Death Kiss (2018) - full transcript
A vigilante with a mysterious past moves into a city that has been infested with crime and terror. He then takes the law into his own hands so that he could save and protect a young mother and her child.
[wine pouring]
[clink]
[intense sound effects]
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[mosquito buzzing]
[police siren]
Subtitles by explosiveskull
[dramatic electronic music ♪]
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'Ey.
[dog barking]
You here for cheese pizza?
Yeah.
Where you heard about this?
The park.
You were trolling the park
at this hour?
Ain't nothin'
but junkies and tweekers.
You ain't gonna find
no pussy out there.
Definitely not
no specialty pussy.
You should just come to me
from now on.
That is, if you got the cash.
Nah, man.
I've got something
extra special in there.
You're gonna need to double
that at the very least.
She's worth it, my guy.
Matter of fact,
you should just turn back
the way you came.
'Cause once you taste
something this pure,
this young...
...you'll be ruined.
How young?
Too young.
Too sweet.
And worth way more than
what I'm charging so...
[tense music ♪]
Hold on, boss.
There's a customer in there
right now.
I just heard him finish up,
so he'll be out any minute.
Just hang out
for a little bit.
I like your money, man.
You need meds?
I got uppers,
I got downers.
I got high quality...
[grunts]
[body thuds]
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[tie zips]
[tie zips]
[man whistling lullaby]
[girl crying]
Not again. Please.
[whistling continues]
[toilet flushes]
[sink running]
[stops]
[tense electronic music ♪]
[gunshot]
[screams]
[gunshot]
[dramatic electronic music ♪]
[groaning]
[gunshots]
[Man]
The average age for girls
who're trafficked for sex
in this country is 11.
11 little years old.
And it happens every day.
They're trafficked all over,
including our back yards.
But the media asks us to put
our focus on other things.
More rights for lazy,
entitled Americans,
more equality
and more free stuff.
They want us to spend
precious court time
and law enforcement resources
to keep promiscuous women
safe from revenge porn.
The media demands
that we be outraged by racism
which is,
by their account,
the worst thing in the world.
But are any of them
even talking about this?
About innocent children
being trafficked for sex?
Isn't that the worst thing?
Isn't that worse than racism?
Shouldn't we be worried
about children's safety first?
Maybe people would care more
if the kidnapped children
had a good online presences
with clever memes
on social media.
Maybe hashtag nobody cares
about the children
because the media
doesn't talk about it.
You might consider me
a bad guy for saying this,
but until every single child
on this Earth is safe,
I don't care about any,
I mean anything else.
In the mean time, police, the people who
are supposed to stop these scumbags
from abducting kids,
they drive right past
human traffickers,
drug dealers and gang members
so they can give yours truly
a ticket.
That's right, folks.
I got a ticket on my way
to work this morning.
I said to the officer,
I said "Sir."
Yes, I did call him sir.
I said, "There's a house
a block away from my house
that's dealing drugs
from their front porch."
I said to the officer, "I'll take
this ticket with a smile on my face,
if you let me take you
to this drug house.
Observe the house
for at least five minutes
and you'll see what the rest
of my neighborhood sees
every single day.
Then you can go in there
and you can arrest them."
Of course, the cop wasn't
interested in doin' that.
He just gave me the ticket
and told me to have
a nice day.
I guess it's safer
to give tickets to a man
on his way to work
with an actual job
for not coming to a complete stop on
a street that was totally empty...
It's easier to do that than
actually stop real crimes.
Where does that
leave us, people?
[tense electronic music ♪]
Who's gonna protect us?
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[music fades]
[somber, dramatic music ♪]
Hi, Mama!
Thanks, baby.
Did I take too long?
Depends.
Did you get me any chocolate?
Yes.
And you can have some
after you eat your lunch.
Including the veggies.
I knew you were
gonna say that.
Are you hungry?
No.
And remember you said
we could take a stroll
around the neighborhood
when you got back?
Don't you wanna eat first?
I saw a mama deer
with two babies this morning.
Good.
Better than at
our old neighborhood.
Remember that crazy guy who kept
trying to break into our apartment?
Ugh. How could I forget?
That won't happen here, though.
You don't have to worry about
those types of things anymore.
You understand?
Okay.
But what about the coyote
who ate Mr. Fluffy?
Well, that was...
Can I get the mail?
Yeah.
You know what?
I would much rather deal
with an occasional coyote.
Mom!
You said she wouldn't know
were to send these anymore.
[pensive music ♪]
[sighs]
How did she find out
our new address?
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[engine starts]
[music fades]
[phone chimes]
So, what's he sayin'?
Said he's on his way.
He made it past
airport security.
He made it on the plane?
[phone chimes]
Yup.
Then we're cool.
Tell him we'll
pick him up.
All good.
Done.
[ominous ambience]
My only question is...
how we gon'-
how we gon' pay?
We need, like,
500 more.
What we'd need to do is hit some...
[bottle clatters]
[dog barking]
[dark electronic music ♪]
You lost, sir?
Yeah.
We can help you out.
How much money you got?
Six.
Six dollars?
Bullets.
[gunshots]
[intense electronic music ♪]
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[music fades]
[fire crackling]
[phone chimes]
[suspenseful music ♪]
[PA Announcement] Michael Jones
to the white courtesy phone.
Michael Jones to the white
courtesy phone. Thank you.
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[PA announcement] Flight 420
bound for Orlando, Florida,
now departing from Terminal B.
Flight 420
bound for Orlando, Florida,
now departing from Terminal B.
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I don't know you, man.
[grunts]
[coughing]
[woman screams]
Can we get a paramedic
at Gate 6.
Repeat, medical at Gate 6.
Do you know what
a keister bunny is?
Probably not.
No reason for you to know
a slang term like that
unless you've spent a lot
of time in prison.
Well, hang on
to your pants there, folks,
because a keister bunny is
a term used for somebody
who is smuggling drugs.
It's a tried and true method.
These low-life's either
swallow baggies full of drugs
or they cram them
up their keisters.
Yup.
You heard me right.
Last night at our
very own municipal airport,
some guy who just flew
into the country was found
convulsing on the floor
because the baggies of drugs
in his belly
accidentally ruptured somehow.
He was pronounced dead
upon arrival to the hospital.
Good riddance.
Of course the police were
nowhere to be found.
This was just
a happy accident.
I did take a look
at the statistics
of what the police
were up to last night.
Seems like they did bust some
kid for selling some pot.
But you wanna know
what the number one thing
the cops were up to
last night,
while this guy
was smuggling hard drugs
right under their noses?
The cops were busy
answering domestic calls.
Average response time,
20 minutes.
Talk about arriving too late.
And the cops claim
to be such heroes
for answering
these domestic calls.
They claim that
they're so dangerous.
But let me ask you this,
my people.
Who sounds more dangerous
to you?
Some truck driver who got
drunk and smacked his wife,
the waitress wife
who broke a diner plate
over her husband's head,
or armed drug dealers?
See, the cops like to pretend
to be heroes.
That's why they wear
the uniforms and badges.
But they would rather take some
drunk truck driver to jail
as opposed
to hard criminals.
The murderers. The rapist.
The drug dealers.
People commit crimes
to get drugs.
They kill each other
over drugs.
They kill others to get drugs.
So where were the cops?
Busting a bunch of jerk-off
husbands and wives
who got out of hand.
You know,
most of those couples
are gonna make up
the next morning.
But still, the cops choose
to answer those calls
because it keeps them
out of harm's way.
They can go after the ultra-
dangerous squabbling couple
as opposed
to dangerous criminals.
Which is fine,
if they wanna defend the wife
from getting a black eye,
but what about the women
and children
who are chained to beds
and used as sex slaves?
Are they less deserving
of being rescued?
How do the police
ignore murderers,
kidnappers and rapists
in lieu of
domestic violence calls?
Answer the question, someone,
for me!
The fighting husband and wife
choose each other.
If the police
wanna impress me,
they're gonna have to go after
some of the obvious criminals.
Save the squabbling couple
from their marital problems
after you've saved
women and children
who are chained to beds
and who are being raped by every
low-life in the tri-state area.
What do you think, folks?
What's more dangerous?
A cop kicking down
a harden criminals door,
or a squabbling
married couple's door?
Ooh!
[dark, ambient music ♪]
[cans clattering]
[sock]
[grunting]
Run.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Oh, shit...
[pensive, ambient music ♪]
Excuse me!
Wait! Wait!
Is it you?
It is you.
I'm just a delivery guy.
You're the man who's been
sending me this money.
I'm sure of it.
Why?
That's all I wanna know.
No... you don't.
Have we met?
Not that I recall.
I certainly don't
know you well enough
to deserve all this money
you've been sending.
I should go.
[gentle music ♪]
Please.
This-this mystery'd been...
kinda driving me crazy.
It's just a gift.
Just a gift?
[laughs]
You've given me so much money
over the last couple of years
that I was able to put
a down payment on a house.
This isn't just a gift.
You've-you've given
my daughter and I a home.
A life.
Can I just at least offer you
a cup of coffee?
Or tea?
My daughter is at school
right now.
I just want to talk.
[kettle whistling]
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I made Earl Grey.
It's hot. Thought we might
need to let it cool for a while.
Sorry about the mess.
I don't usually have company.
It's just my daughter and I.
I know.
You know...
[birds chirping]
Um... I guess you do.
You probably know
everything about us and...
...the only thing I know
about you is your name.
My name?
Well, not your real name.
Um...
[chuckles]
My daughter and I call you
the fairy godmother.
We wrongly assumed a woman
was sending us the money.
What is your name?
Good tea.
Thanks.
I'm glad you like it.
Nice property.
Thanks to you.
I don't know.
We've been here for a couple
of months now and...
...as nice
as all this is...
...sometimes I wonder if I
made the wrong decision
in choosing this place.
How so?
All this open space...
It's nice.
Inviting.
I think it gives my daughter
the urge to run.
Which normally would be a good
thing for a little girl to do,
but actually, um, she's...
I know.
You know?
[gentle, somber music ♪]
Listen, Mister.
Please understand.
I'm trying to connect
with you.
This money you send,
it means everything to us.
I'm extremely grateful
to you but...
...at the moment,
I'm curious as to why.
I do some questionable things.
And giving you money
helps me...
...even things out.
I should go.
[Man] What is that?
What the hell?
What are you doin'?
Look at your eyes.
Look at those beautiful eyes.
Like you're on somethin', baby.
- I'm not on anything.
- Don't you see that?
No!
[door opens]
Go on.
Move!
[ominous music ♪]
Right, look.
I need you to go build
a bonfire, all right?
A campfire.
Something like a distraction.
Okay? All right.
Well, well, well.
If it isn't Young Billy...
...here in the flesh.
Heard you wanted to see me.
Well, yeah. I do.
My son's hearing
didn't go too well.
In fact, it went really bad.
It seems the witness
showed up in court.
You remember him? The one you
were supposed to get rid of?
You're right. I wanted to
talk to you about that.
There's no more talking.
Talking time is over.
Now it's atonement time.
You know what that means?
Wait-wait a minute.
I ran into some problems!
Some serious issues, man.
Come on, just...
I know what you did.
You pissed yourself,
you little chickenshit.
You pissed yourself,
and now my son...
...he's goin' to prison
for life.
Oh...
and Torch...
It's really your fault.
You vouched
for the little prick.
Said he was
a stone-cold killer.
Fuck you, man.
Hey, I fuckin' thought
he was, boss.
I am.
I can kill.
- Believe me, I can...
- Bullshit!
Shut the...
Shut him the fuck up.
[choking]
Hold him tight.
I'm gonna cut
his little dick off,
throw it in the fire.
No, please! Come on!
I just got married!
I have a wife!
I'll do whatever you want!
I can kill for you!
No, you can't.
You won't.
I can kill anyone you want
right now.
Hey, come on, boss.
You cut this guy's dick off,
I'm gonna be sick.
Let him do the guy.
The guy...
The guy in the back?
- Yeah.
- It's too late for that.
He won't do it.
I can-I can do it.
I can kill him!
I'll kill anyone you want
right now.
Please!
I don't believe you.
Let's see.
[dark music ♪]
[muffled groaning]
All right.
Show me...
Show me you're a killer.
A real killer.
I will.
[muffled moaning]
Can I, uh...
Can I get a gun?
A gun? What the fuck
is he talkin' about?
Quit bein' a fucking punk,
Billy!
Do what the fuck you're told!
Use that.
Show me you're a killer.
A real killer.
Baseball bat!
- So...
- Now or never, Billy.
Who... who is this guy,
anyways?
[muffled moaning]
Just some fucking nigger!
Why?
Why don't you do
your fucking shit?
It's him or you!
Fuckin' do it, Billy.
Do it!
Quit being a fucking bitch,
and hit that motherfucker!
Do it!
[muffled moaning]
Come on!
[crack]
[groaning]
Damn.
Now we got a killer here!
Well...
- You did it.
- I did it!
You sure did.
You're a killer, Billy.
I did it.
- That's the way to get it done.
- I'm a killer.
We don't need to underestimate
you, do we, Billy?
You did your business.
You told me, Billy.
Yeah, you did.
Have a seat.
I told you.
I'm a...
I'm a stone-cold killer.
Yeah...
You did it.
You're a man of your word.
[sighs]
Shit.
The proof is in
this cherry pudding here.
[chuckles]
I'm a man of my word.
Yeah, you are!
You know what?
And I thought
you were trickin' us.
- I did.
- Nope.
Actually, I'm the one
who's trickin' you.
[ominous ambience]
What?
Let's take a closer look
at this cherry pie.
- Why not?
- What?
What?!
Dad?
Dad?! No!
Please, God, no!
Oh!
Oh, Daddy.
Daddy!
And you know the worst part?
[crying]
No!
Dad!
Your dad...
was a square guy.
He worked at that
textile plant, for what,
20, 30 years?
Just to put food
on the table for you.
He was a good guy.
And you killed him.
With a baseball bat!
Your own father!
You piece of shit!
Dad!
Oh, how are you gonna explain
this to your mama, boy?
Huh, boy?
Sons of bitches!
How could you?
How could we?
Are you kidding me?
You remember my son?
He's going to prison
for the rest of his life
because of you, Billy.
Huh? You remember that?
Oh, and guess what.
Your payback...
...it ain't even started.
No, it's not over yet.
Mm-mm.
Can we see what's behind
Door Number One?
[muffled groaning]
Me and my boys
are gonna have a little fun
with your old lady.
[crying]
[dramatic music ♪]
When I'm done with her...
...I'm gonna take
this gasoline...
...and pour it down
your fuckin' throat...
...and set your guts
on fire!
You got that?!
[muffled screaming]
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[gunshot]
[groan]
[gunshots]
[groaning]
Fucking kill him, man!
I don't know him.
[gunshot]
[grunts]
[dark electronic music ♪]
[gunshots]
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[gunshots continue]
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[gunshots]
[gunshots continue]
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[gunshots]
[gunshots continue]
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[gunshot]
[gunshot]
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[gunshot]
[gunshot]
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[rapid gunfire]
[rapid gunfire]
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[gunfire]
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[fire roaring]
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[whimpering]
[gasping]
[dramatic music ♪]
♪
[cries out]
♪
[crying]
Wait, stop!
Please just let me go!
You've seen my face.
I won't say anything, I swear.
Just let me go.
Not good enough.
Okay, listen.
I swear I won't
say a word.
I won't say anything!
Please.
Shoot him.
Fuck you!
Why?
Why? Just let me
call the police.
Fuckin' do it.
Fuckin' do it yourself.
I can't do it.
Please.
No choice.
You fucking coward.
I can't murder someone.
All right?
Somebody call the police.
I can't do it!
I won't say anything.
Just let me go.
Please, please.
Okay?
Okay?!
Fuckin' whore!
You fuckin' dirty-ass whore!
[cries out]
Fuckin' do it!
Pull the trigger.
Fuckin' shoot me, then, bitch!
Fuck you, whore!
Fuckin'-fuckin' do it!
Fuckin' shoot me, then,
you stupid whore!
Fuckin' do it!
Fuckin' shoot me!
Fuckin' shoot me!
Fuck you!
[gunshot]
[groans]
[gunshot]
[gunshot]
[dramatic music ♪]
[gunshot]
Now I can believe you.
Did you at least
ask his name?
I did,
but he wouldn't tell me.
Is he short or tall
or regular?
Regular, tall.
Is he skinny or fat
or regular?
Uh, regular.
What else?
Um, I'm not sure.
I still don't know his name,
or his number, or...
why he's giving us
all this money.
Maybe he's doing it because
he's in love with you.
I don't think so.
I do. Besides, someone should
be in love around here.
Um,
I'm the only person old enough
to be in love here, missy.
You're 10.
It wouldn't matter
if I was 20.
What's that supposed to mean?
You know.
No, I don't.
Tell me.
I'm crippled, Mom.
No one's ever gonna
fall in love with me.
I can't even walk.
Well...
I love you now...
...and I'll love you
even after you grow up
and get married.
[dramatic music ♪]
Get out.
I mean it.
I still got a restraining
order says you can't be here.
I can't stay away
from you, baby.
I guess I love you too much.
That's bullshit
and you know it.
You don't love me.
You're just running
from the law again,
and you don't got no place
better to go.
I got a place to go.
And I ain't runnin'
from the damn law.
Not this time.
I'm runnin' from some...
crazed maniac with a mustache.
Keeps comin' after me,
and I have no fuckin' clue
as to why.
Wait. Who?
Just some nutjob.
I don't even know
who he is.
Look what he did
to my goddamn arm.
He shot me.
And you know what?
I just came here...
...'cause I love you, baby.
I missed you.
I got presents.
So, be nice.
Hmm?
Put it away.
Come on, now.
Didn't I always take care
of you?
You know how long it took me
to get clean,
you son of a bitch!
Clean?
Pressure washer
couldn't keep you clean.
Fuck you.
[somber music ♪]
I know you're out there.
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♪
[distant siren]
[music ends]
[birds chirping]
I wasn't sure
if you were coming back.
I didn't wanna leave this
in your mailbox.
Well, this gives me a chance
to thank you for once.
Please don't.
It's too bad my daughter's
at school.
She wants to meet you.
Do you have a big dog?
A dog?
No.
No, um...
It's probably a coyote
that's been around here.
He ate our cat.
Do you have a gun?
No.
No, I wouldn't even know
how to use one.
Wait here.
Are you leaving again?
Just going to my car
to get something.
Okay.
Can you stay for lunch?
[gentle music ♪]
How about if I insist?
Well, in that case...
Yes.
[knock on the door]
Come in.
Is that a keyboard case?
How'd you know?
My ex was a musician.
Salsa music.
Do you play piano?
Sadly, no.
Oh?
[laughs]
Well, uh, please,
have a seat.
Um, I hope
you like vegetables.
I'm kind of trying
to overcompensate
as a mother
and I pretty much only cook
healthy food for my daughter.
Overcompensate?
Yes.
It's...
just that I used to make
bad life choices,
as they say.
I was a party girl.
I Liked drinking
and getting high.
And I guess, now that...
...you're finally here,
in person,
you should know the truth.
It might make you want
to stop sending us money...
When you hear what I did.
But I always said if I...
ever met you I'd tell you.
So...
you know exactly who you're...
being so charitable with.
You send us this money
because you think we're...
victims of circumstance.
My daughter being paralyzed
by a random bullet.
But...
...the truth is...
I was on my way
to my dealers house.
I had Isabel with me
because I was
an irresponsible mother.
And before we could knock
on the door,
we heard gunshots from inside.
My dealer was involved in a
shootout with some people inside.
We turned to run away but...
...a bullet
went through the door
and hit my little girl
in the spine.
She'll never walk again
and it's my fault.
An accident.
I wish I could believe that.
I didn't tell you so you'd
make me feel better.
No one can.
Trust me.
That was her
before the shooting.
Keep it.
I have lots of that one.
Um, sorry about all that.
Um...
Can we reset,
change the subject, please?
Anything.
Um, like, for example,
I still don't know your name.
[laughs] Come on, don't
leave me hanging here.
At least give me the initials.
K.
[giggles]
K. Is that the initial?
Yes.
Well, that's not vague,
Mr. K.
Better get used to mysteries
around you.
Um, so...
The case.
I know it's not a piano.
What's in there?
For your coyote.
[electronic hip hop music ♪]
[no audible dialogue]
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[no audible gunshots]
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[loud gunshot]
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[music fades out]
Okay, I have to go pick up
my daughter from school.
You wanna go with me?
I can't.
I understand.
I mean, I don't, but...
I guess you're not ready
to meet her.
I should go.
Can you come back tomorrow?
If you're not ready
to meet her,
just come by
between nine and two.
She'll be at school.
[birds chirping]
[dramatic music ♪]
♪
[distant gunshots]
[tires screeching]
[distant siren]
[dark electronic music ♪]
♪
[suspenseful music ♪]
- Give me the motherfuckin' cash right now!
- Oh, shit!
I'll murder your ass, nigga!
Gimme the motherfuckin' money!
You understand?!
You understand
my fuckin' round?
Give me the cash now!
Come on!
- I don't have the money!
- Where did you put it?!
I just work here, man.
The [indistinct]
came an hour ago.
Look motherfucker, I'mma blow
your motherfuckin' head off
if you don't empty the cash
register. Where is it?!
[gunshot]
[electronic hip hop music ♪]
[gunshots]
♪
[gunshot]
[thunder]
[gunshot]
[groans]
[music ends]
[birds chirping]
[doorbell rings]
[pensive, ambient music ♪]
[knocking on the door]
The door's unlocked.
Come in.
I think I understand...
...why you help.
Am I what you want?
I thought this
was what you wanted.
I'm just trying
to understand why.
I already told you.
You said you give us money
to make up for some things
you do
but you've never told me
what you do.
If you know what I do,
you'll never
want to see me again.
Not true.
Talk to me.
[sighs]
♪
We live in a world where
humans are safer than ever.
We're out of the food chain.
We have technology
that helps us live longer.
No plagues.
We should all rejoice
on what a great time it is
to be alive.
But what about those of us who still
fall victim to violent crime?
The police walk right past
obvious-looking criminals
because they claim
to not have probable cause.
The cops are told
as we are told,
not to judge people.
Judge people by their looks?
Sure.
What if you have no other
information to go on?
What if it's a safety issue?
It's popular to say, "No.
Don't be judgmental.
You can't judge a guy
that looks like a criminal
because what if he's the one-in-a-million
guy who's turned his life around?
What if you were just
a normal guy like me
and you're walking
down a lonely street
and you notice there's a lady
walking in front of you?
Should she judge me?
I'm just some guy
walkin' behind her.
I'm not gonna mug her.
Why be judgmental?
Why judge me?"
Now, if our ancestors
thought that way,
humans would've gone extinct,
the way of the dodo bird.
We would've smiled
at the snakes in the grass
and tried to pet it because...
it's unfair to assume
the snake is dangerous.
It's racist to assume
the snake is poisonous
just because
he's a snake, right?
And it's not just a race thing.
None of us is afraid
when we get approached
by a Mexican landscaper
or businessman.
But if we get approached
by a Mexican
who looks like a gangbanger,
with a low rider,
tattoos on his face
and a hoodie.
We do worry.
I would.
Does that make me judgmental?
Sure, it means I used
my best judgment.
Let me tell you
a little story.
Not too far back, a mother
was taking her baby
for a little stroll.
She was approached by two
young African American men.
They both looked
like street thugs but...
she didn't want to run away, she
didn't wanna scream for help.
She didn't want to seem
like a racist
who was judging people
based on their appearance.
One of those guys mugged her.
The other shot her baby
in the face.
He killed
her one-year-old baby
by gunshot
in between the eyes.
Bam!
True story.
And the killer was spared
the death penalty.
Even though he killed a baby,
he was only sentenced to life.
A life of food and shelter
by the state prison system.
I guess it would have been
racist of us as a society
to give the death penalty
to a young black man
when all he did was kill
a blond, white, male baby.
Oh, and by the way.
There were no protesters in the
streets calling for justice,
not for this white
privileged male baby.
No, sir.
And what about
the poor people of color
who don't turn to crime?
The ones who get up
and go to work
and make an honest living?
Does the government help them?
[scoffs]
No.
They just hit just them
for taxes.
But for thieves, rapists
and the murderers,
we give them three meals a day
in an air conditioned cell
with health care
and dental care
so that we can all
feel good about ourselves
for being so civilized
and non-judgmental.
We would save
more innocent lives
by publicly hanging murderers,
as a matter of fact,
we should sell tickets,
as opposed to jailing them.
Execution would
be a real deterrent.
Some say, we don't have
the right to take a life.
But by that logic,
maybe we should risk
more innocent lives.
Put more babies at risk
so that society can feel
righteous about itself.
Or...
...should we do the reverse?
Should we do the reverse...
and take matters
into our own hands?
An eye for an eye
isn't just revenge.
It helps prevent future crimes.
What if-
what if there was a champion
for the innocent?
Someone who took all of
the risk to keep us safe?
Someone to deliver
the kiss of death
to the scumbags out there?
Hmm.
Someone who can shoulder
all of the guilt
and make the hard decisions
so that we don't have to?
Could such a person exist?
If he could,
would you want him?
[pensive music ♪]
Food for thought.
That's all for tonight, folks.
Thanks for joining me.
I'm Dan Forthright
and you've been listing
to Justice Radio.
Cops haven't grabbed you yet?
Have something for me?
I think so.
That dealer, Tyrell.
I know where he is.
You know...
It's only a matter of time
before they catch us, now.
I don't care.
We're doin' God's work.
Cigarette?
No.
♪
A little birdie told me
where he is.
There's a lot
of civilians around.
You can't go in shootin'
the place up.
You gotta follow him
and take him out
when you're alone.
Capiche?
We understand.
We?
Me... and him.
[Tyrell] That last son of a
bitch who stole from me?
Remember that?
Came back and it was a bloody
rope and a skeleton, that's it.
[sighs]
I guess animals ate his ass.
[muffled grunting]
But you gotta love it
out here, huh?
[breathes deeply]
That fresh air?
Aw, I love it. I love it.
You know, the only thing you
gotta be afraid of out here
are the animals.
You know, I'm talking
mountain lion,
whatever.
When you come out here,
you're part of
the food chain again.
Remember that?
Hm, you got that?
You are.
That's why I brought this.
Oh...
...and I also brought...
...this.
A little barbecue sauce, hm?
Smell it.
Aw, smells good, don't it?
Mmh, yeah.
[chuckles]
We're gonna invite
some company around here.
Hey, you know, a wolf
can smell something a mile
and-a-half away in the cold.
Not to mention the bears,
hell,
they can smell something
20 miles away.
Now, I don't know if any
of this is true but...
Wait, wait, wait.
What am I talkin' about?
The bears, they are all still
in hibernation.
So all you gotta worry about are
the mountain lions or the wolves.
[muffled groaning]
[intense electronic music ♪]
[muffled]
Fuck you, man!
Fuck you.
Aw man, got that arm shot up.
Fuck! Fuck you. Fuck you.
That should do the trick.
Ugh. Fuck you.
Bye bye, beaner.
Fuck you, fuck you!
Fuck! Fuck you!
Fuck!
All right, boys,
we need to get
the hell outta here.
The smell
of this barbecue sauce
is definitely gonna
attract predators.
I'm already here.
[gunshots]
♪
[gunfire continues]
♪
[muffled]
Hey! Help!
♪
Help!
[gunshots]
[gunfire continues]
♪
[gunshots]
[gunfire continues]
♪
♪
[gunfire continues]
[groans]
[music ends]
Oh, my leg.
Oh, my fuckin' leg.
[groaning]
My leg! Ah!
Ah, you fuckin' shot me.
Didn't you?
[groaning]
Son of a bitch.
It's you.
Why the fuck...
Why are you always
comin' after me?
Huh?
You already tried to kill me
three times.
I don't even know
who the fuck you are.
Remember the first time?
The first time what?
First time
you tried to kill me?
Yeah.
You shot up my house,
killed two of my friends.
I barely escaped that.
You were selling drugs
out of that house.
I'm not Jesus.
Maybe I was.
That's my job, asshole.
While you and I were shooting
at each other...
...one of our bullets
went through your front door.
Maybe my bullet.
Maybe yours.
I don't know.
The bullet...
hit this little girl.
She's paralyzed now.
[dramatic music ♪]
I don't even know
who she is.
We both deserve to die.
My day will come soon.
It's only a matter of time.
♪
No, no, don't do that. No.
No, no, man.
No, don't.
Don't do it.
Don't... Look.
[stammering]
Look. Why don't we just
get rid of all this craziness.
All right?
Huh?
Come on. why don't you just
take me to the police.
Let the law enforcement
take care of it, you know.
You know?
Come on, man!
The law, the law.
Let 'em take care of it.
The law.
No law.
Justice.
Come on! Come on!
♪
It's crazy!
You're crazy!
Come on!
♪
[no audible dialogue]
[wolf growling]
[chains rattle]
[growling]
[wolves howling]
[gentle, dramatic music ♪]
[dramatic hip hop music ♪]
Subtitles by explosiveskull
[dramatic electronic music ♪]
[clink]
[intense sound effects]
♪
[mosquito buzzing]
[police siren]
Subtitles by explosiveskull
[dramatic electronic music ♪]
♪
'Ey.
[dog barking]
You here for cheese pizza?
Yeah.
Where you heard about this?
The park.
You were trolling the park
at this hour?
Ain't nothin'
but junkies and tweekers.
You ain't gonna find
no pussy out there.
Definitely not
no specialty pussy.
You should just come to me
from now on.
That is, if you got the cash.
Nah, man.
I've got something
extra special in there.
You're gonna need to double
that at the very least.
She's worth it, my guy.
Matter of fact,
you should just turn back
the way you came.
'Cause once you taste
something this pure,
this young...
...you'll be ruined.
How young?
Too young.
Too sweet.
And worth way more than
what I'm charging so...
[tense music ♪]
Hold on, boss.
There's a customer in there
right now.
I just heard him finish up,
so he'll be out any minute.
Just hang out
for a little bit.
I like your money, man.
You need meds?
I got uppers,
I got downers.
I got high quality...
[grunts]
[body thuds]
♪
[tie zips]
[tie zips]
[man whistling lullaby]
[girl crying]
Not again. Please.
[whistling continues]
[toilet flushes]
[sink running]
[stops]
[tense electronic music ♪]
[gunshot]
[screams]
[gunshot]
[dramatic electronic music ♪]
[groaning]
[gunshots]
[Man]
The average age for girls
who're trafficked for sex
in this country is 11.
11 little years old.
And it happens every day.
They're trafficked all over,
including our back yards.
But the media asks us to put
our focus on other things.
More rights for lazy,
entitled Americans,
more equality
and more free stuff.
They want us to spend
precious court time
and law enforcement resources
to keep promiscuous women
safe from revenge porn.
The media demands
that we be outraged by racism
which is,
by their account,
the worst thing in the world.
But are any of them
even talking about this?
About innocent children
being trafficked for sex?
Isn't that the worst thing?
Isn't that worse than racism?
Shouldn't we be worried
about children's safety first?
Maybe people would care more
if the kidnapped children
had a good online presences
with clever memes
on social media.
Maybe hashtag nobody cares
about the children
because the media
doesn't talk about it.
You might consider me
a bad guy for saying this,
but until every single child
on this Earth is safe,
I don't care about any,
I mean anything else.
In the mean time, police, the people who
are supposed to stop these scumbags
from abducting kids,
they drive right past
human traffickers,
drug dealers and gang members
so they can give yours truly
a ticket.
That's right, folks.
I got a ticket on my way
to work this morning.
I said to the officer,
I said "Sir."
Yes, I did call him sir.
I said, "There's a house
a block away from my house
that's dealing drugs
from their front porch."
I said to the officer, "I'll take
this ticket with a smile on my face,
if you let me take you
to this drug house.
Observe the house
for at least five minutes
and you'll see what the rest
of my neighborhood sees
every single day.
Then you can go in there
and you can arrest them."
Of course, the cop wasn't
interested in doin' that.
He just gave me the ticket
and told me to have
a nice day.
I guess it's safer
to give tickets to a man
on his way to work
with an actual job
for not coming to a complete stop on
a street that was totally empty...
It's easier to do that than
actually stop real crimes.
Where does that
leave us, people?
[tense electronic music ♪]
Who's gonna protect us?
♪
♪
♪
[music fades]
[somber, dramatic music ♪]
Hi, Mama!
Thanks, baby.
Did I take too long?
Depends.
Did you get me any chocolate?
Yes.
And you can have some
after you eat your lunch.
Including the veggies.
I knew you were
gonna say that.
Are you hungry?
No.
And remember you said
we could take a stroll
around the neighborhood
when you got back?
Don't you wanna eat first?
I saw a mama deer
with two babies this morning.
Good.
Better than at
our old neighborhood.
Remember that crazy guy who kept
trying to break into our apartment?
Ugh. How could I forget?
That won't happen here, though.
You don't have to worry about
those types of things anymore.
You understand?
Okay.
But what about the coyote
who ate Mr. Fluffy?
Well, that was...
Can I get the mail?
Yeah.
You know what?
I would much rather deal
with an occasional coyote.
Mom!
You said she wouldn't know
were to send these anymore.
[pensive music ♪]
[sighs]
How did she find out
our new address?
♪
[engine starts]
[music fades]
[phone chimes]
So, what's he sayin'?
Said he's on his way.
He made it past
airport security.
He made it on the plane?
[phone chimes]
Yup.
Then we're cool.
Tell him we'll
pick him up.
All good.
Done.
[ominous ambience]
My only question is...
how we gon'-
how we gon' pay?
We need, like,
500 more.
What we'd need to do is hit some...
[bottle clatters]
[dog barking]
[dark electronic music ♪]
You lost, sir?
Yeah.
We can help you out.
How much money you got?
Six.
Six dollars?
Bullets.
[gunshots]
[intense electronic music ♪]
♪
♪
[music fades]
[fire crackling]
[phone chimes]
[suspenseful music ♪]
[PA Announcement] Michael Jones
to the white courtesy phone.
Michael Jones to the white
courtesy phone. Thank you.
♪
[PA announcement] Flight 420
bound for Orlando, Florida,
now departing from Terminal B.
Flight 420
bound for Orlando, Florida,
now departing from Terminal B.
♪
I don't know you, man.
[grunts]
[coughing]
[woman screams]
Can we get a paramedic
at Gate 6.
Repeat, medical at Gate 6.
Do you know what
a keister bunny is?
Probably not.
No reason for you to know
a slang term like that
unless you've spent a lot
of time in prison.
Well, hang on
to your pants there, folks,
because a keister bunny is
a term used for somebody
who is smuggling drugs.
It's a tried and true method.
These low-life's either
swallow baggies full of drugs
or they cram them
up their keisters.
Yup.
You heard me right.
Last night at our
very own municipal airport,
some guy who just flew
into the country was found
convulsing on the floor
because the baggies of drugs
in his belly
accidentally ruptured somehow.
He was pronounced dead
upon arrival to the hospital.
Good riddance.
Of course the police were
nowhere to be found.
This was just
a happy accident.
I did take a look
at the statistics
of what the police
were up to last night.
Seems like they did bust some
kid for selling some pot.
But you wanna know
what the number one thing
the cops were up to
last night,
while this guy
was smuggling hard drugs
right under their noses?
The cops were busy
answering domestic calls.
Average response time,
20 minutes.
Talk about arriving too late.
And the cops claim
to be such heroes
for answering
these domestic calls.
They claim that
they're so dangerous.
But let me ask you this,
my people.
Who sounds more dangerous
to you?
Some truck driver who got
drunk and smacked his wife,
the waitress wife
who broke a diner plate
over her husband's head,
or armed drug dealers?
See, the cops like to pretend
to be heroes.
That's why they wear
the uniforms and badges.
But they would rather take some
drunk truck driver to jail
as opposed
to hard criminals.
The murderers. The rapist.
The drug dealers.
People commit crimes
to get drugs.
They kill each other
over drugs.
They kill others to get drugs.
So where were the cops?
Busting a bunch of jerk-off
husbands and wives
who got out of hand.
You know,
most of those couples
are gonna make up
the next morning.
But still, the cops choose
to answer those calls
because it keeps them
out of harm's way.
They can go after the ultra-
dangerous squabbling couple
as opposed
to dangerous criminals.
Which is fine,
if they wanna defend the wife
from getting a black eye,
but what about the women
and children
who are chained to beds
and used as sex slaves?
Are they less deserving
of being rescued?
How do the police
ignore murderers,
kidnappers and rapists
in lieu of
domestic violence calls?
Answer the question, someone,
for me!
The fighting husband and wife
choose each other.
If the police
wanna impress me,
they're gonna have to go after
some of the obvious criminals.
Save the squabbling couple
from their marital problems
after you've saved
women and children
who are chained to beds
and who are being raped by every
low-life in the tri-state area.
What do you think, folks?
What's more dangerous?
A cop kicking down
a harden criminals door,
or a squabbling
married couple's door?
Ooh!
[dark, ambient music ♪]
[cans clattering]
[sock]
[grunting]
Run.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Oh, shit...
[pensive, ambient music ♪]
Excuse me!
Wait! Wait!
Is it you?
It is you.
I'm just a delivery guy.
You're the man who's been
sending me this money.
I'm sure of it.
Why?
That's all I wanna know.
No... you don't.
Have we met?
Not that I recall.
I certainly don't
know you well enough
to deserve all this money
you've been sending.
I should go.
[gentle music ♪]
Please.
This-this mystery'd been...
kinda driving me crazy.
It's just a gift.
Just a gift?
[laughs]
You've given me so much money
over the last couple of years
that I was able to put
a down payment on a house.
This isn't just a gift.
You've-you've given
my daughter and I a home.
A life.
Can I just at least offer you
a cup of coffee?
Or tea?
My daughter is at school
right now.
I just want to talk.
[kettle whistling]
♪
I made Earl Grey.
It's hot. Thought we might
need to let it cool for a while.
Sorry about the mess.
I don't usually have company.
It's just my daughter and I.
I know.
You know...
[birds chirping]
Um... I guess you do.
You probably know
everything about us and...
...the only thing I know
about you is your name.
My name?
Well, not your real name.
Um...
[chuckles]
My daughter and I call you
the fairy godmother.
We wrongly assumed a woman
was sending us the money.
What is your name?
Good tea.
Thanks.
I'm glad you like it.
Nice property.
Thanks to you.
I don't know.
We've been here for a couple
of months now and...
...as nice
as all this is...
...sometimes I wonder if I
made the wrong decision
in choosing this place.
How so?
All this open space...
It's nice.
Inviting.
I think it gives my daughter
the urge to run.
Which normally would be a good
thing for a little girl to do,
but actually, um, she's...
I know.
You know?
[gentle, somber music ♪]
Listen, Mister.
Please understand.
I'm trying to connect
with you.
This money you send,
it means everything to us.
I'm extremely grateful
to you but...
...at the moment,
I'm curious as to why.
I do some questionable things.
And giving you money
helps me...
...even things out.
I should go.
[Man] What is that?
What the hell?
What are you doin'?
Look at your eyes.
Look at those beautiful eyes.
Like you're on somethin', baby.
- I'm not on anything.
- Don't you see that?
No!
[door opens]
Go on.
Move!
[ominous music ♪]
Right, look.
I need you to go build
a bonfire, all right?
A campfire.
Something like a distraction.
Okay? All right.
Well, well, well.
If it isn't Young Billy...
...here in the flesh.
Heard you wanted to see me.
Well, yeah. I do.
My son's hearing
didn't go too well.
In fact, it went really bad.
It seems the witness
showed up in court.
You remember him? The one you
were supposed to get rid of?
You're right. I wanted to
talk to you about that.
There's no more talking.
Talking time is over.
Now it's atonement time.
You know what that means?
Wait-wait a minute.
I ran into some problems!
Some serious issues, man.
Come on, just...
I know what you did.
You pissed yourself,
you little chickenshit.
You pissed yourself,
and now my son...
...he's goin' to prison
for life.
Oh...
and Torch...
It's really your fault.
You vouched
for the little prick.
Said he was
a stone-cold killer.
Fuck you, man.
Hey, I fuckin' thought
he was, boss.
I am.
I can kill.
- Believe me, I can...
- Bullshit!
Shut the...
Shut him the fuck up.
[choking]
Hold him tight.
I'm gonna cut
his little dick off,
throw it in the fire.
No, please! Come on!
I just got married!
I have a wife!
I'll do whatever you want!
I can kill for you!
No, you can't.
You won't.
I can kill anyone you want
right now.
Hey, come on, boss.
You cut this guy's dick off,
I'm gonna be sick.
Let him do the guy.
The guy...
The guy in the back?
- Yeah.
- It's too late for that.
He won't do it.
I can-I can do it.
I can kill him!
I'll kill anyone you want
right now.
Please!
I don't believe you.
Let's see.
[dark music ♪]
[muffled groaning]
All right.
Show me...
Show me you're a killer.
A real killer.
I will.
[muffled moaning]
Can I, uh...
Can I get a gun?
A gun? What the fuck
is he talkin' about?
Quit bein' a fucking punk,
Billy!
Do what the fuck you're told!
Use that.
Show me you're a killer.
A real killer.
Baseball bat!
- So...
- Now or never, Billy.
Who... who is this guy,
anyways?
[muffled moaning]
Just some fucking nigger!
Why?
Why don't you do
your fucking shit?
It's him or you!
Fuckin' do it, Billy.
Do it!
Quit being a fucking bitch,
and hit that motherfucker!
Do it!
[muffled moaning]
Come on!
[crack]
[groaning]
Damn.
Now we got a killer here!
Well...
- You did it.
- I did it!
You sure did.
You're a killer, Billy.
I did it.
- That's the way to get it done.
- I'm a killer.
We don't need to underestimate
you, do we, Billy?
You did your business.
You told me, Billy.
Yeah, you did.
Have a seat.
I told you.
I'm a...
I'm a stone-cold killer.
Yeah...
You did it.
You're a man of your word.
[sighs]
Shit.
The proof is in
this cherry pudding here.
[chuckles]
I'm a man of my word.
Yeah, you are!
You know what?
And I thought
you were trickin' us.
- I did.
- Nope.
Actually, I'm the one
who's trickin' you.
[ominous ambience]
What?
Let's take a closer look
at this cherry pie.
- Why not?
- What?
What?!
Dad?
Dad?! No!
Please, God, no!
Oh!
Oh, Daddy.
Daddy!
And you know the worst part?
[crying]
No!
Dad!
Your dad...
was a square guy.
He worked at that
textile plant, for what,
20, 30 years?
Just to put food
on the table for you.
He was a good guy.
And you killed him.
With a baseball bat!
Your own father!
You piece of shit!
Dad!
Oh, how are you gonna explain
this to your mama, boy?
Huh, boy?
Sons of bitches!
How could you?
How could we?
Are you kidding me?
You remember my son?
He's going to prison
for the rest of his life
because of you, Billy.
Huh? You remember that?
Oh, and guess what.
Your payback...
...it ain't even started.
No, it's not over yet.
Mm-mm.
Can we see what's behind
Door Number One?
[muffled groaning]
Me and my boys
are gonna have a little fun
with your old lady.
[crying]
[dramatic music ♪]
When I'm done with her...
...I'm gonna take
this gasoline...
...and pour it down
your fuckin' throat...
...and set your guts
on fire!
You got that?!
[muffled screaming]
♪
[gunshot]
[groan]
[gunshots]
[groaning]
Fucking kill him, man!
I don't know him.
[gunshot]
[grunts]
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[gunshot]
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[rapid gunfire]
[rapid gunfire]
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[gunfire]
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[fire roaring]
♪
[whimpering]
[gasping]
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♪
[cries out]
♪
[crying]
Wait, stop!
Please just let me go!
You've seen my face.
I won't say anything, I swear.
Just let me go.
Not good enough.
Okay, listen.
I swear I won't
say a word.
I won't say anything!
Please.
Shoot him.
Fuck you!
Why?
Why? Just let me
call the police.
Fuckin' do it.
Fuckin' do it yourself.
I can't do it.
Please.
No choice.
You fucking coward.
I can't murder someone.
All right?
Somebody call the police.
I can't do it!
I won't say anything.
Just let me go.
Please, please.
Okay?
Okay?!
Fuckin' whore!
You fuckin' dirty-ass whore!
[cries out]
Fuckin' do it!
Pull the trigger.
Fuckin' shoot me, then, bitch!
Fuck you, whore!
Fuckin'-fuckin' do it!
Fuckin' shoot me, then,
you stupid whore!
Fuckin' do it!
Fuckin' shoot me!
Fuckin' shoot me!
Fuck you!
[gunshot]
[groans]
[gunshot]
[gunshot]
[dramatic music ♪]
[gunshot]
Now I can believe you.
Did you at least
ask his name?
I did,
but he wouldn't tell me.
Is he short or tall
or regular?
Regular, tall.
Is he skinny or fat
or regular?
Uh, regular.
What else?
Um, I'm not sure.
I still don't know his name,
or his number, or...
why he's giving us
all this money.
Maybe he's doing it because
he's in love with you.
I don't think so.
I do. Besides, someone should
be in love around here.
Um,
I'm the only person old enough
to be in love here, missy.
You're 10.
It wouldn't matter
if I was 20.
What's that supposed to mean?
You know.
No, I don't.
Tell me.
I'm crippled, Mom.
No one's ever gonna
fall in love with me.
I can't even walk.
Well...
I love you now...
...and I'll love you
even after you grow up
and get married.
[dramatic music ♪]
Get out.
I mean it.
I still got a restraining
order says you can't be here.
I can't stay away
from you, baby.
I guess I love you too much.
That's bullshit
and you know it.
You don't love me.
You're just running
from the law again,
and you don't got no place
better to go.
I got a place to go.
And I ain't runnin'
from the damn law.
Not this time.
I'm runnin' from some...
crazed maniac with a mustache.
Keeps comin' after me,
and I have no fuckin' clue
as to why.
Wait. Who?
Just some nutjob.
I don't even know
who he is.
Look what he did
to my goddamn arm.
He shot me.
And you know what?
I just came here...
...'cause I love you, baby.
I missed you.
I got presents.
So, be nice.
Hmm?
Put it away.
Come on, now.
Didn't I always take care
of you?
You know how long it took me
to get clean,
you son of a bitch!
Clean?
Pressure washer
couldn't keep you clean.
Fuck you.
[somber music ♪]
I know you're out there.
♪
♪
[distant siren]
[music ends]
[birds chirping]
I wasn't sure
if you were coming back.
I didn't wanna leave this
in your mailbox.
Well, this gives me a chance
to thank you for once.
Please don't.
It's too bad my daughter's
at school.
She wants to meet you.
Do you have a big dog?
A dog?
No.
No, um...
It's probably a coyote
that's been around here.
He ate our cat.
Do you have a gun?
No.
No, I wouldn't even know
how to use one.
Wait here.
Are you leaving again?
Just going to my car
to get something.
Okay.
Can you stay for lunch?
[gentle music ♪]
How about if I insist?
Well, in that case...
Yes.
[knock on the door]
Come in.
Is that a keyboard case?
How'd you know?
My ex was a musician.
Salsa music.
Do you play piano?
Sadly, no.
Oh?
[laughs]
Well, uh, please,
have a seat.
Um, I hope
you like vegetables.
I'm kind of trying
to overcompensate
as a mother
and I pretty much only cook
healthy food for my daughter.
Overcompensate?
Yes.
It's...
just that I used to make
bad life choices,
as they say.
I was a party girl.
I Liked drinking
and getting high.
And I guess, now that...
...you're finally here,
in person,
you should know the truth.
It might make you want
to stop sending us money...
When you hear what I did.
But I always said if I...
ever met you I'd tell you.
So...
you know exactly who you're...
being so charitable with.
You send us this money
because you think we're...
victims of circumstance.
My daughter being paralyzed
by a random bullet.
But...
...the truth is...
I was on my way
to my dealers house.
I had Isabel with me
because I was
an irresponsible mother.
And before we could knock
on the door,
we heard gunshots from inside.
My dealer was involved in a
shootout with some people inside.
We turned to run away but...
...a bullet
went through the door
and hit my little girl
in the spine.
She'll never walk again
and it's my fault.
An accident.
I wish I could believe that.
I didn't tell you so you'd
make me feel better.
No one can.
Trust me.
That was her
before the shooting.
Keep it.
I have lots of that one.
Um, sorry about all that.
Um...
Can we reset,
change the subject, please?
Anything.
Um, like, for example,
I still don't know your name.
[laughs] Come on, don't
leave me hanging here.
At least give me the initials.
K.
[giggles]
K. Is that the initial?
Yes.
Well, that's not vague,
Mr. K.
Better get used to mysteries
around you.
Um, so...
The case.
I know it's not a piano.
What's in there?
For your coyote.
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[no audible dialogue]
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[no audible gunshots]
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[loud gunshot]
♪
[music fades out]
Okay, I have to go pick up
my daughter from school.
You wanna go with me?
I can't.
I understand.
I mean, I don't, but...
I guess you're not ready
to meet her.
I should go.
Can you come back tomorrow?
If you're not ready
to meet her,
just come by
between nine and two.
She'll be at school.
[birds chirping]
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♪
[distant gunshots]
[tires screeching]
[distant siren]
[dark electronic music ♪]
♪
[suspenseful music ♪]
- Give me the motherfuckin' cash right now!
- Oh, shit!
I'll murder your ass, nigga!
Gimme the motherfuckin' money!
You understand?!
You understand
my fuckin' round?
Give me the cash now!
Come on!
- I don't have the money!
- Where did you put it?!
I just work here, man.
The [indistinct]
came an hour ago.
Look motherfucker, I'mma blow
your motherfuckin' head off
if you don't empty the cash
register. Where is it?!
[gunshot]
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[gunshots]
♪
[gunshot]
[thunder]
[gunshot]
[groans]
[music ends]
[birds chirping]
[doorbell rings]
[pensive, ambient music ♪]
[knocking on the door]
The door's unlocked.
Come in.
I think I understand...
...why you help.
Am I what you want?
I thought this
was what you wanted.
I'm just trying
to understand why.
I already told you.
You said you give us money
to make up for some things
you do
but you've never told me
what you do.
If you know what I do,
you'll never
want to see me again.
Not true.
Talk to me.
[sighs]
♪
We live in a world where
humans are safer than ever.
We're out of the food chain.
We have technology
that helps us live longer.
No plagues.
We should all rejoice
on what a great time it is
to be alive.
But what about those of us who still
fall victim to violent crime?
The police walk right past
obvious-looking criminals
because they claim
to not have probable cause.
The cops are told
as we are told,
not to judge people.
Judge people by their looks?
Sure.
What if you have no other
information to go on?
What if it's a safety issue?
It's popular to say, "No.
Don't be judgmental.
You can't judge a guy
that looks like a criminal
because what if he's the one-in-a-million
guy who's turned his life around?
What if you were just
a normal guy like me
and you're walking
down a lonely street
and you notice there's a lady
walking in front of you?
Should she judge me?
I'm just some guy
walkin' behind her.
I'm not gonna mug her.
Why be judgmental?
Why judge me?"
Now, if our ancestors
thought that way,
humans would've gone extinct,
the way of the dodo bird.
We would've smiled
at the snakes in the grass
and tried to pet it because...
it's unfair to assume
the snake is dangerous.
It's racist to assume
the snake is poisonous
just because
he's a snake, right?
And it's not just a race thing.
None of us is afraid
when we get approached
by a Mexican landscaper
or businessman.
But if we get approached
by a Mexican
who looks like a gangbanger,
with a low rider,
tattoos on his face
and a hoodie.
We do worry.
I would.
Does that make me judgmental?
Sure, it means I used
my best judgment.
Let me tell you
a little story.
Not too far back, a mother
was taking her baby
for a little stroll.
She was approached by two
young African American men.
They both looked
like street thugs but...
she didn't want to run away, she
didn't wanna scream for help.
She didn't want to seem
like a racist
who was judging people
based on their appearance.
One of those guys mugged her.
The other shot her baby
in the face.
He killed
her one-year-old baby
by gunshot
in between the eyes.
Bam!
True story.
And the killer was spared
the death penalty.
Even though he killed a baby,
he was only sentenced to life.
A life of food and shelter
by the state prison system.
I guess it would have been
racist of us as a society
to give the death penalty
to a young black man
when all he did was kill
a blond, white, male baby.
Oh, and by the way.
There were no protesters in the
streets calling for justice,
not for this white
privileged male baby.
No, sir.
And what about
the poor people of color
who don't turn to crime?
The ones who get up
and go to work
and make an honest living?
Does the government help them?
[scoffs]
No.
They just hit just them
for taxes.
But for thieves, rapists
and the murderers,
we give them three meals a day
in an air conditioned cell
with health care
and dental care
so that we can all
feel good about ourselves
for being so civilized
and non-judgmental.
We would save
more innocent lives
by publicly hanging murderers,
as a matter of fact,
we should sell tickets,
as opposed to jailing them.
Execution would
be a real deterrent.
Some say, we don't have
the right to take a life.
But by that logic,
maybe we should risk
more innocent lives.
Put more babies at risk
so that society can feel
righteous about itself.
Or...
...should we do the reverse?
Should we do the reverse...
and take matters
into our own hands?
An eye for an eye
isn't just revenge.
It helps prevent future crimes.
What if-
what if there was a champion
for the innocent?
Someone who took all of
the risk to keep us safe?
Someone to deliver
the kiss of death
to the scumbags out there?
Hmm.
Someone who can shoulder
all of the guilt
and make the hard decisions
so that we don't have to?
Could such a person exist?
If he could,
would you want him?
[pensive music ♪]
Food for thought.
That's all for tonight, folks.
Thanks for joining me.
I'm Dan Forthright
and you've been listing
to Justice Radio.
Cops haven't grabbed you yet?
Have something for me?
I think so.
That dealer, Tyrell.
I know where he is.
You know...
It's only a matter of time
before they catch us, now.
I don't care.
We're doin' God's work.
Cigarette?
No.
♪
A little birdie told me
where he is.
There's a lot
of civilians around.
You can't go in shootin'
the place up.
You gotta follow him
and take him out
when you're alone.
Capiche?
We understand.
We?
Me... and him.
[Tyrell] That last son of a
bitch who stole from me?
Remember that?
Came back and it was a bloody
rope and a skeleton, that's it.
[sighs]
I guess animals ate his ass.
[muffled grunting]
But you gotta love it
out here, huh?
[breathes deeply]
That fresh air?
Aw, I love it. I love it.
You know, the only thing you
gotta be afraid of out here
are the animals.
You know, I'm talking
mountain lion,
whatever.
When you come out here,
you're part of
the food chain again.
Remember that?
Hm, you got that?
You are.
That's why I brought this.
Oh...
...and I also brought...
...this.
A little barbecue sauce, hm?
Smell it.
Aw, smells good, don't it?
Mmh, yeah.
[chuckles]
We're gonna invite
some company around here.
Hey, you know, a wolf
can smell something a mile
and-a-half away in the cold.
Not to mention the bears,
hell,
they can smell something
20 miles away.
Now, I don't know if any
of this is true but...
Wait, wait, wait.
What am I talkin' about?
The bears, they are all still
in hibernation.
So all you gotta worry about are
the mountain lions or the wolves.
[muffled groaning]
[intense electronic music ♪]
[muffled]
Fuck you, man!
Fuck you.
Aw man, got that arm shot up.
Fuck! Fuck you. Fuck you.
That should do the trick.
Ugh. Fuck you.
Bye bye, beaner.
Fuck you, fuck you!
Fuck! Fuck you!
Fuck!
All right, boys,
we need to get
the hell outta here.
The smell
of this barbecue sauce
is definitely gonna
attract predators.
I'm already here.
[gunshots]
♪
[gunfire continues]
♪
[muffled]
Hey! Help!
♪
Help!
[gunshots]
[gunfire continues]
♪
[gunshots]
[gunfire continues]
♪
♪
[gunfire continues]
[groans]
[music ends]
Oh, my leg.
Oh, my fuckin' leg.
[groaning]
My leg! Ah!
Ah, you fuckin' shot me.
Didn't you?
[groaning]
Son of a bitch.
It's you.
Why the fuck...
Why are you always
comin' after me?
Huh?
You already tried to kill me
three times.
I don't even know
who the fuck you are.
Remember the first time?
The first time what?
First time
you tried to kill me?
Yeah.
You shot up my house,
killed two of my friends.
I barely escaped that.
You were selling drugs
out of that house.
I'm not Jesus.
Maybe I was.
That's my job, asshole.
While you and I were shooting
at each other...
...one of our bullets
went through your front door.
Maybe my bullet.
Maybe yours.
I don't know.
The bullet...
hit this little girl.
She's paralyzed now.
[dramatic music ♪]
I don't even know
who she is.
We both deserve to die.
My day will come soon.
It's only a matter of time.
♪
No, no, don't do that. No.
No, no, man.
No, don't.
Don't do it.
Don't... Look.
[stammering]
Look. Why don't we just
get rid of all this craziness.
All right?
Huh?
Come on. why don't you just
take me to the police.
Let the law enforcement
take care of it, you know.
You know?
Come on, man!
The law, the law.
Let 'em take care of it.
The law.
No law.
Justice.
Come on! Come on!
♪
It's crazy!
You're crazy!
Come on!
♪
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[wolf growling]
[chains rattle]
[growling]
[wolves howling]
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