(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRUNTING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(GROANING)
(GRUNTING)
You're dipping your shoulder
before you throw the right.
The hell I am.
When's tip-off?
At 8:00.
We should pregame.
That place is a ripoff. I'm not
spending eight bucks on a beer.
I got a shift in the morning, so we
should probably take it easy tonight.
LUKE: Yeah, right.
(GROANS)
JAKE: Where are the seats?
- LUKE: (GRUNTS) Ain't courtside.
- Nosebleeds, then?
I was your CO. We did
two tours together.
Hell, I took
a bullet for you.
You've got to know
me better than that.
There.
You did it again.
LUKE: There's that place
over on Franklin.
Three-dollar draft,
pretty decent wings.
That place is a dump.
Okay, well, I'm not swimming
in EMT money, all right?
My job at the VA
barely covers my tab.
I'm telling you, you're
tipping your strikes.
I can see them
coming a mile away.
- Yeah.
- See that one?
Nope.
- You still hit like a girl.
- Nothing wrong with that.
You done?
I'm not the one
getting my ass kicked.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
I taught you that.
I know.
All right,
come on.
- We're gonna be late.
- Coffee's on you.
What else is new?
RADIO HOST:
Good morning, Portland.
We start the hour with an update
from the Horace Hayes trial. Kelly?
KELLY: Yes,
good morning, Tom.
Well, there certainly is a
nervous energy in the air today
with closing arguments being
read in the Horace Hayes trial
with deliberations
set to begin this afternoon.
While many members of the
community fear another hung jury
and the possibility
of Hayes walking free,
the prosecution
certainly seemed confident
as they convened
in the hallway.
TOM: And any updates on the rest
of the alleged Irish crime family?
KELLY: Yes, I pressed
the District Attorney...
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
- Hey.
- GIRL: Yo. When's your dad back?
I don't know. Whenever
they reach a verdict.
So you've got the house to
yourself tomorrow night?
Yeah. But, no,
not gonna happen.
- What?
- You know what.
- I'm not having people over.
- Why not?
We've got finals
next week, for one.
What if I invited Andrew?
- My dad will kill me.
- He'll never know.
That's not the point.
We'll keep it low-key.
Okay, fine, but just
a couple of people.
That's it.
I'm serious.
Yes.
(LAUGHING)
I'll see you at practice.
Can I help you?
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
Get in the car,
Sarah.
How do you know
my name?
Circle around!
(PANTING)
Where the fuck
did she go?
That way. Go!
(GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
WOMAN: Come on, Sarah.
We're not gonna
hurt you.
(GRUNTING)
Sarah.
Sarah.
Sarah.
- (TWIG SNAPS)
- (GASPS)
I got her, Maddy!
Get off me! (GRUNTS)
You should have
got in the car.
(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)
(SOBS) What do you
want from me?
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Put him on.
Someone wants
to say hi.
- Sarah!
- (SOBBING) Dad!
Oh, my God!
Sarah.
Dad!
Patrick, your daughter's
gonna be fine.
We just need to talk
about my father's trial.
What do you want
from me?
You hang the jury,
or we'll hang
your girl.
Get her in the car.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(ROCK MUSIC
PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)
LUKE: Thanks for coming out
with me today, man.
- I appreciate it.
- No worries.
It wasn't like it was
my day off or anything.
Come on, might as well get out
and help a few people out.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Happy to help.
I just didn't know
the ODVA made house calls.
Normally, we don't.
Usually, they have got me sitting
behind a desk, filing claims.
I can't stand being
in the office.
But, every now and then,
they let me get out,
make a few rounds,
check in on some Vets.
I'm good with people.
- So who we checking on today?
- Tommy.
Nam Vet,
won a Purple Heart.
Squatting in this
building for two years.
Can't seem to
get him out.
Does he have
any family?
No, not anymore. I got a place
set up for him and everything,
but I can't get
through to him.
What makes you think
he's gonna listen to me?
Remember a kid
named Robert Walker,
served with you
in Afghanistan?
Yeah, Robbie, sniper
attached to our unit.
KIA by a roadside just
outside of Kabul. Why?
This is his father.
JAKE: This place
looks like a war zone.
LUKE: Wait till you see
the inside.
Oh, and heads-up
about Graham.
He's a little touchy,
but he's all right.
Works for the landlord.
You're late!
I've been waiting
out here for an hour.
It's nice to see
you, too, Graham.
Fuck you.
Seems nice.
People actually
live out here?
Oh, yeah, this place is
a squatter's paradise.
Nobody tells them what to do, and
they get the run of the land.
Middle of nowhere.
Yep. Tommy likes
living off the grid.
What's in the bag?
Just a little
care package.
Bread, Ding Dongs,
stuff like that.
Who's this guy?
My buddy Jake.
He's helping me out today.
How you doing?
Huh? Terrible.
I said I'd help,
but I don't like sitting
around all day.
Take it easy,
Graham.
- We're gonna be in and out.
- All right.
Let's get it over with.
Place gives me the creeps.
Yeah, I'm surprised they let you
out here all by yourself today.
Huh? Oh.
I'm not worried.
(CHUCKLES)
- Got a permit for that thing?
- GRAHAM: Of course.
- Got it last week.
- JAKE: Better hope you never need it.
Better to have one
and not need it
- than not to have one...
- Look, Graham, do us a favor.
Keep it in your
pants, all right?
I don't want you shooting
me in an accident.
(LOCKS CLICKING)
Oh.
Smells great in here.
Man, it's usually like
a hobo hotel in this place.
Where is everybody?
No clue.
Say, Graham, when's the last
time you were out here?
A couple of months ago.
The last time
I let you in.
JAKE: Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Well, it looks like somebody cleared
the place and kicked everybody out.
Uh-huh. Maybe they all got jobs.
(CHUCKLES)
You can see
they left in a hurry.
Didn't even
finish their dinner.
Well, it wasn't us. You know
it's not worth the trouble.
We clear them out. They come back.
Clear them out.
They come back
like a pack of strays.
They're human beings.
- Yeah. (LAUGHING) Right!
- Hey.
If you don't care about these people,
then why are you still here?
We're big boys.
We'll be all right.
No, no, that's not how it works.
I let you in.
I let you out.
You know, we don't
need a lawsuit...
Look, you two,
cut it out.
All right?
We're on the same team.
- JAKE: Are we sure he's still here?
- I hope so.
He holes up in a store
room in the back.
How'd you find this guy
in the first place?
Graham called it in.
He may be an asshole,
but he's not a monster.
- Thank you.
- (OBJECT CLATTERS)
Easy there, Rambo.
It's a raccoon.
Graham, what did I say?
That thing isn't a toy.
- No, but I thought...
- Look.
You pull the piece again,
I'm gonna make you eat it.
- Do we understand each other?
- Yeah, yeah, I got it.
(CHUCKLES)
Tommy, open up!
Tommy,
it's Luke.
Come on, Tommy.
All right,
we're coming in.
Hope you're decent.
Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa!
You ain't coming
inside of nothing.
This is my home.
That's fine.
Just take it easy.
TOMMY: I already told
you, I ain't going.
You hear me?
I ain't going.
- You got something to say to me?
- No, no, no.
Not me. You can stay here
for as long as you like.
Tommy, look, I don't know
what you're talking about.
It's me, Luke, from the VA.
We spoke last month.
I'm still not leaving.
That's fine. Why don't you
just put that thing down?
Okay? Please?
(WHISPERS) Put it down.
It ain't even loaded.
Then maybe you shouldn't go pointing
it at people's faces, then.
This is America,
ain't it?
I just wanted to check and
see how you were doing.
I brought you
some food.
- Who the hell are you?
- I'm Jake Carter.
Is that supposed to mean
something to me?
(SIGHS)
I served with your son
in Afghanistan.
Robbie?
He was attached
to my unit.
Oh.
He was a good boy.
He was a good Marine.
They brought him
home in a box!
LUKE: Look, Tommy,
why don't we sit down
for a second and talk.
No, I don't think so.
Come on, man. We're
just trying to help.
You can't help.
No one can help me.
- Tommy...
- Just leave me be.
I've asked you twice.
I won't ask you again.
(LOCKS CLICK)
That went well.
- Well, at least he didn't shoot us.
- Yeah.
That's a plus.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Oh, uh, yeah, I gotta take this.
Okay, come on. Time's up.
Let's go.
Come on. Yeah,
I'll catch up with you.
Hi.
(LAUGHING) Yeah, this is he.
Great.
You all right?
Yeah, I just thought we
had him for a second.
- Can't save everyone, brother.
- We can try.
"No man left behind," right?
That's what they taught us.
We're not at war
anymore, man.
He's still
a Marine.
- (SARAH SCREAMS)
- (MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
What's upstairs?
Uh, old office space.
They usually don't squat upstairs
'cause the ceiling is leaking.
All right,
let's go.
Yeah. Listen...
(WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Yeah, send them over,
and then I can...
I'll print them off.
I'm sure... Yeah, we can
come up with a deal
that's gonna be advantageous
for the both of us.
That's gonna be...
That's gonna be great.
Where do you
wanna start?
(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
Hey.
Is everything
all right in there?
MADDY: Quiet.
Come on. We know you're in there.
We can hear you.
JAKE: We just wanna make sure
everybody's all right.
What do you think?
Maybe Graham's
got a key?
SARAH: Help!
MADDY: Do that again,
and I'll kill you.
You're up.
(GRUNTING)
Figures.
Can I help you?
You know what?
We can see you all
are eating dinner.
We're interrupting,
so we're gonna...
Are you okay?
She's fine. Just a
little disagreement.
I'd like to hear it from
her, if you don't mind.
MADDY: Why not?
Tell him,
Sarah.
I'm fine.
See? She's fine.
Maybe we should call the police,
let them sort this out?
Oh, that won't be
necessary.
I insist.
(COCKS GUN)
There's no need for
the police, Jake.
Maybe we should just
be on our way.
- Unbelievable.
- Move.
- Take it easy. All right!
- Just stay calm.
MADDY: Hey.
You won't be
needing this.
Search them.
(BOTH GRUNT)
(SOBBING)
Now, let's see who we're
dealing with here.
"Luke Trapper,
Veteran Affairs."
Oh, how
noble of you.
"Jake Carter, EMT."
And would you look at that?
Both of you are soldiers.
How cute.
Marines.
MADDY: (LAUGHING) Marines.
Is that why you're out
here kicking down doors?
- Trying to relive your glory days?
- Something like that.
Well, you jumped the gun on
this one, didn't you, chap?
You guys ready? I wanna
get out of here before...
- Don't move!
- JAKE: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Graham, put that
thing away.
- You're gonna get us all killed.
- (WHIMPERING)
Listen to your
friend, okay?
I said
don't move.
Just let them
go, please.
That ship has sailed, Sarah. You
should have kept your mouth shut.
Have you ever shot
that gun before?
Stop, okay?
'Cause it's got
one hell of a kick.
- Stop talking.
- MADDY: Plus,
you left
the safety on.
- (GRUNTS)
- (GASPS)
(SCREAMING)
(GROANING)
Luke!
(MEN GRUNTING)
(GRUNTING)
Move it!
- What was that, Jake?
- No clue.
Shit, we're trapped in here.
- Are you all right?
- No, no, no.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Look at me.
Look at me.
- They're gonna kill us.
- No, they're not.
We're not gonna let that
happen, are we, Luke?
- (BANGING ON DOOR)
- Probably not.
Come on!
- What's your name?
- Sarah.
All right, Sarah. We're
gonna get you out of here.
You believe me, right?
(MEN GRUNTING)
- Yes.
- Then say it.
You're gonna get me out of here.
- That's right.
- How?
Still working
on that.
(STRAINING) A little
help over here.
- (GRUNTS)
- (SCREAMING)
- Never mind. We're good.
- (ALL PANTING)
- (GUNSHOT)
- Oh, shit!
Come on. Come here. Come here.
Get it over here. Get it over...
- What?
- We need her alive.
- Yeah, I know that.
- Then why are you shooting at them?
He broke John's hand.
MADDY: I don't care
about John's hand.
No more guns.
We can't risk hitting the girl.
Understood?
Whatever you say,
Maddy.
Call my brother. Tell
him to bring the boys.
Until my father's verdict is in...
(GRUNTS)
We can't take
any chances.
What about them?
Guard the door.
It's a dead end.
- They're not going anywhere.
- Let's go!
Here.
Happy birthday.
(COCKS GUN)
(SOBBING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
LAWYER: Ladies and
gentlemen of the jury,
you have witnessed iron clad
proof of Horace Hayes' guilt.
We have indisputable scientific
evidence on a murder weapon,
and CCTV images from
the night of March 4th
showing Horace Hayes and his
associates entering the building
where three of Portland's finest
police officers were slain,
men with families
and children.
And beyond that,
we have unveiled
an extremely dangerous
head of a crime family
with a far reach
across America.
To truly kill a snake,
you must cut off its head.
Now, go do what's right.
Thank you, Your Honor.
(SIGHS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(RETCHES)
(COUGHING)
- (TOILET FLUSHES)
- (SIGHS)
- (DOOR OPENS)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (DOOR CLOSES)
- (FOOTSTEPS)
- Hey.
- Hey.
(WATER RUNNING)
Can you believe we're even
supposed to deliberate this shit?
As if some asshole isn't
gonna find this guy guilty.
- Wait. Wait, Ben.
- Yeah.
No, nothing.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
BEN: Okay, deliberation,
room three. Let's go.
It's too high. Got to
find a way out of here.
I'm working on it.
JAKE: We got company.
LUKE: Squad or platoon?
Looks like
the whole division.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hey, Sarah, you mind telling us
what these people want with you?
My father's a juror on
the Horace Hayes trial.
They want a mistrial. They're
using me as leverage.
The Hayes family?
Yeah.
This just keeps getting
better and better.
MAN 1: Yo, we're here.
MAN 2: Hey, Oscar, we got two
Marines trapped up here.
Clear the rest
of the building.
No one should be here
except for you guys.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hey.
Scout out
the building.
Make sure there isn't any more
Marines wandering around.
What are you
talking about?
Just do it.
(SOFTLY) Marines?
(DOOR CREAKING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(DISTANT KNOCKING)
All right, stand back. Wait
till we give the "all clear."
Wait. Where
are you going?
You're up.
(YELLING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
I'm going to
kick your ass, man!
Maddy!
They're over here!
(GRUNTING)
Over here!
(ALL GRUNTING)
You good?
(PANTING)
Yeah.
We need a phone.
Ah. Got one.
Uh, passcode.
- Come on.
- Don't lock it out.
You can make an emergency
call from the lock screen.
- I don't see it.
- SARAH: Here. Give it to me.
- He must have blocked it.
- Mine, too.
We've got to
keep moving.
- (SARAH YELPS)
- Hey.
(SARAH SCREAMING)
I'm taking the girl.
And you're dead.
(GUNSHOT)
I owe you one.
- Two, by my count.
- Two?
Ramadi, '06.
- I had that guy.
- The hell you did.
Give me a hand.
We need to get
to the truck.
- Okay. Come on.
- (GRUNTING)
Keep your head down
and keep swinging.
Wait. We can't just go charging
out there like Leeroy Jenkins.
We need a plan.
Leeroy who?
Doesn't matter. They know where we are.
They'll be waiting for us.
Then we'll just
go through them.
I'm sure you guys are probably, like,
the baddest guys at the bar and all,
but they have guns.
We have a hammer.
Look, the longer we sit here, the
more of them there are gonna be.
We either keep
moving, or we die.
I'm not going
out there.
He's right. We've got to keep moving.
It's the only way.
MAN: Keep looking.
Next room.
Maybe it's not.
- Where does this lead?
- The grain room.
Lock it down. No one
in, no one out.
- Go.
- Get the guys.
MAN: Lock this mother down!
(MEN SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)
Come on.
(GRUNTING)
SARAH: We're running
out of time.
MAN: (DISTANTLY) Grain room's this way.
They've got nowhere to go.
Luke, hurry.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Ready or not,
soldier boys!
(GRUNTS)
(CLATTERING IN DISTANCE)
(DISTANT THUD)
How far down?
Far.
You know where
it lets out?
There's only one
way to find out.
MAN: Last chance, Marines.
What's it gonna be, huh?
Easy way or the hard way?
(GRUNTING)
JAKE: There's about 10 feet
diagonal, followed by a long drop.
Keep yourself wedged,
and take it slowly.
(MAN SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)
Get in there.
Come on. Come on.
All right, come on.
You're up. Let's go.
Yup.
Take it easy.
You can do it.
(GRUNTING)
LUKE: You can do it, Sarah.
(GRUNTS)
LUKE: Easy. Easy, Sarah.
You're doing great.
Slowly.
Just go.
- LUKE: You're doing great, Sarah.
- (EXHALES)
(MAN GRUNTING)
SARAH: We have to hurry.
JAKE: Not too fast.
Keep pressed into the sides.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(YELPS)
JAKE: Sarah, you can do this.
- Keep calm. Nice and slow.
- (GRUNTS)
(SCREAMING)
Oh, shit.
(CONTINUES SCREAMING)
(JAKE GROANS)
Jake?
(BOTH SCREAMING)
LUKE: Jake!
- Jake!
- (SCREAMING CONTINUES)
Jake?
(DOOR THUDS)
JAKE: We're good!
(BOTH PANTING)
- SARAH: I slipped.
- You think?
Sorry.
(GRUNTS)
(WHISTLING)
(GRUNTING)
(WHISTLES)
MAN: Get up, man.
(GROANS)
(DISTANT THUDDING)
(SNAPPING FINGERS)
(GRUNTING)
Hey, leatherneck,
catch!
Oh, shit.
(THUDDING)
(GRUNTS)
SARAH: Let's go, let's go.
(LAUGHING)
(GROANS)
(SARAH GRUNTS)
(BOTH GRUNT)
- (GRUNTS)
- (THUDDING)
(SCREAMING)
(CONTINUES SCREAMING)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
Luke! Are you all right?
(LUKE GROANING)
LUKE: Nope.
Not at all.
- Oh! Is it deep?
- Yeah.
- You should've caught me.
- I didn't have time.
You caught her.
(GROANS) Jeez...
Leave that be. Luke,
it's better where it is.
That's easy
for you to say.
(CONTINUES GROANING)
- Yeah, I really wouldn't do that.
- Don't.
(SCREAMING)
I think I'm gonna throw up.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
You're a stubborn son of
a bitch, you know that?
Could you hand me that? I need
to try to stop the bleeding.
(LUKE CONTINUES GROANING)
(GROANS)
(MAN LAUGHING)
MAN: Hey, soldier boys,
we're coming for you.
I'm gonna kill that guy.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(DISTANT THUDDING)
(JAKE GRUNTING)
(SARAH GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
It's that way.
All right, well,
it's not that bad.
MAN: Yo.
- I thought you finished that guy.
- So did I.
Look, just give us the girl,
and you two can walk away.
That's not
gonna happen.
You just met her. You
can't be that attached.
I guess we're
gonna find out.
Round two.
I got this one. You get
beefcake over there.
(JAKE YELLING)
(ALL GRUNTING)
(CHOKING)
- (GRUNTS)
- (BONES CRACK)
(ALL GRUNTING)
- (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
- (GROANING)
(GRUNTING)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
SARAH: No!
Get off!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(LUKE GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS)
(MAN SCREAMING)
(CONTINUES SCREAMING)
(CONTINUES SCREAMING)
Stop screaming.
- (GRUNTS)
- (GROANING)
(PANTING)
- I got three.
- So did I. I had the big one.
(COUGHS) Horseshit. This
guy had a cattle prod.
Thanks, Graham.
- Come on.
- (GROANING)
JAKE: This way.
- It's chained shut.
- Let the big bull charge.
You shouldn't be slamming
that shoulder into anything.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You know, why don't you
let me worry about that?
We need to stop
the bleeding.
Well, then, buddy, why don't
you drop me by the old CASEVAC
on the way
out of here?
Are you guys serious?
- (THUDDING)
- (LUKE GASPS)
(GUN COCKS)
I thought that thing
wasn't loaded.
It is now.
We need
your help.
Funny how
that works.
Please.
All right,
come on now.
(GROANING)
Maddy and her brother kicked
everyone out of here last week.
LUKE: And they
just let you stay?
Yeah. I guess I'm
one stubborn SOB.
Oh, you're telling me.
Do you have a first aid kit?
I need gauze, disinfectant,
whatever you got.
Son, I don't even
got electricity.
- Where did you...
- Hey, don't touch my stuff.
Seriously, though, where'd
you find all this?
Goodwill, garbage
cans, dumpsters.
Why'd you
save it all?
Well, it don't seem right
throwing it all away.
People die
for that flag.
(LUKE BREATHING HEAVILY)
- How does it look?
- You might have nicked the thoracic.
There's too much blood.
I can't be sure.
We need a hospital.
- That isn't an option.
- Luke, I'm serious.
This is bad. For once in your
life, just listen to me.
You could bleed out.
Remember Helmand, '09?
No more stories, Luke. We don't have time.
I've got to think.
We got cut off, pinned down.
The exit road out.
- Slick Willy, he took one in the gut.
- Yeah, I remember.
It was something,
huh?
Field cook?
Bingo.
Can you spare
a round?
Man, just dump the whole thing in there.
I don't want to have to do this twice.
JAKE: I'm trying to
minimize the damage.
So this actually works?
Sometimes.
- SARAH: And is it safe?
- JAKE: Oh, I didn't say that.
How are you two
still alive?
Good question.
For the pain.
I don't like
to drink alone.
You don't got
to ask me twice.
To Robbie.
Yeah. All right.
To Robbie.
(EXHALES)
All right,
light me up, Doc.
(LIGHTER CLICKS)
- You ready for this?
- No, but do it anyway.
- (SCREAMING)
- (GASPS)
We'll find them, Maddy.
(PANTING)
Excuse me?
I said, we'll find them,
make them pay.
But, uh, you've already
found them. Yeah.
Twice, by my count.
You told us
not to use guns.
I did say that,
didn't I?
We could've stopped it. We could've...
(GRUNTS)
You shouldn't
need guns.
Maddy, wait...
- (STABS)
- (GROANS)
- Where were you?
- (CHUCKLES)
Securing the exits.
Like you asked.
- They got out.
- They didn't.
(SHOUTS)
Then where are they?
(CHUCKLES)
(INHALES SHARPLY)
Just make sure you
have a clear shot.
I wouldn't want you
to end up like Rooney.
- I'll kill them myself.
- She lives. They die.
- Yeah.
- Good.
Now, get out
of here.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DOOR CLOSES)
What are you
looking at?
(GROANS)
I told you
it would work.
You're gonna need antibiotics
when we get out of here.
Still got a couple left over
from that ear infection.
- I'll take them when I get home.
- No.
You need a real doctor,
real medicine.
Just promise me
you'll go to the hospital.
- All right, relax.
- And now we're even.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, this takes care
of saving your life upstairs.
You still owe me
for these two.
How could I forget?
Now, could you put something
on so we can get out of here?
Well, this is
all I got.
SARAH: Oh, nice
T-shirt, Grandma.
Don't let me die
in this thing.
We're not
dying in here.
Is there a back way out of this place?
Something that they don't know about?
There's some old tunnels
that lead down to the docks.
JAKE: Where's the entrance?
There's a dead phone
in the loading bay.
But, hey, I don't know what
shape the tunnels are in.
What do you think?
Better than
staying in here.
Can you take us there?
One more patrol
ain't gonna hurt me.
Let's just hope it doesn't
turn into a combat mission.
TOMMY: We'll need these.
Now...
(EXCLAIMS AGGRESSIVELY)
Fall in, men.
Stay together.
Keep close.
LUKE: Hey, Tommy,
how come you never let me
get you out of this place?
Huh. I made my own bed. I'm
man enough to lie in it.
You're even more
stubborn than I am.
(MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
Hey.
You guys check
the old man's room.
You, stick with me.
I don't see him.
It's all clear.
SARAH: Wait.
(SHUSHING)
- (RAT SQUEAKING)
- (GASPS)
(CLATTERING)
(WHISPERING) Maybe
they didn't hear us.
Oops.
Run!
Don't hit the girl!
(GRUNTS)
(MEN GRUNTING)
MAN: Get this off me.
(GUNSHOT)
LUKE: Over here!
Luke, come on.
They're right on our tail. Just
gonna slow them down a bit.
TOMMY: We've got a problem.
That's the entrance
to the tunnels.
Don't tell me that.
- The car is right on top of it.
- Of course it is.
Put it in neutral.
- MAN 1: Get up!
- MAN 2: Go. Move it.
Let's go!
(SARAH GRUNTS)
You up for this,
old man?
Shut up and push.
(GRUNTS)
(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
Incoming!
(GROANS)
- (GRUNTING) Is it in neutral?
- I don't know.
- What do you mean, you don't know?
- I drive a Prius.
I'm gonna die in this shirt.
Hit the clutch.
- Which one's the...
- The left one.
(GROANS)
JAKE: Sarah, get out.
Let's go!
Out the side. Out the side.
- A little help over here.
- Working on it.
I got him.
(GROANS)
(SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS)
Keep your head down.
She made it.
Get ready to move.
- Now!
- (GRUNTS)
How many are there?
Two!
No, five.
Where are you going?
I've got one left.
I'm out.
MAN: Move forward!
Luke!
(JAKE GRUNTS)
Run!
(CLANGING)
Please work.
(GRUNTS)
(SCREAMING)
(PANTING)
(LUKE PANTING)
- You see that?
- Hard to miss.
Tommy!
LUKE: Okay, okay.
Tommy, come here.
(TOMMY GROANING)
Hang in there, buddy.
Hang in there, okay?
You're gonna be all right.
Just keep breathing.
Don't lie to me, kid.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
I know a kill shot
when I see it.
Come on.
I've seen worse.
Yeah, I'm a dead man.
(SOBS)
We just need to get
you out of here.
No, no, no.
I'm fine
right here.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
Take this for me.
It was Robbie's.
Now,
finish your mission,
Marine.
Semper Fi.
Oh!
(SOBBING)
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)
Grab a gun.
Let's finish this.
(GROANS)
(COUGHS)
(GROANS)
MAN: They're in the tunnels.
MADDY: Those tunnels
lead to the docks.
Call Kat. Make sure
she's waiting for them.
You get down there
and drive them to us.
- What are you gonna do, then?
- What you couldn't.
(SIGHS)
(LOW INDISTINCT CHATTER)
This trial has been
going on for 13 days, man.
- I wanna go home.
- Yeah, so do I.
BEN: Then repeat
after me, "Guilty."
Look, I'm sorry. I just don't
see it that way, okay?
They killed cops,
Patrick. Cops.
- PATRICK: Allegedly.
- No, not allegedly.
It's right there
in black and white. Look.
You have
a daughter, right?
You don't want this monster
on the street with her.
Do you?
No, I don't.
But you have my vote.
And I'm not going
to change my mind.
(LOW INDISTINCT MUTTERING)
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
So what do they call
these things again?
Shanghai Tunnels.
Downtown is littered with them.
I'm surprised they haven't
filled them in by now.
They're a big deal.
I did a paper on them
for my AP Lit class.
They used to give
tours and stuff.
Oh, great, maybe we'll run into a
tour group while we're down here,
and they can schlep
us out of here.
Oh. No, I don't
think so.
Why is that?
Well, two years ago, a tunnel
collapsed on a tour group,
killed three people, so they
don't run them anymore.
It's just
too dangerous.
Hey, do us
a favor.
Keep that shit to yourself
until we get out of here.
Yeah, yeah,
sure. Sorry.
(RATS SQUEAKING)
(DOOR CLANGING)
(RATS SQUEAKING)
(CELL PHONE BEEPING)
(LINE RINGING)
- MAN: What's up, Kat?
- Yeah, we're in.
We're gonna chase them to you.
You got this?
Don't worry about it, sweetheart.
I'll bury those boys down here.
Let's go.
(SIGHS) Another dead end.
What do you think?
Eeny, meeny,
miny, moe...
Well, better than
anything I got.
Hey, shut off your
lights for a second.
Why would
we do that?
Because, if it's dark enough,
maybe we'll see daylight,
and, you know, find
our way out of here.
Worth a shot.
Look, the last time I listened
to her, I got hit in the head,
fell down a grain chute,
and impaled on a steel rod.
(SIGHS)
(DISTANT WHISTLING)
(WHISPERING) Looks like
they already found us.
No, they know
we're down here,
but they don't know
where we are.
They must have heard us
or saw our flashlights.
No, if they saw us,
we'd be dead already.
Hey...
- See? I told you.
- Sarah.
That ain't
daylight, kid.
- Come on.
- (BOTH GRUNT)
- Whoa! Whoa.
- Back up.
Chill out, man.
Chill out.
She might be
one of them.
One of what?
No, no, come on.
She ran into me.
- I didn't touch her.
- (SHUSHING)
What are you
doing down here?
We were squatting upstairs.
We got kicked out.
We've been living
down here ever since.
And you just wander
the tunnels by yourself?
I heard an explosion. I came
to check it out. That's all.
- Could you lower that thing?
- Not yet.
- Do you have a phone?
- No.
(DISTANT WHISTLING)
I don't know who you are.
Right now, I don't care.
But you're gonna
lead us out of here.
- Can you do that?
- Yeah.
Come on.
It's this way.
You really think
she looks like a squatter?
I can see that,
but it's either her or those guys.
She's not the one shooting at us.
- Yet.
- Just keep your eyes open.
(LUKE SIGHS)
(WATER DRIPPING)
(RATS SQUEAKING)
This way.
- JAKE: How much further?
- Not much, I promise.
So you live
down here by yourself?
No, just me
and a couple friends.
Yeah,
what's your name?
- Kat.
- LUKE: Kat?
How come you
and your friends
didn't move into
another building
instead of living
down here like rats?
We like our privacy.
Nobody bothers us down here.
LUKE: Ah-huh.
KAT: (SIGHS) Almost there.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(RINGING STOPS)
I thought you didn't
have a phone.
Yeah, I was lying
about that actually.
What else
are you lying about?
Well, this isn't
the way out, for one.
- I knew we couldn't trust her.
- JAKE: Yeah.
Hey, boys.
Get down!
- (GRUNTS)
- (CHOKING)
(MAN YELLING)
- (GRUNTS)
- (GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
(CHOKING)
(SARAH GRUNTING)
(SCREAMS)
(ALL GRUNTING)
(GRUNTING)
(YELLS)
- (BONES CRACK)
- (KAT GROANS)
(GRUNTING)
SARAH: (SCREAMS) No!
Sarah...
(SHUSHES) Don't worry, sweetie.
We're gonna shoot her in the head
and then dump her body
in the harbor.
It'll be painless.
- (KAT GRUNTS)
- (YELLS)
(LUKE GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
- (YELLS)
- (GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
You good?
- (MAN YELLING)
- (GRUNTS)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
What are you gonna do
with that, jarhead?
Improvise.
- Adapt.
- (GROANS)
Overcome.
(NECK SNAPS)
(PANTING)
(EXHALES)
LUKE:
They got Sarah.
Not for long. (COCKS GUN)
(RATS SQUEAKING)
JAKE: I feel a breeze.
- Clear.
- We got an exit.
JAKE: Go! Go!
MAN: Hey, I got them.
Oh, shit!
We found you.
(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)
- I thought you said it was clear.
- It was.
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
Ha!
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
Well, looks like we're not
making it for tip-off.
We never were.
LUKE: Hell, I don't
even like basketball.
I just bought those tickets to guilt
you into coming out with me today.
You could've just asked me.
I hate owing
people favors.
Could've called
it even.
Yeah.
But I like being owed.
Oh.
Shit!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
I can't believe it.
After six tours, I'm gonna die in a
tunnel with another man's rifle.
MAN: Come on out, guys.
We've got you trapped.
(GROANS SOFTLY)
Hey.
Remember Kunjak?
You telling stories now?
Thought that was my thing.
You took two bullets in the
gut, covering my retreat.
I was your CO.
My job was
to keep you alive.
That was
a tactical retreat.
Exactly.
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
Jesus, Jake.
MAN 1: I think they're out.
MAN 2: Then go get them.
(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
Are you all right?
(GROANING)
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
Get Sarah.
Finish this.
Don't do it, Jake.
Don't you do it.
We're even.
LUKE: No!
(CLATTERS)
(MAN GROANS)
(GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
(YELLS)
(GRUNTING)
(GUN CLICKS)
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)
No! Jake!
(SOBBING)
(CONTINUES SOBBING)
Goodbye, Marine.
- (JAKE GROANS)
- (SARAH SCREAMS)
SARAH: Jake!
- (GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
- (GASPS)
- Where does that come out?
- No idea.
You two, find him.
- What about me?
- MADDY: We got a boat to catch.
SARAH: You didn't
have to kill him.
Luke's not gonna let you get away with it!
He's gonna find you!
MADDY: Then I'll put him
in the ground, too.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(SOFTLY) Sarah.
If this dude's
got a brain,
he's halfway
to Portland by now.
It's a waste of time.
Let's get to the boat.
LUKE: Psst.
(GRUNTING)
(DISTANT CHATTER)
MADDY: Here.
Take her. Let's go.
(SARAH PANTING)
I wonder how the trial
is going.
Now would
you look at that.
"Hung jury. Judge declares mistrial
on all counts. Horace Hayes to walk."
(LAUGHING)
MADDY: Looks like your daddy
pulled through for you after all.
Then let me go.
We did what you asked.
We won't tell
anyone. Please.
Oh, sweetheart, you should know
me better than that by now.
You're a loose end,
and so is your daddy.
(SPITS)
Bitch.
- Take her on board.
- My pleasure.
(SARAH GRUNTS)
- (GUNSHOT)
- (GROANS)
Kill him!
SARAH: Get off me!
- What's going on?
- Go! Go! Go!
- What about the others?
- Now!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRUNTING)
Luke!
(SARAH SCREAMS)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(BONES CRACK)
(BELL DINGING)
Nice shirt.
Did you happen to bring
my knife by any chance?
No.
But I know
where you left it.
Oh, don't worry about it,
sweetheart. He can keep it.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
(GROANS)
So was that
your plan?
Jump on the boat and beat the poor
little woman into submission, hmm?
Honestly, I'm just kind of
making this up as I go along.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Oh, I expected
more from you.
(YELLS)
(GRUNTING)
This is a fight you
can't win, Marine.
(GRUNTS) I've never really
been good at losing.
(MADDY CHUCKLES)
Oh, what are you gonna
do with that, huh?
Just a little something
a friend taught me.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
- (LUKE YELLS)
- (SCREAMS)
(GASPING)
No!
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
(MADDY GASPING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(SARAH SOBBING)
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
COP: So wait a minute.
Let me get this straight.
You killed all these men?
More or less.
But where's
Ms. Hayes now?
Bottom of
the ocean.
You sure?
I put her there.
SARAH: What about Horace?
Does he just walk?
COP: Oh, I wouldn't
worry about that.
I think they got a whole
slew of new charges for him.
PATRICK: Sarah!
Sarah!
- Dad. (SOBBING)
- I'm sorry.
- I'm so, so sorry.
- We'll pick this up later.
I'm okay. I'm fine.
I'm fine.
Thanks to him.
Thank you.
Thank you. The officers
told me what you did.
I don't know what
we would have done.
- It wasn't just me.
- MAN: Soldier coming through.
Hey. Could you give
me a second?
(INDISTINC POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
Semper Fi, brother.
We're even.
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)
- Just give me a second.
- Sure.
How are you doing?
I was gonna ask you
the same thing.
Just saying goodbye.
I'm so sorry about Jake.
You know, he'd do it
all again tomorrow,
even knowing
the outcome.
He died a Marine.
(SIREN BLARING)
I should probably
go to the hospital.
Yeah. I think that's
probably a good idea.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
MAN: Goodbye, brother
So long, son
Your struggle here is over
You are the lucky one
Back to the beginning
Beyond all this
clay and dirt
Back to the beginning
No more pain or hurt
Goodbye, brother
Your struggle here is done
There will never be another
One like you
Back to the beginning
Beyond the clay and dirt
(INAUDIBLE)
Back to the beginning
No more pain or hurt
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)