MAX (CONT'D) You want me to find her. Or you want me to clean up what she found?
MAX (CONT'D) (V.O.) — a man who’s run out of clever answers. So now I just use bullets.
MAX (CONT'D) (V.O.) The thing is — I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid of the quiet after the last shot. When the adrenaline fades and you remember: you’re still here. And so is all the same pain.