Drifter

We're taking everything.

Food... guns... bullets...

Mm-hmm.

We're taking everything.

Food... guns... bullets...

Okay.

Food... guns... bullets...

The fuck you are.

- -

What'd you say?

Is it bad?

It's not good.

See, no hospital.

Son of a bitch, come on, mother fucker.

You gotta be kidding me, let's go.

There we go!

If I never saw the sun again, I don't think I'd mind.

You mad at me?

Huh?

Your hand feels better, don't it?

A little... That really hurt.

Yeah I never said it wouldn't.

Here, drink up, here.

Drink this. Drink it.

- - I'll get it.

- Forgive me? - Yeah, I forgive you.

Rock 'n roll.

You day dreaming?

Miles?

No.

Then what the hell are you doing?

Just thinking about where we're going, that's all.

What's there to think about?

Just thinking if it's worth it, that's all.

Worth it?

I'm just saying.

Be very fucking careful about the next words outta your mouth.

Elaborate.

Elaborate?

Listen up, Miles...

...and open your goddamn ears.

Look around, what do you see?

It's a wasteland.

There are no more rules.

People do whatever they want.

It's complete chaos.

But without rules all a man has left is his pride.

And that was taken from both of us.

Maybe that man regrets what he did to our father.

But I can bet your ass he wasn't regretting shit

when he stuck that knife into his stomach and drove off.

Now I'm gonna make sure he never has a chance to regret again.

You wanna keep acting like a child and not take part?

I'll leave you in this desert right now.

With whatever the fuck's lurking out here.

Maybe that'll teach you to be a man.

Quit that shit!

You wanna be serious?

You better readjust your fucking brain cells.

Cause that shit you just said to me?

Put it to sleep, Miles.

Okay?

Come here.

You know what?

You're gonna be okay.

After all this is done... we're both gonna be okay.

All right?

I promise.

Where'd this chump find a working car?

Don't matter, I want it

Wakey, wakey.

Now get outta the car... before I blow the fuck outta you.

Nice car.

Really nice car!

Just not your lucky day dum dum.

Huh?

What happened to your hand?

All right.

Easy...

First, I'm gonna put a bullet

in that stupid fucking face of yours.

Then we're gonna steal your car.

And then my friends and I are gonna be on our merry little way.

That sound good to you buddy?

I think that's a yes, boys.

Hey, Leary. Let's take the car and go.

What?

He's good, he can't hurt us.

Let's just take the car.

I'm sorry, did you have something to fucking say?

Nah.

Disco.

Open your mouth.

- Open your fucking mouth, now. - Hey, Leary.

Come on, buddy, you're making this harder than it has to be.

- Hey, Leary! - What!

Look.

What the fuck?

Hey!

This one yours?

This little puppy!

Well, come over here and watch me put 'em to fucking sleep!

Hey, man, be cool. Be cool.

No more.

What?

Please?

Take your clothes off.

What?

Take your clothes off.

Take your fucking clothes off!

Get outta here.

Run!

You all right?

No, Dom. I ain't all right.

Miles...

Why didn't you call for me when they were attacking you?

Hmm? Why didn't you yell?

I don't know.

Lemme see you.

Miles, you've gotta learn to take care of yourself.

This can't keep happening.

What if I'm not here one day? Huh?

Well, everything happens for a reason, I believe that.

Do you?

Yup.

It's time to get you to a hospital.

Hey...

Dom?

What are you doing?

Hey, I'm talking to you.

They killed them all.

Miles, stay in the goddamn car!

Who killed who?

And they're gonna kill you, too.

- Dom... - Shut up!

What was that about?

I don't know and I don't wanna know.

Dominic...

Dominic...

Look.

Looks...

...deserted...

Hey.

My brother's hurt, he needs a doctor.

There anyone here who can do that?

I asked you a question, man.

Hey.

I can give you some food.

We have plenty.

Whaddya say?

Why'd you do that?

Put your hands up so I can see them.

Son of a bitch!

You're gonna need a morgue if you don't put your hands up right now!

- Put your hands up! - Goddamn it!

Stand up.

Kick the gun to the side.

Turn around.

Slow.

Who are you?

My brother needs a hospital.

He needs some help.

Help me get him outta the car.

Get him inside.

Here, put him here.

Give me the bucket!

What's his name?

- Miles. - Miles.

My name's Vijah... Okay?

I'm gonna help clean up your hand.

You have some debris. Okay, I'm gonna have to dig it out.

It's gonna hurt so don't scream.

Can you keep your hand over his mouth!

Very good, Miles.

You don't look like brothers.