G.O.D. (2001) - full transcript

A lonely truck driver teams up with a retired security expert to derail a sophisticated white slave trafficking operation.

>> Excuse me,

you happen to have seen my wife?

>> Not sure.

What does she look like?

>> Bright eyes,

long hair, gorgeous.

>> Not a clue.

[soft music]

[radio announcer]

[dramatic intro music]

[birds chirping]

>> Your favorite breakfast.

Can I help you with anything?

>> No. It's a new shirt.

>> It's a new job.

>> Yeah, some kind of promotion.

>> I don't want to

hear you talking like that.

>> How can I not?

I'm going from

police sergeant in my country

to a security guard.

I feel I've failed you.

>> So who says you're

gonna do it for ever?

It's a new country, you've got

to start somewhere, right?

Isn't that right,

Sergeant Stanton?

>> Yes ma'am.

I'll make you proud of me.

>> Good.

Now move it out.

Lunch will be provided

at twelve hundred hours.

[dramatic music]

>> Let's both have a nice day.

>> You won't go too far.

>> Let the real cops

worry about it.

[dramatic music]

>> Don't do anything stupid.

>> Ray!

>> Ann, down!

>> Aaaaaaaargh!

Aaaaaaaargh!

[gun firing]

>> Ann, get down!

[automatic weapon firing]

>> Let's go!

[gun firing]

[automatic weapon firing]

>> Get in!

[gun firing]

[tires screeching]

>> Ann... Ann?

Oh my God.

Ann!

Help!

[dramatic music]

[people talking]

>> Is that your final decision?

>> Absolutely.

>> Very well.

[dramatic music]

I have to take your gun.

I couldn't do anything.

They'll keep the other

branches staffed by us

if we let you go.

But, you can

always depend

on my referral.

Take it.

I'm sorry.

[dramatic music]

>> The dreams have

come back clearer than ever.

If I could only connect

my head to a tape recorder,

I'd play it back

for them frame by frame

and show the bastards

you had nothing to do with it.

I don't care about the job.

I just don't want you feeling

guilty up there, alone,

thinking you

sidetracked me for life.

I'll be okay as long

as there is a road,

a package and a deadline

and I get to work alone.

I just hope I can

finish paying for the van.

[dramatic music]

>> Look...

I won't ask you

for much anymore.

I know you want out.

But I can't miss

a sale like that...

and Wayne,

he's drinking

way too much to be trusted.

So you make the delivery

and you get a quarter.

What do you say?

>> You know, um...

This last year's been

the first time I've been able to

walk around without

having to watch my back.

It feels good.

>> What about your bills?

You think of the money?

Art school all paid for.

What do you say?

>> I gotta to do it

on my own, brother.

I'm sorry.

>> Hey.

What did you think of

Linda's paintings?

>> They're not bad

for self-portraits.

>> Say hi to momma.

>> I will.

[upbeat music]

>> Lisa, you are

just a dream come true.

>> Wow! Could you tell

my hands were shaking?

>> I couldn't have,

mine were shaking too.

>> Yeah, the thrill of

working with a big star.

>> You do have beautiful eyes.

Look, there's

someone I want to call.

Someone I think you should meet.

[upbeat music]

Adrian Kaminsky,

art dealer.

Lisa Belmont aspiring model.

>> It's a pleasure.

>> It's very nice

to meet you too.

How did you get

over here so fast?

>> Well...

I have my gallery next door.

That's how I know Nigel.

>> Old friends?

>> Actually he,

photographs some of my works

and I let him

exhibit some of his.

>> Sounds pretty

self-sufficient.

>> Mm-hmm.

>> Why did he

want me to meet you?

Are you single?

>> No.

He wanted me to

meet you because he knew

I was looking for an assistant.

>> How do you know

I can do the job?

>> Well, I don't.

But Nigel told me

that you were

trying to get into

business school.

Sounds like brains

and looks in one package.

You see, I need that.

So what do you say?

>> I guess,

I mean, I'll give it a try.

>> Good.

Let's have a toast!

>> Here we go.

Some lovely orange juice.

>> To the future.

>> To people who take chances.

>> Sure.>> Hm-mmm.

[electric guitar playing]

[alarm clock beeping]

>> This is Guaranteed

Overnight Delivery.

How may I help you?

[saxophone playing]

>> I got me a Polish.

White skin, a little plump.

Lots of meat

to sink your teeth into.

Or I got the Italian.

Dark, thin, real hot stuff.

Good size buns on both of them.

Either way,

you won't be sorry.

>> Ah, Italian.

I said it before,

you're in the wrong business.

>> I shoulda been an actor.

>> Nope, a pimp.

[laughing]

>> Pimping's illegal.

>> Yeah, so is

slicing down the middle.

[laughing]

[saxophone playing]

>> Stop!

[dramatic music]

Stop!

[dramatic music]

>> What the fuck are you,

the local vigilante?

You get the fuck

out of my face

and I won't put

any holes into you.

>> Pellet gun.

>> Argh! Oh!

>> Get up!

Aha! What's this?

You're lucky.

Bullets on the other side,

you would

have been a dead man.

>> I need my ID!

[siren wailing]

>> The wind must have

taken some bills.

>> Ah, the wind's name

is Reggie.

He only does that

when he needs a fix.

>> I have a feeling

he's gonna drop the habit.

[saxophone playing]

[seagulls cawing]

[piano playing]

>> Uh-uh.

Not in the gallery please.

New art should not

smell like old smoke.

Adrian Kaminsky.

>> Ray Stanton, G.O.D.

I need this filled out please.

>> Okay.

How long have you

been in this business,

Mr. Stanton?

>> Two years.

>> Why do you concentrate on

hazardous material

and special items?

>> Background in security.

>> Okay.

Do you carry a gun?

>> Not anymore.

>> Seems like

a whole different field.

How come?

>> I wasn't very good at

small talk in the boardroom.

>> Anyway, Mr. Stanton,

what you're picking up

is not hazardous but it's

definitely a special item.

While things are

packed in certain ways

so they can

take abuse during travel,

but because of the insurance,

they cannot be opened,

except by, us,

the shipping agent,

or the client.

Here's five hundred.

You'll get the rest

upon delivery.

And Howard

will be expecting you.

>> Cash?

>> Yeah, cash.

>> Fragile, 150 pounds,

I'll need a hand lifting it.

>> Wayne.

[piano playing]

>> This is very urgent,

Mr. Stanton,

so no unnecessary stops

and no other deliveries.

That's why we are

paying you the big bucks.

>> Understood, sir.

>> All right, good luck.

>> Thanks.

[truck engine starting]

>> Well, should be there

near five thirty.

I would give him five and you

keep the rest until I see you.

Because I'm not

gonna pay a delivery man

as much as I would pay

my brother, come on.

Tony, it's gonna be fine,

just relax.

All right. Bye.

Howard says that it's risky

to use outside help.

What do you think?

>> He looked

professional to me.

>> It's true, you have

a thing about truckers.

>> So are you gonna

do it once we get paid?

>> Do what?

>> Get the new Jag.

Put the top down,

put me on top.

>> Hmm.

On the interstate?

>> Yeah... And doing eighty.

>> You know you're crazy.

You have a death wish lady,

you know that?

Fine.

But not in rush hour, Okay?

>> Okay.

[upbeat music]

[thumping]

[thumping]

[thumping]

[muffled screaming]

>> Why? Why? Why?

Aaaaaaaargh! Why?

>> Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Quiet!

I did not put you in there.

[melodious music]

Thank you. Cheque please.

>> So, I was supposed to be

some kind of artwork.

I knew it tasted funny.

>> What?

>> After we met,

Nigel served orange juice.

It tasted, funny.

>> So if they spiked it,

they got all the dosage wrong.

>> I didn't drink it all.

I poured it down the sink cause

I didn't want to ruin the mood.

This guy Adrian

had just offered me a job.

And then I felt tired,

like sick tired

and I sat down

on the couch for a second and

I woke up in the dark.

I have never been

so scared in my life.

>> Why would they do that?

>> Where are we?

>> A restaurant.

>> Like how far from the city?

>> Two hours north.

>> So as soon as we get

back we call the cops, right?

I mean, this bastard's going to

jail and I want my purse back.

>> I'm not going back right now.

>> What?

>> I have to deliver the trunk.

>> So you are one of them!

You were just curious what you

were carrying this time?

Look, if you think you can

put me back in that...

>> You're not going

to be in the trunk.

That's a butter knife.

>> So what am I supposed to do?

>> Call a cab,

call your mom.

Just don't call

the cops till after six.

>> Fine.

Excuse me!

>> Yes ma'am.

>> I was wondering if you

guys are going to the city.

I could use a lift.

>> Sure thing.

Truck's right over here.

>> Wasn't your boyfriend

gonna drive you?

>> He's not my boyfriend

and he's going the other way.

>> Well, let's go.

>> Right on up, honey.

>> I don't need your help.

Actually, I changed my mind.

>> What's wrong?

>> I changed my mind. Forget it!

>> Hey, we do you a favor,

you do us a favor.

Not to much to ask

for two hundred miles.

>> I said I'm not going!

>> It's all right.

We can exchange

favours right here.

>> Stop it!

>> She said stop it.

>> Get off of me!

>> That's a big nail clipper.

>> Go to hell!

Aah!

>> You broke my leg!

You broke my leg!

>> Aargh!

>> It's Howard.

Not bad.

She'll be here around six.

When are you guys

picking her up?

Great. Thanks.

[melodious music]

>> Why do you still

wanna deliver the trunk?

>> Because I need the money.

>> They're gonna open it.

They'll wait till I leave,

wouldn't you?

>> Why?

>> Because I'm not part of it!

>> You will be

if you take the money.

How much will you get?

>> Five.>> Five bucks!?

>> Five hundred upon delivery.

I've already got

five hundred on pick-up.

>> So one thousand.

That's it,

that's all I'm worth?

>> The people who bought you

are paying a lot more, I'm sure.

I've got to

hide you somewhere.

They expect me to be alone.

[truck beeping]

>> All right.

>> This came with it.

>> They said they'd use

a combination lock.

Thank you, Mr. Stanton.

>> You're welcome.

[saxophone playing]

>> It's over.

>> Sorry, I fell asleep.

It's so dark in there.

Did you get your money?

But they'll come after you.

They'll, they'll

come to your home.

>> I don't have one.

>> Where do you sleep?

>> Here.

>> This is all you've got.

That's why you

needed the money.

[phone ringing]

>> Kaminsky gallery.

>> I just paid

someone five hundred dollars,

for a tree stump!

>> What are you talking about?

>> Probably oak or chestnut.

How the fuck should I know?

>> Funny!

Where's the girl?

>> Don't you think if I knew

that, I'd be on my way there?

Hey, my ass is on the line, too.

>> So the lock

has been broken, right?

>> You're talking about

the combo lock?

>> Yes! There is only one!

>> What I got was a regular lock

and an envelope with a key.

>> All right now listen,

just keep the rest of the money

until I sort this out,

all right?

And try to find something

to say to the clients,

I don't know, anything.

>> You've reached Austin's

machine. You know what to do.

>> Hi, it's Adrian.

Listen, I hate to bother you

but something has come up.

I really need you.

I'll be in

the West End at seven.

Please, please be there. Thanks.

[dramatic music]

>> I heard you,

it gets worse.

>> What if it's not him?

>> Same name, same face,

background in security.

That's his wife we shot.

>> Fuck!

Do you think he knows?

>> No. That's the thing.

>> Good!

Let's keep it that way.

Don't even tell

Linda or Austin.

We'll get him long before

he knows who we are.

[dramatic music]

[seagulls squawking]

>> What is this?

>> I need to

withdraw some money.

>> There's no bank here.

>> Mine is.

>> What if someone found it?

>> The locals

think it's haunted.

It's safer than a bank.

>> I don't get it.

You live in a cube van,

you withdraw money

from a hole in the wall.

What are you running from?

>> Roots.

Why?

>> They've been cut before,

it hurts like hell.

[dramatic music]

>> So what are you guys doing,

planning a robbery or something?

>> She's gone!

>> What do you mean

she's "gone"?

>> She's fucking gone!

The guy took her out of the box,

put another lock,

and kept the money!

>> So he knew.

>> How could he fucking know?

I found the guy

in the yellow pages!

>> He couldn't have known.

>> Maybe the guy

was nosy or something

and wanted to take a look,

but who gives a shit?

The girl is gone!

>> What if they've

called the cops, Adrian?

>> They would have been

all over us by now.

>> You know, he's right.

Shit!

Maybe he was happy and he

kept the money or something.

But you know what we're

gonna do, we're gonna find her,

find him,

recover the money

and stop using the yellow pages.

>> I'll say,

[chuckling]

>> Damn it!

This is my fault!

I should have

driven that package.

>> Don't worry about it.

We're gonna catch this prick,

swat him like a fly.

You just be here for the ride.

[dramatic music]

>> Jesus! I thought

you left without me.

>> Not a chance, pal.

I need a guide

when I hit the tropics.

>> Man, it must be ages.

>> Trev, this is Lisa.

She's catching a ride to town.

>> Hi.>> Hi. Nice to meet you.

>> You too.

>> She needs a room

with a phone and a shower.

>> The phone lines

are busted ma'am.

The storm

knocked down the wires

and they're still trying to

fix them down the highway.

Actually, you just

missed a hell of a blackout.

>> It's okay,

no big deal.

>> You just make yourself

at home though, okay.

A couple of doors down.

>> Thank you.

>> Hey Donna,

look who's here.

>> Hello Raymond.

Long time no see.

>> Nice to see you too, Donna.

You look great.

[whispering]

You know, she didn't

know she was gonna go

for the whole day

and the evening,

do you have an old T-shirt

or something she could wear?

>> Just come on inside,

I'm sure we can do

much better than that.

T-shirts are for truckers.

Oh and you bums

wash your hands for dinner.

[dramatic music]

>> We got them!

Son of a bitch had lunch here,

with the girl.

Waitress said

they left in such a hurry

they almost ran

two truckers over.

What's wrong, buddy?

Ain't it the best news

all day, we got them!

Shove it down his throat

till he coughs up the money.

Then we can have some fun

with little Miss America.

>> Wayne, give me the gun.

Jesus Christ!

Wayne, you have

no idea what you're doing.

If the buyers had any idea

you were even

thinking about that girl,

they'd make

dog food out of you.

>> That art school of yours

didn't turn you into

some kind of sissy, did it?

>> Fuck it, I'm driving.

>> Oh, thanks.

You can tell

they're lonely, though.

I know more about Donna's niece

than I do about my own sister.

>> How old's your sister?

>> Adele just turned eighteen.

>> Are you close?

>> Yeah. She lives

with my grandma.

Not for long though,

she has her own room

and it's "off limits".

She's good.

Better in school

than I used to be.

Brrr... It's cold.

>> Take my jacket.

>> What?!

You have a gun?!

What do you have a gun for?

>> It's not real.

>> This isn't real?

>> No, it's a BB gun,

a plinker.

Compressed air...

>> Well, it can still

kill somebody, right?

>> Well, I don't know,

If you shoot them in

the eye or something.

>> What do you use it for?

God, it sure looks real.

It's great.

Where did you get it?

>> This, this guy gave it up.

>> Why?

>> He got into music.

>> Go show her the clothes.

Oh, don't get

soft on me, Trevor.

>> Jeez!>> What happened?

>> I thought it's gone away.

>> That's from

the truckers, right?>> Yeah.

>> It looks really bad.

What if it's broken?

>> No, it's just bruised.

>> From Trevor. He says

the ice is pointless without it.

>> He's right.

Ouch! Some more ice.

>> I want you to know

I don't normally hop into bed

with people I just met.

>> I want you to know

I don't normally fight

truckers over hitchhikers.

>> Really?

What do you do?

>> Run them over.

[dramatic music]

>> Shit! Where are we?

>> The guy's truck

is right there.

I'm gonna go in and see what

room he's in and see

if the girl's with him.

Why don't you stay here.

>> Whatever you say, man,

you're the boss.

>> I know that.

[dramatic music]

>> How can I help you?

>> Hey man, sorry to wake you.

My truck broke down

about a mile south,

so I figured I'd try

and catch some sleep

and fix it in the morning.

You got a room?

Is that Ray's truck out there?

>> Yeah, you know him?

>> No man, do I know God?

I used to work for the same guy

doing runs up North.

Is he still

the same quiet loner?

>> Not anymore.

The middle bungalow has just

become the honeymoon suite,

I tell you.

[pager beeping]

[pager beeping]

>> Ray, your pager.

>> Stay here,

don't open for anyone.

>> You know what I'm thinking?

It's dark along that road,

I should really

stay with the truck.

Company policy.

Tell that son of a bitch to drop

by and see me sometime

and tell me about her.

Yeah, yeah,

what's your name?

>> Peter,

sorry for the trouble.

>> Aah, no trouble.

[dramatic music]

>> Fucking shame.

What am I gonna tell my...

Aaargh!

>> Are you alone?>> Yeah.

>> Are you alone?

Hmm, finished it, eh?

If you shoot me,

you're gonna get your buddy too.

>> Funny thing is I don't

give a fuck about my buddy.

Now back it up, real slow.

Wayne, pick up the fucking

gun and handcuffs,

it's embarrassing.

[gun firing]

[car engine starting]

[knocking on door]>> Lisa! We can go now!

>> Ray... What's all

the noise about, man?

>> Oh! Some drunk kids

messing around the van.

They're gone now.

>> But... You guys

are going now?

What's... What's going on?

>> She's not feeling well...

[dramatic music]

[tires screeching]

>> Are you gonna tell me

why we're headed North?

>> To visit a friend.

>> We're chased by what seems

like some crazy nightmare

and you need to socialize?

>> He's an ex-cop.

He could help us.

>> I'm not gonna

waste your time or mine.

My buddy just got shot

by that guy with the cube.

Where did he leave and when?

>> Look, mister...

Guests only tell me

when they arrive.

They don't tell me

when they leave, I mean...

Even so, I couldn't tell you,

it's hotel policy.

>> This change your policy?

>> South.

They're going downtown.

Some emergency with the girl.

[gun firing]

>> My policy.

>> What happened back there?

Someone tried to

break into our room?

>> They came after us.

>> Who?

How?... How many?

>> Can you drive this thing?

>> No!

>> Then you're gonna

have to ask him.

>> Ask who? Ask what?

Holy shit!

We kidnapped somebody?

>> You have to find out

who he is and who's after us.

>> What if he won't tell me?

>> There are a pair of pliers

in the red box. Use them.

>> I, I can't torture someone.

>> We need to know

and we can't stop.

>> I'll torture him.

[dramatic music]

>> I've never done this before,

so I'm probably

not very good at it.

But I can't drive the truck

and he's gonna get real mad

if I don't find out

who you are...

And who else is after us.

Stop it!

I have to do this.

[muffled screaming]

I forgot about this.

>> Okay! Okay, I'll tell you.

Sweet God! I'll tell you!

Are you trying to kill me?

I'll tell you!

>> That's for scaring me half

to death in the motel room.

You'd better tell me who

you are and everything else.

>> Oh Jesus Christ.

>> His name is Austin Kaminsky.

He went out looking for us

with this other guy Wayne.

He was sent by his brother.

>> Adrian Kaminsky.

>> Right. Mr. art dealer.

>> Good!

>> What's good about it?

>> Well, it's only them,

at least for now.

>> They wanted

my eyes for transplants.

If they used only one,

I'd be put to work in a factory.

If they used both,

it would be

in a brothel for diplomats.

[phone ringing]

>> Yeah hi, hi boss.

Sorry to wake you.

[dramatic music]

>> Wayne.

You guys all right?

>> Yeah.

>> Did you find them?

>> Yeah. He had the girl.

>> Good.

So, bring her back

and get rid of his body.

>> They're gone.

He killed Austin.

>> What do you mean

killed Austin... How?

>> I don't know.

I was supposed to get

the gun and the cuffs and

and he did something, and...

and Austin's on the ground...

and... and now

they're all gone.

>> Okay, Wayne!

Wayne!

You're not drunk are you?

>> No.

>> Good!

So you're gonna drive

back right now and tell me

exactly what happened,

from the beginning, okay?

>> Okay.

[seagulls squawking]

[knocking on door]

[melodious music]

[knocking on door]

>> Get your hands up.

>> Eleven, twelve,

thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.

Not bad

for an old man.

>> Jesus, Raymond.

You trying to

get yourself killed?

>> Is that how you greet people?

>> Well...

Last time a cube van showed up

in this neighbourhood,

Ron over there had his

house completely emptied.

They even took

the TV antenna.

Good to see you though.

What are you doing here?

>> A friend needs advice.

>> The blonde in the van?

Is she hungry?

>> Always, why?

>> Well, the fridge is empty.

You're going to have to...

catch her dinner yourself.

[techno music]

>> Hi, Adele?

Lisa's sister?>> Yes?

>> Linda Phan

from Kaminsky Music.

Your sister's just made

the short list in auditions

for a rock video.

She asked us to get you

because she'll be a while

doing the test shoots.

>> She never told me.

>> Oh... She kept it

as a surprise.

>> And she wants me there?

>> As soon as possible.

>> Cool!

[techno music]

>> Hey!

Hey! Open up!

Jesus Christ!

Somebody, open up!

Come on!

>> Keep that up and I'll retape

your mouth myself.

>> I've gotta pee.

>> The key's

in the tool box... Christ!

[seagulls squawking]

>> You know,

before my wife divorced me,

all we ever did was

talk about the restaurant

we were gonna build out here.

Seafood, live music, the works.

Then she just left.

And I, let go.

You fight

to keep what's yours.

[dramatic music]

>> Thanks.

>> No problem.

>> So where are you taking me?

>> I don't know.

>> He doesn't say much, does he?

>> Neither should you.

Or he'll put

the tape back on your mouth.

>> I'll trade that for a few

more words with you.

>> I heard

all I needed last night.

>> Listen, that's

my brother's stuff.

>> Then why did you

have to be there?

>> Babysitting.

Wayne's big enough

to take orders,

but he's way too little

to follow through with them.

>> So he sent you both.

Kind of like...

The muscle and the brain?

>> I guess.

So how can you say

you're not part of it?

>> Look lady!

Have you ever wanted

something really bad,

but you just

seem to be a nickel short?

You know, the whole

world's riding on a fucking...

nickel and you just,

you have to stretch to get it.

[dramatic music]

>> Then... I tell them:

"You're in the middle

of a warehouse district...

blocks of noisy machinery

and not a damn residence,

and you're afraid...

of one little scream?

What's that gonna do?"

When I was eight

and I screamed every night,

they didn't hear me

down the hall.

Assholes!

Men are pigs,

don't you think?

It's nice that you have

a sister who loves you.

I don't think mine did.

She always played

with boys if she had a choice.

I think women should stick

together more, don't you?

You know, you're even

prettier than your sister.

And I'll make you a promise

that I won't

let them hurt you.

Mind if I seal it

with a kiss?

>> Whatever you

guys were talking about,

I want you to

know what's happening.

You see, your sister

is a part of this agreement

which we paid her some money

against future work, right?

But she's gone...

and she didn't do her part.

So we need you to help us talk

to her when she gets back.

Are you agreed with that?

>> Yes.

>> Good.

I'm sorry about my secretary.

Sometimes she goes too far

on her lunch break.

[dramatic music]

>> Don't ever, ever touch

the merchandise again!

>> What do you care?

They won't remember a thing.

>> I'm trying

to be a professional.

You want to stay

the same wondering whore?

>> Fuck you, Adrian!

>> Oh, obviously

with what I've seen

I'm not the first choice, am I?

I've never stopped you

from anything.

But please,

don't touch the merchandise.

>> The buyers are my contacts.

>> We've gotta

get the both sisters.

Just think of the cash.

>> And the Jag?

>> Uh-huh!

Are you interested?

Hmm?

[soulful music]

>> Music sounds good up here.

>> Do you miss the city?

>> Nah, I got

everything I need.

>> Do you always

catch your dinner?

>> Never.

>> So this is your first one?

>> No. They, they always

have them here.

>> What is he talking about?

>> The market down the road.

>> That's it. I'm leaving.

Just kidding.

>> Hey! I know that jacket.

Jesus, Raymond.

That was years ago.

>> Well, the jacket

and the flashlight

are the only two

things I kept since the bank.

>> Well, why don't I

throw these into the sink.

>> I'm not done.

>> Okay. You guys

take your time.

I'll bring back dessert.

[soulful music]

>> What did you mean

"after the bank"?

>> My wife got killed

in a bank robbery.

Things kind of

changed since.

>> I'm sorry.

Were you there?

>> Yeah.

[dramatic music]

All right!

My private reserve.

Don't anybody dare say no.

Ladies first.

>> Thank you.

>> You bet.

>> That's enough.

>> A toast to... old friends.

>> To new friends.

Was he always this tough?

>> Ray?

He used to practice

staring in the mirror.

>> Practice what?

>> Looking tough.

They said,

it's all in the attitude.

>> Did it work?

>> Yeah, no mirror

gave me trouble since.

>> You guys

make me miss my family.

Let me go call my sister.

[men grunting]

>> Gentlemen!

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen!

You were referred to us

because you are professionals,

and very well

respected in your field.

Your skills,

however, are needed

for exactly the opposite

of what you're used to.

We're going to keep

someone alive and safe.

Her name's Adele,

she's eighteen,

and she's very scared.

Now, some people are after her

and tomorrow at twelve

I'm going to help her

leave the country

for a quieter place

and a better future.

Your job,

is to guarantee that,

until then, she's safe.

Short of an act of God,

nobody and I mean nobody,

can come near her.

Not even

angels in her dreams.

Understood?

Now, show me your hardware

and we'll work out your spots.

[dramatic music]

>> What about me?

>> Who's that?

>> I hired her.

>> She's gone!

She didn't get home today,

Grandma thought

she was with me!

>> How would they know

about your sister

if she wasn't living with you?

>> I told the photographer

all about her.

How pretty she is,

how she'd be

really good at it too.

It's all my fault.

>> Let's call the cops.

>> No.

>> What do you mean, no?

They could ship her out too.

We gotta hurry.

>> They're holding

her for ransom.

>> I'm going to the gallery.

>> She's not at the gallery!

>> What did we agree on?

>> She's not at the gallery.

He's not that stupid.

He has a warehouse

in the West End.

>> Wait Ray.

Why should we believe

anything you say?

>> Because I'm not

going to jail.

Adrian is.

I, I wanted no part of this.

>> Unfortunately you

are part of it!

He's wasting our time.

>> No he's not!

>> How do you know?

>> He went for a pee,

but he came back.

>> Well... you are

either brilliant

or you're completely fucked up.

How do we get

to the warehouse?

>> We?

>> Well, you can't do this

with just his help.

>> What do we have?

>> 508 transceivers,

your C2 MagLight,

8-22 binoculars

and the shotgun.

>> Kinda thin.

>> Well, I'm retired.

Anyhow, we're not

trying to start a war.

Thing's are bound to break

wide open anyhow.

Thing's are bound to break

wide open anyhow.

[dramatic music]

>> Okay.

Remember, no microphone.

Earphone picks up

bone vibration,

so you can't whisper.

But you got both hands free.

Take it.

>> No.

Got this.

>> You didn't tell me.

>> I didn't feel like a speech

about firearm safety.

>> Huh!

How about this?

>> A flashlight I could use.

>> Ray...

Do it, so we can have a nice,

quiet lunch after. Okay?

[dramatic music]

>> It's a no smoking area.

Ray?

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music]

>> Freeze!

Who are you?

>> What seems to be the problem?

Don't you like my work?

>> Enough playing.

Goodnight.

[dramatic music]

>> Ray...

Big guy,

six foot three, heavy built

just turned into the alley.

Ray!

Ah, damn!

You wait fifteen minutes

and if we're not back,

call the cops.

[dramatic music]

>> Hands up!

And definitely

away from the case.

>> I call it "spray and pray".

>> Navy SEAL talk.

>> We all have our baggage.

You must be pretty good too,

if you got past the others.

However, they're just

migrant workers, journeymen.

You see,

I make a living at this.

A very good one,

all the toys.

But I also feel that

technology is highly overrated.

Impersonal.

I left when they

gave us tracking devices

because I hate bosses over my

shoulder or clipped on my belt.

Men of our caliber

can do without bullets.

[dramatic music]

You afraid of the dark?

>> Only of those in it.

>> Not me, man.

[dramatic music]

[gun firing]>> Aah!

[gun firing]

[dramatic music]

>> Aargh!

[gun firing]>> Aah!

>> God damn it, Ray!

Can you hear me?

>> Loud and clear.

>> Jesus, where were you?

>> Taking out the garbage.

>> Big guy just walked in.

Could it be Wayne?

>> What's he look like?

>> Six three, dark hair,

average mountain size.

>> That's him.

>> Must be on top of you by now.

>> I haven't seen anyone yet.

[dramatic music]

>> Too bad you're not staying.

You'd have had company.

>> Shit!

>> What's happening, Lisa?

>> This sports car just went in.

>> That's Adrian's.

>> Oh shit, they didn't

tell me what to do for that.

I'm gonna call the cops now.

>> No, no, no.

They said wait fifteen minutes.

>> And then what?

>> Lisa, you've gotta

let me go in there.

>> You're crazy!

I can't do that!

>> My brother's never done

anything stupid before,

but with your sister, he's gone

way overboard with this one.

Let me go in there.

I can talk to him.

I can talk sense into him.

I can stop this

from happening, Lisa.

>> Forget it!

Just forget it!

>> I shouldn't even talk to you

until my boss gets here.

But there's one little detail

I'm sure he wouldn't care about.

My mickey!

That was a silver-plated,

monogrammed gift,

you stupid son of a bitch!

When this is over,

I'll personally make sure

you join your wife.

>> What about my wife?

>> Nothing.

We'll just finish

what we started.

>> You son of a...

>> Shitheads...

Now you're lopsided.

Gotta fix ya.

>> Don't bother!

Face down on the ground!

Do it!

Spread em wide.

>> Gun on the left side.

>> Well, well, well!

A houseful of guests.

Well obviously,

you know the routine,

so you and Wayne

are going to trade places.

Thank you.

Do it!

>> Maybe they're

FBI or something.

>> Nah, they would

be all over us by now,

but we should be careful.

Linda! Take Adele

to the other room.

I wanna thank you for getting

rid of the other guys outside.

See, I didn't pay them yet,

which is good

considering the incompetence.

I'll start with you for your

lack of professionalism.

Wayne has his own reasons.

>> Who shot her?

>> Beg your pardon?

>> My wife.

>> Ah... Your wife.

Wayne has a big mouth,

doesn't he? Hmm?

Well, doesn't matter.

Well, I'll apologize

if it makes any difference,

but I doubt it, right?

But I'm the one

asking the questions now.

So where is Austin's body?

Okay.

It's a funny thing, but Wayne

has a thing about chains

and I suggest

you don't encourage it,

but then it's really up to you.

So what do you say?

Where is Austin's body?

Okay.

>> Aah! Oh!

>> Mr. Stanton.

I don't have much time.

Whatever you're gonna say

has to be confirmed

with your colleague here.

So...

Okay Wayne, the other knee.

>> Don't!

>> You said he was dead!

>> How would he know?

From a rearview mirror?

>> You fucked up, man!

>> Shut up, Wayne.

You both fucked up.

Oh, now,

what's up with the gun?

Where's your girl?

>> The girl's with me.

It's over.

Adrian, you have gone too far.

Take a look around man.

People are dead!

>> Come on man.

We're brothers.

We're supposed to be close.

>> That's close enough.

>> You're not gonna

shoot your brother.

>> No, but I can stop him.

[gun firing]>> Aah!

[gun firing]

>> That was my brother!

[gun firing]

>> Way to go, Adrian.

>> Things got

a little bit out of hand.

>> The hell with you!

It was supposed to be

simple and clean fun!

>> It still can be.

Just drive to the airport.

Our client

is landing at seven.

All we need...

is a good delivery.

>> The clients are mine.

It's my delivery,

and I don't like

being pulled by the hair.

[gun firing]>> Aah!

>> What about us?

>> Let her go!

>> Oh, the lost

and found merchandise.

You're late.

We got a replacement.

>> Not if I can help it.

[gun firing]>> Aah!

>> Get the handcuff keys.

Where are the others?

>> Dead.

>> Ray and Norm are dead?

>> No, no, just Wayne

and the last one.

Adrian was just bleeding.

>> You stay right here, okay?

[dramatic music]

>> Oh my God.

Ray.

>> Thank you.

[gun firing]

>> Linda's got your sister.

>> Not anymore.

>> What do you mean?

>> She took

the BB gun for a toy.

[laughing]

Oh, Ray.

[dramatic music]

>> Freeze, asshole!

Adele, run away!

>> Mr. Stanton.

Agent Rittman, FBI.

>> Yeah and I'm the pizza guy.

>> No Ray,

that badge does look real.

I think I know the name too.

>> Why should I believe him?

You worked with them.

>> Against them.

You've heard of undercover.

>> You paid me client money.

>> Agency funds.

There weren't

any clients this time.

>> How come you're so late?

>> We thought

you were one of them.

Had to leave you alone

so we round you up together.

But you're hard

to keep up with.

>> Do I have to

return the money.

>> It's complicated,

but I can work on it.

So what happened here?

>> It's complicated,

but you can work on it.

>> Textbook first aid.

So, what next?

>> I need a job.

>> I think I'll sell the van.

>> Don't. That's your home.

Maybe I'll come

visit you sometime.

>> Sure, my doors are open.

[police sirens wailing]

[dramatic music]