what happened?
i think it's idiotic to continue this conversation. we're ex-cops which means we weren't great cops or even good ones.
which was a great gig until we we walked in here and started drinking.
jack, if the rumors hold and israel is really the great white whale of snitches, then the mob is looking to put all kinds of bullets into his ass and pour some serious psychotics into the mix to do just that. so what real incentive is there to track him on something as small-time as a skip trace, when it's putting you and yours in the path of severe pain and suffering and an almost certain prelude to doom.
shit, if you're on a crazy jag, why stop there, why not take fort knox with a fucking slingshot or go into hell after hitler. i like your chances a lot more.
that's already happened hoss. it's naive to think otherwise.
hollis. elmore.
yeah, we've been through that.
--jack, what am i doing? i'm standing here, aren't i? shouldn't that be enough? that i made the trip?
i been accused of worse. what do we got?
then what--
hel-- i-- ambula-- pleeeeee--
pl-- kid, st-- stop.
that your car?
you're f.b.i.?
you investigating those murders out at the lake?
three men were ambushed and shot, two died and had their bodies tossed into the lake, the other has severe hypothermia, possible dementia and will probably be a multiple amputee by week's end. if he even lives that long.
you "ain't"-- you have any idea how close to death i've been? you understand that i'm dying now? that i've survived bullets and frostbite and raging fever-- missing fingers and every fucking imaginable horror in between?
and i'm asking you now, "is that your car" and you can't even come clean and do me the decency of a straight answer, with the fucking state that i'm in!?
you shot me and murdered my friends.
and threw us into the lake.
and this is your car, isn't it?
but there were more of you?
two of 'em?
you were here huntin' a man named israel, weren't you? your name is tremor.
yes we did.  now, give me your car keys. and get the fuck out of here.
oh, fuck that.
i'll take care of it.
the ones that killed 'em.
i just want to go home man. i just want to go home and forget this fucking place even exists.
las vegas.