Lights Out

Be advised, we are in a bad situation

that we can't really get spots on ground.

Jimmy, hey, we're on the west side,

left-hand side of the valley, approaching one now.

Move!

Hey, Duff! Ford's been hit.

We gotta go back for him.

Let's move.

Duff, let's go! Come on!

Contact!

Let's go. Come on.

Hey. You're okay. Look at me.

Look at me. You're okay. You're okay.

I need you to breathe. Breathe.

Hey, we don't fucking die. We don't fucking die.

Thanks a lot, brother.

What can I get you, papi?

Anything cold.

Yeah, that's right.

Go ahead, deal them up.

Fuck me.

You got a problem, chief?

No, no problem here.

I was wondering if you could get one more in.

You got money, we'd be happy to take it off you.

What's the buy-in?

Two hundred dollars.

What about this?

Make room for the stranger, boys.

He just paid for a place.

Two hundred dollars. Don't spend it all at once.

I see you, and I'm all in.

Quite a poker face you have, chief.

Only face I got.

Hmm...

Just showed you my ball sack. What you gonna do?

Heh, I'm a little light.

Yeah, you are.

The fuck you think you're doing?

I'm winning.

Fucking son of a bitch. You're a fucking cheater.

Give me the watch.

Try and take it, asshole.

I think I'll just let my boys decide.

Hey!

Jesus fucking Christ!

You are a bad motherfucker.

I can't kick your ass.

I should shoot you right where you fucking stand.

I'm standing right here.

You ain't taking my bike.

You can keep the fucking bike.

I'm taking my money and I'm taking my watch.

You fucking guys are pathetic. Jesus Christ!

How you doing?

Fosco.

Yeah, that's right. It's Max. Uh-huh.

Yeah. I'm back in town, baby.

Hey, listen, let me ask you a question.

Still having that, uh, thing tomorrow?

Uh-huh.

Yeah, I'll be there.

And I'm bringing a friend with me too.

-Hey. -Hey.

I know you?

No, I, um, just wanted to--

All right, we'll go with the hard sell.

All right, look.

The name's Max.

I was in the bar last night. I saw you in action.

I gotta tell you, you got some amazing skills, my friend.

So, look, how about this?

How about you let a brother buy you breakfast

while you hear me out?

You know, some eggs, some bacon, maybe a little chorizo.

Listen...

if you don't like

what I have to say, if you're not interested,

then, hey, we can just part ways.

No harm, no foul.

Besides, breakfast is the cheapest meal of the day anyway.

I know you don't know me, but I know fighters.

And that skillset you got there could be a fucking gold mine...

if it were to be exploited by the right per--

That's a great speech, man.

I got no desire to be exploited.

-Just-- -My country did that.

All right, look, just tell me...

how much money did you make last night?

Enough.

Enough for what, hmm?

One, maybe two more nights in some shitty motel?

What if you could make enough to stay in a decent place for,

I don't know, a month? Maybe even more.

I would tell you that I'm not one for laying down roots.

There has to be something that you want, right?

Come on. Something that you need.

Everybody needs something.

I don't need anything, man.

Everything I need is right in that bag.

Well I can tell you what you're not gonna find in that bag.

Enlighten me.

An outlet.

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

I saw you last night.

More importantly, I saw that look in your face.

That look in your eyes.

You didn't just wanna choke that clown out.

You wanted to make sure he understood

that you had something

that you were trying to prove to the world--

Hey, hey, hey. Don't think that you fucking know me.

-I didn't say that I know you. -Don't.

I didn't say that I know you.

But I do know that fucking look.

It's the same look my brother had

when he came home from Afghanistan.

It was probably the same look he had

when he put that goddamn Glock in his mouth

and he squeezed the trigger.

Last night I did what I had to do. That's it.

Yeah. I understand that.

But you got a lot of anger inside you...

and if you don't find a way to let that shit out,

it's gonna eat you alive.

You're full of shit.

And if you don't get it out, that shit will eat you alive.

-Mm-hm. -Uh-huh.

You know, you are one

hard fucking sell, my friend.

I don't even know what you're selling.

Then why not let me show you?

Place your bet, you fucking motherfuckers.

You degenerate assholes. Ha-ha-ha!

Wanna tell me what the hell's going on?

This, my friend, this is your fucking outlet.

My outlet?

Is this what I think it is?

What do you want me to say, huh?

You know the first rule of fight club.

Just wait here.

-My man. -Yo, Maxie, what's up?

-Hey, brother. -How you doing, man?

Listen up, man. I need to talk to you.

He's good, I'm telling you.

Okay? Do me one solid.

All right. All right, brother.

Okay, no more bets, assholes.

No more bets, pendejos. That's it.

No more fucking bets.

Okay, come on.

Go! Get the fuck back there. Come on.

It's my fucking turn to speak. Come on.

So you all know the rules.

The guy at the hospital afterwards is the winner.

The loser is the guy at the morgue.

In a real fight, there are no fucking rules.

Are you ready? Are you ready?

Are you ready? So let's fucking fight!

Come on.

Yeah! That's right. Too slow, bitch. Come on.

Yeah, yeah?

Yeah!

Get this piece of shit out of here. Get him out.

You suck. You kidding me? Get the fuck out.

Okay, now for those who aren't already broke and destitute,

we got a special event. You know Karloff.

Karloff!

Hold on! Hold on. No! Hey, hey! Shut the fuck up.

I know some of you are eager to put your money on this guy,

on the big boy, aka Frankenstein's monster.

But you know what?

We have an unknown quantity for you

to risk your hard-earned cash on.

Today, I'm gonna give you--

Maxie, what's your boy's name?

Oh, shit. What the hell is your name, anyway?

-Come on, spit it out. -No fucking way.

-What are you talking about? -No fucking way.

Can't leave me standing here. I bought you breakfast.

-Bought me fucking breakfast? -Yeah.

Cheapest meal of the fucking day.

No harm, no foul.

No fucking way.

Oh, oh. Looks like we have ourselves a fucking pussy here.

Is that it?

Are you a wet fucking pussy? You fucking coward!

You fucking coward!

You heard me. You're a fucking coward.

You know what, guys? If he stays,

I'll give you 10-to-1 on the wet pussy.

Do your thing.

You degenerate motherfuckers.

Go get him.

-Easy fucking money, Max. -Uh-huh.

You should get your head examined.

Yeah.

Yeah! Yeah! Yes!

-Son of a bitch. -Yes! Yes! Ha, ha!