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Listen to me, lady.
You have no idea,
no idea who you're fucking with.
You bitch.
You're gonna pay for what you did.
You hear me?
Fuck.
Are you scared?
Are you frightened?
Fuck you.
Let me out of here.
Let me out.
Have you ever heard of Tony Robbins?
Yeah, if you have any interest in human psychology
whatsoever, you need to listen to Tony Robbins.
I used to think it was bullshit, to be perfectly honest,
but then one day I came across one of his tapes
at a gas station in Missouri.
This was back in the 80's when folks
still had tapes in their cars,
but the tape was talking about
what it is that makes people do
the things that they do.
It is the root of human psychology,
and it's what brought you before me tonight.
Every decision you've ever made in your poor,
pitiful little life was driven
by one of two basic human instincts,
pain and pleasure.
You see, Tony says that we as human beings
do whatever it is that we do
out of our desire to gain pleasure
or our need to avoid pain.
You steal because you're afraid of something,
coming up short on a loan or going hungry
without food on the table,
or you steal because you like the thrill.
You enjoy stealing things.
You kill people because you like killing people
or because you were told to do so
and you were too scared to say no
to the person who gave you the order.
This is an indisputable fact.
You either act out of fear
or because you seek pleasure.
It's a human thing.
There ain't no getting around it.
Which brings me to my point.
You, us, right here in this terrible moment.
You say that I don't know who you are.
That is not entirely true.
'Cause as we have just concluded,
you can only be one of two things.
You're either a coward or a demon.
A slave or a rebel.
A lion or an itty bitt pussycat.
Am I getting through to you?
Go fuck yourself.
How 'bout that?
You broke my fucking nose.
You see that?
This is who you really are.
Trying to convince me otherwise is very undemonlike.
I think I see a pussy cat.
Fuck you.
Let me go.
I swear to god.
I oughta murder your fucking family.
Jimmy, my boy.
This has been my fucking pleasure.
You have fucked with a demon queen.
Hey, for most people, the suffering of pain
is as intolerable as death itself.
The agony associated with physical, mental
or even spiritual pain
is potent enough to drive sane folks
into the edge of insanity
and throw them off the fucking cliff.
Those people are most people,
and most people seek to spend their entire life
in search of comfort,
as far as way from pain as humanly possible,
but a rare few use pain with impunity
to get those who are afraid of it to do their bidding.
For them, pain is used as a means to an end,
a tool in a mad man's toolbox.
As a responsible business owner in Port City, Michigan,
Linda is required to make weekly payments
to the local racket in order to keep her business afloat.
Needless to say, Linda has been lagging
behind on her payments,
and when a Port City business is behind on its payments,
it gets a visit from them.
Remember me?
Well, well, well,
aren't you a peach?
What's your name?
Don't talk to her.
Don't look at her.
I'm going to give you a choice.
It's not going to be an easy choice,
but it is a choice,
which is more than most people get
when they try to back out of a contract with me.
Choice number one, you pay me $50,000
and I get the fuck out of the way.
It's an easy buy out, clean, fair,
and to the point.
Choice number two, you sign over
ownership of your business to me
and in return, I will wipe the slate clean.
That means you and your daughter
will get to go home alive
and mostly unspoiled.
That brings choice number three,
I shoot you in the fucking mouth.
And cut my losses.
So what will it be?
Mr. Frank, this is Sam Barone.
I have something for you.
Ritchey.
Stop, stop crying, please.
♪ Just a little song handy ♪
♪ Wherever you go ♪
♪ Just have a small song ♪
You hungry, baby?
Yeah.
You want pancakes?
Yeah.
Blueberries?
Yeah.
You ever say anything except yeah?
Yeah.
Thank you, baby Jesus, for keeping us safe
and giving us yummy pancakes for breakfast.
Thank you for Mom and Scarlet and Dawson
and Sparkles and Uncle Billy.
And also please look after Daddy and Lily in heaven,
and make sure to tell them how much we love them
and how much we miss them.
Thank you, God, amen.
Amen.
Let's eat.
Looks good.
- Can we please... - Just start with two.
- How many? - 17.
- 17, all right. - Is that right?
Oops, that flopping all over the place.
The flapjack.
It makes sense.
Thank you, Mom.
- You are witty this morning. - I'm full of jokes.
- Yeah. - What can I say?
- Two cups of coffee already. - Yeah.
All right.
♪ I am a dead man ♪
♪ Walking ♪
♪ I see the light ♪
♪ Coming ♪
♪ It feels warm on my face ♪
♪ But I can't tell ♪
♪ It's gonna burn me down ♪
♪ Red lips and worn out books ♪
♪ Flaming lips and pinstripe ♪
♪ He's a walking, talking whiskey toting man ♪
♪ Shaping me like a fist fight ♪
♪ You make feel like a woman might ♪
♪ When the lights go down ♪
What is it?
Something red.
Mm.
Not bad.
- Mm hmm. - Not bad.
Told you.
Hey, Dawson, cut it.
What you doing?
What does it look like I'm doing?
I'm working.
What do you want?
Get me a beer.
Boy, you better step it.
Step it, go on, get out of here.
I'm gonna be telling Mom.
This is Boone's voicemail, baby.
Get excited.
♪ Charlie was a good man ♪
♪ Always came back ♪
♪ He never breathed the life ♪
Here.
♪ Things that he had ♪
Hi, let me ask you something.
What table?
Oh, I think it was five.
Hey.
Always put the table number at the bottom, okay?
Hey, what's your name?
Scarlet.
Scarlet, that's a beautiful name.
Well, if you don't mind me saying this, girl,
but you are just too fucking hot for comfort.
You know that?
Let me buy you a drink, how bout that?
You wanna have a drink with me?
Can I get a biskey, please?
A what?
Hey.
A beer and a whiskey?
Hey, look, Scarlet, don't be rude.
I'm just trying to buy you a drink.
Have a drink with me.
More the maker.
Hey.
Coming right up.
Look, I'm talking to you, huh?
Hey, let go of me.
Oh, come on.
Let fucking go of me.
Get your hands off me.
- Oh, dear. - Get...
♪ Said he's gotta impress all of the neighborhood ♪
♪ While my sis ♪
♪ Didn't wanna go and mess around ♪
♪ Pack my things ♪
♪ Left you some money in my van ♪
♪ Don't want you to hurt for anything ♪
♪ It's time to be alive ♪
Hey, thanks.
Don't mention it.
Whatcha having?
Same old.
Cowboy Joe?
Cowboy Joe.
♪ I've been going all night ♪
♪ Let me go till ♪
That was awesome.
What?
That guy, you kicked his ass.
No, hardly.
I just showed him where the door was.
You looking after your mama?
Yeah.
Your sisters?
Always look after family, kid.
Family always comes first.
You got it?
Yeah, got it.
You giving me lip, boy?
What if I am?
Can I see it?
See what?
Sweet, let me hold it.
Yeah.
You wanna see an ass whooping,
the day I let you hold it
is the day your mama gonna whoop my ass to death with it.
I'd rather not.
Hey, Dawson, go out back and watch Munchkin for a bit.
Not now.
Mom.
All right, okay, Jesus, hold your horses.
Jo.
Hey, wake up.
What?
You all right?
I'm fine.
What?
Nothing.
I talked to Doris.
She been asking about you.
You know, one of these days,
you're gonna have to actually say something to her.
Hey there, howdy, folks?
This guy again, really?
Do not knock him, he plays for tips.
Yeah, and he drinks like a camel
and I gotta haul his ass home.
Yeah, but it's funny.
Says you.
Howdy.
Oh, shit, what am I looking at?
This here goes out to all you fine ladies
here in the house tonight.
Yeah.
♪ In constant sorrow ♪
♪ Well, I've been born ♪
♪ I am a man of constant sorrow ♪
♪ I've seen trouble o'er my days ♪
♪ I've bid farewell ♪
♪ To old Kentucky ♪
♪ The place where I was born and raised ♪
All right, come on.
Out this way.
All right, where you going?
No, no, we're going this way, see that?
Stay, stay, okay.
Here we go, we got stairs.
One, two, okay, right, come on,
right over here.
This way.
Yep, almost there.
Thank you, my lady.
Okay.
Hey, hey, what are you doing?
- Ow. - Get in there.
Watch your head.
I love you, Charlotte.
It's Scarlet.
Drunky.
All right, bye now.
I love you, Charlotte.
- Okay. - Bye, bye, baby.
- Bye. - Bye bye.
I'm sorry, fellas, we're closed.
Excuse me.
Scotch, on the rocks.
We don't serve drinks here after one, it's the law.
Do I look like a guy who gives a fuck about the law?
Now give me a drink before I lose my temper.
Hey.
I'm calling the cops.
Hey, put it down.
Put it down.
Okay.
That's my boy, Jimmy.
He doesn't blink,
and I'd hate to see you get on his bad side.
Now I'm gonna ask you again, scotch on the rocks.
Another.
What's your name, kitty cat?
Scarlet, my name's Scarlet.
Scarlet, sure.
Well, Scarlet, you're in luck.
We're here to hurt you.
Here to have a little chat with the owner.
Where can I find him?
Here.
Well, well, hello, Dolly.
There a problem here?
You know who I am?
Should I?
Hey, Jimmy.
Looks like we got us a hard ass here.
Seems that way.
Now you listen to me, Blondie.
We didn't come here to hurt you.
No.
Came here to talk to you, that's all.
But if you smart me like that again,
I'm gonna have to get real nasty with you.
What do you want?
That your office back there?
Now why don't you and I go back there
and have ourselves a little chat, more private.
Whatever it is you're selling, I ain't buying it,
so I'm gonna ask you nicely,
get the fuck out of my bar.
You're asking me to leave.
Is that what you're saying?
Jimmy, look at the time.
I guess we better be going, huh?
You have a problem with me, huh?
You gonna give me trouble, bitch?
Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?
Do you have the slightest goddamn idea
who you're fucking with?
Now you and I are going back there
and we're gonna talk business.
So I don't have to drag you by your pretty blonde hair
right in front of your fucking daughter
and beat you to death.
You understand me?
Fuck, Moma, Moma.
Drop it.
Get up.
I'm gonna kick you now.
Fuck you!
Fuck.
Fuck you.
Motherfucker, fuck you.
Fuck you.
Wake up.
Mama.
You.
What the fuck?
I don't feel so good.
Do I look okay?
Listen to me, wake up.
Mama.
Who are you?
What are you doing here?
You're in trouble now,
you silly fucking hill Billy.
Fuck.
Answer the question, please.
You can't shoot me.
I can't?
You can't fucking shoot me.
Think I just did.
- You know who I am, huh? - No.
Do you have any fucking idea, do you?
Why don't you tell me?
My name is Jimmy Marcone, asshole.
Never heard of you.
Google it, fuck you, Google it.
Fuck you.
I have a fucking Crimepedia page about me,
who the fuck are you?
No, no, no, no.
Fuck, goddammit, stop it, stop it,
stop fucking shooting me, man.
Stop lying to me.
I ain't fucking lying.
I'm gonna have to put another hole in you.
I ain't lying.
What you gonna do with him?
We can't let him go.
You know what will happen if we do.
Hello, hello.
I need to get to a hospital.
I'm bleeding to death over here.
Come on.
Damned if you do.
Damned if I don't.
Listen to me, lady.
You have no idea,
no idea who you're fucking with.
I say we tie these monkeys up,
bag 'em, seal 'em, I'll drive 'em down the river.
You stay here and take care of the rest of this mess, yeah?
To my bright and talented star,
may you keep shining forever,
love Dad.
It's getting late.
You get some sleep.
Goodnight.
I saw you.
In the monitor.
What?
I saw what you did to that guy.
Momo.
They were bad guys, right?
Yes.
Yes, they were.
Hello?
Oh, it's you.
June bug.
How you been, sis?
I've missed you, you know that?
The girls have been asking about you.
May's been talking about you.
How's Moon?
Come home.
Okay.
The Brady Bunch.
Uh uh.
- What? - No.
What?
The Brady Bunch, that's a T, baby, not a B.
Now go on, try again.
What you gotta pick?
A B.
That's right, go on.
B.
Beevis and Butthead.
How do you know what that is?
What she say?
Beevis and Butthead.
Baby, baby, are you okay, are you hurt?
Baby, baby, do you remember that game
that we play when the wind gets angry outside?
Take it.
What are you doing?
Take it.
You remember that game.
You wanna play that game with me right now?
Yeah, the tornado game?
Okay, I need you to put your hands over your ears
and I want you to close your eyes.
Can you do that for Mommy?
Can you do that for Mommy right now?
Yeah.
Good girl, good girl.
May, May.
Daddy!
No!
- No, no. - Mommy!
No.
- Lily, Lily, no, don't. - No.
No, get off.
Get off.
No!
No.
No, no, no.
No, no.
No.
No, no.
No.
No, no, no.
No.
You motherfucker.
I hear we own a new bar up on Conson Road.
Sure do.
What happened?
She wanted out.
Did you call Mr. Frank?
Sure did.
Ah, good.
You did really good, Sammy.
I hear about that Gary Simms fella, too.
Blew his fucking brains out.
It's amazing, ain't it?
All we gotta do is knock on the door
and they blast themselves out of the way.
What the fuck are you laughing at?
Nothing, boss, sorry.
How's the wife?
She's good.
That's a rhetorical question, fucker.
I don't give a shit.
Okay, no fucking around.
Let's cut straight to the chase here, fellas.
Time's a wasting.
I got a job for you.
It's a bar, a small, family owned joint,
at least, I think it's family owned.
Who the hell knows with a name like Pickings.
I sent Momo and Jimmy down there to shake 'em down,
show them how we do things around our neck of the woods.
They're gone.
Who's gone?
Momo and Jimmy.
Gone.
Gone how?
What are you a fucking wiseguy, huh?
What do you mean how?
They're gone.
Missing, disappeared.
They're not answering their phones.
Their wives keep calling me up
asking where they are.
I got jobs piling up.
The phone's ringing off the fucking hook.
They're gone, vanished, vapored.
Should I paint you a picture?
Oh shit.
Yep.
You can say that again.
But hey, anything could happen to them.
They could have been snatched up by some cops,
or abducted by aliens for all we know.
Shit happens.
What if it's another family?
Family?
Family.
What fucking family's gonna come here?
We're in the middle of butt fuck nowhere.
Halfway across the country from any city
worth working in.
This is Port fucking City.
I say we...
What the fuck are you doing?
Do you know why I put these balls up here?
Do you know why I put these here?
You don't know why I put these here, right?
Don't you touch my fucking balls.
They're my balls.
You keep your hands off my balls.
You understand, me?
You cocksucker, come over here.
Come here right now.
Stand right here.
Leo.
Don't you fucking Leo, me.
Come here and get what's coming to you,
or keep standing there like a snail,
and I'm gonna put one right between your fucking teeth.
I ain't gonna say it again, asshole.
One, two.
Closer, step closer.
Right here, you see where I'm pointing?
This spot, step, step, closer, closer,
come on, come on, closer.
You see where I'm pointing?
Don't let me ask you again.
Closer, right here, right on this spot,
right where I'm pointing.
You son of a bitch.
Stop it, stop crying, go over there.
Over there, near the pole.
What are you limping for, you fucking moron?
I hit you in the face?
Turn around, turn around, face the pole,
I don't wanna look at you.
Fucking clown.
Sammy, boy.
I'm gonna need you to take care of this problem for me.
I want you to go down there
and see what you can find out for me.
Do a little snooping around.
I wanna know who these people are.
I wanna know who they're working for,
and I wanna know where the fuck are my goddamn boys?
But most importantly, I want that bar, Sammy, understood?
Good morning.
How'd you sleep?
Okay.
Just okay?
Yeah, Sparkles snores a lot.
He does, doesn't he?
You know who else snores a lot?
You.
I don't snore.
- Yes, you do. - No, I don't.
You sound like a little piggy, like.
No, that's Sparkles.
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
Thank you.
- Happy birthday. - Thanks.
Grab some of this.
Emma, go give this to your uncle Boone.
Don't take no for an answer.
No for an answer, whisper, whisper, whisper.
Uncle Boone, this is for you.
Put it on.
Oh, no thanks, munchkin, I'm good.
Please Uncle Boonie.
That's beautiful.
- Fashion. - Good job, Emma.
All right, presents.
It's present time.
It's the best time of the year.
What is this?
Can I do it now?
- Can I open them? - Yes.
- You sure? - Yes.
Oh my good, Emma.
These are beautiful.
Thank you so much, oh my gosh.
Me too.
Yay.
Oh, look at that.
- That is... - Oh, I love it.
- You like it? - Thank you.
- That's pretty. - Really.
- Thank you so much. - You're welcome.
I have a big surprise for you as well.
It's at the bar, under my desk in a pretty little box.
♪ Troubling ♪
♪ Got trouble on my mind ♪
♪ Troubling ♪
♪ Growing up takes time ♪
♪ On and on ♪
♪ Doing the best I can ♪
♪ Rolling so long ♪
♪ Try to understand ♪
♪ Gets colder and darker the older you get ♪
♪ The day's getting longer before the sun sets ♪
♪ And I ain't done with this one yet ♪
♪ Follow my shadow wherever it goes ♪
♪ Walking in circles, I step on my own soul ♪
♪ Where we're all going nobody knows ♪
♪ Left or right, I still got by ♪
♪ You know how it goes ♪
♪ Out of mind out of sight ♪
♪ I ain't dying here tonight ♪
♪ Still got time to make things right ♪
♪ Still got time, it's all right ♪
Scarlet, I want you to have this.
No.
Scarlet.
Mom, I don't want it, put it away, please.
This can save more than just your life, okay?
You need to take it
and you need to keep it with you.
I don't want anything to do with that.
I'm not taking it.
Do you understand the situation that we're in?
Do you?
Take it.
No.
I'm not like you, Mom.
And I don't wanna be like you, okay?
I'm not a violent person.
That's not in me, that's not a part of who I am.
If that's you, that's your business,
but that is not a part of my story.
Don't give me a fucking gun for my fucking birthday.
You hold your tongue.
I am gonna say this one more time.
You take it.
No.
Scarlet.
Mom.
I'm not taking it, why is that
so hard for you to understand?
You weren't around for the consequences of your actions.
I was.
You didn't see the other side of it, I did.
You didn't have to go to Dad's funeral, okay?
I did.
You didn't have to identify Lily's dead body.
- Scarlet, that is enough. - I did.
That is enough.
You didn't have to explain to Emma
why her mommy was in a fucking coma.
Guess what, I did.
Scarlet, that is enough, thank you.
Happy birthday, Scarlet.
Seriously.
♪ There ain't no grave can hold my body down ♪
You mind if I join you?
By all means.
♪ Round round round ♪
♪ There ain't no grave can hold my body down ♪
Holy shit.
What's in that?
I call it motherfucker.
♪ There ain't no grave can hold my body down ♪
Oh boy.
♪ Look down yonder Gabriel ♪
♪ Put your feet on the land and see ♪
♪ But Gabriel don't you blow your trumpet ♪
♪ Util you hear it from me ♪
♪ There ain't no grave ♪
I talked to Scarlet if you...
I'll talk to Scarlet if you want me to.
I don't know what much good it'll do.
Her whole life, her mother taught her nonviolence,
no guns.
Then all the sudden, you come in there,
let me guess, you just rolled up on her.
You said, "Here Scarlet, you take this gun now.
"You take this gun, you just might have
"to shoot someone in their face."
No, no, no.
Bang, bang, Scarlet.
- Okay, no. - Bang, bang.
She hates me, no you should have seen her.
She doesn't.
She hates me.
Let me guess, you just rolled up on her.
Said, "Hey, Scarlet, here's a gun.
"You just might have to shoot someone in their face."
You are so dumb.
You are so funny.
Excuse me, can I bother you for a light?
Yeah, sure.
Thank you.
Don't mention it.
Dawson.
Dawson, what are you doing?
Nothing.
All right, that's fine, let's go, Mom's waiting.
Come here, baby.
My name is Jo Lee Haywood
and in the spring of 1982, I murdered my father.
His name was Jesse M. Pickin,
and he was a fucking drunk,
and doing what fucking drunks do,
Jesse would often drink himself to death
and resort to violence.
Unprovoked, unnecessary violence.
After nearly killing my mother in a drunken stroke of rage,
Jesse M. Pickin had finally met his end,
at the hands of his three baby daughters.
Doris, May, and me.
Collectively referred to as the three dames.
Broke but ambitious, my sisters and I
decided to go into business for ourselves,
robbing banks,
robbing people,
and sometimes, murder.
Five years later, and our name became a brand.
My sisters and I were in charge
of the largest Dixie mafia in the great state of Tennessee.
But this all changed the day I met him.
One day, our car was stopped on our way back home
from a weekend with our youngest daughter, Lily.
Jake, the baker, Lando,
a local crime boss who wanted to make a name for himself
decided to build his brand as the man
who took down the three sisters,
the infamous Dame's Gang.
That dame was me.
He decided to put an end to my life
and take my family away from me.
After four months in a coma, I awoke.
I snuck into my own house like a thief
in the middle of the night,
grabbed what's left of my family and fled,
600 miles north to what then was considered
the small boom town of Port City, Michigan.
I bought a house in the suburbs,
opened a neighborhood bar with my daughter, Scarlet,
and worked as hard as I could to start my life anew.
Eventually my brother Boone followed suit.
As for the man who tried to kill me,
like old Jesse before him,
Jake, the baker, Lando met his end
by the hands of the two Dame sisters,
May and Doris.
Dawson, come on, let's go, Mom's waiting.
What are you doing?
Nothing.
What is that doing in here?
Dawson, what is that doing in here?
I found it, I wanted to read it.
Where did you find it?
Mom's room.
And you thought you could just take it?
Yeah.
Why?
Because I wanted to read it.
Well, it wasn't for you to read.
What made you think you could just walk into Mom's room
and steal her journal, what's the matter with you?
Give it to me.
Did you read it?
All of it?
Scarlet.
Dawson.
Move it.
- Let's go. - Come on, move it.
Jesus.
I have to go potty.
Oh.
I'll take her.
No, no, stay here with Dawson, here.
Hurry, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick.
Look, Dawson, I'm sorry for yelling at you.
Don't worry about it.
I deserved it.
Well, I took care of it, all right?
It's fine, I'm not gonna rat you out.
Thanks.
So Mom's kind of a badass, ain't she?
Yeah, that's...
That's one way of looking at it.
It's gonna be all right, okay?
Let me take a look at you.
You okay?
Okay.
No.
♪ Faith in God, I don't know ♪
♪ Asked him why he said no ♪
♪ Have you ever been so alone ♪
♪ And dressed up for Sunday ♪
♪ They bow their heads for some day ♪
♪ Have you ever questioned ♪
♪ I know ♪
♪ We count our daily blessing ♪
♪ Forgiving when trespassings ♪
♪ The emptiness is lasting ♪
♪ So long ♪
♪ Amen ♪
To my bright and talented star,
may you keep shining forever.
Love, Dad.
Hello, June bug.
Long time, no see.
Who did this to you?
Hello, Jo.
Who is this?
I think you know who this is.
I think you know who I'm working for,
and I think you know why I'm calling.
You have her?
You have my daughter?
You and I are gonna have ourselves a little meeting.
Your bar, midnight.
If I see a cop, she dies.
If I see a gun, she dies.
If I see your hill Billy redneck cow fucking brother,
she dies.
You give me what I want,
and I will give you your little darling back.
I wanna talk to her.
I wanna talk to my daughter.
You put her on the line.
Do it.
Midnight.
♪ Wrecker ♪
♪ Bite the bullet, baby ♪
♪ We are gonna all bend the knees ♪
♪ Locked and loaded, won't you pour me a glass of gasoline ♪
♪ Set me on fire, yeah ♪
♪ Set me on fire ♪
♪ Me ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Go ahead and pull the bang, bang down on my knees ♪
♪ Down on my knees ♪
♪ Set me on fire ♪
♪ Now they say whatever doesn't kill you ♪
♪ Will only make you stronger ♪
♪ But I say whatever doesn't kill me ♪
♪ It better run ♪
♪ Bite the bullet baby ♪
♪ We are gonna all bend the knees ♪
♪ Locked and loaded, won't you pour me a glass of gasoline ♪
♪ And set me on fire ♪
Pain.
For most people, the suffering of pain
is as intolerable as death itself.
The agony associated with physical, mental
or even spiritual pain is potent enough
to drive sane folks into the edge of insanity
and throw them off the fucking cliff.
But I am not most people.
Pain runs through my veins.
It has poisoned my blood.
I've got the scars to show it.
Good evening.
Check her.
With pleasure.
Spread 'em, spread 'em.
She's clean.
Oh, my eye.
Fuck me.
That wasn't very nice.
Where's my daughter?
All in good time.
Take a seat.
I'd rather stand.
I don't give a shit what you'd rather.
Take a seat.
Sit the fuck down.
Two men entered your bar to have a little chat with you,
they never made it out.
Where are they?
I don't know.
You just broke a very important rule.
You lied to me.
I'm gonna ask you again, two men, where are they?
Nicky.
Yeah, boss?
You got the girl with you?
Yes, sir.
Good.
Let her rip.
No, no, no, no.
Get her up, put her on the chair.
Look at you.
Goddamn, girl.
You got a lot of fight in you.
I just want to see my daughter.
First thing's first.
We're gonna make a little phone call.
Mr. Frank, this is Sam Barone.
I have something for you.
Hey, guess what?
It's for you.
Good evening.
I'm going to ask you some questions.
I need you to answer them straight and to the point.
If you fail to provide me with a reasonable response,
or allude to any issue you may presently have
with this conversation, we'll be forced to stop
and start the process over again, understood?
Yes.
Okay.
Your full name, please.
Address.
Phone number.
And your social security number.
Now I'm obligated by law
to read you the following terms and conditions.
It's a standard transfer of ownership agreement.
It'll take a few minutes.
At the end, if you agree, please say I agree.
I agree.
Yes.
Thank you.
You got what you want.
Now where's my daughter?
Bring her in.
Mom, Mom.
Don't you fucking move.
You got what you want.
Now you let her go.
There's one thing I want,
just for my own fucking satisfaction.
Get on your knees or the bitch gets it.
Now.
Got too much fucking pride, you smug bitch.
I wanna see you cry.
I want you to give me everything you got.
I want you to fucking beg me
not to put a bullet through her pretty, little head.
I'm gonna give you 30 seconds to convince me, go.
Do not touch my baby.
That was weak.
Please do not touch my baby.
- Come on. - Do not hurt her.
20 seconds.
- Do not, do not touch her. - Come on.
- Jesus Christ. - Do not hurt her.
- This is weak. - Please do not hurt her.
- She does not love you. - Let get go.
- Come on. - Let her go.
- You let her go. - 15 seconds.
Please let her go, let her go, please.
Please let her go, please.
- Six. - Please let her go, please.
- Five, four, three. - Please, please.
Please let her go, please.
Beg me not to shoot this bitch.
Please, please.
You want me to fucking shoot this bitch?
Please.
Then you fucking beg me.
Please.
Please don't hurt her, please.
Please don't hurt my baby, please.
Please.
Please do not kill my baby, please.
Please.
Now you two get the fuck out of here.
Go.
Oh, and wave goodbye to your bar.
Or should I say my bar.
- Run, baby, run. - What?
Oh and enjoy the ride home
to your fucking farm or wherever it is you came from.
Run.
This is the way it's gonna go down.
You don't make a move until I know that she's safe.
And if you have to choose,
you choose her.
That understood?
May?
Yes, ma'am.
Run.
Get 'em, get her.
Oh shit.
Fucking bitch.
You're gonna fucking pay.
You're gonna fucking pay for this.
Sure.
You got my voice on a recording somewhere.
You got my signature on a piece of paper,
but the only problem is,
it ain't my bar.
I can't legally sell you something I don't own, can I?
So when your friend, Mr. Frank,
tries to change the name on that title,
he's gonna be in for a little surprise.
Mr. DeVito, we have a problem.
The title to this bar is hidden in a small box
in my office,
wrapped in a pretty little ribbon
with a card next to it that reads,
"You deserve this, baby.
"Happy birthday."
I gave it to my daughter, Scarlet.
It's her name on the title, not mine.
It seems to me that you don't own shit, Sammy boy.
Who the fuck are you people?
You come into my place of business.
You threaten my family.
You kidnapped my daughter.
You murdered my son.
It's for you.
What the fuck are you doing?
Who the fuck are you?
Are you scared?
Are you frightened?
It's okay if you are.
Folks like you, they say, "I ain't scared of no girl."
Your boy Jimmy, your boy Momo, Sam,
whoever the fuck, they all said the same thing.
But when you put a gun to their head,
when you are just about to squeeze that trigger,
human instinct kicks in,
and they start crying,
and they start shaking,
and they get real, real scared.
Pickings.
You got some pair of balls on you, lady.
Pulling a stunt like that.
Well, Jo.
I can't say that it's a pleasure to finally meet you
considering the circumstances.
Please, don't take offense.
You better do what you came here to do.
I ain't got all day, toots.
Fuck you.
Yeah.
Pretty much.
Fuck you, too.
They say that whatever doesn't kill you
makes you stronger.
I'm the living proof of that,
and I've got the scars to show it.
Every scar you carry,
every bad memory is an indication
of how strong you actually are.
How much you've endured,
and how against all odds, you survived.
People say you need to forget about the bad things,
forget the painful memories, let them go.
But if you do that,
you lost the value of the scar.
The pain was suffered but nothing gained.
Fear overtook you and the scar you carry
has made you weaker, not stronger.
You just gotta realize that some scars will never heal.
Some memories will burn forever.
But when you see them, when you feel them,
you gotta smile.
You've endured.
You survived.
♪ When she was a child ♪
♪ She was a little wild ♪
♪ She didn't play with toys ♪
♪ She wouldn't look at boys ♪
♪ She had a way of her own ♪
♪ Now she's up in Rome ♪
♪ Oh, boy, nothing's gonna save you ♪
♪ Oh, Lord, praise the one that made you ♪
♪ Oh child, holy water tremble ♪
♪ You know when the night is coming for you ♪
♪ Ain't nothing stops the sooner from the later ♪
♪ So light the way on the wrong road ♪
♪ Hold tight, baby, that's the way it goes ♪
♪ Now they call her a lady ♪
♪ The noise that made her crazy ♪
♪ Still the guests when on by ♪
♪ So did her alibi ♪
♪ She got some kids of her own ♪
♪ Now they're up and grown ♪
♪ Look now, devil's got you running ♪
♪ From what, baby are you stumbling ♪
♪ Don't wait, death is such a gamble ♪
♪ You know when the night is coming for you ♪
♪ Ain't nothing stops the sooner or the later ♪
♪ So light the way on the wrong road ♪
♪ Hold tight, baby, that's the way it goes ♪
♪ Don't pick a fight ♪
♪ With a dog who bites ♪
♪ She gonna leave a mark where ♪
♪ She tear you apart there ♪
♪ You're such a fool ♪
♪ You're just so cruel ♪
♪ Wake up, sit and pray ♪
♪ Live another day ♪
♪ You know, when the night is coming for you ♪
♪ Ain't nothing stops the sooner from the later ♪
♪ So light the way on the wrong road ♪
♪ Hold tight, baby that's the way it goes ♪
♪ The way it goes ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
66 D two.
That a whip?
I don't have a cell phone.
I realize that.
Sorry, hold on one second, sorry.
I'm sorry.
May may, you're a lot little piece of video, ain't you?
Hi, the name's Therese.
So nice to meet you, I'm new in town.
Single, not married or anything.
Oh, single, ready to mingle.
I like wine.
What do you say you get me a glass of it, huh?
All right, then good, let's just cut the bull here.
I am not wearing any socks
and I got the panties to match it
if you know what I mean.
God, why did I just say that, oh, no.
Oh, but then again, I am at that age
where, I guess, you meet someone,
so I don't know.
What do you say, you and I will just, God dang it.
Cut.
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