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will you? Come on.

- She's sensitive like her mom, okay?

- Her mom was a f***ing whore.

This is true. I never really did like

that f***er anyways.

F*** her, though.

There's plenty of fish in the sea.

Family first, right?

And don't you forget it, okay?

Come here.

Do me a favour.

Get rid of this guy.

Let me know when you do it,

and I'll make sure everything's clear

on my end, okay?

F***in' A, I'll take care of it

before lunch.

Okay.

I'm gonna enjoy it, too.

Wake up, cowboy!

Hey.

GI Joe's up!

Devil's work is never done.

I went through your sh*t last night.

You have a lot of military

sh*t up in here.

What, are you like an MP or something?

A real bad ass?

I don't give two shits

who the f*** you are,

'cause I'm still gonna chop you up

and feed you to the animals

in the back woods.

You know what really gets me?

Really f***ing gets me... is...

in all that sh*t...

there was this.

A lipstick canister, and I'm like,

why would he have a lipstick canister?

Oh, maybe he's a homo.

You know what? I'm gonna paint your lips,

because you're a f***ing homo.

Except it ain't f***ing lipstick,

it's this. What the f*** is this?

God, jeez...

Oh, no, try the knots, man.

Yeah, I'm an excellent knots tier.

I was a Boy Scout.

In fact, I got my knot-tying

badge right here.

Oh, you a tough motherf***er, ain't you?

Wrong time, wrong place.

Ain't your lucky day, sh*t happens!

I mean, what... so you got $300,

no phone, no ID,

and in your trunk, no suitcase,

just a bunch of clothes.

And you still haven't f***ing told me

how you got Junior's car!

Goddamn it!

Answer him!

Look, it ain't hard to tell

that you're a f***ing Marine, okay?

But what gets me f***ing rock hard,

is this right here.

Why the f*** do you have

a Banco de "Mal-dives" card?

- "Maldeeves".

- What the f*** is a Maldives?

You know what?

F*** you, whoever the f*** you are,

you are f***ing dead!

- You got the wrong guy.

- Yeah.

I'm gonna find out

what the f*** this is.

You f*** with that, you inbred

piece of sh*t, they'll f***ing find you.

Go and f***ing get Junior,

and tell him we found his car.

And tell him to bring his f***ing chainsaw,

because as much as I love torturing a fool,

I got too much sh*t to do.

And put up the f***ing

no vacancy sign, okay? Go!

Okay.

And cover up that f***ing eye!

I f***ing told you that already!

Stupid f***ing b*tch.

Hey, Cap.

Look at you. You look good, honey.

- Thank you.

- Really, really well.

Thank you.

Is it the hair?

Maybe the lifestyle suits you better.

I like to think so.

- I thought you quit.

- Well, I did... for a day.

Conrad?

Soon.

- What do you need done?

- An exit.

- You got it.

- Here he is.

Good morning, sorry I'm late.

Thought you'd be earlier.

- Who is this?

- Detective Adams, LAPD.

He seems to think I'm hiding

an ex-boyfriend or something on the boat.

- Just doing my job.

- You have a warrant, Detective?

No, I don't, but it's like that vampire

rule, if you invite me on, it's legal.

It's up to you, Cap.

Well, make it quick. Me and this

little lady have some catching up to do.

- I'll be just a minute.

- Help yourself.

- You okay?

- I'll be better in 24 hours.

Hans!

Hans!

Hi, sorry to bother you, folks.

Has either of you seen

a little Rottweiler,

- black fur, ugly little sh*t.

- Sorry, no.

- Yeah, Adams.

- Hey, I got the results back.

There were no fingerprints

on that picture you gave me.

And there's video showing Conrad

using force on a man at a gas station.

- Then he stole the man's car.

- You gotta be kidding me.

It's an '86 White Trans Am,

I'll send you the plates.

It's not adding up.

I've been trying to figure

this one out, too.

You get a location?

Yeah, I'll text you what I have.

Be careful.

It's my girlfriend's dog.

Every day, it's the same sh*t. I put the dog

on the leash, the dog gets off the leash.

I have to find the dog, put the dog

back on the leash. I'm sick of this sh*t.

But the things you do for love, right?

And that ass.

Not the dog's ass, my girlfriend's ass.

I'll walk a dog for that ass.

Well, anyway, thanks... thanks a lot.

You said Reyes Creek?

- Thanks.

- What's happening?

It seems like your boyfriend

went on a war path,

stole a car,

beat the sh*t out of some guy.

They ran the plates,

30 miles outside of Reyes Creek.

I'm coming with you.

Maybe you can be a voice of reason.

Hope you know what you're doing, kid.

Sh*t.

- This is Laura, leave a message.

- Sh*t.

Turn your phone on, L.

Cleaner on your six.

The guy looking for his f***ing dog.

There's no turning back now.

Nowhere is safe.

- There he is, there he is.

- Fellas, not now.

Give me the keys, motherf***er!

I told you, not now.

There's no turning back now,

nowhere is safe.

Don't worry, everything's

gonna be okay, all right?

Hey, I think Conrad

will be happy to see you.

Who was that on the phone?

Sam, she wanted to have drinks tonight.

- You young girls love to party.

- Yeah.

I don't f***ing believe this.

Because you're a dumb f***, that's why.

Oh, I'm gonna love

slicing this b*tch up.

Karma sucks!

My b*tches do not leave me.

- That right?

- They're f***ing mine!

You don't have to be

a part of this, Amanda.

Sorry. Junior, you heard

what Tony said, right?

- You don't have to do what Tony says, okay?

- Amanda does what she's told!

Go, get the f*** out of here now!

Bad idea, man.

Motherf***er!

Where are you going?

You just killed my crew.

Put the bag down.

I should have done this

the moment I laid eyes on you.

Yeah, you should have.

Where the f*** is the bank card?

- F*** you!

- F*** me?

Last f***ing chance.

It's in the office!

It's in the f***ing office!

Now that wasn't so f***ing hard, was it?

Now come on, let's go!

Move!

- Oh, God!

- Hey, hey, how's this feel?

No, no! F***ing shoot me!

Get the f*** up! Get up! Get up!

- Goddamn it!

- Move! Move!

Where is it?

- Goddamn it! F***!

- Where is it?

Thank you.

On your knees.

On your f***ing knees. Now!

Let him go!

Now!

- Don't do this for him.

- I'll f***ing do it.

He f***ing beat you.

He hurt you, just leave.

- I can't.

- Yeah, you can.

It's over, you don't have

to be afraid anymore.

What are you waiting for?

Shoot this piece of sh*t!

You're worth more than this.

What are you talking about?

I give you everything!

No... no, no, you don't.

You treat me like sh*t.

Goddamn it. Look, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, baby, okay? But I love you!

I can't... I can't do this

anymore, I can't.

- I can't!

- You stupid, f***ing c*nt!

No!

You f***ing piece of sh*t.

Hey, hey, come on, it's okay,

it's okay, it's okay.

- Don't hurt me, please.

- I'm not here to hurt you. Turn around.

Right here, this way.

It's okay.

- Here.

- What for?

For you... take it.

It's okay, just get 'em out of here.

Come on.

It's okay, I'm not gonna... I'm not gonna

hurt you. I'm not gonna hurt you.

Come on, turn around.

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