Flinch (2021) - full transcript

You guys go down.
I'll hang it here.

All right,
be right back.

Look at this.

What is
this, a morgue?

Okay,
wait here.

Gentlemen.

What...

Check the breaker!

What the fuck
is going on?

Hey, Lou!

Lou!



Lou, where the fuck
are you?

♪ Searching for your touch
I've been feeling lonely

♪ I know that it's my fault
Honey, I am sorry

♪ Nothing can compare To the way you used to love me

♪ To the way you used
To love me

♪ I've been dreaming
For somebody to hold me

♪ Not just anybody
It's you that I'm holding

♪ Nothing can compare To the way you used to love me

♪ To the way you used
To love me

♪ I want you so bad

♪ You don't understand

♪ I just have to pretend

♪ That we never ended, baby

♪ Searching for a touch
I've been feeling lonely



♪ Thinking of the times
When you used to kiss me ♪

You know, all those locks
aren't necessary, right?

-You're late.
-You got 20 locks
in that door, Mom.

It's still made
out of cardboard.

I don't care.
When I'm home alone,
I don't feel safe.

Nobody knows
where we live, Ma.
I told you that.

Look at these houses
on the water.

My God.

When are we gonna
get one like that,
Joey? Hmm?

I'm glad you're home safe.

Don't forget
to brush your teeth.

Yeah, Mom.

What do you think?

Today's gonna be
a good one?

Or a bad one?

I'm gonna go see
Lee, all right?

Be careful.

Come on in.

-Hey, Barry.
-Gary.

♪ Am I a good man?

♪ Am I a fool?

Let's go.
Back here.

♪ Am I weak?

♪ Or am I just
Playing it cool?

♪ I have a woman

All right? Take care.
I'll see ya.

Okay?

Oh, my God!

Look at you.

How you
been, man?

This hay fever's gonna...
I got to get out
of California.

This is killing me.
I want to get back
to Staten Island.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I wanna put
a match to this

fucking place.

-Well, I like the beard.
I like it.
-You like this?

Yeah, very,
uh, rabbinical.

It's good to see
you smile.

I'd like to get
a bigger smile
from you.

Huh?

I like to put a smile
on your face.

Okay?

Thank you, man.

Thank you.

I got something
for you to do. I need
it done right away.

Real fast.

Joey fucking Doyle.

Joey! What's
going on, Doyle?

Give us a little...

All right, all right.
All right.

Everything's here.

Lee. I can't do this.

-I can't.
-Huh?

I can't do the job.

I don't think
I heard right.

Did I hear right?

Am I hearing
things, Jimmy?

No, I... Look, guys,
I just did a job
for you guys.

I don't
do work that quick.

I don't.

That's not what
your father would say.

You know, uh, I did
your father favors,
he did me favors.

Took care
of each other.

You know that,
don't you?

-Yeah.
-He let me down.

He got me very upset.

I didn't do anything,
did I?

You know why?

Because he's like
family to me, like a son.

With all due respect
to my son here,
you're like a son to me.

Don't disappoint me.

Don't do that.

All right, you're not going
to break my heart here.

You're gonna
make me cry.

Yeah, good boy.

Okay, we're going
to go to the party?

Huh? You hungry?

- You wanna eat?
- Yeah, let's eat.

Make him a sandwich.

Hey, man.

-This thing, I don't...
-Yeah, it jams a lot.

You take
the magazine out.

-You got it?
That's all it is?
-You're good.

-Will it do it again?
-No.

-You sure?
-Yeah, yeah.

Not gonna shoot
myself, right?

All right, man.

-Take care.
-Take care.

Bless us, O Lord,
and these Thy gifts which
we are about to receive.

Please bless the hands
of whom has prepared it.

Dear Lord, thank you
for protecting
my son, Joey.

And please remain
to keep the sword over him.

Please bless Joey's father,

as we offer him up
into your mercy

through Jesus'
name. Amen.

Amen.

-Mmm.
Good shit, Ma.
-Good one?

What did I tell you
about cursing
at the table?

I'm sorry.

Great fucking food.

I mean good food, Ma.

You're a jackass.

One of my better ones.

Yeah.

Mmm.

Buty ou're
not strong enough yet.

Who says I'm not?

Billy, you mustn't.
You'll hurt yourself.

Then why don't you quit
wrestling with me?

I gave him
three fucking
chances already.

I mean, all the chances
I've given him...

if he doesn't want to do it,
then tell him to fuck off.
I'm not doing it!

I'm not doing it
for nobody. That's it.

We're not doing it!

The greatest
victory is that

that requires for an enemy
who is not

will be victorious.

Learn the principle.

The warrior who
is distracted

is sure to perish.

War is a grave
affair of state.

- Hey, Mia.
- Hey, Sam.

Just picking up
for Ed.

Of course.

I'll be right back.

-Coffee?
-Yeah.

-Hey, boss.
-Mmm?

-Wrong phone.
-Excuse me?

You took
the lady's phone.

-Uh, no, I didn't.
-You did.

-But I didn't.
-He's right.
My phone's not here.

Oh.

Yeah, well,
sorry, man.

Busy day,
rushing around.

Don't apologize
to me, man.

Sorry.

Appreciate it.

Take care.

Yeah, you too.

No phones at the table.

And lies
in wait for an enemy. Learn the principle of his activity.

Mia! Where's
the Wilshire files?

-They're in your office.
-No, they're not
in my office.

Find them.
I need them
right now.

I put them
on your desk.

Well, they're
not there.

-They're not here.
-Look for them.

-Find them right
fucking now!
-I'm looking.

-When I say
I need something...
-Okay.

...I don't need it
in 30 minutes.
I need it now.

Find those
fucking files.

I don't give a shit
where you guys are.

So? Take a fucking
shower together.

Fine. Just come
back Friday.

Yeah. Yeah,
I'll be there.

Look, first of all,
calm the fuck down

when you're talking
to me, all right?

Right.

What do you mean?

Yeah, of course.

Joey Doyle.

Are you
Joseph Doyle's kid?

Fuck you.

You've got to be
fucking kidding me.

Lee sent you, right?

Dumb prick.

You didn't think
I was going to
fucking spot you

following me around town,
in my own office,
you motherfucker!

I'm gonna send
Lee a message!

You know what
it's gonna be?
It's gonna be

your head
in a fucking box!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Don't...

Help! Help!

Somebody help! Help!

Help!

Help!

Hello?

Can you please
just open the trunk?

We can talk about this.

We can figure it
out together.

Would you just...

fucking open
the fucking trunk!

Please!

Mama! Open
the fucking door.

I'm coming, I'm coming,
I'm coming.

Jesus Christ, Joey!
What the...

Oh, my God!

Oh, oh! Who is this?

-Don't you move,
all right?
-Joey!

Joey Doyle, open this
door now!

Joey Doyle!

Joey Doyle, open
this door right now!

Don't you ever say
my full name in front
of a stranger!

You understand that?

What happened
to your face?

Look, I don't know
what's going on,
but I need some answers.

And by the way, I'll say,
whatever I goddamn fucking
please in my house!

It's under control.

-It's under control?
-Yes!

You have a girl, bound
and gagged to a bed
in there, Joey.

Now, I want
some answers.

You better start talking.

Look, it was just
a quick gig, Ma.

-What kind of the kind of gig?
-The kind of gig that gets
you the home on the water!

-All right?
-And?

And I fucking
took care of it
like I always do!

Are you trying to tell me
that girl in there
is a witness?

Oh, my God!
Joey, you gotta
take care of this.

-Take care of this
right now!
-I know!

Look, she's going
to go to the cops

or they're gonna
come to her first!

I understand that.

Then why is she
still alive, huh?

Why?

Oh, my God, Ma!

Put the fucking gun down.

Every second she's alive
is a waste of her time

-and our time.
-Ma! Put the fucking
gun down!

Now!

-If you're sweet on her...
-Oh, my fucking God!

If you're sweet on her...

you're compromised.

Now, you got
three seconds!

Three, two, one!

She didn't flinch.

You know, this one time
I was with Dad.

He was about
to do this guy.

And it wasn't like
he was a good guy
or nothing.

Matter of fact,
he was a real piece of shit,

And out of nowhere,
Dad just...

lowered his gun
and let the guy go,
just like that.

Why?

Because he didn't flinch.

And I remember
asking him why.

You know, why him?

He said, if a person
is that confident,

he either knows
something you don't...

Or?

Or they have
a sacred heart.

A purpose to live.

Lord don't want
them yet.

What she knows is that
you ended someone's life.

And even if she truly
is a good person,

believe me, she's not
going to take it
to her grave.

You have 30 minutes.

No screaming,
all right?

You scream,
and it's over,

you understand that?

I won't say anything.

Just let me go,
please. I won't...

Come on, Drink water.

There you go.
Keep drinking.

There you go.

Just let me go, please.

I won't say a word.
You got to believe me.

I can pay you.

Come on, have more.
There you go.

I don't care about
what you did.

I don't want
anything to do
with any of this.

Just, please,
believe me.

-Please.
-One more, one more.

Please believe me.
Please!

Open your mouth.

Can you
just let me go?

Open your mouth.
Come on!

I knew you
couldn't do it.

I'll do it after
I meet James.

Just stay away
from my room,
all right?

Do I look stupid?

No, Ma.
You look beautiful,
all right?

-I love you.
-All right, be careful.

Lock the locks.

Stay out of my room.

Help! Help!

That was fuckin' quick.

Good man.

Here.

I'm good.

Now, what the fuck
happened to your face?

He put up a struggle.

He put up a struggle?

Before you fucking
shot him?

I didn't shoot him.

He gets shot,
it's another hit.

He just lies on the floor,
beaten to death,

it's a disgruntled
employee robbery
gone wrong. Petty crime.

That makes sense.
That's clever, Doyle.

Anybody see?

No, nobody saw.

Well, check it out.

That's double in there,
by the way.

And we're not taking
a percentage out

for your old man's
debt this time.

It's all yours.

Is there anything
I should know about?

No.

You're the man, Doyle.

See you later, James.

She's moving around in there.

-Living things move, Ma.
-Dead things don't.

Fucking shoot me,
you pussy.

It's all sick
and twisted game, huh?

I know what you want.

Just do it already.

Go on.

You follow me.
You stalk me...

You and your mother...

You're fucking
Norman Bates!

So go ahead.

Go on.

Just live out your sick,
fucking fantasy,
you piece of shit.

You don't know
anything about me.

Well, you really handled
that well.

Really let her know
who's boss here.

Good night.

♪ I wanna tell you a story

♪ Every man oughta know

♪ If you want a little loving

♪ You gotta start real slow

Ed's dead.

You killed the councilman?

Some things
just can't wait, Douglas.

-What about the girl?
-What girl?

The one I put in there
to get dirt on Ed for you.

My girl.

He's got a girl?

You don't have a girl?

Last time I checked,
I had a girl, boss.

Pop, when's the last time
you had a fucking girl?

-I have plenty of girls.
-Fucking dick.

It's the assistant.

Like I said, nobody saw.
Did you talk to her yet?

I just found out
that Ed's dead.

She missing?

Hey...
I didn't say that,

but I haven't had a chance
to contact her yet.

When's the last time
you talked to her?

Connor talks to her.
I talk to Connor.

Whoa, whoa.
Is this Connor's girl
or your girl, Doug?

Our girl, James.
Our girl.

Look, I'll talk to her
and make sure
everything's cool.

Everything's running smooth.

But... tell me the next time
you're gonna change the plan.

Good night.

Connor, we've got a problem.

Joey.

I need the bathroom.

I can't go
with you listening.

Then run the water.

Can you just hum
or something?

Whatever you think
you saw...

My son's not a monster.

The people
he handles... Well...

It's inevitable they get
what's coming to them.

But you ain't
one of those people.

So he has
this dilemma...

His conscience.

But I don't.

So if it's between
you and my son,

believe me,
it's gonna be you.

And I'll do it myself
if I have to.

When he gets back...

not a word, understand?

I'm gonna let you loose
for a little bit, all right?
Don't be stupid.

What do you know
about your boss?

My boss?

He's an asshole.
Why?

Anything else?

Business he was into,
stuff like that.

I'm just an assistant.

-His new assistant.
-Three months.

So?

What's the average
length of stay
in that particular position?

Less than that.

And what makes you so
special to last that long
with an asshole?

-I'm used to taking shit.
-You sleep with him?

Yeah. Yeah, that's it.

I mean, you have
got it all figured out.
That's me.

I'm ready
to be tied up again.

- Put these on.
- I'm fine like this.

I'm not going
to tie you up...

-dressed like that.
-Great.

I love it when
people threaten
to not tie me up.

I'm hungry.

What do you want?

Something gluten free.

Are you hungry?

No, she is.

Oh, the princess
is hungry.

And now you're
serving her?

When's the last time
you ever served me?

Is rice gluten free or no?

I have no idea.
Ask her.

Is rice gluten free?

-Duh.
-I thought so.

Ma, what are you doing?

What are you doing?
Hey, stop!

-Come on! Ma!
-Get out of my way.

Joey, get out of my way.

-Get out of my way, Joey.
-Give me the gun.

-No. Joey!
-All right. Fuck it.

Joey, stop!

-Give me
the fucking gun, Ma!
-Joey!

-You know, I'm your mother.
You don't treat me like that.
-Yeah, yeah. Go sit down.

Come on.

Is rice gluten free?

-You're an asshole.
-You didn't even
have a good shot.

- Hello?
- Connor, it's me.

Mia? Jesus fucking Christ!
Are you all right?

Where the hell
have you been?

Look, I need you
to come get me.

Joey, wait!
Wait, wait!
-What, Mom? What?

Wait, listen,
you need to take my phone.

She's five blocks away.

What is this, Mom?

I had to download an app.
This way I know
where you are at all times.

-What?
-I need to know
where you are.

Mom, I can't talk,
all right?
I gotta go.

-She is five blocks away.
-I gotta go!

What's up?

Guess who
just called me.

- Mia.
-Jesus Christ.

Where is she?

She's on the corner
of Thomas and Broadway.

She wants me
to come get her now.

Take her
to the garage on 6.

We'll find out what happened
before anyone else does.

What we do
isn't exactly legal.

If this bitch runs her mouth,
we're implicated in murder,
Doug. Murder.

She is the only one
who puts us with Lee.

And I am
not going to prison.

We may need
to distance ourselves.

- Mia?
- Connor. We gotta go.

-Go, Go, go, go!
-What's going on?

So what happened?

I was kidnapped.

By who?

A guy who put
the hit on Ed.

Wait. So it was a hit?

Yes, it was a hit.
Someone paid
to have Ed killed.

Do you know who?

Some guy
named James.

Or his dad,
I don't know.

The killer's name is Doyle.
Joe Doyle.

He was the one
that kidnapped me.

Fuck!

Why didn't they kill you?

I don't know.

What else do you know?

Not much.

Just where he lives.

All right. Okay. Hey...

It's gonna be all right.
Okay? Don't worry about it.

Where are we going?

To meet Douglas.

You spoke
with him already?

Yeah, of course.
Are you kidding me? Jesus.

He's worried sick.

We'll meet him now.

Why are we stopping here?

It's where
Douglas wants to meet.

-Here?
-Yeah.

-I'm calling Doug.
-Just...

-Chill, fucking chill.
-What the fuck is wrong
with you?

Jesus Christ.

All right, fuck, man.
Come on, relax.

He's coming.
Just... chill.

Am I missing something?

Connor, what is going on?
Please talk to me.

Do you wanna go
for a cigarette?

No.

Come on, just come outside
and have a cigarette
with me. Let's go.

Get out of the fucking car!

Connor, what the fuck
is this?

Can you come outside
and keep me company, all right?

-Where's Doug?
-He's coming.

Okay? Come on.
Get out of the car.

-Get out of the car.
-No!

Fuck.

Get the fuck out...
Get the fuck out
of the car!

Don't do this.

Connor, don't! Please.
What the fuck are you doing?

I don't understand.

Shades of gray.

Looks pretty black
or white to me.

How did you find me?

My son and I
share our location.

You had his phone.
Did she give it back?

Ma.

His name
was James Connor.

He knew Ed,
got me the job.

We were close.

He knew Ed. How?

He's a broker. Brought
money into Ed's deals.

Why did he want
to kill you?

I have no idea.

You sure about that?

Why'd you kill my boss?

I don't know.

You... don't know?

It's my job not to know.

So people hire you.

What kind of people?

If it's your job not
to know, why are
you asking questions?

I don't know.
Maybe just want more fuck ups.

Not killing me?
Was that a fuck up, too?

Yeah.

You're losing
your nerve.

I lived my whole life
paying off this debt
because of you and Dad.

I didn't have a choice.

Well, now I'm
making a choice,
do you understand?

She might be innocent,
but you're not.
She knows that.

In the name of
the Father, Son and Holy
Spirit, amen. Dear Lord,

my heavenly Father...

I don't know
what to do with this girl.

I don't know
why it's so hard.

I want peace.

For my son.

Let her be
the right person.

Or let me just kill her.

Dougie, why is
Connor laying in the trunk?

And please tell me
why in the fuck he's dead.

-You know the girl?
-Yeah, yeah.
Your girl?

I haven't heard from her
since he was...

What the fuck
happened to, "Everything's
going to be all right, James.

"Everything's running
smooth, James."

Everything was fine.

The next morning rolls around
and I still can't reach her.

So I start wondering.

Maybe Connor was trying
to clean this mess

and she got
the drop on him.

And now,
now she's running scared.

She would have gone
to cops already, Dougie.

Not necessarily.

She's fucking in on this.

You're so fucking stupid.

What about your guys?

Don't fucking worry
about my guys.

Worry about
your fucking guys.

What about you?
What about you,
motherfucker?

-You fucked this shit up.
You rapped for this bitch.
-No.

No. Nobody fucked
anything up!

Don't fucking worry.
I'm gonna get
to the bottom of this.

Don't you fucking worry.

-You did this shit,
didn't you, Dougie?
-Oh, fuck.

- You fucking kill Connor?
Stop it, Dougie. Stop it!

You're dying?
You're dying?
Then fuckin' die already.

You piece of shit.

Did you do this shit?
Tell me. Fucking tell me.

Oh, fuck!

Hey!

-Are you all right?
-I'm fine.

Hey.

You can sleep on your bed
if you want to.

Look, I'm not trying
anything. Just...

saying if you want to sleep
in your bed, you can.

I'll be right outside.

I'm only gonna
tell you once more.

You put that glass
on top of your head.

But what are
you gonna do?

Just put it up on your head,
I'll show you.

Billy, you mustn't.
You'll hurt yourself.

Then why don't you quit
wrestling with me?

Good morning, Ma.

Joey, I'm going to give her
a chance.

I hope you know
what you're doing.

Thanks, Ma.

Doyle.

I ain't tryin'
to hear that noise, man.

Nobody
tryin' to hear you.

Been a while.

Yeah.

Well, let's hear it.

I have a situation.

There's no situation too big
that the Lord can't handle.

Save the preaching.
All right?

I'm assuming...

your situation
revolves around...

the work, right?

That's what you came here
to talk about?

The Lord's work.

Yeah.

Well, then let's hear it.

I met someone.

Did you?

I did.

The path of the disciple

is one of solitude
and selflessness.

Is this advice
that you live by?

No.

Let's say, uh,
hypothetically,

a disciple of the Lord
is doing his work

and somebody sees him.

What is a disciple supposed
to do in order to figure out
the situation?

There isn't a situation.

Unless that somebody
is innocent.

Correct.

Well, then he says
his prayers over them.

And where there are any
complications remaining,

he disposes of them
humbly and discreetly.

Has the disciple done this?

Maybe he took the somebody
back to the house of the Lord.

This is where
I hang up the phone.

She didn't flinch, Dad.

What did you say?

She didn't flinch.

All right?

Well, then that somebody
is certainly not innocent.

-No, Dad, look...
-There is no situation.

-Dad, just don't...
-And the disciple
has been compromised.

-...your help, Dad.
-Much more so
than previously thought.

Look... maybe she had
something to live for,
all right?

-How about that?
-Maybe, simply,
she's beautiful.

And bold and impossible
to navigate.

And she consumes
every corner of your mind.

And you don't know whether it's love or bullshit.

And whatever it is,

it comes with all
the warnings
of a premium item.

Wrapped up in a bow

by the devil himself,

like your mother.

Look, I didn't practice
what I preach,

and I have to live
with that.

Now it's your turn
to choose,

and I pray...

that you don't make
the same mistake I did.

This is Joey's father.

Way, way back.

No teeth.
He didn't have
front teeth forever.

Ah, he's so cute.

This is his dad
when he was young.

Jeez, Joey's the image
of him, huh.

Looks just like him,
I never even realized it.

Where's Joey's father?

He's not around anymore.

Well.

I'm gonna get dinner started.

-Okay.
-Yell if you need anything.

Hello.

Who is this?

Hello? Hello?

All right,
you wanna play games?

Whoever the fuck is this,
you're fucking dead.

How'd you get
this fucking phone?

And you don't know...

whether it's love
or bullshit.

Thanks.

For what?

For keeping me alive.

Now it's your turn
to choose, and I pray...

that you don't make
the same mistake I did.

Hey.

How was your day?
Hmm?

Go get cleaned up
for dinner, huh.
Use my room?

Yeah.

Dear God,
I hope I'm doing
the right thing.

Hey, buddy.

I think I'm falling in love
with this girl.

I know it's crazy. I know.

But I can't...

not feel this way.

What do
I do, buddy?

Dear Mia,
this is an old dress of mine

you can wear for dinner
tonight if you like. Gloria.

♪ I love you so

♪ You're so real

♪ Keep on playing

♪ That sweet song...

You look so handsome.

Except you still don't know
how to finish dressing.

Do not sit at a dinner table
without buttoning your shirt.

I know, Mom.

Oh, well, then why
didn't you button it?

♪ Play for me

Oh!

You look lovely.

- Get her chair.
- Yeah.

Thanks.

-Wine?
-Yeah.

♪ Keep on playing that
Sweet song for me

♪ How it fills my heart
With your memory

♪ 'Cause I love you so

So I made you guys
lamb chops,

with vegetable rice
and kidney beans.

You can start
with your salad.

You're not eating with us?

No, no.
I already ate.

Help yourselves.

Enjoy.

Cheers.

Cheers.

♪ I love you so

♪ You're so real

♪ Keep on playing

♪ That sweet song...

Do you always eat
with your fish?

I figured he likes
the company.

Doyle!

Hey, Doyle.

Who is it?

-I'm coming.
-Yo, what the fuck?

Come on, man,
I smell something good
cooking in there.

Doyle.

You gotta do something about
all these fucking locks, man.

Jesus Christ.

Hey, where's your mother?

She'll be right back.

I'm not interrupting
anything, am I?

Yeah, it's
my ma's birthday.

See, Joey,
I got this problem.

And that's, when I hire
somebody for a job,

I hire the best guy
there is for the job.

And that's why
all these years,
we've been hiring you.

Ain't nobody better
than Joey Doyle, right?

Joey Doyle, the best that
ever fucking did it, right?

-Am I right?
-If you say so, yeah.

I'm saying so.

So then there's this
odd little thing.

This... this girl,
this assistant of Ed's

just goes missing.

Poof, gone.

You recognize her?

Yeah.

What do you make
of this assistant?

Not much.

But you know of her?

Yeah, she's
Ed's assistant.

And you know
she's missing?

I watch the news, James.

See, that's funny,
because I watched the news

and I didn't...
they didn't mention anything.

Not the news,
the scanners.

-The police scanners.
-The police scanners.

Yeah, they were
talking about her, you know?

The possibility that they
might think that she did it.

Really?

Yeah, really.

That's why I killed him
in his office, remember?

You cased Ed's office
for five days straight.

You didn't see this girl?
You didn't know about...

Yes, of course I did.
Sure I did. Yeah.

Okay, was she there
the day of the hit?

Yes, she was there.

She's a fucking
assistant, James.
Assistants are always there.

What do you want?

And this assistant...

She left at 5:00 p.m.
with everybody else.

All right?

So you don't... You hear this
on your police scanners

and you
don't think, "Hey,

"maybe I should call James
and tell him about this?"

-It's not important.
-It's not important?

No, she could be
hiding somewhere,

scared for her fucking life.

She could've stole money,
James, skipped out of town.

She could be with
her fucking boyfriend
for the weekend, oblivious.

There's a million scenarios.
Who gives a fuck?

She's not with her boyfriend.

Fucking Ed's pounding
that pussy.

Trust me.

That doesn't fucking matter.

Listen, we need
to find this bitch ASAP

before the fucking cops do.

God forbid the cops
find her before we do.

She tells them
she didn't kill him,
someone else did,

they start looking around...

Maybe she knows
something we don't.

Point is,
she's a fucking liability now,

and that's a loose end.

And I like
my business clean.

No fucking loose ends.

But if we get
to her first...

Come on.

Then we pin it all on her.

We fucking leave her
in a fucking motel somewhere.

A few bills on her,
a bullet in the head,

and a fucking note
explaining the trail of blood

and how everything
went wrong.

And I think we'd all be able
to sleep a lot better at night.

Don't you think so, Joey?

Joey Doyle?
I know I would.

I did my job already.

I'm not asking you.

I'm telling you.

Finish this shit.

Find this fucking cunt,
all right?

And our debt's clear.

If not,

then maybe I got
a couple more
loose ends to tie up.

Tell your mother I said
happy birthday, all right?

Let's get the fuck
out of here.

Are you
gonna talk to me?

Fuck.

I'm a prisoner in here,

and I'm dead out there.

Get up.

What?

I'm letting you go.

I should have never
brought you here.

Tell the cops whatever
you're gonna tell them.

Okay?

I'm sorry.

Say something.

Where are you hiding
that piece of shit?

Lee's gonna...

LAPD, don't move.

You're under arrest.

Drop the gun.

-What are they
talking about?
-Who gives a fuck?

At that hour, what could you
possibly be talking about?

What is wrong with you?

Whatever you have to say then,
you could wait for the morning.

Look,
I'm just saying,

it might be what you think
and it might not...

And it might not be,
exactly, but it might be.

And that's the problem.
Adam, what do you think?

Would you ever text
your best friend's girl
after 9:00 p.m.?

-Would you do that?
-No.

No, right, you wouldn't
'cause you have
fucking class.

You guys are
making 9:00 out

like it's midnight.
It's not even late.

No, the sun's down.
That's all that matters.

What did it say?

I don't read texts.
Okay? That's not what I do.

-But I do know...
-You need to chill
the fuck out.

What about you?
What do you think?

I don't know. Why don't you
just ask her about it?

-No, I can't do that.
-Why not?

Because then
she's gonna know
I looked at her texts,

-and I didn't look
at her texts.
-Yes, you did.

-But I didn't.
-Yes, you did.

But I didn't.

-My name is Douglas.
-Jenny.

It's very nice
to meet you, Jenny.

Watch what I do, man.

-This is Connor.
-Watch what I do.

Your friend here says that
you're tired of working
for the Stormtroopers

and you might like to come over
and work for the Rebel Alliance.

That's right.

You understand
undercover work
is not black and white

like some Disney movie?

We deal in shades of gray.

Do I look like
a Disney princess to you?

So, are you down?

When do we start?

Phone, wallet.

Name's Mia Rose.

Mia Rose?

Connor picked the name.

Dick.

Dude's name is Ed Terzian.

He's a councilman
screwing over one crook
to help another.

We need to know who.

Anything you need,
you go to Connor.

You gather your Intel,
go to Connor.

You find yourself in
a tough spot, go to Connor.

And if for some reason
you can't reach that hound dog,

you call me.

Got it?

Got it.

That's rule number two.

You know what
rule number one is?

Never break your cover,

no matter what.

Mia, never break
your cover.

Drop the fucking gun
right now
and turn around.

Drop it, Joey. Now.

Hands behind your head.

Hands behind your head!

Now with your left hand,

reach into your pocket
and grab your phone.

Do it!

Throw it toward me.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can be used against...

Shut the fuck up.

Doyle, tell me.
Should I shoot her?

Fucking cop.
Ain't that crazy?

So what are we
gonna do about this?

'Cause I don't really
feel comfortable

with you...
living anymore.

Yo, come on!

Get in the fucking car.

Fuck.
You're gonna die, man.

Your dad fucking told you,
you fucking moron!

♪ I want to be alone

Mom, come on, let's go.
Wake up.

- Let's go.
- What's wrong?

I'll tell you
on the car ride, all right?

What is going on, Joey?

Mom, come on,
pack your bag. Let's go.

What? I don't understand though.
Is everything okay?

-Where are the bags, Mom?
-Ahhh!

In the other drawer, that one.

♪ Alone

-What is going on?
-Just hold this.

Where is Mia?
I got it!

- Where's Mia?
- She's a cop, Mom.

- What?
- She's a fucking cop.

Oh, Jesus Christ.
I fucking knew it!

-Bitch!
-Ma, stop. Relax.

Go pack your bag.
Come on! Let's go!

Oh, Lord, have mercy.

♪ I want to be alone

I asked you not
to break my heart, Joey.

Didn't I ask you that?

You lied to me.

You want good advice?

Get out of town.

As fast as you can.

Look who I found, Pop.
Get the fuck in there.

Say hello to your
beautiful mama.

♪ In my hand
And just up the stair

♪ Past the eyes
Of those who care

♪ Who can never be

♪ Alone

♪ Changes that were
Not meant to be

You did the right thing, Joey.

♪ Through the hours
Of my memory

♪ Sing a song
Of love to me

♪ To say you must never

♪ Never, be alone

♪ The tears of the silent rain

♪ Seek shelter
On my broken pane

♪ And run away
But I remain

♪ To speak the words
That sing of alone

Where you going?

Just going to the car
to get something.

Joey.

Thank you.

♪ I want to be alone

You know
who I am? Hmm?

Hmm?

Looks like you don't.

Or do you?

Well, let me tell you
who I am.

I'm the big bad wolf.

And I'm gonna
blow your house down.

Can you hear me? Yeah.

Who's Doug?

Who's Doug, pretty girl?

Who's Doug?

Was Douglas
a fucking cop?

Yes.

Now, who else?
Anyone in here?

Who else in this
fucking organization?

Oh, shit.

You got a smoke?

Thank you.

-Seen the girl yet?
-Mmm-mmm.

You?

Heard she's cute.

-They, uh... yet?
-Mmm-mmm.

James said they want us
to push her off a bridge
or something.

Make it look
like a suicide.

We're gonna head out soon.

I'm gonna get back.

Keep that
fucking shotgun
to her head. Come on.

Hmm?

Pop.

Fuck!

Pop. Pop,
what'd you do?

Pop, what'd you do?

I love you. I love you.

-Don't die.
-Kill 'em.

Pop, don't die, Pop.

Go.

Pop, don't die.

Doyle!

Uh-oh.

You're the man, Doyle.

- Do you want
anything from inside?
- No.

I have plenty of snacks,
all right?

Try and keep the couple of
dollars we have in your pocket.

Ma, you sure
you don't want a coffee?

-No.
-All right.

Yes?

I just wanted to turn in
my report, sir.

That everything?

Everything.

You're not strong enough yet.

Who says I'm not?

Billy, you mustn't.
You'll hurt yourself.

Then why don't you quit
wrestling with me?