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[tense music playing]
[seagulls squawking]
[brake creaks]
[Thug] I was-- I was about nine or ten.
My old man made me fight this older kid
in the neighborhood.
He said I was a pussy.
And if I didn't want to be a pussy my whole life,
I needed to kick this kid's ass.
So...
I beat the kid up.
Beat him to a pulp.
[refrigerator door rattles open]
[suspenseful music plays]
[ice cubes clattering]
[liquid splashing]
[♪]
He told me I might not be a pussy, after all.
[♪]
[loud whirring]
[indistinct chatter]
I've got some product coming in from New York the next few days.
Need a nice white face to pick it up and deliver it when the time comes.
What kind of product?
[chuckles] Okay.
Look, I need to know what the fuck we're bringing up.
No, you ain't fixing to ask me specifics about my product, are you?
Didn't mean to offend you.
No, no. Don't tell me what you meant. I fucking heard your ass.
Okay. Okay.
I'm sorry.
[Diego] Hey, don't come here acting
like you've got some fucking weight behind your ass.
You know the fucking drill.
You gonna take the fucking job or you're not.
How's that number?
[Kyle] Looks about right.
[Diego speaking indistinctly]
[indistinct shouting]
The fuck did you get that relic?
I inherited him from my old man.
A fucking throwback, right there.
Does it talk?
[Kyle] This dude was the real deal back in the day, man.
Was, ain't is, homes.
Homie past his sell-by date.
Somebody tell this fuckpig
that if he don't stop staring at me
I'm gonna have to break his shoulders.
In the present tense.
[chuckling]
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Take it easy, man.
That motherfucker still got some game, huh?
I like him.
So we got a deal or what?
Deal.
Dude, you really need to not be saying shit like that.
You know who those guys are?
[Thug] Somebody had to say something.
Never seen anyone backpedal so fast.
[Kyle] Hey! Who's the fucking boss here?
You want to be a boss one day,
you got to start acting like one.
[car door closes]
[engine humming]
You really need that to find your way home?
No, but my nav system
has real-time traffic pattern algorithms.
Y-you can't smoke in here.
Algorithms... [mutters]
That blow's gonna kill you, you know that?
[chuckles]
You think I'm a tool, don't you?
No, kid. I don't think you're a tool.
You're just green is all.
There he is.
So, the kid bargained a good price?
Ah, he got an okay price.
So, he shit the bed?
I would have been scared too at his age, boss.
You know, when he managed to get his degree from BC,
I wanted him to go to law school.
He had other ideas.
He wants to be a tough guy, like you.
You know, he set this whole deal up himself.
He's trying to prove to everybody he's a shot caller.
- What do you think? - That ain't none of my business.
[Charlie] I'm not sure he's ever gonna be ready, you know.
He's just not cut out for it, like you and me.
He just needs some time, Mister...
[Charlie] You forget my fucking name again?
You forget my fucking name?
I've-- I've been having trouble sleeping.
I get these headaches.
[Charlie] All right.
Just make sure the kid doesn't fuck this one up.
[people chattering in background]
[Bobby] Hey, there he is.
Like clockwork.
[Bobby] What, are you late with the rent again?
You got anything or not?
[Kiko] I've got a hot kid that could use some sparring.
I don't fucking need that.
[punches thudding]
[young boxer grunts]
- [punch thuds] - [loud whooshing]
[lights buzzing]
[lights click and buzzing]
You okay?
Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine.
What'd you think of the mick?
Uh, he-- he can punch, he's got some juice.
Bit mouthy.
Ain't you forgetting something?
Oh.
[ice cubes clattering]
[announcer on TV indistinct]
[Thug] Hey.
Tilda says only single shots
and to cut you off at three drinks.
[Thug] I don't see Tilda. Do you?
[announcer on TV continues indistinct]
- [woman] You can't touch a lady like that! - [man] Crazy bitch!
[woman] Who the fuck you calling a crazy bitch?
You can't touch a motherfuckin' lady like that!
- [man] What did I tell-- - [woman] I don't give a fuck.
[man] You're gonna put me in a bad mood.
Fuck you! I will kill you! I will fuck you up, bitch!
- You're gonna fuck me? - [woman] Yeah, bitch ass!
- [man] You out of your mind? - [woman] No.
- [man] Fuck, you bit me! - Hey!
[man] You know what happens when I get in a bad mood.
- Hey! - [woman] Or what?
- You want me to put my fucking hands on you? - Hey!
[Thug] Come on, pal. Take it outside.
What'd you say to me?
I said take it outside.
Get the fuck out of here. Go back to your drink.
[man groans in pain]
Hey, you killed him!
[Thug] He ain't dead. He's just stupid.
Hey! Hey, asshole!
Look lady, I don't want no trouble.
You knocked out my boyfriend and you don't want no trouble?
He had it coming.
Okay, maybe he had it coming.
But who's gonna walk me home?
Easy, babe, easy! Easy.
No need to be so rough.
We'll get there soon enough.
Promise.
Ah, easy!
Ea-sy.
[whispering] Ea-sy.
Ea-sy.
Easy.
[indistinct shouting outside]
[Thug] How you get any sleep living here?
[drunk man shouting]
I like the noise.
I mean, that drunk guy, he screams, like, every night,
so it's like music to me.
I hate silence.
I gathered that back at the bar.
[woman chuckles]
- Silence reminds me of home. - [police siren wailing]
Where's that?
[woman] Wellesley.
Wellesley? Really?
[woman] Yeah, the good part, big house on Cliff Road.
And I was a good girl, too.
Yeah? What the hell happened to you?
Ugh...
[drunk man shouting indistinctly]
[woman] Yo, Larry, shut the fuck up! I've got company.
[Larry] Congratulations, have a nice evening!
[woman] Woah! [chuckling]
See, you couldn't do that in Wellesley.
I guess not.
[woman sighs]
- Get out. - What?
- Lupe? - Yeah.
That's my name.
You're kidding me.
It's not my real name, it's my nickname.
Actually, it's not even my nickname.
When I was at school, they called me Loopy 'cause I was so fucking crazy.
It was kind of close, right?
That's trippy, don't you think?
Yeah, must be fate.
So who is she?
Oh, some whore.
That's not nice.
Listen, she charged me ten bucks,
so I don't know what else you would call her.
I thought I was in love.
Got her name tattooed on my hand, went back to show her...
she was shagging two of my friends.
That was the end of that.
That's fucking romantic, is what that is.
[horn playing in distance]
[waves lapping]
[high-pitched ringing]
[high-pitched ringing continues]
[huffing]
[phone ringing, vibrating]
Yeah, boss?
[Charlie] I need you to go to Dr. Gruber's,
pick something up for me.
- Uh-huh. - [Charlie] You remember the address, right?
[Thug] Of course, I do.
[line hangs up]
[indistinct chatter]
[Dr. Gruber] Those are the bombers. 30 mills.
They're all sealed.
[Thug] That's what you said last time.
Hey, man, they were sealed.
Any tampering happened, that was on the other end.
You sell this shit, you've got to put your name on it, doc.
Any blanks in this batch--
Okay, okay, I get it.
I'll let 'em go for 15.
Okay, man. 12.
I don't have time for this shit, doc.
Fine. Ten.
Let me ask you something.
I, uh, I've been having some memory issues lately.
[Dr. Gruber] Like what?
Forgetting names and directions. Shit like that.
How bad is it?
I forgot where I lived for a few minutes this morning.
It's not the first time.
[Dr. Gruber] It's not good. It's not good at all.
You should get that checked out.
[rap music playing over speaker]
[sounds distort]
[sighs deeply]
[door opens, closes]
[neurologist] Good afternoon.
Hey.
Okay.
Have you heard of CTE?
Stands for Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy.
Lots of football players and boxers develop it.
- Too many blows to the head. - Punch drunk.
That's what they used to call it.
Have you sustained multiple concussions over the course of your life?
[Thug] You could say that.
Starting at what age?
I don't know.
First one was probably around six or seven.
Maybe younger.
So, this took place at home?
Just tell me what I got
and what I need to take to get better.
There is no treatment.
No drugs.
And it's a fairly advanced case.
Do you have anyone?
Wife?
Kids?
No. I-- I don't know.
I've-- I've got a couple of kids.
Why?
In the next couple of years,
you can expect a fairly sharp decline.
Eventually, you won't be able to care for yourself.
[laughs] Bullshit.
- [neurologist] I know it's hard. - Listen, you don't know me.
Just tell me how long I have.
Until you're incapacitated? I-- I can't predict that.
[Thug] Just tell me, how long do I have?
I don't know.
A couple of years at the most.
Could be sooner.
[dull rumbling]
[clock ticking]
[somber music playing]
[seagulls squawking]
[tires skidding]
[breathing heavily]
[gun clattering]
[gun clicking]
[engine rumbling]
- [woman over phone] Hello? - [Thug] Hello, Daisy.
[Daisy] Dad?
Is something wrong?
- [Thug] No. - [Daisy] Did someone die or something?
I-- I just wanted to say hello.
[Daisy] Are you drunk?
[Thug] No!
[Daisy] What the hell do you want then?
Can I come by and see you?
[Daisy] Uh, fuck no.
Okay. Okay. I-- I didn't mean to bother you.
[Daisy] No, I don't want to see you.
We have nothing to talk about.
I've got an okay thing going on right now.
And I don't need you or anyone else
fucking it up for me.
Uh-huh.
Okay.
Have you heard from...
um, my-- my son?
[Daisy] Your son? You mean Colin?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Colin.
You-- you have his number?
I-- I want to go see him.
[Daisy] Colin's dead.
[Thug] What?
When?
[Daisy] Almost two years ago.
But--
What--
Why-- why didn't anybody tell me?
[Daisy] Why would they, Dad?
You didn't even remember his fucking name.
Where-- where is he buried?
[glass clinking]
Colin, Colin.
Colin.
Colin, Colin.
[somber music playing]
[slurping]
Fucking idiot.
Colin.
[leaves rustling]
[♪]
You should take better fucking care of this place!
[engine rumbling]
[handbrake rattling]
[knocking on door]
[kids shouting indistinctly]
I thought I told you not to come.
[Thug] Just wanted to see you.
Okay. Well, you saw me.
You can fuck off now, Dad.
Excuse me.
This is un-fucking-believable.
And to invite you and your family to dinner.
And why on earth would I want to do that?
[door creaks open]
[Thug] Hi, sweetie.
I'm your grandfather.
[Daisy] Get your butt back inside.
[door shuts closed]
[Thug] Why are you-- why are you selling the house?
You really think I can afford to buy a house?
I rent it. The owner died
and his kids are selling it out from under us.
[Thug] Are you working?
- I'm dancing. - [Thug] Stripping?
No, I joined the fucking Bolshoi.
[boy] Hey, hey, hey. Hey, Mom!
Hi.
Um, this is your grandfather.
Hey.
So, you're the boxer?
Was.
You-- you play for Dorchester?
- Newton. - [Thug] Newton?
They have a football team?
He punched out the Dorchester coach's son,
and they kicked him off the team.
- [Thug laughs] - It's not funny.
I don't even want him playing football.
You've got to go clean up.
I could smell you coming from a mile away.
- Smell this! - Goodbye.
[door shuts closed]
What, did you find Jesus or something?
I just want to explain.
Uh, you-- you don't understand.
No, that's just it. I do understand.
You were a fucking asshole to us.
Just like my babies' daddies are assholes.
Just like your dad was an asshole.
And his dad, and on and on.
Back to the asshole caveman that spawned you all.
It's a fucking family curse.
The curse of the asshole father.
The dinner, just think about it, yeah?
Okay. I thought about it.
Fuck off.
[snoring]
[waves lapping]
[glass clinking]
- [wind howling] - [waves crashing]
Dad?
Yeah.
- I thought you were dead. - Nah.
It don't work that way.
Are you still mad?
Nah, I ain't mad no more, kid.
We gonna fish?
Nah.
Where are we going?
[Thug's dad] You'll see.
I don't see any land.
Enjoy the ride. There'll be land soon enough.
- [Thug] Promise? - I promise.
[distant guitar playing]
What is that sound?
It's a guitar.
It's in the engine.
[♪]
[music fades]
[Thug grunts softly]
[muffled guitar playing]
[guitar music getting louder]
[car horns honking]
[woman] Yo!
Yo, you lost?
Come on!
Yeah, you're the boy our parents warned us about.
- [Thug] And look at you now. - [woman] Mm-hm. [laughs]
What do you do?
What, you a gangster?
Huh, you a gangster?
Were you born without a filter,
or is that something you have to work at?
Ah, whatever.
No, I-- It's all just a bunch of boo-boo.
- Boo-boo? - [woman] Well, you know.
You know, like, boo-boo just means, like...
some weak ass bullshit.
Life ain't weak.
Life's a shitstorm.
But it sure as hell ain't a bunch of boo-boo.
[woman] Wow.
So deep!
I feel like I need to run. Let's race!
- Come on, let's race! - [Thug] No.
Oh, whoa, whoa, okay. Soccer knee, soccer knee.
- How about backwards race? - [Thug] That's even worse.
- What? - [Thug] It's worse.
- Come on! - Stop it, there's people looking.
Oh, they gonna look, all right. Come on!
What, you gonna buy me a Guinness?
I'll make 'em stop looking if you buy me a Guinness.
Come on, you gangster, boo-boo!
[Thug] Hey, where's the screaming drunk?
[woman chuckles]
It's too early for him. He's the closing act.
[accordion music playing in background]
[Thug] What are these bumps in your tattoos?
Scars.
Cigarette burns.
When life gives you lemons, you make flowers.
Who did this to you?
[woman] Some asshole.
I don't want to talk about it.
[commotion in background]
[distant scream]
[shouting in distance]
Hmm.
I see you got your own scars.
Yeah, well, who doesn't?
How'd you get those?
[Thug] Uh, some asshole.
Where you going?
Have to go to New York.
- [woman] You not gonna kiss me goodbye? - No.
I don't have time for that.
Hm. Quite the sweet talker you are.
[mysterious music playing]
[woman sighs]
[muffled] Hey.
Hey! You deaf?
What?
I asked, how much longer I stay on I-90?
Why aren't you using your "gorithm"?
Yeah, very funny, smart-ass.
You said you've been to New York like a million times, so...
What's the best way to get there?
Did you-- did you forget?
No.
- [Kyle chuckles] - Go ahead. Use your toy.
Yeah, I think you forgot how to get there.
- Bullshit. - [Kyle chuckles]
[♪]
- [car horns honking] - [people chattering]
[Kyle] It's at northeast corner.
- Where should I park? - Make a loop.
What are you looking for?
Anything that doesn't fit.
Keep driving.
Slower. Slower.
[Kyle] Is that us?
[♪]
Yeah.
- I'll see you back in Boston. - Hey, no, no, no.
- I'm coming with you. - [scoffs]
- No, it's not happening. - Jeez, what is wrong with you?
Pop said he wants me to learn the business from the bottom up.
Remember?
[Thug] I got news for you.
This business is all done on the bottom.
[keys jangle]
I want to know what's back there.
No, you don't.
On jobs like this, you got to learn not to look.
Just do your business. And look the other way.
Cops.
Fuck.
- Just be cool. - Oh, shit!
[Kyle breathing heavily]
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Do me a favor and get on the floor.
- What? - Get on the floor.
Why?
When this guy passes us,
he's gonna take a good long look.
And I don't need him seeing you shit your pants.
No, I'm-- I'm-- I'm cool, I'm cool.
[Thug] You're not. Do me a favor, get down.
- [Kyle] Fuck, fuck, fuck! - Get on the fucking--
No, I'm not getting on the fucking floor.
Hey, stop.
- Get down, get down! - [Kyle] Let me up!
- Get down and stay there, stay down. - Ow!
[Thug] Stay down!
[tense music plays]
[Kyle groans]
This is fucking bullshit, man.
I'm telling Pop what you just did to me.
You mean, saving your ass?
I'm getting sick of the lack of respect
that you've been showing me.
They don't just hand that shit out, son.
You've got to earn it.
[snorts]
And I know you're talking shit to my old man about me.
Trying to hold me back.
That rocket fuel's making you paranoid.
[dramatic music plays]
[speaking Spanish]
If it ain't the dinosaur!
Hey, fuckpig, where do you want this?
[Gamberro] Just take it around back, Jurassic Park.
What are you smirking at?
[men shout distantly]
What are you doing? Don't get out.
Those guys don't want us seeing what's back there.
You afraid of that guy?
Just stay put.
- [men shout distantly] - [equipment thuds]
[Gamberro] Get her! Let's go!
Holy shit...
[Gamberro speaking Spanish]
[girl speaking Spanish]
- No, no, get away! - [Gamberro speaking Spanish]
- [girls sobbing] No! - [grunts with effort]
- [girl screams] No! - Get that shit back off there.
[girl sobbing and yelling]
[Gamberro] Shut her the fuck up!
- [girl shouts in Spanish] - [Gamberro] Shut her up!
[girl screams hysterically]
- [girls screams] - [man speaks Spanish]
[girl screaming hysterically]
[kids shouting]
All right, here we go, Number Four!
Here we go. You got this!
Come on, Dre! Knock him on his ass!
[spectators cheering]
Come on, Dre. Get up off the ground.
Come on, focus! Come on, you've got this.
All right, all right. Here we go, here we go!
[Coach] Hit it, hit it!
Don't like him playing football, huh?
Do you mind?
Free country.
Jesus, he's playing terrible.
Come on!
Hit somebody!
Please tell me that's not a beer in there.
Here we go! Yeah, Dre! That's my boy!
- [Referee] Touchdown! Touchdown! - [whistle blows]
All right, let's do it again!
Okay, excuse me, where's my little Patriots player?
Give me a hug. Oh, my God.
You are so good! I am so proud of you.
- [Dre] Thank you, Mom. - [Daisy] Yeah, all right.
We've got to go pick up Katie.
You looked good out there.
Ah, I did okay.
Oh, here's something for you.
[Dre mutters]
That's my old reel.
It's a Pflueger.
It ain't for the heavy-duty deep-sea stuff, but...
it'll be good for what you need.
- But I don't fish. - It doesn't matter.
What do you say?
Well, thank you.
All right, we've got to go get Katie.
But you said I could stay and watch the next game with my friends.
I did? Fine. Just be home by dinner.
- Okay, bye, Mom. - Okay.
Bye, I love you.
Didn't the court say you couldn't hang out in parks?
Take it easy.
Yo, Dre! There you are.
- I want to go with my friends. - You're riding home with me.
- Wait. - I promised your mom.
Come on.
I have a question for you.
Why did you punch that coach's son out?
[sighs] He cheap-shotted me.
Sometimes, you've just got to walk away.
Mom says you were in prison.
What for?
Not walking away.
I've done so much stupid shit in my life,
I can't even tell you.
Are you still doing stupid shit?
Mom said you probably were.
What else did your mom tell you?
That you--
That you ran out on your family.
Is it true?
What was boxing like?
[mellow music plays]
[Kiko] What are you doing here? It ain't the end of the month!
This is my grandson.
I want him to take a look around.
You want to be a boxer like your grandfather?
Eh, I don't really know.
Hey, this guy, back in the day,
if he punched you, your fucking ancestors would feel it.
You think I'm joking?
Make yourself at home, kid.
Hey. Watch these two.
Which one's better?
They both look good to me.
Watch their footwork.
Just their footwork.
The guy on the right has more power.
But watch the girl.
She's coming at him from five different angles.
Moving, sticking, getting out of there.
See what I mean?
Calm, controlled, moving fast.
Okay, now start punching.
Two lefts. Left!
Right. Don't stay still.
I'm gonna hit you if you stay still.
Left, right. Left, right.
That's it. Don't stay still.
Don't stay still, that's it.
Back over this way.
Keep moving.
Good job!
There you go!
You're a natural, kid.
[♪]
Hey!
Don't tell your mom I took you to the gym.
You afraid of her?
Damn right, I am.
Me, too.
[sighs]
- [Thug snores softly] - [waves lapping]
[wave crashes]
The water's really cold.
[Thug's Dad] On top it is.
But not down deep.
Did you go to the bottom?
[Thug's Dad] Sure, I did.
Is that where guys like us belong?
[Thug's Dad] Yeah.
[girl speaking Spanish]
No!
[thunder rumbles]
[Thug's Dad] Just don't think about it.
Hey!
Just don't think about it.
Do like I taught you.
Look the other way...
and enjoy the music.
[quiet music plays]
[Thug] He used to take me fishing every Sunday.
Every single Sunday.
Just me and him.
I wasn't allowed to set foot in that boat
if he wasn't with me.
He gets arrested this one Saturday night.
And we can't raise the money to bail him out until Monday.
So, I figured I would take the boat out, and...
he'd never find out about it.
Oh, but he found out.
He never took me fishing again.
It was the one thing we loved doing together.
And he took it away to punish me.
[razor buzzing]
[religious song plays over speakers]
[speaking Spanish]
[Gamberro] Jurassic Park!
What are you doing here on a Sunday?
You got some girls here, right?
I thought maybe I'd take a look.
[both laugh]
You're a dirty old dinosaur, homie!
We got Viagra too, if you need it.
Come on, OG.
Hey!
I've got to give you props, viejo.
You delivered us a good crop, right here.
All right, now!
Lovely ladies. Smile for me!
Hmm?
[rap music plays quietly]
Hey, come here.
Come on. Smile.
Ooh!
Trouble, ah, come. She's my favorite.
Whole lotta trouble right here, if you like that kind of stuff...
[Gamberro chuckles]
Smile.
[speaking Spanish]
That's good.
[all chattering quietly]
[upbeat music plays over speakers]
[patrons and sex workers moaning]
No, no, no.
[woman moaning]
I don't--
I don't know why I'm here.
Do-- do-- do you have family in the US?
Familia?
You want me to call?
[speaking Spanish]
They know?
[speaking Spanish]
How much?
[speaking Spanish]
20-- 20,000, and they let you go?
I will be free.
Fuck...
I can't help you.
[speaking Spanish]
[sighs tearfully]
[tense music plays]
[phone ringing]
- Yeah? - [Charlie over phone] Okay.
The Priest can meet you after mass.
Got it.
[Charlie] Get the whole nut, right? No excuses.
[engine whirring loudly]
[church bells tolling]
[ominous music plays]
[engine accelerates]
[Thug] Hey, father! What's the rush?
Fucking idiot.
[car idling]
Huh.
I...
I don't know what I was thinking. Uh...
It's all there. 20,000.
Don't want to know where you got this.
This'll buy you another month.
- [priest exhales sharply] - Hey, father.
Do you still take confession?
I don't have that kind of time. I'll see you next month.
[gunshot booms]
[shooter 1] Shit!
[car door slams]
[footsteps approaching]
[shooter 1] I shot a fucking priest.
[shooter 2] So, where's our guy?
[shooter 1] He must still be in there.
[footsteps approaching]
[metal truck step clangs]
[footsteps thud, growing louder]
[shooter 1 grunting]
Oh!
Oh! Fuck!
[body thuds]
[gun safety clicks off]
[shooter 2 grunting]
[body thuds]
- [gunshot bangs] - [glass shattering]
- [tires screech] - [horn honks]
[car idling]
Who the fuck are you? Do I know you?
Who hired you?
Fuck you.
You're gonna kill me either way.
Let me tell you what's gonna happen.
You'll be dead in a few minutes.
And I'm gonna find out where you live.
I'm guessing I'm gonna find someone there.
Maybe your girl.
[whimpers]
He's a big motherfucker.
Big spider tat on his neck.
He said you'd be hard to kill.
[church bells tolling]
[haunting music plays]
[car engine revs]
[♪]
[smooth jazz music plays inside]
You don't think these guys were there to get the 20 grand, do you?
It's not what the guy told me.
You owe anybody any money?
Nothing worth that kind of attention.
Revenge?
Now, that's a long list.
So, who the fuck are these guys?
Ah, it's just some fucking amateurs.
You know, I'm starting to worry about you a little bit.
You worried now?
Nice work.
[car engine revs]
[car horn blares]
Hey!
- Hey, what up, bud? - You shouldn't be here.
- Oh, yeah, why not? - Just go home.
[laughs] So why don't you park by your house?
I like my privacy.
I come all the way out here to see you, and this is the greeting I get?
How do you even know where I live?
I went through your wallet the other day.
I know, that sounded a little crazy out loud, right?
[laughs] Come on!
Cute place!
It's a shitty rental.
There's-- there's nothing to do here.
[woman] Well, we can watch TV.
It doesn't work.
[woman] How about some music?
[Thug] I don't have music.
- [woman] Everybody's got music. - I don't.
Those aren't mine.
Okay, they're mine.
Did you notice that I have memory problems?
Yeah.
But I just thought you were an alcoholic.
I am.
[both laugh]
- I'm a real prize. - [woman laughs]
It's sure quiet here.
You know my son I told you about?
- [woman] The one who died? - Yeah.
He overdosed on heroin.
I'm sorry.
He was gay.
Did that bother you?
I don't know.
I guess so, yeah.
Maybe if I'd been around more when he was growing up...
things would've been different.
[woman sighs]
So what, you think you're so fucking macho,
it's just gonna rub off on him?
Shit don't work like that.
We aren't gonna end well, you and me.
You know that, right?
Yeah, we're like that scene in the movies
where the gasoline...
moves slowly...
towards the flame.
Yeah, sooner or later...
[imitates explosion booming]
But not tonight.
[gentle guitar music]
[♪]
[woman] Hey!
It's me.
Yeah, I know.
[woman] What are you doing?
Listening to that guy playing the guitar.
What guitar?
He-- he was just playing. Didn't you hear him?
No.
You're hearing things.
I'm taking my daughter and her kids out to dinner on Friday night.
I want you to come with me.
You sure about that?
Yeah. I'm sure.
[quiet hum of chatter]
Oh!
[sighs]
[chuckles]
You look nice.
I need a drink.
"Oh, why, thank you. You look lovely, too."
Hey! Can I get a drink?
[waiter] Sure.
Uh, double bourbon, rocks.
- What kind? - The cheap kind.
And for the lady?
Uh, just a glass of water, please.
Calm down, Sally, they'll be here!
It's all good. Come on.
[drumming fingers on table]
They aren't coming. They aren't coming.
Maybe-- maybe I-- maybe I gave her the wrong address.
Shit, I must've given them the wrong address.
[waiter] I'm sorry, but I simply cannot hold this table any longer.
Fuck off!
- Excuse me? - I said, fuck off!
And who says "simply cannot?"
No one talks like that.
[waiter] Would you speak to our manager?
No, no, no! That's not necessary.
- Yeah-- - [Thug] No!
- Okay. - No, no!
Hey, hey, okay--
What the fuck are you looking at?
Huh? High-end motherfuckers!
Hey. Okay.
We were supposed to-- Hey, hey, hey!
Let's just go home.
Where's the person we were supposed to meet?
Daisy.
- Daisy? - Yeah...
What a-- what about Colin?
Colin couldn't make it.
Daisy?
Yeah, your daughter.
My daughter's not coming, is she?
No, I don't think she's going to be able to--
I gave her the wrong address.
- What-- what-- my-- - Hm?
My-- my daughter's not coming, is she?
No, she's not coming.
What-- what's her name?
Your daughter's name is Daisy, baby.
[snoring softly]
[doors creak]
[muffled conversation]
[grunts softly]
[groans]
[water running]
[muffled hum of conversation]
W-- what--
What the hell's happening here?
Why didn't you tell me you were sick?
You told her?
[woman] Yeah. I called her last night.
I mean, I thought, you know, you were--
- You fucking told her? - [Daisy] Hey!
Yeah, she should know.
Get out of my house!
[Daisy] Dad, stop. She didn't mean anything.
Get out, or I'll throw you out. Crazy fucking bitch!
[Daisy] Cut it out!
So, you want to hit me?
You want to hit me? Okay.
Okay, fucking hit me. Hit me, you fucking pussy. I know you want to.
[Daisy] Dre, get back in the car.
Dre! Please! Go get in the car right now.
Go!
[tense music plays]
[door slams shut]
[woman sighs heavily]
- [door slams shut] - [Daisy sighs]
I didn't want you to know.
Yeah, okay, well, she didn't deserve that.
Fuck.
Yeah.
Why-- why didn't you come to dinner last night?
Says the guy who walked away, and never came back.
[whispering] Fuck.
I've got to go pack, 'cause now we've got to be out in two days.
Where-- where will you go?
I'll figure it out.
Is there-- is there anything I can do?
[Daisy laughs joylessly]
I can, uh, take care of myself.
Are you gonna get treatment?
I don't know.
Well, you got a doctor?
I did. That bitch can't help me.
Christ.
Hey.
You need my help to find a new doctor?
Why-- why would you do that?
Well, if you need my help, let me know.
Life's a shitstorm, isn't it?
[snores]
[choking snores]
[eerie music plays]
[loud whooshing]
[shivering]
- [woman screams] - [distorted noises]
[laughter echoing]
[waves crashing]
Uh, what's her name?
What's her fucking name?
Fuck.
Yeah.
Maybe-- maybe my son.
He's dead. Yeah, he was a big dude.
Dude, dude...
He had-- had...
Ta-- ta-- tattoo, tattoo.
Big-- big dude, tattoo...
Big dude, tattoo-- tattoo on-- on his neck.
I can't remember.
You fuckin' idiot! You fuckin' idiot, fuck you!
Big dude. Fuck you. Tattoo!
Tattoo! Fuck you! Fuck you!
Fuck you!
[loud thuds]
Fuck you, you, you!
[panting]
Here comes the packing train! Choo-choo!
Thank you. Keep it coming.
Choo-choo! [imitates train rattling]
Train is leaving the station.
[imitates train rattling]
What?
Um, I need to talk to Dre.
All right.
[Thug] Hey.
Can we talk?
Dre, I...
It's hard.
Life-- life-- life is hard.
Mm-hmm.
I, uh...
What you saw yesterday...
my anger...
What I'm saying is don't be like that.
Don't be like me.
[somber music plays]
[Thug] Fucking idiot.
40,000 dollars.
It's, uh, it's for a down payment on a house...
For my daughter, Daisy.
Mr. Connor, I know that's a lot of money...
I'm willing to pay whatever interest you decide on.
Mr. Connor...
So, Mr. Connor...
I-- I know 40-- 40,000 is a lot of money, but...
I've been working for you for 30 years.
30 long years. And...
Mr. Connor?
Have a seat.
- Who's, uh... - [Kyle] He works for me.
So, uh--
I saw Dr. Gruber yesterday.
He came by for his Oxy money.
[Thug] Okay.
He said something about
you maybe having some sort of brain disease or something.
He said I might.
I mean, I-- I can't even put into words how sorry I am--
Get to the point.
I have to let you go.
Let me go?
[laughs] Boss!
It's-- it's me! I'm fine.
Please.
What about the other day?
The-- the-- the shooters?
I got all your money.
[Charlie] What's your phone number?
[mumbles]
617...
[Charlie] What's your address?
[Kyle] "Gee, SpongeBob, I don't know--"
- [Charlie] Kyle! - [Kyle] No, fuck this guy!
[Charlie] I'm sorry.
I can't have somebody in your condition working for me.
It's just too risky.
So, that's it?
After 30 years?
[Charlie] Afraid so.
This-- this doesn't make sense, boss.
Come on, man. Let's not prolong this.
[Kyle] The door's over there.
Or do you need directions?
- First day on the job? - Yeah.
You...
you hired those guys to kill me.
Did you know about this?
Look...
you just walk away, all right?
There'll be no repercussions.
I like repercussions.
Open your safe.
[Charlie] There's no winning here for you.
Open your fucking safe!
You're fucking crazy. Hey!
- [Kyle] No! - Hey!
Don't kill him! Don't kill him!
Don't kill him, all right?
I'm opening the safe.
[safe opens]
[Kyle screaming]
- [Kyle sobbing] - [Thug] Back up!
Fill the bag up.
And the guns.
I came in here to ask you for a favor.
And you get rid of me like I'm dogshit
on the bottom of your fucking shoe.
Come on, man.
I mean, isn't the money enough? Can't you--
Can't you just walk away?
Yeah...
Can you make me a promise?
The kid stays alive.
Sit down.
All right.
[gunshot]
[Kyle sobbing]
[door buzzes]
What's the fucking emergency I had to rush down here in the middle of the night for?
Like you have anything better to do.
I was playing poker.
I've seen you play cards. I did you a favor.
Jesus. You going on a shooting spree?
Maybe.
This is for you.
You've got my attention.
Can you get a cashier's check for 70 grand?
Sure.
I want you to put a down payment on this house.
Take the check to my daughter,
and help her with the paperwork and tax stuff.
She's a bitch on wheels, so watch yourself.
Are you okay?
Yeah. I'm good.
Should I ask you where you got the dough?
It was nice knowing you.
[calling tone ringing]
Come on, come on, pick up.
[calling tone continues]
Fuck.
[engine roaring]
[suspenseful instrumental playing]
You home?
[glasses clattering]
[knocking on door]
Holy shit.
Hey, buddy.
[Thug] How did you-- What--
Why the hell would you do this to yourself?
[chuckles] Boo-boo.
- Come on. - Oh! Shit.
- Come on. - Oh, shit.
Let's get you up. It's after three.
Oh, shit.
- Lay down with me. - No.
Ow.
How do you feel?
I'm sorry I screwed up.
When I said things weren't going to end well,
I knew it would be me that would fuck things up.
Mm.
[sentimental instrumental building]
[siren wailing distantly]
[slow footsteps thumping]
You need help.
You're helping me.
I'm serious.
You are helping me.
[car approaching]
[unnerving instrumental playing]
[siren wailing in the distance]
If it ain't my old friend, Jurassic Park.
I want to talk some business.
[upbeat vocal music playing over radio]
What's your business?
I want to buy one of your girls.
[chuckles] You fall in love, viejo?
[money counter machine whirring]
You gonna pimp her out?
You and me, we're pieces of shit.
Ah, sure, you're a funny guy.
We live off pain and weakness. We're bullies.
And you think buying a puta gonna change all that?
30,000.
Not bad.
Which one do you want?
The little one with the curly hair.
And the blonde bangs.
[sighs]
She ain't for sale.
[Thug] Hey.
I'm offering you 10,000 above asking price.
- She ain't for sale. - Why not?
[Gamberro] One of the puteros got a little carried away with her tonight.
What was her name?
Araceli.
What are you gonna do with her?
I don't know, man.
You can't change the world, viejo.
World don't want to be changed.
I really don't want to hurt anyone else, not even you.
So, just do what I say, okay?
Come on.
[suspenseful instrumental playing]
[Gamberro speaking Spanish]
Come on, tell your boy at the front door to go home.
- Do it! - [Gamberro] Armando.
- You can knock off now. - You sure?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it covered.
All right.
[suspenseful instrumental playing]
Get the girls out of here.
[Gamberro knocking on door, speaking in Spanish]
Johns stay inside!
Johns stay inside.
Hey, you, inside! Inside!
[♪]
Which way do you want me to go?
[Thug] Cocina.
Girls, cocina, cocina.
You, sit down.
You, go!
Dinero, inside. Bring. Bring in here.
Come on, here you go.
[speaking in Spanish] Go, go!
Pay them!
Easy, easy.
[♪]
[shouting in Spanish]
- [both grunting] - [girl sobbing]
Yeah, that's sureño style right there, bitch.
[Thug groaning]
[Gamberro] You're bleeding out good, viejo.
I can finish it off.
You want me to make it quick?
[Thug] After you, fuckpig.
- [gun cocks] - [gunshot pops]
[Gamberro bangs on floor]
[girl sobbing]
Just go. Go!
[quick footsteps departing]
[soft instrumental playing]
Don't wake up your mom.
You hear me?
Don't come any closer.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Listen to me, Dre.
You're gonna hear some bad stuff about me in the next few days.
Maybe the only way for me to do something right
is by doing something bad.
I-- I don't get it.
It might not make any sense to you now, but--
I tried.
Go back inside.
I-- I'll be fine. Go on.
Go on, go on.
[wind chime jingling]
[breathing heavily]
[wind chime jingling]
Hello?
[soft instrumental playing]
[breathing heavily]
Hello?
Anybody here?
[breathing heavily]
[soft instrumental building]
[sentimental piano instrumental playing]
[waves splashing softly]
[soft grunting]
[wind chime jingling]
[♪]
[soft instrumental playing]
[♪]
[music fades]