"Pat:" "Shit." "Sam." "Pat:" "Sam, wake up." "What's wrong?" " Fuck." "What'd you do, tiger?" "When did we crash?" "Sam:" "You tell us, asshole." "I guess I fell asleep." "Yeah..." "With the engine running." "Fully charged." "Did you kill the battery too?" "You hear the radio?" "There's a skating rink about 11 miles from here." "Big parking lot." "Ice skating or rollerskating?" "Just says they're open." "Why?" "Reece:" "Hockey players whoop more ass." "I don't know, dude." "I've seen some pretty bad-ass roller skaters." "At 7:00 am?" "All right, I'll come with." "Sam?" "Sam:" "Tad." "Tad:" "Awesome." "Hey, I work nights, but I'll catch up with you guys for breakfast." "Okay." "I'm in 2-r up the stairs." "Just crash wherever." "Uh, park in the side lot." "Rear doors tight to the walls so no one steals your shit." "All right." "Yeah?" "Sam:" "These all have mushrooms." "This dude's legit." "Reece:" "Why?" "'Cause he wakes up at 5:00 in the morning to put jizz in his hair?" "Tiger:" "Mm..." "No." "He's true." "Ree-ree." "Who you callin'?" "Is that your business?" "I get the bills." "I'm going to bed." "We're gonna drink." "Mornin'." "Hello." "You were the first to fall asleep?" "Okay, I'm with the ain't rights from Washington, D.C." "Uh, technically, we're from Arlington." "Tad:" "Nice." "Uh, and this is for seaside hcfm." "Not for the zine?" "Tad:" "I'll do a print version for that, but this will run on our college station." "Uh, if that's cool." "Sam:" "Yeah." "So, you guys working on anything new?" "Sam:" "Mm, yeah." "A few songs." "Maybe enough for, like, a seven inch." "Tad:" "Sweet." "Will you actually press one?" "Yeah, if we can afford it." "Tad:" "Yeah, no, I really dig the analog style." "Uh, which brings me to the fact you guys are hard to find." "Why no social media presence?" "Reece:" "That's because booking more shows, selling more records would blow." "It's not hard rock." "No one wants to starve, but..." "When you take it all virtual, you lose..." "The texture." "What do you mean "texture"?" "Just... you gotta be there." "The music is for effect." "It's time and aggression..." "Technical wizardry." "And it's shared live..." "And then it's over." "The energy can't last." "Unless you're iggy pop." "Yeah, well good for him, but I don't think I wanna be in my 70's still listening to minor threat." "But tiger does." "I won't live to be 70, so..." "Okay, so, uh, this is a good seg into one of my traditions." "Uh, for each of you, name your desert island band." "Only one?" "Reece:" "If I were to say black sabbath, would I get ozzy and dio?" "No caveats." "Just name the band." "Okay." "Misfits." "No, the damned." "Um..." "Tiger:" "Oh, fuck it." "Misfits." "Sam:" "Poison idea." "Cro-mags." "Tad:" "That's a good one also." "Reece:" "Why don't you say something, dude?" "Tiger:" "What about steely Dan?" "Hm." "No, candlebox." "He's a juggalo." "Uh... uh..." "Tiger:" "Britney Spears?" "Hey-- hey, you-- you-- you're gonna edit this, right?" "I can chop it up a bit." "Tiger:" "Oh, you should let it go raw, man." "Um, when is this gonna air?" "Like, maybe we should plug the show?" "Yeah." "Um..." "My last show at the muni center didn't end well." "Uh, lots of vomit, some fecal matter." "County commissioner got wind and pulled my permit." "You guys were already en route." "No, you gotta give us a kill fee." "We went 90 miles out of our way." "I've got a backup lined up." "Um, lunch, 50% cut on the door, and you guys would headline." "Is anyone still on the bill?" "No." "Turn that shit off." "I gave you my cut." "Uh, the house got theirs, but I didn't- split four ways, it's six bucks each." "$6.87." ".88 if you just round up..." "You dip-shit, fashion punk clown motherfucker." "Christ." "Now easy there, jiu-jitsu." "Yeah." "We don't wanna go to jail, too." "I think you just ended this tour." "Fuck yes." "Let's call it." "Sam:" "All right, so we'd have to beeline to DC." "We have enough for one tank." "We'd have to siphon the rest of the way." "Reece:" "That's not a problem." "We got rice and beans." "We can head up north." "Take the 80 all the way." "What the fuck you doing, man?" "Let me call my cousin." "I can get you guys a solid gig." "Where?" "Here?" "Scene is dead." "You'd have to dip down closer to Portland." "Tiger:" "I say we just gank his vinyl." "All right, so all set." "Uh, matinée tomorrow." "Door's at 1:00, you guys are on at 3:00." "I texted the addy." "Sam:" "How much?" "Uh, $350." "Minus your tab." "And, um, just so you know, it's mostly boots and braces down there." "Skins?" "There's some at every show." "What?" "D.M.S.?" "Sharp?" "Uh, right-wing, or technically ultra-left, but not affiliated." "And your cousin's cool?" "Tad:" "Yeah, yeah." "Uh, don't talk politics, but stick with Daniel." "I'd tag along, but he and his girl are coming here to crash." "Gotta vacuum and shit." "So they're not, like, burning crosses or anything, right?" "Like, we just play rock?" "Uh, I'd play your earlier stuff." "Heavier stuff." "I usually keep the originals, but since this one never happened..." "Can I still run that interview?" "Yeah." "What station is it on?" "Uh, fm 85.5." "Breakfast with champions." "Thanks." "Reece:" "Yo, tad-pole..." "I'm sorry I almost obliterated you, man." "Not a problem." "Take it easy." "At least the dude can draw." "Yeah, it's pretty sweet." "Yo, pat..." "You know, there's something I've never told people..." "Or anyone, for that matter." "What?" "Was that real?" "Ew!" "Tiger:" "Open your window." "Sam:" "Good." "You tad's friends?" "Uh, he sent us." "Are you cousin Dan?" "Daniel:" "Daniel." "You guys look hammered." "Tiger:" "One night at tad's will do that to you." "And if your girl's gonna be crashing- don't mention that." "Okay, I was just-- -yeah, no worries whatsoever." "Just shut the fuck up about it him and me and her." "Yeah." "Drummer?" "Drummer?" "Using the house kit or are you using yours?" "I'll use mine." "Okay." "Load in's here." "Sam:" "That's bullshit." ""Aren't rights"?" "Yeah." "Stage rest in here." "Don't block the hallway." "The owner doesn't fuck around with the fire codes." "Sound check in 15." "You're on in 20." "Got it." "Pat:" "Hey, tiger..." "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "Sam:" "Are these guys not creeps?" "They run a tight ship." "Except it's a u-boat." "Hey, y'all..." "I got a dumb idea." "Stagehand:" "Where'd you say the power supply was?" "It's like a mini-transformer..." "Testing, testing one, two." "Meow." "Stagehand:" "Got it!" "Pat:" "There's no guitar." "Or not." "This was your fucking idea." "You back out now, i tell them you're Jewish." "Go." "Evening, ladies and gentlemen." "We are the ain't rights, or the aren't rights." "Either one..." "Two, three, four!" "Crowd:" "Fuck off!" "Come on!" "Thank you." "That was a cover." "What should we do next?" "Sam:" "Coronary." "Tiger:" "This one's a treat." "Sam:" "What happened to fire code?" "Yeah, sorry guys." "We have to make room for the headliner." "Cowcatcher, right?" "Big Justin:" "Yes." "You gotta clear out, okay?" "Here you are." "Thank you." "Big Justin:" "And it's all there." "And you guys follow me, okay?" "All right." "I'll get you one more two liter for the road." "Okay, come on." "You all right with that?" "I'll be careful." "I understand." "Aw, shit." "My phone..." "Pat:" "What?" "My phone." "I-- I'll catch up with- i got you." "Sam:" "Thanks." "Excuse me, y'all." "Oh shit." "Can you call the cops?" "Guitarist:" "Fuck that." "Hey, stop!" "What the fuck?" "I told you to follow." "No!" "Go, go, go!" "Uh, yeah." "I-- i-- i guess I am." "I don't know." "There's been a-- there's been a stabbing!" "She-- whoa!" "Whoa!" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." "Goddamn it!" "They didn't lock the door." "You didn't lock the door!" "No!" "Don't talk and don't touch them!" "Stay put!" "It's fine." "What the fuck happened?" "Just give me a minute!" "Something terrible." "Stay with them." "Okay." "Sam:" "Oh, shit!" " It's okay." "Don't worry, don't worry." "Get back inside." "What the fuck is going on?" "Gabe:" "Up." "In the room." "Hey!" "Go!" "Go!" "Up the stairs." "It's okay." "Let's go." "Just go." "Come on, guys." "Tiger:" "Shit." "Gabe:" "It's okay." "Oh, what the fuck, man?" "Gabe:" "It's okay." "It's fine." "Turn that pa down." "You didn't lock the door." "You were right there!" "Big Justin:" "Until I wasn't!" "Gabe:" "Quiet!" "Hello?" "Woman:" "Thisis emergencyservices." "Yeah, we got cut off." "I was calling to report a stabbing." "Gabe:" "Yes." "Yes, ma'am." "Did you call Darcy?" "He's on his way." "He knows about that..." "Not this." "You can't keep us here, man." "You gotta let us go." "Gabe:" "We're not keeping you." "You're just staying." "You're up." "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" "Just relax!" "Everyone, just relax." "Cops are coming." "See how easy that is?" "Motherfucker!" "Look what you did!" "Amber, chill the fuck out!" " Yes." "Please." "Darcy here?" "Not yet." "I need $600 cash." "You just signed out $350." "Somebody's dead." "Still gotta keep the books." "What else do you need?" "A true believer." "How 'bout two?" " Maybe she's not dead." "Sam:" "I'm just saying." "Like, there's not a lot of blood." "You know, so, like, maybe she's just..." "And who are we to say that she's..." "Sam:" "Oh, shit!" "Big Justin:" "Come on, man." "What are you doing?" "Tiger:" "The fuck, man?" "There it is." "Oh, my god." "Reece:" "We gotta go." "We gotta fucking go right now." "Now we didn't see shit." "We-- we-- we were so drunk." "All right, just wait, okay?" "Cops are on the way." "Gabe:" "Above and beyond, gentlemen." "You need me to do it?" "Twin 1:" "Nope." "Won't even be the first time." "Hurry up." "Twin 1:" "Go." "All right, that's it." "Okay, let me see it." "The knife." "It's an inch too short for felony possession, so you don't have to worry about the..." "Actually, give me that money back." "Twin 2:" "What?" "It's like vouchers and shit." "We'll hold it for you." "Come on." "If you do any time, we'll double it." "Now talk to 'em." "You the victim?" "Twin 1:" "Yes, officer." "Officer:" "Kneel down." "Both of you, ankles crossed." "Gabe:" "That's the owner." "I called him too." "Darcy:" "All right, let's give them some room to work, folks." "Are you the owner?" "Darcy:" "Yes, ma'am." "Cowcatcher, clear out." "Hey, where are the cops?" "Gabe:" "Get your stuff, man." "Tiger:" "What about us?" "Amber:" "What are you doing?" "We're sorting it out." "Just hang tight, Amber." "Your set was pretty good." "What?" "What was the name of your second to last song?" "Uh..." "To-- toxic evolution." "It's fucking hard, man." "That's the one i did her to." "All right, he's got six bullets..." "For real?" "..." "If we all go at once- tiger:" "Guys, hold off a sec." "For what?" "Sam:" "We haven't done anything!" "It doesn't matter." "Okay." "They're called cartridges." "The bullet is the part that enters your brain if you keep talking shit." "And this gun only has five cartridges, not six, 'cause they're big as fuck and only five fit the cylinder." "So, please shut the fuck up and don't test me." "Reece, you're making it worse." "We sit and we wait." "And we die?" "Not if you sit and you wait." "It's just the one to 911 at 3:45 and then mine was at 3:47." "You called?" "911 called back and I answered." "Be clear." "Who else knows besides-- you said Daniel's cousin?" "Tad." "There was a text from him last night with our address, but he doesn't know anything." "Except who they are, where they are..." "Maybe where they're supposed to be next." "Fuck." "Check emails." "They played their set to the crowd." "Then we'll assume the wide world knows and they'll be tracking that." "Give it to me." "I was trying to buy some time and contain this until we could- contain?" "It was pretty rapid fire." "I appreciate your initiative and we all love werm." "He's a brother." "And you might have visited him in prison." "Makes a difference." "Now we're all in the stew for an impulsive act, for a selfish act, under my roof." "You see a way out of this?" "Gabe:" "For them?" "No." "We still have to find one." "Okay." "This is good." "No guns." "You have a "no trespassing" sign posted at the residence?" "We got "beware of dogs."" "That's better." "Does anyone even know we're in here?" "No one who cares." "Tad?" "I think we go." "I think we go too." " Big Justin:" "The next person that moves" "Gabe:" "Everyone okay?" "Just about." "Gabe?" "Gabe:" "Yeah." "Open up." "No!" "Where are the cops?" "Big Justin:" "Okay..." "Do you want me to open the door, or do you want me to blow your fucking head off?" "Back the fuck off!" "Gabe:" "What's going on?" "They're trying to run at me!" "Gabe:" "Do not shoot them!" "Big Justin:" "You know what?" "That's on them." "Where are the cops?" "Gabe:" "Give them the gun!" "Say again?" "Gabe:" "It's over!" "Give them the gun." "Okay, I told you they just tried to run at me" "Gabe:" "Then take the bullets out!" "Just hand it over now!" "Do not shoot them!" "Is Darcy here?" "Gabe:" "He is." "Darcy:" "I am." "Gentlemen, I'm the owner." "Okay, why the fuck didn't you just tell me?" "Darcy:" "Truly sorry about this." "Playing catch-up here myself." "They're playing a fucking show." "Pat:" "Uh..." "Thank you, but..." "We open the door for the police, or we keep the bullets." "Uh, the cartridges." "Darcy:" "I've got no problem with that." "Okay, I handed them the gun." "I'm gonna head out now." "No, you're not." "Let him open the door." "Hang on." "No, he gave us the gun, he gave us the gun-- -big Justin:" "Nobody is..." "Letting me do anything." "I gave you the goddamn gun, okay?" "Darcy:" "So how are we doing?" "He's right." "Pat, do the math." "Where are the police?" "Darcy:" "It takes a while out here." "Stay back." "Darcy:" "Just want to make sure that no one else gets hurt in the meantime." " Big Justin:" "Okay, I gave you the damn gun..." " Tiger!" "Reece:" "Get him down!" "Darcy:" "Justin?" "Reece:" "Get him down!" "Darcy:" "What's happening?" "Shh!" "Darcy:" "Justin?" "Shouldn't have locked the door." "Shit." "Sam!" "Get the bullets!" "All right, load the gun." "Darcy:" "How's it going in there?" "Big Justin:" "Not good!" "Fine, but we would rather wait for the police!" "Darcy:" "Justin?" "Reece:" "He's fine..." "But he's gonna wait too!" "Understood, gentlemen." "Hold tight." "You think they know?" "I think they're smarter than you!" "Darcy..." "Man." "I apologize." "We'll do it here." "Stage it up the road." "Okay." "Pat:" "Hey, what was that Gonzo shit, man?" "So in a tournament," "I snap his arm or he taps out and we all go get burgers." "Snap it." "Come on." "Look, we've got the gun." "Why don't we just let him-- -wait, wait." "I don't want it." "All right?" "I don't-- i don't feel good with it." "Who wants it?" "Not me." "Sam:" "Hm?" "No." "I can't shoot." "I can." "No, not you." "Then fucking keep it." "Reece:" "Keep it, Sam." "I'll take it when I'm up." "When I let go..." "What are you gonna do?" "Butt-fuck everyone in the room." "You're gonna sit criss-cross applesauce." "Say it." "I'm gonna sit criss-cross apple sau- nice." "Now lean against the chair." "Hey, is there another way out of here?" "No." "You fed 'em yet today?" "It doesn't matter." "They're professionals." "Darcy:" "You might lose a couple by morning maybe a bunch." "Clark:" "Like I said, they're pros." "They earn." "You'll be compensated." "Christ." "How many people are on that list?" "Clark:" "It's 1,200 for a prospect, two for a bait dog." "No studs, no champs unless you wanna pay 20 grand a head." "Darcy:" "This might cost you your livelihood, Clark." "As long as it doesn't cost me mine, you're covered." "There are gonna be cops, so clean up the residence." "Maybe leave a roach in an ashtray." "Put Daniel on that door and bring the Van around." "Shit." "The keys." "They're with them, i guess." "I don't know." "We need them." "I got a ton of shit to do." "Go on." "This is a fire hazard." "I wouldn't put Daniel on the door." "Fine." "Plenty to do." "Where's Daniel?" "He stepped out." "I'm covering." "Everything okay?" "Meet me at the utility shed." "Darcy:" "This a new ride?" "Yeah." "Just turning it over." "I think it's getting choked." "Wrong filter." "She's a beaut." "What's up?" "Need some of the squad." "Red laces only." "Tonight?" "Darcy:" "Now." "The list." "This is everybody who knows?" "Yeah." "Including the band." "Knows what?" "Manageable." "From here on out, not a single name gets added unless they have red laces." "There's 80 people in there." "You plus four." "Give Gabe the keys in case we have to play valet." "We're losing light." "Tiger:" "You got it?" "Sam:" "Yeah." "Whoa, watch out!" "That could be asbestos." "Tiger:" "It's not asbestos." "You don't have a phone, do you?" "They took it." "Hers too." "I'm gonna search her, okay?" "Sam:" "Careful." "That one could be a live wire." "Tiger:" "It's a speaker wire." "Sam:" "What'd you find?" "Pat:" "Uh..." ""Fleischwolf"?" "Sam:" "Uh..." "Fleisch  means..." "Uh, flesh." "Or meat." "Like a  fleisch  salad." "It's German." "So "meat wolf"?" "Sam:" "Yeah." "This shit's solid." "Great." "Pat:" "There's nothing here." "Okay." "Empty out your pockets." "Come search me, faggot." "Just shoot him." "Come on." "Can I get up?" "Reece:" "On the chair." "Slowly." "Slowly." "Turn 'em out." "Come on, man." "Other one." "Oh fuck." "Good call." "Turn it out, for fuck's sake." "Pat:" "What is that?" "Give that to me." "Hand it over!" "Big Justin:" "Oops." " Wait, was that a phone?" " Pat:" "Oh, shit." "Point it-- point it at the door." "Point the gun at the door." "Sam:" "Maybe it's the police." "It's a raid." "Amber:" "Are you serious?" "Pat:" "Shh!" "Sam:" "Fuck off, Ilsa!" "Reece:" "Yo, quiet, okay?" "Justin, don't move." "Pat:" "Point the gun" "Reece:" "Nobody move." "Pat:" "Now if we get all behind" "Reece:" "Nobody talk!" "Careful now." "Smoke this." "Big Justin:" "Deal." "And if the cherry does something that you don't like..." "Shoot." "Reece:" "Thank you, Amber." "Get comfortable." "Sam:" "Pretty smart for a Nazi." "Amber:" "I'm not a Nazi." "Pat:" "How do you fall for this shit?" "Amber:" "Let's just say the people who were gonna hurt me weren't white." "Pat:" "Any of them women?" "Amber:" "It's a problem where I grew up." "Reece:" "Guys." "Pat:" "What about tonight?" "I think we got a white people" "Reece:" "Guys!" "Shh." "Amber:" "Oh, fuck you." " It looks like we tripped our main." "Our back-up gennie is fired up, but we're gonna to have to call it a day and do some troubleshooting." "We'll try again on Sunday." "No door charge." "Hell, free drinks from 2:00 to 4:00." "Those of you attending the racial advocacy workshop on Wednesday, assume it's on unless you hear otherwise." "And remember..." "This is a movement, not a party." "All right." "Stay safe!" "Godspeed." "Who hasn't smoked yet?" "All right, you guys are gonna come with me." "You're not worried they'll talk?" "They've got priorities." "Tell them the party is on us if they hole up for a couple of days." "Put this fire out first." "Grove street?" "My dope nigger stamps in case one of these meat-heads gets booked for possession." "All right." "Let's get y'all somewhere safe." "Sam:" "Treasure?" "Daylight." "Underneath." "They're moving our gear." "Yes?" "Darcy:" "Gentlemen?" "We're loading you out." "Are there cops here?" "Darcy:" "They've come and gone." "It got a little complicated." "We're so fucked." "Darcy:" "Uh, I'm getting hoarse." "Can you hear me if I speak at this volume?" "Yeah." "Yes." "Darcy:" "Good." "Um..." "And can we please elect just one voice?" "Yes." "Darcy:" "Okay." "Now, you're trapped." "That's not a threat." "It's a fact." "Well, we have a loaded gun." "That's also just a fact." "Darcy:" "Oh, we have plenty more guns on hand." "We just want you out." "Not harmed." "Now, the firearm you have is not registered." "I wanted it out of the picture before the authorities arrived, but you refused, so here we are." "Bullshit." "Yeah." "Here we are." "Darcy:" "Oh, I do apologize for my associates." "They panicked." "Yeah, no shit!" "Man, we're" "Darcy:" "Listen!" "Listen!" "No one is trying to wipe the slate clean." "Whatever you saw or did is no longer my concern." "You tell whoever you want whatever you want." "All I ask is that you understand you were held here for your own safety before you were released." "Okay." "Yes." "Thank you." "But just..." "Just to be clear..." "The police are coming back?" "Darcy:" "They've come and gone." "Well, that's what concerns us, man!" "Darcy:" "I just want that gun out of the picture." "Okay." "Reece:" "Careful, man." "Sorry." "What do we do?" "We dig through the fucking floor." "While we just wait?" "They could shoot us at any time." "Yeah, but they haven't." "How do we even know that they have guns?" "They have guns." "No question." "We're gonna trust you?" "We've got zero leverage." "Ask for a phone..." "For the gun." "All right." "What about him?" "Yeah, I mean, the minute we give it up, what if he just, like, attacks?" "Then I'll wrap him up." "Okay." "So we see what they think?" "Mm-hmm." "All right." "Uh, we'll give you the gun for a cell phone." "Darcy:" "Sorry, no." "Okay, well, how about a registered firearm?" "Darcy:" "Funny." "Justin, you alive and well?" "I'm alive." "Darcy:" "Okay, good." "Gentlemen, I hope you appreciate the situation." "Things have gone south, no doubt." "But you know if you don't hand over that gun, it won't end well." "You see..." "For all I know, i-- i come to my place of business and there is an out of town band locked in a room with an unregistered firearm." "Oh, come on!" "Darcy:" "And somebody's hurt inside there and maybe there's a hostage, too!" "So what do I do?" "Am I within my rights to intervene?" "Should I kick down the door and start shooting?" "Darcy:" "Or..." "Can we just remove the guns from the equation?" "These are my questions." "You've got 30 seconds to answer." "Okay, hold on." "Hold on." "Great." "Anyone got any smart ideas?" "Justin, get on the floor." "Get on the fuckin' floor right now." "Go." "All right." "Sam, come around here." "Slowly, I want you to take the gun from me." "Sam:" "Okay." "Reece:" "You got it?" "Sam:" "Got it." "Okay." "Nice and easy." "Play nice, and I'll be nice." "Sam:" "Please." "Don't do anything." "This is fuckin' retarded." "Pat:" "No one's saying it isn't, but we either hand over the gun or we open fire with it." "I vote for that." "You don't have a vote, okay?" "I mean we're taking chances either way, so- tiger:" "So we're fuckin' dead, guys." "At least this way, we find out if all we're doing now is buying time." "For them." "Reece:" "Amen." "At this point, I'm just fucking curious." "Okay..." "We'll give you the gun." "But we're gonna keep the ammo." "Darcy:" "Fine." "Safer for everyone." "All right, let's move this fucking couch." "Sam:" "Okay." "All right, keep still." "Okay, stand back!" "Darcy:" "You've got it." "Here we go." "Darcy:" "May I approach?" "Pat:" "No!" "No." "I'm gonna throw it." "Careful." "It was a gift." "They're killing us!" "Keep the gun!" " Get the fuck off of me!" "Okay, okay!" "Okay, okay, okay, okay!" "Fuck you!" "Tiger:" "Oh, my god!" "Keep it up!" "Pull it up!" "Oh fuck." "Yo, help me move the couch." "Reece:" "Help me move it!" "Pat:" "Oh, shit!" "This will be over soon, gentlemen." "I'll fuckin' crush you." "Reece:" "Get the box cutter!" "Get the fucking box cutter out of his hand!" "Tell me when he's out!" "Okay!" "Tiger:" "Pat!" "Pat!" "Look at me, look at me, look at me." "Shush!" "Shush!" "Shush!" "He's out." "He's out!" " Oh, fuck." "Put pressure on it!" "Put pressure!" "I know, I know, I know." "Just breathe." "Breathe." "Breathe." "Sam:" "He's not out!" "He's not out!" "You got this?" "How long does it take..." "Until we know... for sure?" "What the..." "Oh, Jesus." "Oh, Jesus." "Darcy:" "Any and all firearms," "Clark will handle it from here on." "He give you an e.T.A.?" "You said no calls." "Right." "Good." "Phones too." "What happened in there?" "Darcy:" "Set Neal up for tomorrow new drywall, pour a floor." "Tell him we had a leak." "Door with a frame, too." "What happened?" "Uh, a bit of a maelstrom tonight." "Visiting band hurt one of ours." "Daniel:" "Who?" "Emily." "Darcy:" "Maybe big Justin, too." "What the fuck are we doing then?" "Let's get in there." "We're not coming apart is what we are doing." "We're saving questions until this pig fuck is transferred off-site." "Darcy." "Okay." "Last chance if anyone needs to take a leak." "I lost the gun." "You held on longer than I would have." "Hey." "I'm going." "There's no air shaft, there's no sewer system..." "No nothing." "Tiger:" "There it is." "Sam:" "What time is it?" "It's not daylight." "It's something." "Out the way." "Tiger:" "Oh, fuck." "Look for a door." "Pat:" "Just let me know." "Hey..." "I'm sorry about your friend." "Reece:" "Shit!" "Okay, move." "Tiger:" "Fuck!" "Sam:" "Is there a lock?" "Other side, maybe." "We're burning time." "Wait, but..." "Look!" "There's-- there's ventilation!" "Reece:" "Six inch ducts." "Good luck." "Sam:" "Shouldn't we look around more?" "Reece:" "We just did!" "Go." "Go, go." "Push." "Amber:" "Heroin." "It's not about her or us." "It's a-- it's a big ass bunker." "Tiger:" "Give me your hand." "Reece:" "Big ass dead end." "Tiger:" "Give it to me." "Hold it up, up, up." "All right." "Look away, look away." "Maybe we can use this to our advantage." "Reece:" "We're done." "I'm done." "Okay?" "You can close the door behind me if you want to strategize." "We're not ready!" "What do you think they're doing out there?" "That's just it." "We don't know." "We fucking know they mean us harm!" " Sam:" "It's just that if have guns, okay, why haven't they mowed us down already?" "We can't just go missing." "They need us found." "All right." "Grab some shit and get ready to run." "Then we die." " Yeah, but the longer we wait, the surer that is." "Tiger, you ready?" "Tiger:" "Yeah, almost, man." "Pat:" "We can't take it so seriously." "We gotta..." "Treat this like paintball." "What?" "Rick silva..." "Helped organize the paintball for skate-o's bachelor party." "And we were short a few players to book the whole field, so they paired us up with these ex-marines." "And the first few rounds, these guys just..." "Tore us to shreds." "I mean, zero casualties on their side." "And I just cowered behind these trees till I got shot." "Covered in paint." "But Rick" "Reece:" "Tiger, you done?" "Okay." "Pat, you're done, too." "I'm sorry, man." "We gotta go." "That's okay." "Was that a pep talk?" "Tiger:" "Ready?" "Reece:" "Now we won't all live, but..." "I don't know." "Maybe we won't all die." "Here." "No, I'm just gonna run." "Tiger:" "I got it." "All right, fuck it." "Simon and Garfunkel." "Desert island band." "Prince." "I, uh..." "I'm still the misfits." "Reece:" "True school, man." "Are we going?" "Sam:" "Yeah." "Madonna and... slayer." "Here we go." "Watch it!" "What the fuck?" "They're letting us out." "Reece:" "How many exits are there?" "Uh, the main, the back, maybe the kitchen." "I always-- -what about windows?" "See for yourselves." "Sam:" "Fuck." "Quiet." "Oh, shit." "Should we hide?" "Uh, whatever you want, man." "Sam:" "We-- we should split up." "Totally." "Sam:" "What the fuck?" "Tiger!" " Tiger!" "Oh, shit, oh, shit." "Shit." "Oh, shit!" "Save it." "Oh, shit." "Fass!" "Fass!" "Voran!" "Fass!" "Fass!" "Hey." "They're everywhere!" "Where's Reece?" "Pat:" "It's us." "Come on." "Move." "Sam, look." "Fleischwolf." "It's a song." "It means "meat grinder."" "Clark:" "Up!" "Up!" "Soist'sbrav." "Soist'sbrav." "You're retiring him?" "Clark:" "He's worked up." "Send in another." "Send two." "Finish it." "Kill that feedback first." "And if I send in two fight dogs, what do you think they'll do?" "Send me in there." "I'll finish up." "Just give me the rules." "All right." "Blades only." "Sloppy is fine." "Try not to hit the bone." "Okay." "Darcy:" "Take Jonathan." "Brute squad." "Keep him caged until we tag out." "He breathing?" "A little bit, yeah." "Let him bleed." "Later is better for time of death." "Keys?" "No." "They're coming." "I can't do this." "Pat:" "Get back!" "Sam:" "No!" "Where's Emily?" "What the fuck are you doing?" "Hey!" "Which one did it?" "Werm did it." "Daniel:" "Bullshit." "Which one?" "What did they tell you?" "What?" "You want to know?" "You want him to know?" "Know what?" "Werm found out that she was leaving..." "But she didn't say that it was with you." ""Meat grinder."" "That song was their cue." "You should go." "Clark:" "Here we go." "This is taking too long." "Gabe?" "You didn't want Daniel on door duty." "Why?" "Nothing concrete, he and..." "And Emily..." "Little lovebirds." "Recognize this?" "No, sir." "Of course not." "You were still handing out leaflets when these boys made their bones." "It's from last easter." "Supposed to disappear after the boot party." "He just started talking." "Amber's alive saying werm did it." "Never mind that." "You..." "Werm saved us all." "Sam?" "It's okay." "I mean, it's not okay." "You didn't know either?" "Pat:" "He's with us." "Not where." "Pat:" "We gotta split." "This has a wider duct, I think." "Pat:" "We're not gonna fit through there." "Sam:" "Oh!" "Daniel, um, he can help." "Why?" "Who's he?" "A traitor." "If they don't already know, they know now." "I can get us out of here." "Wow." "A conspiracy." "No, just a cluster-fuck." "There is still blades and fangs for the visitors, but we are getting lean on time." "Now, if you have to shoot, shoot once." "If more than once, keep it a tight grouping 'cause you'll be digging the slugs out yourself." "As for Daniel and Amber, they can..." "What did we forget?" "There's a river on two sides." "The quarry's on another." "We can parallel the main road back, go for help." "Well, how do we get past the door?" "I know something you don't." "Sam:" "Good." "What?" "I know where we keep- -too slow." "Should we go?" "Now?" "We have the gun." "I guess." "Yes." "Sam:" "Yes!" "Give me two." "Easy!" "Not her!" "Don't fire!" "Clark:" "Fass!" "Fass!" "Fass!" "Sam:" "Go!" "Sam!" "Sam!" "We're never getting out." "Fuck." "You know, I'm lucky." "I guessed at least they were gonna shoot me." "Three'll do, gentlemen." "The fourth can disappear." "It's time to start the clean-up." "I'm gonna need a push broom." "This is supposed to have happened already." "Time to sprint." "All:" "Yes, sir." "Darcy:" "Well done." "Thank him." "Nearly got away from me." "Us." "Shouldn't we be panicking?" "I'm hungry." "I can't die here with you." "So don't." "You know, feel free just to..." "Hey, I want the rest of your pep talk." "Oh, no." "It no longer applies." "Oh, come on." "I'm curious." "It was paintballing..." "You were cowering..." "Yeah, Rick silva." "We were getting slaughtered by these legit Iraq vets." "It totally applies." "Full camo, thousand-dollar automatic paintball guns." "They knew real war and they played real war." "Tactics, hand signals, flanking." "Just wiped us all out." "So Rick gets fed up and says, "fuck it."" "Didn't care about getting shot." "Didn't care about taking cover." "It was hopeless, man." "So the last match, the whistle blows, and he just tears out there, full jackass, in-- in sneakers and cut-offs and he... wipes out their whole team." "Doesn't stop." "Just keeps running and laughing and shooting..." "Until they're all dead." "Pretend dead." "And we're up against real guns." "Yeah." "Either way, we can't play real war." "Let's pretend." "For you." "We're just mopping up tonight." "You already earned these." "Maybe push Neal, depending on the mess, to start looking for a new house band." "We've really gotta get back to a routine." "You think cowcatcher's gonna talk?" "I'm more worried about their habits." "Really have to stay away from that nigger dope." "There's a bad batch doing the rounds." "We're good to go." "We're set." "Darcy:" "This all hinges on nothing having happened here." "Now, let's be clear." "Clark:" "This should keep him alive for another hour." "I would consider it a personal favor if he dies with meat in his teeth." "Come on." "Come on." "Bite command is  "fass."" "It's all you'll need." "Disregard." "Just shoot who is left." "They don't have to be accounted for." "Forensics is no longer a concern." "We call this in late, all is for naught." "You guys got any 12 Gauge?" "Not in the office." "Try the bar." "How many shots you have left?" "Kyle:" "Three." "So you have one extra." "No shells." "Jonathan:" "Behind the bar." "Better get started." "Shit!" "Jonathan:" "Easy!" "Easy!" "Easy!" "No buckshot!" "Gabe:" "What's happening?" "Dog freaked." "And turn this shit off!" "I tried!" "It's not coming from our mixer." "Go!" "We got this." "And don't tell Darcy." "Or Clark." "We going?" "Yeah." "Hey!" "Pat:" "Down there, you dip-shit fashion punk clown motherfuckers!" "Turn around!" "Pat:" "Shazbot!" "What?" "What-- who is that?" "Odin himself." "Give me the shotgun." "No, I got the shotgun." "Then you go down this fucking hole." "Three shots?" "Yeah." "You hear me fire twice, you come down no matter what." "This is a trap." "Yeah, no shit." "You wanna go tell Darcy?" "He's gonna be pissed." "Watch my back." "Fuck this." "Get Gabe, man!" "We need two down here and one up there." "Who's got the nine?" "I think Alan does, but I'm not sure- -oh, fuck!" "Block it!" "Amber:" "Pat!" "He's got three shots left!" "Bitch." "Gabe!" "Pat:" "Amber!" "Yeah?" "Uh..." "Never mind!" "Amber:" "Two shots left!" "Nice fuckin' try!" "Go fuck yourself!" "Shit." "Shit." "Oh, shit!" "Amber:" "Pat!" "One shot left!" "Fuck." "Zero." "Oh, shit!" "Get off of me!" "Got him." "Totally." "Flabbergasted that motherfucker." "If I had any idea..." "Amber:" "Anymore dogs?" "People?" "No." "Not here." "They're... up the road." "I don't want to go to jail." "Does anyone know how to hotwire a car?" "No." "I'd stay off the road anyway." "Are you gonna shoot me?" "Where's werm?" "We sent him home-- -stay quiet till we're out." " It's the residents." "What are they doing?" "Something you don't want to see." "We can call the cops when we get to the orchard." "Did you see them die?" "Two." "Not the third." "I think I'm going." "You can call the cops when you get there." "If you disappear, I'll find you." "I will." "I promise." "You should go, too." "Just hedge our bets." "You got three rounds..." "And I've seen you pump a shotgun." " Fair enough." "Do you believe him?" " Shh." "Nimmfutter!" "Nimmfutter!" "Clark:" "Nimmfutter!" "Nimmfutter!" "Nimmfutter!" "Alan:" "Jesus." " Nimm futter!" "Alan:" "That ought to be enough." "Clark:" "Lasses!" "Lasses!" "Lasses!" "Soist'sbrav." "Aus." "Aus." "Wipe it down!" "Do you think they'd leave the engine on?" "Clark:" "Yeah." "It'll run the Gauge down too." "Let's call this in." "Aus." "Aus." "You got the dog?" "I got the dog." "Tie him up." "Give me your gun." "I don't have one." "I'll shoot you either way if you don't hand me one." "Throw it." "They're making it our fault." "You were trespassing." "Pat:" "It looks fishy to me." "The cloth is to make it seal." "I wouldn't do it like that." "They got my gun." "Shut up." "Clark:" "Listen" "so we're doing that?" "Why else would we walk up here?" "Pat:" "I don't know." "And I was gonna..." "Ruin the crime scene." "Oh." "I thought we'd leave a new one." "This..." "Is a nightmare." "For us all." "Tell me those stupid fucking words are his last." "Do you have a phone?" "It's funny." "You were so scary at night." "We need the police." "Tad on radio:" "Okay,I 'mtheain'trights fromWashington,D.C." "Sam on radio:" "Uh,technically,we 're fromArlington." "Tad on radio:" "Nice." "Uh,andthisis forseasidehcfm." "Reece on radio:" "Yeah,ifwe canaffordit." "Tad on radio:" "Yeah,no,Ireallydig theanaloguestyle." "Uh,whichbringsme tothefactthatyouguys arehardto find." "I know what it is." "What what is?" "My desert island band." "Tell somebody who gives a shit."