I'm sorry.
Got to admit, I'm impressed.
You really went all in.
Please don't kill me.
Oh, dude.
Are you still smoking?
I am not. Yeah, you are.
You got heavy, cheetah. What you been eating, huh?
You like that? I missed you.
Aww...
Did you miss that? I did.
How's track?
It's good. Your knee holding up?
Yeah. Trainer's keeping it healthy, you know?
What have you been up to, bro?
Hmm?
What's cooking, good-looking? Oh, man!
Dude, come here, come here.
Oh, man.
Still pumping shit, I see.
Oh, that truck looks good.
Hey. Hi.
Compliments to your father on the SUV.
Thank you.
How's townie life?
There she goes.
You pussies need floaties?
What's his name?
- Are we going to starve? - Maybe.
That's a nifty blade.
Did you just, like, pick that up for the trip?
Uh, no, I've had it for a while.
It says "Victor."
Just in case I try to steal it.
You always were a bit of a klepto.
It's really nice.
It's okay.
Fuck.
Dispatch to all units.
Faa reports loss of radar contact
with small plane in the vicinity of McDonald lake.
Unconfirmed reports of single parachute.
All right, all right.
Heads up. Yes. All right.
We'll both go up there, all right?
Oh, my god, here's a big one!
Okay, synchronize, synchronize.
I want to stretch.
I think I might have just pissed myself.
He's still not potty trained?
Your hands are so soft.
They're morons.
Yeah, I can see that.
Are you lost or something?
No, no, no. I'm not lost.
You all right, cheet?
Yeah, she's fine.
Do you have a cigarette by any chance?
Do you smoke...Cheet?
Do you guys smoke? Do you have any cigarettes?
No. Sorry, man. No.
Or any pain meds? Oxycontin?
No.
Okay.
Sorry to bother you.
Go easy on them, cheet.
I like his bandanna. Who was that?
Uh, just some random hiker.
Kind of sexy for an older guy.
You know, I thought i was over it.
I was just trying to do the right thing.
You know? I was trying to step up,
because that's what I'm supposed to do, but...
It's just fucking heavy, you know?
I, um...
And then you guys just left.
And I'm stuck here.
Maybe it's easy for you to just, like,
pretend like it didn't happen.
But...
Hey.
What?
Nothing. Um...Are you all right? Do you need anything?
No, yeah, I'm good. Yeah.
Do you need something? No.
Right--no, never mind.
You guys talking about your feelings?
Okay, all packed.
Hey, man, do you have any matches?
Because my balls are like snow cones right now.
Yeah, in my backpack.
The outside pocket.
All right.
Hey.
Why are you looking at me like that?
You pitched a really nice tent.
Thank you.
Ready.
One, and two.
And three. Whistle blows.
Come on, come on.
Lynn, are you going to take that?
You cheated.
Bullshit.
Lynn wins. Sucks to lose. Sorry.
Cheetah cheats again.
Shot, please. Pour me a shot.
Okay.
I'll have one too.
Make it a little easier.
Drink responsibly, shitheads.
Cheers.
- All right. - You guys ready?
I'm ready. Make sure you duck when you flip over, you know?
Okay...
- One. - You'll get it next time.
- Two. - Okay...Whoa!
Spoils to the winner. Oh, yes.
Thank you.
My one true love.
I accept my prize.
Mm-hmm.
Damn.
Oh, damn...
Watch your step.
Rude.
I'm going to go get a snack.
Did Jeff ever tell you
about the summer after seventh grade out here?
Oh, I don't know.
I think you bailed on us
for, um...What was the reason again?
Uh...
...i got my period.
Oh. Wow, right. Gross.
Fuck you, dude.
Jeff, just don't. Don't.
Give me that.
Oh, my god. Seriously?
Give me the fucking liquor.
Give me the fucking liquor, scabies.
Are you five years old?
Maybe.
Fucking great. Good work.
What's her trip, man?
Just talking shit.
You guys got all sensitive.
Should I go talk to her?
I'm sorry, bro.
I went too far.
When did you get so sensitive on me?
Can't you knock?
I am sorry
if I did something to upset you.
It's not you.
I guarantee that he would say that I don't deserve you.
I thought you wanted to keep a lid on it.
Hey.
Are you hungover?
Why didn't you just tell me?
Tell you what?
You and Jeff.
Yeah, me and Jeff what?
Jesus...
What?
Oh, my god. You know, not that you know or care,
but I've been going through, like,
a really hard time at school lately.
All I really wanted this weekend was to have fun
with my best friends, so...
You're going to crush him.
Yeah, okay.
Look what happened to us. Right, okay.
Think what you want to think.
You're always right.
You're always fucking right.
Hey! What are you doing?
Oh! Fuck.
Lynn, Lynn, Lynn.
Hey. Hey, just help me. Yeah.
Babe, is it bad?
No, it's fine.
Are you trying to ditch us?
Because I'm going to tell Vic that you can't be trusted
if that's the...
Come here.
Just keep quiet, okay?
Okay.
Babe, wouldn't it be a relief if we just told him?
Are you taking me to, like, a hidden little love spot?
Even better.
What could possibly be better?
It's fucking real.
Holy shit, Victor's going to flip.
Hey.
Let's just take it.
What, just ditch him?
I mean, there's nothing for, like, five miles, and...
It's ours.
Nice, you guys.
Okay. Eight motherfucking million, Vic.
It's stolen. You guys realize that, right?
We get back in cell range, we're calling the cops.
I want it.
You're hurt, Lynn.
Look at yourself.
Think about your scholarship. That's real.
This money isn't.
Okay, let's-- man, okay, look,
I completely understand if you're a little upset about us.
But first and foremost, we're all still friends,
so let's just talk this out and we can figure out our options.
- I have an option. - Yeah?
Go fuck yourself.
I'm not getting killed over cartel money.
Okay, dude, it's not cartel money. Come on.
I'm not fucking around, Jeff.
- Vic... - We need to go right now.
If a ranger comes, we'll act relieved,
and then we will tell them that we found it...
I found it.
Okay, Lynn found it. Whatever.
Point being is that if we don't come across anybody,
then, well...
Jesus, you guys, that is an airtight master plan.
Really, there's, like, no way that could go wrong.
Look, Vic, I get it, okay?
It's crazy and it's risky as hell,
but think about your life now, man.
You pump shit for a living.
I earn money for a living, Jeff,
something you've never had to do.
Your parents are loaded. You don't even need this.
I need it.
Need, or want?
Need.
Bullshit.
I lost my scholarship.
I have been trying to get my knee in shape for months,
and now it is terminally fucked.
So ask your mom for help.
Dude, I've been paying her tuition.
Okay, I get it.
Um...
You need this cash
so you don't have to fuck Jeff for your lunch money anymore.
Whoa, fuck you, dude!
Fucking asshole.
Okay, Vic, get... Get off me, man.
Shut up, Jeff.
He doesn't know, does he?
Of course not.
Okay, what don't I know?
Man, you almost broke my neck.
Thanks for breaking my pack.
She's with me now, all right?
She's mine.
I won.
Okay, you want to leave? Then leave.
But how do we know you're not gonna say anything about this?
I'm not gonna rat on you, Jeff.
I don't do that. I'm just out, okay?
Life is too short for this.
Well, when you start second-guessing yourself
and you want to get back in on this,
we are going to be long gone, Vic.
Don't worry about me.
Have fun in prison.
Fuck him.
Let's just go.
Dispatch to all units.
Aircraft wreckage has been located.
Unoccupied at time of impact.
Pilot wanted for embezzlement.
Approach with caution.
Dispatch, 0-5, copy that.
0-5 out.
Okay, it's perfect.
You can't see a thing.
I don't think it'll sag too much.
You sure that's going to hold?
Yeah, it'll hold.
Trust me, babe, i know what I'm doing.
We should bypass sunrise.
What? Why? We get there, we're home free.
All I have to do is call a car and we're out by lunchtime.
It's the hot party spot.
There are going to be too many eyes.
Yeah, but they'll all be way too lit.
They won't even notice us. Don't sweat it.
Jeff, how can I not sweat it?
Do you know how far the Houston launch is if we went around,
or how rough the water can get at wilden
before we even get down there?
Let's be smart about this.
Rabbit ear through the loop.
So I'll just tie a couple knots.
Snuck up on me.
Cigarette man, right?
Yeah.
You know those things aren't gonna make you feel better.
Of course they will.
What happened to you? You lose your friends?
They're idiots.
So many birds.
You need some water, man?
I don't want to be any trouble, but if you got an extra bottle.
Yeah, you look like hell.
Oh.
You got more, right?
I don't want to drink all your water.
No, you're-- you're good.
I don't know if you recycle.
Are you still pissed about what Vic said?
He's not here, so it doesn't really matter, does it?
Is it left or right?
Right.
Okay.
No, right, left... It's left.
Like, right.
It's left.
Okay, is it right or is it left?
No, no, it's right, it's right, it's right.
It's right?
This is serious. It's right?
Yes, it is right. Babe, we're good.
Okay.
Can you please not call me babe.
What happened to your friends?
I don't know, man.
Shit just got awkward, you know?
Seemed like it was time for me to go.
About a girl?
You could say that.
High school sweetheart?
You're better off, man. Trust me. It doesn't work out.
Is that so?
What's your name?
Victor.
Let me ask you a question, Vic.
What usually happens when you finally get something
that you wanted forever?
It's disappointing most of the time.
Right?
Women are the best example of that.
Jeff.
What?
Okay, just act casual.
The launch is just around the bend, and then--
Jeff.
What the fuck?
All right, i will check.
I will check the bags. Just act casual.
Jeff, the bag's ripped.
Shit.
How's it going?
You all right, goldilocks? Hey.
Uh...I just whacked my hand real hard with the oar,
and I'm just trying to cool it off, you know?
Here you go. My hero. Thank you.
Yeah, no problem.
All right, I guess I'll see you guys out there.
Thank you for the paddle, sir.
Bye.
That girl...
Cheet? Cheater?
She's got that look.
Crazy look.
When they get that look, you know it.
You're better off without them,
otherwise you end up paying somebody else's bill
sooner or later.
Be careful.
You're going to wake up one day,
you'll be married to her.
And all you want to do is get the fuck out.
But that little bitch will not behave like a reasonable man.
Trust me.
You're better off.
Let her go.
You want to wake up one day in 10 years and hear,
"you stole my youth.
"You took my 20s.
You took my 30s."
You want to hear that shit?
That's depressing.
Why are there only three?
No, no, no, no, no!
I tied a double knot. I swear to god I tied--
you saw me tie the double knot.
Oh, my god.
Lynn, I'm really sorry. I'm really, really sor...
Lynn, what are you doing? I'm making room.
Just stop fucking touching me!
Babe, are you okay?
Okay, let's just take a second, think about this.
You know that you can't make it out of here on your own.
You need me, and I need you too,
and we're in this together. Together?
Right?
You have not listened
to one word that I have said since we left.
I said, go around sunrise, and you take us to sunrise.
And then, somehow in the middle of that whole clusterfuck,
you lost $2 million.
So yeah...
There is only one person who can help us get out of this,
and as much as I fucking hate it,
it is better than going down clown shit trail with you.
You get reception up here? Barely.
Hey, what's that?
These don't get opened. I've had them for like a year.
They're stale anyways.
Like I give a fuck.
Can I have a smoke?
I can't break the plastic. It's like a willpower thing.
Are you fucking serious, man?
What kind of smoker's etiquette is that?
You have cigarettes, you give a cig--
I'm not a smoker.
You little fucker.
Cocksucking little shit.
Hey! You little fuck!
Are you okay?
Hang on, hang on, hang on. He's chasing me.
He's fucking crazy. Son, just relax. Lie down.
Just relax.
Jesus!
Fuck.
What the fuck?
Oh, my god.
Oh, man.
Look at his head.
Do you have a phone?
Give me the phone.
Well, do you want to leave him? Look at his head!
Do you want to get him help or not?
Are you fucking kidding me?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Okay?
What is this place called?
Wilder.
He knows it.
Gnarliest rapids up here.
Fuck.
Do you know where Wilder is?
You're not going to shoot me.
I might.
You know, Vic's going to still want us to turn in the money.
Do you ever remember him changing his mind?
Like, even once?
He's coming.
How many cops is he going to bring?
Well, he emoji'd a pot of gold and a devil's face,
so maybe none.
I'm telling you, I think we should just keep it me and you.
Can you just stop worrying about me and Vic?
Okay?
What did he say? He was...
He said something like...
I-i don't know the half of it, or...
What does that mean?
We fucked at the end of high school.
I got over it, he didn't.
That's what that was about.
I'm going to change.
So, what, you were going to rendezvous with them
and split up my cash?
No.
Just fucking go home.
You weren't going to take a cut?
What, are you rich?
No, I just don't want it.
So you're stupid.
Sure.
I don't get it.
You pissed?
I'm not happy.
Anything else that you're hiding?
Is that not enough?
Yeah, it's enough.
Look...
I'm sorry, okay?
What about us after all of this?
We get out of here, we're never going to see Vic again.
I don't like it either, but right now we need him.
How'd you think it was going to work out with her?
She was pregnant,
was going to have my kid.
But she ended it without even telling me.
I really wanted to get married.
Hmm.
That was not what she wanted.
Wait, you're working? How much do you make an hour?
I pump other people's shit for a living.
Minimum wage? Yeah. Minimum wage.
You really thought that was gonna be enough for miss thing?
I love that.
What are you doing out here?
You're fucking running around in the woods,
dressed like a goddamn metallica roadie.
Who are you? I like metallica.
Everybody likes metallica, but who the fuck are you?
I was just trying to get off the grid.
What does that even mean?
What do you think you're going to be able to buy?
Space.
You dropped it in the fucking river.
It's going to be okay, Vic.
We get my money,
you can take miss thing back to your one-bedroom hovel,
and you can romance her on minimum wage.
And I can go off to Thailand.
That sounds...
Sounds really, really satisfying.
Well, what are you judging it for?
I mean, I worked for that money.
I mean, I didn't-- i mean, I sort of stole it,
but I didn't steal it.
It's a capitalist economy, right?
Fucking dog eats dog.
You don't care which dog eats which dog, but people...
We're eating dogs.
Have you thought about
what taking this money actually means?
We're going to have to disappear.
Cut everyone off.
I can do that.
But your family, your parents,
that's good.
Good?
My dad is a dick.
My mom, that's--
I haven't even thought about that.
This decision is going to cut off your whole life.
And you have a good life, and you don't need this money.
Lynn, look at me.
I don't care about the money.
I care about you.
Shit.
Goddamn it. Come on, grab the gear.
Get your fucking gear on. We're going to have to go.
Hey!
Shit.
I want my money.
Wait a minute, he's not a ranger. Yeah, no fuck.
Oh, go ahead, fuck with me.
We lost one.
What do you mean, you lost one?
Just bring it up here.
Hey!
Shit!
- Go, go, go! - Get in the fucking boat!
Push! Come on, paddle.
- Go! - Vic, come on.
Go, go!
Fuck.
I'm making sure the money's okay.
I got the money!
Paddle!
Come on!
Goddamn it!
- Watch it, watch it. - Watch the rocks.
Come on.
Vic, Vic...
Where are we going to go?
Huh? Um...
McDonald lake isn't far from here.
And through the flatlands, i mean,
we could probably make it to town.
So we're going to make it?
I wouldn't fucking count on it. We need to call the cops.
That guy took my phone.
Mine's fucked.
Lynn? I... I don't fucking have mine.
Don't fuck with me, Lynn. Hey, fuck you!
Let go of my fucking bag! Hey, guys, come on.
- Take it easy. Guys come on. - Shit.
Yeah?
Fuck!
Hey! Whoa! Whoa, whoa.
- Hey! - Hey.
Ow!
Vic, take it easy, man.
- Vic, chill out. - Vic! Vic!
Stop!
We are in charge here, Vic, okay?
Yeah. Jeff, get off.
Hey! Stop it!
Stay down! Hey!
This does not get us out of here.
Okay? Take your fucking oar and row.
What...?
Whoa! Row!
Lynn, come on!
Oh, shit!
Come on, steer!
Oh, my god. That was a shot.
- Come on, come on. - Row.
Right now.
- Leave the money. - Come on, you guys.
Vic! Are you okay?
- It just grazed you. - Get up, get up!
- Get the bags. Get up! - It fucking hurts.
Get the bags!
Drop the fucking money.
I am not dropping the money!
Are you kidding me?
Hey, hey...
Aah!
Lynn!
Oh, fuck. Fuck, get away. Get away.
Is she okay?
I can run.
I can run, okay?
You're hurt, Lynn. Look at me, I'm hurt.
I will buy a new leg!
What about the rabbit hole? It's out here, isn't it?
We never even made it through when we were kids,
because you were fucking claustro--
fucker! I'm not 8 anymore, okay?
It's an old tunnel that leads out to the cement factory.
We can go there, and then we're basically
walking distance to the highway.
You want to get buried alive?
You can't even use a fucking outhouse
without having a panic attack.
Look...
I've got a plan.
Vic, go fuck yourself!
Thank you!
You are always shitting on Jeff,
trying to make yourself look like the big man.
But guess what?
You are the one dumbass out of a billion
who would pass this money up.
At least Jeff has a plan.
At least Jeff has fucking balls.
Thank you.
Hey, hey...
Just give me a second.
You guys are leaving a fucking trail.
- Look at how close he is. - Go!
I'm sorry. Put the bag on the ground.
Fuck this shit!
Let's fucking go.
Where...?
Where's Jeff?
You're here.
Lynn, I'm sorry.
You fucking took our money and left me in the dust.
He was shooting at me.
He was shooting at all of us. Would you shut up?
We're in this situation because of you.
Vic, Vic, I found it. I found it, come here.
I can't believe this.
Well, believe it.
Why do you let her do this to you, Jeff?
I'm not the one who got shot.
This is what happens
when you follow around a fucking crazy woman.
Shut up.
Hipster millennial motherfuckers.
I'll go first.
Fuck that.
Come on. I got it.
Lynn, Jesus Christ. I got it. Fuck...
Shit.
Damn it.
Guys, how much farther is it?
I'm not going to lie, man.
It's pretty far.
I don't want to die.
Just keep moving forward.
I don't want to die.
Lynn, slow the fuck down.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck.
Oh, shit.
I don't want to die.
Knife!
That was your big plan.
Getting us matching knives?
Come on, babe.
Come on, he didn't know.
What? He didn't know what?
He didn't know what? He didn't know what, Jeff?
He didn't know that you fucking...
Won me?
Fuck!
Shit!
Shit.
Fuck.
I'll go first.
Shit.
You want to go next?
Uh...
No, I'm going to--I'm going to get the rear. You...
You go.
Give me one of those. Yeah, yeah.
Hurry up.
Be right there on the other side, all right?
Oh, what the fuck am I even doing here?
I'd much rather be pumping shit.
It's tight and it stinks, but you'll fit, big guy.
Okay, Jeff, Jeff, Jeff, Jeff, Jeff.
You can do this, Jeff.
Piece of cake, brother.
Okay, okay, okay.
Hey.
Never even been tempted for a minute?
No.
You can do this, Jeff.
You...
You could have...
Anything you want.
There's nothing that I want anymore.
You are...
Such a good guy, Vic.
And where has it gotten you?
Give me a fucking break, Lynn.
We make it out of here, we're going to the cops.
Who put you in charge, hmm?
A man was killed today. I got fucking shot.
No, you got grazed.
And is going to the cops going to bring him back to life?
No.
You are just going to give up my money.
So it's yours, huh?
Yeah.
Do you want it?
No.
Jeff doesn't need it.
So, yeah, I think it's mine.
What is wrong with you?
What is wrong with me?
Do you really want to know?
When we were little...
...we were equals, right?
We were best friends.
And then...
I got my fucking period
and I grew a pair of tits.
And everything changed.
I became this thing to you guys.
This thing that you won.
This thing that you like to look at,
but you didn't really like to listen to.
If that is how you feel,
then why are you still friends with us?
Shut up!
Don't ask me why I'm with Jeff.
Don't ask me why I hate that you both want to fuck me,
because you should both know better.
Don't ask me why I am not this perfect fucking thing
that you want me to be.
And don't ask me why I have failed at everything
that I have ever wanted to do!
And stop fucking asking me
why I need this money, okay?
You patronizing dick.
Jeff!
Get my money through the damn hole,
or we are leaving you!
All right, Lynnie, get your fucking money.
I'm sure it'll solve all of your problems.
Hurry the fuck up, Jeff!
Okay.
Jeff, get my fucking money out of there,
or we're leaving you.
All right, all right, hold on.
Finally.
Jeff, it's stuck.
Wait, wait. Hold on, hold on.
Get it unstuck!
Hold on, it's around my neck.
Whoa.
Let go of it.
What? Jesus!
Come on now.
Get...Out!
That didn't sound good.
Fucking shut up.
You fucking greedy little bitch.
You...You fucking pig.
Put the money down.
Do you want your fucking money?
Where are you going?
You want your fucking money?
- Good fucking luck! - Want to keep this going?
You're gonna be stuck in there
for a long time, motherfucker.
All right.
Shit.
- Where's Jeff? - Jeff...
He's stuck.
You left him? He's...
He's freaking out. I don't know.
Go check on him.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Oh, shit.
Fuck. Fuck.
Shit.
What the fuck.
Jesus Christ. Did she fucking bury you in here?
Hi, Vic.
Jesus! Fuck!
Shit.
Hey!
Hey, if you're going to come, come.
Hurry.
Come on.
Shit.
Hurry.
Oh, god. Jesus.
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty.
Lynn?
Hey!
You are just a terrible, terrible person.
Aah! Please! Aah! Aah!
Got to admit, I'm impressed.
You really went all in.
You really leaned into it, didn't you?
You're a bad little bitch.
Please don't kill me.
Stop it.
All right, kid, where's the rest of it?
Give me a cigarette.
Hmm.
Sure.
I didn't know you smoked.
Where is it?
You know what I did for this money.
What did you do to get this money?
All sorts of horrible shit.
Yeah?
You know, they say every banker is a bandit.
Yeah.
Stop looking at me like any of this is my fault.
I know we're in a pretty fucked situation.
Don't you think?
We're in a pretty fucked situation.
So, look, you need me to find that money.
And I need that money to live.
Uh-huh. You want to make a deal?
A deal?
Sure, what do you got?
I...
Will show you where the money is...
And just give me some of it.
Just give me...
Just give me back my backpack,
and I will take you to the fucking money.
Shake hands, part ways, say no more?
And we go our separate ways, and--
never, never to be talked about again?
No. No.
Thinking maybe counter offering maybe like five grand?
Are you going to fucking insult me like that?
You really should look at yourself.
I mean, you're a mess. You're twenty--
what, 22 years old?
Entitled, bitter, angry.
You want me to fucking beg right now?
Mmm.
You want me to get on my fucking knees
and beg you to not kill me?
Please don't kill me.
I'll do anything you want me to do.
Yeah, fuck that!
Stop! Get off me!
I'm getting help.
I'm sorry.