Last Call (1999) - full transcript
Frank and Jonas, a pair of dimwitted thugs, are in deep to a local mafia loan shark. In need of a big score, they decide to knock over an after-hours bar. Little do they know that the bar is run by the loan shark's daughter.
[ominous music plays]
[door creaks]
Shh.
[indistinct shouting]
[baby crying]
If you help me rake the yard,
we get to watch a video after dinner.
- Any video? - Any video.
Yay!
Good, alright. We’ll do that later.
Jimmy hurt his knee in the fort.
- I’m going to get him a Band-Aid. - Oh, thank you, Sister Jean.
Hello, Sister Mary. Sorry to bother you again.
Sister Mary: I got some money for the payment,
and I’ll be in with it tomorrow morning.
It’s already been paid off.
What’re you talking about?
Oh, the two young men that used to live here came in.
Their names were Frank and Jonas.
Jonas: Hey, Frank, I think I’ve figured out
why the whole OJ thing happened.
Frank: What the fuck are you talking about?
Jonas: Mickey D’s did it.
They backed the whole thing.
You know what kinda publicity they got
out of having OJ admit he slammed back a burger
just before he killed his wife and her lover?
They made the payment for me?
No, no, no. They paid the whole loan off.
But I’ll still need you to come in tomorrow to sign off on it.
Yeah, alright. Uh...
Jonas: Remember how they screwed everyone over
when they came out with their pizza?
All those ads?
"It’s coming!"
Half the fucking country was watching TV that day
just to see what it was.
It turned out to be pizza, Frank.
They totally made fun of the situation.
Frank: Spending a lot of money on TV commercials,
and using a murder as a marketing device
are two totally different things, alright?
Jonas: I-- I know they are! Check out this theory.
Let’s say OJ, being a superstar athlete,
and doing endorsements,
must’ve gotten to know some big execs at Mickey D’s.
- Pretty good? - Frank: So what?
Jonas: So maybe he’s buddies with the guys at Mickey D’s
and tells ’em about his marital problems.
They come up with the idea of murder.
Frank: You’ve lost your fucking mind.
I don’t get it. What was left on the loan?
Just shy of $10,000.
These boys must really like you.
Jonas: So Mickey D’s spends $50 mill!
And gets $200 mill with their promo.
That’s fuckin' power!
Frank: You’re really fucked.
Okay, okay, look. This is the place, alright. You got your toy gun?
Jonas: Yeah, hold on.
Ah, shit!
Frank: Stop fucking around!
Jonas: Alright, I’m sorry. It was an accident.
Frank: Alright, look. We’re in, we're out. It’s over.
Let’s go.
Hey, can I get change for a dollar, please?
You guys are driving me crazy.
You come in here, don’t buy anything.
Yes, I give you change for a dollar.
- Give me the money! - Ah! No! Please don’t shoot me!
- The money! - No! No! Please!
[crying, babbling]
Please don’t hurt me! I have family!
Here! You take the money!
No! Go away!
Just go away! Oh!
[shrieking]
Go away! Go away!
[crying, blubbering]
There was only $350 there.
That’s not very much!
No.
Or maybe we went too early in the day.
You know, there’s probably a lot more cash
at the end of the fucking day.
I don’t know, Frank, man. I’m feeling guilty.
Yeah.
That guy was pretty scared.
It’s like he was traumatized, you know?
I’m really sorry for that guy, man.
No, forget that.
You know, we didn’t ruin that guy’s life.
It’s just half a day's business for him, man.
He’ll recover.
You know, it’s not our fault the fucking guy’s neurotic.
Yeah, that’s true.
Worry about us, you know?
We still don’t have the money to pay back Fellini.
I mean, we could roll 20 stores just like that,
and still have nothing.
Yeah.
No, we gotta find a place with way more cash.
Like a bank, man.
No.
Banks are way too risky, man.
We gotta find something that’s...
like, less conventional.
Like-- like a restaurant,
or-- or a bar.
Nightclub. Like-- like something like that.
Well, we gotta find the right place now.
Yeah.
At least we got enough money to buy real guns this time.
Waitress: What can I getcha?
Coffee? Couple of coffees.
Do you want a roll with that?
No. Just-- just the coffees.
Frank.
Frank!
I found the perfect place, man.
Yeah, where’s that?
Fuck! My wrist is killing me, man.
Did you know I got cuffed last night?
What? By some chick?
No. By the cops, man.
What the fuck you talking about?
Frank: I was driving home late last night, right?
I run out of cigarettes,
so I pull in this 24-hour supermarket
and buy a pack of cigarettes.
Easy enough, right?
You notice anything strange about that car?
What?
[indistinct police radio chatter]
The license stickers have expired.
Oh.
You know you gotta start paying attention to what’s going on.
Because if you don’t...
it’s gonna end up catching up to you.
And then what’s gonna happen,
your partner here’s gonna take it up the ass.
Hey! I said I’m sorry, alright?
Oh.
Well, do me a favor.
At least call it in.
This is PC 3-3-3-8.
This cop must’ve followed me on the road.
Saw my sticker on my license plate
and thought it was expired.
Anyway, I come out of the supermarket...
this guy’s leaning on my car.
Leaning on my car!
Hey, pal, come here. I want to speak to you for a second.
So I ignore him, right? I’m thinking...
It’s late at night. Dangerous neighborhood.
Turns out the guy’s an undercover cop.
Hey, jack-off! I said I wanted to speak to you.
Officer down! Officer down!
Well, what’d you do?
I broke his nose...
then I laid the boots to him.
[cop screaming]
[both laughing]
Freeze, asshole!
Freeze!
Get your hands up where I can see them!
You just assaulted an officer of the law.
- What? - Freeze!
Holy fuck.
[laughing]
Holy shit.
Yeah.
So, what? Did they charge you?
- You son of a bitch! - Ow! What?
He never told me he was a cop.
- Shut up! - He never said nothing.
[screams] Easy with the cuffs!
- They’re kinda tight. - Shut up!
Stupid ass doesn’t even identify himself as a cop.
He says to me, "Hey, pal.
I wanna talk to you a minute."
They still threw me in a cruiser for three fucking hours
with these cuffs on that’re super tight.
[laughing]
Stupid fucking cop.
Let me describe it to you first.
Describe what?
The place we’re gonna rob, Frank. Come on, man.
Oh, yeah.
Okay. Anyway.
It’s this little club, man.
It’s really busy on the weekends.
So what?
What do you mean "so what?"
I said it’s busy on the weekend.
I mean, like line-ups and shit.
Big deal.
Okay, listen.
There’s nobody else on the street, man.
I mean, there’s a condo building on one side,
The other side from-- like, diagonally across?
That’s, like, a car dealership.
After last call, it’s like a fucking ghost town, Frank.
This place, okay?
Here’s the best part though.
Okay, the staff are still in there counting the cash, bro.
There’s nobody else around.
Hmm.
That sounds pretty good.
Of course it’s good.
Well, Saturday night.
Why don’t we go there tonight and check out the place?
Lead the way, Jonas.
Lead the way.
These are the reservations for tonight.
I made copies for the bartenders and the door staff.
Great.
Is the top area roped off yet?
I’ll do that when I go out next.
What’s up?
I just wanted to get some feedback from you
on how I’m doing here.
You’re doing fine.
I don’t want the fact that my father owns this place
to hold you back from any...
criticism that you wanna give me.
I know he can be intimidating.
[sighs] Look.
I think I have a good working relationship with your father.
More importantly, business comes first here.
If there was a problem, I’d let you know.
You’re doing a great job.
You’re a good worker.
Thank you.
[keys jingle]
[door closes]
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[balls clacking]
♪ ♪
[glasses clinking]
[no audible dialogue]
[no audible dialogue]
♪ ♪
This is a gold mine.
What?
This is my section. What can I get ya?
Scotch.
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[crickets chirping]
See, look.
It’s clearing out fast.
There’s nobody left...
except a couple workers, what, and a manager.
This could be the place.
[indistinct chatter]
Frank: Holy shit. Look!
The guy’s just walking out. He’s got a money box.
Look! Right out in the open.
Like nobody’s around.
I told ya!
This is the place, man.
This is the place, for sure.
What the fuck are you doing?
I’m making notes, man. I’m making a plan, right?
Didn’t you ever see Casino?
Yeah. So, what?
No notes. It’s a clue.
We just talk.
You know, we shouldn’t even use our real names when we talk to each other.
I’ll be Mr. Orange, you be Mr. Pink.
We already know each other’s real names.
I’ve known you since I was 12 years old.
The whole reason they used fake names in Reservoir Dogs
was to protect their identities...
from each other.
So, what’s the plan?
It seems pretty simple, really.
Tomorrow we buy the guns.
Next Saturday at 3:00 a.m. we go in there and rob that place.
You got any beers left or what?
♪ ♪
Golden Horseshoe is definitely where the money is tomorrow.
What the fuck are you talking about?
The horse hurt his fucking muscle
or pulled a hind leg or something.
Who told you this?
Fucking Paulie did.
He saw the fucking horse himself.
Man, I don’t need to hear this.
You could check it out for yourself.
But the thing is, I don’t know if Paulie
had enough time to set anything else up,
being short notice and all.
Hi, Daddy.
Hi, princess.
Hi, Stewart.
Hi, Mr. Fellini, Mr. Brascoe.
- Nice to see you again, Marie. - Nice to see you.
How’d the club do this weekend, Stewart?
It was good, Mr. Fellini.
And how’s my little princess working out as a manager?
She’s doing great, sir.
She’s catching on really quick.
I’m learning so much, Daddy.
I really like this kind of work.
I’m glad, honey.
You know, we’re very proud of you.
Yeah, real proud.
With people like Marie on board,
the 128 can become...
like Planet Hollywood.
You know, Stewart,
I run a very respectable joint.
Are people treating her with respect there?
Yes, sir.
You’re gonna be running the place soon, Marie.
[laughing]
Honey, you-- you want an espresso?
Oh, no, Daddy, we’ve got to go.
I’ve got to place my orders in for tonight.
See what a hard worker she is?
Well, like I said, she’s gonna be running the joint soon.
[laughing]
[clears throat]
Listen, uh,
I gotta go take care of something.
You need a hand with anything?
No.
Just gotta see a couple of punks.
You sure man? ’Cause you know,
I know you got this cash flow problem
and I was wondering if you know--
Well, I can take care of it.
Hey, we’ve been together a long time.
I don’t mind helping out whatsoever.
I gotta go.
Listen, um...
I don’t want to sound out of line here or nothing,
but you got to ease up on the gambling.
Don’t take this the wrong way or nothing.
I just don’t want to see you get all fucked up, you know?
Yeah, well, I appreciate the concern.
Now, fuck off.
♪ ♪
Hey, mister. You got any money?
Yeah! What’s it to ya?
Come here, you snot-nosed punk.
You want money from me,
you got to earn it.
Carry this.
Hey, this bag’s heavy. What’s in it?
Hey, what’s with the work ethics of today’s youth?
I’m paying you to do a job, you just do it.
- All right, he’s coming up. - He’s coming up now?
Yeah, just be cool.
All right, this guy’s the real thing. He doesn’t fuck around,
so just let me do the talking.
Don’t ever let me catch you begging again.
Well, what am I supposed to do, mister?
Hustle! What do you want to be,
a bum, like everybody else in this fucking neighborhood?
- You know who I am? - Yeah.
Yeah, well, come around the club house.
Maybe we’ll get you to do a little dusting or something.
Who knows? Fuck.
Thanks, mister.
Let me do the talking, all right?
Well, I’m nervous, man.
Don’t be.
Just be cool.
[knocking]
Get the fucking door, man. That’s him!
Come on!
[mutters] Jesus Christ.
How you doing?
How you doing?
Is he cool?
Oh, yeah, yeah, this is Jonas. He’s, uh--
This is his place. He’s really cool, yeah.
Hey, Jonas, that’s nice.
Move the fucking lamp.
Oh, yeah, sure.
So, here’s what you wanted.
A couple of semis.
A couple of hundred rounds.
A couple hundred rounds?
We need that much, Frank?
It’s perfect.
We’ll take it now.
So, uh, you know how to use one of these?
Yeah, sure. Who doesn’t?
Load it.
Okay, okay. [sighs]
A little handgun 101, boys.
This button...
releases the clip.
This...
cocks the gun.
And remember...
when you release a clip,
there’s always a bullet in there.
That’s how accidents happen.
Thanks for the tip.
Man: So, uh...
what do a couple of stiffs like you two
need guns for?
Oh, you know, protection, man.
Yeah, right.
Well, take care, fellas,
’cause these ain't toys.
Wouldn’t want to read about you in the papers.
You know what? Actually...
I know a guy who might be interested in acquiring a few.
For protection.
Yeah? Who might that be?
Yeah, Jonas, who’s that?
Well, there’s--
there’s this guy,
he owns a store down at Dupont and Heron.
Dupont and Heron?
Yeah? You see. You know the one.
Yeah. Yeah, I know the guy.
Well, he just got robbed the other day.
He seemed pretty scared.
Yeah. Pretty scared, huh?
Jonas: As a matter of fact,
I think, you know, a really nice guy like you
could fix him up with a piece.
- [sighs] - You know, for protection.
I got something that might just do the trick.
12 gauge shotgun, sawed off.
Blow his fucking head right off.
Yeah, well, see, well, check it out then.
Yeah.
Well, here-- here, it’s all there.
That’s all the money, it’s all there.
Thank you.
[door creaks open]
[door closes]
[sighs]
What the fuck was that all about?
What?
I told you, I feel guilty.
Now I feel better.
♪ ♪
That was a fucking schmuck you sent me to, man.
Lose a fucking hundred bucks on that soccer game, man.
Poor baby.
Fuck, every time I go to a bookie, man, you set me up like this.
A hundred fucking bucks, man.
Hey, hey, hey. What can I do for you guys?
Oh, we’re here to see Mr. Fellini.
And who the fuck are you?
You can tell him it’s Jonas and Frank.
We’ve been doing business with him already.
All right, you guys wait here.
Okay, you guys follow me.
I took care of that thing for you, sir.
What can I do for you boys?
Mr. Fellini, I know our loan is due in a couple of days.
I was wondering if I could be bold enough to ask for a little extension.
I believed you,
when you came to me and asked me for a favor,
that I would be repaid by a certain date.
That obviously isn’t gonna happen.
But what I ask myself, is,
why should I believe you now?
Because if I don’t have the money,
you can do whatever you want to me.
We both know that.
- I mean, Mr.-- - [items clatter on table]
Mr. Fellini,
we needed the money for a noble cause.
We really need your help.
I mean, we can pay you back at a premium, if necessary.
Fellini: I did help.
I lent you the money.
Now you wanna fuck me.
[phone rings]
Yeah.
I understand.
All right.
[whispering]
Gentlemen, I got more important things to deal with.
Thank you, Mr. Fellini.
[groans]
You got a week’s time to pay.
Or you’re fucking dead!
You make me sick!
Get the fuck out of my sight!
- What a bunch of pricks, man. - Yeah. No kidding!
He’s got all this cash he’ll never spend, Frank.
I mean, three blocks away you got kids,
you know, people sleeping in the street.
Now, you see, we gotta rob that joint.
We don’t pay these guys back, they’ll fucking kill us!
Yeah, I guess we have no choice, do we?
Hey, fellas, hold on.
Hey, guys, I just wanna talk to you for a minute.
I just wanna talk to you guys
about being late with the money and all that shit.
We’re really sorry about that, Mr. Brascoe--
Yeah, I know,
but there may be a way of getting some leniency.
What do you mean? Mr. Fellini was pretty mad.
How do I put this, um...
Do you guys have girlfriends?
Be honest, it’s okay.
- No. - No.
So, you know then... [laughs]
sometimes you gotta...
[chuckling] ...right?
- Yeah, I guess so. - I guess so.
Sometimes you get a pain right down here.
Let’s face it, jerking off just ain’t enough.
You got what they call blue balls.
And you gotta do something, you know?
Like back in Sicily in the old days.
What do you mean?
I mean, growing up in the fucking hills,
there aren’t that many girls around,
and the ones that are around, if you fuck ’em,
you gotta marry ’em or you’re dead.
So, the only way around this is...
the boys have to do each other once in a while, you know?
It’s all right to blow each other,
or to bum-fuck.
Or to give each other hand-jobs, right?
It’s all right.
Right?!
- Yeah, yeah, sure. - Yeah, yeah, it’s okay.
Jonas: Sure, yeah.
So, all I’m saying is,
if you guys are a little late with the money,
well, maybe we can work something out, just amongst the four of us.
You know, just the boys.
Take care, fellas.
[chuckles]
[spits]
You wouldn’t do that, would you, Frank?
You know, like bum-fucking? That sort of thing?
- Fuck no, man. - Neither would I.
You don’t think they really would do that though, do you?
Maybe it’s a mafia thing, you know?
I mean, it is a secret society.
It’s all guys.
I’m sure The Godfather didn’t reveal everything about the mob.
Yeah, I never thought of it that way before.
Actually, that could be true, ’cause they're always
hugging and kissing and all that stuff.
Think about this,
if we don’t get them their money, they’re gonna fuck us up the ass
before they kill us.
We gotta get that money, man.
Yeah, we gotta get the money.
♪ ♪
Okay, motherfucker, give it to me!
What did you say? Who am I--
[chuckles] Who am I?
Never you mind, ass hole!
Fuck!
[laughing]
Fuck!
Okay, motherfucker, what did you say?
Who am I?
[laughs]
Nevermind, you fucking asshole!
Give it to me! Right now!
I don’t give a fuck!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
What’s up, Frank?
Not too much.
Uh, you know what?
I need to talk to you about all this.
Sure, let’s go.
♪ ♪
Jonas: Can I be honest with you, Frank?
I hope so, after all these years.
[sighs] I’m nervous about Saturday night, man.
I don’t know if I can handle it, like--
Hey, I’m nervous too, man.
It’s not every day I go and rob a bar, you know what I mean?
I know what, but...
man, I’m telling you, I got a bad feeling about it.
Hey, do you think it was wrong to take the money from Fellini...
- to give to Sister Mary? - No!
- Huh? - No, but--
All right, well, if it wasn’t for her,
we’d either be dead or living on the street right now.
Come on, Frank.
Look, I’m sorry, all right?
Just look at this like a Robin Hood thing.
That’s what this is really all about here.
Robin Hood?
Yeah.
Yeah, like Robin Hood.
Hey, let’s go see her right now.
- Who? - Sister Mary. Come on.
All right?
♪ ♪
Can I help you, sir?
I think I got what you need.
What are you talking about?
Small 12-gauge.
No! No! I don’t want that, please.
- I don’t like guns. - What?
Are you into getting robbed?
You did get robbed, right?
Oh, yes! Yes, I did.
Okay, well, don’t stress out over it.
Let me show you how it works.
Couple of shells in there,
- cock her back... - Oh!
...and blow their fucking heads right off.
[panting]
Ah.
[chuckles]
Yes. Yes.
Yes.
Okay.
♪ ♪
Thanks for coming to the bank with me, guys.
I really appreciate it.
How’d it go in there?
Well. Very, very well.
How about going back to the house for a cup of tea,
and to catch up? Frank?
There’s that fucking hypocrite!
Sister Mary: Frank! Frank, don’t!
Jonas: Frank!
- You remember me? - Take it easy.
- I’ll fucking kill you! - Take it easy!
You’re gonna pay! You’re gonna pay!
You’re gonna pay! You wait and see!
I’ll get you for this!
You’re fucking dead!
[no distinguishable dialog]
♪ ♪
[Frank whispers] She’s coming.
So, what the hell was that all about, eh?
Eh?
You hit a priest in public?
You know better.
He’s a prick and he got what he deserved
- for having you kicked out. - No, no, no, Frank.
He did not have me kicked out and you know it!
Anyway, I thought you weren’t acting that way anymore.
Beating him up is not gonna help, is it?
I’m sorry.
I feel responsible, you know?
You made a stand for us. I just wanna get even with him, that’s all.
You’re scaring the hell out of me, Frank.
This is not the way I tried to teach you!
[sighs]
It won’t happen again, all right?
I promise.
How’d it go at the bank, anyway?
Well, that money definitely kept the wolves at bay.
Is there anything else we can do?
Yes.
That’s an awful lot of money you gave us,
and I’m very concerned as to where you got it.
Will either one of you please tell me,
where did you get all this money?
You know, you and this place saved our lives.
We’ll never be able to repay you
for all the things you did for us.
Now that there’s people out on the street,
there’s people all messed up out there,
I’m not gonna sit back and let some...
bank loan threaten this place, or whatever the hell--
No, no-- I’ve got-- I’m meeting with a government agency next week
for some additional assistance.
Great!
Yeah?
I’m so worried about you guys.
I should never have gotten you involved in my problems.
You’ve both got problems of your own.
Frank: Don’t say that.
You were always there for us.
We want to be there for you, okay?
Okay.
You all right, Frank?
Yeah, I’m fine.
You’ve been seeing Dr. Shapiro?
No, I don’t need to see him.
I’m fine.
Has he seen his brother, Jonas?
No! I’m his brother.
Hey, what happened to the rosary I gave you.
I got it here in my pocket.
Sister Mary: Pocket?
It’s broken.
Yeah, I know.
How’d you break it?
It just-- just got caught on-- I don’t know.
It just--
just broke.
Well...
you should get it fixed.
I’m gonna try to fix it myself.
It’s all right
to need some outside help once in a while.
We all need it sometimes.
Okay?
Okay.
Well, I’ll go get some tea, all right?
Man, is she pissed!
"So, do you still see your brother?"
I’m sorry, Frank.
That was uncalled for. I didn’t mean that.
It’s all right.
[tea kettle whistles]
[whistling continues]
[whistling gets louder]
[clock ticking]
Just for this though, all right?
Not whatever he gets.
[door opens]
Give me the money, man!
Give me all the money, man.
You! Fucker!
Give me all your cash!
Didn’t you hear me?
I’ll blow your fucking head off.
If you’re gonna shoot me, fucking shoot me!
Are you fucking crazy?
Where’s the bread, man?
- [glass shatters] - Fucker!
Yeah? How do you fucking like this, you motherfucker?
- You’re fucking dead! - Jonas: Stop!
Robber: Get the fuck off of me!
Stop it, Frank! You’re gonna kill him!
Get the fuck off of me!
Get the fuck off of me!
Get the fuck off of me!
- Get the fuck off me! - What are you doing?
- Get the fuck off me! - What are you doing, man!
Stay the fuck back! Fucker!
Give me the money.
[thunder rumbling]
[rain pattering]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
[laughing]
[fire roars]
Frank: Jake! Jake!
[sirens wailing]
[pounding on windshield]
[sirens wail loudly]
[wings flapping]
My God.
Can you believe this?
Where to start?
Where you been, Jake?
What’s the story, morning glory?
I’ve needed to talk to you, man.
Yeah, I know. What’s up?
And what’s up with you living like a barn animal?
You should be ashamed of yourself. This place is disgusting.
Not now!
Jesus.
I borrowed some money from Fellini, now I got to pay it back.
Sister Mary needed the money to pay off the loan.
They were gonna close the house down.
So, what’s the problem?
I got to steal the money to pay it back.
Fellini ain’t exactly the understanding kind, you know?
I think he might even have me killed if I screw it up.
Don’t screw up.
Listen, Francis,
come on, give us a hug.
Come on. Big family hug.
Come on, I need one.
Come on, a real hug.
Ooh! Oh, I needed that!
That was great. Was it good for you?
[chuckles]
Francis...
I’m real proud of you.
- Really? - Yeah.
Yeah, you’re handling your situation very well.
But it’s bad to steal.
So?
You’re bad.
You know that.
Besides, it looks good on you.
Cheeky monkey.
[wings flapping]
♪ ♪
[mouthing]
Okay, motherfucker, give it to me!
What did you say? Who am I?
Never you mind, asshole!
Whore!
[chuckles]
♪ ♪
[grunting]
[exhaling sharply]
Okay, motherfucker. Give it to me!
[chuckles] What did you say?
Who the-- who am I?
[chuckles]
Okay, motherfucker, give it to me.
What did you say?
Who am I, asshole?
Never you fucking mind...
who I am.
Me.
[laughs]
♪ ♪
Our Father, who art in Heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven.
- Give us this day... - [knocking]
I’ll be right there.
[sighs]
[knocking]
Yeah, I’m coming.
[softly] Come on, Jonas.
You can do this.
- [knocking continues] - I’m coming!
[mouthing]
[clears throat]
[indistinct chatter]
Bouncer: You need to go this way.
[crowd chatter intensifies]
Those guys gave me some fucking money! What’s wrong with you guys, man?
[electronica song playing]
♪ This is all happening ♪
♪ This is all happening ♪
♪ This is all happening ♪
Shot?
- Shot? Shot? Shot? Shot? - Woman: Sure.
Two for you.
Jonas: Alright! Let’s do it up!
- Cheers. - Frank: Cheers, everybody.
- Jonas: Cheers. - Woman: Thank you.
- Thank you! - Frank: No problem.
- [woman sighing] - [Jonas groans]
Woman: Oy. Have a good night.
Jonas: Thank you.
♪ This is all happening ♪
♪ This is all happening ♪
♪ This is all happening ♪
[music changes]
How’s it going?
Not bad. How ya doing?
It’s my first time here. Is it always this busy?
Yeah, especially on a Saturday night, ya know?
What are you? Security?
Yeah.
How many of you guys are there?
Just me and the guy you saw in the front.
Hey. You wanna buy a Life-Saver for five bucks?
She’s getting married, and this is her stag.
Whoa, uh, what are you talking about?
This-- [giggles] this drunk,
- but very sexy girl... - Woman: Mm-hmm.
...is getting married tomorrow.
You know...
it’s a really cool crowd that comes here, isn’t it?
Yeah. Pretty cool crowd.
You know, I’ve always been curious about the bar business, huh?
Yeah, like every other guy that comes in here.
I guess so, yeah.
Like how many people are working here tonight?
Well, you know, it started off with 12,
but the kitchen’s closed now,
so I think there’s around nine left.
- That many? - Yeah.
Well, they seem really nice.
The people that work here, they seem really nice.
You with me so far?
- I-I-- So far, yeah. - [drunken giggling]
Now, for five dollars...
you can buy a Life-Saver off her shirt.
- Okay. I see. - Right on!
- Whoo! - [laughing]
- I know, I know. - Right on.
Don’t be shy.
[women squealing]
[cheering]
Hey, five bucks.
Awesome.
- Whoo! - Thank you.
It must be a really late night for you guys.
No, you know, we’re usually out of here by 3:00. Excuse me.
[mouthing]
Okay, are we ready or what yet?
- Are we ready yet or what? - No, no, no, not yet, not yet.
- Just... - But when?
Like what? So what’s the problem?
No, you can see why she’s pissed off.
No, I can’t. What did I do?
Oh, don’t bullshit around.
- You don’t even call her. - Crap! I called her yesterday.
Okay, he did. He called.
But you should make more of an effort. You should.
Like any effort would be enough for a woman.
- Oh! - What?
- It’s-- come on. It’s so true. - [laughing]
You know, if, uh, if you wanted to hang out for a minute,
I can, uh, give you a lift home.
- You live in my area. - I never told you where I live.
Doesn’t matter.
- It’s all my area. - [chuckling] Really?
Yeah, or you know, we can go somewhere
a little more comfortable and hang out.
Like my place?
Yeah, okay.
- We’re in, we're out. It’s over, man. - Holy shit!
Do you always use two papers?
- Or can you use one, man? - Two.
Why?
I don’t know. You just do.
- Alright. - This place was fucking rocking tonight, man.
I know. It was really busy tonight.
Okay.
I’ve got some stuff to do in the back, alright?
- Do not smoke that till I get back. - Alright.
Okay, right now, man. Right now.
We’re ready, alright? Alright?
We’re in. It's out!
We’re in, we're out. It’s over man, alright?
- Let’s go! - Let’s go. Yeah.
[tapping]
Christ.
This is bullshit. I haven’t sat down once the whole night.
Stupid fucking people!
- We’re closed. - I know.
I-I left my credit card at the bar.
I just want to pick it up.
- I don’t remember you. - I was here all night, man.
I was talking to your buddy with the dark hair, slick back.
He’s hangin' in the back there.
Hey, do you recognize these two guys?
Yeah, man, I recognize him.
Come on, man, don’t make me come all the way back here.
I live in the suburbs. I just wanna get my credit card.
- Alright. Just one of you. - Alright.
Thanks, man.
- I’ll be right back, alright, Jonas? - Alright, sure.
- [knocking] - Bouncer: Open up. It’s me.
- Hi. - Hi. This guy forgot his credit card.
- Marie: Okay. - Bouncer: What was your name again?
Get the fuck in there before I blow your fucking head off.
Get over there! You, come here.
Come here. Let my friend in. He’s at the door.
Jonas, get the-- where the fuck’s your gun, man? Get your gun out.
- What’s the matter? - Quick! Press the silent alarm.
- I think we’re being robbed right now. - Where?
- Woman: Forget it! - Woman 2: Oh my god.
- What do you guys want? - Don’t get fucking stupid with me, man.
You know what the fuck I want.
Get over there. Let’s go! Over to the couch.
- Watch him, Jonas. - Let’s go!
If you go for a fucking gun in that desk, I’ll blow your fucking head off.
- I-- I don’t have a gun. We want to cooperate. - Go!
Alright, you guys got a garbage bag or something I can use?
- A bag! I need a fucking bag. - No, no.
We threw them out. It clutters the office.
Fucking great.
Watch him, Jonas!
I got him. I got him.
[phone rings]
- Who the fuck’s gonna answer that? - Someone out there will get it.
It’s probably someone's boyfriend or girlfriend.
All right.
- Leave it alone! - Okay.
128!
Alright. Where’s the rest of the money?
Do you know who owns this place?
Ask me if I give a fuck.
My dad does, and you guys just fucked up big time.
Yeah. My dad’s bigger than your dad.
Marie, keep quiet, okay?
Alright, for the last time, where’s the fucking money?
- It’s in there! - Get it!
Come on. Let’s go.
Open it.
Get out of here. Fuckin’ sit down.
Watch him, Jonas.
What are we gonna do?
Just wait for the cops, I guess. I don’t know.
Frank: Watch ’em, Jonas. Watch ’em good.
I think we should let everyone know what’s going on.
I don’t know. I can’t think straight.
I think we should just wait and let the cops handle this.
[tires screeching]
Hey, is there any more money?
No, that’s everything.
- You sure? - Yeah, that’s it.
- Holy fuck. - What?
Fuckin’ cops all over the place out there, man.
Oh, shit. What are we gonna do, Frank?
We’re gonna fuckin' stay cool. That’s what we're gonna do.
Alright. Okay.
Alright, let’s go. We’re going to the back.
- Okay, let’s go. - We’re gonna take 'em to the back. Let’s go.
Let’s go! Come on!
Stop.
Anybody in here?
Alright.
Let’s go!
- What’re you doing? - We’re robbing the place, that’s what.
- It’s your funeral, man. - What the fuck did you say to me?
- Don’t shoot me. - If you don’t hurry up, I will.
Come on, let’s fucking go.
Let’s fucking go!
I-- I can’t piss.
Come on. Alright, everybody, this is a robbery.
Everybody stay calm and cooperate,
and nothing’s gonna happen to ya.
You get out of line, you’re gonna get shot
either by me or my mad-dog killer friend here.
Alright, I want everyone down by the bar here.
Come on!
Now fuckin’ move!
Alright.
We’re gonna march over to these couches, alright?
Let’s go, come on! Let’s go! Fuckin' move!
Come on.
I’m not fuckin' around here. Let’s go. Come on.
Sit down. Bring those stools over. Come on.
Alright. This is the situation.
Alright, there’s cops all over the fuckin’ place outside.
So you guys are now my hostages, alright?
Hopefully this problem’s gonna get resolved sooner than later.
Now, I don’t know how the cops found out about us,
or how they know we’re here,
but we are gonna find out.
And when we do, the guilty party’s
gonna suffer huge fuckin’ consequences.
Alright, Jonas, take this kid up front.
Get him to close the front blinds, and the curtain at the front.
- Why me? - Cause I fuckin’ said so.
Now, fuckin’ move! Go!
Hey, make sure he’s in front of you.
Just in case they try to shoot, they’ll get him instead of you.
Alright. Let me say this fucking once.
Anyone steps out of line, they’re gonna get fuckin' shot.
Alright?
[whispers] Fuck.
Don’t shoot. We don't know who’s closing those blinds.
[phone rings]
If it’s somebody's friend, tell ’em they left.
- [phone rings] - Go ahead.
128, how can I help you?
This is Lieutenant Brass. Who am I speaking to?
Uh, I’m one of the waitresses here. I work here.
Brass: Is everyone all right in there?
Yes, everybody’s fine.
A little bit frightened, but that’s about all.
Okay.
We’re gonna try and alleviate the problem as soon as possible.
Can I speak to one of the gunmen please?
Sure.
[whispers]: It’s the cops from outside.
They want to speak to one of you.
[whispers]: Thanks.
[normal voice]: Yeah?
This is Lieutenant Brass. Who am I speaking to?
You can call me Snake.
Okay, Snake.
Listen.
I want to solve this problem
as cleanly and simply as possible.
If you guys give yourselves up now, we’ll take it easy on you.
[sighs] Listen here, Brass.
I’m gonna shoot one person while I got you on the phone.
And every half hour you keep me in here,
I’m gonna shoot someone else.
Listen up, Brass.
- Holy shit! - [gunshot]
Got the message now, pig?
Time’s not on your side.
He’s bluffing.
You guys-- you guys don’t have anything to worry about, okay, if you all cooperate.
We need each other, alright, to get out of here,
so, just be cool.
Right? Everybody’s cool.
Everything’ll be fine.
- Okay? What are we gonna do? - Look, I’m sorry, everybody. I’m sorry.
I don’t know what the fuck we’re gonna do, man. I don’t know.
Alright.
Let’s just chill out. Let’s just fuckin' chill out for a minute here.
What’s our plan, Lieutenant Brass?
Go change your fuckin’ diaper and let me think.
[mouths]
[dialing]
[line ringing]
[phone ringing]
Fellini.
Mr. Fellini, Lieutenant Brass here.
We got ourselves a problem.
Someone’s trying to rob your Club 128.
What exactly do you mean by "trying"?
Well, they’re actually in the club right now...
and it’s turned into a hostage situation.
Is my daughter in there?
I don’t know. They weren’t cooperating on the phone.
I don’t even know how many guns there are.
That’s why I'm calling you.
Get somebody to call there, get your daughter on the phone,
get some of these questions answered.
I’ll see what I can find out.
Brascoe: Michael, what is it?
[phone rings]
Hey, come here.
Here. Take that.
128, can I help you?
Okay. Hang on a second.
It’s Marie's father on the phone.
He’d like to speak with her.
Okay, go tell her.
Put the phone down, go tell her.
Stay in your seat, alright?
It’s your dad.
- Make it snappy, alright? - No problem.
Hello, Dad?
Are you all right, princess?
Yes, we’re all fine.
Fellini: How many guys are in there with you?
Marie: Uh, there’s two.
- Do they both have guns? - Yes.
How many hostages are there?
Uh, there’s about 12 or so all together.
Hey, let’s go. Come on.
Don’t be scared, baby.
I’m gonna get you outta there. I love you.
Yeah, I’m not worried, Dad. I love you, too.
Let me talk to one of the scumbags.
- Hello? - I don’t know who you are,
but all I can tell you is you are incredibly fucking stupid.
You are also a walking fucking dead man.
Oh, yeah? Who the fuck is this?
My name is Michael Fellini.
Just in case you don’t know, let me explain.
I own this fuckin’ town!
That girl I spoke to is my daughter.
If you harm one hair on her head,
I’ll kill your whole fucking family
and everybody you know. Understand?
You just give yourselves up.
Because that’s your safest option at this point.
God forbid, I get you first.
You give yourselves up, and I’ll let the cops handle it.
You take my money,
you fuck with my family,
and you’ll be paying long after you’re dead,
which will be today. Understand?
Alright. Just-- just go sit down.
Do you know who owns this place, Jonas?
Jonas: No, who?
Fellini, that’s who.
We’re fuckin' dead.
What are we gonna do?
I’ve had a feeling about this.
These guys don’t know what the hell they’re doing.
- [scoffs] Marie! - No, I’m serious.
There’s something really weird going on about this.
You know, at this particular moment,
I don’t know what we’re gonna do.
When he finds out it’s us,
we’re worse than dead, man.
- Um? - What?
Look, we all know what’s going on,
and we know who that was on the phone, and, uh,
I was just wondering, do you guys want a drink or something?
- Scotch. - Scotch.
Oh, man.
I can’t think right now.
Look, I-- you know, I need some time alone, alright?
I’m just gonna go use the can. Keep a close eye on everyone.
Yeah, sure, Frank. Don’t worry about it.
I’ll-- I'll watch them all.
Thanks.
I’ll be back. I'll be back.
You okay, Frank?
[phone rings]
Lieutenant Brass, here.
They got 12 hostages in there,
and they got two guys with guns.
One of the hostages is my daughter.
What are you gonna do about it?
Brass: 99% of hostage situations result in surrender.
The best way to encourage surrender
is to offer no way out.
We’re calling in the SWAT team.
Don’t bother, you fucking moron.
Keep this low profile.
You got two hours to get my daughter safely out of there.
Otherwise, you’re off my payroll
and in a lot of pain.
Are you threatening an officer of the law?
No. I’m not threatening an officer of the law.
I’m promising a fucking asshole.
Brass: Mr. Fellini...
- Lieutenant. - Fuck off!
[breathing heavily]
[whimpering]
[distorted] Jake, Jake. Jake!
[sobbing]
What am I gonna do, Jake?
Well, what’s the story, morning glory?
This is Fellini’s place.
Holy shit.
That bitch has his hand in everything.
He owns this whole town, right?
Okay, Francis.
We got to look at this problem in a systematic way.
What are your options?
One thingy-dingy, you can use that
little Italian girl out there to get away, right?
Yeah.
Yeah, we could get away temporarily.
That wouldn’t be too difficult.
But?
But Fellini, he’d get us.
Sooner than later.
Ooh. That doesn’t sound too attractive.
No.
We could surrender.
Fellini’s got a lot of contacts in the joint.
He’d get us there too.
Well, looks like you picked the wrong guy to rob, Frankie.
So you got to face reality.
You’re already dead, so there’s nothing to fear.
- Am I losing my hair? - What do you mean?
I mean, it’s not supposed to be like this.
No, about this! I mean, what do you mean about this?
Oh, I mean, if you go out in a blaze of glory
with headlines and everything,
you’ll help the cause. You won’t die in vain.
I don’t know if I want to die, Jake.
Francis, I love you,
but you’re going down.
There’s no way out. Not this time.
I’m afraid, man.
But, Francis, you’ll be with me all the time. It’ll be great.
And I think you know, there are worthier lives than yours.
Oh, shit. I gotta go.
Manicure. He’s a dish.
[wings flapping]
No, Jake! Wait! Wait a minute!
Jake. Jake!
- [pounding] - [fire crackling]
What?
- Who’s Jake? - That’s his dead brother.
What?
Well...
seeing that we’re gonna be here for a while
and, well, you know that none of us are gonna fuck with you...
maybe you wouldn’t mind if we went over and shot some pool or something?
Sure.
Just don’t fuck around, okay?
No, we won’t. Who wants to play?
Sure, I’ll play.
- You playing? - Woman: Okay.
Bouncer: Okay.
We’re gonna need one more person if we play doubles.
Alright.
- You in? - No, I’m gonna stay here.
Well, I’ll play if nobody else wants to.
Alright, let’s go.
Yes?
You’re Jonas, right?
That’s Frank?
- Yeah. - The fuck are those people doing over there?
- Oh! [laughing] - Playing pool.
Yeah, I can see that. Why?
Nah, fuck it.
Guys, can I go to the bathroom? I really have to go bad.
You take her, Jonas. Make sure you go in there with her, okay?
- Leave your purse here. - I just have to get my lipstick.
Frank: Okay.
I thought you said you had to go to the washroom.
No, I don’t have to go anymore.
You know, you don’t look like a tough, scary guy at all.
- Oh, no? - No, you look really sweet.
[sighs]
What are you looking at?
Nothing.
You see my panty lines?
Can you see them now?
You know what, you can have ’em if you want.
[moaning]
- I’m serious right now, babe. - Oh, you’re su-- sure?
No. We gotta stop this.
Are you sure?
Yeah. [laughs]
Yes. Yeah.
Now. Get back out there now.
Well, okay, lookit. Take these...
give ’em back to me later.
Okay? Okay.
[coughs, clears throat]
Oh my God.
[sighs deeply]
Holy fuck. 5:00 a.m.
[clears throat]
You got lipstick on your face.
[laughing]
Those are underwear.
Holy fuck. Put-- hey! Put-- it’s underwear, man.
Put the fuckin’ underwear away.
Jesus Christ.
You know things aren’t looking too good right now.
Now, the cops-- we’re surrounded by cops.
Fellini’s gonna kill us,
whether we get out of here or not.
And so far our only plan is that we have no plan.
So can you do me a favor?
Can you focus on what the fuck we’re trying to do here?
[phone rings]
Should I get that for you, Frank?
No, it’s okay. It's probably just repeats by now anyway.
Yeah?
Yeah, this is Mr. Fellini.
Can I please speak to the individual that decided to rob me?
This is he.
Fellini: Why are you still there?
Frank: Well, where the fuck am I supposed to be?
Sittin’ like a duck waiting for you to do
whatever the fuck it is you’re gonna do to me?
I want my daughter out of there safely immediately!
Don’t start bossing me around, asshole. I don’t work for you.
Now, if you don’t start acting reasonable,
I’ll just fucking kill her right now.
You know what I mean? Gonna be nice, huh?
Say, "Yes, sir," or she’s fuckin' dead.
Yes... sir.
Good, little asshole.
Now, I think we both know
she’s the only real pawn left here in this game.
So you gotta ask yourself this important question:
How the fuck are you gonna get her back? Huh?
I’ll tell you how.
By making sure I’m either safe...
or dead.
What’s he saying?
Why does it have to be either black or white?
I think you know you made a mistake.
You robbed the wrong place.
Why don’t you let me help you?
Maybe I can come there
and help you get out of there safely.
Why don’t you stop pretending we’re friends?
Alright, I know how you guys operate.
I saw The Godfather.
I know you got connections all over the world
and you won’t stop till you get us.
So in the meantime, Fellini, I haven’t decided what I’m gonna do yet.
- Bye. - [dial tone]
He hung up on me. That fuckin’ little prick hung up on me.
If he sticks his head out of that fucking building,
you blow it the fuck off!
I want that guy fucking dead right away!
Michael, there are fucking cops all over the fucking place.
I don’t give a fuck about the cops!
- I want him fucking dead! - Brascoe: Alright, alright.
I’ll take care of it.
Your dad says hi.
Cop: Did you hear about Barney?
No, what about him?
He banged that new parking chick.
- What? The one with the ass? - Indiscriminate.
What a dog.
Fuck. We’re always pulling this fucking shit.
Yeah, it’s cold, but what can you do, man?
It’s a paycheck.
Sarge ain’t looking over our shoulder. It’s not bad.
It’s cold.
[no distinct dialog]
Jonas...
[yawns] Thanks, man.
So? What-- what are we gonna do, Frank?
I’ll tell you in a minute. Alright, everybody come on over.
I wanna-- I wanna talk to all of you guys.
Hey, wake up. Come on. [claps]
- So what are we gonna do, Frank? - I’ll tell you in a minute.
Hey, grab a beer. Help yourselves, everybody. This is for you guys.
So, what are you gonna do?
Surrender?
Yeah. Yeah, I am.
What?! What are you talking about, Frank?
You can’t do that!
You said it yourself. We’re as good as dead if we go out there.
We are as good as dead, Jonas.
In the meantime, I’m gonna go surrender.
You’re gonna get away with the money.
How are we gonna do that?
With the help of these people right here.
- What?! - Hear me out.
Alright, we know we fucked up by stealing from Fellini.
We didn’t know this was his place.
As a matter of fact,
we were robbing this place to pay him back money we borrowed off him.
We needed the money...
for this foster home that we grew up in.
The home had some debts
and ran the risk of being shut down.
There’s a woman there.
There’s a woman there that put her life on the line for us.
She raised us.
And I want this money to go to her.
I want Jonas to get away long enough...
to get the money to her.
Frank, can I talk to you in private?
Yeah. Sure.
I’ll be right back.
I had no idea you knew my father.
Well, I wouldn’t exactly say we’re friends.
As a matter of fact, I think he wants to kill me.
I could talk to him about this.
I think he would understand you made a mistake.
I don’t know.
I don’t think in this case.
He-- he can’t lose face like that.
Well, it can’t hurt to try.
I mean, I think if things were different--
Things aren’t different.
But I appreciate what you’re trying to do.
I don’t particularly think you’re doing such a bad thing.
I mean, I don’t think you’re a bad person.
I am. It’s okay though.
None of these people are bad.
You’re not a bad person, but things are what they are.
- I don’t know what to say. - Say you’ll help me do this.
Do this one good deed.
Frank: It’s cool.
So how do you intend for Jonas to get away?
Out that door right there.
There’s a 12-foot wall out there.
What other way is there?
Well, if you get the ladder to go up to the first part of the roof,
and-- and then if you scale the fence,
you can get out through a neighbor’s backyard.
What about you, Frank?
I’m going out the front door with a white flag.
[scoffs]
[chuckles]
Well, I’m not into this, man. This is bullshit.
How am I supposed to go out that door?
- There’s probably cops out there. - Yeah.
And you can use a couple of these people
to get away until you’re in the clear, man.
You’re gonna get away.
Come on. Who wants to help Jonas get away?
Who’ll volunteer to go out with him?
I’ll go with you, Jonas.
- Yeah, I’ll help. - See?
- You’re gonna get away. - What about me, Frank?
Huh? I’m not into this, man.
It’s bullshit!
I didn’t sign up for this.
Jonas, don’t be stupid, man.
This is the only chance for you to get away. Don’t fuck it up.
I’m afraid.
Don’t be.
You’re gonna get away. You’re gonna get away.
Okay, is everybody ready?
Alright, Jonas.
You guys got to get over to the door
and get ready to make a move here.
Here.
Don’t forget to get me out, alright?
Alright?
I will.
Good luck.
Jake: See, you gotta face reality.
You’re already dead.
So there’s nothing to fear.
[police radio chatter]
Brass: Drop the gun.
Drop your weapon immediately!
Drop the gun, asshole!
Jake: Francis, I love you.
But you’re going down.
Brass: Lose the gun!
Drop the goddamn gun!
- [gunfire] - Frank!
No, no. Come on!
- Wait here! - Jimmy!
Frank! [sobs]
[gunfire]
- Freeze! - Don’t shoot, don't shoot.
- Freeze! - Put the gun down.
Put it down!
There are worthier lives than yours.
[grunts]
[sobbing]
Princess...
did you see where the other guy went?
Did he get away with my money?
Princess, did you see where the other guy went?
Does he have the money?
Brascoe: If you tell us where the money is...
you might get to live.
Fuck you.
You know, you’re not gonna win any awards for enduring pain.
And that is exactly what you’re gonna get
unless you tell us what we wanna know.
Doesn’t matter to me.
- I don’t know nothing, man. - [chuckles]
We could do this all day.
Just fuck off.
Hold him still. I don’t want any blood on my shirt.
- [snick] - [Jonas screams]
[whimpers]
Where’s the money?
[sobs] I don’t know.
Again.
Where is the money?
[crying]
Hey, Jonas.
It’s not polite to point.
[laughing]
[screams]
Oh, fuck! [whimpers]
Holy shit!
Fuck! Fuck that.
[shouts]
The money, the money! Give me the fucking money!
- I have to call you back. I have a customer. - The money! The money!
- I have to go. Okay. - Come on! Give me the money!
- Open the cash! Come on! - What, you want my money?
Open-- yes! I want the-- open the cash!
It’s no problem. I give you my money.
Here. Here. Take my money. Come on.
What’s the matter? My money not good for you?
You don’t want my money?
What’s the matter with you?
My money’s good as anybody’s money.
Come on! Ha ha ha.
Come on, funny boy. Come here.
What’s the matter? You chicken?
[clucking]
Man: Come on, let’s go.
Jake: So what’s the story, morning glory?
You headed east?
I gotta get the fuck outta Dodge.
That is precisely where I’m headed, sugar.
Hop in.
Oh, do you like my nails?
I just had ’em done.
♪ If I was perfect ♪
♪ Still you’d want somebody new ♪
♪ So if you ask me should you leave here ♪
♪ It’s all the same to me ♪
♪ If you do ♪
♪ If I was perfect, you wouldn’t want me ♪
♪ I give you my best ♪
♪ You left to love somebody new ♪
♪ So if you ask him ♪
♪ Should you leave me ♪
♪ It’s all the same to me ♪
♪ If you do ♪
♪ It’s all the same to me ♪
♪ If you do ♪
♪ If you do ♪
♪ If you do ♪
♪ If you do ♪
♪ If I was an asshole, would you want me? ♪
♪ The lips you bash ♪
♪ You let me fall in love with you ♪
♪ If this could help us ♪
♪ Could you make me? ♪
♪ It’s all the same to me ♪
♪ If you do ♪
♪ It’s all the same to me ♪
♪ If you do ♪
♪ If you do ♪
♪ If you do ♪
♪ If you do ♪
[door creaks]
Shh.
[indistinct shouting]
[baby crying]
If you help me rake the yard,
we get to watch a video after dinner.
- Any video? - Any video.
Yay!
Good, alright. We’ll do that later.
Jimmy hurt his knee in the fort.
- I’m going to get him a Band-Aid. - Oh, thank you, Sister Jean.
Hello, Sister Mary. Sorry to bother you again.
Sister Mary: I got some money for the payment,
and I’ll be in with it tomorrow morning.
It’s already been paid off.
What’re you talking about?
Oh, the two young men that used to live here came in.
Their names were Frank and Jonas.
Jonas: Hey, Frank, I think I’ve figured out
why the whole OJ thing happened.
Frank: What the fuck are you talking about?
Jonas: Mickey D’s did it.
They backed the whole thing.
You know what kinda publicity they got
out of having OJ admit he slammed back a burger
just before he killed his wife and her lover?
They made the payment for me?
No, no, no. They paid the whole loan off.
But I’ll still need you to come in tomorrow to sign off on it.
Yeah, alright. Uh...
Jonas: Remember how they screwed everyone over
when they came out with their pizza?
All those ads?
"It’s coming!"
Half the fucking country was watching TV that day
just to see what it was.
It turned out to be pizza, Frank.
They totally made fun of the situation.
Frank: Spending a lot of money on TV commercials,
and using a murder as a marketing device
are two totally different things, alright?
Jonas: I-- I know they are! Check out this theory.
Let’s say OJ, being a superstar athlete,
and doing endorsements,
must’ve gotten to know some big execs at Mickey D’s.
- Pretty good? - Frank: So what?
Jonas: So maybe he’s buddies with the guys at Mickey D’s
and tells ’em about his marital problems.
They come up with the idea of murder.
Frank: You’ve lost your fucking mind.
I don’t get it. What was left on the loan?
Just shy of $10,000.
These boys must really like you.
Jonas: So Mickey D’s spends $50 mill!
And gets $200 mill with their promo.
That’s fuckin' power!
Frank: You’re really fucked.
Okay, okay, look. This is the place, alright. You got your toy gun?
Jonas: Yeah, hold on.
Ah, shit!
Frank: Stop fucking around!
Jonas: Alright, I’m sorry. It was an accident.
Frank: Alright, look. We’re in, we're out. It’s over.
Let’s go.
Hey, can I get change for a dollar, please?
You guys are driving me crazy.
You come in here, don’t buy anything.
Yes, I give you change for a dollar.
- Give me the money! - Ah! No! Please don’t shoot me!
- The money! - No! No! Please!
[crying, babbling]
Please don’t hurt me! I have family!
Here! You take the money!
No! Go away!
Just go away! Oh!
[shrieking]
Go away! Go away!
[crying, blubbering]
There was only $350 there.
That’s not very much!
No.
Or maybe we went too early in the day.
You know, there’s probably a lot more cash
at the end of the fucking day.
I don’t know, Frank, man. I’m feeling guilty.
Yeah.
That guy was pretty scared.
It’s like he was traumatized, you know?
I’m really sorry for that guy, man.
No, forget that.
You know, we didn’t ruin that guy’s life.
It’s just half a day's business for him, man.
He’ll recover.
You know, it’s not our fault the fucking guy’s neurotic.
Yeah, that’s true.
Worry about us, you know?
We still don’t have the money to pay back Fellini.
I mean, we could roll 20 stores just like that,
and still have nothing.
Yeah.
No, we gotta find a place with way more cash.
Like a bank, man.
No.
Banks are way too risky, man.
We gotta find something that’s...
like, less conventional.
Like-- like a restaurant,
or-- or a bar.
Nightclub. Like-- like something like that.
Well, we gotta find the right place now.
Yeah.
At least we got enough money to buy real guns this time.
Waitress: What can I getcha?
Coffee? Couple of coffees.
Do you want a roll with that?
No. Just-- just the coffees.
Frank.
Frank!
I found the perfect place, man.
Yeah, where’s that?
Fuck! My wrist is killing me, man.
Did you know I got cuffed last night?
What? By some chick?
No. By the cops, man.
What the fuck you talking about?
Frank: I was driving home late last night, right?
I run out of cigarettes,
so I pull in this 24-hour supermarket
and buy a pack of cigarettes.
Easy enough, right?
You notice anything strange about that car?
What?
[indistinct police radio chatter]
The license stickers have expired.
Oh.
You know you gotta start paying attention to what’s going on.
Because if you don’t...
it’s gonna end up catching up to you.
And then what’s gonna happen,
your partner here’s gonna take it up the ass.
Hey! I said I’m sorry, alright?
Oh.
Well, do me a favor.
At least call it in.
This is PC 3-3-3-8.
This cop must’ve followed me on the road.
Saw my sticker on my license plate
and thought it was expired.
Anyway, I come out of the supermarket...
this guy’s leaning on my car.
Leaning on my car!
Hey, pal, come here. I want to speak to you for a second.
So I ignore him, right? I’m thinking...
It’s late at night. Dangerous neighborhood.
Turns out the guy’s an undercover cop.
Hey, jack-off! I said I wanted to speak to you.
Officer down! Officer down!
Well, what’d you do?
I broke his nose...
then I laid the boots to him.
[cop screaming]
[both laughing]
Freeze, asshole!
Freeze!
Get your hands up where I can see them!
You just assaulted an officer of the law.
- What? - Freeze!
Holy fuck.
[laughing]
Holy shit.
Yeah.
So, what? Did they charge you?
- You son of a bitch! - Ow! What?
He never told me he was a cop.
- Shut up! - He never said nothing.
[screams] Easy with the cuffs!
- They’re kinda tight. - Shut up!
Stupid ass doesn’t even identify himself as a cop.
He says to me, "Hey, pal.
I wanna talk to you a minute."
They still threw me in a cruiser for three fucking hours
with these cuffs on that’re super tight.
[laughing]
Stupid fucking cop.
Let me describe it to you first.
Describe what?
The place we’re gonna rob, Frank. Come on, man.
Oh, yeah.
Okay. Anyway.
It’s this little club, man.
It’s really busy on the weekends.
So what?
What do you mean "so what?"
I said it’s busy on the weekend.
I mean, like line-ups and shit.
Big deal.
Okay, listen.
There’s nobody else on the street, man.
I mean, there’s a condo building on one side,
The other side from-- like, diagonally across?
That’s, like, a car dealership.
After last call, it’s like a fucking ghost town, Frank.
This place, okay?
Here’s the best part though.
Okay, the staff are still in there counting the cash, bro.
There’s nobody else around.
Hmm.
That sounds pretty good.
Of course it’s good.
Well, Saturday night.
Why don’t we go there tonight and check out the place?
Lead the way, Jonas.
Lead the way.
These are the reservations for tonight.
I made copies for the bartenders and the door staff.
Great.
Is the top area roped off yet?
I’ll do that when I go out next.
What’s up?
I just wanted to get some feedback from you
on how I’m doing here.
You’re doing fine.
I don’t want the fact that my father owns this place
to hold you back from any...
criticism that you wanna give me.
I know he can be intimidating.
[sighs] Look.
I think I have a good working relationship with your father.
More importantly, business comes first here.
If there was a problem, I’d let you know.
You’re doing a great job.
You’re a good worker.
Thank you.
[keys jingle]
[door closes]
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[balls clacking]
♪ ♪
[glasses clinking]
[no audible dialogue]
[no audible dialogue]
♪ ♪
This is a gold mine.
What?
This is my section. What can I get ya?
Scotch.
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[crickets chirping]
See, look.
It’s clearing out fast.
There’s nobody left...
except a couple workers, what, and a manager.
This could be the place.
[indistinct chatter]
Frank: Holy shit. Look!
The guy’s just walking out. He’s got a money box.
Look! Right out in the open.
Like nobody’s around.
I told ya!
This is the place, man.
This is the place, for sure.
What the fuck are you doing?
I’m making notes, man. I’m making a plan, right?
Didn’t you ever see Casino?
Yeah. So, what?
No notes. It’s a clue.
We just talk.
You know, we shouldn’t even use our real names when we talk to each other.
I’ll be Mr. Orange, you be Mr. Pink.
We already know each other’s real names.
I’ve known you since I was 12 years old.
The whole reason they used fake names in Reservoir Dogs
was to protect their identities...
from each other.
So, what’s the plan?
It seems pretty simple, really.
Tomorrow we buy the guns.
Next Saturday at 3:00 a.m. we go in there and rob that place.
You got any beers left or what?
♪ ♪
Golden Horseshoe is definitely where the money is tomorrow.
What the fuck are you talking about?
The horse hurt his fucking muscle
or pulled a hind leg or something.
Who told you this?
Fucking Paulie did.
He saw the fucking horse himself.
Man, I don’t need to hear this.
You could check it out for yourself.
But the thing is, I don’t know if Paulie
had enough time to set anything else up,
being short notice and all.
Hi, Daddy.
Hi, princess.
Hi, Stewart.
Hi, Mr. Fellini, Mr. Brascoe.
- Nice to see you again, Marie. - Nice to see you.
How’d the club do this weekend, Stewart?
It was good, Mr. Fellini.
And how’s my little princess working out as a manager?
She’s doing great, sir.
She’s catching on really quick.
I’m learning so much, Daddy.
I really like this kind of work.
I’m glad, honey.
You know, we’re very proud of you.
Yeah, real proud.
With people like Marie on board,
the 128 can become...
like Planet Hollywood.
You know, Stewart,
I run a very respectable joint.
Are people treating her with respect there?
Yes, sir.
You’re gonna be running the place soon, Marie.
[laughing]
Honey, you-- you want an espresso?
Oh, no, Daddy, we’ve got to go.
I’ve got to place my orders in for tonight.
See what a hard worker she is?
Well, like I said, she’s gonna be running the joint soon.
[laughing]
[clears throat]
Listen, uh,
I gotta go take care of something.
You need a hand with anything?
No.
Just gotta see a couple of punks.
You sure man? ’Cause you know,
I know you got this cash flow problem
and I was wondering if you know--
Well, I can take care of it.
Hey, we’ve been together a long time.
I don’t mind helping out whatsoever.
I gotta go.
Listen, um...
I don’t want to sound out of line here or nothing,
but you got to ease up on the gambling.
Don’t take this the wrong way or nothing.
I just don’t want to see you get all fucked up, you know?
Yeah, well, I appreciate the concern.
Now, fuck off.
♪ ♪
Hey, mister. You got any money?
Yeah! What’s it to ya?
Come here, you snot-nosed punk.
You want money from me,
you got to earn it.
Carry this.
Hey, this bag’s heavy. What’s in it?
Hey, what’s with the work ethics of today’s youth?
I’m paying you to do a job, you just do it.
- All right, he’s coming up. - He’s coming up now?
Yeah, just be cool.
All right, this guy’s the real thing. He doesn’t fuck around,
so just let me do the talking.
Don’t ever let me catch you begging again.
Well, what am I supposed to do, mister?
Hustle! What do you want to be,
a bum, like everybody else in this fucking neighborhood?
- You know who I am? - Yeah.
Yeah, well, come around the club house.
Maybe we’ll get you to do a little dusting or something.
Who knows? Fuck.
Thanks, mister.
Let me do the talking, all right?
Well, I’m nervous, man.
Don’t be.
Just be cool.
[knocking]
Get the fucking door, man. That’s him!
Come on!
[mutters] Jesus Christ.
How you doing?
How you doing?
Is he cool?
Oh, yeah, yeah, this is Jonas. He’s, uh--
This is his place. He’s really cool, yeah.
Hey, Jonas, that’s nice.
Move the fucking lamp.
Oh, yeah, sure.
So, here’s what you wanted.
A couple of semis.
A couple of hundred rounds.
A couple hundred rounds?
We need that much, Frank?
It’s perfect.
We’ll take it now.
So, uh, you know how to use one of these?
Yeah, sure. Who doesn’t?
Load it.
Okay, okay. [sighs]
A little handgun 101, boys.
This button...
releases the clip.
This...
cocks the gun.
And remember...
when you release a clip,
there’s always a bullet in there.
That’s how accidents happen.
Thanks for the tip.
Man: So, uh...
what do a couple of stiffs like you two
need guns for?
Oh, you know, protection, man.
Yeah, right.
Well, take care, fellas,
’cause these ain't toys.
Wouldn’t want to read about you in the papers.
You know what? Actually...
I know a guy who might be interested in acquiring a few.
For protection.
Yeah? Who might that be?
Yeah, Jonas, who’s that?
Well, there’s--
there’s this guy,
he owns a store down at Dupont and Heron.
Dupont and Heron?
Yeah? You see. You know the one.
Yeah. Yeah, I know the guy.
Well, he just got robbed the other day.
He seemed pretty scared.
Yeah. Pretty scared, huh?
Jonas: As a matter of fact,
I think, you know, a really nice guy like you
could fix him up with a piece.
- [sighs] - You know, for protection.
I got something that might just do the trick.
12 gauge shotgun, sawed off.
Blow his fucking head right off.
Yeah, well, see, well, check it out then.
Yeah.
Well, here-- here, it’s all there.
That’s all the money, it’s all there.
Thank you.
[door creaks open]
[door closes]
[sighs]
What the fuck was that all about?
What?
I told you, I feel guilty.
Now I feel better.
♪ ♪
That was a fucking schmuck you sent me to, man.
Lose a fucking hundred bucks on that soccer game, man.
Poor baby.
Fuck, every time I go to a bookie, man, you set me up like this.
A hundred fucking bucks, man.
Hey, hey, hey. What can I do for you guys?
Oh, we’re here to see Mr. Fellini.
And who the fuck are you?
You can tell him it’s Jonas and Frank.
We’ve been doing business with him already.
All right, you guys wait here.
Okay, you guys follow me.
I took care of that thing for you, sir.
What can I do for you boys?
Mr. Fellini, I know our loan is due in a couple of days.
I was wondering if I could be bold enough to ask for a little extension.
I believed you,
when you came to me and asked me for a favor,
that I would be repaid by a certain date.
That obviously isn’t gonna happen.
But what I ask myself, is,
why should I believe you now?
Because if I don’t have the money,
you can do whatever you want to me.
We both know that.
- I mean, Mr.-- - [items clatter on table]
Mr. Fellini,
we needed the money for a noble cause.
We really need your help.
I mean, we can pay you back at a premium, if necessary.
Fellini: I did help.
I lent you the money.
Now you wanna fuck me.
[phone rings]
Yeah.
I understand.
All right.
[whispering]
Gentlemen, I got more important things to deal with.
Thank you, Mr. Fellini.
[groans]
You got a week’s time to pay.
Or you’re fucking dead!
You make me sick!
Get the fuck out of my sight!
- What a bunch of pricks, man. - Yeah. No kidding!
He’s got all this cash he’ll never spend, Frank.
I mean, three blocks away you got kids,
you know, people sleeping in the street.
Now, you see, we gotta rob that joint.
We don’t pay these guys back, they’ll fucking kill us!
Yeah, I guess we have no choice, do we?
Hey, fellas, hold on.
Hey, guys, I just wanna talk to you for a minute.
I just wanna talk to you guys
about being late with the money and all that shit.
We’re really sorry about that, Mr. Brascoe--
Yeah, I know,
but there may be a way of getting some leniency.
What do you mean? Mr. Fellini was pretty mad.
How do I put this, um...
Do you guys have girlfriends?
Be honest, it’s okay.
- No. - No.
So, you know then... [laughs]
sometimes you gotta...
[chuckling] ...right?
- Yeah, I guess so. - I guess so.
Sometimes you get a pain right down here.
Let’s face it, jerking off just ain’t enough.
You got what they call blue balls.
And you gotta do something, you know?
Like back in Sicily in the old days.
What do you mean?
I mean, growing up in the fucking hills,
there aren’t that many girls around,
and the ones that are around, if you fuck ’em,
you gotta marry ’em or you’re dead.
So, the only way around this is...
the boys have to do each other once in a while, you know?
It’s all right to blow each other,
or to bum-fuck.
Or to give each other hand-jobs, right?
It’s all right.
Right?!
- Yeah, yeah, sure. - Yeah, yeah, it’s okay.
Jonas: Sure, yeah.
So, all I’m saying is,
if you guys are a little late with the money,
well, maybe we can work something out, just amongst the four of us.
You know, just the boys.
Take care, fellas.
[chuckles]
[spits]
You wouldn’t do that, would you, Frank?
You know, like bum-fucking? That sort of thing?
- Fuck no, man. - Neither would I.
You don’t think they really would do that though, do you?
Maybe it’s a mafia thing, you know?
I mean, it is a secret society.
It’s all guys.
I’m sure The Godfather didn’t reveal everything about the mob.
Yeah, I never thought of it that way before.
Actually, that could be true, ’cause they're always
hugging and kissing and all that stuff.
Think about this,
if we don’t get them their money, they’re gonna fuck us up the ass
before they kill us.
We gotta get that money, man.
Yeah, we gotta get the money.
♪ ♪
Okay, motherfucker, give it to me!
What did you say? Who am I--
[chuckles] Who am I?
Never you mind, ass hole!
Fuck!
[laughing]
Fuck!
Okay, motherfucker, what did you say?
Who am I?
[laughs]
Nevermind, you fucking asshole!
Give it to me! Right now!
I don’t give a fuck!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
What’s up, Frank?
Not too much.
Uh, you know what?
I need to talk to you about all this.
Sure, let’s go.
♪ ♪
Jonas: Can I be honest with you, Frank?
I hope so, after all these years.
[sighs] I’m nervous about Saturday night, man.
I don’t know if I can handle it, like--
Hey, I’m nervous too, man.
It’s not every day I go and rob a bar, you know what I mean?
I know what, but...
man, I’m telling you, I got a bad feeling about it.
Hey, do you think it was wrong to take the money from Fellini...
- to give to Sister Mary? - No!
- Huh? - No, but--
All right, well, if it wasn’t for her,
we’d either be dead or living on the street right now.
Come on, Frank.
Look, I’m sorry, all right?
Just look at this like a Robin Hood thing.
That’s what this is really all about here.
Robin Hood?
Yeah.
Yeah, like Robin Hood.
Hey, let’s go see her right now.
- Who? - Sister Mary. Come on.
All right?
♪ ♪
Can I help you, sir?
I think I got what you need.
What are you talking about?
Small 12-gauge.
No! No! I don’t want that, please.
- I don’t like guns. - What?
Are you into getting robbed?
You did get robbed, right?
Oh, yes! Yes, I did.
Okay, well, don’t stress out over it.
Let me show you how it works.
Couple of shells in there,
- cock her back... - Oh!
...and blow their fucking heads right off.
[panting]
Ah.
[chuckles]
Yes. Yes.
Yes.
Okay.
♪ ♪
Thanks for coming to the bank with me, guys.
I really appreciate it.
How’d it go in there?
Well. Very, very well.
How about going back to the house for a cup of tea,
and to catch up? Frank?
There’s that fucking hypocrite!
Sister Mary: Frank! Frank, don’t!
Jonas: Frank!
- You remember me? - Take it easy.
- I’ll fucking kill you! - Take it easy!
You’re gonna pay! You’re gonna pay!
You’re gonna pay! You wait and see!
I’ll get you for this!
You’re fucking dead!
[no distinguishable dialog]
♪ ♪
[Frank whispers] She’s coming.
So, what the hell was that all about, eh?
Eh?
You hit a priest in public?
You know better.
He’s a prick and he got what he deserved
- for having you kicked out. - No, no, no, Frank.
He did not have me kicked out and you know it!
Anyway, I thought you weren’t acting that way anymore.
Beating him up is not gonna help, is it?
I’m sorry.
I feel responsible, you know?
You made a stand for us. I just wanna get even with him, that’s all.
You’re scaring the hell out of me, Frank.
This is not the way I tried to teach you!
[sighs]
It won’t happen again, all right?
I promise.
How’d it go at the bank, anyway?
Well, that money definitely kept the wolves at bay.
Is there anything else we can do?
Yes.
That’s an awful lot of money you gave us,
and I’m very concerned as to where you got it.
Will either one of you please tell me,
where did you get all this money?
You know, you and this place saved our lives.
We’ll never be able to repay you
for all the things you did for us.
Now that there’s people out on the street,
there’s people all messed up out there,
I’m not gonna sit back and let some...
bank loan threaten this place, or whatever the hell--
No, no-- I’ve got-- I’m meeting with a government agency next week
for some additional assistance.
Great!
Yeah?
I’m so worried about you guys.
I should never have gotten you involved in my problems.
You’ve both got problems of your own.
Frank: Don’t say that.
You were always there for us.
We want to be there for you, okay?
Okay.
You all right, Frank?
Yeah, I’m fine.
You’ve been seeing Dr. Shapiro?
No, I don’t need to see him.
I’m fine.
Has he seen his brother, Jonas?
No! I’m his brother.
Hey, what happened to the rosary I gave you.
I got it here in my pocket.
Sister Mary: Pocket?
It’s broken.
Yeah, I know.
How’d you break it?
It just-- just got caught on-- I don’t know.
It just--
just broke.
Well...
you should get it fixed.
I’m gonna try to fix it myself.
It’s all right
to need some outside help once in a while.
We all need it sometimes.
Okay?
Okay.
Well, I’ll go get some tea, all right?
Man, is she pissed!
"So, do you still see your brother?"
I’m sorry, Frank.
That was uncalled for. I didn’t mean that.
It’s all right.
[tea kettle whistles]
[whistling continues]
[whistling gets louder]
[clock ticking]
Just for this though, all right?
Not whatever he gets.
[door opens]
Give me the money, man!
Give me all the money, man.
You! Fucker!
Give me all your cash!
Didn’t you hear me?
I’ll blow your fucking head off.
If you’re gonna shoot me, fucking shoot me!
Are you fucking crazy?
Where’s the bread, man?
- [glass shatters] - Fucker!
Yeah? How do you fucking like this, you motherfucker?
- You’re fucking dead! - Jonas: Stop!
Robber: Get the fuck off of me!
Stop it, Frank! You’re gonna kill him!
Get the fuck off of me!
Get the fuck off of me!
Get the fuck off of me!
- Get the fuck off me! - What are you doing?
- Get the fuck off me! - What are you doing, man!
Stay the fuck back! Fucker!
Give me the money.
[thunder rumbling]
[rain pattering]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
[laughing]
[fire roars]
Frank: Jake! Jake!
[sirens wailing]
[pounding on windshield]
[sirens wail loudly]
[wings flapping]
My God.
Can you believe this?
Where to start?
Where you been, Jake?
What’s the story, morning glory?
I’ve needed to talk to you, man.
Yeah, I know. What’s up?
And what’s up with you living like a barn animal?
You should be ashamed of yourself. This place is disgusting.
Not now!
Jesus.
I borrowed some money from Fellini, now I got to pay it back.
Sister Mary needed the money to pay off the loan.
They were gonna close the house down.
So, what’s the problem?
I got to steal the money to pay it back.
Fellini ain’t exactly the understanding kind, you know?
I think he might even have me killed if I screw it up.
Don’t screw up.
Listen, Francis,
come on, give us a hug.
Come on. Big family hug.
Come on, I need one.
Come on, a real hug.
Ooh! Oh, I needed that!
That was great. Was it good for you?
[chuckles]
Francis...
I’m real proud of you.
- Really? - Yeah.
Yeah, you’re handling your situation very well.
But it’s bad to steal.
So?
You’re bad.
You know that.
Besides, it looks good on you.
Cheeky monkey.
[wings flapping]
♪ ♪
[mouthing]
Okay, motherfucker, give it to me!
What did you say? Who am I?
Never you mind, asshole!
Whore!
[chuckles]
♪ ♪
[grunting]
[exhaling sharply]
Okay, motherfucker. Give it to me!
[chuckles] What did you say?
Who the-- who am I?
[chuckles]
Okay, motherfucker, give it to me.
What did you say?
Who am I, asshole?
Never you fucking mind...
who I am.
Me.
[laughs]
♪ ♪
Our Father, who art in Heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven.
- Give us this day... - [knocking]
I’ll be right there.
[sighs]
[knocking]
Yeah, I’m coming.
[softly] Come on, Jonas.
You can do this.
- [knocking continues] - I’m coming!
[mouthing]
[clears throat]
[indistinct chatter]
Bouncer: You need to go this way.
[crowd chatter intensifies]
Those guys gave me some fucking money! What’s wrong with you guys, man?
[electronica song playing]
♪ This is all happening ♪
♪ This is all happening ♪
♪ This is all happening ♪
Shot?
- Shot? Shot? Shot? Shot? - Woman: Sure.
Two for you.
Jonas: Alright! Let’s do it up!
- Cheers. - Frank: Cheers, everybody.
- Jonas: Cheers. - Woman: Thank you.
- Thank you! - Frank: No problem.
- [woman sighing] - [Jonas groans]
Woman: Oy. Have a good night.
Jonas: Thank you.
♪ This is all happening ♪
♪ This is all happening ♪
♪ This is all happening ♪
[music changes]
How’s it going?
Not bad. How ya doing?
It’s my first time here. Is it always this busy?
Yeah, especially on a Saturday night, ya know?
What are you? Security?
Yeah.
How many of you guys are there?
Just me and the guy you saw in the front.
Hey. You wanna buy a Life-Saver for five bucks?
She’s getting married, and this is her stag.
Whoa, uh, what are you talking about?
This-- [giggles] this drunk,
- but very sexy girl... - Woman: Mm-hmm.
...is getting married tomorrow.
You know...
it’s a really cool crowd that comes here, isn’t it?
Yeah. Pretty cool crowd.
You know, I’ve always been curious about the bar business, huh?
Yeah, like every other guy that comes in here.
I guess so, yeah.
Like how many people are working here tonight?
Well, you know, it started off with 12,
but the kitchen’s closed now,
so I think there’s around nine left.
- That many? - Yeah.
Well, they seem really nice.
The people that work here, they seem really nice.
You with me so far?
- I-I-- So far, yeah. - [drunken giggling]
Now, for five dollars...
you can buy a Life-Saver off her shirt.
- Okay. I see. - Right on!
- Whoo! - [laughing]
- I know, I know. - Right on.
Don’t be shy.
[women squealing]
[cheering]
Hey, five bucks.
Awesome.
- Whoo! - Thank you.
It must be a really late night for you guys.
No, you know, we’re usually out of here by 3:00. Excuse me.
[mouthing]
Okay, are we ready or what yet?
- Are we ready yet or what? - No, no, no, not yet, not yet.
- Just... - But when?
Like what? So what’s the problem?
No, you can see why she’s pissed off.
No, I can’t. What did I do?
Oh, don’t bullshit around.
- You don’t even call her. - Crap! I called her yesterday.
Okay, he did. He called.
But you should make more of an effort. You should.
Like any effort would be enough for a woman.
- Oh! - What?
- It’s-- come on. It’s so true. - [laughing]
You know, if, uh, if you wanted to hang out for a minute,
I can, uh, give you a lift home.
- You live in my area. - I never told you where I live.
Doesn’t matter.
- It’s all my area. - [chuckling] Really?
Yeah, or you know, we can go somewhere
a little more comfortable and hang out.
Like my place?
Yeah, okay.
- We’re in, we're out. It’s over, man. - Holy shit!
Do you always use two papers?
- Or can you use one, man? - Two.
Why?
I don’t know. You just do.
- Alright. - This place was fucking rocking tonight, man.
I know. It was really busy tonight.
Okay.
I’ve got some stuff to do in the back, alright?
- Do not smoke that till I get back. - Alright.
Okay, right now, man. Right now.
We’re ready, alright? Alright?
We’re in. It's out!
We’re in, we're out. It’s over man, alright?
- Let’s go! - Let’s go. Yeah.
[tapping]
Christ.
This is bullshit. I haven’t sat down once the whole night.
Stupid fucking people!
- We’re closed. - I know.
I-I left my credit card at the bar.
I just want to pick it up.
- I don’t remember you. - I was here all night, man.
I was talking to your buddy with the dark hair, slick back.
He’s hangin' in the back there.
Hey, do you recognize these two guys?
Yeah, man, I recognize him.
Come on, man, don’t make me come all the way back here.
I live in the suburbs. I just wanna get my credit card.
- Alright. Just one of you. - Alright.
Thanks, man.
- I’ll be right back, alright, Jonas? - Alright, sure.
- [knocking] - Bouncer: Open up. It’s me.
- Hi. - Hi. This guy forgot his credit card.
- Marie: Okay. - Bouncer: What was your name again?
Get the fuck in there before I blow your fucking head off.
Get over there! You, come here.
Come here. Let my friend in. He’s at the door.
Jonas, get the-- where the fuck’s your gun, man? Get your gun out.
- What’s the matter? - Quick! Press the silent alarm.
- I think we’re being robbed right now. - Where?
- Woman: Forget it! - Woman 2: Oh my god.
- What do you guys want? - Don’t get fucking stupid with me, man.
You know what the fuck I want.
Get over there. Let’s go! Over to the couch.
- Watch him, Jonas. - Let’s go!
If you go for a fucking gun in that desk, I’ll blow your fucking head off.
- I-- I don’t have a gun. We want to cooperate. - Go!
Alright, you guys got a garbage bag or something I can use?
- A bag! I need a fucking bag. - No, no.
We threw them out. It clutters the office.
Fucking great.
Watch him, Jonas!
I got him. I got him.
[phone rings]
- Who the fuck’s gonna answer that? - Someone out there will get it.
It’s probably someone's boyfriend or girlfriend.
All right.
- Leave it alone! - Okay.
128!
Alright. Where’s the rest of the money?
Do you know who owns this place?
Ask me if I give a fuck.
My dad does, and you guys just fucked up big time.
Yeah. My dad’s bigger than your dad.
Marie, keep quiet, okay?
Alright, for the last time, where’s the fucking money?
- It’s in there! - Get it!
Come on. Let’s go.
Open it.
Get out of here. Fuckin’ sit down.
Watch him, Jonas.
What are we gonna do?
Just wait for the cops, I guess. I don’t know.
Frank: Watch ’em, Jonas. Watch ’em good.
I think we should let everyone know what’s going on.
I don’t know. I can’t think straight.
I think we should just wait and let the cops handle this.
[tires screeching]
Hey, is there any more money?
No, that’s everything.
- You sure? - Yeah, that’s it.
- Holy fuck. - What?
Fuckin’ cops all over the place out there, man.
Oh, shit. What are we gonna do, Frank?
We’re gonna fuckin' stay cool. That’s what we're gonna do.
Alright. Okay.
Alright, let’s go. We’re going to the back.
- Okay, let’s go. - We’re gonna take 'em to the back. Let’s go.
Let’s go! Come on!
Stop.
Anybody in here?
Alright.
Let’s go!
- What’re you doing? - We’re robbing the place, that’s what.
- It’s your funeral, man. - What the fuck did you say to me?
- Don’t shoot me. - If you don’t hurry up, I will.
Come on, let’s fucking go.
Let’s fucking go!
I-- I can’t piss.
Come on. Alright, everybody, this is a robbery.
Everybody stay calm and cooperate,
and nothing’s gonna happen to ya.
You get out of line, you’re gonna get shot
either by me or my mad-dog killer friend here.
Alright, I want everyone down by the bar here.
Come on!
Now fuckin’ move!
Alright.
We’re gonna march over to these couches, alright?
Let’s go, come on! Let’s go! Fuckin' move!
Come on.
I’m not fuckin' around here. Let’s go. Come on.
Sit down. Bring those stools over. Come on.
Alright. This is the situation.
Alright, there’s cops all over the fuckin’ place outside.
So you guys are now my hostages, alright?
Hopefully this problem’s gonna get resolved sooner than later.
Now, I don’t know how the cops found out about us,
or how they know we’re here,
but we are gonna find out.
And when we do, the guilty party’s
gonna suffer huge fuckin’ consequences.
Alright, Jonas, take this kid up front.
Get him to close the front blinds, and the curtain at the front.
- Why me? - Cause I fuckin’ said so.
Now, fuckin’ move! Go!
Hey, make sure he’s in front of you.
Just in case they try to shoot, they’ll get him instead of you.
Alright. Let me say this fucking once.
Anyone steps out of line, they’re gonna get fuckin' shot.
Alright?
[whispers] Fuck.
Don’t shoot. We don't know who’s closing those blinds.
[phone rings]
If it’s somebody's friend, tell ’em they left.
- [phone rings] - Go ahead.
128, how can I help you?
This is Lieutenant Brass. Who am I speaking to?
Uh, I’m one of the waitresses here. I work here.
Brass: Is everyone all right in there?
Yes, everybody’s fine.
A little bit frightened, but that’s about all.
Okay.
We’re gonna try and alleviate the problem as soon as possible.
Can I speak to one of the gunmen please?
Sure.
[whispers]: It’s the cops from outside.
They want to speak to one of you.
[whispers]: Thanks.
[normal voice]: Yeah?
This is Lieutenant Brass. Who am I speaking to?
You can call me Snake.
Okay, Snake.
Listen.
I want to solve this problem
as cleanly and simply as possible.
If you guys give yourselves up now, we’ll take it easy on you.
[sighs] Listen here, Brass.
I’m gonna shoot one person while I got you on the phone.
And every half hour you keep me in here,
I’m gonna shoot someone else.
Listen up, Brass.
- Holy shit! - [gunshot]
Got the message now, pig?
Time’s not on your side.
He’s bluffing.
You guys-- you guys don’t have anything to worry about, okay, if you all cooperate.
We need each other, alright, to get out of here,
so, just be cool.
Right? Everybody’s cool.
Everything’ll be fine.
- Okay? What are we gonna do? - Look, I’m sorry, everybody. I’m sorry.
I don’t know what the fuck we’re gonna do, man. I don’t know.
Alright.
Let’s just chill out. Let’s just fuckin' chill out for a minute here.
What’s our plan, Lieutenant Brass?
Go change your fuckin’ diaper and let me think.
[mouths]
[dialing]
[line ringing]
[phone ringing]
Fellini.
Mr. Fellini, Lieutenant Brass here.
We got ourselves a problem.
Someone’s trying to rob your Club 128.
What exactly do you mean by "trying"?
Well, they’re actually in the club right now...
and it’s turned into a hostage situation.
Is my daughter in there?
I don’t know. They weren’t cooperating on the phone.
I don’t even know how many guns there are.
That’s why I'm calling you.
Get somebody to call there, get your daughter on the phone,
get some of these questions answered.
I’ll see what I can find out.
Brascoe: Michael, what is it?
[phone rings]
Hey, come here.
Here. Take that.
128, can I help you?
Okay. Hang on a second.
It’s Marie's father on the phone.
He’d like to speak with her.
Okay, go tell her.
Put the phone down, go tell her.
Stay in your seat, alright?
It’s your dad.
- Make it snappy, alright? - No problem.
Hello, Dad?
Are you all right, princess?
Yes, we’re all fine.
Fellini: How many guys are in there with you?
Marie: Uh, there’s two.
- Do they both have guns? - Yes.
How many hostages are there?
Uh, there’s about 12 or so all together.
Hey, let’s go. Come on.
Don’t be scared, baby.
I’m gonna get you outta there. I love you.
Yeah, I’m not worried, Dad. I love you, too.
Let me talk to one of the scumbags.
- Hello? - I don’t know who you are,
but all I can tell you is you are incredibly fucking stupid.
You are also a walking fucking dead man.
Oh, yeah? Who the fuck is this?
My name is Michael Fellini.
Just in case you don’t know, let me explain.
I own this fuckin’ town!
That girl I spoke to is my daughter.
If you harm one hair on her head,
I’ll kill your whole fucking family
and everybody you know. Understand?
You just give yourselves up.
Because that’s your safest option at this point.
God forbid, I get you first.
You give yourselves up, and I’ll let the cops handle it.
You take my money,
you fuck with my family,
and you’ll be paying long after you’re dead,
which will be today. Understand?
Alright. Just-- just go sit down.
Do you know who owns this place, Jonas?
Jonas: No, who?
Fellini, that’s who.
We’re fuckin' dead.
What are we gonna do?
I’ve had a feeling about this.
These guys don’t know what the hell they’re doing.
- [scoffs] Marie! - No, I’m serious.
There’s something really weird going on about this.
You know, at this particular moment,
I don’t know what we’re gonna do.
When he finds out it’s us,
we’re worse than dead, man.
- Um? - What?
Look, we all know what’s going on,
and we know who that was on the phone, and, uh,
I was just wondering, do you guys want a drink or something?
- Scotch. - Scotch.
Oh, man.
I can’t think right now.
Look, I-- you know, I need some time alone, alright?
I’m just gonna go use the can. Keep a close eye on everyone.
Yeah, sure, Frank. Don’t worry about it.
I’ll-- I'll watch them all.
Thanks.
I’ll be back. I'll be back.
You okay, Frank?
[phone rings]
Lieutenant Brass, here.
They got 12 hostages in there,
and they got two guys with guns.
One of the hostages is my daughter.
What are you gonna do about it?
Brass: 99% of hostage situations result in surrender.
The best way to encourage surrender
is to offer no way out.
We’re calling in the SWAT team.
Don’t bother, you fucking moron.
Keep this low profile.
You got two hours to get my daughter safely out of there.
Otherwise, you’re off my payroll
and in a lot of pain.
Are you threatening an officer of the law?
No. I’m not threatening an officer of the law.
I’m promising a fucking asshole.
Brass: Mr. Fellini...
- Lieutenant. - Fuck off!
[breathing heavily]
[whimpering]
[distorted] Jake, Jake. Jake!
[sobbing]
What am I gonna do, Jake?
Well, what’s the story, morning glory?
This is Fellini’s place.
Holy shit.
That bitch has his hand in everything.
He owns this whole town, right?
Okay, Francis.
We got to look at this problem in a systematic way.
What are your options?
One thingy-dingy, you can use that
little Italian girl out there to get away, right?
Yeah.
Yeah, we could get away temporarily.
That wouldn’t be too difficult.
But?
But Fellini, he’d get us.
Sooner than later.
Ooh. That doesn’t sound too attractive.
No.
We could surrender.
Fellini’s got a lot of contacts in the joint.
He’d get us there too.
Well, looks like you picked the wrong guy to rob, Frankie.
So you got to face reality.
You’re already dead, so there’s nothing to fear.
- Am I losing my hair? - What do you mean?
I mean, it’s not supposed to be like this.
No, about this! I mean, what do you mean about this?
Oh, I mean, if you go out in a blaze of glory
with headlines and everything,
you’ll help the cause. You won’t die in vain.
I don’t know if I want to die, Jake.
Francis, I love you,
but you’re going down.
There’s no way out. Not this time.
I’m afraid, man.
But, Francis, you’ll be with me all the time. It’ll be great.
And I think you know, there are worthier lives than yours.
Oh, shit. I gotta go.
Manicure. He’s a dish.
[wings flapping]
No, Jake! Wait! Wait a minute!
Jake. Jake!
- [pounding] - [fire crackling]
What?
- Who’s Jake? - That’s his dead brother.
What?
Well...
seeing that we’re gonna be here for a while
and, well, you know that none of us are gonna fuck with you...
maybe you wouldn’t mind if we went over and shot some pool or something?
Sure.
Just don’t fuck around, okay?
No, we won’t. Who wants to play?
Sure, I’ll play.
- You playing? - Woman: Okay.
Bouncer: Okay.
We’re gonna need one more person if we play doubles.
Alright.
- You in? - No, I’m gonna stay here.
Well, I’ll play if nobody else wants to.
Alright, let’s go.
Yes?
You’re Jonas, right?
That’s Frank?
- Yeah. - The fuck are those people doing over there?
- Oh! [laughing] - Playing pool.
Yeah, I can see that. Why?
Nah, fuck it.
Guys, can I go to the bathroom? I really have to go bad.
You take her, Jonas. Make sure you go in there with her, okay?
- Leave your purse here. - I just have to get my lipstick.
Frank: Okay.
I thought you said you had to go to the washroom.
No, I don’t have to go anymore.
You know, you don’t look like a tough, scary guy at all.
- Oh, no? - No, you look really sweet.
[sighs]
What are you looking at?
Nothing.
You see my panty lines?
Can you see them now?
You know what, you can have ’em if you want.
[moaning]
- I’m serious right now, babe. - Oh, you’re su-- sure?
No. We gotta stop this.
Are you sure?
Yeah. [laughs]
Yes. Yeah.
Now. Get back out there now.
Well, okay, lookit. Take these...
give ’em back to me later.
Okay? Okay.
[coughs, clears throat]
Oh my God.
[sighs deeply]
Holy fuck. 5:00 a.m.
[clears throat]
You got lipstick on your face.
[laughing]
Those are underwear.
Holy fuck. Put-- hey! Put-- it’s underwear, man.
Put the fuckin’ underwear away.
Jesus Christ.
You know things aren’t looking too good right now.
Now, the cops-- we’re surrounded by cops.
Fellini’s gonna kill us,
whether we get out of here or not.
And so far our only plan is that we have no plan.
So can you do me a favor?
Can you focus on what the fuck we’re trying to do here?
[phone rings]
Should I get that for you, Frank?
No, it’s okay. It's probably just repeats by now anyway.
Yeah?
Yeah, this is Mr. Fellini.
Can I please speak to the individual that decided to rob me?
This is he.
Fellini: Why are you still there?
Frank: Well, where the fuck am I supposed to be?
Sittin’ like a duck waiting for you to do
whatever the fuck it is you’re gonna do to me?
I want my daughter out of there safely immediately!
Don’t start bossing me around, asshole. I don’t work for you.
Now, if you don’t start acting reasonable,
I’ll just fucking kill her right now.
You know what I mean? Gonna be nice, huh?
Say, "Yes, sir," or she’s fuckin' dead.
Yes... sir.
Good, little asshole.
Now, I think we both know
she’s the only real pawn left here in this game.
So you gotta ask yourself this important question:
How the fuck are you gonna get her back? Huh?
I’ll tell you how.
By making sure I’m either safe...
or dead.
What’s he saying?
Why does it have to be either black or white?
I think you know you made a mistake.
You robbed the wrong place.
Why don’t you let me help you?
Maybe I can come there
and help you get out of there safely.
Why don’t you stop pretending we’re friends?
Alright, I know how you guys operate.
I saw The Godfather.
I know you got connections all over the world
and you won’t stop till you get us.
So in the meantime, Fellini, I haven’t decided what I’m gonna do yet.
- Bye. - [dial tone]
He hung up on me. That fuckin’ little prick hung up on me.
If he sticks his head out of that fucking building,
you blow it the fuck off!
I want that guy fucking dead right away!
Michael, there are fucking cops all over the fucking place.
I don’t give a fuck about the cops!
- I want him fucking dead! - Brascoe: Alright, alright.
I’ll take care of it.
Your dad says hi.
Cop: Did you hear about Barney?
No, what about him?
He banged that new parking chick.
- What? The one with the ass? - Indiscriminate.
What a dog.
Fuck. We’re always pulling this fucking shit.
Yeah, it’s cold, but what can you do, man?
It’s a paycheck.
Sarge ain’t looking over our shoulder. It’s not bad.
It’s cold.
[no distinct dialog]
Jonas...
[yawns] Thanks, man.
So? What-- what are we gonna do, Frank?
I’ll tell you in a minute. Alright, everybody come on over.
I wanna-- I wanna talk to all of you guys.
Hey, wake up. Come on. [claps]
- So what are we gonna do, Frank? - I’ll tell you in a minute.
Hey, grab a beer. Help yourselves, everybody. This is for you guys.
So, what are you gonna do?
Surrender?
Yeah. Yeah, I am.
What?! What are you talking about, Frank?
You can’t do that!
You said it yourself. We’re as good as dead if we go out there.
We are as good as dead, Jonas.
In the meantime, I’m gonna go surrender.
You’re gonna get away with the money.
How are we gonna do that?
With the help of these people right here.
- What?! - Hear me out.
Alright, we know we fucked up by stealing from Fellini.
We didn’t know this was his place.
As a matter of fact,
we were robbing this place to pay him back money we borrowed off him.
We needed the money...
for this foster home that we grew up in.
The home had some debts
and ran the risk of being shut down.
There’s a woman there.
There’s a woman there that put her life on the line for us.
She raised us.
And I want this money to go to her.
I want Jonas to get away long enough...
to get the money to her.
Frank, can I talk to you in private?
Yeah. Sure.
I’ll be right back.
I had no idea you knew my father.
Well, I wouldn’t exactly say we’re friends.
As a matter of fact, I think he wants to kill me.
I could talk to him about this.
I think he would understand you made a mistake.
I don’t know.
I don’t think in this case.
He-- he can’t lose face like that.
Well, it can’t hurt to try.
I mean, I think if things were different--
Things aren’t different.
But I appreciate what you’re trying to do.
I don’t particularly think you’re doing such a bad thing.
I mean, I don’t think you’re a bad person.
I am. It’s okay though.
None of these people are bad.
You’re not a bad person, but things are what they are.
- I don’t know what to say. - Say you’ll help me do this.
Do this one good deed.
Frank: It’s cool.
So how do you intend for Jonas to get away?
Out that door right there.
There’s a 12-foot wall out there.
What other way is there?
Well, if you get the ladder to go up to the first part of the roof,
and-- and then if you scale the fence,
you can get out through a neighbor’s backyard.
What about you, Frank?
I’m going out the front door with a white flag.
[scoffs]
[chuckles]
Well, I’m not into this, man. This is bullshit.
How am I supposed to go out that door?
- There’s probably cops out there. - Yeah.
And you can use a couple of these people
to get away until you’re in the clear, man.
You’re gonna get away.
Come on. Who wants to help Jonas get away?
Who’ll volunteer to go out with him?
I’ll go with you, Jonas.
- Yeah, I’ll help. - See?
- You’re gonna get away. - What about me, Frank?
Huh? I’m not into this, man.
It’s bullshit!
I didn’t sign up for this.
Jonas, don’t be stupid, man.
This is the only chance for you to get away. Don’t fuck it up.
I’m afraid.
Don’t be.
You’re gonna get away. You’re gonna get away.
Okay, is everybody ready?
Alright, Jonas.
You guys got to get over to the door
and get ready to make a move here.
Here.
Don’t forget to get me out, alright?
Alright?
I will.
Good luck.
Jake: See, you gotta face reality.
You’re already dead.
So there’s nothing to fear.
[police radio chatter]
Brass: Drop the gun.
Drop your weapon immediately!
Drop the gun, asshole!
Jake: Francis, I love you.
But you’re going down.
Brass: Lose the gun!
Drop the goddamn gun!
- [gunfire] - Frank!
No, no. Come on!
- Wait here! - Jimmy!
Frank! [sobs]
[gunfire]
- Freeze! - Don’t shoot, don't shoot.
- Freeze! - Put the gun down.
Put it down!
There are worthier lives than yours.
[grunts]
[sobbing]
Princess...
did you see where the other guy went?
Did he get away with my money?
Princess, did you see where the other guy went?
Does he have the money?
Brascoe: If you tell us where the money is...
you might get to live.
Fuck you.
You know, you’re not gonna win any awards for enduring pain.
And that is exactly what you’re gonna get
unless you tell us what we wanna know.
Doesn’t matter to me.
- I don’t know nothing, man. - [chuckles]
We could do this all day.
Just fuck off.
Hold him still. I don’t want any blood on my shirt.
- [snick] - [Jonas screams]
[whimpers]
Where’s the money?
[sobs] I don’t know.
Again.
Where is the money?
[crying]
Hey, Jonas.
It’s not polite to point.
[laughing]
[screams]
Oh, fuck! [whimpers]
Holy shit!
Fuck! Fuck that.
[shouts]
The money, the money! Give me the fucking money!
- I have to call you back. I have a customer. - The money! The money!
- I have to go. Okay. - Come on! Give me the money!
- Open the cash! Come on! - What, you want my money?
Open-- yes! I want the-- open the cash!
It’s no problem. I give you my money.
Here. Here. Take my money. Come on.
What’s the matter? My money not good for you?
You don’t want my money?
What’s the matter with you?
My money’s good as anybody’s money.
Come on! Ha ha ha.
Come on, funny boy. Come here.
What’s the matter? You chicken?
[clucking]
Man: Come on, let’s go.
Jake: So what’s the story, morning glory?
You headed east?
I gotta get the fuck outta Dodge.
That is precisely where I’m headed, sugar.
Hop in.
Oh, do you like my nails?
I just had ’em done.
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♪ So if you ask me should you leave here ♪
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♪ If you do ♪
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♪ I give you my best ♪
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♪ If you do ♪
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♪ The lips you bash ♪
♪ You let me fall in love with you ♪
♪ If this could help us ♪
♪ Could you make me? ♪
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