Downloaded from YTS.MX
Official YIFY movies site: YTS.MX
My name is Chloe Albright.
I am a second-year medical student.
Yes, of course.
Yeah.
No, I just, I,
I don't understand this foreclosure notice.
Yeah, no, I spoke to the regional manager, actually,
on March 25th
and then again on May 17th.
What?
No…
No, no, no, I…
Yeah, no, I know that,
but my student loan got suspended,
and my dad's life insurance, it never paid out.
Why?
Because suicide isn't covered.
Look…
this house is all that my brother and I have left, okay?
No.
No, you cannot take it from us, okay?
If you evict us from our home, then we will have nowhere else to go.
Hello?
Damn you.
Come on, TJ, don't ignore me.
Do you know,1984 was supposed to be,
you know, like a cautionary tale,
for us average joes,
not a goddamn instruction manual
for the rich b…
bitches that run the show.
You know, I mean, they read the book and go,
"Hey, these are some great ideas.
Let's… let's do this."
Mind control for dummies.
I mean, can you…
believe that shit?
And cell phones.
Cell phones, that's real, big brother,
except they don't need to brainwash us to use them.
We pay for the privilege.
I mean, cops, politicians,
they don't protect and serve us,
they protect and serve the hard-cash overlords from us.
They sell us the idea of freedom
while making sure we never get it.
It's all psychopaths who say, "2 plus 2 equals 5,"
who say the best we're gonna get
is… is a boot in the face.
Bro! Could you just shut the fuck up?
No. No, because, if you ask me…
Give the fucking book!
No more book club, Oprah.
-Alright? Goddamn. -Fine, okay.
Let's do this, man.
Okay.
We got this.
Alright.
No. What are you doing, book club?
You're the driver. You're staying here.
-I… -Yeah, no, I know. I…
You know, I hate to be the one to tell you this, man,
I don't have a license.
-Oh, you don't have a driver's license? -Yeah.
Oh, holy fuck, what are we gonna do about you
-having a driver's license right now? -I… I don't know.
-Dude, here's some stuff -I don't know.
that can fucking kill you.
Okay, wait. You said no one was gonna--
Fuck!
Fuck you!
Fuck.
Dude, that could have poked my fucking eye out!
What do you think, I got a real gun or something?
No, I don't know.
Okay.
-Right pedal's gas, left pedal's brake. -I know. Yeah.
You know so fucking much.
-You don't have a driver's license. -Ofcourse. Yes, I know. Just…
Look, I'm just… I'm still getting my cut, right?
TJ, I'm only doing this so you get your fucking cut.
-You know that, right? -Yes, I do.
-That's the only reason, I'm here. -I know.
Thanks.
Seriously, we-we'd, you know…
be… we'd be dead without you, so…
-I got you. -Yeah.
You just… keep it running.
I know.
Just be careful, okay?
Yeah.
-Alright? -Alright.
-Right pedal, gas, left pedal, the brake. -Brake, yeah, I know.
Less than a minute, alright?
Yeah, just hurry, okay?
Alright.
Right.
Oh! Shit!
Let's go!
He's dead!
Hey, you punk!
-Go! Just start the car! -Oh, my God!
-Start the fucking car! -Get out of here!
Hello?
Chloe, it's me, can you let me in?
TJ.
Hi… oh.
-Fuck! -Hold still, hold still.
-Shit, Chloe, God. -Yeah, "shit" is right.
What the hell were you thinking?
No one was supposed to get hurt.
Okay? Ross said that…
Wait.
R-Ross?
TJ, you-you pulled this shit with Ross?
I couldn't do it alone.
I've told you to stay away from him so many times.
You dated him for three years. You know he's not a bad guy.
He's bad news, TJ.
-Fuck. -It's out.
Chloe!
He's not a bad guy, okay? He just…
-Things got away from him. -Things didn't get away from him.
He pushed them away.
We can't be like him, TJ.
-You cannot be like him. -He's dead.
I think. I don't…
I don't know.
It's not easy…
for me, Chloe, okay?
You know, you handle…
You think that this is easy for me?
No.
No, I did this for you, okay?
-What? -Okay, I…
I know you're having troub-trouble with tuition.
And…
Now they're gonna take the house, and I just wanted to help.
Okay? I know how this is gonna affect you.
I just wanted to help.
I couldn't just stand by…
let you go through this, you know.
No, I know.
I know, okay? I fucked up.
I fucked up.
Another one bites the dust.
Yeah, get the coroner and his meat wagon here, ASAP.
I don't want the locals looking at this dead hoodlum bleeding in the street.
You got a plate on our wheel man?
No plate, Sheriff. Description?
Ski masks.
Sheriff, we've got a flaming car out on Mission Road.
Sounds like a match for your getaway vehicle.
Well, ain't that a thing?
Looks like our wheelman's the brains of this cluster fuck.
Okay, I'm going to ask you some questions, yeah?
-TJ? -Yeah, yeah.
I need you to be 100 percent honest with me, okay?
Okay, did anybody see you?
No. We wore masks and gloves.
Okay, good, did you tell anybody about this?
No, no, I swear.
And the car, what about the car?
I ditched it. I set it on fire.
Fire?
That's smart. Okay. Whose car was it?
Stolen.
Okay, then you're fine.
You're gonna be fine.
You're gonna… you're gonna stay here with me.
Right? You're going to keep a low profile.
They have absolutely no reason to think that you would…
I…
What?
Ross's phone.
What about Ross's cell phone?
I… it's on him.
It's on him. I forgot. I…
It's…
You planned a robbery
on a fucking iPhone?
-Are they gonna go easy on me? -Are they gonna go easy on you?
TJ, it is an armed robbery where somebody ends up dead, TJ,
that is 25 to life.
You know, I was only the driver.
You were only the driver. Do you think that matters to them?
That doesn't matter to them.
And you going to jail, that breaks my promise to mom.
What are we gonna do?
We have to get the phone.
How?
Just give me five minutes.
Out here, regional budgets have been cut,
and so the morgue is pretty much a one-man shop.
The sheriff's department, it's overworked, understaffed.
The chief has been cracking down on local meth heads.
According to the news, about an hour before they brought Ross's body in,
a girl was killed when her car hit a tree.
So we know that there are at least two bodies in there, one coroner.
Buys us some time to get inside and find Ross's phone.
I won't be with the cops?
Not out here. Ross and all he had on him will be processed at the morgue first.
His clothes, his phone, everything will be bagged and tagged
and locked in the evidence room for the sheriff to claim in the morning,
along with the coroner's autopsy report.
Walk the perimeter. We look for access.
Yeah, and I'm sure they have a back door for grave robbers.
Hello?
I… I'm a friend of the girl
who was in the car accident tonight.
I was hoping that I could see her for one last goodbye.
Fucking hell!
Cujo's out back, and there's cameras everywhere.
Fucking like Fort Knox.
Hello?
This whole place is locked down.
The only way we're getting in is through a fucking body bag, you know?
-What if that can be arranged? -What?
Do you still score Adderall off that vet tech?
Yeah, yeah, you know, it helps me… focus.
I need you to call her.
Hey.
Who is this?
Oh, this is my… my sister.
She… she's cool, so…
Hey.
-It's 50 for the addy. -And the propofol?
Listen, I got it.
But I need you to understand that this shit is…
A sterile, nonpyrogenic emulsion. Full name diisopropylphenyl.
It's used in the induction and maintenance of sedation anesthesia,
and it works by dramatically slowing down
the recipient's brain and nervous system.
I study criminology and forensic medicine.
150.
Come on, no deals today?
Here.
So, I hope you all know what you all doing.
That shit killed the King of Pop.
Yeah.
Okay. Now what?
Now, it's time to die.
How's this, work, exactly?
I inject it.
A few seconds later, I'll be unconscious.
The propofol slows my heart rate and brain activity to almost nothing.
I'll still be alive.
I just have a bad feeling about this, you know?
TJ, it is after nine o'clock.
Okay? By the morning, the sheriff is going to be in that morgue,
hearing the results of Ross's autopsy and collecting his belongings.
How long after that do you think it is going to take
until you are in custody?
Once I'm unconscious,
you're just going to wait 30 minutes, okay?
What? Why?
Because I have to be cold when they find me.
Otherwise, they'll try to resuscitate.
Look, TJ, you are going to wait 30 minutes.
You are then going to call 911.
You are going to say that you saw a girl OD in the underpass
and that you think that she might be dead but you aren't gonna give a name
or anything, you understand that?
Yes. Listen…
assuming this works, how are you gonna get out?
Let's just worry about getting me in first, yeah?
Look, I… I should do this.
Okay, look, this was, no, no, this was my mess-up.
Alright? Let me fix it.
You have any run-ins with the local sheriff lately?
They won't remember me.
Hey…
You know, I love you.
Don't do this.
Okay.
Careful. Alright?
Okay, you gotta go. You gotta get out of here.
Okay.
I love you.
It's alright.
Oh!
Oh, my God.
Shit. I'm sorry.
Shit!
Hey, you gonna have Mannix waiting all day?
Come on, already.
I'm here for the seance.
No? No funnies today?
Man, this is no way to spend your day.
You got a family, dinner waiting for you at home?
Or are you too busy breaking bread with the dead?
Come on, man.
What do you do for a good time around here?
You got a girl back there or something?
You know, every time you hand me one of these,
I feel like we're going to the beach.
Don't you wish there was a six-pack in here,
some Kool-Aid, some chicken salad sandwiches?
There she is.
Hey! Take it easy.
I'm just checking out the merchandise.
Oh, shit, I almost forgot.
About that guy in L.A. looking for the liver?
Thank God for alcoholic movie producers?
Alright. Well,
let me know if that works out.
You might see me again tonight.
Lucky fucking me.
Oh, God.
You stupid asshole.
Oh, no.
God!
Hey.
It's Chloe. It's okay.
What the…
Why the hell are you not in a hospital?
I am.
Who did this to you?
Was it the guy with the keys?
Was it him? Yeah?
Okay, was there anybody else?
Ross, have you seen anybody else?
What the fuck is going on?
Chloe.
What are you doing here?
You dipshits planned a robbery on an iPhone.
If I don't get it, then TJ's going to jail.
It's not safe here…
-What? -It's… not…
safe… here.
Okay.
TJ's going to freak out, he finds out you're alive.
I'm going to get to the evidence room
and then I'm gonna get you the hell out of here.
-Okay. -Okay, good.
You know where the keys are?
Yeah, I know where they are.
I'll be back.
The order came through for our man in L.A.
Mannix will be by in an hour.
Ross. Buddy. Hey.
I need you to get up, okay?
Ross.
Ross!
Okay.
Hurry.
I know, look.
I need you to come with me. Okay?
Shit, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry!
Okay.
I have the keys.
You need to get up with me right now, okay?
Come on.
I know it hurts.
Okay. I got you.
Good job. Ready? Almost there.
Just lean onto me.
I know!
-Okay, you alright? -Yeah.
Okay? We need to go.
I know, it hurts, they cut you.
Hey!
Ross.
Ross, would you look at me?
We have to go.
-Now. Okay? -I…
-Come on. -Fuck!
Okay.
You see the door? We're going to get through it, okay?
No, no, no…
Okay.
Fuck.
Chloe, what did they do to me?
They took your kidney, Ross.
They what?
That's okay, though, because you have another one.
Fucking son of a bitch.
Come on. Right now.
-Come in. -Okay.
Okay.
Alright.
I'll slow you down. You know, you… you just gotta go, right?
-I'm not leaving. -What?
When I open this door, you are going to run.
I still need to get into that evidence room.
Okay. Okay.
Almost there.
Oh, shit.
He sees us.
Chloe!
He knows we're in here.
Okay.
Fuck.
Okay.
He's coming.
Hey, Chloe, I'm sorry.
I fucked up. I'm sorry for all of it.
I will stop him, okay? You just fucking go.
Hey.
You cut the macho shit right now, okay?
You left me once, you're not fucking doing it again.
I shouldn't have…
Where is it? Where is the key, Ross?
Here we go.
We're on the last one.
I got it!
Ross!
Ross.
Hey, I got the door, okay?
Get up. Come on, I need you to get up.
Come on, this way. Come on. Can you come?
Come on.
Okay.
Come on, Ross. Walk this shit off.
Ross…
Ross.
I doubt he can hear you.
Okay…
please?
Please, just let us go.
-I won't say anything to anybody, please. -And where would you go?
Back to your rat-infested apartment?
Your tent city?
Your life of crime?
What… no.
No, that's-that's not me.
Then what are you doing here?
Attempting to claim that which does not belong to you?
Do you think you're deserving of it in some way, that you've earned it?
Compensation for the toils
and petty grievances that you've accrued
during your time on this Earth?
Maybe you feel like you got dealt a bad hand
and you should be allowed to slip a few extra aces up your sleeve.
You ever considered getting a job,
or is that completely out of the question?
This country's filled with people like you,
people who take, take, take.
They don't earn, you cheat.
You don't strive, you cut corners,
you take shortcuts.
No, that's not me, though.
Fortunately for me,
you are all defined by one undeniable truth.
All that you are…
all that you've done, all of your thoughts,
your feelings, your beliefs…
your entire being
is worth considerably less…
than the sum of your parts.
No.
No. Please, okay, you're wrong.
I… I am a student, and I know the opportunity that I have been given.
-I wanna make something out-- -What are you studying?
I study forensic medicine.
That's an underappreciated field.
Yeah.
And you already know that
there are over a million dollars worth of assets inside of you.
Kidney, heart, liver, lungs, eyes.
That's before we get into your plasma,
your bone marrow, even your skin…
bears a price.
You should have valued yourself higher
before you broke into this sacred place.
-I didn't have a choice. -Of course, you had a choice.
Just like he had a choice.
You obviously know this young man.
Caught earlier this morning,
cutting another corner, taking another shortcut.
Look, I know what he did was wrong,
I get that, I'm pissed,
but he… he does not deserve…
Of course, he deserves it.
Who wouldn't vote to end this wretch's life
if it meant saving a more worthy person,
a person of value?
You think life is essentially fair?
Well, unfortunately, life is not fair.
I know that life isn't fair.
Hey, I know that! I know that, okay--
And what is your excuse?
My excuse…
My excuse is that the medical examiner,
he determined my dad's cause of death as suicide.
But it wasn't suicide. I know that it wasn't suicide.
He suffered from PTSD, psychotic episodes,
and he was heavily medicated, and then the insurance,
they cut off his medication--
Suicide canceled the insurance policy
and you and mommy didn't get any money.
Sad tale.
A common one.
A victim's excuse.
No, I am not who you think I am.
Okay? I got into forensics
because I want to help people find the truth, like--
The truth is what I say the truth is.
Your father was a pathetic loser
that did the world a favor by ending his life,
and you, when you broke in here, ended your life.
You are a sick man.
I'm not sick.
I'm the cure.
No!
Please stop!
Please!
It's okay, it's okay…
You know, this used to be the largest hospital in the county?
Now, it's just me down here.
I do not like uninvited guests.
No. Please!
No, please.
Please, I'm sorry. Please!
Listen…
Not… one… word.
Hi, sweetie.
Hey, Dad. Mom wants to know if you're coming home tonight.
Oh, no, honey, I can't make it. Daddy's working.
Oh. We miss you.
I miss you too.
I'll see you for breakfast tomorrow.
Don't forget to call Brad before school.
I won't.
Love you.
Love you too.
I don't know what you want… I'm sorry.
Please.
Thank you for that.
Know that his death
and yours
will bring renewed life to someone who's willing
to sacrifice everything for their beliefs.
And now thanks to me,
your trivial existence will have meaning.
I'm going to give your life worth, piece by piece…
by piece.
Okay…
Okay.
I'm sorry.
Okay.
Yes.
Please.
Give it to me.
This is what this is all about?
Some dead loser's cell phone?
Just give me
the fucking phone.
You know, for someone who's a scholar of forensic science,
you should know a little more about protocol procedure.
We would never leave a live firearm unattended.
Which means that gun is either unloaded…
or it's fake.
Give it to me!
No!
Damn!
Oh my God!
Help me!
Please!
I'm sorry.
Oh!
Oh, my God.
Chloe.
Can you hear me?
Up here.
I assume TJ is your brother.
Naughty little boy, isn't he?
In literature, they refer to him
as an irredeemable character,
loathsome.
I'm sure you disagree.
I can tell he's had his problems.
Probably renders him sympathetic in your view.
But to me, he's just a pile of dog shit on a pristine carpet
and tarnishing the environment for those of us that are hard-working,
those of us that are law-abiding and those of us that contribute.
Luckily, the cell phone you've risked so much for holds the key
that will imprison your feeble-minded brother
for what's left of his worthless life.
You know what they call someone like TJ in prison,
Chloe?
They call them "June bugs."
Do you know why they call them June bugs?
Because they only live for six months.
But I believe you sought to better your life.
But your delinquent brother pulled you back into this world,
and now you are one step away from Ross's fate.
Turn yourself into me now, Chloe.
Here she is.
Yes. Go find her.
Hello?
TJ?
Chloe, where are you?
-Are you okay? -Yeah, I'm…
I'm still inside.
Are you alright?
TJ…
look, they…
they hurt people here.
Okay, what do you mean?
I don't know, it's really hard to just believe right now.
-Chloe… -TJ, I…
I think I failed you. I'm so sorry.
I can't get your phone. I tried really hard.
I promise.
-Are you in danger? -No, you don't worry about me.
I need you to get the hell out of this state.
Chloe, I'm not leaving the state.
I am not asking you right now, okay?
Look, I couldn't save mom.
I couldn't help dad, and I am not being the one
to lose you too, so I need you to listen to me.
I'm not leaving you.
Chloe, just stay where you are.
TJ, now, you listen to me right now.
TJ?
Hello?
I had to cut the line.
Can't have you making outgoing calls.
Don't worry about him.
He's a good boy.
He's trained to maim and detain, not kill.
Hi.
Yeah,
I'd like to speak to the sheriff.
…call back.
Sheriff.
Well, if it ain't TJ Albright.
What can I do for you this fine evening?
I'll…
I'll confess.
I just, um, I need you to do something for me first.
What's that?
I need you to save my sister.
You want it? You like this?
Okay, okay.
Okay, okay!
TJ.
Slow down there, tiger.
Oh, God! Oh! Sheriff!
We need to… we need to go outside right now.
-Miss Chloe Albright. -Don't.
TJ here was bullshitting me.
Oh… it's okay, TJ.
What in Christ's name is going on?
Okay…
Okay, look, the coroner.
Okay, he's keeping people alive, okay?
He is selling their organs
and bits and parts of them, and he has killed a lot of people.
That's quite an accusation this late on a Friday.
You need to get in there, okay? I saw him…
It's okay.
Sheriff…
he murdered somebody,
right in front of me.
No.
I never liked this coroner.
Old-timer before him, he was easy.
This guy's a pretentious nightmare.
-Yeah. -If he's the psycho you say he is,
I'm looking forward to being the swift boot of justice up his ass.
Tell you what.
You two stay put
while I go see what's what.
Okay.
But, Sheriff, you need to be careful.
I'm telling you, he's dangerous.
Okay.
Thank you.
TJ…
What the fuck?
TJ, just run! TJ!
Dangerous?
Well, so am I.
No!
Oh! TJ!
Fucking hell!
Shut the fuck up!
Get the fuck away from him!
Hey, now.
Let's not be hasty.
Is that Ross's gun?
Put the gun on the ground, Miss Albright.
-TJ, get behind me right now. -No.
-We should just do what he says. -No.
No, we are walking out of here.
Don't make me kill you.
You wouldn't.
Because we're more valuable to you alive.
Right?
Yeah.
I wouldn't be too sure about that.
The gun is fake.
Shit.
Now…
this one is real.
Changes your odds of survival a little bit, now, don't it?
TJ…
I want them alive.
Oh, come on, man, you serious?
I just…
-Move! -Run, TJ!
Go!
TJ! Go! Go!
-TJ. -No, that's not good.
Bad dog.
-Come on. -Alright.
Shit! Go!
That-a-boy, Mac.
Burn them down.
Go!
Just go, go, just! Go, go!
Oh, fuck!
TJ…
TJ?
TJ!
Shit! Chloe!
Chloe! Fuck!
Chloe, come on!
-TJ! -Let me go!
Get off my feet!
Chloe!
-Chloe! -Get off!
Chloe! Get off me! Get off!
Get off him!
-Come on! Get him off me! Get him off me! -Get off him!
Get him off!
TJ. TJ?
-You have to get up. -I do. Okay, I know.
Come on, you've got to get up.
Slow down, slow down. Fuck.
Alright.
Okay, we're trapped.
Okay.
Okay, it's locked. We got to break in.
Look on the ground, okay?
-This will work. -Yeah.
Okay.
-Are you okay? -Yeah.
-I need you to twist it. -I know.
Come on.
-Okay, that's it. -Yep.
Okay, okay.
You okay, bud?
They rattle your brain?
Where are they?
They went down there.
Keep them there till we can drive them to us.
-How? -Smoke them out.
Teargas in my car.
What the fuck is that?
-Mannix. -Shit!
No one's supposed to know about me, remember?
TJ.
Come here. We're going to make it.
-Okay? It's okay. -I'm so sorry, Chloe.
No, I'm sorry.
-Okay? -Yeah.
It's okay.
-You're okay. -Sorry, Chloe.
Hey.
It is going to be okay.
-No, it's not. No, we're trapped. -Look at me.
There is going to be a way out of here.
Will you trust me?
-Yeah, okay. -Okay.
-We're a team. -Yeah, I know.
Come on.
"Wow, look at me. I'm the coroner, I got keys."
Yeah. Come on, open up the door.
What's the deal? You're not gonna let me in this time?
There's been a situation with the liver.
-I lost it. -What?
What the fuck, man? That puts us down a hundred grand.
I'm in the process of replacing it.
I need you to come back in an hour.
What the fuck is up with your eye?
Why did you change this shit up on me?
Oh, Mannix is a creature of habit.
You're making me nervous.
I'm starting to sweat in places you don't wanna hear about.
What the fuck? Is that a cop car?
What if he sees me?
Oh, shit. You sly motherfucker, you.
You got a pig working for you, don't you?
That's how you get the live ones.
Me and Chase, the pickup guy in Lancaster,
we was wondering about that.
Fuck, now I owe him 50 bucks. I knew, I smelled bacon.
So, where is he? Can I meet him? Or her?
I mean, I'm down with either one.
We're all part of the same team, right?
What?
-Gunshot. -Yeah.
Okay, who's shooting who?
It doesn't matter.
Okay.
Come on.
Motherfucker…
What?
You just cost us a hundred thousand dollars.
He had a big mouth.
Shame we can't sell that.
We would have raised a pretty penny.
Fuck.
-TJ. -What?
Okay.
We'll just head in here.
Okay.
Can we get through?
Yeah.
Okay.
-You okay? -Yeah, I just hit a pipe.
-Watch out. -Okay.
Motherfuckers!
You shot our contact. You, Sheriff, have fucked us.
Not the way I see it, partner.
This guy was shot by some intruder.
The same punks locked in the basement.
They killed him, not us.
Can't we just hand over his liver?
I don't think they'll accept a liver with buckshot, do you?
Okay.
How about the ones you keep in reserve downstairs?
Spare parts from drunks, junkies.
Kidneys are okay, eyes are good, but livers are rotten.
How about yours?
Don't even joke.
You so much as raise an eyebrow at me,
and I will shoot you in the fucking face.
And what story will you tell?
Anyone I want.
I'll be a goddamn hero, stopping the Calexico Butcher.
Might even get a parade.
Squirrely SOB, ain't he?
I'll make the call, I'll tell them there's been a slight hiccup…
but there's a solution in play.
What about him?
Get the teargas.
We need a liver.
I have the item you requested on hand.
But you'll need a new courier.
Drive it yourself.
Transfer me an extra 50. Your rush is not my problem.
-I'm sorry, TJ. -No, no. He's gone.
Please, help me.
Help me.
Your man getting blindsided is not my fault.
Misfortune is remedied by ingenuity.
And money.
Deliver it in two hours.
You'll have your extra.
Don't be late.
Rats in the walls.
-Grab his legs. -Okay.
-Yeah, yeah. -Come on.
He's bleeding all over the place.
-Who the hell are you guys? -No one.
Okay.
-Okay, good. -Well, you just saved my ass back there,
so that's got to make you somebody.
Okay, this is gonna hurt.
Sorry!
We're sorry.
You get me the hell out of here, I got ten g's with your name on it.
Make it 25.
-TJ. -Our enemy's enemy has money.
We need it, he needs us.
Right?
-I don't know. I can't think. -Done. But Mannix can't be dead.
The fuck?
Teargas.
Okay, TJ.
I need you to focus, okay? Focus.
Yeah. I'll do that…
Okay.
Okay, look at me.
Okay, you need to put this on.
Breathe.
They're going to come after me, okay?
You take him, you get home safe,
and then you wait, and then you get the fucking money.
-Wait, wait, what if I… -Listen to him, okay?
I'm gonna be fine, you go.
Go!
Go there, under.
You follow him, okay?
Oh, fuck!
Jesus.
Alright.
Okay.
Go, go.
-Thanks. -You're welcome.
I got her.
Nowhere to run, baby.
Drop the hammer.
Shit.
Your sister owes me a liver.
Yours will do.
Chloe?
You have completely ruined my life.
I can explain a lot of things,
but a dead sheriff is not one of them.
Looks like I'll have to move on.
But before I do,
you should know
that this pathetic life of your brother's
will bring renewed life to three, maybe even four,
more worthy people.
And once he's donated to the deserving…
it will be your turn.
TJ.
Hey.
Hi.
It's gonna be okay.
He didn't cut you yet.
-Behind you. -What? What?
Behind you.
Hi.
An eye…
for an eye.
Holy shit.
It's my turn now.
Yes!
Take it!
You are the sickness.
I'm the cure.
Okay.
Okay, we saved you, so…
you know, you…
you gotta pay.
I saved you back, so…
seems like we're even.
That's bullshit.
I still need something.
You get it for me,
I pay you in full.
God, I hate that damn dog.
Dr. Death killed his reserves.
No loose ends, I guess.
Not that it matters now, you arrogant fuck.
Mannix is a bad dude.
But that motherfucker,
he's gonna be the devil's bitch for sure.
Okay.
Okay, she's done.
Pay up.
Deal's a deal, my man.
Let's go.
Nice shirt, man.
Yeah.
You good?
Yeah, I'm better than ever.
You need a ride?
You need a doctor.
There's one where I'm going.
Close enough.
So, can I drop you two off, or what?
Yeah.
Alright.
You can drop us off.
Hey…
I almost forgot to give this to you.
-Ready to get out of here? -Fuck, yeah.