Aftermath (2013) - full transcript

[skateboard scraping]

[ominous ambience]

[pleasant music *]

[Tom voiceover]
Land... that's what I do.

Buy land... lots of it.

Then construct apartments,
condos...

...the house of your dreams.

That's my job.
That's what I do.

My name is Thomas Fiorini.

I own and operate
one of the largest

construction and development
companies in upstate New York.



Became filthy rich doing so.

People ask me all the time,

"How did you do it?" or
"What's your secret?"

I say, "People skills."

You have to know
how to communicate,

'cause you're gonna meet
all kinds.

I got a deadline, all right?
You're holding people up.

I gotta get this shit done!
- You're not my boss.

Yeah, well, I'm Tony's boss,
so, get it done.

Stop fuckin' around with me.

Stop being a fuckin' asshole!

It's given me a great life.

I have all the toys
and vacation homes.

I do what I want
when I want.



Pretty much don't have to
answer to nobody.

My wife just became pregnant,

which sounds like
a lot of extra work
and inconveniences for me...

...but I'm game.
And how hard can it be?

I've seen an episode or two
of The Cosby Show.

Seriously,
she's crazy about me.

Can't keep her hands
off me.

Really can't blame her.
I mean, look at me.

I got it all.

Oh, did I mention
I was filthy rich?

And she's a monster
in the sack.

Just the way I like it.

Life's perfect.

Nothing's wrong, right?

So let me ask you something.

How did I wind up here?

I mean...

...how the fuck
did I get like this?

[suspenseful music *]

[silence]

[alarm clock blaring]

[thump, alarm stops]

[water running]

Never mind!

[Matt voiceover]
My name is Matt Miller,

Thomas Fiorini's head foreman.

I work ten hours a day,
six days a week,

and physically bust my ass.

I spend my days managing
crack-heads for employees,

film complaints from
soccer moms who want it,

and kiss the ass of an
irrational dick for a boss

who'd replace me in a second
with an illegal Mexican.

And for what?

A shit bonus at the end
of the year?

That's my daughter, Crystal.

Beautiful, isn't she?

Wish I could say the same
about my wife.

We fell out of love
about five years ago.

I mean, look at her.

I guess that's what happens
in life sometimes.

Forget about your dreams,
and who you were,

and just accept
that this is it.

Stuck in a life
you never wanted.

[ominous music *]

Can I get you anything else?

Thank you.

[woman on speaker]
Clean up in aisle six.

*

Hey! Can you guys
lock that up for me?

All right, have a good one.

Looking good.

You guys need anything?

[man]
No, we're good.

All right, have a good one.

[female DJ talking
indistinctly on radio]

[Matt]
Well, in July,
our person could change.

[man]
Come on, man.
Bartender, bartender!

Sam's got dinner
waiting for me.

Come on, man,
look what time it is.

- I can't.
- You're serious?

I'll see you tomorrow, buddy.

Before you take off, let me
introduce you to my girl, Kate.

Oh, hey, Kate.
I heard a lot about you.

All right, buddy.
Get the fuck outta here.

- All right.
- Have a good night.

Tell your old lady
I said "what's up?"

Don't be late.

Buddy, I'm sorry.

*

[Matt quietly]
Fuck.

How was work?

It sucked, Sam.

It always sucks.

I got this framer, Tony,
a real fuckoff,

who's holding up this house.

You know who that
makes look bad, huh?

Me.

I look like a fuckin'
piece of shit

who can't bring a house in
on time.

And then I talk to Tom about
bringing in another framer,

and he takes this Tony's side.

That doesn't sound like Tom.

I know he trusts you.

[Matt scoffs]

He likes you.

Trusts me?

He'll probably wind up
replacing me with this guy.

No.

Tom wouldn't do that.

He loves you.

What the fuck do you know?

I mean, really.
How the hell would you know?

You, like, the vice president
of the company or something?

It's just...

...when he calls here,
he's always...

so nice on the phone.

Always asking about you and...

...and the baby.

"Just so nice on the phone."
What the fuck does that mean?

How many times does he
call here, huh?

You say, what, like,
he's called here twice

in the last nine months?

Has he been calling here more?

Are you two fuckin' each other
or something?

Do I have to start worryin'
about that fuckin' shit now?

Huh?

How can you say that?

How can I say that?

How the fuck can I
not fuckin' say that shit?

Huh?

This is bullshit.
I have to go fuckin' work

and deal with fuckin' shitheads
all fuckin' day,

and now this shit,
this shitty-ass fuckin'--

Fuck.

[alarm clock blaring]

[clatter, alarm stops]

[distant dog barking]

[female radio DJ]
It's Donna Frank trapped
on this side of your radio...

Guess who I saw hangin' out
together this morning.

Who?

Tony and the boss.

They were at the coffee shop,

parked right next
to each other.

- What?
- Yeah.

Looks like somebody's
gonna be taking your job.

They want the-- The boss wanted
the roof on this yesterday.

All right, all right.
You're full of shit.

No. No, that's the talk.
That's the talk.

All right.

We better get to work.

[rock music on radio *]

[man]
Matty.

[Matt]
Hey, what's up?

What's going on with that
deadbeat framer over there?

- Tony.
- What are you talking about?

The framer never showed.
No punch-out done.

- He's not there?
- No.

He's a low life.
Want me to call him?

No, don't call him.
I'll take care of it.

Fuck!

I'll meet you over there.
I gotta go.

The punch-out's gotta get done.
We gotta get outta there.

I'll be over there
in a few minutes.
Fuck!

I'll meet you over there,
buddy.

[radio playing]

[phone ringing]

[Tom on phone]
Matt, what's up?

[Matt]
Boss, Tony still hasn't finished
that punch-out

I was telling you about.
- What?

- It's-- It's startin'
to fuck up your schedule.

- No, fuck that!

Look, nobody fucks
with my schedule.

[Tom]
Tony!

Yeah, boss?

Tony, what's goin' on?

What?

You are not delivering.

The sheet-rockers
left for the day?

Tony, you're fuckin'
my schedule up
and it's costing me!

Who the fuck
do you think you are?

I'm just trying' to get
these guys yoked, all right?

You're not listening to me?

I want this shit done,
and I want it done now!

Don't fuck with my schedule,
all right?

It's fuckin' teamwork
around here!

[dramatic music *]

You heard the man.
It's teamwork.

What the fuck
are you starin' at?

Get back to work.

*

[Tony]
It was just bullshit work.

I don't know why Matt's
lazy ass couldn't have done it.

Uh, he sits on that phone
all day doin' nothing.

I know he knows
how to swing a hammer,

'cause he's helped out
a lot of other framers.

Well, don't worry about Matt,
Tony.

I mean, I pay you in full,
don't I?

Just finish the job.

You're right.
And that's why I came here.

To apologize, cause I-
you know...

I got on my guys
right after you left.

Never should've happened
that way.

I really appreciate
the work you're giving me.

I-I don't wanna lose it.

Is the punch-out done, Tony?

Yeah, I gave Derek
at the end of the day.

[Rebecca]
Hello?

Rebecca?

Hey, have you met
my wife Rebecca?

- It's a pleasure.
- I've heard a lot about you.

Don't believe
everything you hear.

I won't.

Are we still going out tonight?

Of course, we are, honey.

[clock chiming]

Excuse me, Tony.

[ominous music *]

[upbeat music *]

[grunting]

See ya later.

*

[popping]

[alarm clock blaring]

[Female DJ talking on radio]

[Matt]
Tell me that is not all
the fuckin' lumber we have.

[man]
That's all they ordered
for you, man.

It's all I got.
- Aw, son of a bitch!

Son of a--
- Bye.

Tony, you better finish
that fuckin' punch-out.

[overlapping greetings]

Hey, I'm short four bundles
of base.

- There's more comin' later.
- All right, thank you.

- How's Kate?
- Fuck that bitch, man.

Fuckin'... fuck that.

All right?

[grunts]

Aw, fuck!
Fuck!

How the fuck can this
still not be done?

[Tony]
I never get advance warning,
okay?

The materials are never here
on time.

And even when they are
here on time,

they don't tell me
they're here!

Half the guys on the crew
don't know what
the fuck they're doing.

The guy's a gavone!

I won't be talked to like that.
I won't--

All right, guys, settle down.
Settle down, okay?

...not by this piece of shit.

Settle down.

Now, let's get
through the list.
Let's talk about this.

Stop.
- I won't be
talked to like that...

What a fuckin' pussy.

One wall goin' this way,
another one comin' from here.

I'll leave a layout
for you down here,
if you've lost yours.

Here. It's a present.

12-inch cock.
I heard you like that.

[clatters]

Tony, you know I did.

I told you about it
at least four times.

You have to put
a fireplace there.

You never told me
to put it there, man.

[sighs]

Stop lying, Tony.
You know I told y--

Who do you think
he's gonna believe?

I'm not the ex-con.

Exactly.

First thing you learn
when you go to the joint,

never lie to your friends.

You callin' me a liar?

Goddamn right, you are.

Fuck you.

[Tom]
Tony!

Tony! Fuck!

Tony, don't hit him!
Fuck!

Tony, break it up!

[boom]

The stain is gone.

[dish clatters]
[sigh]

Just tell--
Just tell me why. Just--

Why now?
Why did you do this?

- The guy got up in my face.
- Tony, that's bullshit.

That's-that's that macho
fuckin' prison bullshit.

You know, you'd been
doin' so good lately.

We'd been saving for the baby!
I...

I can't--
I can't believe this.

Nothing's changed.

We're still--
We're still saving.
Look, it's all right.

Yeah, so what if Matt
presses charges?

He's not--
He's not gonna press charges.

How do you know that?

You don't know that, tony!

You know, you promised...

You promised you were gonna
be there for me and the baby.

I will be there
for you and the baby.

So what about work?
What are you gonna do?

Nothing changes.
Tom and I are tight.

Are you serious?

You think Tom's
not gonna fire you?

No, I don't think Tom did.

Tom and I are tight, okay?

I mean, the guy--
The guy loves me.

We're goin'--
We're goin' to, uh,
City Tavern in five.

[Tom]
I'm sorry, Tony.

It's just something I gotta do.

- It's just something
you gotta do?
- Yeah.

I got a kid comin',
for Christ's sake.

I wanted to hurt
that fuckin' guy today and I...

I held it together.

Oh, you held it together?

[scoffs]

You crazy?

What the fuck was that today?

Tony, Matt's my foreman
on the job.

I gotta stick behind him
on this one,

and that's it.

You serious?

You're firing me over this?

I got no choice, Tony.

You're firing me over this.

After all I've done for you.

I got no choice, Tony.

[scoffs]

You got no choice.

You don't even know
what choice is.

You know how fuckin' lucky
you are I didn't do you today?

Now that's makin' a choice...

...Junior.

[tense music *]

[Tom voiceover]
Who the fuck does this clown
think he's talkin' to?

Why didn't you just do it?

I told you
how important it was.

It would've taken you, what,
a fuckin' hour?

It was just bullshit stuff.

After all we done for them?

Are they serious?

Yeah, I'm serious.

All fuckin' Matt does
is sit around on his ass
all day anyway!

It's none of
your goddamn business.

Fuck!
I mean, this is...

This is--
This is bad timing, man.

This is really fuckin'
bad timing.

Winter is right around
the fuckin' corner!

You got some fuckin' nerve.
I got a pregnant wife!

You're goddamn right
it's a bad time!

I am flat fuckin' broke, man.

What the fuck
am I supposed to do?

I can't work for two weeks?
What the fuck
am I supposed to do?

All right, just settle down.

I'll settle down.

Let me talk to him
over the weekend.

He'll cool off.

I'll talk to Tom.

We'll work it out.

[stuttering]
Where's Matt hang out?
Sandy's?

It doesn't matter.
Don't go down to Sandy's.

Don't-- Do not go to Sandy's
and do somethin' stupid.

I'll tell you what this is.
I'll tell you what this is.

He's got it in for us,
that's it.

He wants to bring
that other framer in

'cause it's his fuckin' buddy.

Pay for that.
- Eric! Eric!

Goddamn it,
don't go to Sandy's!

Hey, hey, hey,
don't worry about it.

I will take of this on Monday.

[blues music *]

[music fades out *]

[phone ringing]

Fiorini Construction.

[Tom on phone]
Hey, Geri, you seen Matt?

Not yet.

Do me a favor, see if
he's punched in, okay?

Hold on.

You guys seen Matt?

Haven't seen him since Friday.

Matt?
Haven't seen him all day.

It's Monday, man.
Ain't nothin' new.

Uh, no, I haven't seen him
yet today,

but when you see him,
let him know that I need, uh,

sixty more feet
of this porcelain.

- Hey, Fred!
- up here, boss.

You got a second?

Sure.
What's up?

Listen, uh...

..have you seen Matt around?

Nah.
Haven't seen him
since last Friday.

Well, did he say what he
was doing this weekend?

Uh, I don't know.
Nothin' special,
I don't think.

He's whinin' a lot
about Samantha like usual.

Maybe he just cut out.

[construction sounds]

How many more of these
do you need?!

Uh... ten.

What are you building?
The fuckin' Ark?

[truck approaching]

Tony, what the fuck
are you doin'?
I told you you were done.

Tom, you're not gonna fire me
over that bullshit at the bar.

I was drunk, I didn't know
what I was sayin'.

Oh...

You want me to go
apologize to Matt, I will.

But it's winter.
Come on.

You can't let me go now.
Season's greetings.

Forgive and forget.

Ah, it's winter,
season's greetings?

Is Matt here today?

It's Monday.
Nothin' unusual.

Oh, yeah?
Well, is he comin' in?

How the fuck do I know?

Huh.

How the fuck should you know?

I wonder what the cops will say
to that, Tony.

Matt's missing,

and you fuckin' threatened
and attacked him on Friday.

How the fuck should you know?

I'd watch what you say to them,
boss...

...'cause the ice is gettin'
real thin.

All right.
Here's my advice to you.

Pick up your check and skate
the fuck off of this work site.

You're fuckin' fired.

What the fuck
you smilin' about?

I just like watchin' punks
get upset.

[truck driving away]

Fuckin' jerkoff.

*

[Tony]
Don't mention none of this
to Liz.

Don't mention it to Liz
that you got fired?

You don't think she's gonna
get a little suspicious,

you sittin' around here
on your ass all day,

drinkin' beer?

We're not gonna sit
on our asses drinkin' beer.

We're goin' go out
and look for work.

This is temporary.

Gonna look for work?
There's no fuckin' work, man.

[sighs]

Real work.

Listen...

...you remember that guy,
Bobby?

That guy, tall, bald guy,
used to sell the stakes?

I talked to him the other day.
He's got line.

He's got line on a job that,
I'm telling you, man,

it's clean, it's easy,
it's in and fuckin' out.

It's like walkin' in there
and takin' the money.

That's it.

There is no clean, easy,
in and out.

Besides, I can't tell who
he's talkin' to, you or me.

Uh, he's got
a lazy fuckin' eye.

Don't hold it against him.
Just trust me on this.

Clean, easy, in and out.

I've been casin' his place
myself past couple
three months.

Trust me. Yeah.
- You've been casino' it?

I don't mean to burst
your bubble or anything,

but your side of the family
just sucks at this sorta thing,
okay?

You're not exactly
champion thieves.

- Hi, guys.
- Hey.

- Hi, baby.
- How's our big boy?

He's movin' a lot today.

You coming inside?

- Me?
- Yeah.

Nah, I'll let you two lovebirds
be alone.

Yeah, go on, go on.

- Come on, I made meatloaf.
- Ah, I don't wanna--

You know what? I'll just go.
I don't wanna--

- Come on.
- Huh?

- Meatloaf!
- Yeah?

You sure there's enough
for everybody?

- Come on!
- All right.

[police radio chatter]

[suspenseful music *]

Samantha Miller?

Sorry to keep you waiting.
Detective Allen.

Right this way.

[police radio chatter
continues]

*

[musical sting *]

Everything okay on the sites?

Yeah, everything's fine.

Anything you wanna talk about?

Not really.

Just a bad day.

Well, I'd really like
to talk about something.

Can I have that?

[dishes clinking]

Like I said, baby,

just a fucked up day.

It has nothing to do with you.

[musical sting *]

[typewriter typing]

[* The Clash:
"Police and Thieves"]

* Police and thieves
in the streets *

* Oh yeah

* Scaring the nation
with their *

* guns and ammunition

* Police and thieves
in the street *

* Oh yeah

* Fighting the nation
with their *

* guns and ammunition

* From Genesis

* to Revelation

* The next generation

* will be, hear me

* From Genesis

* to Revelation

* The next generation

* will be, hear me

* And all the crowd come in

* day by day

* No one stops it

* in any way

[song fades out]

[suspenseful music *]

[phone beeping]

[Geri on speaker]
There's two detectives
here to see you.

All right.
Send 'em in.

Thank you.

Mr. Fiorini?

Yeah.

I'm Detective Joseph.

This is my partner,
Detective Allen.

Can we have a moment with you?

Yeah.
You guys want
somethin' to drink?

No, no, we're fine.

Come on in.

How long was Matt employed
by your company?

About four years.

And his work ethics?

Excellent.
I've never had any problems.

When'd you last see him?

It was last Friday.

He was at work, and he left
early that day, around ten.

He got into a fight
with one of my framers.

Guy named Tony Bricker.

Now, everybody knows
that Matt, my foreman,

drinks at another local bar
called Sandy's.

He's there every Friday night,
usually.

Are you tryin' to say...

...Tony paid him a visit
or somethin'?

I don't know.

I think it's possible.

All right.

You got an address
for this Bricker guy?

Let me see it, Fred.

Jeez, boss, you scared me.
I didn't hear you come in.

How's it goin'?

- It's goin'.
- Any, uh, word on Matt?

No. You?

No, nothin'.

Hey, Fred, remember the other
day we were talkin' about Tony?

Well, yeah.

A couple detectives
stopped by today.

What did they say?

Uh, they said
they'd look into it...

...but that doesn't mean shit,
right?

Are you worried, boss?

'Cause you got that
worried look in your eyes.

No.

All right,
I'm gonna get back

to this, uh, electric now,
all right?

Sure.

Looks great in here.

Yeah, it's comin' along.
We're almost done.

Yeah, comin' along.

Looks really good.

[phone ringing]

Rebecca?

Rebecca, you wanna get that?

[ringing continues]

Hello?

What the fuck did you say
to those fuckin' pigs

about Matt missing?

What?

What the fuck did you say
to the police?

- I told 'em the truth.
- The truth?

You sent 'em over
to my fuckin' house

when you know I'm on parole?

Scarin' my wife with your lies?

Do you know how easy
an accident could happen

to you and your fuckin' wife,
huh, do you?

I'll cut you
into little fuckin' pieces

if you ever tried anything
like that again--

Hey.

Everything all right?

Yeah, everything's fine, honey.

Just work, you know?

That didn't sound
like a work call.

Everything's fine.

It's nothin'.

[tense music *]

[phone ringing]

[Tom on phone]
Hey, it's me.

[Sheriff on phone]
Been a long time.
What's happening?

[Tom]
Listen, I have somebody
I want you to look into.

Tony Bricker.

[Sheriff]
All right, I'll ask around,
see what I can find out.

[Tom]
The sooner, the better.

He's got me a little nervous.

He's a real fuckin'
loose cannon.

[Sheriff]
Not a problem.
Don't worry about it.

*

[overlapping chatter]

So after the first attack,

uh, that was a Friday,

and I came back to work
on Monday

and I was lookin' for him,

and he was missing.

Bricker called me at home
and he was real threatening.

Being a real wise prick, and...

And then, uh, that was it.

He's still threatenin' me.
I was home.

He called me one night,

was talkin' a lot of shit.

And after he attacked,
uh, Matt on Friday...

...I came on Monday.

Tony was on the site

and fuckin' Matt was missing.

Okay.

We'll put that in the report.

We filed a complaint
against Tony

with his parole officer
yesterday

about him threatening you.

We'll let him know
about this also.

He's meeting her at, what,
two o'clock today?

Yeah.

Uh, so what happens after, uh,

his parole officer gives him
a warning?

Huh?

I mean, what's--
What's your next move?

Like my partner said, we'll--
We'll put in the report.

And that's it?

Right now, it is.

I mean, we can't arrest him
on a threat,

if that's what you're asking.

I don't know.
I mean, it sounds like
you guys are protecting him.

[laughing]
What do you mean by that?

I come in here, I tell you
about a convicted felon

who's threatening me
and my wife...

...and my foreman is missing,

and both of you's
are laughin' at me?

Whoa... Oh, whoa.

Nobody's laughing' at you,
my man.

Listen to me, Mr. Fiorini.

If I was you...

[laughs]

...I would just settle down.

[dance music *]

You see him in here again,
you let me know, okay?

[indiscernible dialogue]

Hey, Leo, come on in,
I'll buy you one.

No thanks, Roger,
I gotta go to work.

So how's work going, anyway?

Roger, you know what the fuck
I do for work!

Don't ever ask me about it!

All right?!

All right.
Sorry, man.

Fuckin' asshole.

[phone ringing]

Tom, it's me.

You got anything?

I'm at the strip club.

Yeah, he was in here
a couple days ago

in the afternoon.

[Parole officer]
And a Thomas Fiorini,
your ex-employer,

filed a complaint against you,
too, for threatening him.

Both are direct violations
against your parole, Tony.

That's why I was
just about to call you.

I was the one
that was threatened.

I was the one
that was attacked.

You expect me to believe

that Matt Miller
attacked you first?

Yes, I do, Dana.

I've been nothin' but straight
with you the whole time.

I've been clean for two years,

I've been doin' my best,
I've been workin' my ass off.

And now my wife's pregnant.

I mean, you cannot
send me back now.

All I need is a job.

You had a job,
and you fucked up.

I'm a good framer.

I'll find more work.

You better.

[King]
Come on, watch it.
Watch this guy, watch it.

Come on, hit her!
Hit her!

Hit her, you dumb--

Hit-- Hit her!
Hit her!

What the f-- No!

Fuck you, son-of-a-bitch!

Did you see the fuckin' slip

that fuckin' jockey
gave the motherfucker?

I told you, back the seven!

Get out of here, you fuckin'
little crippled bastard!

I'll kill you,
I swear to Christ.

Who the fuck are you?

[Tom]
Tom Fiorini.

Fred told me
to give you a call.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah,
no, no, yeah, he did, he did.

Uh, would--
Would you like one?

No, thanks.

Um, so, uh,
Fiorini, huh?

What, uh...

What kinda hardware
you lookin' for, Mr. Fiorini.

Uh...

Just a few handguns.

So, uh, what's the rush?

To be honest with you,
Mr. King,

had a guy who works for me.

He's a real prick.

He's been threatenin' me.

Really?
Oh, I see.

You got a family?

Yeah my wife.
She's expectin' our first.

Ah, congratulations.

Ever handle a gun before?

Not so much.

I been lookin' for that.

Ah, here we go.
Here we go.

All right?

[racks slide, dry fires gun]

Uh, eh, eh?
Now you do.

[racks slide]

Eh, look at that.
You're a natural.

So, how much for all these?

Ten thousand dollars.

Throw in some shells, Mr. King?

[chuckling]

Sure.

You're a businessman, eh?

Good, yeah, sure.
Why not? Why not?

So, tell me, Mr. Fiorini...

...how much trouble
is this guy givin' you?

Enough for me
to drop ten grand here.

Well, maybe me and Killer, we
could help you out with this.

With what?

You know, we go see the guy,
you know?

Have a little--
Have a little chat with him,

if you- you get what I mean.

It might just provoke things.

Provoke things?

What do you think, a couple
of schmoes gonna have
the hardware like we got?

Come on, I'll get you
a missile launcher,
for Christ's sake.

I'll tell you what.

Ten thousand more,

this guy don't talk to you
ever again.

Hey, fuck that.
Ten thousand more,

this guy don't think
about you ever again.

Hey, come on, what do you say?
Huh?

Have one.

What do you say?
One?

- Just one.
- There you go.

Thank you.

Salute.

The best.

Mm.

[projector flicking]

[Tom voiceover]
Tony Bricker
will never harass

my wife and
unborn child again.

[muffled voices shouting]

I ran into Gary
the other day.

He should hook me up
with a guy

that's got foundations
lined up the street.

This guy's a fuckin' scumbag.

This guy's not gonna...
[stuttering]

...be like some kinda genie
comin' out of a bottle

and give us some work.
Gary Tantino?

Besides, I can't
get involved with him

after that episode I had
with his sister.

Fuck, Tony.

If we start
ruling out everybody

you had an episode with
in this town,

we might as well move.

Now the last guy we worked with
was a scumbag, too.

That's the facts.
We gotta find work.

Stop takin' everything personal.

What happened to that money
you say you been savin'?

[sighs]
I got debts, man.

I had to pay off that guy,
Cole, and...

Ah, you mean your dealer?

- No! No!
- Yes, yes, he's a pusher.

I told you, man, I ain't
doin' that shit anymore.

Plus I had to get that--
- Don't fuckin' lie to me!

He's your goddamn dope dealer!

What do I look like?
A fool?

I'm too old of cat to get
fucked by a kitten, kid.

I've been doin' dope
longer than you've been alive,

so shut your fuckin' mouth!

You think I fuckin' like it?

You're gonna fuckin'
torture me?

I'm broke! What the fuck
am I supposed to do?

Yeah, well, welcome
to the club, asshole.

I'm broke, too.

What do you want me to do?
Go in the alley and blow men?

You know? What am I supposed
to fuckin' do?

Turn tricks?

So I can pay my fuckin' heat?

I got a kid on the way.
And I can't afford this shit.

I know, man.

60 fuckin' dollars?
- Yeah.

What am I gonna do with that?

Get through it.

Buy some chocolate bars,
but don't do junk.

Thanks for the 60.

I'll figure it out.

I'll figure it out.

[distant car alarms]

[tense music *]

[Tom on phone]
I'm telling' you,

there's somethin' wrong
with this guy.

[Sheriff on phone]
Will you relax?

You're just overthinkin' it.

[Tom]
No, there is somethin'
goin' on.

[Sheriff]
All right. He does have
a bit of a record.

All right, listen.
I'll go talk to him.

After I go to church.

Nice shooting' today, Larry.

You too, Leo.

Thanks.

Trained professionally,
you know.

Hey, uh,
you wanna grab a drink?

I don't drink, Larry.
[banging on vending machine]

Goddamn it.

Come on!
[sighs]

I see why.

I don't drink, Larry.

Besides...

...I gotta get to work.
I'm late.

How's, uh...
How's work goin', anyway?

Don't ever ask me
that question, Larry.

Not ever. Okay?

Okay.

You stay in trouble.

I'll see you.
- See you.

[upbeat Latin music *]

*

*

[song stops abruptly]

[exhales audibly]

- Hello, Officer.
- Hello, ma'am.

Is Tony Bricker here?
I'd like to ask him
a few questions.

Mind if I come in?

You got a warrant?

Yes, ma'am,
I have a warrant.

What's the problem, Officer?

No problem.

Well then, what are you
doin' here?

Well, like I said.
I'm just here to ask Tony
a few questions.

But, uh, we'll wait
till he shows up, okay?

Oh! Speak of the devil.

You invite him?

- He's got a warrant.
- Warrant?

What, you don't believe her?

[doorbell rings]

So where were you
on Friday night, Tony?

Where were you on Friday,
Sheriff?

Well, I was just cruisin'
around in my brand new car,

lookin' for people like you.

Just pickin' your feet
in Poughkeepsie, huh?

[chuckling]

You're a funny guy.

So where were you?

I was at the hospital,

visiting my mother
with pneumonia.

Want me to call?
- Oh, no, no.

I'm perfectly capable of that.

Trained police officer,
you know?

So, Tony, uh...

I guess you don't mind
if I take a look around?

You got the warrant.

Yeah, I got the warrant.

I really appreciate you
coming over, Rebecca.

You didn't have to.

I know how busy you are with...

...work and... Tom.

It's not a problem.

I wanted to see if there was
anything I could do for you,

how you were doing.

I'm doing the best I can...

[chuckling]
I guess.

I don't think that you should
stay here alone, but...

I think you should
stay with us.

That would be
very good for you.

Aw... but...

...I wanna be here
when Matt comes home.

It's okay.

It's okay.
Come here.

It's okay.

[Sheriff]
What you got
goin' on here, Tony?

Second half of the house.

I see you keep it
nice and clean.

So, Tony...

You wouldn't be keepin' any,
uh, weapons or, uh, drugs,

or anything like that in here,
would you?

Oh, no.

Nothin' like that.
Nope.

But I'm hopin' for your help,
you know?

Yeah, I'm hopin' you can
help me find somethin'

for that, uh, auction
road show, you know?

I was- I was thinkin'
that that's Spanish, right?

That could be a Picasso.

Yeah, well, looks like
a piece of shit.

What, you're a gardener?

Uh, now and then.
One green thumb.

What you grown' out here, Tony?

Well, not much now
since it's winter.

Thought maybe you might
have a little hydroponics

goin' on here.

Oh, not me, Sheriff.

Clean livin'.

Nice bike.

Wanna buy it?
50 bucks.

Nah, it's got a flat.

I'll sell it for 40.

No, thanks.
Hey, listen, Tony,

I'm gonna get out of here.

Just do me a favor, will you?

Sure.

Stay in trouble.

I'd like to come back
and see you.

You got it.

[tense music *]

[Liz]
Why do the police
keep coming here, Tony?

Huh?

Answer me!

I don't know.

Some knucklehead's
gone missin' from the job site

and, uh, I'm a parolee,
what do you expect?

The guy you had
an argument with?

Yeah, it was Matt.
Yeah.

He was arguin' with me and Tom,
and he didn't like it,

and he probably
got a better offer.

That's wonderful, Tony.

That's just fucking wonderful.

So that's why the guy
didn't file a complaint.

Come on, Liz.
I'm gonna kill a guy
over a fuckin' argument?

You had a little bit more
than an argument, didn't you?

Yeah, and I settled it.

They're gonna put you away
for life, Tony.

Do you realize that?
They're gonna
put you away for life.

I didn't do anything, Liz.

What am I supposed to tell
our baby, huh?

I didn't do anything, Liz!

You didn't do anything?
[knock on the door]

Go to the bedroom.
Go to the bedroom!

[dramatic music *]

Hello.

Hey, sorry to bother you.

Uh, a couple of schmoes
from the city, we're lost.

Uh, can you give us
some directions
back to the parkway, maybe?

Yeah.

Sorry to bother you, really.

It's this way, right?
- Yeah.

You head straight down
the street, first stop sign,

wanna get to route nine,
headin' south.

You're Bricker, right?

Oh, you ain't lost, huh?

No, we ain't lost.

We got a message for you.

Yeah? What's that?

Stop bothering' your old boss.

[chuckles]

They won't give up.
Will they?

You see anybody laughin' here,
Mr. Bricker?

Bet you won't be laughin' soon.

Look, you're gonna
stay away from him.

In fact, you gonna make nice.

Stay the fuck away from him,

and anybody else
that works for him.

You got that, Mr. Bricker?

And I don't do this,
suppose I don't do this.

Then what?

What are you two fuckin' clowns
gonna do about it?

Listen, Mr. Bricker, you don't
know who the fuck we are,

and you probably wanna
keep it that way.

'Cause otherwise...
how should I say?

Things could get
fucked up for you.

They probably could.

[grunts]

[thud]
Ow!

You stay the fuck down, you.

[gunshot, scream]
Goddamn it!

That fucker shot me
in the foot, boss!

- Give me your fuckin' wallet.
- What?!

- Give me your fuckin' wallet!
- Aw, shit, my wallet!

You asshole! My foot!

My wallet, here take
my fuckin' wallet.

Take the fuckin' thing.
Come on, just get me
the fuck outta here.

Oh, my foot.

Take it easy.
Take it easy!

Come on, let's go.

[grumbling]

Back to New York!

[grumbling]
Hurry up.

[crying]

[gunshot]

Oh, my foot.

Come on!

Come on! Hurry up!

[gunshot]

[engine sputtering]

[engine starts]

The appliances, cabinets,
everything good for you folks?

Great.
All right.

Shall we move on
to the living room?

[suspenseful music *]

[phone ringing]

Excuse me.

Hello?

Hey, it- it didn't go so good.

[Tom] Who's this?
- It's- It's King.

That thing didn't go so well.

What do you mean?

He shot Killer in the foot
and he messed me up real bad,

I- I might even
have a concussion.

[stuttering]
You better lay low.

What?

Now you- you want any more
fuckin' heat put on this guy,

it-it's gonna cost you
a lot more money.

This guy's a fuckin' maniac.

[shuts phone]

You gotta be kiddin' me.

*

- Tom?
- Yeah?

These folks would love it

if you changed the carpet in
the master bedroom at no cost.

Oh, uh, listen, Scott.
Somethin' just came up for me
right now.

I gotta take off for a while,

but that sounds like
no problem.

Thank you, folks.
Enjoy the home.

Rebecca!

Rebecca?

Rebecca.

Rebecca.
- Boo!

[chuckling]

[sighs]

You think that was funny?

Uh, yes, I thought it was
a little funny.

You almost gave me
a heart attack.

How come you didn't answer
the phone when I called?

Uh, I didn't hear it.
The TV was on.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay,
I just...

Oh!

I worry about you.

You know that.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

[ambient music *]

[birds chirping]

[low-fi Oriental style
song playing *]

[Darrell]
How's things been?

Good.

Can't complain.

How 'bout you guys?

Same... same...

Can't complain.

It's good to see you.

It's good to see you, too.

Real good to see you, too,
Tony.

Good to see you, too.

You should come out more often.

Yeah, it's beautiful out here.

It's just... the ride.

It's a... fuckin' hike....

...drivin' to Canada.

Yeah...

Yeah, I guess it is.

How's business?

[nunchucks clatter]

Fuck.

Couldn't be better.

How's, uh, Liz doin'?

Ah, thanks for askin'.

Good.
She's- She's pregnant, uh...

She's expecting in a few weeks,
actually.

We're excited.
Over the moon.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

[sighing]
So...

What the fuck do you want,
Tony?

It's about that favor.

Just name it.

I mean, you name it.

I mean, after what you
did for us...

...anything you want.

I appreciate that.

I got this guy...

...and his partner.

Done.

Want pictures?

Not necessary.

[suspenseful music *]

[Sheriff]
Nothin'.

But this Tony,
he's up to somethin'.

I don't know what it is,
but he's up to somethin'.

How long have you know
this Tony for?

Why do you ask?

I pulled his file.

He's not somebody
you should be messin' with.

But don't worry,
I'll keep my eye on him.

I'll tail him,
scare him a little bit,
stuff like that.

I appreciate that, Leo.

But if I was you...

...you didn't hear this from me,

I'd get myself a gun.

And if he set foot in my house,

I'd shoot him dead.

Self-defense.

Shit, I might even
ask him over.

So, Tommy...

...you wanna give me
that donation now,

or should I swing by later?

[recorded voice]
Stop.
Move away from the cookie jar.

[ominous music *]

[gun cocking loudly]

Oh, no.
no, that's too loud.

It's too bold.

Oh, come on, Darrell.

I never get to use this thing.

You wanna use
somethin' like this.

*

[Darrell voiceover]
We wanna wear plain clothes.

You don't wanna stand out.

The one that is never seen

is the one that is
most dangerous.

Grab her right after that.

We'll take separate rides
over to his house.

We'll just toss her
in the back of your van.

All right?
- Yeah.

- You understand that?
- Sounds good.

And no stoppin'.
We go straight home.

Can I rape her?

Yeah, yeah, you can rape her.

Only after I rape her.
- Okay.

Hey, Darrell, maybe we could do
this thing in the mornin', huh?

I kinda wanna get home.

Good night, Harold.

[ominous music *]

[grunts]

[Tom voiceover]
I thought I had this
all under control.

[grunting]

I told ya.
- Shut up.

I told you
to bet Cupid's Arrow,

and he's gonna win.
- Shut the fuck up.

I told ya.

I told ya to bet on him!

What the heck was that, man?

Ah, you gotta be kidding me.
I didn't even get a call.

Should've bet Cupid's Arrow.

You know, uh, you know I told
you that before the race.

You know I was gonna be
a jockey before this.

You know I know what the hell
I'm talkin' about.

Yeah, would you just
shut the fuck up?

If I hear that jockey story
one more time,

I swear I'm gonna kill ya!

Now stop talkin' and go
fix the gosh darn heat!

- All right, man.
- Get the f-- Go ahead.

Well, pay the fuckin' bill,
already.

Hey.

I think we should go visit
that Tony again.

Oh, yeah?
Why?

What do you- What, do you wanna
ask him for your wallet back?

Yeah, but, by the way,

who is stupid enough to bring
a wallet to that kinda thing?

I mean, he knows
where you are now, you know.

He's gonna come find ya.

Then we're gonna see
what you do...

Yeah?

Well, I'm all up
for that fuckin' day.

Mm, yeah, tough guy.

I told you about that too.
You should've
listened to me, there.

About what?

You should've brought me along.

For... for what?

What the f--
What are you gonna do there?

What are you gonna do there?

Are you gonna run him over with
that stupid chair of yours--

Yeah, yeah.

[elevator humming]
Now who's this?

Look, whoever it is,
tell 'em I'm not here, okay?

Unless it's that Fiorini guy.

I wanna get some
more money off him.
I can use it.

Aw...

Howdy-doody!

A couple of goombas that want--

Aw!

[silenced gunshots]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
wait, wait, wait, wait!

You got me, I'm the--

[gunshots]

What the fuck?!

[gunshots]

[ominous music *]

[motorcycle approaching]

*

Rebecca!

[Tom screaming]
No!

[unsettling music *]

[Darrell voiceover]
We have your wife.

We want 100 thousand dollars.

Bring it to the Gateway Motel.

Come alone.

You bring the police,

she dies.

You don't show up,

she dies.

You don't bring the money,

she dies.

Wait for us in your room.

We will come and get you,
take you to her.

I'm not playin' around here,
Mr. Fiorini.

We will kill her and you.

Sincerely,

Darrell Slingsberg the Third.

[opera aria playing *]

[Tom]
Rebecca!

[Darrell]
She's in one piece.

[Tom]
Listen, it's all there,
all right?

How many problems
will you give us?

I just want my wife.
I don't want any trouble.

All I want is my wife,
believe me.

[Darrell]
I believe...

...that you ain't gonna do shit.

Ain't that right,
little brother?

Aw, yeah.

A real pussy.

[Tom]
Rebecca!

[Darrell laughing]

[Darrell]
It's over.

[Tom]
Get the fuck off me.

Take the cuffs off him, Harold.

It's over.

It is fucking over.

*

[muffled scream]

Darrell, is it all there?

Darrell?

*

[inaudible]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[tense, dramatic music *]

*

[Detective Joseph]
How's everything, boss?

Can I get you anything?

[Tom]
No, I'm fine.

[Detective Joseph]
Well, we just have
a few questions.

Shouldn't take long.

[cartoon sounds on TV]

[Detective Allen]
Thanks for comin' in.

No problem.

[Detective Allen]
Where were you yesterday, Tom?

I was in the city.

[Detective Allen] New York?
[Tom] Yeah.

Somethin' special about that?

Somethin' special about that?

Yes, as a matter of fact,
there is somethin' special
about that.

What part of New York
were you in, Tom?

[Tom]
I was in the Upper East Side.

[Detective Allen]
Let me guess.

Visiting family?

Yeah...

...my wife's mother.

[Detective Allen]
Mother?

What'd you do?

[Tom]
Sat around, ate.

Talked about the baby comin',
that kinda shit.

[Detective Allen]
What'd you eat?

She made a nice roast.

[Detective Allen]
Oh, really?

[gunshots]

[Detective Allen] Any good?
[Tom] Yeah.

[gunshots]

Tony Bricker
was killed yesterday...

...sometime in the morning
or early afternoon.

He was killed, huh?
[Detective Allen] Yeah.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]
Reported yesterday morning
by Sheriff Biggs.

Hospital confirmed.

[Tom]
Any ideas?

[Detective Allen]
Not a clue at this point.

I seem to recall you
comin' in here

last week to file a complaint
against the guy.

Now that's makin' a choice...

...junior.

[suspenseful music *]

I just came by
to check things out.

Check on Tony,
like you said.

I didn't expect
to see you here.

But I see you took my advice.

Took matters
into your own hands.

Where's Liz?

Why did you do this now?

This is fucking wonderful.

I don't know.

You didn't kill her, did you?

You don't understand what
this guy did to my wife.

[muffled screams]

All right.

Anybody see you?

You sure?

You're sure nobody saw you?
'Cause that's really important.

Okay.

All right...

I'm not sayin' I'm gonna
lose my job over this,

but, uh, when I call this in,
I fill out that report,

your name's not gonna be on it.

Now get outta here.

[detectives chuckling]

[Detective Joseph]
Hell of an alibi, though.

[Tom]
Why would I need an alibi?

I mean, I'm a home builder,
right?

Then I'm the last guy
you guys should be lookin' at.

[Detective Joseph]
All right, you know what?

You're takin' this
the wrong way.

You're trying' to say
I killed somebody?

[Detective Joseph]
No...

Nobody's tryin' to say
you killed anybody.

Nobody's tryin' to say
you killed Tony.

What we're doin' is askin' you
a few questions.

Doin' our job.

Do your partner think
I killed somebody?

I do think you did it.

In fact, I, uh...

I know you did it.

And when we find
what we're lookin' for...

...I'm gonna put you away
for 25 years.

Maybe life.

*

[clatter, glass shattering]

*

[Tom]
Rebecca.

Rebecca.

[smack]
[Tom grunts]

[grunting, heavy breathing]

*

How's it goin', Eric?
- Hey. Not bad.

So, uh, where's Tony?

Uh, thanks.
- Yeah.

[heavy breathing]

I'll tell you what
I'm gonna enjoy most

about this whole thing.

Oh, man.

I'll tell you what I might do.

I might keep her around
a couple days,

you know, and just fuck her,
and fuck her, and fuck her.

[laughing]

Oh, I'm gonna fuck her good.

But don't feel bad.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll let you watch
the first few times.

How'd that be?

I bet you'd like that,
wouldn't you?

[Tom screaming]
No!

[gunshot]

[Tom voiceover]
So this is how I got here.

I can't believe it.

By this motherfuckin'
piece of shit.

[people chattering]

[dramatic music *]

Samantha!

I'm home!

You up there?

*

*

[woman]
Is there a problem, officer?

License and registration,
please.

[woman]
Sure.

Proof of insurance.

You know why I pulled you over,
sweetie?

[woman]
No, sir.

Possible dog theft.

What?

[Sheriff]
There's been a lot of canine
theft in this area lately.

You're kidding, right?

[Sheriff]
I'm not kidding.

You got tags for that dog?

[woman]
Um, not on him
right this second.

Not on him?

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to
take your dog, ma'am.

[woman]
What?! Hey!

- Yes, ma'am.
- Hey!

- Come on, pooch.
- Hey!

Yeah, maybe you can meet me
down at the dog pound,

and we can work somethin' out.

Move away.

You like that?
Yeah.

Yes, he's a cutie.

[dramatic music *]

[Tom]
What's his problem?

[Tony]
I, uh-- He's fucked up, man.

He's some savant.
He's like, uh...

[Tom]
Well, what's his problem?
He's your fuckin' cousin!

Look, you want me to throw him
off the fuckin' roof, I will!

Fire him!
I don't know what to tell ya.

I told him three thousand times
if I told him once.

[Tom]
Oh, I gotta talk to him
myself then?

I wish you would!
- I have to!

You guys are fuckin'
breakin' my balls!

I'm off-schedule here!

*