, an entourage full

of shallow ass hats telling me how fabulous I am.

Who am I kidding?

Those people in there aren't my friends.

They're parasites who will glom on to somebody else

the second they figure out my father's money is gone.

Fuck them.

Fuck him.

Fuck everything.

(snorts)

(Madison exhales)

(gentle music)

- Where is it!

Where is my shit?

Where did you put it Madison?

Where did you put it?

(Andres grunting)

- [Madison] Well.

This night just got interesting.

(hands clapping)

(gentle music)

I'm not gonna lie, that was rough and kinda gross.

There was a lot of fucking blood but I did it.

Do I feel sorry for Nick?

Maybe.

No.

He was a nice guy but I've got use for nice guys,

any guys for that matter.

What have they ever done for me?

Fuck me over, that's what.

(gentle music)

- [Felix] What are you doing?

(footsteps approaching)

I thought your father kicked you to the curb?

- Relax, I just came to get some books out of my room.

Plus I know he's not home.

His car's gone.

- Look, I just don't wanna get my ass in trouble.

- What's the matter Felix?

You afraid he'll come home

and find us in a compromising position?

(Felix smirks)

- Fuck that shit.

I ain't tryin' to make that mistake again.

Just grab your panties and hit the bricks.

I ain't sayin' anything.

- Aw, you're no fun anymore.

(jazz music) (heels clacking)

(hangers clattering)

(jazz music)

(heels clacking) (jazz music)

(safe beeping) (jazz music)

Senile fucker.

(picture thuds)

(jazz music) (safe beeping)

- I haven't kept money in there for years.

Some people around here just have sticky fingers.

- I was looking for--

- Don't bullshit me.

You were looking for money.

What else would you be looking for?

There isn't any.

Not for you or your druggy friends.

The well's dried up.

- You're a selfish bastard you know that?

- Of course I do.

Emotional detachment is necessary in business.

Sympathy on the other hand prevents you from taking action.

And that is why women should

not run businesses or be president.

Too much emotional baggage.

- Where am I supposed to go?

What am I supposed to do?

- You're a resourceful girl.

You'll think of something.

God knows you've slept with enough men in this town.

Maybe the sex industry could offer you a lucrative career.

- Ugh.

- After all, it paid off very well for your mother.

(Madison screaming)

Enough!

Stop it! (hand slaps)

(Madison sobbing)

- [Felix] What's going on?

- Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Make sure you take away her

house keys when you escort her out.

(jazz music)

- [Madison] There comes a time I suppose

when you finally realize what is you want in life.

There's probably a word for it even.

The funny thing is it doesn't even have

to be something big like a job

at Vogue or a villa in Tuscany.

It can be something really small but terribly important.

(gentle music)

(phone ringing)

- [Nick] Chico's Bail Bonds.

Nick Alice speaking.

- It's me.

- [Nick] Madison?

- What are you doing?

- [Nick] I'm working.

I thought you wanted to keep your distance from Johnny Law?

- I need to talk to you.

- [Nick] I'm kinda really tied up right now.

What is it?

- It's important.

Meet me in the parking garage on Second Street in an hour.

I'll be on the top level.

- [Nick] Seriously?

- I'm in trouble.

- [Nick] Alright.

- I'm not sorry.

("Razor Sharp" by Collide)

(Andres grunting)

♪ Sharp ♪

♪ Feel unstable ♪

♪ Feel unstable ♪

(Madison vomiting)

("Razor Sharp" by Collide)

(knocking)

(door unlatching)

- Oh darling, someone looks in need of an emotional rescue.

Come in.

("Razor Sharp" by Collide)

(door slams) (crickets chirping)

("Razor Sharp" by Collide)

(traffic whirring)

(birds chirping)

(door slams)

(birds chirping)

(footsteps approaching)

- I need to talk to my dad.

- Shit.

He's not gonna like this.

- Again?

You don't ever learn do you?

- It's alright Raymond.

Coming to my place of business.

What is it this time?

- [Madison] I want, I want to come home.

- Well that's not gonna happen.

- There's somebody after me, a bounty hunter.

- Now don't get so dramatic.

They're called solicitors and

I believe I met the man, a Nick Alice was it?

Kind of a jar head if you ask me.

Well um, and that's unfortunate for you.

I suspect you'll be spendin' some time in jail.

Now if you'll excuse me I have

an important business meeting to get to.

- See, I was kinda thinking it might be unfortunate for you.

(Mr. Campbell laughs)

(birds chirping)

- Are you trying to sell me on the idea

that keeping you out of jail will save

me from some kind of embarrassment?

Don't bother.

My business can handle on disappointing daughter.

In fact, I might be subject to less scandal

with you off the streets and behind bars for awhile.

Don't play games with me Madison.

You can't come out on top.

- This Alice guy scares me.

He's ex military.

He keeps poking around asking questions about me.

He might just find out what it is you do for a living.

- Don't even.

- I don't have to.

He's already been to the house right?

How long 'til it is, 'til he shows up

here at your office or one of your houses?

You pay my bail, hire me a lawyer and this Nick Alice guy

goes after chasing some other poor sucker.

(birds chirping)

- Look, we'll discuss this later.

Come by the house after nine.

- [Madison] But wait.

(engine starting)

Daddy I just--

- I'm impressed with your negotiating skills Madison.

Really I am.

You may even have a great hit for business after all.

But don't push your luck.

Drive.

(engine revving)

(birds chirping)

- Max?

Max?

Fuck!

Shit.

(sighing)

(briefcase levers clicking)

(sighs)

(briefcase levers clicking)

(sighing)

(upbeat music)

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ What you gonna do? ♪

♪ What you gonna do? ♪

♪ What, what you gonna. What, what you gonna do? ♪

♪ What you gonna do? ♪

♪ What you gonna do? ♪

♪ What you gonna, What, what you gonna do ♪

- Let's go see what he has to say.

♪ The planet that inherited the human's evil seed ♪

♪ The people that were given the right ♪

♪ To rule their life that was in the form of plants ♪

♪ And animals that unite ♪

♪ They balance the equation ♪

Don't forget your luggage.

♪ And the evil human madness ♪

♪ That he would drive off of everything it had ♪

♪ The oil to the forest ♪

♪ Used up all the tree sources and transformed it ♪

♪ From what it once was ♪

♪ It was a paradise ♪

♪ Oceans full of life ♪

♪ And trees the rarest type ♪

♪ The parasite polluted and destroyed what was left ♪

♪ Planet that gave life to billions in death ♪

♪ Is all that was certain as the curtain finally closed ♪

♪ And the planet we once... ♪

(Mr. Campbell sighing)

- Daddy?

- Give it here.

(briefcase thuds)

(briefcase levers clicking)

I'll extend you the courtesy of not counting the money

and I'll assume that you spent

a small portion on drugs and I'll leave it at that.

- It's all there.

- Good.

First thing I want is a name.

Name of the man that you seduced into killing Mr. Nemec.

- How do you know?

- Because you're not capable of killing anyone.

- You don't know what I'm capable of.

- Perhaps not.

Name?

- Nick Alice.

- The bail bond agent?

- You're wasting your time.

He's already dead.

- So Nemec killed him.

- I killed him.

A motel on West Central.

Bashed his brains in with a bedside lamp.

(lamp thudding) (blood gushing)

Took the money for myself.

- Really?

- Red Horse Motel.

Room 211.

I told you you didn't know what I was capable of.

- Hm.

Felix, check out her story and if necessary,

call in our cleaning guy.

(Mr. Campbell sighs)

So I'm stuck cleaning up your little mess again.

You know stealing from me Madison is one thing.

I'm used to such disloyalty.

But stealing from one of my clients, that's just stupid.

Your little stunt cost me some high quality product

and an excellent client.

If this Nemec thing gets out,

my losses could be exponential.

I might be able to convince some people

that I had nothing to do with his death.

Some rogue third party that burned us both.

You know, one of those Mexican cartels or syndicates.

I might be able to convince 'em.

I don't know.

I might just come off looking like

some double dealing bastard.

But bottom line is I have a reputation here.

- You're a horrible human being.

- Yes sweetheart, we've been through that.

Now, if I ask Raymond here to cut off

all your fingers and toes and

throw you in the city landfill, he would.

Sit down!

(Mr. Campbell sighing)

Now this has nothing to do with family.

This is business.

My business.

And given the fact that we recovered Nemec's money

and you're back, I'm willing to forgive and forget.

But there's one thing you have to do for me first.

- What?

- You're gonna replace the product that I lost.

- No.

- I want you to go out to the bars

and I know you like that part but no alcohol.

You're gonna look for some new product,

you know tall, beautiful, you know the routine.

- I can't, I can't do it, not again.

(briefcase thuds)

- I'll give you a couple days to settle back in.

We'll start next week and I want

to close this order by the end of the month.

(footsteps receding)

(somber music)

(Madison sniffles)

(somber music)

- [Madison] I don't expect you to feel sorry for me.

I'd rather you hate me.

Pity is for losers and poor people and the permanently weak.

I'm just doing what I have to to survive.

Wouldn't you?

("True Signs Of Nature" by Michael Teoli)

♪ I stay silent in the dark ♪

♪ I feel the wind brush over me ♪

♪ As I wait for you ♪

♪ The witching hour's near ♪

♪ The vultures start to assemble ♪

♪ They can sense it too ♪

♪ The others in my pack ♪

♪ Keep a silent comfort ♪

♪ I know that they're close ♪

♪ While the ambush waits ♪

♪ While you're walking towards your fate ♪

♪ We all anxiously await ♪

♪ True signs of nature ♪

♪ Are starting to arise ♪

♪ Animal behavior ♪

♪ Will prove to be your demise ♪

♪ True signs of nature ♪

♪ Shine through mythology ♪

♪ When you can sniff a stranger ♪

♪ And predict their destiny ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ Your faces comes into view ♪

♪ You spot my eyes too ♪

♪ You think that we're alone ♪

♪ We enjoy a quick embrace ♪

♪ I imagine all the pain ♪

♪ That I'm about to cause ♪

♪ Before I give the call ♪

♪ I confirm what I suspect ♪

♪ The sign is strong within you ♪

♪ The wolves can wait no more ♪

♪ The next slaughter of the way ♪

♪ As your neck spills on the floor ♪

♪ True signs of nature ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ Are starting to arise ♪

♪ Oo oo ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Animal behavior ♪

♪ Will prove to be your demise ♪

♪ True signs of nature ♪

♪ True signs of nature ♪

I just wanted to get away.

But wherever you go, there you are.

So what's the point?

♪ Predict their destiny ♪

♪ Predict their destiny ♪

(guitar music)

Okay, so maybe I'm not reborn.

Maybe I'm not new and different.

Maybe nobody ever really changes.

(guitar music) (heels clacking)

Maybe I'll never be anything but

a bully and a queen bee and a selfish fucking bitch.

But I'm okay with that.

I have to be.

(upbeat music)

After all, if I don't look out for myself,

who the fuck will?

(upbeat music)

(gentle music)

(water splashing) (gentle music)

(Madison gasps)

(dramatic music)

Nick?

- Yeah, bit of a shock isn't it?

Last couple weeks you been thinkin' I was dead.

Surprise.

- How?

- That's the thing about head wounds.

Is they bleed like a mother fucker.

(lamp thudding) (blood gushing)

(dramatic music)

(door slams)

(dramatic music)

- What do you know?

The bitch really did do it.

(door unlatching)

(door slams)

(dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

(sighs)

- Felix, what's the word?

Really?

Well, there you have it.

You know who to call.

(gentle music)

- No, no, no man.

Fuck those American remakes.

You gotta see the originals.

The European ones and the French,

I'm telling you they are flat out fuckin' crazy.

Frontiers by Xavier Gens?

Martyrs.

That motherfucker did Hitman.

Oh and then High Tension or Haute Tension,

however you say that shit,

Alexandre Aja has got skills.

Oh I know, it is so fucked up what happens in High Tension.

Hastings?

Dude you gotta get this stuff off the internet.

Get into the 21st Century.

No, yeah I'll text you some websites.

No, I'll hit you up later.

I gotta get to work.

(techno music)

(door latching)

(door closing)

(dramatic music)

(gun clattering)

(grunting) (dramatic music)

(Nick screams)

(gentle music)

- [Madison] You killed him?

- What do you think?

Killed the guy in the warehouse right?

Why stop there?

I'm a regular God damn killin' machine these days (laughs).

Woo!

(tense music)

Oh fuck.

- That's gonna need some stitches.

- Ugh.

- And dollars for donuts, you got a concussion.

Don't go to sleep again for awhile.

You just might not wake up.

(jazz music)

- You know your problem Nick Alice?

Besides your name?

Which starts out tough and goes all girly in the end.

You spend too much time trying

to fix things you ain't broke.

If it weren't people fucking their lives up,

we wouldn't be in business.

(Nick sighs)

- I thought I was helping someone.

- I'll let you in on a little secret.

My dad's name isn't Chico.

It's Fulgencio.

- I'm not tracking.

- That sign out front?

Chico's Bail Bonds, that ain't my old man.

My pops was a lousy businessman and a gambler

who drove his business into the dirt.

I spent years working for him trying

to sort out all his shit.

Finally you know what I did?

I gave up.

Let the old man go bankrupt.

Then I bought out Chico's business

which was doing pretty good.

Still is thanks to me.

(gentle music)

- All of this story is that your father finally forgave you?

(Cora laughs)

- Fuck no.

He bitches me out about it every Easter and Christmas.

But I've got a successful business

and he gets to blow his social security check

at the casino on weekdays.

The moral is don't worry about other peoples shit.

Worry about the mess you're standing in.

Now, do we call the cops or do we fix this ourselves?

(dramatic music)

(door creaking)

(dramatic music)

- [Mr. Campbell] I'd like to arrange

a handoff with our new Middle Eastern friends

in the next two days.

Thanks to last night we're back at full capacity once again.

- These last couple weeks I've

gotten pretty good at this bounty hunter thing.

I guess you could say I've got a real aptitude for it.

Or maybe I'm just really motivated.

- What are you gonna do?

- Oh, I've already done it.

(dramatic music)

Right now your father is meeting with

some clients to sell off that merchandise

you've been helping him collect.

(dramatic music)

They're gonna hand over a lot of money

and he's gonna give them the women.

Only they're not clients.

They're FBI.

(FBI yelling)

I know 'cause Cora gave them all

the evidence I've been collecting.

- [FBI Agent] Put your hands behind your back!

Put your hands behind your back!

Thank you.

FBI!

(dramatic music)

- [Nick] It's all coming into the light Madison.

It's over.

- So the police are on their way to arrest me?

(tense music) (birds chirping)

- That's the thing.

I haven't told them about you.

- You didn't?

So are you gonna let me go?

(Nick laughs)

- No, that's not one of the options.

- I don't understand what you're doing here Nick.

Are you looking for an apology?

I'm sorry I double crossed you.

I'm sorry I tricked you into stealing from my father.

I'm sorry I almost killed you.

Is that what you want?

I can say all those things but

we both know it wouldn't be sincere.

I know who I am.

Do you know who you are?

(Nick scoffs) (dramatic music)

- I thought I did 'til you

started pushing my fuckin' buttons.

(dramatic music)

(liquid sloshing)

(bottle thuds)

(tense music)

Manipulating me to do things I didn't wanna do.

Things I shouldn't fucking do.

(tense music)

Here.

You're gonna need this.

(tense music)

The first time I killed a man was in Afghanistan of course.

We were on some routine patrol.

(Nick laughs)

If there is such a thing.

All of a sudden this guy pops out

of a roadside ditch with a machine gun screamin'

some shit I don't fuckin' understand

holdin' some beat down Russian piece of shit machinery.

So, I fuckin' shoot him.

(shot firing)

- He was a terrorist.

(Nick laughs)

- Maybe I mean, or maybe he was just some farmer

yellin' at me to get the hell off his land.

Either way we'll never know 'cause he's fucking dead.

See Madison,

some people are suited for killing

and some people just aren't.

I was really fucked up when I got back.

I couldn't sleep, I was angry all the fucking time.

Kept thinking someone was sneaking

up behind me wanting to kill me.

And I thought I had it all under control until I met you.

(dramatic music)

- [Madison] Nick you and I need to talk.

- Oh!

We are talkin' about this.

The question you need to be askin' yourself is

are you the farmer or are you the terrorist?

- [Madison] What do you mean?

(tense music)

- So am I the good guy in this story or the bad guy?

In just a second I'm gonna reach into my pocket.

There's one of either two things in there.

One, a tape recorder.

In that instant I've been recording everything you said

including the fact that you tried to kill me.

I'll turn that over to the FBI as well

and you'll join your father alongside him in prison.

That's about the happiest ending I could come up with.

- Nick, with my father out of the picture,

you and I could take his money and be free and clear.

(Nick laughs)

- Let's not pretend to go down that road again (laughs).

Now sit down and let me finish my fucking story huh?

(tense music)

Now, the second scenario is quite

a bit more interesting (laughs).

It's that, inside my pocket's not a tape recorder.

It's a gun.

The same guy I got off the man

your father sent to sweep my body off

the motel floor you left me to bleed the death in.

I will take that fuckin' gun and I will shoot you

in your fuckin' face for what you did to me.

That,

(dramatic music)

(sighs)

that is the dark side of course.

- Nick?

- Umm.

You know I've never been very good

at comin' up with endings for stories.

So which one's it gonna be Madison?

Good, bad, light, dark, sane, crazy?

sane, crazy?

Live or die?

You tell me.

You tell me.

("Razor Sharp" by Collide)

♪ Sliding ♪

♪ into the vortex ♪

♪ Holding on to core ♪

♪ building walls unstable ♪

♪ Seeping down through the crevice ♪

♪ I've been here before ♪

♪ Creeping down through the crevice ♪

♪ I've seen there before ♪

♪ These teeth are razor sharp ♪

♪ Been through been through the vortex ♪

♪ Dissolve and disintegrate ♪

♪ Icicle the river is deep ♪

♪ Underneath is all you see ♪

♪ Draws you in from near or far ♪

♪ Take me down through the crevice ♪

♪ I'm not here anymore ♪

♪ Creeping down through the crevice ♪

♪ Come in through the crevice ♪

♪ Been through the walls ♪

♪ Leaving it all into ♪

♪ been through the vortex ♪

♪ I'm so insoluble ♪

♪ Feel unstable in at the core ♪

♪ Searching through ♪

♪ For perspective what your looking for ♪

♪ These teeth are razor sharp ♪

♪ These teeth are razor sharp ♪

♪ Razor sharp ♪

♪ Sharp ♪

♪ Feel unstable ♪

♪ Feel unstable ♪

♪ Razor sharp ♪

♪ Fragile ♪

(singer vocalizing)

♪ Fragile ♪

(singer vocalizing)