Ambushed (2013) - full transcript

Give our friend a chair.

Frank, I need you
to do what he says.

Now, listen, fellas,
I've got a problem.

You know, I like this guy.
I really do.

But I'm in a bit of a dilemma.

My merchandise
has gone missing.

And when I lose
my merchandise,

to make me feel better,
I have to kill somebody.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Hey, hey, hey.

Longevity--

Not a word synonymous
with the cocaine trade.



I mean, look what happened
to Pablo Escobar.

Things weren't really
supposed to turn out this way.

♪ Welcome to the ghetto life ♪

♪ Whatever happened to the yachts
and the bankroll? ♪

♪ A $10 million spot
with the Range Rover ♪

♪ 1 woke up
and hit the pot and the llello ♪

♪ Like I -- forgot
what I came for... ♪

I moved
to the City of Angels to follow a dream.

Like anything else, there is a twist.

I was following
the dreams of others--

The party goers, the would-be actors,
the directors, executives,

the pariah, and the hopeful,

all hoping to raise their position
in the food chain.

Most of them didn't even know
the rules of the game they were playing.



♪ But until that day ♪

♪ I'm gonna keep on hustling ♪

♪ So I can live a better life ♪

♪ Where everything will be all right ♪

♪ Whoa-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh ♪

♪ Hustling and trumping
to survive ♪

♪ Hey-oh, hey-oh,
hey-oh, hey-oh ♪

♪ Welcome to the ghetto life ♪

♪ Hey-oh, hey-oh,
hey-oh, hey-oh ♪

♪ Smoking -- all day and night ♪

♪ Hey-oh, hey-oh,
hey-oh, hey-oh... ♪

So, here comes the Sandman

with his wonderful bag of tricks--

The dream smuggler,

the only one who can
make things happen.

At first, I bought a strip joint.

Made it cool and very private.

See, the more hidden it was,

the more people
lined up at the door.

But then came the drugs,

a great trade
with plenty of opportunities--

Self-employed, tax-free.

You turn into your own island,

a fiscal paradise surrounded
by white sand and beautiful girls.

Still, it wasn't enough.

I needed to anchor myself
to reality,

to not become like those zombies
who crawl out at night

hoping to get cast
in the next big thing.

♪ Everything will be all right ♪

♪ Hey-oh,
hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh... ♪

So I found myself a sweetheart,

the drug-free girl next door.

Still living with her parents
and studying hard at college.

Hot in bed,

but without
that whole edge of despair.

The only one where the I word
would actually spell love.

Call her my dream or my anchor.

Call her the sweet temptation
of reality.

I call her Ashley.

And for us to have
any kind of future,

I had to make sure that Eddie and I
could step up our operation.

♪ Smoking -- all day and night ♪

♪ Hey-oh, hey-oh,
hey-oh, hey-oh ♪

♪ Welcome to the ghetto life...♪

All right, son.

What have you got for me?

What the fuck is this?

Where's my money?

That's it.

That's everything.

No, that's nowhere near
everything.

- Where's my money?
- That's it.

That's it?

One minute.

Ah, the girlfriend.

Hello, sweetheart.

Yes.

Dinner tonight for two.

Yes, of course.
I'd love to.

Okay, love you, too.
Bye.

Sorry about that.
Where was 1?

Ah, that's right!

Where is my money?

That's it, man.
I swear.

You fucking wee runt.

You runt!

Where is it?

That's it, man.
It's all watered down, man.

I can't move it.

I mean...

you guys used to have
the shit, man.

I can't push it.

You gotta tell Frank.

Don't you tell
anything to Frank.

I don't want him hearing
anything of this.

You understand?

I gotta tell Frank.
He's my boy.

I'm looking out
for business, man.

Oh, you're looking out for--

You're looking out
for business, ain't ya?

Looking out for-- you're not fucking
looking out for business!

I will kill you permanently!
Do you understand?

You get me my money now!

- Yes?
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Good boy.
Now fuck off!

You ever gonna get tired
of holding his cock?

What the fuck you talking about?

You and Madsen.

Every time he wants to take a piss,
he just calls you up,

you run over,
and you hold his tiny little cock.

He's fucking you, mate,
and you know it.

Fuck you, Eddie.

- All right.
- No, no, fuck you...

'cause he's fucking you
right up the arse

and he's laughing
all the way to the bank.

Get the fuck outta here.

All right, all right.
Take it easy.

No, no, no.
This dude's disrespecting me.

Yeah, 'cause he's telling
the truth, Tony.

Look, there's an opportunity for us
to make a hell of a lot more money.

Talk to Madsen.

See if he'll let us run more weight
on consignment.

He's not gonna do that.

Yes, he will.
He listens to you.

Look, you don't think
we can sell this shit?

We cut you in on the street level,

then that's a hell of a lot more
in your pocket

than Madsen's
ever gonna give you.

- You know that.
- I don't know.

He ain't got the minerals, son.
He ain't got the minerals.

All right, all right,
Eddie, we get it.

Come on, Tony.
What do you say?

I'll talk to him.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Yeah?

Yeah, I said I'd talk
to him, didn't I?

Attaboy!

Scottish prick.

You think he's gonna
talk to him?

No.

Frank, I told you 6:00.

You know how my family is
with punctuality.

- I know, I know, I know.
- What happened?

The traffic, it's just--

I'm sorry.

It's okay.
I'm happy you're here.

Come on, let's go.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
So, what's the deal?

Are they just sitting there
waiting for me to eat?

Yeah, they are.

Okay.

Are you nervous?

What? No.

- You're nervous.
- No, no.

Yeah, I'm nervous.
Okay.

Oh, babe, come on.
It's gonna be fine.

Let's go.
Don't worry about it, please.

Everybody, this is Frank.

Hi.

How you doing?

- Have a seat?
- Yeah.

This is me?

I'll, uh...

Thank you.

This looks great.

Madsen.

- Oh, hey, man. What's going on?
- What's up?

How you doing, man?
Good?

- Uh-huh, good stuff here.
- Look at this.

- How's it look?
-That's what I'm talking about, man.

You guys
have been drinking, huh?

- Yeah.
- I'm gonna grab one, too.

- You need anything? You're the best.
- Yeah, why not?

I gotta say, I really appreciate
you bringing me on this case, sir.

I mean, working with you is something
we all talked about at the academy.

- Oh, yeah?
- Absolutely.

The stuff you did
with the Mexican cartels is legend.

Over 40 indictments?

48, but who's counting?

So, I hear the local PD
is all over this case already.

Should we clear out the scene
before they taint it?

No, there's no need
to ruffle any feathers.

No sign of forced entry.

It's definitely
somebody they knew.

Minor struggle.

Two bodies.
Time of death-- 6:00, 6:30 A.M.

This your first double homicide?

Yeah.

- You okay with blood?
- Yeah.

Well, if you can hold
your breakfast down,

I'll buy you a burger later.

Rare.

Who killed you, Madsen?

Maxwell, DEA.

Oh, as much money
as these guys make,

you'd think they could splurge
for some decent coffee.

Maxwell, DEA.

- You're the first on the scene here?
- Yeah.

What makes you think
these guys had money?

The Rolex watches they're wearing.

Anything else?

Well, there's no furniture
in the place.

We got two bodies,
drugs everywhere.

No witnesses.
Nobody knows who they are.

Any theories?

Well, it sure as hell
wasn't domestic violence.

A deal gone bad.

Oh, you guys are sharp.

Well, Detective,
thanks for your work.

We're gonna take it from here.

So, you expect me to walk away
from a double homicide?

It's a double homicide
in an ongoing federal investigation.

You're gonna have to.

If anything surfaces that may be
beneficial to the investigation,

please call.

Other than that,
stay out of our way.

Did you just get
your driver's permit?

Haraday, let's go.

Put the card
back in your diaper, kid.

H
"Ongoing"?

Whoo.

What the fuck?

Hey!

Hey!

Come here, fucker.

- Why'd you kill Madsen?
- I didn't.

- Bullshit.
- I was here for a score.

- Who killed him?
- I don't know.

Everyone was dead
when I walked in.

And then you pulled up,
so I hid.

You all right?

What the hell happened?

We got into a little wrestling match.

He got my backup.
He tried to shoot me with it.

I put two in his chest.

I heard four shots.

Yeah, well, I was never
fucking good at math.

I want a report.

This is your federal investigation.
You do the fucking reporting.

- Freeze! Police!
- Jesus!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Jesus! It's me.

- What the fuck?
- Frankie, Jesus.

You stupid wanker.

- I could've shot you, mate.
- You didn't hear me yell "police"?

So fucking what?

"So fucking what"?
You gonna shoot a cop?

You can't shoot a cop, man.
What are you, nuts?

Come on.

You're cray-cray.

I'll give you this, Frank--
your fucking timing's impeccable.

- Open it.
- What is it?

Just open it.

Holy fuck.

He actually went for it?

Mate, I cannot believe this.

That fat fuck
never does consignment.

Christmas came early.

How much does he want?

- Can I have this?
- Mm-hmm.

Frank?

How much of a cut
does he want?

Ahem, um...

I killed him.

What?
Did you just say you killed him?

God, Eddie, you know...

you just really
shouldn't wear fur, man.

I mean, that's just cruel.

I like fur.

- It's really hot.
- Yeah.

Fuck them rabbits.

Remote control.

No, I'm watching cartoons.

- Give me the remote control.
- Jesus.

I'm watching-- fuck.

Girls, get in
the fucking room, please.

Fucking asshole.

Will you girls get
in the other fucking room?

- Fuck you.
- Jesus.

Pussy bitch.

You find that funny,
do you, Frank?

I wasn't laughing about that.

Why would you kill Madsen?

He's our fucking supplier, Frank.

We spoke about this.

We needed to get rid
of the middleman.

Yeah, we talked about it.

We talked about partnering up,
getting a better deal,

get a bit more of the action.

I didn't say go bloody shoot him.

Yeah, well, you know, I did try
talking to him and he didn't listen.

So you just killed him?

He disrespected me.

Oh, he disrespected you?

Why didn't you say that
in the first place?

That makes this
so much better, Frank.

You do realize they're gonna
have our balls for this.

No, no, no.
Not our balls, your balls.

'Cause I didn't kill him,
you did.

You want, like,
an apple or something?

Huh?

Oh, Frank, mate.

They're gonna kill you for this.

Well, if they kill me,
then I'll die.

But I'm not gonna spend
the rest of my life

as some nickel-and-dime pusher.

I did what we needed to do.

So what now?

We move this shit fast.

Get Vinnie his money.

Maybe kick him a little extra on
the side for the inconvenience.

But when they see
that we're delivering the cash,

they're gonna replace
Madsen and Tony...

- Wait, wait, wait.
- ...with Frankie and Eddie.

You killed Tony, too?

Of course you did.

What was it, buy one,
get one free, Frank?

Fucking mental.

Oh, Jesus.

Eddie, come on, man.

Look, if we're gonna do this,

let's get in it to the top.

I mean, Jesus, man.

One day, somebody's
gonna come for me.

Somebody's gonna come for you,
but when they do,

I wanna know we put it all
on the line for the big money.

We're gonna die someday.

You wanna die a nobody?

I'll never be a fucking nobody.

I'm royalty, mate.

A direct descendant
from William Wallace himself.

See, that's what I'm talking about.
That's the Eddie that I love.

- Huh?
- Aye.

Except, um...

William Wallace got his ass
handed to him by the Brits.

Fuck you, Frank.

Cheer up, man.
Look at this shit.

Take care, man.

All right, see ya.

Fucking feds.

"Ongoing investigation."

Why the fuck do we always
have to meet so goddamn early?

'Cause unlike you scumbags,

I'm a contributing
member of society.

What, you still don't trust me?

I don't trust anyone.

Yeah, well, some people
might take that personal.

What the fuck did you say?

I'm just saying you got
a fucked-up outlook on life.

Might come back to bite you
in the ass someday.

Is that a threat?

Just some advice.

Hey!

I got some advice for you--
keep your fucking mouth shut.

Focus on getting my cash
every week

or you're gonna find out
just how fucked up

my outlook on life really is.

What's up?

I checked out that cop
who was at the murder scene-- Reiley.

- And?
- I was right. I had seen him before.

Turned out we had some people
check on that place

a couple months back.

Guess who pops up
in the surveillance shots?

This picture's all we got on him?

Should I bring him in
for questioning?

No, no, no.

That'll just tip him off.

We still got a bead on these two guys
that Madsen was selling to?

You put a tail on him.

- I want these guys, all right?
- Gotcha.

Hello?

Hey, baby.

Yeah, no,
I was just resting a little.

No.

No, I didn't forget.
T-00.

6:00, yeah.

Baby, baby, baby, I promise.

Look, I'll be there, okay?

Yeah, I love you, too.

Fuck.

Somebody is in trouble.

Yeah, when am I not?

I don't get it, Frankie.

What are you doing
messing with this girl?

I mean, she's uptight,

she's anal as fuck.

I mean,
she's high-maintenance.

Yeah, you done?

'Cause that girl is the only
pure thing in my life.

She's the type of girl
you marry,

you know, start a family with.

We're your family.

You think I wanna live
the rest of my life

in this putrid shit?

First chance I get,
I'm gonna take her...

buy a farm.

A farm?

Have a million babies.

Well, I can be pure.

Pure evil.

So, let me get this straight.

You've lost my drugs.

No, I didn't, Mr. Scalise.

My associates
were brutally murdered.

Do you have my money?

- Mr. Sc--
- Can you get my money?

It's-- it's not my fault.

It's an unfortunate incident,
Mr. Scalise.

Yeah, it is unfortunate.

Come on, Mr. Scalise.

No.

Mr. Scalise,
I can't go out like that.

I just can't do it.

Come on, you fucker.

Mr. Scalise!

Take this piece of shit
out of there.

And find my merchandise.

This is a business,

and like most of them, you have
your good share of incompetence,

morons, egocentric pricks,
simpletons.

They're the ones who give
a bad rap on the trade.

You have to stay cool.
You have to learn the rules.

You have to study the markets
and understand your customers.

You have to minimize risk
and maximize profit.

Basic rules,
but so often forgotten.

Let's be honest.

This is a multi-billion-dollar
industry.

Part of it is legal--

Abuse treatments,
prevention costs, health care,

DEA budgets, jails,
morgues, et cetera.

Only a small part is illicit.

Less than 20%.

Now, my question would be,

is it really worth it
to eradicate this trade?

I don't think so, and I'm backed
by the government.

Do you have any idea
how many people

would lose their jobs
if drugs weren't around?

You think any administration
would take that risk

to increase the line
at the unemployment office?

Of course not.

The war on drugs
is just another opportunity

to accentuate the big scare--

Foreign cartels, Mexican smugglers,
Russian mobsters.

The message is simple--
beware of the foreigners.

America...

how did you forget
your origins?

Don't you remember
the melting pot?

And, by the way,
don't you know

that the fastest growing drug
in the last 20 years is meth?

Meth-- pure white trash.

All this has nothing to do with morals
and the wrong side of the law.

It's all about economy.

This is a business
and a better one than Wall Street.

They sell hope, I sell dreams.

Most of the time, I sell dreams
to the ones who sell hope.

We're businessmen,
not junkies.

We control this world.

Or at least I thought so.

This is really nice.

This is really nice.

But, you know, it's not gonna
make everything go away, Frank.

Why do you always
get so mad at me?

Frankie, you disappeared
for weeks, babe.

Seriously, where were you?

You see what I mean?

Why does everything with you
always have to be a secret?

How do you expect me to trust you
if you don't trust me?

Yeah, you're right.

I mean, the job I have,
the nightclub,

the nightlife, it's--

It's good money, but it's not exactly
the best for a relationship.

You think?

I want to sell the club.

No, no.

I don't want you to do that.
You don't have to do that.

Listen, listen.
I want to.

I don't want to-- I don't want
to do this anymore, Ash.

I want to get out of here
and start over,

- buy a horse farm.
- )

- A horse farm?
- Yeah.

I don't wanna live on a farm.

Okay, so we'll buy
something else.

- Something else. Not a farm.
- All right, something else.

But I-- when I see how you are
with your parents and your family...

And it's kinda boring.

It's amazing.

It's amazing.

It's what I want, you know?

A little Frankie
running around

with your nose.

But your eyes, though.

Definitely your eyes.

Let's get married.

Well...

if you're serious...

ask me properly someday.

What's up, baby?

Wanna party?
Come on.

What you got?

I got some good shit.

Want some of this, darling?

No, I don't want
some fucking blow.

- Come on, girl.
- No, I want some cash.

Come on.

Come on, you take care of me--
come on.

Come here.

- Fucking get your hands off me!
- Come on.

Good.

- Crazy fucking whore!
- Fuck off!

- This the guy?
- Yeah.

All right, you go talk to him,
bring him back here.

- We'll show him the picture.
- All right, cool.

- Hey, buddy.
- 'Sup?

Hey, I've got a couple questions
to ask you.

Why don't you come back with me
to the car real quick?

What the fuck, man?
I didn't do shit.

I'm gonna ask you some questions
and you're gonna answer.

Fuck you, 5-0.

Let's make
one thing crystal, amigo.

Are we clear now?

Do you know this guy?

That dude's dead, man.

Brilliant.

Now, who's moving in
on his action?

Some guy named Eddie.
Big mouth, likes to party.

Where can I find him?

I don't know.
He hangs out at this white boy bar

on Melrose and Vine.

Thanks.

- We're not gonna arrest him?
- We're done here. Let's go.

- Whoo!
- Fucker!

Jesus!

Can someone tell me
how I just missed him again?

Oh, my God.
You were closer that time.

You were closer.

Hey, hey.

Girl at the bar in the leopard print.

She says, "Try it again.”

Oh, don't we have a wild one
in here, girls, tonight?

To taming you, princess.

Jesus, fuck! Again?
I missed him again!

Eddie.

Eddie, enough already.
I'm running out of shot glasses.

Fuck your glasses, mate.

Just calm down.
Somebody's gonna get hurt.

Ooh.

- Did he just tell me to calm down?
- I think he did.

Ralph, Ralph, will you grow
some minerals, son?

Don't you ever tell me
to calm down.

Do you understand?

'Cause I will buy this bar
and I'll make you the busboy,

and let's see how fast
you can duck.

Now, bring me some more
shots in here!

Excuse me.

Come on over, my dear.

Maxwell, come in.

It's Haraday.

You see anything yet, sir?

It's pretty quiet down here.

Didn't I tell you to maintain
radio silence?

Uh, yes, sir.
Sorry, sir.

It won't happen again.

Look, Haraday, if anything happens,
you'll be the first to know.

Thank you, sir.
Won't let you down, promise.

Anything you need, just ask.

Some soy sauce would be nice.

Really?

No, just stay in position.

Bartender...

stripper...

- Hi.
- ...actress.

Hi.

But you--

I think you may be different.

You might have a real job.

Possibly...

like, a nine-to-five job.

Now, you've got the looks...

But do you have the brains?

If I had to take a stab at this,
I would maybe say...

lawyer?

- Accountant.
- Ah!

I knew it!

I was close.
I was close.

Why are you here?

My boyfriend broke my heart.

I was tired of crying about it.

That means you can just
make up for lost time.

Yeah.

Yeah, my revenge period.

We're looking
for a guy named Eddie.

- Scottish.
- Is he around?

I'm exactly the type of guy

your boyfriend would hate
to see you with.

Is that right?

It's most definitely right.

- Checkmate.
- Cool.

Eddie!

- There's gunshots.
- Get out there.

- Shit, shit, shit!
- Get over here.

♪ Rip to shreds ♪

♪ Walk away
and live your lie instead... ♪

Fucker!

♪ Say you'll leave him ♪

♪ In fact, you're never
looking back... ♪

♪ Sometimes I... ♪

Police!
Don't move, turn around!

Got any weapons on you?

Where'd they go?

Don't move!

- Nice job, Haraday.
- Thanks, sir.

Move your ass.

All right, that's it, let's go.

Come on, Eddie!

Somebody wants to talk to you!

Ah!

Oh! Oh, fuck!

You doing okay?
You all right?

I heard better things
from you, Eddie.

Need a break, huh?
Need a break?

All right, why don't
you take a break?

You shouldn't have taken
a shot at me, you Scottish prick.

Ooh! Fuck!

Fuck!

- You got a sore hand, do ya, son?
- Son of a bitch!

A sore hand?
How's your hand?

You broke my fucking hand!

How you feel?
You feel all right?

How you doing?
How's your balls, huh?

Good?

You all right, son?

You stupid fucking wanker.

Good night, sweetheart.

Wouldn't do that
if I was you, Eddie.

Aw, fucking hell.

Don't take one further step 'cause
I will blow his fucking brains out.

Go ahead.
I got three more.

Drop the gun, Eddie.

You've been a silly boy,
my friend.

It looks like it, right?

Fuck.

Could at least
wait till I was ready.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

Fucker!

Hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, what?

- Hon...
- Hmm, hmm?

- What about Eddie?
- He's not home.

Are you sure?

Eddie, I got a bottle of Dom
and two chicks that wanna meet you.

He's not home.

Maybe I can stay.

But not long.

- 'Cause I have class in the morning.
- You got class in the morning.

- I do.
- You have to be up early.

Teachers are up early.

Right. Mm-hmm.

- This is gonna rock.
- )

- Frankie!
- Whoa!

What, you don't
pick up your phone?

You can't knock?

It's Eddie.

Are you sure they were cops?

Well, they weren't fucking
wearing the uniform,

but they had guns and they were
asking me fucking questions.

What do you think?

What, like, feds?

I guess.
I don't really know.

Think, Kathy.
Where is Eddie now?

I don't fucking know.
Why don't you go find him?

- We're going to the club.
- No, we're not fucking going anywhere.

What, are you nuts? The cops
are swarming the place right now.

The cops don't give a shit
about you, Kathy.

You know what?
Fuck you.

I got company anyway.

- It's okay, it's okay.
- Company?

It's all right, it's okay.
Come on.

- What the hell is this?
- She's a friend, all right?

- A friend?
- Yeah.

And you fucking brought her here?
Are you out of your mind?

She saved my life.
What have you done for me lately?

What's going on, Frank?

I wanna go home, please.

There's an emergency at the club.

Can you just take my car?

Look, I'm sorry.
I'll call you in a couple hours.

Can you just do this for me?

Whatever.
I shouldn't have even come here.

Ash, Ash, Ash, please listen.

Don't leave like this.

What?

You want me to be excited

that you've got two girls
making out in your living room?

That has nothing to do with me.

Come on, you know
that's Eddie's girl.

Why are you even with me, Frank?

Your life and your friends--

None of this is me.

Ashley, Ash--

Hey.
He's right in there.

Eddie.

You shouldn't take
the beating personally, Eddie.

It's just business,
strictly business.

- Hey--
- Oh, here's our friend. Come in.

What the hell
is going on here, Eddie?

Calm down, son.
Just calm yourself down.

Calm down?
Who the hell are you?

Frankie, just chill, all right?

Yeah, take it easy, Frank.

And don't raise your voice!

Ha. Fuck off.

Frank, I need you to calm down.

Who the fuck is this guy, Eddie?

Hold on.
No need for the violence.

Our friend here's just venting.

And that's just a reaction
because you feel threatened

and you're scared.

But you're thinking with your balls,
my friend, which is not good.

I need you to start thinking
with your head.

Give our friend a chair.

Frank, I need you to do
what he says.

Now, listen, fellas.
I've got a problem.

You know, I like this guy.
I really do.

But I'm in a bit of a dilemma.

My merchandise has gone missing.

And when I lose my merchandise,
to make me feel better,

I have to kill somebody.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Hey, hey, hey.

Vin, Vin, as I was saying

before my friend walked in,

we will find your stuff,

we'll sell it,

we'll fill your pockets with cash.

Loads of cash.

Yeah, I like cash.

But I have a slight problem.

I've got two associates

with bullet holes
in the back of their heads.

Oh, I see how that
could be a problem.

Look, I can't bring back the dead,
but the way I see it...

anybody working for you,
governor,

they should take
better care of themselves.

And more importantly,
better care of your product.

And you think you can.

Oh, we most definitely can.

That was for your friend
pissing me off.

You really should teach him
some manners, Eddie.

Now, this is how it's gonna be.

You find and sell my coke
for full street value in two days.

Otherwise,
I'm gonna come back

and kill you
and your rude friend.

Is that clear?

Crystal.

Good.

Two days, Eddie.

Two fucking days.

Don't disappoint me.

Let's go.

Two days.

Two days!

Two fucking days.

Well, that was fucking brilliant.

How is any of what
just happened brilliant?

We're fucking alive, Frank.

Your shitty plan
actually just fucking worked.

You know what?
I knew it would.

- Ah, fuck.
- Come on, come on. Get up.

There we go.
You all right?

You didn't know it would work.

What are you talking about?
Yeah, I did.

- You were shitting your pants.
- Get the fuck out of here.

You were halfway up his ass
with that whole speech thing.

Jesus, he got you good.

- Fuck.
- It fucking worked, man.

- It worked.
- It fucking worked.

♪ Born with the funk,
I go on for days ♪

♪ While my two techniques
spin waxes and plays ♪

♪ Beats to the rhyme
on time with the cut ♪

♪ Lyrics get kicked
like the sign on your butt ♪

♪ Rappers want the secret,
how to be best ♪

♪ I'll put a triangle in your ass
just so you can guess ♪

♪ Blessed with the gift
to uplift the mental ♪

♪ Over instrumental long
like a Lincoln Continental ♪

♪ No design could shine
or out rhyme ♪

♪ Set to be smoked,
you hit the sack like a dime ♪

♪ Research hip-hop
back to the text again ♪

♪ Dropping -- like I ate
a whole plate of Mexican ♪

♪ So, fiesta, the best the world's
had to offer in the mind of the young ♪

♪ With tongues to speak
upon the worldly desire ♪

♪ But within the same time and space
bring your higher, fire ♪

♪ Oh, say, can you see?
I can see what I say ♪

♪ I believe who I be,
that's why you leave and I stay ♪

♪ All the fellas stand tough
while the freaks shake their heinies ♪

♪ I'm leaving rappers broken
like the families of the '90s ♪

♪ These MCs think their raps
are so stunning, man ♪

♪ If my name was Hammer, yo,
I still wouldn't be running, man ♪

♪ I never run,
like Herschel, I'm a Walker ♪

♪ Luke Sky, force fly,
baby-smooth talker ♪

♪ Still funky on the instant replay ♪

♪ Number one
like my initials were CK ♪

♪ I rally kids like a doobie
and his whistle ♪

♪ Attract girls like Saddam
attracts missiles...♪

♪ You're like one of us,
you'd better find three friends ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm down for my crew
and they down for the root ♪

♪ Going down the one-two
rendezvous five-two...♪

You did good, Eddie.

Thank you.

Now fuck off.

♪ You tried to make a hit
and got your own head knotted ♪

♪ You missed, so I'm gonna
rebound like Dennis Rodman ♪

♪ In the game, yo,
who wants to be best? ♪

♪ Of my skills, I show possession
like apostrophe S ♪

♪ I gets down like fourth and one
from the goal line ♪

♪ Digging up tracks by the stacks
from the gold mine ♪

♪ The beat jumps
when it feels my rhyme ♪

♪ Like a virgin
touched for the very first time ♪

♪ MCs getting loot,
but they won't get the boot ♪

♪ They songs sound better... ♪

Does anyone wanna...

buy?

How do you feel?

All right.

Let's do this.

So, we get anything on Scalise yet?

Nothing we can make stick,

Nothing we can make stick,

but we got more than enough
on these two other guys.

Oh, yeah, the Madsen
replacements.

What about Agent Royce?

She's waiting outside
with a full report.

Royce, come here.

What do you have for me, Royce?

I've been able to integrate
into their group.

I've earned their trust.

They even discuss business
transactions in front of me.

That's good work.

I understand that you had to get
romantically involved

with one of the girls
in the group?

So, tell me about that.

It's all in my report, sir.

Oh, yeah, I'm gonna
read this thoroughly.

You can count on that.

I believe that we have
more than enough

to put these guys away.

I agree. We should bust
these guys right now.

And let Scalise walk?

Put us back to square one?

Our mission's not to bust
some little dealer here.

All due respect, sir,

these guys aren't exactly
pushing dime bags on the corner.

They're moving a lot of product.

Okay, Maxwell...

you put a team
in the apartment next to them.

If nothing happens
in the next two weeks, we'll move in.

But nobody, and I mean nobody,
moves in for two weeks.

- And I don't care what for.
- Yes, sir.

- You understand me?
- Yes, sir.

I do, yes, sir.

Okay. Let's go get it done.

- Beverly.
- What?

What the hell was Thompson
talking about?

You getting involved
with somebody?

Evan, come on.
It's part of the job.

You know that.

We okay?

Are we?

Look, I'm just worried about you.

Okay, well,
I know what I'm doing.

I've seen a lot of agents go down.
It's never easy.

I don't want you to get involved
with something you can't get out of.

You knew the risks
when you first met me.

Come on, Beverly,
don't lecture me.

Okay.

You know what?

If you can't keep your
personal feelings out of the job,

then maybe we need
to rethink our relationship.

Yo, Frank, I like chilling with you
and everything,

but I ain't got all day, son.

I'm here on business.
You feel me?

I heard you all
were stocked and shit,

so I'm gonna need,
like, a half a brick.

Fuck, half a brick, huh?

Yeah, I'm steady
making moves, man.

Going out there grinding
and hustlin' and shit.

What the fuck are you doing?

What?

Did I say you could use
my blender?

No, you were playing
the video game.

I was fucking hungry, man.
I haven't eaten all day.

What the fuck--
get the fuck out of there, man.

What are you doing, man?

Aw, Jesus, you used
my chocolate ice cream?

- Fuck, man.
- There was only a little bit left, bro.

- Fuck, you don't just--
- What are you throwing that out for?

You don't come in here
and just use somebody else's shit.

- You-- where's your cup?
- You didn't have no cups.

I looked all around for cups
and you didn't have no--

You drank straight
out of the fucking container?

That's just grimy, dude.

That's your opinion, son.

- Fucking grow up, man.
- Why you gotta get all--

Why you trippin', dawg?

Just smoke that J
and fucking play your video games

and relax, dawg.

- All right.
- It's all good.

So, what's up?
Can I get that shit or what?

- Nope.
- Why not?

You can't just fucking walk in here,
expect to get half a kilo of coke.

This isn't high school, man.

Where do I keep it,
under the fucking couch?

All right, so, but, like--

You can get it tomorrow.
It's gonna be 15 Gs for half a kilo.

15 grand?
What are you, crazy, dude?

I can get it, like, for 10
anyplace else, bro.

Then get it 10 anyplace else.

All right, I'll come tomorrow,

but can I get a sample?

Why you laughing, dude?

That's my reputation.
I need to make sure that shit's good.

You know what I'm saying?

I mean, this is my career path.
You feel me, dawg?

I feel you, dude.

So, your reputation better be solid
'cause you are not getting a sample.

All right, cool, fuck it.

All right, I'll be back tomorrow.

- Yep.
- Shit's fucked up.

Mm-hmm.
Stay the fuck out of my fridge.

I ain't even going
in your fridge, bro.

I saw you lean towards it.

LRT, dawg.
That's what I'm saying.

Loyalty, respect, and trust.

You're fucking losing
all them shits, man.

- Yeah, BLT.
- Fuck you.

That's your code.

You fucked up my game,
piece of shit.

Yo, what's up, baby?
Where you going?

- Fuck off.
- Oh, why you gotta be like that?

- Creep.
- Come on, man.

Damn, you saw that shit?

You're late, Scott.

Come on,
don't call me that, man.

It's Sweetness.
How many times I gotta tell you?

- It's Sweetness, bro.
- Lighten up, Scottie.

You get what I need to know?

You know, I don't need
this shit, man.

I mean, don't informants
get paid or something?

Chill out, yo.

Ah!

Yo, what the fuck are you doing?

- Arresting you.
- For what?

- Possession.
- Oh, that's fucking bullshit, man.

Listen, fuckface.

I don't care about you
or your stupid name.

If you don't wanna be a snitch,
you should've thought about that

before you started
messing with me.

Now you got one choice.

You wanna be a live snitch
or a dead one?

Okay, okay, relax.

I'm only gonna ask you once.
Who's moving Madsen's shit?

- You all set?
- Aye.

Don't fuck this up.

As we know, this is the layout
of the apartment here.

We're gonna be in here.

Anything goes to shit,
we'll go out,

stack in the corridor,

move down here,
knock and announce.

Garcia, anybody in there,
you take 'em down.

Contain 'em, okay?

Four and five will go
bedroom two and three.

Then, uh, one and two
will move on

to bedroom one, right here.

Let's go, guys.

Frank?

Frank, baby, are you okay?

Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine.

You've been in there a long time.

You good?

Yeah, no.
I'm okay, baby.

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Come home with me.

I don't think
that's such a good idea.

Are you mad at me?

You were so distant
during dinner today.

If you didn't want to be here,
why'd you even come?

Oh, come on, Ash.

You know that this, all of it,
is just stressful for me.

I know.

Does that mean you're gonna
come home with me?

- Maybe.
- Mm-hmm?

This is ridiculous, Frank.

Why did we come
all the way up here?

I like this place.

For romance?

Are you going soft on me, Frank?

Your girlfriend
not doing it for ya anymore?

Will you shut up?
I'm trying to tell you something.

Should I be getting worried?

I'm gonna quit.

Sure.

Aw, you're kidding.

You're not?

Why would you want to quit?

Frank.

You've just killed two men

for a sweet, sweet deal.

And you wanna quit?

- Well, I ain't giving up.
- No, I know.

And I wouldn't expect you to.

That's what I want to
talk to you about.

You should just take over.

What happened?

Nothing happened, you know.
It's just...

I don't like where
this is going, man. I--

I'm fucked up half the time.

Doing crazy shit.

I don't know, man.
It's like I'm losing it.

If I don't get out now,
I'm gonna do something really stupid.

It's time to move on.

I suppose with that girl?

What, you wanna
get married or something?

Eventually.

That's gonna complicate
our friendship.

- You do know that, right?
- How?

Well, what?

What do you think I'm gonna do,
start coming 'round

dressed up as Santa Claus?

Bringing gifts for your kids?

And them calling me Uncle?

It's gonna get to a point,

Mrs. Frank is not gonna want me
around anymore.

So...

why don't you try doing
what I'm doing, man?

'Cause I'm good at what I do.

So are you.

This is the last batch
and then I'm done.

I'm disappointed.

Do you remember
when you came to this city?

I put a roof over your head.

I mean, I helped you out,
I got you started.

What do you want from me?
I owe you.

So, that's it?
This was your master plan?

A one-hit wonder and you're out.

What are you talking about, man?
I didn't have a plan.

It's just...

sometimes...

sometimes your actions
just take you on different paths.

Well, what can I say?

I wish you the best, Frank.

Thanks.

I wish you the best.

Now, let's get
the fuck out of here.

I fucking hate this place.
It's shite.

Now, in the legal world,

when you turn out to be
a poor businessman,

you go bankrupt.

You may lose your line of credit,
your assets,

worst-case scenario,
your house.

In my line of work,
most of the time you lose your life.

So it's important to have a plan B,
an exit strategy.

My way out is Ashley.

My way out is to build a normal life
outside of all of this.

I've been putting money aside,
and sooner than later,

I'm gonna be able to retire.

Yeah, I might miss
the action or the thrill,

but I'll be alive.

Maybe have kids.

A three-bedroom house
with a manicured lawn

and a pool
somewhere in suburbia.

I'll call that bliss.

Thank you for this.

I'll call it heaven.

Babe, I'm really sorry.

I haven't been
the most understanding lately,

and I know you have
a lot on your mind.

Don't-- don't be sorry.

Okay?

I got you now,
you little bastard.

♪ Ain't no excuse
not to be doing aerobics ♪

♪ When the club poppin',
you'll notice ♪

♪ Okay, move back and forth
like a focus ♪

♪ Then drop it low
to the floor, quick, oh, --♪

♪ Know this, I've been
looking 'round the club ♪

♪ Trying to find a thick chick
with the roundest butt ♪

♪ She be working up
so we work it out ♪

♪ At the end of the night
she be down with what? ♪

♪ Girl, I love the way you go ♪

♪ And flex your body
like you doing aerobics ♪

♪ So sexual, so flexible ♪

♪ Girl, don't be afraid
to show it? ♪

♪ Flex your body
like you're doing aerobics ♪

♪ Flex your body like
you're doing aerobics ♪

♪ Fle-- fle-- fle-- flex your body ♪

♪ Fle-- fle-- fle-- flex
your body... ♪

- 'Sup, boss?
- How are ya?

Good, man.
Can l get in?

No, you can't.
Sorry, you're not on the list.

Have a good time.

♪ It's all in the game ♪

♪ What y'all hustle for,
what y'all hustle for? ♪

♪ Ain't nothing to a hustler ♪

♪ Gotta stay paid ♪

♪ I got this here ♪

♪ Might as well put one
of them drops out this year ♪

♪ It's all in the game ♪

♪ What y'all hustle for,
what y'all hustle for? ♪

♪ Ain't nothing to a hustler ♪

♪ Gotta stay paid ♪

♪ 'Cause money
make your top spin ♪

♪ You ain't got to get with this,
how you gonna win? ♪

♪ Hey, let me get this
off of my chest right now ♪

♪ I am the don,
y'all just pawns... ♪

Whoa, easy, killer.

Didn't know
she was private property.

Whew, no disrespect, man.

Hey, no offense.

You already said that.

Name's Jack Reiley.

Jack, that's my name.

Look, it's cool, man.

Why don't you find somewhere else
to play, all right?

You're Frank, right?

What, are you a cop?

Yeah.

I'm off duty.

Is that right?

It's just a job, man.

I guess it is.

So, Officer Reiley.

- It's Detective, actually.
- No shit.

Why do you know me?

Oh, I've been asking around.

I wanted to meet you.

Well, you found me.

Do you mind?

You guys got it made here,
you know that?

Money, women.

Why don't you give us a break?

Come on.

- Hey.
- That is a fine ass.

You know, if I had it to do over again,
I don't think I'd be a cop.

So, quit.

Yeah, I probably should,
but I keep thinking pension.

You guys got some hot shit
going on here, though.

All I do is run a strip joint, man.

It's really not that glamorous.

Ooh.

Wow, that's some good shit.
Where'd you get that?

- It's not mine.
- No?

Mind if I keep it?

I used to get some good shit like that
from a friend of mine.

Maybe you know him.

I doubt it.

Madsen.

No?

Doesn't ring a bell?

He's dead, anyway.

You got a point to make, man?

'Cause you're just
really killing my party.

What, you think I've come here
to arrest you?

Why would I come up here
and do that?

I know everything about you.

I know where you live,
I know what time you wake up.

Hell, I know
when you take a shit, pal.

I know if that
pretty little girl of yours

knew what you were
doing here tonight, well...

You talk a lot.

No, that's the point.

I don't say anything.

What I know, I keep to myself.

So, what's your deal?

Same as you--

Power, women, money.

My money.

Consider it an insurance policy.

You're a dirty cop.

No, I'm a smart cop.

Yeah.
No, I get it, man.

What's your price?

Oh, I'm sure we can work
something out.

Yeah-- yeah, no,
we'll work something out.

What do you think...

a hundred?

Yeah, right.

$1,000, huh?

What am I talking about, $1,000?

$1,000, that's not even gonna get me
a good blow job in this town.

I mean, for an officer of the law,

it's gonna cost me
a lot more, right?

Tell me, how much
is it gonna cost me

for a detective to suck my dick?

You cannot be that stupid.

Piece of shit.

God damn it.

What the fuck
is the matter with you?

Johnny, get in here!

Fuckin' Frank, you okay?

- Yeah, I'm good.
- Help me out, man!

You come in here and starting shit?

- Come on, hold him.
- Get the fuck off!

Get him, Frankie.

I was having fun...

until you fucked it up.

You come into my club...

You're asking me
for fucking money?

- You piece of shit.
- That's enough, Frankie.

He's a cop, Johnny.

He's a fucking cop.

How do you let a cop in here,
you fucking pig?

What the fuck, Frank?

Who the fuck is that?

That's a cop.
He wants money.

You wanna give him money?

A cop? Money?

- Not our fucking money.
- I do.

You want my money?

Kathy, get me my money.

Get me my fucking money!

Okay...

Here, Jack.
Here's your fucking money.

You come in my club,

threaten me and my friends...

Frankie, let's get out of here now.

...threaten my fucking girlfriend.

Frankie.

Hey, hey, Frankie, come on!

Jesus Christ.

Oh, my God.

Get this piece of shit
out of here.

You got it, boss.

Fuck!

Turn the music back on!

Start fucking dancing now!

Beverly, are you okay?

Yeah.

- Can you control this?
- Yeah.

Mm-hmm, yeah.
Yeah.

Hey.

They shot that dirty cop tonight.

- Reiley?
- Yeah.

- They kill him?
- No, no. No, no.

I don't-- I don't know.

I'm putting a stop to this.

- You're done here.
- No, no, don't do that.

- Don't do that.
- Bev, you're too deep into it.

Evan, don't do that.
You can't do that.

You can't just pull me now.

What did I do all this for, then?

Look, I just-- I just needed
to see you, okay?

I just need to--
I just needed to know

that I'm doing
the right thing here, okay?

Okay, but...

if you find you're out of control,

just forget about the case
and just walk away.

Yeah, I got it.

Everything's gonna be fine, okay?

Just promise me, okay?

Just promise me that you'll be there
when this is done.

Yeah, I promise.

- Be careful.
- Yeah.

Well, Frankie?

This ain't good.

This most definitely
is not good.

I'm in the mood for Mexican.

How about you?

Well...

I love Mexican.

Let me get this straight.

You were mugged?

Right.

And they took your gun
and shot you in the hand.

What were you doing downtown?

That's where they dumped me.

Right, right.
So you were kidnapped, too.

Tell me again,
how many were there?

Three.

Three?
White, black, Hispanic?

I already gave a report.

Jack, there were traces
of cocaine in your blood

and "a bag of cocaine

in the right pocket
of Officer Reiley's coat."”

You have no explanation.

You can't even give us
a positive ID

on the guys who supposedly
mugged you.

If you have a substance abuse problem,
the department can help.

Damn it, Reiley,
you have to talk to me!

It's all in the report.

Okay.

That's the way you want it.

You're suspended
without pay indefinitely.

Damn it, Deb, don't do that.

We've known each other 20 years.

Long before you fucked
your way to captain.

Thanks for making this
a lot easier on me.

I'm--

I'm sorry, Debra.

I didn't mean that.

I just need a couple more days.

I'm in the middle
of something big here.

I'm gonna break this
wide open.

Internal Affairs has an ongoing
investigation on you, Jack.

I don't know what you're into,
but the shit is rolling down

from a lot higher than this office.

My hands are tied.

If I were you,
I'd get myself a good lawyer.

Since you don't have your fucking gun,
I need your badge.

Fuck!

What the fuck do you want?

Do you mind keeping your hands
where I can see them?

You gotta be kidding me.

Do I look like I'm joking?

Now, why would a perp
steal a cop's gun,

shoot him through the hand,
then leave him alive to talk about it?

The world's full of psychos.

Take you, for instance.

You know what I think?

I think you knew the person
who shot you.

I think they knew you well enough
to know you wouldn't talk

because you're too dirty
to start airing out laundry.

I don't give a flying fuck
what you think.

Do you even remember
why you became a cop?

Oh, and you do?

I'm sure you love running around
for 80 grand a year

taking it in the ass
while some two-bit punk

uses your head for target practice.

That's the job.

You're something else.

You're so fucking self-righteous.

You really think
you're making a difference?

You're not.

You're not getting
drugs off the street.

For every one you arrest,
three more pop up.

The job.
The fucking job's a joke.

Look around.

You'd better face it, Maxwell.

Whatever goals you set for yourself
in the beginning of this,

you're failing miserably.

I just want to make enough to retire.

Get out of this shithole,
go some place tropical.

Costa Rica,
anywhere but here.

You know, my first case...

there was this junkie mom
out in Nevada.

She was shooting up,
but her baby wouldn't stop crying,

messing with her high,

so this HIV-positive waste of a life

decides to stick her own baby girl
with her own syringe,

shooting her up with smack
to quiet her down.

By the time I got there,

the baby was dead
and Mom was halfway there.

Nothing I could do about it.

You know,
when I first started,

my goal was to save the world.

Now, 20 years in,

I just want to make sure guys like you
don't make it to Costa Rica.

I've seen
a million guys like you.

One day,
you're gonna fuck up...

and I'll be there.

- )
- Frankie boy.

You remember a cartoon with...

Yosemite Sam
and Bugs Bunny?

Which one?

Sam's chasing Bugs
and Bugs runs right into this house.

♪ In the shadows
you will find me ♪

♪ Beneath a veil of agony ♪

♪ There's a feeling here
fhat cuts right through ♪

♪ Like the soul
of a stone-cold stare ♪

♪ Or the dark
of a dusty old cellar...♪

So Yosemite Sam
starts pounding down on the door.

Right.

- And Bugs opens the door.
- Uh-huh.

But he opens it
dressed as a chick.

- Hi.
- You dating Frank?

So, Yosemite Sam's like,
"Pardon me, ma"am.

Pardon me, but I'm looking
for a yellow-bellied rabbit."

- Yeah.
- Bad decision.

Who are you?

And then he comes
bursting into the house.

Where the fuck are you going?

Bugs runs to the door,
jumps in front of it.

"He's not in here!
No, he's not in here!"

God damn it, get back here.

No!

- No!
- Where are you going?

No!

No!

Boom!

This big cannon
just blows him away, right?

So, at that point,
Bugs runs to another door.

"He's not in here!
He's not in here!"

And Sam's still buying this?

You fucking crazy?

What the fuck
is the matter with you?

So Sam runs over to the door...

No!

...opens the door again...

- ...boom!
- No!

This big cannon,
again, just blasts him.

So, at this point,
Sam's stumbling around,

burned, totally fucked up
and shit, right?

Bugs Bunny runs to another door.

"He's not in here!
He's not in here! No!"

Ah! Ah!

Sam's like...

“I'll take your word for it, ma'am."

“I'll just take your word for it."

I love Yosemite Sam.

- Sanchez, we're good.
- Later.

What happened?

You fell asleep, Haraday.
That's what happened.

Sorry.

Anything?

Uh, yeah.

1:37, Agent Royce
and two female suspects arrive.

One blonde, 5'7",
the other 5'2", brunette.

At about 2:23, I think one of them
went to the grocery store.

She came back at 2:48--

Haraday, anything good?

All right, try to stay awake,
will ya?

Yeah.

At least keep those things
around your ears.

You got it.

You know, like,
when you were in school

and you had to, like,
do your dream homes

and your, like, fantasy,
what you wanna be,

you know, all that stuff?

Like, what did you see?

What did you-- what was it?

What was the thing
that you wanted?

Um...

Well, first of all,
we never had that.

I don't think I actually
went to school very much.

Really?

Yeah.

All right, well, then,
let's play a game.

If you had to do that now...

What do you think?

Um...

I don't know.
I always used to like, uh...

to like animals.

Animals, really?

Yeah, I wanted to, uh...

I used to feed this cat

and I wanted to save
all the dogs in the world

and the cats and the turtles.

Turtles?

I know, that's so random.

That's very sweet.

I wanted to open up, like,

a five-star animal shelter.

That sounds really stupid.

That doesn't sound stupid at all.

You know,
like, not depressing?

Yeah. Yeah.

You know, you go to the animal
shelters and it's disgusting.

They don't clean it.
It's, like, sad.

I want to have
a five-star animal shelter

with a pool
that the dogs can swim in.

That's the best thing
I've heard in a long time.

And, like, TVs for the cats,
you know?

So they can not be depressed
and everyone's happy.

- Shit.
- What is it?

I don't know.

Then turn it up.

♪ Oh, you know
I had to rip it down ♪

♪ Oh, sure gonna get that clown ♪

♪ Go ahead
and just get down...♪

Great job, Haraday.

Yeah, you caught Royce
with her girlfriends.

Great work.

Move.

That Agent Royce
has a wild streak, huh?

Bet you had a pretty good time
with her, huh, Chief?

Shut up, Waters.

Sir, I think I have something.

- Monitor three.
- All right, what is it?

It's Reiley.

What the hell is he doing here?

Keep moving.

Please-- please don't do this.

Fucking be quiet.

Please don't do this.

Okay, you know what, you guys?
I'll get the door.

You guys just relax.
You guys just stay here and relax.

Okay.

Hold on.

- Whoa, oh, my--
- Back.

- Okay.
- Get in there.

- Please don't.
- Stop your fucking bawling.

Shut the fuck up.

Okay, come on.
Be cool, be cool.

So, then Bugs says,
“Eh, why'd you pour oil on my head?"

Frank...

Okay, your Yosemite one's better?

Frank, just stick
to selling drugs, mate.

Oh, come on, that's funny.
That's funny.

"Why'd you--" with the carrot
and everything?

That's funny, man.
What are you talking about?

Don't give me-- you know what?
I'm done.

Oh, Jesus.
The fucking door's open again.

Kathy!

Shh, listen.

You need to talk to her about that.

She'll never learn.

Come here.

- Kathy!
- Get down.

- Get down.
- Kathy!

Don't make a fucking sound.
I will shoot you.

Okay, we're moving in.

Okay, Waters, call headquarters.
Tell them the situation.

- Tell them we'll need backup.
- Yes, sir.

Follow me.

Gonna take a piss.

Make sure
you flush that toilet, Frankie.

- Fuck!
- DEA!

Turn around,
put your hands on your head.

Turn around now.

- Secure.
- Fuck!

Shit, shit, shit.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Get up.
Get over here. Now.

I'll kill ya, fucker.

DEA!

Shit!

There's one for you,
Maxwell!

You put it down, Reiley!

There's no way out of here!

You're surrounded.
Put it down now!

I'm walking out of here!

This is Special Agent Waters.

We need a medic
and we need assistance right away.

- Put your weapon down now!
- Not gonna happen!

No, no, no!

Put that gun down now!
Put it down now!

Fuck you, Maxwell.

You stay down, stay back!

Ah!

Let her go!

You fucked
with the wrong guy, asshole!

It's okay, baby.
I got you.

You hurt her, I swear to God.

What are you gonna do,
shoot me?

- Let her go!
- Just shoot me, Frank!

Fucking let her go!

Ashley!

You fucking asshole, eh?

Come on.
Come on, come on, come on.

Back the fuck off, Maxwell.

There's no way out of here.

I believe that's my gun, darling.

I'll fucking kill her.

Fuck you.

All right, stay down.

Bastards!

Freeze!

Stay back.

Hang on, baby, okay?

It hurts.

I know, I know, I know.

Shh, don't talk,
don't talk, don't talk.

No, no, no, no.

Don't do this.

This is Agent Royce.
Where's our backup?

Hey, look at me.
Look at me.

Just do what I say, okay?

Don't worry about it.
Just do what I say.

Come on, stand up.

Okay, come on.

I got her.

Keep walking.
Just keep walking.

Stop, stop.

Go, get outta here.
Go.

Go.

Come on.

Damn it.

Guess you're not going
to Costa Rica.

Fuck you.

Hey.

I had it all
planned out, but I failed.

My fault.
I should've known better.

I used to say, "I'd rather do business
with sharks than imbeciles."

At least I'd know what they want.

I'd understand how they'd try
to screw me over.

With imbeciles, you never know.

I'd rather make a deal
with the Vinnies of this world

than with a corrupt cop incapable
of controlling his substance abuse.

Should've killed him
when I had the chance.

And Ashley, Eddie, the girls--

They're dead.

The money's gone.

Plan A failed.

So did my plan B.

I suppose it's time
to start plan C.

♪ Lights blowing out ♪

♪ Eyes won't focus ♪

♪ Blood on your hands ♪

♪ You took your stand ♪

♪ You chose the world ♪

♪ Now it is done ♪

♪ You chose the world ♪

♪ For you to live ♪

♪ And for that, asking,
“What did I get?" ♪

♪ Streets of desire ♪

♪ Souls on fire ♪

♪ Everyone's gone ♪

♪ Will you make it till dawn? ♪

♪ You chose the world ♪

♪ Now it is done ♪

♪ You chose the world ♪

♪ For you to live ♪

♪ And for that, asking,
“What did I get?" ♪

♪ Started through life,
never needed no one ♪

♪ Living free,
wild on the run ♪

♪ Friends are leaving,
even some dead ♪

♪ Living the fast life,
got a gun to my head ♪

♪ Just about time,
maybe hit the road ♪

♪ Carry the Reaper's burden,
life's heavy load ♪

♪ The questions you ask in life,
he never gives ♪

♪ He's coming for you. ♪