When twisted travellers Salas and his heavily pregnant and emotionally less-than-stable wife Wendy are forced off their land by a multinational conglomerate, they refuse to go quietly. They may just be “the little guy”, but they want what they are owed. No more. No less. It is the principal.
It is a matter of pride.
On their way forward, they must first go back, returning to a world they turned their backs on – a world in which people would rather take videos on Snapchat than help the poor fucker who fell over on the street. It strikes them as no place to raise a kid. Faced by a world of middlemen and complacent corporate clerks, justice will be hard to come by, and their growing sense of frustration (not to mention Wendy’s growing baby bump...) will send them over the edge.
As the body count rises, they will realise that in their quest to get their house back they risk losing their home. Because what is a home really but the ones that you love? And to lose sight of that really is to let those suited fucknuts win...