Back to Zero (2018) - full transcript

¶ What a perfect day ¶

¶ Kindly chase my cares away ¶

¶ If you ask me, I gotta say ¶

¶ I'm doin' fine ¶

¶ Got my baby ¶

¶ Smilin' next to me ¶

¶ Takin' my breath away ¶

¶ With her big, brown eyes ¶

¶ And we're groovin', groovin' ¶

¶ To the song on the
radio, song on the radio ¶

¶ Always singin' soft and low ¶



¶ Fits the mood just right ¶

¶ It doesn't get better
than this, no ¶

¶ Nothin' can bring me down ¶

¶ I shove all my regrets, lovin'
¶

¶ To the freedom I have found ¶

Let me tell
you a little story about

a man named Henry Thorton.

Some call him Hank.

There he is.

Or I should say me,
driving to work.

I look pretty content for
a guy with an urn full of

ashes behind him.

You might even say happy.

Happy 'cause this was
the last day I had to be



in this stinking town working
for a piece of shit boss,

doing fucked up things I hated.

My job?

How do I explain?

Look, see, my boss has
girls who need

to be taken places.

Ladies who are, how
should I say,

in the adult
entertainment business.

These ladies need protection,

a little financial management,

some guidance when they stray,

muscle when if needed, the
occasionally sympathetic ear.

I provide all those services.

For this, I get a little
taste of the action,

which all goes towards
paying off my boss.

Sounds pretty simple, huh?

Not so much.

Somehow, Hank find a way
to fuck things up royally

and end up more in debt.

I was determined not to
let that happen,

today, of all days.
¶ I'm doin' fine. ¶

¶ I am doin' fine ¶

¶ I am doing
so-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh fine ¶

¶ Yeah, fine ¶

Jimmy Costello, aka the Fatman.

A refugee from the New
Orleans mafia.

His uncle came out here a
few years later

and they started up the
family business,

first working the docks,
they moved onto prostitution,

gambling, you know,
typical guinea shit.

You go to a rub and tug
anywhere in the city,

chances are one of the
young Asian ladies

giving you a happy ending
owes Jimmy for

getting her into the country.

Know this, Jimmy's not
someone you want to owe.

- It's the chauffer.

- Nice to see you too, Fawn.

- The nights sitting in the
car, staring at the back

of your stupid head,
weren't exactly

my greatest remembrances.

- Hey, hey, hey, play
nice you two.

Hey sweet cheeks, go
make me a drink?

Do you want one?

- I'm driving.

Your girls.

Girls I'm responsible for.

- Bump then?

- I'm good.

- Ladies.

- Excuse me?

- You're driving ladies,
not girls.

Remember that.

One Singapore Sling, comin' up.

- Sit down.

The last night in the
big city for ya.

We got a new guy, we want
you to give you

a little orientation to.

Kind of show him the ropes,
as it were.

- That depends.

- Hank.

You owe me, and while you
owe me, you do what I say.

- Who is this new guy?

- Charlie!

Come on, get out here.

- I think he's taking a
shit in there.

Who takes a shit at
somebody else's house?

That's just rude.

Give daddy a massage.

Oh, there he is.

- Sorry boss.

Oh.

Don't say it.

- I told ya so?

Wouldn't think of it.

- Thanks.

- Charlie, my boy.

Hank here is gonna show
you the ropes.

You were good at what you did.

He's the best at what he does.

- Not a problem.

- Okay, I got an easy
night for you two.

Gives him enough time
to how the particulars

of the new position, right?

- So what's up for tonight?

- You drive Mindy and
Simone around.

- The new driver,
what's up with him?

Oh, yeah, him.

Yeah, he got a little
familiar with Fawn here.

Yeah, take your glasses off.

- Whoa.

- So I had to give
her a tune up.

That's employee fraternization.

I look down on that.

In other words, bumping uglies.

Bad for business.

- Got it, so we're taking a
couple of girls around town.

Sounds easy enough.

Let's rock and roll.

You comin'?

- I'll see you in the car.

Is this the guy you're sticking
me with on my last night?

- Yeah, I think he's
gonna do some good things.

You teach him how to get
a little dirty.

Besides, I got something
else I want you to do also.

- And what's that?

- Hm, Mindy.

Sweet Mindy.

I'm thinking about putting
her into the inner circle,

so I want you to pick her
up and bring her back here

by the morning.

- Does she know this?

- What the fuck?

- Nice attitude, I'm
doing this for you.

Think you'd appreciate it.

You're the one who says
that you can't keep up,

that I'm too much for
you, that I gotta bring

in the second shift.

- Too much?

- Yeah.

He pops boner pills like
they're candy.

- Boner pills and cocaine,
there's nothing better.

- You know, she's just a kid.

- Hey, do you want another slap?

You bring her to me.

And when you're done,

tomorrow, you're done for good.

You good with that?

- Yeah, I'm good with that.

Charlie "Don't call me Chuckie"
Tildon.

Decent enough guy.

Ran an underground casino
that catered to the

movers and shakers on
the posh side of town.

Word is, some of his
success as an earner was

from rigging a couple
of the games.

Unfortunately for Charlie,
he cheated the wrong man

and Jimmy had to make it right.

Make Jimmy a million,
not a pat on the back.

Cost Jimmy a dime, you
get a foot up the ass,

if you're lucky.

How much you owe the boss?

- I should be square in a
couple months.

Then I'll get my casino back.

- Chances are that won't
happen nearly as soon

as you're thinkin'.

This town has a way of trippin'
you up.

- Come on.

How hard can this job be?

Sorry Hank, this aint
rocket surgery.

I'm an earner, trust me,
my friend.

- I don't doubt that.

Sometimes you rack up that
faster than the money comes in.

Let's just say I've
screwed up some

during my time with the Fatman.

- Oh, well that sucks for you.

- This, this is what we
call home base.

This bar is one of many
businesses Jimmy owns

a little piece of.

It also happens to sit right
in the middle of Jimmy's world.

Picks up, drops off,
waiting for a girl,

we can do it all here.

Right now I have to pick
up some player money.

- And here's your Cosmopolitan.

Just a little heads up,
Cosmos are really bad

for your vagina.

- So here's the deal.

She doesn't stay down
there very long.

You know, oral like stuff.

- Okay, you want a
bit of advice?

Here it goes.

First off, return the favor.

Do you go down on her?

- Um.

Yes.

- Do you get the job done?

- I think so.

- That's a big no.

Get down there and at least
get her engine running.

Better yet, stay down there
until she gets her cookie.

- Cookie?

- Orgasm, you dumbass.

Second secret to getting
your girl to stay down there:

wash your stinky ass.

Nothing ruins the mood
like the wafting smell

of an unwashed ass.

- Words of wisdom, all
for the price of a drink.

- Oh, uh, hello Hank.

I was just gonna call you.

- What day is it?

- Huh?

- What day is it?

Simple question.

- Saturday.

- Exactly.

Now what day did you say
you had my money?

- Tuesday.

Which Tuesday?

Excuse me?

- Another simple question.

Which Tuesday?

Next Tuesday, Tuesday
three weeks from now?

Which Tuesday?

- Last Tuesday.

- Exactly.

Now I didn't get my
money last Tuesday.

So where is it?

- Look.

I don't have it.

I'm tapped out.

Sorry to hear
that my man, very sorry.

- We're gonna rough him up?

- Look at me.

- If you're gonna hit
me, please, not the face.

- My wife might--
- Oh, yes.

Your lovely wife Patricia.

- Patricia.

Is that the one that
doesn't get the cookie?

- Now you're
threatening my wife?

She has nothing to do with this.

Why would you hurt her?

- Hurt your wife?

What kind of man do
you think I am?

Your wife seems like a
lovely, lovely woman.

Why on Earth would you
say something like that?

The woman who takes care
of your beautiful home

at 22 Cedar Lane.

The woman who drives your
adorable child

to the monastery school
on Chestnut on

her way to volunteer at
the Furry Friends

Animal Shelter downtown.

No.

You have my word, I would
never lay a finger on her.

- Thank you.

- I do have to ask
myself why a woman who is

obviously way out of
your league would be with

a degenerate like you.

- I don't think she knows
what kind of man he is

besides an inconsiderate lover.

- I think you may be right.

So here's what I will do.

I guess I'll drop by your
beautiful home

on Cedar Street or Furry
Friends, and let her know

that her husband is a
degenerate gambler

who lost his daughter's
college fund and then some.

We got
a couple errands to run.

I'll be back here in
about two hours.

Have my money for me, or a
blowjob will be the least

of your concerns when
you go home.

- Okay.

- Go.

- Interesting.

- I guarantee he'll get
my money for me.

That man is what I like to
call, properly motivated.

Lesson number two.

I'll see you in a bit.

One more minute!

- Lesson number three,
know your girls.

Simone here is always
at least a half

hour late for everything,
so if you wanna get her

to a date on time,
plan accordingly.

- Wouldn't want her to
be late for their, uh.

- Have some class, man,
these girls don't suck dick.

Strippers.

- Exotic dancer.

You talk shit about either
of these ladies again,

and your head will go
through the nearest wall.

- Noted.

Mindy and Simone.

Simone and Mindy.

Can't say one's name
without the other.

Two ladies who are
unfortunate enough

to be in Jimmy's debt.

If there's a silver lining to
this shit show I call my life.

It's them.
- Hey.

- Hey.

What's that?

- It's called a dream catcher.

This is something that
my people use to

keep their bad dreams away.

- Dream catchers are made
by the French?

- I'm 1/64th Cherokee.

On my father's side.

This is something that I
give to the people I love

so that they can stop
having nightmares.

- That's so sweet.

I love you, too.

- Come on girls, let's go.

- All right.

I'm here.

- So, how you been?

- How excited are you huh?

One more night and you'll
never have to babysit

one of Jimmy's girls again.

- Mindy.

Mindy, let's go.

- You don't tell me what to do.

I tell you.

- Save it for the customer.

Hm.

Cute.

Come on guys.

Chop, chop.

Funny how a
smell can bring back

a flood of memories.

I don't know what it is,
but this place smells like

a candle shop at the mall.

Every time I walk past
one, I think of her.

- So what, are you just
gonna stand there?

Or are you gonna come in?

Beer?

- Kitchen.

¶ Brought me love that
wasn't true ¶

¶ Blame your arrows,
blame your aim ¶

¶ Blame the moonshine
and the rain, blame ¶

It's his father.

- Ugh, creepy.

- What the hell you doin'?

- Just looking.

- You've got issues girl.

¶ I said I want you
but I cannot say when ¶

- Are you sure it's your father?

- Of course he's sure
it's his father.

What kind of question is that?

Who else would it be?

- Just wondering.

I heard this story about
this pet cemetery

and they would take all
the cats and dogs

and put them in the
incinerator at one time

and then scoop it up and make
the ashes for their owner.

You know, like half a scoop
for a cat, three for a scoop

for a dog.

A bunch of scoops for a big dog.

True story.

I'm sure it's him.

- You know, you might
wanna get it checked.

- Just, you know, to be sure.

- So, what's the plan
for tonight?

- Uh, easy night so far.

Mindy you have Phil for an
hour, and Bradford booked you

for three hours, maybe more.

Brad must like you.

- And Simone,
you have a bachelor party in a couple hours.

- And I'm here now, why?

- Hank don't make two trips.

You can wait with Charlie and me

while Mindy does her
think with Phil.

- Phil'll be quick.

He has a feet thing.

Mostly just clipping
my toenails.

I think he keeps them.

- What does he do with them?

Make soup?

- Fuck if I know.

- Quick question, how
old are you?

21.

You seem older.

- How old do I look?

Not so much
look, more like act.

- I'm sure there's a
compliment in there somewhere.

- Totally.

- Eight letters, first
letter P, Italian cheese.

- Parmigiano, woman, mama mia.

- Be nice.

Pecorino.

Parmigiano has 10 letters.

If you wanna get all
Italian about it,

it's Parmigiano-Reggiano.

This is the guy you are
leaving me with?

- Astonishing.

Big brains and big boobs.

- Last time.

Have some respect there,
Chuckie.

- Don't call me Chuckie.

- Let's treat this as
a learning experience.

Now, you took a look at
Simone here and you made

certain assumptions.

You never jump to conclusions.

You assume things of people
and bad things can happen.

Now, she just made
you look like,

putting it as delicately
as I can, a dumbass.

You were painfully wrong.

One day you might be in a
situation where

you might think the person
you're dealing with is soft,

not to be taken seriously.

And instead of being made
to look the fool

like you just were, you
could be dead.

So next lesson, take
everyone seriously until

they prove otherwise.

- I don't need your lessons, I--

- Yeah, you do.

And for mine and Mindy's
sake, listen to him.

Your stupidity could
get us hurt.

Or something worse.
- Can I finish?

I'm a serious man, and I
have big plans.

I have plans for my plans,
and plans for my planning,

if you will.

So I will get back my little
casino, and when I do,

someday, after it's all
said and done,

I will own this town.

- Big plan man.

Listen to your Uncle
Hank and he'll tell you

a little something about plans.

They're just something
to get you into shits

when dealin' with the boss man.

Lesson number five,

keep your eyes open,
do your time,

pay off whatever it is you
owe the Fatman,

and get your ass out of
town when you're square.

- Yeah.

Just pay your debts and leave.

- Nine letters, South
African antelope,

last letter K.

- Pronghorn.

- Nice try, but yet again,
wrong.

Pronghorn does have nine
letters, but American,

and not technically an antelope.

There's no K.

Springbok.

The word you're looking
for is springbok.

Maybe you should try the
celeb weekly crossword.

It might be more your speed.

Sorry.

- Now you be nice.

He's not coming.

I knew we should have broken
a finger or something.

- You want to make a
bigger wager?

- Maybe.

Oh, and I would have lost
even more money.

- And the Vig?

- You didn't say anything
about interest.

Now, get home to your
lovely family and seriously

reconsider your life choices.

- Lesson learned.

- If you wanna stay in the game,

breaking legs and
fingers is a sure way

to get yourself busted.

Know this, gambler
fears two things:

not being able to bet
and the lady in his life

knowing exactly how
much he lays down.

- So how much?

- Enough.

Time to go get Mindy-poo.

¶ I made a list of ¶

¶ What makes mister love love ¶

¶ If I had enough ¶

- No disrespect there, Hank,
but this really creeps me out.

Can we put your dad
in the trunk?

- You'll go in the trunk first.

- Whatever.

Why is he here anyway?

- He's leaving.

- Tonight?

- Isn't that right Hank?

- How was Phil?

- What a freak.

- If it weren't for freaks,
we wouldn't be in business.

- I know, I know.

But there are freaks, and
then there are freaks.

You know what this guy
wanted me to do?

He wanted me to piss
on his feet.

- Did you do it?

- He paid me a lot.

- Speaking of money,
cough it up.

Piss money, too.

- Come on Hank, I
peed on someone.

I deserve this money.

- We'll let the Fatman
decide how much you get.

It's not my call to make.

- Jerk face.

- Lesson number six, some
girls will hold money back.

Even sweet ones like Mindy-poo.

- Sweet.

She seems like a little
badass as far as I can tell.

- Oh, you don't even know.

I'll drop Mindy
off at Bradford's

and then you at the
bachelor party.

You want me to come up?

¶ How my love is smokin' ¶

¶ Hotter than the sun ¶

Some guys hire a
stripper for their

bachelor party thinking they're
really getting a hooker.

They have visions of some
kind of tag team gang bang

at the end of the night.

My job is to let them
know just what's what.

I always say, an ounce of
threat is worth

a pound of whoop ass.

- Not fucking her.

No way I wanna end up with a
drippy dick on my honeymoon.

- Buddy, you gotta do it.

Be in a gang bang.

Cross it off your bucket list,
check.

- How about I watch a gang bang?

- If you watch, it aint a
gang bang, okay?

You need five.

- No, four's enough.

- No dude, you need
at least five.

- You know, he's right.

You have your solo sex acts,
twosome,

threesome, foursome, five
or more, that's a gang bang.

- No.

I'm pretty sure it depends on
the ratio of guys to girls.

Like if you got three guys,
one girl, that's a gang bang.

Two couples, that's a foursome.

- Three guys, one girl,
that's tag a team.

- Fuck balls, stop it.

Not gonna be in a gang bang.

End of story.

Fini.

- Do you mind if I fuck her?

- How hot is she?

- Dude, she is crazy hot.

She looks like your sister.

- You got me stripper
that looks like Erin?

- No, no, no, no, no, that
would be totally, totally weird.

We got you a stripper that
looks like your sister Shelly.

- Shelly's hot.

- No.
- Huge boobs, man.

- No.

No, not the point.

What is wrong with you?

No.

Guys, this was my night.

You're supposed to get a
stripper I like,

maybe one that looks
like your sister.

We need a new girl.

- You are ruining this
party for me.

- Come on, this is my fuckin'
night.

- Nobody cares.

Show biz.

- Okay, gentlemen,
first things first.

Cash, who's got it?

- They said you take plastic?

- Seriously?

- That's what they told
me on the phone.

- Lesson number seven,
we take credit cards.

Okay, gentlemen.

Now do you know what you
just paid entitles you to?

A couple hours of her company.

You want dancing and skin,
well then you need to tip.

Understand, gentlemen?

- Understand?

Yes.

- Yeah, sure.

- What it does not
entitle you to is fucking,

blowjobs, handjobs, rimjobs.

No jobs at all.

None of that.

You want a hooker?

Then you need to make
another call.

Any disrespect to this lady,

and you'll be gettin' a
serious visit from us.

Get me?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Now gentlemen, I give
you the lovely Crystal.

- Which one of you lucky
boys is my bachelor?

Hello.

- All right, I'll
leave you to it.

Have fun.

And first and foremost,
be respectful.

Lesson number eight, I hope
you're paying attention.

- Hm?

- All right boys, music please.

- Yeah.

Here we go.

¶ Damn his eyes, damn
his casual goodbyes ¶

¶ And each shot of heaven
is worth the pain ¶

¶ And every fallen angel ¶

Goddamn, get
the door woman.

- Okay, okay, I'll
answer the door.

I always answer the door.

Who is it?

- Hank and some funny
looking guy.

Okay.

He's not so funny looking huh?

- Funny looking to me.

- What's for dinner, Sergei?

- Sergei loves the Italian food,
so good.

But no dinner, just a
little snack.

A little bruschetta,
some tomatoes and pepper.

Mozzarella and bufala.

Perfection.

- You ever try that, uh,
pecorini?

That's some nice Italian cheese.

- Who is this man you
bring into my house,

talking cheese to Sergei?

- This is my replacement,
Charlie.

But you can call him Chuck.

- Don't.

- My new friend Chuck E. Cheese.

It is called pecorino,
and it is too dry

for caprese salad and
Sergei likes his cheese

moist.

You like, trust Sergei.

Good huh?

Like an 18 year old pussy.

- Hope Sergei likes a
taste of cheese better

than Sergei likes a
taste of pussy.

Why you talk
to me like that?

- You know I'm right.

- One day.

One day, I swear.

Is good huh?

Yes.

- We have to talk.

- Okay.

You two talk, we go drink.

Okay.

What does Hank want to
talk to Sergei about?

- I want you to meet
my replacement,

and ask a favor.

- If Sergei can do it, he will.

- I'm leaving.

In the morning, out of town,
for good.

I want you to do what you
can to make sure

Simone and Mindy are okay.

- I'll do what I can,
but why me, why not you?

- Eh, I'm goin'.

And my options are limited.

- What about my new
friend Charlie?

He can take care of them, no?

- He has a hard enough time
taking care of himself.

- I'm right here.

It's a little back up.

Trust me, you'll need it.

- You know, they should
come work for Sergei.

You.

You should come work for Sergei.

At Maycomb Shore Company,
we make good team.

Ask Electra.

Everyone loves to work
for Sergei, huh?

- Tastes nothing like pussy.

- You woman, I said moist!

So?

- Be in debt with your boss?

Not much of an option.

- You pick your own devil,
my friend,

you pick your own devil.

If you come with me
back in the day,

we own the town by now.

- Not my thing.

- I will do what I can to
take care of your women,

but first we drink.

Cheers.

Chin, chin, motherfuckers.

Tell you a little story.

My dad was a security
guard at a factory

and one day he stopped the
janitor leaving

the building, pushing a
wheelbarrow filled with boxes.

My dad checks all the boxes
carefully, one by one,

to make sure that they're empty.

Finds nothing.

Every day at five, the same
janitor leaves the factory

with a wheelbarrow
filled with boxes.

Dad checks them all,
still nothing.

Convinced something was
hinky, dad came up with a plan

to solve the mystery.

My dad casually invites
the janitor out for drinks,

his treat.

They start doing shots
of Wild Turkey,

gets the janitor
good and wasted.

They talk shit about
the company.

After an hour trading
stories about the dumbasses

that run the factory, my
dad casually asks him,

"Hey, I know you're stealing
something, and I gotta know.

"Just between you and me,
what is it?"

The janitor smiles, leans in,

and whispers one word
in my dad's ear.

"Wheelbarrows."

- I gotta say, Sergei
seems like a stand up guy.

- He's a good guy.

One of the few men I
trust in this town.

But his boss is bad news.

Sometimes he, like me, had
to do things he

might not wanna do.

But has to, 'cause his
boss orders it.

That means puttin' a
bullet in your head,

chances are it'll happen.

- You know, you gotta ask
yourself one question:

if you're so concerned
with these ladies,

why the hell are you
leaving them?

- You'll understand one day.

- What the hell does that mean?

- She should be down
by now, try her again.

- Still, straight to voicemail.

- Eh, that aint right.

- Whoa.

You got one of those for me.

- This guy Bradford is
a regular of Mindy's.

He's soft.

Who knows who's up there,
come on.

Brad, buddy?

Open the door.

Time's up.

You wanna add on, you gotta
clear it with me first.

- What the fuck?

- Anyone here?

No.

- Keys.

Where's Mindy?

She do this to you?

- Yes and no.

- Yes and no?

- Well she tied me up
and then he beat me up.

- Who?

- Some Russian piece of
crap that took Mindy.

- How do you know he
was Russian?

- Uh, he, he sounded Russian.

- Tell me what happened.

- I can do you one better.

I can show you.

- Show us?

- Just don't hit me.

It's over here.

Ah.

What the hell?

You said you weren't
gonna hit me.

- No, I didn't.

And you had it comin'.

- What's on the card?

She knew I was using a camera.

I paid extra.

A lot extra.

I like it over there
behind the plant because

it looks like something
that was shot on the sly.

It adds to the sexiness.

- Now that's just sad.

You know it's
gonna be an extra dime.

Yeah,
I'm good for it.

- Money.

Now, cupcake.

- Good?

- All right there little man.

Let's see if you can
follow simple commands.

Strip.

Show me what you bought.

- Uh, wait, wait, wait.

- Wait?
- Ah.

Armageddon?

- What now Bradford?

Too much?

- Just no marks where my
suit won't cover.

Investment bankers they
won't, you know, understand.

- Okay, got it.

All right, it's about
to get real.

Show me what you bought.

Strip!

I said sexy but this
is interesting.

You know, my grandmother used
to have one just like that.

Did you go into her
closet and steal it?

- No.

- No what?

- I, I did just what
you commanded.

I went to the store, I
told the sales lady

that it was for me.

- I think you're a liar.

I think you're a dirty
thief and you went to some

poor old lady's closet
and stole it.

You deserve punishment.

Bend over.

- Thank you, mistress, may
I have another?

- This is not some frat house.

You don't speak unless
I tell you to.

Got it?

Oop.

Speak.

- May I seek them, mistress?

- See what?

- Them.

- You mean these?

- Yes, may I see them, mistress?

- If you can't call them
tits, how in the world do

you think you're gonna be
man enough to see them?

- May I see your tits, mistress?

- And who said you call
my beautiful breasts tits?

- May I see your breasts?

- Yes.

You may see them.

But it's gonna cost you.

- How much?

I'll pay anything.

- I don't want your money.

- What then, mistress?

- Your pain.

I want your pain.

And wipe that stupid
smirk off of your face.

Are you ready?

- Yes mistress, I am so ready.

- We're gonna play a
little game.

If you can take the pain,
I might let you see.

Make a peep, and no
breasts for you.

Got it?
- Yes, mistress.

- Does that hurt?

You might wanna open
your eyes there cupcake.

- Armageddon, Armageddon.

- Oh, so close.

Maybe next time.

How's your balls?

Huh?

- Hey.

- You shut your mouth,
girly man.

You come with me.

Sergei.

- I'm confused.

- Sergei, I think that's
one of his guys.

- Your buddy?

- Had to be his boss's call.

- I'm calling the cops.

- You don't wanna do that.

- I'm fucked.

Simone.

- Hey!

- I'm borrowing this.

Don't call anybody, don't
leave this room.

Wait for us to get in touch.

Got me?

Got him?

- Try again.

- It's gone to
voicemail three times,

she's not picking up.

- Seven years, and you'd
think I'd have

learned my lesson.

But here I am again,
facing the possibility of a

couple more years of
servitude to the Fatman.

First things first, get Simone.

¶ I don't remember why,
I wanted you for mine ¶

¶ You're not the keepin' kind ¶

¶ You're not the keepin' kind ¶

What the fuck Simone?

- What?

I could say the same to you.

You were supposed to
pick me up an hour ago.

But look, I made myself
some more money.

And you know, Jimmy
doesn't get any of this.

This is all mine.

- Why is everyone naked?

- Well we were playing poker,
but I took all their money,

so then we decided to
play strip poker and,

well these guys really
suck at poker.

- We've been trying to
get a hold of you

for the last half hour.

- Oh.

I forgot to turn my ringer
on my phone on.

Oops.

- Oops?

- Yeah, oops, like, I
acknowledge my mistake.

I really don't feel like
it's that big of a deal.

- Trust me, it's a big deal.

Let's go.

- Come on man, give us a
chance to win our money back.

- Oh honey, it's not
your money, it's mine.

- Dude, take it easy.

- Do I look like someone it's
a good idea to call dude?

- Hank.

- Sorry, dude.

- I said let's go.

We have a little situation,
we need to get

you somewhere safe.

- We've gotta go.

Cool party.

- The Russians have Mindy?

- Ukrainians.

- What's the difference?

- Sergei's Ukrainian.

Ukrainians are like
Russians on crack,

not people you wanna mess with.

The question is what to do.

- We can always tell Jimmy.

It's not like it was
really our fault.

- He doesn't care
about that stuff.

Let me tell you a little
story about me and Mindy.

See, we're in the shits
with Jimmy through no fault

of our own.

Well we were told that we
could make an easy grand

if we went down to the
docks and picked up

a package and delivered it.

Well no one told us that
that package was

going to be a 16 year
old girl from Thailand.

Well we picked her up,
got her in a car.

When we got on the
Harbor Freeway,

I looked in the mirror, and I
realized something was wrong.

So through a very scary translation on my app on my phone,

we realized that this
girl had no idea

what was going on.

She thought she was
here to meet her uncle.

Jimmy was gonna put her
in one of those

massage houses to work
out her debt.

Mindy and I, we made
the executive decision.

We dropped her off
at her uncles.

They disappeared, and we
took the debt.

- Hold on, how in the world
is that not your fault?

You had a package to
deliver, you did not deliver.

Totally your fault.

- Are you not listening?

It was a little girl.

- I'm not saying what she
did was wrong,

but her saying she's in
the shits is not her fault,

she made a choice to
save some person,

knowing full well what
the consequence would be.

- Do you have any idea
how close you are

to being punched in the
face right now?

What do you have some
sort bizarre form

of Tourette's or something?

- Something happened.

I'm gonna go visit my
friend Sergei and

hope he's not behind it.

- Oh he's behind it, all right.

Russian, Ukrainian, whatever,
he did it.

Now I'm ready to go kick
some Ukrainian ass, are you?

- No.

You two will sit your
asses in the car.

- So I get to miss the gun play?

- I go in guns blazin',
no way Mindy makes it out.

I'll check out his place,
find a way to slip in.

If she's there, and get her out.

Did you want cream?

- No, I like it black.

- Another thing we
have in common.

- Mm.

Thank you, it's good.

- So.

That just happened.

Twice.

- Now what?

- Third time's the charm.

Seriously, we have to
be smart here.

We can't let the Fatman know.

- Right.

Rule number two,
no fraternization between employees.

- Employees.

More like indentured servants.

You know my ancestor that
first emigrated

to this country as an
indentured servant.

He was in debtor's
prison in England

and they put him on a ship
way back in the 1700s.

Sent him to the new
world to pay off his debt

working on whaling ships.

- That's really interesting.

- When he arrived in
America, as soon as he

saw the coast just north
of Portsmouth,

he jumped overboard,
swam to freedom.

Did they
ever find him?

- Nope.

Disappeared into the woods
in Maine and eventually

settled close to the
border of Quebec.

Got married, had nine kids.

The thing is, I
thought about him,

a lot over the last few years.

Took big balls to jump
off that ship.

So many bad things
could've happened.

Drowned, caught, killed.

But he took the leap anyway.

- So, are you saying that
being with me is like

jumping into shark
infested waters?

- No, no, no, that's not
what I'm saying at all.

But, I'm, we, we're indentured
servants in a way like him.

Like those Asians the Fatman
smuggles into the port.

We're stuck.

We're doing what Jimmy
says, when Jimmy says.

- But what's our alternative?

- Well haven't you
been listening?

We jump.

- Just?

- Leave.

Or stay here.

- Hank.

I have more to think
about here than just me.

- It's only a matter a
time before Jimmy

wants to turn you or Mindy out.

I mean, there's a reason
he gave you two a pass

and let one of his girls go.

As long as
Mindy is here, I am here.

- Hello there Hank.

Thanks for keeping me
up all night.

So?

What are you two talking about?

- You know, stuff.

- Stuff huh?

You know what I
wanna talk about?

What?

- A puppy.

I think we should get a puppy.

Because, you know, we're
gonna be here for a while.

Might as well make this
place our little home.

- Puppy?

- Yes, a puppy.

What do you think Simone?

- Why not a goldfish?

- No, no, not a goldfish,
a puppy.

A puppy means you plan
on being there

for a long, long time.

It's a commitment.

A goldfish?

A goldfish is just gonna
die in a couple of months.

You flush it down the toilet,

and then you forget about it.

We'll talk about it.

- Beautiful.

Beautiful.

Gorgeous, Sergei loves it.

My little tiger, you
look stunning.

Place this over here.

- So your friend is the agent?

- Would Sergei like you?

- Like a rug.

- Wait a minute.

You can come in now.

- Visitors?

Now?

- Come on in my friend.

Sergei sees you are lurking.

Hey.

- Why the gun?

- Looking for someone.

- These two?

Bring them.

- Get in there.

Hey boss.

This funny looking one
aint so stealthy.

- Thanks.

- What part of wait in
the car did you not get?

- You were taking forever.

- Sergei thought you
were a peeper

trying to wait for
Electra to show her tits.

- You didn't say the
agent wanted nudes.

- He didn't, Sergei did,
it's okay.

These two not who you
are looking for?

Who then?

- Mindy.

- Mindy, sweet little Mindy.

Sergei loves Mindy.

- That's why we thought
we'd find her here.

That plus the video we have
of your guy snatching her.

- Hank.

Put the gun away.

You make Sergei nervous.

- Sorry, forgot I had it.

- Show me video.

- It's all right here.

- That's a copy.

- We go look at video.

Hey, computer, now.

- Yes, boss.

- So you're a model, huh?

- What makes you say that?

- I'm a photographer.

Just a hobby, but, you
know, you never know.

- Maybe we can work together?

Yeah?

I don't think so.

- Are you ever not a tool?

- Gun runner, chef,
photographer.

- Sergei is a renaissance
man, what can I say?

- Sorry boss, uh, keys might
be a little sticky, huh?

Ew.

- Let's look at video.

You shut your mouth,
girly man.

- See?

Right there.

There's the Ukrainian guy.

Your guy.

- No Ukrainian.
- Russian?

- No Russian.

The short guy's Azerbaijan
and this piece of shit

is from Azerbaijan.

- How can you tell?

- Accent.

No Russian, no Ukrainian.

- It all sounds the same.

- That's racist.

- No.

No, it's not.

- You sound little bit racist.

You see what you think
is a Russian accent.

What you don't see is
what's really going on,

you hate Russian people.

Look again.

Tell Sergei, what is
really going on?

- What do you see?

- Fuckin' wheelbarrow.

- What?

- That little fuckin' shit.

- Who?

- Bradford.

Look.

When the Azerbaijaner,
bajainian, the guy, hits him,

there's an orange
tip on the gun.

It's a fake gun.

Look at the end.

- Someone turned off the camera.

- Exactly.

When we found our buddy
Brad, he was still tied up.

How could the video have
turned off on its own?

- I told you, Sergei
didn't do it.

But that man has her,
or knows where she is.

- And now we're right
back where we started.

You know where this guy is?

- Sergei will make few calls.

- Let's go visit Bradford.

- Let me get your number.

Next time I have a photo
shoot, I can use you

as my model.

- Oh.

Funny looking man.

I will have to say no.

Charlie, let's go, now.

- Bitch.

- Dick.

- Do we have Bradford's number?

Yeah.

- I should get this.

- All right.

- Yeah, boss?

- Is Hank there?

- Yes.

Is his phone broken?

- Not that I know of, sir.

- Then why is he not picking up?

- I'm not sure about that.

Anything I can do?

- Yeah, just tell him that
thing that we talked about,

I definitely want that to happen

and not to forget about it.

- The thing?

- The thing, Mindy.

I want her at my place.

So take her to her
apartment and have her

pick up some clothing
and have her at my place

by 10 o'clock, okay?

- Okay.

I'll try.

- No, no try.

You're gonna get here
and then we're gonna have

some Louis Tres, a cigar,
and we're gonna have

a good bye with Hank, okay?

- Uh, Jimmy?

What would happen if
she didn't wanna come?

Are you serious?

Well, I'll tell you what you do:

grab her by her hair,
drag her to your car,

throw her in and tell her, is
she has any other problems,

that the first time I fuck
her is gonna be

in her tiny, little ass.

So now do your job and
stop asking questions

that you know the answer to.

Son of a bitch, are
you kidding me?

Brand new on the job
and he's already

fucking pissing me off.

That's bullshit.

- Check mate.

No it's not.

- Yeah it is, look.

- Shit!

Fuck!

- What did Jimmy say?

- Well?

- He wanted to make sure we
were delivering his package.

- Package?

What package?

- Yeah, Hank, what package?

- Mindy.

- I thought these ladies
were special to you.

- They are.

Hell of a
way to show it.

It's complicated.

- Complicated?

- Yeah, right now it's
really complicated.

You forget that
someone has Mindy?

It's not really relevant
right now what I

may or may not have had
to do for the Fatman.

We need to make sure she's safe,

and we can discuss any
other plan later.

- Seriously fucked up man
and I was just starting

to believe you were a
stand up guy.

- I am a stand up guy.

Going somewhere?

- Uh, I uh, I, I wanted
to get out of town.

I thought that the
Russian might come back.

- Brad, Brad, Brad.

Where is she?

- I don't know.

The Russian guy took her.

You can ask Sergei.

- Sergei, you know Sergei?

He knows Sergei.

Funny thing, we just
spoke with Sergei

and he assures us he
doesn't have her.

And well, since he's a friend,
we tend to believe him.

- Come on, you saw the video.

- Yes, we did.

Who turned the camera off?

- Who turned the camera off?

- Nothing says I'm gonna
lie to you like answering

a question with a question.

Now, before you do something
stupid like lie again,

think about this very carefully.

You took a woman who was
very special to

a lot of people.

She's Simone's best friend,
she's my responsibility,

and unfortunately, she's
my boss's property.

So, tell us where the
Azerbaijana, or baijanian,

what the fuck do you call
a guy from Azerbaijan?

- Azerbaijani.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, she pulled springbok
out of her butt, I'd tend

to believe her.

- Anyway.

You will tell us where she is.

- You know that I can
take a beating.

- I don't plan on beating you.

I have something really
special in store.

- A few cuts?

I was cutter before
cutting was a thing.

Go ahead.

- Brad,

Brad,

Brad.

I feel like I should tell you
a little something about me.

Something that you should
think about while you

decide whether or not
you're gonna

answer our queries.

Now, I am the fourth
of four girls.

Now, my mom she thought three
girls was enough but uh,

daddy, Simon Mullins Jr.,
he convinced her to try

one more time for a
Simon Mullins the third.

As you can see,

daddy got a Simone
instead of a Simon.

- What the hell does this
have to do with

right here, right now?

- Oh, I'm gonna get to that,
but,

right now you need to listen,

and listen well.

See, I loved my daddy, and
he, he taught me so much,

like how to catch a fish,

set a snare,

to track a deer,

and how, getting to my point,

how to skin an animal.

And I was very good at skinning.

Funny story, you know how
they say there's

more than one way to skin a cat?

That is so true.

See, first, we have what's
called an open skinning.

That's where you cut
from the asshole,

up along the middle of
the body, to the chin.

Then, out along all four
arms and limbs,

'til the wrists and ankles.

Now at that point, the
skin just peels off.

Kind of like a jacket.

- Circle of life, hakuna matata,
baby.

- That means no worries,
for the rest of your days.

What?

You know your cheese
and antelope.

I know my Disney tunes.

- Look at me.

- You might wanna do
what she says.

- See the second type of skinning is called case skinning,

and this is where we cut
all along the asshole,

then up along the
back of the legs,

down around the ankles.

Skin is then peeled off
the animal's body, slowly,

like a sock.

Now, this is where it gets
just a little bit weird, but,

I remember watching my daddy
case skin a muskrat once.

- What's a muskrat again?

- It's like a little beaver.

- Oh yeah.

- Anyway, back to my story.

I remember my daddy case
skinning this muskrat and

I couldn't help but wonder,
what would it be like

to do that to somebody I
really, really didn't like.

And right now Bradford,
I really don't like you.

I'm gonna tell you what
we're going to do,

to show you just how much
I need to find my friend.

If you don't tell me what
I need to know,

I'm gonna have these two
boys tie you up

by your ankles, and I
will cut slowly around

your puckered little shit hole.

Then, I'll cut you from
your ass to your ankles

and slowly peel the skin
off your body.

Now I'm gonna guess that
you'll peel to right

around your knees until you
tell me what I wanna know.

So save yourself a world
of pain, Brad,

and tell me,

where is Mindy?

- She's fucking crazy.

- You might not wanna call
a woman who has

a knife in her hand,
threatening to cut

around your asshole, crazy.

Just a suggestion, Brad.

- Get some rope.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait
I'll tell you.

I'll tell you, the Russian.

- Azerbaijani.

- Whatev--

Ah, the Azerbaijani.

He, he, he lives on the
other side of downtown.

The corner of Kentworth
and Vista Grande.

- Let's go see the Azerbaijani.

That's a nice dream catcher.

Where'd you get that?

- I don't know.

- It's always the quiet ones,
just slightly off center.

- Let's go.

- You know, now that
I think about,

maybe I should take a
cab and go home.

Well this could get really
crazy and I don't wanna

get in the way, so,
maybe you could just drop

me off on the way.

- Whoa, you were just
about to skin someone alive

and now this is too
serious for you?

- If you insist.

At the very least, we can
drop you off at the Azerba--

Azerbaijani's.

- You better hope that whoever
gave you that dream catcher

loves you.

- I think she does.

- Let's hope so, cupcake.

You're leaving?

- As soon as I pay
the Fatman off.

- And you're gone.

You've known this
the whole time?

You sit down.

- You can come with me.

- Or, you could stay.

I still owe Jimmy.

If I'm leaving, he's chasing
me, he's chasing you.

- We get somewhere safe
and we call him,

make him a deal, pay
him back somehow.

- It's not about the
money with that sick fuck.

He likes owning things,
Hank, owning people.

He owns us.

And he is never gonna
let either one of us go.

- He has to let me go.

In a few weeks, I'm square.

- I'm not.

But if you are so ready
for me to leave while I

still owe him, why not you?

- What?

- Leave, why don't you go?

Let's just leave,
let's go together.

Or...

- Or what?

- Stay.

- I can't do that.

What?

- Either.

- You are not a serious man,
Hank.

Now get the fuck out
of my house.

Why?

- Why what?

- Why did you start all
this if you knew

you were just gonna leave?

- Hey there, baby girl.

- Did you hear all that?

- How could I not?

- I'm sorry.

- No need.

We don't need any
stinking men anyway.

It's just you and me.

You and me against the world.

Say it.

- It's just you and me,
against the world.

- And a puppy.

- What kind of puppy do
you wanna get?

- Definitely a rescue.

Maybe a puggle.

¶ I swear I didn't do it¶

- Where is she?

- She's not here.

- Did you check everywhere?

- Yes, even under the bed.

Which, by the way is disgusting.

There's like a hundred
used condoms under there.

That has to be against some
sort of safety health code.

- So where is she?

- Who?

- You know who.

The girl.

Where's the girl?

- Give me your phone.

- What?

- Give me your fucking phone.

What's the password?

- Give him the pass code.

- Ah.

- Relax or I'll break it off.

- Nice.

Hm.

Ana.

Eh, there's like five
calls to a woman named Ana.

Who's Ana?

Does she have the girl?

- Ana is my mother.

- What kind of fool do
you think I am?

- Well I do not know.

What kind of fool are you?

- Totally walked into that one.

- Who calls their mother
by their first name?

That's just totally
disrespectful, no.

I am gonna call this
dirty, stinky whore bitch

and ask her a few questions.

- I would not do that.

- Oh really?

What are you gonna do?

- Me?
- Yeah.

- Nothing.

- Exactly.

It's ringing.

- I tell you--
- Shut your trap.

- You don't want to.

- Hello Ana.

Nevermind who this is.

I have a few questions
for your dirty, stinky,

poochie ass, ugh.

I told Chuck about
the dangers of treating

a serious man like he's a pussy.

Well, what I didn't tell
him it's almost as bad

to treat a pussy like
he's a serious man.

Take the Azerbaijani here.

He looks serious, he talks
serious, like he's hard,

someone to be reckoned with.

But turns out, he's not
a serious man.

- I meant absolutely
no disrespect.

No he's right here, I'm
just using his phone.

Okay, she wants to talk to you.

- Yes, Ana?

Oh, no, no, no, no, just
these two guys,

they're two of my friends.

They're just being silly.

Yes, yes, Ana.

No.

No.

Yes.

Yes, Ana.

Ana would like to speak
to you again.

She insists.

- Hello Ana.

No.

What do you.

What do you want me to call you?

Gasinov.

Yeah, sorry Mrs. Gasinov.

Look, I'm really sorry.

I didn't mean any disrespect.

Sunday?

Yes?

Okay, see you Sunday.

Bye.

- You'll see her Sunday?

- She invited me to dinner.

I was too scared to say no.

Your mom is scary.

I can't believe you
call her Ana.

- Ana means mother.

Her name is Leila.

- Oh.

Well, apparently, Leila and
you and me and my mother

are having dinner on Sunday.

She wants to have a
word with me.

- Okay then, now, back to
why we're here.

Where is Mindy?

- Mindy.

You're looking for Mindy.

- Yes.

Who the fuck do you
think we're looking for?

- I do not know.

You asked me where is the girl.

The girl, I do not
know the girl.

I know Mindy.

Mindy is my friend, we go
to flea market.

- If you guys are such
good friends,

why did you kidnap her tonight?

- No, no, no, no, I did
not kidnap her.

I come to do her a favor.

She said she has new boyfriend
who is a little bit, uh,

what is word?

Kinky.

Kinky.

Kinky, so her kinky new
boyfriend wants to have someone

come in and slap him
around a little

and pretend to kidnap her,
take her away,

and I said I would do this.

Uh, I think it is fun to
hit someone, eh--

- Where did you take her?

- Nowhere.

I come in, I hit him,
I yell at him a little.

I hit him a few more time.

Did I say I like hitting?

It's fun.

So, then I am grabbing her,
we go outside,

go out the door, and she's
hugging me, thanking me,

saying he needs this because
he needs it for making up,

what is?

Ah, he needs to make the wood,
the wood.

Wood, like he makes...

Okay, so yeah, and then
we are outside, I go home.

Last time I see her was
right outside front door.

- Sneaky little bitches.

- Is Mindy missing?

- Not anymore.

- So I'll see you Sunday?

What should I bring?

- Uh.

Maybe bottle of wine.

Bring red zinfandel.

Ana loves zinfandel.

- We cool?

- Maybe.

We'll see.

- Hank.

- Why?

- Look at her, Hank.

Look at her.
- Believe me, I am.

Where are you goin'?

Huh, you ready to leave?

Stick me with your debt?

What the fuck did I
ever do to you?

I thought we were friends.

- Chad was supposed to
drive tonight.

I figured that if I was gone,

Simone could just
leave with you.

We can't be here, Hank,
it's no good.

And if I go to the
Fatman, I'm gonna end up

like all the rest.

- So you know.

We'll go to Jimmy's,
we'll straighten this out.

He can be reasoned with.

- If you really believe that,
then you are

a special kind of stupid.

- What the fuck else can I do?

She's gone, we're all fucked.

She's on the run, the rest
of us are stuck

here even longer.

I understand.

- Mindy.

Baby, put the gun down.

Where is he?

- Who?

- Brad.

He said that he was gonna
come to take me to the farm.

- He's kind of tied up.

What?

- She has a gun pointed at you.

Mindy.

Mindy, baby, trust me.

If he could be here,
he would be.

But you're gonna have to
put the gun down.

Please, Mindy.

- He said that we were
gonna get married.

Have babies.

Live off the grid, where
Jimmy couldn't find us.

He promised.

He promised.

- Not the first time
I've been on

the business end of a gun.

I may look calm, but
let me tell you,

I'm about to shit my pants.

See, when the person
holding the gun is angry,

they can be reasoned with,
talked down.

But someone who is hopeless,
despondent,

feeling like they
have no way out?

Well, chances are
they will shoot.

The trick is to give them hope.

Tell me more about the farm.
- Yeah, tell us about it.

- It was, it was beautiful.

In the mountains, with
a little cabin.

White with green shutters.

- Sounds nice.
- Were there animals?

Tell us about the animals.

- There was a barn for
horses and chickens.

Brad said that we can get a
cow and make our own butter.

And rabbits, there were
gonna be rabbits.

- What kind of a cow, huh?

Guernsey, Jersey, a Holstein?

I would go with a Guernsey,
they make way better butter.

- A pretty cow.

I want a pretty cow.

And there were gonna be puppies.

He lied.

- Bring him in.

Yeah, she's going up
to the roof.

No way down from there.

- I'm not going back there,
Hank.

- Mindy, we can deal with this.

- How are we gonna
deal with this?

We're gonna go live
with the Fatman?

I don't think so.

It's gonna be me doing
things too horrible

to even think about.

My life...

My life is over.

Done.

- Mindy, the gun, give it here.

- He's not coming, is he?

- I'm here.

I'm always gonna be here.

Remember?

It's just you and me
against the world.

- It would've been a
beautiful thing.

I would've been a good mom.

I could've taught my
babies how to take care

of the rabbits and
milk the cows.

Now it's done.

All gone.

- We can talk about it just,
please, put the gun down.

- That's a good girl.

You've gotta be
fucking kidding me.

- Mindy, please, this
is not the way.

- Listen to Simone.

- This is necessary.

I'm done.

Don't.

Trust me.

I think you have to let me go.

I know this is
very selfish,

but the first thing that
went through my mind

when Mindy stepped up on
that ledge was a dead Mindy

is the same as no Mindy.

If she jumps and goes
splat on the pavement,

I'm still on the hook
for her debt.

Fuck.

I'm a self-centered
piece of shit.

- Wait.

Go.
- Mindy, please, baby.

- You're here.

- What are you doing?

- Doing what I have to do.

It's the only way.

- Talk to her, Bradford.

- I love you.

Please get off the ledge.

We can get through this.

- Trust me, sweetie.

You're gonna be so
much better off.

So much better off if I'm gone.

- Don't be stupid Hank.

- Oh I'm about to get really,
really stupid, trust me.

- What are you gonna do?

Shoot the girl who's
about to kill herself?

- Please Brad.

You deserve better than me.

- No I don't.

Wait, that, that sounded wrong.

What I mean is, I deserve
you and you deserve me.

We deserve each other.

I love you Mindy, with
all my heart.

- This is either super
romantic or super pathetic.

Come on.

- You love her?

- Yes.

More than anything.

- See?

He came for you, he loves you.

- Yeah, I totally believe
that he's head over heels

in love with our girl here.

Problem is, I don't hear
you saying the same thing.

So tell us Mindy, do
you love him?

- Yes.

I love him.

- Do you really,
really love him?

Then get off the fuckin' ledge!

- This is--
- Necessary?

Oh I get that.

See it's necessary for me
that you get off the ledge

and come with me.

- Whoa, shit just got serious.

- Please, Hank.

Stop.

- Then get off the ledge
and come with me or

I swear to God, I'll blow
lover boy's head

off his shoulders.
- Hank, enough.

- It's not nearly enough.

Mindy, if you love him,
really love him,

you'll do exactly like I say.

Know this, and believe
me like you've never

believed anyone before.

If you jump, there'll be
two dead bodies

for me to get rid of.

One on the sidewalk, and
one on the roof.

- You came back for me.

- Always.

- Okay love birds, time to go.

- I will find a way to
pay her debt.

Please let her go.

You can take me instead.

- Not really a fair trade
there, now is it, Bradford?

A man a few years away from
his AARP card for a woman

in her prime earning years.

I don't really see the
Fatman going for the swap.

- Is everything business?

- Bradford, is there
really a farm?

Let me see a picture.

From your phone, do you have
a picture on your phone?

- It's my wallpaper.

- That is a nice farm, isn't it?

- Rabbits.

Show me a picture of
the rabbits.

- I don't have any.

- No pictures of the rabbits?

- No rabbits.

I didn't get any rabbits yet.

- Well, let me get
this straight.

You promised our girl
here, Mindy, rabbits,

and you have no rabbits.

- Please.

Stop.

Right about this
time it's pretty much

guaranteed that I will
do something stupid.

Dad, looks like you and
me may be in this town

a little longer.

- Where are we going?

- What about the cow?

No cows either?

- Bradford, no cows either?

- No, not yet.

- Okay you two, this
is what's gonna happen.

Bradford, you're gonna
marry this woman

and take care of her.

She will go to the farm
and buy rabbits

and a couple cows, maybe a
dog and a horse, who knows.

And keep her safe.

- You're just gonna let us go?

What about--
- You let me worry about that.

And get your ass out
of town now,

before the shit really
hits the fan.

I need you to do me a solid,
Bradford.

- Anything.

- I need you to take Simone,
too.

Get her away from here.

You do that, and we're square.

- Hank, no.

- You want me to let Mindy go?

- You know I do.

- Then you're gonna go with her.

Deal or no deal.

- Deal.

- One more thing, Mindy.

Anything.

- When you get to the
farm, can you please send

me some homemade cheese?

Okay?
- Okay.

- Well it's time to go.

Let's hope that
wasn't a mistake.

- Your only mistake was
breaking the Fatman's rules.

I knew you two had somethin'
goin' on.

I knew you were together.

I can, uh, leave you
guys alone if you like?

Or uh, drop you off in a motel,
whatever.

- Did you really think you
could tell me what to do?

- A man can try.

- Well, now what?

- Sounds like the perfect
time for a plan.

Or maybe a plan for a plan.

Told you, I'm a planner.

- What to do, what to do?

- Well, if we split the
debt three ways,

it really wouldn't be that bad.

- No.

No more workin' for the Fatman.

- We could work for
the Russians.

The Ukrainians.

Sergei was not the bad,
the worst boss.

- Or...

- Or what?

- We have one other option.

- Bye bye, daddy.

¶ Little Joey had his
insecurities ¶

¶ Used to fist to keep
his women tamed ¶

¶ Earl, he just sat and
cursed missed opportunities ¶

¶ Looking around for
someone else to blame ¶

¶ Got together on the
west coast ¶

¶ Had 500 bucks a piece
said man, let's make a run ¶

¶ Lost it all to
blackjack out in Reno ¶

¶ God knows they never
meant to use that gun ¶

¶ But that's the makin's
of an outlaw ¶

¶ Just pure bad timing's
all it takes ¶

¶ Being in the wrong
place at the wrong time ¶

¶ Might not be your
worst crime ¶

¶ But it can be your
last mistake ¶

¶ It was just a local mom
and pop liquor store ¶

¶ Old man grabbed a pistol
from the till ¶

¶ Earl yelled old fool why'd
you go and do that for ¶

¶ And he shot to scare and
he never meant to kill ¶

¶ Names and faces in
the papers ¶

¶ They were ridin' hard
and keepin' low ¶

¶ Knew they'd be caught
sooner or later ¶

¶ So they said we're
gonna take her ¶

¶ Just as far as we can go ¶

¶ But that's the makings
of an outlaw ¶

¶ Just pure timing's
all it takes ¶

¶ Being in the wrong
place at the wrong time ¶

¶ Might not be your
worst crime ¶

¶ But it can be your
last mistake ¶

¶ But it all came to an endin' ¶

¶ Little bar called
Jackson's Hole ¶

¶ With some redneck bartender ¶

¶ Didn't like the leathers or
the scooters that they rode ¶

¶ Called the sheriff from
the payphone ¶

¶ One quick
description's all it took ¶

¶ Sheriff, he was
young and eager ¶

¶ Said on this one boys, we're
gonna throw away the book ¶