RON: Amigos, amigos.
Peace. Peace.
- Paz, paz, paz.
- Paz. - Paz, paz. Paz.
- Shit, I think it's actually working.
- Shit!
[suspenseful music plays]
♪
Is he dead?
- [whispering]: I mean, he took a lot of bullets.
I think so.
- Oh, we got to check, we got to check, see if he's still alive.
[crow caws]
[gunshots]
He dead. He dead. - Yeah.
Yeah. - He fucking dead.
- Okay, okay, maybe if we just stay quiet,
they'll leave. - I like that plan. Yeah.
- Yeah. Yeah. DIEGO: Juan, Ortiz,
Go inside. If there's any witnesses, kill them.
- I hate that plan. Go. - We need to wait.
- Fuck. Close it, close it, close it.
Hold it, hold it.
[straining]
Hey, do we got any more real bullets?
- I checked already, they're blanks.
- What do you mean, they fucking blanks?
Is everything in here a fucking prop?
What about the knife? The knife I stabbed you with.
- Oh, it was retractable. Fake blood.
- Oh, shit!
Are you fucking kidding me?!
Shit. Go, go, go, go.
[exciting music plays]
♪
[dramatic music plays]
- Kevin?
- Yeah?
- Um, if anything happens,
and we don't get out of here alive,
I just want you to know that... - Stop.
I love you, too.
- Uh...
- Shit, you were gonna say something else, weren't you?
You gonna say it was nice knowing me?
- Yeah. - Fuck me!
We're about to die. You could have at least lied.
I mean, you been lying this entire week.
Wouldn't have made that big of a difference.
- I'm sorry. I was hired to play a role,
and they paid me a lot of money.
Like, a lot.
- You're not making it any better.
You're actually making it a lot worse. - [distant voices]
- Shh. Did you hear that? - Shit, they're coming.
Play dead. - What? No.
- They'll walk in here, they'll see that we're dead,
then they'll leave. - But how-how did we die?
- I can't hear you, I'm dying.
[suspenseful music plays]
♪
- What the...
[scraping]
[grunting]
- [both grunting]
- [screams]
- Oy. Did you hear that?
- Yeah. I think it's Ortiz.
Oh. Then what the fuck are you waiting for?!
[speaks Spanish] It's not fucking rocket science.
- [both grunting]
- Kick me, bitch? Well, kick this!
Kick me twice, shame on me.
Kick me... shoot you... [cries out]
[gunshot, casing clatters]
[gunshots]
- [both straining]
- [gasps]
- Every time I look up, you're on your fucking back.
Come on, let's get the fuck out of here.
[quiet, tense music plays]
Wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Hold it.
Okay, come on.
You think you can win a gun fight
with a Columbian drug lord?
- No. We don't have guns in England.
Didn't you say you're from North Philly?
- What are you doing? I can't take the gun like that.
Give it to me right.
- Yeah. Ron would be proud.
- Shut up, "Ron would be proud."
[British accent]: Ron would be proud.
[regular accent]: Shit!
Go, go, go, go. Go, go. Fuck. Fuck.
Oh. No.
[suspenseful music plays]
♪
- [whistles]
[whistles]
- Okay, I'm gonna create a distraction,
and then you're gonna shoot the guy.
- Yeah. - Are you ready?
- I've never been more ready in my life.
- On three. One, two...
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, don't-don't count like that.
Go the other way. Three, two... Like that. That's better for me.
- Three, two, one.
[bullet clangs on floor]
Go, go, go. - It's go time.
[growls]
Yeah, motherfucker.
Yeah, motherfucker!
[pistol clicking]
Goddamn it... [gunshots]
Fuckin' stop. I'm out! I'm out! I'm out! Fuck!
Fuck. Almost got him.
- Yeah, you did. - Yeah.
- Okay, he's reloading.
Follow me, quick. - Okay.
Wait, wait. Wait for me. Wait for me.
Damn it. I can't believe I missed his ass.
I had him. The sight.
It's got to be the sight. The sight is off...
- No, Kevin, you just can't shoot for shit.
We need to think.
There has to be something in here we can use.
- Guess what we can't use. This. It's out of bullets.
I ain't got no more bullets.
- Kevin, focus.
- It's props.
It's a bunch of fucking props over here.
[triumphant music plays]
♪
Whoop, there it is.
[suspenseful music plays]
♪
[car horn honks]
♪
DUMMY: Oh, hell no! Oh, hell no!
[distorting] Oh, hell no-no-no-no...
- Got you, motherfucker!
Oh, oh, shit.
- [laughs]
- Okay, okay, okay, okay...
- [grunting]
- Hold his ass.
Oh, you thought it was over, didn't you?
But I don't travel alone.
No. I got my friends with me.
Let me introduce you to Mr. Fuck Shit and Mr. Up.
- Kevin, shut up! - Okay. No, no, I--
I got more, but I can-- Hold him. Motherfucker...
[grunts] Shit!
I thought you had his feet!
Shit. Yeah.
We got his ass. - I got him.
- Ain't no "I" in "team." Put it up here.
Let's get out of here. Come on. Watch your step.
Watch your step. Let's go.
He kicked me right in the fucking nose,
the son of a bitch.
[exciting music playing]
♪
Run. Run.
♪
[grunts] Oh... hey...
Wait a minute. Jordan.
Jordan, slow down. It's a cliff.
It's a cliff! It's a cliff!
Oh, shit.
- Come on, we've got to go. - I can't.
I can't do that. That's too far.
I'm sorry.
- Jesus Christ, just jump.
- Just go. Go save yourself.
- No. We're both getting out of here.
Now hurry the fuck up!
♪
- Fuck.
Fuck, fuck.
Fuck. Fuck!
[exhales] Go.
Go, go, go...
Shit. Oh.
- [sighs]
- Why didn't you say you love me back?
- Uh... I don't know.
We-we're just kind of getting to know each other, and...
[gunshot] [groans]
- Say good night.