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- Who the f*** are you?

- I'm just looking for a friend.

- Really?

- Yes.

Is this your friend?

Sh*t.

What the f***?!

Hey, hey, hey.

Go f***ing die! Go die!

F*** you!

Sir!

Sir!

Hang in there, sir.

Relax, kid. Easy now.

Please, sir. Sir! Just hang in there.

Sir!

Get him.

Damn.

What the f*** is this place?

Damn.

So, this is your hideout?

Pretty cool.

But why bring the little kid, too?

She's useless! What's the point?

You know what your boss, Lee, told me?

Just bring the guy that he asked...

You talk too much.

Where's the little girl?!

POLICE:

Hey.

Please focus.

Romli, local resident.

He your relation?

A friend.

Okay, a friend.

Now, tell me, what happened?

My friend was in the bus.

She was with them.

Those dead people, you mean?

Yes, sir. But I didn't find her.

She's a doctor from Jakarta,

her name's Ailin.

- Ailin.

- Yeah.

So, who killed those people then?

Go on, tell me.

Sir, you have to believe me.

I have to find my friend.

I have to find Ailin.

Out.

It's... just us now.

- See?

- Yes.

Stop bullshitting me.

Or else I'll throw you

in the f***ing brig.

If you know anything about me,

then go right ahead!

Do whatever you want!

But I don't have time for this.

Hey. Easy, easy. Relax.

Since you insist on being innocent...

Okay, look at this.

Do you recognize him? You know him?

Let me refresh your memory with a story.

This story might sound familiar to you.

Ishmael.

There was once a rumor...

about a mysterious young man.

Every time he appears,

he leaves a scene of massacre

that turns the whole beach blood red.

Children, none older than 6 or 10,

would disappear as well.

Do you want to know

what happened to those children?

Those children grew up.

They were bred to become smugglers...

plunderers...

and killers.

Imagine that.

These brats have a stranglehold

on this island.

Sons of b*tches.

Everyone of them willing to die...

for their mysterious

terrorist master.

Now, one has to wonder.

Who is this person?

Even amongst criminals,

he's a terrifying figure.

Few who live to tell the tale...

refer to him simply as "Lee."

What's it got to do with me?

Two months ago...

we hit the jackpot.

Right out of the blue,

we found Lee,

sitting out in the open.

Unarmed. Unguarded.

Imagine that.

Crazy.

But you see, Ishmael.

- It gets even crazier...

- You haven't answered my question.

What do you say now, scum?

Listen, I really don't know...

Turn the lights back on!

What the f*** is going on?

Who are you?

I am...

Come on, let's go.

Turn the power back on.

Abdi...

Three.

Four.

Hiding? Where the f*** are you?

I still wanna play.

Ah, f***. Not bad...

Bro.

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