Dig (2022) - full transcript

I mean how goddamn
long has she been gone this time?

Three hours past curfew.

See I am... I...
I'm done with this bullshit.

I am gonna do it. I am gonna
bolt lock her in her room.

I told her, I said
I'm gonna nail the windows shut.

And I'm gonna bolt lock her
with a combination lock

and only I have the
combination, okay? I'm done.

Just calm down, Scott.

Don't tell me to calm down.
Where the hell are we going?

- Now just turn here.
- Where?

Right up the road.



- I mean it's a dead end.
- No, no, there.

- Huh?
- Go there.

You're not gonna do anything
crazy, right?

You just wait right here.

- Jane Elizabeth Brennan.
- Dad?

- Yeah.
- What the fuck are you doing here?

I could ask you the same
question.

- Chill out, Dad.
- Hey, shut the fuck up, lover boy.

- I'm not going anywhere with you.
- The hell you're not.

Oh!

Did you just kiss my kid in
front of me?

Man, in some countries,
I could beat you to death

in the middle of the street then get
a fucking medal. You understand?

Now take your little arm off
my daughter, -What the fuck...



- Back the fuck off.
- ...are you doing?

Thank you.

- And you, little lady, are coming home.
- Stop!

- Hey!
- Come on!

Why aren't you doing anything,
you bitch?

Let me go!
You can't do this!

Scott, did you have to wrangle
her up like cattle?

- Let's just hope she ain't pregnant.
- Let me go!

- Hey!
- Get off!

Let me go!

- How did you even find me?
- You don't think I track your phone?

- Oh, thank you so much for the trust, Dad. I'm 16!
- Sixteen!

- You hear me?
- Everyone just shut the fuck up!

- Oh, my God, is that like...
- You would embarrass me like that...

- All of my friends...
- You don't have a boyfriend first of all.

- Take it down a notch.
- Yes, I do.

Second of all, those are
assholes

you'll never see again
in your life.

I will never bring...

Kidding, the guy
just cut me off! Christ!

Let it go, it doesn't matter.

Excuse me! That guy
could've killed us, all right?

- Jesus!
- God, Dad. Yeah, I'm fine.

Hey, I get 60 miles
on this truck. Now if I don't...

- Oh, my gosh, you're 60 miles.
- ...get us all home...

All right, silence!
I'm gonna get some gas.

- Un-fucking-believable.
- Scott, do not get out of this car.

I gotta get gas.

Evening.

How you doing tonight?
You havin' a good night?

There a problem?

No, no, not if you,

understand that we all live
in a world of assholes,

- I... I don't have any problem with that.
- All right, I got it.

So you're one of those tough
guys, right?

- You wanna prove everything...
- You understand I got a family in here.

- You cut me off!
- Prove things to people.

A blatant fucking cut off, pal!

There's no other way
to interpret it, is there?

You cut me off, and I have
family in my car, I'm just saying.

- Let's take it easy.
- Get back in the car.

You know... you know what,
you know what?

- Hey, you wanna do this?
- No.

- Dad.
- I just want an apology.

- Dad.
- I just want a fucking apology.

- Yeah, yeah, get back in the car.
- Dad, stop it.

...apology, I... Get back!

Fuck away
from my fucking family!

- Hey, girls, get in the car.
- You picked the wrong guy.

- Fuck!
- Whoa, whoa. Okay, okay.

Dad!

What are you doing?

No, no, no.

Honey, honey, honey, honey,
honey.

Stay with me, honey.

Oh, my God, oh, my God,
call an ambulance.

Call an ambulance!
Call and ambulance!

Jesus! Call an ambulance!

I can't hear!
I can't hear you!

Hey, doc? What's the word?
How's my girl?

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Brennan,
but she still isn't talking.

It'll resolve itself.

When? I mean, Christ, man,
she's been like talk...

Been like this for over a year.
She hasn't said a word.

- She said anything to you?
- No.

- You sure?
- It's just trauma.

But even her hearing, it hasn't
even changed unfortunately.

You know 10% left, 3% right.

Oh, about that,
look what I found.

I found this cochlear of this...
This implant thing, right?

It's a implanted device
surgically designed.

This thing
could double her hearing.

I mean it could give her
a shot at a normal life, right?

Look, I consider you a friend
at this point

and I know you're trying to
make sense of everything

and I don't mean to be rude.
But you can't afford it, Scott.

It's $30,000.

You gotta try it,
you gotta stop fighting it

and use the sign language.

I mean, stop fucking around
with the notepads.

I know it's not what you
wanna hear.

You'll get through it,
I mean, time heals.

- Uh-huh.
- Yeah, just practice, now.

Hey, squirrel.

Let me get the door for ya.

I got it.

Hey, uh...

Hey?

You sure you don't wanna go on
that trip with your friends?

Trip, your friends...

I mean,
it could be good for you.

Come on.

Hey, just talk to me.

I'm trying here.

About this long weekend...

Look, uh, I'm going fishing.

I need to clear my head
and I don't feel comfortable

leaving you alone at the house.

Yeah, I know how old you are.

Just, uh, you know,
I thought maybe,

we could go up together
and I can show you

where my old man took me.

You know, it will be like a...
a new family tradition.

Yeah, okay.

I better tell Pablo a couple of
things, a little last minute stuff.

You wanna come
wait inside with me?

Yeah, yup.
All right, stay there.

She hates me.

I'm sorry, boss, she's confused.

Ah... I told her go,
be with your friends

on some fucking trip,
she don't wanna go.

You just can't win.

You know, sometimes I wonder,
you know,

what the hell would Linda do,
what would she say.

Yeah.

All right, good talk, Pablo.

- Hey, by the way, you have a customer there.
- Got it.

Hey, Scott Brennan.

How can, uh, how can I help you?

- I'm Vic.
- Okay.

Yeah, I heard you are
the man in town

to talk to for a strip
and a demo, Mr. Brennan.

Yeah so...
I guess they're right.

Yeah, well,

I guess you let your work
speak for itself, huh.

I have a, uh, client in
need of a quick turnaround.

Oh, yeah? Well, okay.

Maybe we can help you.

What, uh,
what kind of job is it?

Oh, it's pretty standard.

In fact, he even
has a specific list of tools

that he likes to bring along.

We have a jack hammer, auger,

uh, post hole diggers,
and a wheelbarrow.

So I guess we're doing some
digging then?

Honestly, I got no clue.

All I know is it is some sort
of fucked-up divorce thing.

- You see. uh, my guy.
- Yeah.

He gets his hands stuck in the
proverbial cookie jar,

now the old lady is out for
fire and brimstone.

She hires a detective,
busts my buddy.

I mean, she gets everything,
even the dog, even the ranch.

You know, she's one of them
feminazi types.

I mean, she gets his balls in
the blender

and the only button she knows
is puree.

His plan is to have a crew come
out and strip all of his fancy cabinetry,

hardware, the nines, while he
still owns.

I don't know, I mean,
Jesus, that's a lot to...

think about. You say
this is a buddy of yours?

It sounds a little mixed up,
I get it,

but I checked it out with some
fancy pants lawyer and it's all good.

I mean, it's his shit,
she just gets the house,

so it's a... you know,
it's a loophole, right?

I guess
that's what they call it.

Look, uh, I appreciate you
coming in,

but I'm gonna have to pass.

My guy is prepared to pay your
entire fee

and let you keep everything you
salvage

and believe you me, there is a
lot of premo shit in there, Brennan.

Tell you what, why don't I go
up there next week,

have a look around when I get
back from my trip

and see what, uh,
see what we're dealing with.

Damn. It's just,
it's just not gonna work for us.

See the client needs it done
this weekend.

Oh, well, shit, then like
I said, I'm gonna have to pass.

I got plans with my daughter.

Well, that do sound like some
good plans.

Another ten when the job
is done.

Now listen, one more thing,

don't touch the walls,
just strip and dig, right?

- Huh, it's a lot of money.
- We got a deal?

Hello?

Yo, man, you around?

Kinda. What's up?

Yeah, we got a
little problem out here in the desert.

Oh, shit. What now?

Please tell me
it ain't that cockhound

fucking cousin of hers,
I took care of him.

He ain't gonna say a shit.

Someone's moving in.

Oh. When?

Think they start Monday morning.

Sending you a local referral
to handle this shit.

All right.

Oh, well, time's up buddy.

- What the hell, Vic?
- What?

You said I could get
the next one.

Why are you in your underwear?

Baby, I told you three, four
times now.

Blood don't wash out of shit.
Especially colors.

I have to super soak
the fucking tighty-whities

in bleach as is just to look
like I'm not on my period.

But anyways, babe, listen

we gotta go back to the desert.

- Fuck that. I ain't going back there.
- No, I know, I know.

But you know,
it's a whole fuckin' thing.

We don't have a choice.
Let's just get dressed,

come on,
I'll explain in the car.

I said, no.

Baby, you trust me, right?

I mean...

Hey, I'm looking out
for number one and why is that?

- 'Cause your number one's me.
- That's right.

Now I promise, I'mma let you do
the next one, okay?

- Promise?
- Mm-hmm.

Mmm.

I'm taking the boom box.

Come on back here.
Five minutes.

Don't give me that look, Jane.

It's good money.

Spying on us, huh.

You're pretty good with that
lip-reading stuff. Look...

this could really help get close
to that procedure, you know.

You're coming with us.

A little hard work
will do you some good,

take your mind off things,
right?

Look, I'll set you up with a
little, uh,

sleeping bag inside
the house, okay?

Me and Pablo do all the camping
and then, uh...

we'll strip the fixtures and...

I ought to take you fishing.
Yeah?

Could be fun.

Okay.

All right,
let's go check it out.

Weird.

Pretty
nice patio for such a shitty house.

All right. All right, let's see
what we're dealing with here.

Jesus.

Whoa, whoa.

Hold up, kid.

Wow.

Jesus.

All right.

Oh, fuck. Looks like
the utilities were cut.

Ah, damn it.

Looks like you're camping
with us, kid.

I don't know.

Hey,
don't move! Hey, hey, hey!

- Get off of me, man. Get off of me!
- Calm down.

Take it easy.
What are you doing here?

- Just looking for somewhere to sleep.
- All right.

- Call the cops.
- No! Or... or don't.

Jane, the guy broke in here.
I got to report it.

Yeah.

She wants to know your name.

Tommy.

My name is Tommy.

If you're asking if
I'm hungry, the answer is yes.

Mm.

I haven't eaten in days.

Okay, son, we, uh,
we got work to do.

Me? Las Cruces.

Yeah, warrants will do that.

I'm no outlaw.
Just stole a car.

Just a car?

Police came around
asking for me,

so I got on a bus,
and that was that.

Yeah. Hitched some of the way.
Sometimes, jumped trains.

Nah. Fear ain't my problem
as much as loneliness is.

Eventually, you get used
to not being hurt.

We ain't missing out on much.

Way I figure it, most people
ain't got much to say anyhow,

and if they do,
it ain't worth listening to.

Is that your dad there?

You like working with him?

Now that's something
you shouldn't take for granted.

Never knew mine.

Every day I wonder
who the man was.

All right, guys.

I'm gonna have to ask you
to move on, okay?

I can't have you
on my work site. Insurance.

I understand.
Thanks for not calling the cops.

And the meal.

Best you be moving along now.

No, I can't accept that.

Your hospitality is enough.

Found all sorts of stuff
on the road.

Time to go.

Here.

All right.

Perfect.

So long.

Whoa. Honey, honey, honey, whoa.
No walls.

No walls, honey.

No, it's fine.

It's fine, squirrel.

Yeah, yeah, go ahead.

Go ahead.

Damn it. The one fucking thing
the guy told us not to do.

There goes all that money.

There's no way that guy and his
client's gonna let us keep it now.

Scott, look.

Holy fuck, man.

We got to call the
cops, man. It's a stash house.

I don't know, man.

They know who we are,
they know who I am.

Call the cops...

...it's a bad idea.

Then what?

I'm gonna go to town
and get some plasters and paint.

We're gonna cover this shit up
as best we can.

What other choice do we have?

Just, uh, hide that. Hide it.

I'll call the cops
when we go into town, okay?

- All right?
- All right.

Hey.

Okay, let's wrap this up.

- Dad.
- Okay, okay. Don't do it!

Hey, y'all playing
hide-and-seek?

Jesus.

Hold it right there!

Keys, cell phone,
wallet on the table. Now!

Okay.

S... Sure.

All right.

On your knees. On your knees!

This isn't happening.
This isn't happening again.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Whoa, wait! Please.

Hey.

You speak out of turn again,

and princess here gets it.

- O... Okay.
- You understand?

Yeah.

Okay.

- Who is she to you?
- Huh?

Well, obviously, his daughter.

Oh. And him?

He's my...
My employee, works for me.

All right.

Now let's not try
and bother a run,

'cause I won't chase you,

but her trigger finger runs
pretty quick.

Yeah, I hear you.

Good. Very good.

So here's how it goes.

We ask the questions,
and you answer 'em. Real simple.

Well, you got my kid,
I'm not going anywhere, but...

But, but, but, but what?

Why is her cheek bloody?

Well, had to yank her around a
bit, is all. She don't listen too well.

That's 'cause she can't hear,
asshole.

Whoops.

Well, that explains a lot, don't it?

Look, just take whatever
you want. Get out of here.

I got a few
hundred dollars in my wallet.

You think we're
in these stupid-ass outfits

just to rob you off
a couple hundred bucks?

- That's rich.
- Yeah.

What we want from you
is buried underneath the patio.

Did you bring
the tools requested?

Yeah.

You shouldn't have touched
the walls.

Man, we could have
kept this clean.

Why are we monologuing?
Let's just cap 'em.

Let's just fucking cap 'em.

Are you... are you the husband?

We needed the cover
of a legit salvage crew

before the excavation team
arrives, you see.

You fine folks came in
and gave us the necessary tools.

Now the neighbors won't bother to investigate
the racket we intend to make out back.

- I fucking masterminded this shit.
- Are you done?

- I'm fucking talking, ain't I?
- God, why are you talking?

Why are you stalling?
We don't need him anymore.

You don't do the execution
while I'm talking.

Hey!

- Jesus!
- Whoo!

Oh. Oh, shit!

Hold on.

I warned him.
I fucking warned him.

- All right, wait, wait.
- All right. That speeds things up a bit.

- Wait. Hang on, hang on. Wait, wait, wait!
- Here we go. What?

You're gonna need us!

All right, wait, hold...
Hold on a second, baby.

Let's hear
what the man has to say.

You know how superstitious
about this shit I get.

Look, I don't know what you
got in there, but I can get you to it.

Hell, we can manage just fine
without you.

Yeah?

So did you dig that hole
last time?

You guys really know
how to operate them tools?

I mean, what happens when
the jackhammer bucks on you

'cause you hit
a rough spot, huh?

That ain't shit, daddy.

My man will just cut the wire
and start up again.

You guys done with rebar
or steel mesh?

What about brick ties, huh?

Not to mention all them
power lines you got running

- through this whole property.
- Fucking enough!

Why are they still alive, Vic?

I think the man made
a pretty good point, right?

I mean, he's certainly more
experienced at this sort of business

- than either one of us.
- No, he's just trying to save his ass.

We need to stick to the original
plan and do the digging ourselves.

That's why we're wearing this
stupid fucking get-up in the first place.

It's just gonna be
so fucking hard.

You said we needed
a jackhammer, a shovel,

and a couple hours,
and we'd be outta here.

Yeah, well, I say a lot of shit.

Listen, clearly I underestimated
the gravity and scope

of this fucking undertaking,
baby.

Now, if you don't recall, we
didn't dig that hole, Lola. No.

That was
your motherfucking cousin

who we had to kill afterwards,
okay?

You heard what he said
about all that fucking shit?

I ain't about to get
electro-motherfucking-cuted.

It's fucking bullshit,
what it is.

- Put your fucking mask back on.
- It's dark.

- We're in the kitchen.
- Oh, God.

Baby, in less than two days'
time, they gonna come back here,

and they are gonna dig up
what's under the fucking patio.

You wanna risk going at it
fucking alone

and losing
what we came here for?

Listen, let's just put his ass
to work.

Them jackhammers
are heavy as fuck.

You're seriously not considering
keeping them alive, are you?

- Fuck you.
- Fuck you.

All right.

We're gonna do
some spring cleaning.

That's enough scrubbing,
Brennan.

We're gonna wrap him up and move
him into the other room for safekeeping.

- Hey, what'd you just say to her?
- Huh?

I told her
we're moving the body.

Oh, and I'm supposed
to just trust that?

She read lips much, Brennan?

Oh, I...

Okay, let's try this again.

Does she read lips?

Yeah, I guess so.

You guess so? Okay, good.

Here's what's gonna happen
from now on.

You're gonna say your words
to her loud and clear.

Say 'em slow if you have to,

but that's the only way you're
communicating from now on.

If I see you sign to her
like you just did,

I'm gonna play whack-a-mole
with her hands.

All right.

Now, ladies,
we're gonna dispose of, uh...

Pablo.

Thank you. Pablo.

You two can go
get to know each other,

you and me, we gotta go
to the truck to get our gear.

Come on.

What's that?

An auger.

Huh. What's it do?

Dig.

What do those do?

What's gonna happen to us?

Well, that depends
entirely on you.

I mean, I could give a rat's ass
whether you live or die.

All I care about
what's under that patio.

All right.

What do you got under there?

None of your beeswax, buddy.

You let us worry about that.

Wow...

boys must love you.

So I get you what you want
and you let us go?

Your lives for what's underneath
the ground, all right?

I'll even let you keep the money in the
walls 'cause I'm such a good guy.

Am I making you uncomfortable?

What about now?

How about now?

What about right now?

And how do I know
I can trust you?

Well, you don't.

All right. Let's get to work.

No, it... it's late, huh.

I got floodlights.

Do I look like a fool to you?

It's past permit hours.

We start drilling now, them
neighbors just bound to call the cops.

Nah, we're gonna start
in the mornin'.

Yeah, for now I'm kinda...
I'm kinda hungry, uh...

Does that daughter of yours,
does she cook?

'Cause my bitch can't.

All she does
is get fucking takeout.

Yeah, she...

...she knows a little.

Good, real good.
Let's start a fire, you know?

And we'll all just camp out
like one big happy family.

You know what I mean?

Let's make this a...
a actual fun experience.

You know what they call that?
A net positive, all right?

Oh, how about some coffee?

No thanks.

I meant for me.
You'll have your girl do it.

Coffee.

Okay.

You must really think I'm some
kind of monster, don't you, Brennan?

I don't know
what the fuck you are.

Well, no, you know,
I'm just like you.

You know, I'm a man
that's trying to survive.

I don't kill people.

I'm a businessman.

Bet she got a nice body
under all them bulky clothes.

- Oh, hell yeah, she does.
- How old is she?

She's 17.

- Oh, I remember that age.
- Yeah, me too.

- She got a boyfriend?
- Eyes off my daughter, okay?

- Okay, okay, okay.
- Whoa.

She's just playing around, shit.
Girl, she ain't 18.

Yeah, you stay away from her.

Damn, Brennan, I...
I was thinking earlier.

You were having your, like, your
little moment of doubt and pain

and you said something,
you said,

"I can't believe
this is happening to us again."

What'd you mean by that?

I don't think I'm really
in the mood for campfire stories.

Well, let's try
and keep this civil.

I said talk,
and be tender with the lip.

No thanks...

Vic.

Ah, hey.

Yup, well... shit, surprise.

What the fuck, Vic?

We're supposed to
keep our masks on.

Yeah, well, he fucking knows.

Well, if he knows, then why the
fuck we wearing these masks?

Well, you wear fucking masks
when you do this shit.

Well, if we're doing this shit,
why aren't we wearing our masks?

Just shut up
about the fucking masks, baby.

Your much prettier
without the mask, okay?

Now that we're all
intimate and acquainted,

I'd sure like to hear
that story.

Nothing to tell.

A year back, I, uh...

got into an incident
and we got held at gunpoint.

Oh, shit.

How'd you get in that
predicament, Daddy?

Yeah?

I...

...we were out looking for Jane.

We?

Yeah, my wife, Linda.

- That's a plot twist.
- Wow.

We'd tracked her down at
some fucking rich kid's party and...

...and I dragged her out
of there

kicking and screaming,

and on the way home,
that's when it happened.

One moment,
uh, we lost Linda and...

Jane ended up
the way she is now.

You miss her?

I miss her every fucking day.

Wow, and now here you are again,

held up once more.

That is like, that's like...

like lightning
striking in the same spot twice.

- Fuck.
- Yeah.

Someone up there
must not like you.

If I'm being brutally honest,
you do strike me as a touch...

difficult.

Yeah. I am difficult.

Hey, you ever blame her?

Yeah.

But she's just a kid, you know?

Well, no, I mean, if she hadn't
forced you out that night,

your wife might still be alive.

Nah, that was all my fault.

The whole goddamn thing
should have never happened.

The fucking guy cut me off, I...

- I was in a bad mood.
- Oh, man.

Trying to be a cowboy and you ended
up getting someone you love killed.

You ever think what would happen

if you ever got your hands on
that man? Argh!

I've moved on.

I know what I'd do.

Oh, we all know
what you'd fucking do.

Well, yeah, but could he do it?

I mean,
it ain't like squashing ants.

Mmm, I don't mean,
I don't know, honey.

He don't really look like
he got it in him.

I don't know, baby. Be careful.

People can surprise you.

Oh, oh!

Ow, you motherfucking bitch!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey...
- Hey! Hey! Hey, easy now.

- Take it easy.
- Hey, hey, get back.

- Hey, hey, whoa, whoa.
- That's enough!

- Easy, easy, easy.
- That's enough!

- Get your girl back!
- Yeah, yeah...

Get your girl back!
I'll kill her right now!

- Take it easy!
- Yo, your girl tries that shit again...

- Okay, okay.
- I'm gonna kill her myself, all right?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- All right, now get in the trailer.

You gonna get some sleep.

You got a big dig
in the morning, all right?

- Move.
- Why don't... why don't you guys take the camper?

- There's a bed in there.
- Let you run off

in the middle of the night?
Nice try, Einstein.

Get in the fucking camper.

- Go on.
- Go on, go on.

Run, Forrest, run.

Wake up,
you little sleepy-ass bitch.

Who are you dreaming of?

Were you fucking that
other guy in your dreams?

- No.
- Me?

- Yeah.
- Fucking promise?

I promise.

- Wake up. Shit.
- What's your plan?

Morning, Brennan.

Beautiful day for a dig,
ain't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, get yourself something
to eat, uh,

'cause you're gonna need
your strength.

But, uh, first coffee.

And you make it this time,
all right?

No more goodwill.

Yeah.

What's your problem?

You're the one who almost
got us killed last night.

Hey, what I tell you about
talking to each other like that, huh?

All right. She's upset.

Huh? Hey.

Jane, that's not true.

It's not your fault.

Hey, stop fucking talking to
her like that, eh?

Jane.

- Where are you going?
- I know what that means.

Hey, hey, where are you going?
Hey!

- Hey! Hey, you know I didn't...
- Hey, where are you going, huh?

- Kiddo, where you going?
- Get back!

- No, no, guys! No, no!
- Hey, tell her to get back here!

Huh. Fucking kids these days.

Jesus.

Shut up.

Please, don't touch her.

Please! Hey!

She's just a kid.

Vic! Vic!

I just missed.

Any closer, and I'd be looking through
a little hole in your noggin right now.

You'd have more holes in you
than Sponge Bob Square Pants.

I don't want that.

So read my lips.

You do as you're told,
you go inside...

or I'm gonna reunite your daddy
with your mommy.

You understand me?

Good. Go on.

Come here. Oh, my God.
Okay, it's okay.

Now, that everybody's
wide awake...

we dig.

Oh, and that's a...
that's a jackhammer, right?

The guy on the YouTube video
said use that to break up the tiles.

- That true?
- YouTube?

Yeah. Hey.

Say how long is all this shit
gonna take anyway?

I don't know.
Not 'til I get in there.

See what we're dealing with.

Not much for a small talking
chitchat this morning, huh, Brennan?

Shit, I get it.

You're still sore about what happened
back there with your daughter?

What can I say, she just... keeps
getting into trouble, doesn't she?

You can try... but...

You know, I like you, Brennan,
I really do.

I don't wanna hurt you or Jane.

I'm... I'm a family man myself.

In fact you even remind me
of my brother.

Real rugged,
silent type like you,

but he wasn't no blue collar.

No, the man was educated and he
made damn sure everyone knew it, too.

He had this big University
of the State of Texas ring,

he used to flash on my face,

reminding me that
he went to college

and I didn't finish
elementary school.

Anytime Mr. UT wanna shut me up,

he'd just knock on the table with
that ring, go knock, knock, knock.

Well, I guess we know who
the black sheep of the family was.

What'd you say?

I'm just saying
your brother don't strike me

as the type
to hold people hostage in...

- Hmm.
- ...weird houses and make 'em dig up shit.

My brother's dead, asshole.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

No, you're not.

That's just something
people say.

How'd he die?

Conversation's over.

Well, I thought we was
getting to be friends.

You done
getting everything you need?

Yeah.

Oh, baby, look at you,
you got mud all over you.

Could've been worse.

Could've been blood.

You shouldn't have
run off like that, baby girl.

Oh, Victor scared you, huh?

You know,
he wasn't always this violent.

Took a lot of work
to get him like that.

Before I came around,
he was real soft.

He always lettin' his
fancy college educated brother

just walk all over him, run,
run the show.

Little bitch.
I had to toughen my boy up.

You know, you and me, baby,
we ain't that much different.

I lost my mama
when I was little, too.

Let's do make up.

All right, make you less
Little House on the Prairie.

It's sad.

Oh!

Well, fuck me sideways.
You want some?

Well, fuck you then.
It's your loss.

All right, so give me your face.

Stop! I'm working here!

It's important.
Haven't you learned your lesson?

Hold still.

I'll make you pretty.

There we go.

I'm sorry for being rough
on you.

It ain't your fault your
daddy brought you on this job.

At least he loves you enough
to keep you around.

I never knew my daddy.
I only met him...

twice in my life.

Once when I was born
to pay my mama off...

and the second time
to try me out.

No emotional support.

Always looking for love
in all the wrong places.

Used, abused...

...hardened, and angry.

Just a sad, broken bitch.

Maybe I'm making all this
shit up.

Vic can't seem to tell.
He believes everything I say.

But that's just between us
girls, okay?

Okay?

There you go.

All glown up.

You're so fucking cute,
it's gross.

I promise you
when the time comes,

I'll make it quick and painless.

Hey, what the hell you doing
to her?

Do you like it?

You take that crap off
of her face.

- Hey, hey, hey.
- No, she looks perfect.

That's enough
out of both of you, all right?

We're losing time. Let's go.

Huh?

It's the utility
location services.

They come in, mark the lines and
before the excavation crew gets in.

- I'll go get rid of him.
- Oh, no, no, no.

So he can go back to his boss
and tell him

somebody on the property
told him to leave?

No. Can't do that.
All right, I'll fuck in...

All right, listen here, Brennan.

You get out there
and humor him, all right?

Let him do his job
and then show him the door.

- All right?
- Sure.

I'll be in the camper
with your daughter.

Hey, baby, here, I'll be listening
to everything you say right now.

- Okay.
- This shit's fucking hot.

Here we go, down your ear.

- All right.
- All right?

- All right, I got it.
- All right.

Don't try anything stupid.
Listen, he tries to signal for help,

- you shoot him up, all right?
- Okay.

Go on. I'll be in the camper
with your daughter.

Howdy.

Can I help you?

- Good morning. You the home owner?
- No.

No, I'm just,
uh, just working on the property.

- You here to mark the lines?
- Yeah, yeah.

I got to make sure
they're all marked up

before anybody does any digging.

Right.

Well, have at it, yeah.

I mean, that's a good idea.

That's right, we don't want
anybody getting killed.

Where's he going?

I ain't got
all fucking day, Brennan.

Hurry it up.

So, uh...

so you gonna go throughout
the whole property or...

Wherever this thing leads me.

Yup.

That fat
motherfucking piece of shit.

I almost wanna fucking kill him.

Camping out?

Yeah.

I... camp on site,
it saves me the drive.

It's easier than driving in
all the way...

You know, it's...

Good answer, Brennan.

You're the only one out here?

No, I've got my...

Workers are in town.

They're picking up some
supplies, they'll be back in a bit.

Looks like the line's
leading us over here.

Yeah.

This shit's fucking boring me.

- You are a fucking boring...
- Let me clean that up for you.

Motherfuckers, ain't you?

I could never have a real job.

Yeah, so...

Uh...

I ain't got all fucking day,
Brennan.

Hurry up.

You ever get some, uh...

criminal activity out here?

No, sure don't.

Seems like just a place
where anything can happen.

Get him the fuck...

...out of here,
we got a fucking dig!

I'm just thinking, you know,
you never know what...

Nothing around here, pal.

Oh, Daddy thinks
he's getting slick.

- Well, you don't need to get inside, right?
- Hey.

Where's he going, Brennan?

You don't need to go in here,
do you?

It's where the receiver's
leading me.

We're not really working in...
In the house?

He finds that body, he joins it.

Yeah, dammit.

A mistake.

Looks like we're all done here.

So, what do I do if...

In case there's an emergency?

Everything all right, sir?

Yeah.

I was just wondering what to do

in case of an emergency.

You mean if you accidentally
hit a line?

Yeah.

Call the cops right away.

So call...

9-1-1.

Yeah, that's it.

9-1-1, huh?

Fucking 9-1-1.

Like, call the police?

Yeah, that's right.

Brennan?

Here's the...

Here's all the
pertinent information.

You hear me, Brennan?

You take care now.

Yeah.

Oh, fucking police, huh?

Come on!
Come on!

What was all that dial 9-1-1
talk, Brennan, huh?

Dangerous neighborhood, huh?

- Hey, hey, hey!
- Fucking bullshit me.

I told you what I was gonna do
if you fucking bullshit me.

I told you what
I'll fucking do to her, huh.

- He's gone. Hey!
- He... He left.

I'll blow her fucking brains
out right now!

He's gone!
He's gone.

I got rid of him.
What more do you want?

We're on a tight schedule,
get back to fucking work.

Yeah, sure.

Yeah, okay.

Come on, Jane, let's go to work.

Calling the fucking police.

Just fucking try that shit
again, man, I'll fuck you up.

All right.

Ain't you glad
you ain't digging?

They can see us.

Cool your jets, what's the
matter with you?

I'm fine, I'm fucking fine.

Bullshit.

You're twitching
like a crack whore.

Well, I needed it, fuck face.

I hate being in this
stupid-ass shithole.

You think I like being here?

You know, being here brings
back a couple of memories

- I'd rather forget.
- Oh, you'd rather forget?

He tried to kill me.

Yeah, he cut my fucking throat.

Ain't exactly a massage
and a blow job.

Well, what if we do
all this hard labor shit,

and it doesn't end up
working out?

What you mean?

You think you're so smart.

You think you're such
a fucking professional.

What if we dig it up,
and we put it somewhere else

and some new son of a bitch
finds it?

Well, uh... Well, ain't you
a Cassandra now?

You're such a swinging dick.

Why don't you just own up to
what we did, huh?

Tell your daddy the truth.

Of course you won't,

because deep down inside,
you're just a little baby boy.

Right?

Which is why I'm stuck here
cleaning up your mess,

babysitting daddy
and his deaf daughter

when I should be
drinking Mai-Tai's in Cancun.

Okay, no more drugs for you,
young lady.

It's like you're waiting
for them to turn on us.

And that Brennan, he's a dick.

And I'm telling you, baby,
you play around with a dick

long enough, you end up
getting fucked by it.

Watch your mouth, you fucking
janitor-looking-ass bitch.

- Fuck you.
- Fuck you.

You don't know shit.

Settle down, before
we gonna visit the dentist.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too, baby.

It's just...

This dig is taking so long.

What you doing?

Having fun.

- Now?
- Yeah, right now.

- I think they're busy, right?
- Oh, yeah.

- You like that, baby?
- Yeah, yeah.

You're gonna listen
to everything I say?

I'm gonna listen
to everything you say.

Everything?

- Say it.
- Oh, you are the boss.

You'll listen to me from now on?

Oh, whatever you say.

Why are you taking so long?

- Fuck you. Fuck you.
- Oh, yeah.

The longer we dig,
the longer we live.

Squirrel!

Fuck!

Come on. Stay with me. Go, go!

You, fuck yeah.

Wait, did you hear that?

Nope.

Exactly.

Oh, fuck!

Hey, hello? Help!

Help, help, help, help!

This way, this way, this way...

Damn!

I'll go low.

Come on.

Okay, go, go.
All right.

Oh, fuck.

Dammit.

Come on, we gotta keep moving.

Come on!

We got to find a car.

The first fucking car
that comes around.

Hey, help!

Help! Help!

Help!

Help!

What? No.

Oh, no, no, no, no...

Oh, shit.

Hey, you need a ride?

You know, I feel like we got off
on the wrong foot, Brennan.

Please, just... just let us go.

We're not gonna say anything,

not gonna tell anybody
about this.

And you know, I believe you.

I really do,
and I'm gonna let you go.

You got my word,
with that money like I said.

But right now, well, we still
need your particular set of skills

to finish the dig, amigo.

Yeah, come on, Brennan.
Vic might be a lot of things,

but he ain't no liar.

Ain't no liar. Mm-mm.

Come on, baby, load up.

Come on.

Shit!

Oh, shit.

Baby.

All right.

I'm gonna untie you now,

but you gotta get back to work.

That's it?
That's all you're gonna do

after the two of them ran away?

I fucking beat the man,
didn't I?

No, it's her fault. She's the
one that's been conspiring

after we told her not to.

Now what the fuck did you say?

Hey, hey.

Hey. Oh, hey.

Put this in your mouth.

Oh, baby, that's not necessary.

- You know what they say.
- Monsters.

Spare the rod, spoil the child.

No!

- You're a fucking monster.
- Oh, man.

Oh, shit.

Oh, my God.
Fuckin' A.

Wow.

You're a fucking man.

Playtime's over.

Gonna have to get back to work.

Fuck...

Anybody home?

Oh, shit.

Guys?

Wait.

Is everything okay?

Oh, that... that's that kid,
he was a squatter.

He was staying here
in the house.

I told the guy to leave.

Guys?

Guys.

Who's the party crasher?

Well, look, who we've got here.

Jane's got herself a little Romeo
coming out to play John Wayne.

Guys.

He's just a kid.

Man, you look like
a little snack.

Okay, enough.

What, baby, don't be jealous.

I ain't jealous,
I just don't see you need

to be kissing up on fucking
Dennis the Menace over here.

Get down!

Hey, hey, he's a drifter, okay?

He's come and go,
he means nothing.

Please just let me go.

- Oh, yes.
- There's no reason to do this, guys.

Just let the kid go, will you?

Does anyone know
that you're here?

No, nobody knows I'm here.

- Nobody knows, kiddie?
- Well, somebody might.

I mean, he might have talked
to somebody.

Nobody knows.

Well, that's
good. That makes things easier.

Oh! Whoo, shit!

I'm sorry, sweetheart. Looks like
you're gonna have to swipe right

on some other hero to save you.

Might be a little too
soon, but...

- you can do better than him.
- Yeah.

Yeah, he's cute, he just didn't
really have that thing, you know.

Yeah, a pulse.

In all seriousness, Brennan,
this is on you, man.

You two see that, right?

- Huh?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, I see it.
- This death's on you, man.

If you hadn't wasted time
running off,

we would have
gotten what we came here for

and be long gone before little
fucking Tiger Beat came knocking.

You know what we call that?

That's called
a "cosmic epiphany."

Baby, I got goosebumps.

Well, looks like Pablo's got
a little best friend.

Let's take him out back.

Fucking bullshit.

Brennan, you were right.

We would have been lost under this
jungle of dirt and concrete down there.

Ain't you lucky
we spared your life.

You know, Victor, I've been
thinking about this whole thing.

About why us.

Why this place.

- Have you now?
- Yeah.

I figure,
whatever you got down here,

must have been real important for you
to go through all the trouble to bury it.

Yeah, what you put
in the ground,

you expected it to stay
in the ground, didn't you?

That's enough figuring from you.

Why don't you get back to work?

Yeah, you know what?

I want to know.

Hey, hey, don't you worry,
Curious George.

You're gonna find out
soon enough.

Now get back to work.

Jesus, what's that smell?

Just keep digging, Brennan.

Who are we digging up here,
Victor?

What is this, 20 questions?
Just do your job, Daddy.

Oh, shit.

All right, look what I got here.

Wrap these around the front
and the back.

Both of you guys,
wrap the rope around the...

Brennan, you get your daughter to
tie that or I'm gonna take her hand out.

Come on.

All right, you guys,
let's tie them.

Oh, my God.

Your brother.

What can I say, Brennan.

Family matters are, uh...
complicated.

Victor's family has got a way
of handling things.

- Ain't that right, baby?
- Yeah, that's right.

That's good you stand up to
your older brother, Mr. Texas State.

Even when he tries to kill you,
steal your girl, and the money.

Oh, wait a minute, baby.

I thought you said
that he tried to kill you?

Yeah, he did, baby, both of us.

You gonna believe her, Victor?

I mean, there's a lot of money
in them walls,

and I'm willing to bet...

there's a lot more in there.

She don't
seem like the sharing type.

Hey, story time's over.

Don't you worry
about our demons, Brennan.

Come on, old man,
you got your own haunting you.

I tell you what,
I ain't got nothing like that.

What about your dead wife?

Yeah.

- Oh.
- You know...

everybody's a killer
if they get the chance.

All right.

Oh.

Fuck, Billy.

He looks small.

Fuck, Billy smells like shit.

Hey, that's my brother
you're talking about.

All right.

We got four hour till daylight.

Which means we got, like, eight
hours until the excavation crew gets here.

Which leaves us just enough
time to dispose of Billy

and Pablo and Tiger Beat.

Yeah, but what about...

Not them right now, 'cause we
need to leave this place empty.

I don't wanna carry
all them bodies on my own.

So, we'll just lock them up
until we're ready to leave.

No.

That's bullshit.
I'm doing it right now.

You gonna make me carry
five fucking bodies on my own?

Why are you being
so fucking lazy?

I'm just saying it's a lot
of fucking bodies, is all.

I'm doing it right fucking now.

All right,
time to do more chores.

Let's go.

Single file.

I said fucking go!

Whoa. Yeah, okay, okay.

Got a lot more work to do.

Uh...

All right.

Get down.
All right, Daddy,

I'm gonna give you a choice.

You can watch little miss
angel face die first...

or I can put you out
of your pathetic misery.

Hmm.

Get your dirty hands off my kid.

Why don't you shut the fuck up?

- Hey, baby.
- What?

Can I borrow you for a second?

Jesus fucking Christ.

This dumb-ass.

- Hey.
- What?

So, sweetheart,
Brennan got me thinking...

maybe he awakened a rather
long held suspicion I've had,

maybe Billy wasn't trying
to "kill" you.

Maybe the two of you alone
in that room with all that money

- gave you ideas?
- Oh,

so now you're gonna listen
to complete strangers.

Did he try to kill you, Lola?

It don't matter anymore, baby.

Shit. I killed my brother,

so I'd say it's sort of
kind of maybe fucking matters!

Now, the shit ain't
paranoia if the shit is true.

Now, I'm gonna ask you something

and I'mma only
ask you once, okay?

Did you fuck my brother?

...to forgive each other...

and ourselves.

Hell, I fucked your daddy, too.

- God, I fucking knew it!
- That money was mine.

My body earned it.

Your brother was a dickwad
and your daddy don't love you,

hell, he put
a fucking hit on you.

I saved you from your brother.
You should be thanking me.

Baby...

I just say it like it is.

Fuck my brother
and then get me to kill him,

you fucking bitch!

That's why I fucking love you!

You're the smartest
fucking woman I know.

- Bitch, you gonna marry me.
- Yeah. I'll marry you.

Lola.

Lola.

Let's get the hell out of here.

Oh... Brennan!

Brennan!

Run.
Run, run, run!

Man, you got a good shot, huh?

- Holy shit, Brennan.
- Jane!

Jane!

Fucking does that hurt?

- Jane!
- Oh, I don't like doing this.

You think I enjoy this shit?

You wanna fucking die
right now, fucking motherfucker?

Please, stop. Stop.

- You get off my kid!
- You, motherfucker!

- Oh, you're in pain, aren't you?
- Don't touch her!

You're in fucking pain.

Just where do you think
you're going, sweet cheeks?

Show her a fucking good time.

Show her a little
fucking discipline.

What the fuck you doing, bitch?

You're about to fuck...

Fucking brat. Teach her some
fucking. manners.

Baby?

Baby?

Oh, shit.

- Come on. Come on. Go.
- Oh, shit.

Oh, no, baby.

You fucks!

Oh, baby. Oh!

Okay, okay, get in.

Oh, baby.

No, you fucking bitch.

Go, go. Go.

Oh, God. Thank God.

Okay.

Damn it.

Fuck!

Fuck!

I'm gonna take your heart
out of your fucking body.

Going to tear you!

Shit! Fucking bitch,
you're next.

Fuck you! I'm gonna
fuck you up right now, bitch!

We're gonna start a family
together, I'll be gentle.

Dad!

Princess.

Oh, honey.

Oh, baby, it's all right.

It's done, it's over.

It's over, sweetie.

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

I love you.

Oh, honey.

Honey...

I love you too.

You okay?

You're all right, it's okay.

No more driving for you tonight,
little lady.

Let's go home, squirrel.