Transcript

Gangster 1: Who the fucks are you? Chinga tu Madre!

Ganster 2: Shoot them!

Chota!

Kim: Ahead!

Damn!

Gangster 3: There!

Kim: Fuck!

Ganster 4: Hijo de puta!

Don't let them out of here!

Eddie: Fuck!

Ben: Everybody ready.

Eddie: Didn't think they'd ever stop fucking coming.

Gangster 5: Cut them off!

You're fuck . . .

Eddie: Leave some for us.

Kim: These assholes are really pissing me off!

Gangster 6: Hey, chocho! Show yourself!

Kim: Try aiming!

Gangster 6: This is it for you.

Kim: Watch out!

Eddie: You got that bitch.

Ben: Let's torch these tents.

Eddie: Whoa, that's some good shit, man.

Kim: Guerra, don't fucking inhale it.

Ben: He's already baked. Jesus. Let's just spray the tags and get the hell out of here.

Eddie: Araña was here, bitches.

Ben: Let's get back to the car before somebody sees us.

Kim: Where is that second field?

Eddie: Not far. We take that out and whatever else we can find.

Ben: Maybe they have a helipad.

Eddie: I would if I was them. Easy in, easy out.

Kim: Where the hell are we going?

Eddie: Over by the river. It's not far. From there, we have another little hike into the woods.

Gangster 7: Yo te mataria!

Gangster 8, Cut around right, man!

Gangster 9: Take the bitches out!

Get them! Don't let them go away.

Ganster 8: You aren't leaving here alive, fool.

Eddie: These pandejos are starting to piss me off.

Gangster 9: Cut them off!

Eddie: Ahead!

Gangster 9: Cut around right!

Kim: Get down!

Eddie: Say your prayers, homes. This is it for you.

Gangster 10: Watch out, man!

Kim: Down!

Eddie: Right!

Gangster 11: It's like you fit in a barrel, homes.

Kim: If we weren't watching your back, you would motherfucking dead!

You see anybody moving?

Eddie: I think the bears are going to be chilling a little early this year.

Kim: Yeah, let's get out of here before they get the munchies.

Ben: Quick!

Eddie: Get in the car!