Dragged Across Concrete (2018) Movie Script

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[siren blares outside]

[moans]

I liked you back when

we was in elementary...

in Mr. Lorenzo's class.

I liked you, too.

Wish I knew that.

Though I would've needed

an instruction manual back then.

Ever thought about doing

something else?

Some other kind of work?

Not real serious or anything.

Worked at the mall

for a little while.

Let me look if you don't mind.

I've had a long intermission.

[music playing over car radio]

I'mma talk with Andre

on Tuesday.

You interested

if something comes up?

Before I consider

that kind of vocation,

I need to get myself acclimated.

Certainly.

Walk around, breathe some air,

gaze at the sky,

see how blue it looks

on the outside.

Enjoy yourself.

Once I've settled,

I'll let you know.

Anyhow...

thanks for setting that up

with Lana.

And for fetching.

Certainly.

See you.

[locks click]

[man moans]

[woman moans]

[woman] Um, uh...

Baby, go back to your room,

okay?

- Mama's busy.

- This ain't Ethan.

Henry?

Yeah.

- Get some clothes on...

- Look...

I got company right now. I...

Put some clothes on

and eject that nigga

or I'm practicing home runs

on his skull.

[woman sighs]

Move like you in fast-forward.

Look, you ain't got no right

coming here.

That was a baseball bat

and this door's beyond flimsy.

Okay, okay.

Let us get ourselves dressed.

Damn.

Forcing my friend out.

You gotta promise

you're not gonna hurt him.

Out.

Call my mother again

and I'll crack your skull.

- Understand?

- I do.

'Aight.

Take those garbage bags that are

outside down to the trash.

Okay, I will.

Fool, you just cost me.

Ma, how long

you been doing this?

Not long.

What happened to your job

at the grocery?

I got fired.

I left you money

before I went in.

Plenty for twice as long.

It ran out.

Yeah...

And I can see its footprints

up and down your arms.

Look, you ain't got no right

lecturing me about nothing.

Your ass went to jail.

I did what I had to do.

Ma, let's fast-forward all this.

Ain't no point in arguing

about a bunch of yesterdays.

You can't be doing this.

Hooking, needles...

and especially not in front

of Ethan at all ever.

He ain't a toddler no more.

And you doing those things

around him,

it'll mess him up permanent.

So, you gonna take care of us

now, huh?

Like your cock-sucking father

did

when he ran off

with his faggot-ass boyfriend?

Pops is a yesterday

who ain't worth words.

You got opportunities

right out the penitentiary?

I might.

Look, we are six months behind

on bills, rent, everything.

And the collection agency,

they buzzing like mosquitoes...

'Aight.

Start organizing yourself

and this place...

and I'll figure things.

Ethan home?

[Ethan] What?

It's me.

Henry?

- When'd you get out of the oven?

- Today.

Can I come in?

Yeah...

Mom told me to lock the door

'cause a man

was coming over later.

- I'm coming.

- [squeaking]

Sounds like you could use

some oil.

Ma, you got any?

Some kind that smells good.

I got the Italian kind

with the cork in it.

That'll work.

Looks like you've been

working out.

Yeah, I've been doing curls.

Let's do it proper.

So, you wanna show me

those video games

you talked about

in your letters?

Are you gonna stay here?

I am...

till things are sort of correct.

[footsteps approaching]

Where's mine?

Spilled.

You didn't think to go back

and get me another?

Accelerated the event.

There was little time

and less inclination.

Prick.

I thought you'd be okay with...

me just telling you about mine.

Nope.

The story begins

on the fields of Jamaica where...

[knocking]

Davids is gonna do leaky pipes?

Usually works, yeah.

You're still maintaining that...

gum is for cows and imbeciles?

I do and it is.

- [cell phone vibrates]

- [cell phone chimes]

[knocking]

Go away, I'm sleeping.

[knocking]

Come on, I'm sleeping.

[second man] Sorry

to bother you, Mr. Vasquez,

but there's a leak

coming from your apartment.

I need to come in

and check the pipes.

I don't see any leaks.

The super hired me

to check the pipes.

Let me in and I'll take care

of it as quick as I can.

Mr. Vasquez?

Sir.

I need to get in there

and check those pipes.

- [banging]

- Mr. Vasquez.

- [knocking]

- I'm getting dressed.

[footsteps approaching]

Police. Don't move.

Don't move your arm again,

comprende?

All right. Yeah.

Anthony.

Bullshit, man. Shit.

Anybody else in there?

Mi novia.

She's in the bedroom, man.

It's just her.

She got a weapon? This wonderful

woman you're abandoning?

No.

What's her name?

If you happen to recall.

Man, you wanna get your

fucking...

- [cracking]

- [groans] Shit!

There's something on your boot.

Yeah, I noticed.

What's her name?

- Rosalinda.

- That sounds like two names.

- At least.

- Yeah. Well, it's just one.

You're completely sure

there's only one woman in there?

Just one, man, it's just her.

Rosalinda.

This is the Bulwark Police.

I need you to open that door

and come out with your hands up.

Rosalinda, are you in there?

Rosalinda speaks English?

Yeah, yeah, but she got

a problem with her ears, man.

- Is she deaf?

- She wears something, man,

to make her hear better but not

when she goes to sleep though.

He looks like a snorer.

Yeah, it's called sleep apnea,

man.

She got a firearm in there?

No gun, man, but she got

some pepper spray in her purse,

so, you know...

- Oh. Come on. Come on, man.

- This will be snug.

Shit, that's cutting off

my circulation.

We'll be back

before your foot turns blue.

Probably.

A lot nicer than my place.

Even the smell.

We've met Davids.

- Officer?

- Detective?

You dove deep

on this plumber thing.

I've got a cousin who plumbs.

Vasquez a shackle?

On the fire escape.

His deaf girlfriend's in here.

You guys gonna shoot her?

- She's got a gun.

- 75-percent chance, yeah.

All right. Where do you want me?

Window.

Should've let the plumber in.

Police. Okay?

Comprende, si or no?

Her handbag

seemed a little heavy.

You been taking into account

the amount of make-up

- Latinas carry?

- Yeah, even still.

She's got a gun.

[gasps]

Come on. Come on, honey.

You stay there.

Why don't you shut the doors

and crank up the fans?

Where did your novio put

that green duffel bag

you got last night?

Can I have something to wear?

I'm cold.

I didn't understand that,

did you?

No.

Sounded kind of like dolphin.

I expect she'll get

more intelligible

when she answers our questions.

- Where's the green duffel bag?

- I'm gonna call a lawyer.

I wanna... [stutters]

Where's the green duffel bag?

We saw Vasquez bring it here

last night at 11:00,

that swell guy who fled

and left you here with us.

- You see, a time...

- [rolls ball]

...to get a soulmate.

Tell us where it is

and my partner and I

will be done in time

to get the breakfast special

at Bert's.

Maybe that's reason enough

to forget all about you

and that gun of yours.

Where is it?

The closet.

There.

In the wall behind the suits.

I smell three eggs over easy.

Hash browns...

and pumpernickel toast.

Plus that coffee you owe me.

- Officer.

- Detective?

Drag Vasquez back inside.

We got cash, narcotics,

and two imbeciles

to drive downtown and paper.

You said if I told you where

the bag was you'll let me go.

- Can you understand her?

- No.

♪ We can be considerate ♪

♪ To people or strangers ♪

♪ Until you get to know them ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

This a guy or a girl

singing this song?

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ It's raining so hard outside ♪

♪ Before you go I'll give you my

favorite umbrella ♪

♪ To keep you dry ♪

Can't tell.

♪ Would you like to have... ♪

Not that there's much

of a difference these days.

I think that line was

obliterated.

The day men started saying,

"We're pregnant,"

when their wives were.

Your breakfast specials.

Thanks.

- [cell phone vibrates]

- [cell phone chimes]

Didn't know the Chief Lieutenant

was so fond of intrigue.

Excuse me.

Could you box our food up

in to-go containers?

You want me to pack up

everything

I just carried

from all the way over there?

Correct.

I'll get some take-out boxes.

You two crashed into a truck

filled with breakfast buffet?

We were getting

the breakfast specials at Bert's

when we got your message

and we boxed them up and rode in

with the ruminations.

I like their pumpernickel toast.

They get it fresh

from Jeanette's,

bakery across the way.

[clears throat]

There's an issue with the bust

you two made this morning.

Who's complaining?

Civilian, saw you out

on the fire escape.

Vasquez was armed and a threat.

- We did what was...

- There's a video.

You've seen it?

I have. It's not terrible.

Certainly could be much, much

better.

Sound is shit.

Civilian was too far away

to get anything intelligible.

- That helps us.

- Who tipped you off?

My contact at Channel 7.

[long sniff] Anchovies.

- When's it airing?

- Six o'clock.

You'll survive.

Though, I think it'll end

our current discussions

about raises and promotions.

Anchovies.

We didn't give Vasquez

that much cast-iron.

- It was mostly me, Anthony...

- He gave him plenty.

Mr. Lurasetti's in that video,

too,

smiling like a yearbook picture

when you put your foot

on that hombre's cabeza.

Our inspector...

our Mexican-American inspector,

is unlikely to be lenient.

Though your productivity is

exemplary and it'll keep you

from losing your badges.

Politics like always.

Like cell phones

and just as annoying,

politics are everywhere.

Being branded a racist

in today's public forum

is like being accused

of communism in the '50s

whether it's a possibly

offensive remark

made in a private phone call

or the indelicate treatment

of a minority who sells drugs

to children.

The entertainment industry,

formerly known as the news,

- needs villains.

- There's certainly nothing

hypocritical about the media

handling every perceived

intolerance with complete

and utter intolerance.

It's bullshit.

But it's reality.

But I'm not racist.

Every Martin Luther King Day

I order a cup of dark roast.

How long is this suspension

gonna be?

Six weeks.

No pay.

We need the hours.

I know what detectives

make and more.

Go have some pumpernickel.

Ridgeman.

Gotta be aware of this stuff.

Digital eyes are everywhere.

I do what I think best

when I'm out there.

I was that way

when we were partners

and I'm still that way now.

There's a reason I'm sitting

behind this desk running things

and you're out there

crouching on fire escapes

in the cold for hours

with a partner that's 20 years

younger than you.

Hey, Anthony's got a mouth with

its own engine but he's solid.

That wasn't my point.

Thanks for letting us know

about this situation

and any word you can have

with the inspector on our behalf

would be greatly appreciated.

One thing before you go.

I watched that video

a couple times.

You threw a lot more cast-iron

than you needed to.

And when we worked together...

you weren't that rough.

And?

It's not healthy for you

to scuff concrete

as long as you have.

You get results,

but you're losing perspective

and compassion.

Couple more years out there

and you're gonna be

a human steamroller

covered with spikes...

and fueled by bile.

There's a lot of imbeciles

out there.

Yeah.

Use your time off

to think about things.

Talk it over with Melanie.

Spend some time with her

and Sara.

Yeah, I will.

I won't.

Sara?

Yeah, Mom, it's me.

Sweetie?

What's wrong?

Sweetie?

Come here.

Good evening.

And welcome back, Mr. Lurasetti.

Anybody born in New York

- calls me Tony.

- Tony it is.

One moment, please.

Is something wrong with it,

Tony?

No, no, it's beautiful.

Exactly like you promised.

It's... If Denise has any doubts

about saying yes

when I'm on my knee, this will

nudge her

in the right direction.

I got an issue at work.

Do you need a payment plan?

- I'd be more than happy to...

- Thanks.

I saved enough for this. It's a

different kind of problem.

My wife has two brothers

who are therapists

and three sisters

who were lawyers.

Well, my problems don't require

those kinds of professionals.

I just... I'm thinking about

the kind of future

I can offer my girlfriend

and, you know,

that life won't have

a lot of diamonds.

You must be ready

by tomorrow night.

Okay. You gotta be careful

around these parts.

It's got lions.

Can we shoot them?

Well, yeah.

But it's gonna be pretty hard

unless you have

a pump-action shotgun.

Not if we get one... Oh, shit.

Okay, look. Get behind me.

Okay, stay there.

Nigga iced that feline.

Okay, look, we gotta go.

There's more coming.

Okay, once you get across

this stream,

we gotta look out for

boa constrictors.

This nigga's ready

for a real safari.

Even if my legs worked right

I wouldn't wanna be

hunting animals for real.

It's like some

rich white people shit.

Still, you're real good

at this game.

And the other ones we played,

too.

Well, yeah, this is what I wanna

do when I grow up.

- Play games?

- No. No, be a game designer.

To create worlds that are,

you know,

different from the outside.

There's schools that teach you

how to do that?

- College or something?

- Yeah. They got schools.

Maybe once you finish

high school, you can...

- [cell phone vibrates]

- [pauses game]

I gotta go.

Can you save this adventure?

Yeah. I can save it.

All right.

His cousins are gonna be there

this time.

Yeah, they are.

I don't like doing things

with so many question marks

everywhere.

Yeah. Me neither.

But they was moved up.

You already got our advances.

Plus, Andrei already vouched for

'em.

Andrei himself is questionable.

You got our insurance?

In the glove compartment.

Why'd you want them wrapped

in cellophane?

There's some times a nigga

ain't got time for gloves...

or to wipe things down.

Yeah. We don't need

to use those.

We'll stash them in the vehicles

when we get the chance.

The van and the get-away.

It's all cotton candy.

[reporter] The two detectives

were filmed by a concerned

Bulwark citizen this morning.

Both partners have been

suspended.

Brett Ridgeman was charged

with excessive force

in 1998 and 2004...

And Anthony Lurasetti

was suspended for violating

the code of conduct last year.

The police commissioner

has declined to comment...

You've got five seconds

to hand me your drawer.

Okay. Okay.

One...

Two...

- [tapping keys]

- [bleeping]

Three...

Four...

- Five.

- Yours.

[man]

Oh, I really need a pack of...

[whimpering] Please.

Please.

[theme music on TV]

Shoes!

I forgot.

- Hey.

- Want a beer?

- No, thanks.

I have to take some extra meds

today.

I'm sorry to hear that.

You okay?

Fair.

What's that about?

Some kids were menacing Sara

on her way back from the bus

and one of them threw a cup of

orange soda all over her.

- What kids?

- The one she didn't recognize.

Four blacks, one on a bike.

But does it actually matter who?

That's the fifth time.

This fucking neighborhood,

it just keeps getting worse

and worse.

- Is she okay?

- Well, yeah. But,

coming home from school

and walking four blocks

- shouldn't be an ordeal.

- No. It shouldn't.

Did you offer to pick her up

at the bus, escort her back?

Of course I did.

She knows it isn't easy for me

to get around a lot

and she'd be too embarrassed

anyways.

Well, she's got two sets of cop

DNA, so of course she's tough.

Yeah, especially for her age

and gender.

But she's getting older,

more womanly.

And these boys are gonna start

having different kinds of ideas

about her pretty soon,

if they don't already.

You know, I never thought

I was a racist

before living in this area.

I'm about as liberal as any

ex-cop could ever be. But now...

- We really need to move.

- I know.

No. Yesterday or the day before.

I know.

Well, this thing that's going on

with you and Anthony right now,

- it's not gonna help.

- You saw the Vasquez footage?

- I did.

- And?

It's really time

you got a new windbreaker.

Yeah.

A couple people made comments.

Well, I was starting to say

before

that I called up

Bulwark Security Provider

- and I asked them...

- You're not doing security work.

We need money to move.

Absolutely not.

- I can take painkillers if...

- No. You're taking painkillers

to peel potatoes as it is.

It's not worth debating.

But I wanna do something.

I need to do something

as a mother, as a former cop.

Or someday, someday you and me

we are in a hospital room

with our daughter talking

to a rape counselor.

Yeah.

I'll handle this.

How?

There's a way.

But it's not something

that we're gonna talk about...

ever.

Okay.

[knocking] Sara.

Yeah?

That show

about the lion cubs is on

if you wanna watch it with me.

If you'd rather read that's,

you know...

No, it's fine.

Been staring at the same page

for the past 20 minutes anyway.

Hey, you want something to

nibble?

Sure.

Are you okay with what happened?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Hey.

- Do you want a cookie?

- No, thank you.

They're so cute

before they get big.

I got an errand to run.

Be back in a couple hours.

I'm here to talk with Friedrich

or Freddie if he prefers.

- And who can I say is...

- Tell him Ridgeman is here.

- I'll go see if he's available.

- He is.

How much are these?

I don't see a tag.

Five thousand dollars.

So they're bulletproof?

You care for a drink?

I'm not here for a beverage.

Yes.

You're looking for a new suit?

Now that you have violently

earned some leisure time.

- I'm not.

- Why then have you decided

to inhabit my shop this evening?

How's your son doing?

Well, very well.

His mother and I

are taking him to visit

some campuses next month.

He scored very high

on his tests.

I thought he had potential.

Thank you.

I know that you're not inclined

towards exceptions.

Well, he was a kid,

the ringleaders are in jail

and I knew I could get something

more valuable from you someday

if I let him slip

through a crack.

- How can I be of aid?

- I need a lead.

And what are you hoping to find?

A dealer, or a buyer.

Preferably one from out of town.

I am not as well-informed as I

once was.

Call someone that is.

I shall.

Now.

Anthony. Yeah.

Be outside my place at 4:30.

Yup, a.m.

Put on your fake license plate.

Bring all your hardware

and dress nonchalant.

[cell phone vibrates]

Are you the famous police

officer I saw in the news?

Any reason you're back there?

There is.

Things okay with you

and Melanie?

They're fine.

Are you gonna tell me

the nature of this endeavor?

I'm gonna sleep.

What are we here...

You're gonna drive

to 19th and Brant.

Why are we going all the way

up there?

Every answer I give you

is gonna engender

three times as many questions.

Let me sleep while I can and

once we're there,

you'll get your answers

and a nap if you need one.

Sounds like a stake out.

19th and Brant.

You realize we're suspended.

Wake me at 18th.

We're at 18th.

Corner right.

Before you touch anything.

Ash tray.

One of these big orange things

opened up by my apartment.

Ripe and Fresh.

- Shit?

- I haven't been in it.

I thought Denise cooked.

Only at her place.

She only shops at organic stores

that specialize

in assuaging guilt.

Let's pull over the other side

of this dumpster.

- Is this good?

- It's perfect.

Take two.

Something's going on in Room 633

of that tan stucco.

What?

Hard to tell.

Especially because Apartment 633

doesn't even exist.

How do you mean?

Well, there's no door marked

633.

There's no windows or a buzzer.

No mail gets delivered there

either.

But it's there.

This is sounding metaphysical.

You got a tip on this?

Yeah.

My contact tells me

that one Lorentz Vogelmann

is looking for an invisible

residence.

And 633 in this tan stucco

is where he landed.

Vogelmann, I don't know

that name.

Well, he's not local.

What line of work is he in?

Distribution.

Heroin mostly.

Large bundles.

What are we doing here?

You asking me

this question as a civilian?

Because that's what we are

right now, civilians.

No different than

kindergarten teachers or the bum

that collects aluminum cans

outside my building.

I know where I flung my badge

yesterday.

What are we doing here?

We're monitoring

a suspicious individual

to try and figure out if he's

got any money he doesn't need.

Anchovies.

- If you don't wanna be part of...

- Christ.

Are you insane?

You get suspended,

not for the first time

in your career either.

Now you decide to become

a criminal?

And what the hell

are you even thinking with this?

Well...

Say something.

Talk!

I'm a month away from my 60th...

I'm still the same rank

I was at 27.

For a lot of years, I believed

that the quality of my work,

what we do together, what I did

with my previous partners...

would get me what I deserved.

But I don't politic and I don't

change with the times.

And it turns out

that that shit's more important

than good honest work.

So yesterday, after we stop

a massive amount of drugs

from getting into

the school system,

we get suspended

because it wasn't done politely.

When I go home and I find

my daughter has been assaulted

for the fifth time in two years

Because of the shit neighborhood

my shit wage

has forced me to live in.

And my wife can't help.

She's barely getting through

the day on her meds as it is.

They okay?

Yeah. Melanie's coping.

Sara's doing okay.

She's dealing with it better

than most kids her age would.

But who knows what kind of

long-term damage

is going on with her.

There has been opportunities

before, more than a few.

Take a bribe,

pocket a bundle, pilfer cash.

I was a cop on active duty.

Today, I'm a poor civilian

who's nearly 60.

I can accept that,

but I'm not gonna ask

my wife and daughter to.

If we put all

our collars together,

every imbecile we ever nabbed,

it'd probably fill

two entire wings

of the state prison.

Maybe three.

We have the skills and the right

to acquire proper compensation.

- Christ.

- Weddings aren't cheap.

Don't be an asshole. That's not

what I'm thinking about.

Do you think our wages

accurately reflect what we did?

Enough with the justifications.

I'm smarter than you

by a yard stick,

you're not gonna manipulate me.

I saw how you looked

at that duffel bag yesterday.

Quiet.

Let me think.

Anchovies.

Look, if you don't wanna

hear any more about this,

fling the gear and drop me off.

- I don't want you to get hurt.

- I don't need a guardian.

I can do this myself

if I have to.

You don't know that.

Not for sure, no.

But if things get tricky,

I'll disengage and find

something else.

This is a bad idea.

It's bad for you,

and it's bad for me.

It's bad like lasagna in a can.

Well, then, fling the gear

and drop me off.

Look, if you do this,

you do it for yourself.

You don't do it

because you pity my situation.

Or because we're partners

or because we're friends

that grill burgers on Sundays,

or go to the fights.

You do it solely because you

wanna earn. And that's it.

We disguise ourselves

at the point of contact.

Yeah, I got ballistic masks

and vests in the garbage bags,

some teargas bombs as well.

I'm in until I'm not.

- Lorentz Vogelmann?

- Yeah.

He looks cast iron.

He is.

Any idea if his merchandise

is in 633?

No idea, but after we confirm

that he's there,

we'll tail him

and we'll learn his itinerary.

You got a timeframe?

My contact said

he's rendered 633 for two weeks.

We're at day two of that period.

You know anything else about

him, vehicles, associates?

That's what we're learning now.

Camera?

Thanks.

Why don't you take a nap?

Gladly.

Make sure to ask me

if I'm still in when I wake up.

I've been processing here for

five hours.

You should have given me

a nudge.

There wasn't a reason to.

Are you still in?

I am until I'm not.

- You see Vogelmann yet?

- Nope.

I'm gonna get something

from this big orange thing.

You want egg salad on rye toast?

Two of them, and root beer.

Amen.

I've been listening to and

smelling that

for the last 98 minutes.

Best part of a stake out,

other than when it ends...

is when you're eating.

A single red ant

could've eaten it faster.

Nope.

Take two.

I'm still enjoying

the aftertaste.

Not all of us are.

Where did you park?

I've been telling you,

you're getting senile.

You didn't lock it?

I for...

I was thinking about something

else at the time. Sorry.

This your duffel?

I don't think so.

Face the windshield.

Put on your seat belts

and lock the doors.

Paco...

put up that sunshade, por favor.

Good. Now empty your pockets.

Put everything

in that duffel bag,

or you'll be

painting houses in heaven.

No, please.

You have five seconds.

Four...

- Three...

- That's all I got.

Me too, I swear to God.

Show me your pocket whites.

See?

Shut off that phone.

Bye.

I expected you...

You'll f...

Airless.

Please, allow me

to show you the interior.

If anything moves in there,

a rat, a mouse,

a baby mosquito,

you'll get to ring

Allah's doorbell.

Pop the hood.

All is as expected?

The blood is gratis.

Keys.

[Melanie] Brett, that you?

Confirmed.

Look in the closet,

I got you something.

Try it on.

Everything you get me

fits perfect.

Thanks for getting it.

Thank me in bed.

So, did you guys beat up

any minorities today?

That's only when we're

on the clock.

- This was really delicious.

- Glad you liked it.

And should I infer

from your reticence

this is one of those times

you can't talk about your work?

Please,

infer about my reticence.

Even though

you've been suspended

and you're technically

a civilian?

Criminals don't stop

doing what they do

just 'cause

two cops get benched.

And we don't do what we do

just for the paycheck.

What?

Don't try and bluff somebody

who's smarter than you are.

Smarter by a yardstick.

Did you see I brought cannolis

from Theo Renzo's?

Just don't do anything to

jeopardize your career, please.

I won't.

Seven unaccounted for.

If Vogelmann's

in that tan stucco

and owns a vehicle,

one of them is his.

Are you still in?

At the outermost edge.

Denise?

She guessed that something

wasn't right.

I didn't say anything.

So?

Picked up the engagement ring.

- From Feinbaum?

- Yeah.

Okay.

Got it the day we busted,

uh, Vasquez and...

Well, the timing wasn't great,

but...

I was gonna propose anyway,

I wasn't gonna let some

work bullshit interfere with my

private life, but turned out...

she was in a bad mood that night

because of some drama at her

job, and I didn't do it.

And then yesterday you bring me

here, suggest this thing,

and I'm sort of okay

with the idea,

us taking money off

some fuckhead dealer.

If the risk isn't too great.

But, you know, that night,

when I see Denise, even before

she suspected anything...

I know that I can't propose to

her until this thing is done.

I evade her questions at dinner

and for the first time

since I went to the jeweler...

I'm not certain she'd say yes

if I proposed.

Yeah. I'm driving you home.

I haven't made a decision yet.

I'm just pondering...

Bullshit. You're decided,

even if you think you aren't.

You're younger than me,

you've got more options.

Request a new partner

when we're back on duty,

they'll probably make you

a sergeant one day.

I don't want a new partner.

And I told you that

I'd finish out the shift.

Yeah, I appreciate it.

But look, you're not obligated.

- I have done it with...

- My word is an obligation.

Thanks.

Two egg salads,

and I'll pay for yours, too,

if it's not Sobrasada.

Here's one.

This guy's parking.

These brothers

have seen some stuff.

Yeah, they're tainted.

Think they're with Vogelmann?

His buyers?

Twenty-percent.

Go-betweens or local muscles

probably more like it.

And two root beers.

No choice.

Ridgeman?

- Vogelmann?

- Yeah.

The black dudes we saw before.

They're going west.

Are you sure?

[engine sputtering]

The grey lady

needs a decongestant.

Don't give 'em a wedgie.

Driving any slower than this

will get us noticed.

I don't know this area

real well. What's west?

Well, more of this.

Then the turnpike

and then the school district.

Probably not doing all this

to steal crayons.

You feel like

some construction work?

Is that necessary right now?

Five percent.

That's for shooting out tires,

sending a warning,

things like that, right?

We're not going after

any precedence.

I need a better answer

than that.

Right now, we're heading

into new territory.

Foggy gray landscape,

but I know all of my limits,

but maybe not yours.

So before I build

a killing instrument

that I last used in the army,

I wanna hear that you don't plan

on executing a human being

to facilitate a robbery.

We're not executing anybody.

That boundary is reinforced

in steel concrete.

Agreed. Now, build.

The carpool lane.

Right by the black SUV.

Don't let that catch you cold.

You think the transactions

happened today?

Oh, this is business.

Two tainted black dudes

and an out-of-town convict

going for a drive before dawn.

Although it's probably

just a preliminary.

Vogelmann was carrying two black

briefcases when he got in.

Is there anything else

you forgot to tell me?

- No.

- No. Are you sure?

Something subtle, like maybe

one of the black dudes

- had a bazooka?

- Hey.

I was up for hours listening to

you process air. It escaped me.

Fine.

And I suppose you could have let

me sleep through all of this,

and been done with the whole

thing.

I definitely should have.

Considering the briefcases...

seventy percent

this is the transaction.

What's the other 30?

Vogelmann maybe showing somebody

some cash, or some merchandise,

depending on which end

of the deal he's doing.

The briefcases?

The financial district?

What's going on here?

Any idea?

I'm trying to flush

the ideas I have

'cause none of them

seem to fit this.

Still under construction.

Want me to mail or hand deliver

your genius award?

Nice.

Real stylish.

You're saying this before

you use your gay hair shit?

Can't say it after.

Time for a walk by?

At 5:45.

Why is that?

Well, the nearest most likely

time for a meet up is 5:30,

and we should allow the other

party room for tardiness.

Unless Vogelmann

is 19 minutes late.

Possible, but not probable.

And I'm doing the walk

by myself.

- Usually...

- You're barely here as it is.

Any and every bigger risk

we come upon is mine to take.

[spraying]

[coughs]

I'll do you first.

Don't make no mess of it.

I used to graffiti

back in the day.

And I remember

what it looked like.

You would know better yourself,

you know that?

I was only doing tags.

You was the one

trying to make art.

Nigga painted a pitbull

everybody thought was a turtle.

Nothing.

How about getting on a nearby

roof for a better vantage?

Not worth the exposure,

or the risk of us getting split

up in case things get urgent.

This is a bad location for...

Who the hell are those guys?

Must have been here

since before Vogelmann arrived.

It's them.

Who?

The black dudes.

The ones who drove Vogelmann.

- Anchovies.

- Crud.

Any idea what's going on here?

I dunno. These guys

expect to be exposed

to people or a camera

at some point.

That's the only way those

disguises make any sense.

What kind of job?

Robbery?

Kidnapping?

- Murder?

- One or some of those. Yeah.

Ma'am?

You need some assistance?

Sorry.

Can you hold that?

Please hold it. Ma'am?

Jeffrey?

Jeffrey, let me in.

- Open this.

- Kelly, please stop yelling.

- I was in the bathroom.

- Why put the chain on the door?

Why aren't you

on your way to work?

You are not allowed to answer

a question with a question.

Don't shout at me, okay?

Just...

You need to go back downstairs,

get on the bus and go to work.

- Open this right now.

- I can't.

What do you mean you can't?

Of course you can.

I want to, I really, really do,

but I can't.

The maternity leave ended four

weeks ago.

You've used all of your vacation

and every single sick day

staying here with Jackson.

He needed me.

I'm taking good care of him...

and I will continue to do so

until you're home from work.

I hate you.

And I love you twice as much.

You need to go to work... today.

My job is so stupid.

I go there and I sell

chunks of my life

for a paycheck, so that...

rich people I've never even met

can put money

in places I've never even seen.

How am I supposed to sit

at a stupid desk

and talk about bank accounts

when my baby is here?

Jackson needs diapers, and

clothes and gourmet baby food.

Eventually, he's gonna need

school supplies.

And if he's anything

like me and my brothers,

he'll need braces, too.

Now, all these things cost money

and you make way more than I do.

Yeah, I know.

Please get on the bus

and go to work.

Okay.

I'm sorry I said I hate you.

That's all right.

I know what you really meant.

Can I see him though?

Just through the opening.

I promise, I'll go if you let me

see him just for a second.

- I need to touch him.

- Kelly, please...

I... Just for a second.

I swear I'll go.

You've broken that swear before

and recently.

Do you swear

on the life of our baby

that you will leave

after you've touched him?

No, no, no.

Say it out loud for it to count,

that's how swears work.

I swear on the life of our child

that I will go to work

after I've touched him.

You swore on his life.

I'll see you both

when I get home from work.

So cute.

Hey.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Welcome back, bonita.

- Thank you.

Good heavens

and praise be to Him.

Can that radiant vision of

maternity

that just walked through our

front doors

possibly be

our beloved Mrs. Summer?

Welcome back.

Welcome back and congratulations

on bringing such a lovely

boy child into this world.

Thank you, Mr. Edmington.

All of us in the bank have great

expectations for your boy.

Wondrous expectations

on a global scale.

So do I.

Well, in that case,

our expectations are aligned.

- Yeah.

- Welcome back.

- Nice to see you.

- You too.

Mrs. Summer, your absence

was a weight upon us,

your return

is a divine blessing.

It was just three months.

Nevertheless, a doleful era.

You really shouldn't look that

good after having a baby.

Thanks.

It's kind of annoying

how good you look.

- Thank you.

- I made cupcakes.

- Oh, double chocolate.

- Of course.

Oh, yeah, your husband

helped me with that part.

A small token, a minuscule

manifestation of our affections.

Mr. Edmington,

everybody, really,

thank you for this, really.

It was really hard

to leave the baby, but...

Any deliveries

scheduled for today?

No, not that I'm aware of.

Everyone, listen.

Hands up, and keep them there

or this man dies.

[distorted voice]

Keep your hands raised.

Cooperate.

If you make any sudden moves,

you will be executed.

If the police show up

everyone will be executed.

Do not prioritize money

over having a heartbeat.

Do you understand?

Yes.

- Mr. Edmington.

- Sir.

Are there any employees

in the back?

If so, get them right now.

You have 20 seconds.

No, there is no one in the back,

everyone is here in the front.

Are you certain

of this response?

You appear to be uncertain.

No, I'm quite certain

everyone is here

in the front of the bank.

We will accept this response.

If you are mistaken, your

testicles will be removed...

with this.

Please, let's not talk about

anything rash.

Everyone is here, as I said,

- in the front of the bank...

- You.

You seem honest and obedient.

Handcuff every single person

here,

except for the manager.

Use these.

Fasten their hands

behind their backs.

Tight.

Do not say anything to anyone

at any time,

or you will be executed.

Mr. Edmington.

Sir.

One of us will follow you

to the vaults.

Open them all.

I will open every vault that I

am capable of opening for you.

If our associate does not return

with gold bullion

in three minutes or less,

we will execute this woman.

[clock ticking]

Send it.

Will you make sure

my baby gets this?

His name is Jackson.

Must have gone this way.

Think they know we're following?

Thirty percent.

Though I'm hoping they saw us

at Brownvine.

You're hoping they saw us?

Yeah, if they know they've been

spotted, maybe they'll abort

whatever it is they got planned.

Glad to hear

your priorities changed.

Well, civilians are at risk,

they're the priority.

Money or no money, badge or no

badge. You had doubts?

Microscopic ones, if any, but...

good to hear things articulated.

Trusted bank of North Bulwark.

That isn't ambiguous.

Is that an embrasure?

- What's an embrasure?

- See that opening?

The horizontal slit

above the word security.

A guy's in there.

So it's a robbery.

Yup.

We wait until they drive off?

Yeah.

It's a robbery until somebody

turns it into something worse.

You looking to box them in?

Pointlessly.

Financial district in a weekday.

Shouldn't engage them here.

You think they'd go back to

the parking garage after this?

Fifty percent.

Fifty percent doesn't value

anything.

Any yes or no question.

Hope this asshole doesn't get

too curious.

"The bank will reopen

in 15 minutes, come back then."

He might have said 50, but why?

Probably not.

This guy's

like a cigarette commercial.

They're loading.

[horns honking]

Christ.

We could have stopped this.

- Are you gonna say anything?

- Focus on that.

We let those people get killed.

You're not gonna say anything?

You don't have anything to say

about our culpability?

Those Italian emotions

are saying plenty.

- Go to hell, you heartless fuck.

- I never saw that opera.

Look, by the time we knew

it wasn't a routine drug deal,

- it was already too late.

- You could have called it in.

When the van

left the parking garage.

Put the Bulwark PD on alert.

We didn't.

The chance of that

accomplishing anything

in the 16-minute interim,

less than 50 percent or even 25.

You wanna call the Bulwark PD,

the state police, the Feds,

let them handle it, go ahead.

But that van,

and the cut-throats inside,

they'll be vapor before any

enforcement agency can respond.

We're it.

You said you weren't

gonna kill anyone

unless it was in self-defense.

You gave us your word.

Get on the interstate.

It was excessive

what happened back there.

Do you wish to expand upon

your critique?

Give us the urban point of view?

He ain't got

nothing more to say.

Hush that flap, nigga.

Keep your attention on the road.

We'll get through this.

Muscles,

Slim.

Yeah.

Place your firearms

inside of the glove box.

That wasn't a suggestion.

All right.

Cover that weaponry

with the sport section.

Close the door.

It's closed.

We didn't hear it click.

We want to hear it click.

Do not open that glove box

unless I have

given you my permission.

All right.

You see something?

Nah, nothing.

Crud, the interstate.

Any idea

where they're gonna land?

Somewhere rural, where they're

gonna exchange vehicles,

but where that is...

Need gas pretty soon.

Yeah, so do they.

We'll curb when they pull in

somewhere.

The cans in the truck?

Is that a question

you just asked me?

[squeals]

Quiet.

I need to pee.

[groans]

The other quiet.

Say another word

and you're a pirate.

Cover that up.

Hold still.

[struggling]

Squirt.

Slim.

Yeah?

Come get rid of this lady piss.

We'll get through this.

Just do what you're paid to do

and never mind them back there.

Remember when your ma brung us

out here for your birthday?

You and me,

at least ten other locals.

Severos was there too,

even though we ain't really

want him around.

But there was

your sister's friends

and a couple of neighbors,

I think.

You wanted an ice cream cake

so your ma brung it in a cooler.

What was it again?

Tyrannosaurus rex.

That's right. That's right.

I remember now.

Nigga was a T-rex.

And its fangs was made out

of candy corns.

The ones that was white

with red on the tips

that look like blood.

The meal he just ate,

Stegosaurus or whoever.

I was really into dinosaurs

back then.

Yeah, you was.

And you got all pissed and shit

'cause your ma gave me

the biggest piece.

Yeah. Yeah.

The birthday boy

gets the biggest piece.

And that's in

the moms' handbook.

Yeah.

But she probably knew my ma

wasn't taking care of me

too good.

She knew.

Always had a crush on you.

She knew that, too.

Thanks, bro.

We'll get through this.

Together.

Is anybody following us?

- Well, there's a...

- No.

Only things behind us are

a green pickup and a gray car

that got on a little while back.

Be vigilant.

Always am.

First estimate

is five people dead.

Two in critical, one missing.

Crud. That last one's a hostage.

Looks like a large amount

of gold bullion

was delivered two days ago.

Not a coincidence.

Christ.

Six people got punctuation.

Six human beings died.

I gotta know.

In case we don't come back,

I gotta know

what she would have said.

We're coming back.

One hundred percent?

I'm at 80.

Maybe even 85, you're 70.

Experience?

Yeah, plus I'm not Italian.

That's her voicemail.

Hey, Denise, I...

I got a favor to ask you.

Pretty important.

I'm just out of town right now

and I need some information

back at my place.

So if you could swing by

and get it,

I would really,

really appreciate it.

It's in the right pocket

of my tan blazer,

herringbone one that I wore

to your sister's the last time.

And I know this is inconvenient,

but it would really be

helping me out.

Call me when you get it.

That's it,

I'll talk to you soon.

Love you, bye.

Ain't the most romantic way

to propose.

It isn't.

Denise is smart,

she's very clear-minded.

She's not gonna change

her answer one way or the other

because of how I asked her.

- I'd give you about...

- Don't tell me a percentage.

Watch this up here.

I see it.

Let's grab take out

when we're done with this.

I'm really in the mood

for some cellophane noodles.

Okay.

Muscles.

Yeah?

Is anybody following after us?

The green pickup, the gray car?

- No.

- Please check your mirrors.

Nothing but rust and air.

I'll keep an eye out.

- [indicator clicks]

- Muscles...

to whom are you signaling?

Nobody, no one.

I just did it out of habit.

Possum.

Refrigerator, dead rat.

We here.

We are here or we're here.

No, we here.

You understood me, didn't you?

- Didn't you?

- Please face forward.

Figure he's exacerbating.

The garage door is still intact?

Look like.

Open the right bay.

Can I take my gun

out the glove box in case?

You may not.

[distant gunshots]

Possum.

Refrigerator.

Dead rat.

Give me the key.

Shoot him and use the spare key.

The spare is on the ring

that I gave to Slim.

Where is the key?

Did you check

your mother's rectum?

Where is the key?

Ask a proctologist.

Hold tight, nigga.

Hey, get out of here.

Just leave me, man.

Get out of here.

- Shut that flap, nigga.

- [groans]

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

Henry, stop!

Damn.

This whole thing was my fault.

My idea.

Get.

Henry.

You get to go.

Give something to my Ma.

I take care of her good.

Yeah.

Get her a nice television.

One of those...

Do you see the key?

He swallowed it.

And Slim's still out there.

Should we drive past him

and come at him from behind?

No. We need to box him in

right here, right now.

Conflict couldn't happen in

a better less populated place

than this.

Looks like problems

with the hired help.

- So Reed's still alive?

- That front door looks armored.

Why are they making her do that?

They wanna clean things up

before they go?

- Seventy-five percent.

- What's the other 25?

I'm not sure. Something weird.

This is excessive.

- We got a leak.

- I'm aware.

Don't get shot.

They don't have the right angle.

Unless they get on the ground.

Since I'm already here,

I'll get off the first shots.

You learn that in the army?

Geometry actually.

Did you see what happened

to that other helper?

- The skinny black guy?

- Him.

No.

I think he disappeared

during the first barrage.

That's a variable

we didn't need.

Start the party.

Did you miss?

Don't be an asshole.

They're rolling bunkers

on airless tires.

Remove the stomach,

so that the key doesn't fall

into his entrails.

I will.

Think they're cops?

Not unless they're crooked ones,

looking for the gold.

I suspect these men

are Slim's associates.

[gunshot ricochets]

Just stay focused on your work.

This duo isn't properly armed

for an engagement with us.

It's the pale sac in there,

the one that looks like...

I know which one it is.

Careful not to pop his liver.

That is the worst smell in the

world, black guys especially.

Let's dump him and drive.

Shells.

Should we call this in,

anonymously?

I'm not equipped for it.

Things are getting weird.

Get in.

- Protection?

- A hundred percent.

- Thanks for letting me know.

- You heard me. Buckle.

Is her home address literally

in that picture?

Completely. And she's younger

than she looks.

She probably had kids.

Do you have any loved ones

at this address?

That photo had some

very unpleasant instructions

that will go to our associates.

Unless you do exactly

what we tell you to do.

The drip has become a trickle.

Yeah. I got ears.

I'm concerned.

Should we make an announcement?

- Say we're cops?

- No.

That will increase the

likelihood of hostage situation

by 60 percent.

Hey!

Shitheads!

Listen up!

This is the only deal

you're gonna get.

We're just here for the gold.

That's it.

Leave the bullion where it is

and come on out.

We'll let you walk away.

You stay in the van,

we'll kill all of you,

Vogelmann, sidekick number one,

sidekick number two, the girl,

everybody.

Get the gas.

Teargas?

- The gas?

- Gasoline.

Don't hold the meeting for me.

I've been delayed.

I don't think

the budget is realistic

for wheelchair access

and metal detectors

so we need to provide them both.

Well, let me just do this thing

for Tony

and then we can get into it

when I get back.

Thanks. Bye.

You got 45 seconds to come out.

[woman screams]

You got 15 seconds.

- [woman] Stop! [whimpers]

- [gunshot]

Looks female but verify.

She's a she.

Mrs. Reed?

What happened to Vogelmann

and his sidekicks?

Can you get on the other side

of this vehicle?

Mrs. Reed, did you hear me?

I'm coming.

Keep coming, Mrs. Reed.

You're doing great.

You're almost here.

You okay?

Hey.

Stop.

I don't want to see

what's under there.

Okay.

That girl was innocent.

Want me to drive you

to the emergency room?

No, it's too much to move.

And there's no reason.

Don't have the right words

for this situation.

God, I really hope that this...

mistake...

is not what I'm remembered for.

I'll keep your name out of it.

- I hope you can.

- I will.

Want me to get that?

When she called?

I don't know.

Well, I'll type for you.

- Passcode is...

- I know, I know what it is.

- Let me hold it.

- Yeah.

I'm sorry.

It wasn't what I wanted to hear.

Want me to break it?

Yeah.

Damn!

Good?

I'm surrendering.

Taking your deal.

All right.

Come on out with your hands up.

I need...

Get rid of that gas can, nigga.

I ain't done all this to see you

burn up no money.

Gold isn't flammable.

Yeah, I don't want it melting.

And there's cash in there too.

You wanna come over here and

take care of Vogelmann yourself?

No, nigga. No.

You the professional.

Look at the all good work

you've done here.

Can execute naked women

and everything.

Prick.

[distorted voice]

Do not prioritize money

over having a heartbeat.

The next bullet ain't a warning.

That bulletproof vest

you got there's real nice.

Makes you look svelte.

Like when a female

puts on a girdle.

It's much more flattering

than that windbreaker

you wore on the news

when you stomped that Mexican.

Where did you spot me?

When you drove by the bank.

And twice when you was following

on the parkway.

What do you want?

Stay right there.

So I can thank you face to face

for wiping out all these

cruel-ass thugs.

That's what most cops do

when they get suspended.

[Ridgeman grunts]

Go rob bank robbers.

Why you taking that off?

I need the strap

to stop the bleeding.

'Aight.

I'm gonna ask you

some questions.

You tell me some bullshit

and I send that video I made

of you killing that white girl

to the news.

I got a real good angle

from up there.

Even got you when you took off

your mask.

- So ask.

- What do the Bulwark PD know...

- Nigga.

- Likewise.

Let's talk through this.

Make some words.

We should clean up this mess

together and split the gold.

We can fight each other

some more,

do this until we're crippled or

dead, or we can both be rich.

I don't see

how this is a dilemma.

Trusting a cop,

one that's crooked as fuck,

is the dilemma.

Only thing absolutely certain

about you

is that you don't give a shit

about any oath you swear to.

My daughter got assaulted

for the fifth time two days ago.

My wife has multiple sclerosis

and can't even walk

half the time without a cane.

I need this.

- Seventy-thirty.

- Sixty-forty.

'Aight.

There's a getaway car in there?

Detective is astute.

We need to tow this one

to the lake.

All right.

Let's unload the guns

together and slowly

so neither one of us is tempted.

All right.

What we do with our friends?

Can't leave them here.

We can't go bringing them

back with us neither

without exposing ourselves.

We bury them.

I didn't know they was

gonna grab no woman.

Nobody was supposed to get shot

unless they pulled a gun on us.

That was the deal.

Did you believe that

or did you just want to?

Ain't no guns in here.

A lot of firearms in that van.

Our word's good. It'll be 60/40.

We go in the van

at the same time.

Whatever you want.

It's all cotton candy.

It's not gonna smell great

in there.

We'll put the gold in here.

Why?

This wreck is dead as an insect.

Right, but I got to sit in it

and steer.

I don't want you cutting me

loose

and driving off with everything

in your trunk.

You're so paranoid and

suspicious

you're making me

paranoid and suspicious.

I'm just trying to avoid

temptation.

Detective is a priest.

We go slow.

It's all cotton candy.

Smells like all these dudes

shitted themselves.

Don't fondle any guns.

On Father's Day,

does your daughter give you

one salute or two?

She's respectful.

It's all in these duffels.

Yeah.

Some loose bits on the concrete.

♪ I'll kiss you when the lights

go down ♪

♪ Until the credits rolls ♪

♪ I wish I could do something ♪

♪ To make you feel better ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ The doctor said that

you don't have much time ♪

♪ No medicine

can help you recover ♪

♪ Oh no ♪

♪ But I do know one thing ♪

♪ That will help ease the pain

♪ That old place

is still around ♪

♪ No we won't choose to go ♪

♪ Let me take you ♪

♪ To the drive-in ♪

♪ There's a space

in the last row ♪

♪ I will show you ♪

♪ A very fine time ♪

♪ I'll kiss you when the lights

go down ♪

♪ Till the credits roll ♪

♪ Maybe this night

will last forever ♪

♪ Please don't close

the drive-in ♪

♪ Maybe this night

will last forever ♪

♪ Please don't close

the drive-in ♪

♪ Please don't close

the drive-in ♪

♪ Please don't close... ♪

I'll unhook these.

I'll get the bags.

Sorry.

Don't drive too close

to that muck.

You sure you ain't

an elementary teacher,

used to dealing with little kids

who don't know nothing?

I believe what you meant to say

was, "Who don't know anything."

You understood me, didn't you?

Yeah, but you're a lot smarter

than you sound,

a whole lot smarter

from what I've seen.

It's good to be underestimated.

You're doing that

in case I confuse

- this car with a submarine?

- Yup.

Keep calm.

- What the fuck is this shit?

- Just a precautionary measure.

I don't intend to hurt you.

Take out your cell phone.

That video is

my insurance policy.

Wrong. You can identify me

if they toss you in jail.

If we get brought to trial,

I can do the same to you.

We keep each other quiet.

That's fair. That's balanced.

But that video opens me up

to extortion from you,

or anyone you send it to,

or for anyone that hacks

- into your hardware.

- None of that's gonna happen.

We 60/40.

I'm just trying to remove

temptation.

Get that gun off my neck.

Give me your phone

and give me your password.

Get that fucking gun off me.

I don't wanna hurt you but if...

You fucking dumbass.

I wasn't gonna blackmail you.

My word is good.

You should have trusted a nigga.

All I ever did for this was

steal some autos,

peddle some blow

and put the fool who crippled

my brother into intensive.

I ain't never killed nobody.

Damn.

Bury my friend, please.

I don't want him

involved in this.

- All right.

- Thanks.

You was being true and honest

when you said that shit

about your baby girl

getting attacked

and your wife with her mess?

I was being honest.

All right. I'll give them some.

Forty percent.

They ain't getting 40.

But I'll take good care of them.

Sorry to put you

into these, cops,

but I can't be

finicky right now.

After all this

is finished, forgotten,

I'll come back

and bury you right.

Hey, Henry.

Oh, I could have Christopher

finish this in the guest room

- if you want.

- No problem, Ma.

I know you like to look at the

ocean when you get massaged.

Yes.

Oh, you had some stuff come in

the mail while you were gone.

I think it was your broker.

Been up too many hours

to look at numbers right now.

Ethan's home or at Jeremy's?

He's in the game room.

All right.

You want sushi for dinner?

I'll make you something

homemade if you want.

Thanks.

I would enjoy your cooking.

Your game good?

You done with everything?

Finally.

[reporter]

The victims of the home invasion

that occurred in south-east

Bulwark Thursday night...

Hey, sweetie.

- There's a package downstairs...

- Close the door, please.

No suspect

for this violent crime

has been apprehended

at this time.

The police commissioner

has neither confirmed...

I think it's from Dad.

What does

the return address say?

It says Ridgeman and a PO Box.

Let me have it, please.

Oh, God. This is heavy.

- I can help you open it.

- Uh, no, no.

It's addressed to me, and I want

to open it myself, in private.

- Mom, I wanna...

- Sara, please.

Okay.

I wasn't able to cook tonight

so I ordered Chinese.

- Okay.

- Kiss.

Thank you.

Pause this.

When I was out

mailing that package,

I start thinking about that game

we was playing right before

everything changed for us,

the one in the jungle.

You still got it?

Shotgun Safari?

Yeah.

You ready?

Yeah.

Let's hunt some lions.

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