Lucky Day (2019) - full transcript

My mama had always told me

that my papa was an astronaut.

He was on a long voyage

to Mars and back,

and that one day soon,

he'd return.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Get up, get dressed,

get ready for chow.

I was sad that he was gone,

and didn't understand

why he'd leave me and my mama.

If you had given me

a million years to ponder,

I'd never guess

that the trip he was on

wasn't through the vastness

of space in a tiny capsule,

but in a 6-by-11 cell,

here in the great state of California.

For two whole years,

he missed me grow up,

not by choice, but by design.

But then, one lucky day in December

of my eighth year on this world,

he came home.

And even now, looking back

through all the chaos

and violence of that day,

through all the blood and carnage,

it seems little more

than a distant dream.

One, two, zero,

18, 14, roll it up.

But the dream

was really happening,

and it was to change

the path of my life forever.

What would you like to do first?

Yes!

- Oh, my God. Okay.

- Oh, my God.

Ohh!

Oh, oh, oh!

Okay.

Oh, baby.

Oh, baby,

I missed you so fucking much.

I missed you.

I missed you so much.

Air France Flight 66,

now arriving

from Paris Charles de Gaulle.

Next.

Purpose for coming to the United States,

Mr. Chaltiel?

Uh... Business...

Pleasure...

Well, which one is it?

A little bit of both.

I take pleasure in my business.

And what kind of business

are you in?

Retirement planning.

Is there a problem, Officer?

According to the computer,

you were recently removed

from an INTERPOL no-fly list.

It was a computer error.

It made my life a living hell.

I know what you mean.

We had a 10-year-old kid

show up

on our watch list yesterday.

Still, I'm afraid

I'm gonna have to ask you to...

Welcome to the United States, Mr. Chaltiel.

Next.

Mon Dieu.

You really had a lot stored up.

I don't think I've ever

seen so much in one time.

Well, I hope you've never seen

more than that at one time.

It was two years' worth.

- It must've been a full liter.

- Yeah, well,

I did think about you

every day and every night.

Oh, that's so sweet.

And also... kind of gross.

Next time, just use your hand.

There's not going to be

a next time, honeybun.

There better not be...

Redmond, no more shortcuts.

You have too much to lose, okay?

Baby.

Please think of me.

More importantly,

think of your daughter.

Honeybun, you and Bumble Bea

are all I think about.

- Je t'aime.

- Me, too.

Papa! Papa! Papa!

Sweet Bumble Bea,

look how big you are!

I missed you so much.

I don't know what you just said,

Bumble Bea.

When did you start

speaking such good French?

You've been away for two years.

And she didn't exactly

take it well.

I put her in a lycée français,

and now she refuses

to speak anything but French.

You only speak French now,

Bumble Bea?

- Oui.

- You don't want to speak English with Papa?

Non.

That was English.

But we don't live in France.

We live in America.

People speak English here.

Blah!

- Beatrice.

- I think I understood that one.

So, this is my real punishment.

You did this to yourself.

Hey, welcome back.

- Lolita. So good to see you.

- Nice to see you too.

Oh, Bumble Bea,

I'll be out in a second.

- Welcome back.

- Good to see you, Lolita.

- Uh, Honeybun?

- Hm?

Is it just me,

or did you teach our Mexican nanny

to speak better French

than I do?

First of all,

Lolita is like family,

and we barely have any money,

so she stayed

in exchange for learning French.

And she loves Beatrice.

Second of all,

you don't speak any French.

Well, I don't need

to speak any French.

- I speak the language of love.

- Oh. Very fluent, then.

Mmm!

Hey!

Dickwad!

That's my car

you're breaking into.

No, my friend.

You are mistaken.

This is my car.

Like hell it is, Frenchy.

You think I don't have eyes?

Huh? I'll call the cops.

You...

You're a car thief.

I am not a car thief.

I am much worse.

♪ You are the one

you make it happen ♪

♪ You're going to make a stand

Make a stand ♪

♪ Ba-la ba-lap

Bop ba-ba-da-ba ♪

- Hey.

- Whoo!

Damn, son.

Check out my boy.

Park this car for me.

- Damn.

- Motherfucker just gave me the key.

Whoo-whoo!

You know what they say

about men from Montreal, right?

No. What do they say?

No, please!

- I paid everything. I paid all my...

- Relax.

I'm not here for you.

You're not?

No.

See?

No use in being afraid.

If I was...

you would already be dead.

Yeah.

I guess...

I guess that's true.

It's a metaphor.

He's not talking about... dead people.

Um...

For a moment...

You got me for a moment

you know?

A slight moment,

I thought I was being retired.

But...

Not yet.

Not yet.

Okay.

But if they do

send me for you...

I will do it

so you do not see it coming.

I will make it painless.

Okay.

I don't know what to say.

Thank you.

But, then, why the visit?

I mean, usually they don't send you unless...

I'm in town

on personal business.

I need some...

tools.

Why didn't you

say it immediately?

Tools! Man, yeah!

You've come to the right place. Tools!

Because I'm his tool guy.

That's why he came to me.

Hey.

Yeah! Let's go up to the roof.

Let's... I'm his tool guy.

No.

The ladies.

There you go, mec.

The finest firepower

French South-Central

has to offer.

All clean serial numbers.

The only handguns you have...

are GLOCKs?

Yeah, I know, I know. These fucking

gangbangers, they just want GLOCKs, you know?

I try to carry a variety,

but they just want GLOCKs, GLOCKs, GLOCKs.

"Hey, I want me

a motherfucking GLOCK, yo."

I gave in to market pressure.

Now, it's the only handgun I carry.

The GLOCKs are

de la merde at long range.

You have detonator

for the C-4?

Yeah, sure,

whatever you want. Yeah.

Oh, yeah,

that's a fine weapon for sniping.

Um, the silencer

is whisper-quiet.

That's a... It's 25-times scope.

It's night vision.

It's...

night vision capable.

What... What are you doing?

Fuck!

It pulls to the left.

If you say so.

I'll take the SIG Sauer,

two MAC-11's,

the MK9...

the Benelli...

- Okay.

- ...two GLOCKs de merde...

- ammunition...

- Fine.

- ...eight ounces of C-4 with four detonators.

- Sure.

I also want that girl

you were talking to.

What? Sabine?

She's my girlfriend.

And what is mine is yours.

Mec.

Mm.

It's familiar.

- Oh, yeah?

- Mm.

I wanted to channel

your experience.

That's...

Yeah, that's what I looked at for two years.

Do you like it?

Yeah. Yeah.

Of course. It's...

- It just really captures the...

- Ennui?

Exactly, exactly.

This thing is dripping in ennui.

I want the viewers to feel the jaded

Brechtian ennui of confinement

that contrasts the luxurious

debauchery of vapid freedom.

Well, I'll take "luxurious debauchery"

and "vapid freedom" any day.

I used real cinder blocks

to texturize it

and the same lead paint

that they used at your jail.

Mm, well,

the devil is in the detail.

Honeybun,

I sincerely hope

that you sell

every single one of these,

because I don't know if I want

them hanging in our house.

You shouldn't say that.

This one's not for the show.

It's for you.

I think I'm going to hang it

above our bed.

You know, I'm kidding.

I love anything you make.

I should be lucky

to sell anything at all.

It really has been hard

since you left.

I had to use almost

every dime of our savings

to pay for

Beatrice's education.

It's been very stressful.

Don't you worry, all right?

Papa will provide.

- Oh, really?

- Really, really.

How?

I've got a little rainy-day

stash hidden away.

You're such an outlaw.

No, I'm not, not anymore.

I've got you and Bumble Bea

to take care of.

- So, when's the show?

- Tonight.

Tonight? Tonight?

Today's tonight? Tonight today?

Today, tonight. Yes.

I just got out of the joint,

and I'm, like, I'm really freaked

out by the largeness of the world.

I was hoping we could maybe stay

in and watch a movie or something.

Or something?

Yeah.

Honestly,

I haven't seen a movie in two years.

The dayroom TV was just

permanently shitty sitcoms

and fuckin America's Dumbest videos,

and it did my head in.

Seven o'clock.

Lolita will be watching Beatrice.

I've been working on this for ten months.

It's very important to me.

It would be very important

for me to have you there.

Of course,

I'm going to be there.

And maybe when we get back home, we can...

do something.

If you're good.

But when I'm bad I'm better.

That's true.

Honeybun, I'm gonna

go head down to the shop

and see how badly

Leroy screwed things up.

- Seven o'clock. I love you.

- Love you.

Oh, Fuck!

That's a big fucking dick!

Fuck! Fuck! Oh, give me that dick!

I want your dick, ohh!

You're just gonna let him

humiliate you like this?

What am I supposed to do?

I would kill the bastard

if he did that to my woman.

- In front of you.

- Yeah. In front of you,

as if he's slapping his dick

in your cuckold face.

Fuck the two of you, okay?

Don't you know who that is?

I don't know and I don't care.

Let me kill him for you.

He cannot be killed.

This is Luc Chaltiel, okay?

They call him the Terminator,

because once he's after you

nothing can stop him.

He's like a fucking robot.

He is terminating

your girlfriend's pussy.

You don't get it.

He's crazy.

I am crazy, okay?

But he is crazier!

Did you hear the way he speaks?

You heard his accent?

You know why he speaks that way?

Because he thinks he's French.

Get it?

So better give him whatever he

wants and live to tell the tale.

Chaltiel?

Didn't he have a brother?

Yeah, he did. Killed by the cops.

And they say that's when he...

went nuts, over the deep end.

Now he handles "retirements"

for the Connection.

So just be quiet.

Be nice with him. Huh?

Take a chill pill and don't

rub his fur the wrong way.

Okay?

Baby, yes!

Cum in my mouth!

Cum in my fucking mouth

with that massive fucking dick!

I think they might

be finishing up now?

I would, at least,

consider killing her.

Hey!

Get rid of this for me.

Ohh.

My favorite song.

Jacques, Daniels!

Are you going to introduce me

to your little friends?

Yeah, sure. Um...

This is Pierre,

and this is Louis.

- Guys, this is Luc.

- Oh!

Jacques, you did not tell me

you are running a gay bar.

They're not gay, Luc.

They help me with imports.

They look like

they prefer penis to vagina.

You...

look like the pitcher.

And you look like the catcher.

So, Luc? Uh...

Where's Sabine?

- Who?

- Sabine, my girlfriend.

The one you just fucked

in the toilet.

Oh, her.

Yes.

I cut her throat

when I came to an orgasm.

What?

It avoids

all the uncomfortable

post-coital talk

that is inevitable.

It is cleaner this way.

You...

motherfucking dog!

Excusez-moi?

I don't care who you are.

You come in here, insult us,

fuck and kill his girlfriend,

and then expect...

I expect nothing.

Do you expect something?

Uh... No.

What I want to know is,

did you know that Jacques here

has been embezzling

the Connection?

If no, I let you live.

I just do collections.

Here.

A little higher.

Mmm, to the left.

Mm, I was wrong.

Lower.

Blah!

No, no.

Higher.

No, it's here. Here.

Hm, eh.

No. Lower.

That's enough.

Enough, enough. Enough, enough.

No, down.

Yes.

- I don't know...

- Opening night jitters?

Is it that obvious?

The painting

will be hung perfectly.

- That's all. Take five.

- Oh...

- No, but it's not up yet...

- The painting is perfect.

The opening is going to be

perfect and you are perfect.

You're going to sell

every piece.

- I really hope so.

- Blah!

Hm.

Charming child.

Come with me, Chloé.

I want to have

a private word. Come.

It's not put up.

I need it to be perfect before the show.

- Blah!

- Oh, Beatrice.

Isn't she having fun?

Too much fun, unfortunately.

- Is something the matter, Mr. Blarney?

- Please...

We have been working together

long enough.

You can call me Derrek.

Okay, Derrek.

Is something wrong?

Since you came into my life,

Chloé, no.

Nothing could ever be wrong.

In fact, these last months...

preparing for the show with you,

working hand in hand,

have been some of the happiest

of my life.

Oh. Um...

I love you, Chloé.

I can't repress

these feelings anymore.

Damn being professional!

Damn it all to hell!

- I have to have you.

- My daughter is here and I'm married.

He doesn't love you. No man who truly

loves a woman as incredible as you

would leave you for two years

for something as petty as work.

I know I wouldn't. I would burn

this gallery to the ground for you.

- To the ground!

- That's a little dramatic.

And as for Beatrice, well,

she hardly knows the man.

She can live with us.

Mr. Blarney...

- Derrek.

- I am married.

- I love my husband.

- The fool has had his chance, now it's mine.

He doesn't even have to know.

It can be

an affaire d'amour secret.

I'll settle for hidden love.

Oh!

Make love to me,

my French kitten!

Mr. Blarney, control yourself.

No, no.

No. It feels so good

to finally end

this lie I've been living.

Seeing you, smelling you.

You have no idea the restraint I've used.

No, and I don't want to know.

I have a husband.

And he did not leave us

for work.

The truth is he...

just got out of prison.

Prison?

- What do you mean, "prison"?

- Yes.

He's a criminal.

A hardened criminal.

But you said,

and I quote,

your husband

"was transferred upstate."

He was.

You said, again, I quote,

"He left us alone and having

to fend for ourselves."

What is this?

An inquisition?

- Yes or no? Answer the question!

- Well, it was true.

At the time, it was true.

I don't know what else to tell you,

Mr. Blarney.

But if you lay

a single finger on me,

my husband, he...

he is a very possessive man.

- Is he?

- Mm-hmm. Yes, he is.

He can be very dangerous.

So, I think it's best if we

just forget this ever happened.

I really hope this has no

effect on the show tonight.

- So that's how it is.

- What is?

I've extended

not just my heart to you,

but all of

my professional resources.

I see now

that I have been led on.

- Played...

- No, it's not like this.

I'm very fond of you.

And I'm very grateful

for all of the help and support

that the gallery has given me,

but we must

keep things professional.

Can he support you, Chloé?

Without resorting to crime,

of course.

Can he clothe

your beautiful daughter?

Feed you?

Shelter you?

Offer you a life, a real life,

with success and fame?

Most of all, will he be there?

I'm going to go home

and get ready.

And I'm going to pretend

this never happened.

Prison or no, he left you once,

that's who he is.

He will leave you again.

Have you closely read your

contract with my gallery?

Your retainer is in the form

of a short-term loan.

If the said loan is not covered

within 48 hours after... the show,

I will be well within my rights

to foreclose.

Please don't do this.

We're broke.

I've been living off of

that money for over a year.

Coincidentally,

the same year your husband was gone.

If you walk out that door,

I will,

per the terms of your contract,

exercise my option to take

"adversarial possession."

You better pay up or pray

you sell your paintings.

If...

If you walk out that door.

Hm?

Ah.

♪ Just a prisoner

Of society, society, society ♪

♪ Society, society

Society, society ♪

Honey, I'm home.

The man has returned!

G'day, mate.

What's happening, babe?

- Good to see you, mate.

- You too, man.

Thanks for taking care

of everything.

You know I got you, brother.

Hey, listen,

I just want you to know

that I will reciprocate for that one,

man, that should've been me.

Nah,

it's a quick two minutes.

No, still,

you had more to lose than I did.

Chloé, Bea.

I held down your house for you,

but I still owe you

for that one, man.

All that time you lost. Shit.

Like, for real, I'd...

I'd take a bullet for you, man.

No, mate, don't say that.

You got an open ticket with me.

Thanks, mate.

- Shop looks good.

- Yeah.

Oh, I...

Actually, there is...

- one thing I wanted to ask you.

- Say the word, man.

How come...

Why didn't you come and visit me

when I was in there?

Uh...

Yeah, um, I...

I just...

I wasn't trying to see you

in no cage, man.

Yeah, I wouldn't want to see

you in one either, mate.

You're a good friend, Leroy.

Yeah, about that...

- I don't go by Leroy no more.

- Really?

- No, man. I changed my name a year ago.

- To what?

Le Roi.

- It's the same thing.

- No, it ain't.

It's spelled L-E space R-O-I,

like, "the king" in French.

Franco-phonetically speaking,

it should be pronounced le roi,

but I'm ain't trying

to confuse nobody, not me.

- Get out.

- I know, right.

Fucking Le Roi, man.

How cool is that?

You can't honestly

be expecting people

to walk around

and call you "the king."

But it ain't "the king."

It's Le Roi.

Yeah, not to anyone

who speaks French.

Look, Chloé's down with it.

Everybody calls me Le Roi now.

So I'm just saying.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Yeah, well, not me.

To me you're "Leroy."

Why you gotta

be like that, Red?

Imagine if I started

calling myself "Rouge."

You're using the French pronunciation.

I told you it's confusing.

Now, if they called you "Rogue"

that would be cool, right?

No, it's not.

It was Chloé's idea, man.

Ernesto,

what a delightful surprise.

Surprise, my ass.

You're on supervised probation, dickwad.

You check in with me

and only me.

I was going to.

It's been what?

Four hours?

I mean, can I have a chance

to see my family, my friend,

take a shit,

breathe some free air?

Free air ain't something

you gonna get from me, scumbag.

I'm gonna choke you

day in and day out.

You gonna wish

you was back in the hole.

I still can't fucking believe they

let your squirrelly ass walk.

Motherfucking 50-50 time.

If that was up to me,

you'd have done a full nickel.

Good thing it's not up to you.

Can it, jungle monkey.

I'll dig up some shit on your black ass,

bust you down so hard,

you'll be calling me "Massah."

- Leroy.

- It's "Le Roi."

May I introduce

my parole officer,

the ever-charming

Ernesto Sanchez?

Up against the wall.

You, you put your hands right there,

where I can see them.

Go on, you know the drill.

That's right,

very good, you still remember.

You might as well tell me now

'cause I will find them.

And I will nail you

for it when I do.

You got anything on you?

- No.

- No? You packing a piece?

- No.

- No? You got any smack, pot,

crack, meth,

controlled narcotics?

- No.

- Any benzodiazepines?

OxyContin?

Unprescribed pharmaceuticals?

No, sir.

Ooh.

Fill this.

Test dirty, you're going back.

Seriously, man. He just got out.

You think he's using?

I don't know

what to think, sambo.

Your friend here has a history

with a heroin problem.

Hey, that was

a long time ago.

I was a kid.

I didn't have a family then.

That didn't keep you

from pulling off that gig,

busting that bank vault again.

It wasn't a bank.

It was an investment banking firm,

you know that.

And they're the real

fucking criminals, anyway.

I was essentially

stealing stolen money.

Grand theft is grand theft.

Unless it's Grand Theft Auto.

What'd you say?

It's an inside joke.

This is the whole shop?

All this?

Yeah. What you see

is what you get.

Yeah. It's not much

but it's home to us.

Frankly, I just can't believe

that the court

let you keep this

sorry excuse for a shop.

It's a legitimate business.

Are you a dissenter?

Am I at the center?

- Yeah, I'd like to think so.

- No.

Are you a dissenter?

Dissenter?

Do you mean to cause dissent?

I just misunderstood

what you said, man.

Well, don't misunderstand this.

Fuck you! And keep

that cocksucker of yours shut

'cause I will fill it up

with dicks.

Now, I know you're into

some stinky shit, fire-crotch.

And I'm gonna be watching you.

You make one misstep

and that's a parole violation,

and that makes me

motherfucking happy,

'cause I get to send you upstate

and forget about you.

So no drugs, no guns.

No bitch-ass infractions. You got that?

I got that.

Who's the man?

- You're the man.

- That's right. Because I got the badge.

And all you got

is five years' parole.

That's a long time, Red.

It's going to be hard for a guy

like you to stay clean that long.

You're gonna fuck up.

When you least expect it,

I'm gonna be there.

Have a wonderful day, Sanchez.

Fuck you!

It took every

last ounce of my strength

not to reciprocate

what I owe you

by blowing that motherfucker

a new asshole between the eyes.

Namaste

or the meditative restraint,

but please don't worry about Sanchez,

all right?

He's a cop.

Likes to hear himself talk, that's it.

He lost his wife and kids a while ago.

That's why he so bloody mean.

Anyway.

A couple of years

of playing by the rules...

...then I'm all good.

- After you, sir.

- After you, bro.

Thanks, mate.

Check this out.

What have you got? Ooh!

Romeo y Julieta.

I'm a sucker for a love story.

Cheers, man.

Relax. Kick your feet up.

- It's good to be out.

- That's what I'm talking about.

Acclimate yourself

to the good life again, bro.

I like your ride.

It is pimped. Yes?

- Do you know who I am, ese?

- No.

I like your car.

Let's see.

So...

Where are they?

Fuck else?

Big red.

The old Krueger 88.

That's the one safe

Houdini couldn't crack.

Houdini didn't have

your skills, dawg.

As far as I know,

you're the only dude

to have cracked a Krueger 88.

That was a long time ago,

and I got lucky.

The tumblers hadn't been reset.

It was...

That was more ass

than class, really.

You gonna try it?

- I'm rusty. I'm rusty.

- How are you gonna be in lockup

and ain't take the opportunity

to practice on the locks?

Ain't shit else to do.

I promised Chloé one last score, okay?

That was the deal.

But that's what you do, man.

Birds gotta fly,

fish gotta swim.

You gotta crack locks, bruh.

Do you?

Come on, don't be a pussy.

You know you want to.

All right.

See, that's what

I'm talking about.

If I'm gonna do this, I need silence.

Turn that music off.

G'day.

It's like...

- Like watching fucking da Vinci paint.

- Shh.

Come on, come on, come on.

Fuck.

Yeah. Ain't no thing.

Happens to everybody.

Two years is a long time, man.

It'll come back to you.

Yeah.

Tell me you still got

that key.

Shit, I've done carried

this damn key on me

the whole time

you was inside, man.

That's my man.

There they are.

Six hundred thousand

in 1933 US treasury notes.

- The mother of all takes.

- You know what you're gonna do with your half?

I was in that shithole

for 730 days, and...

I spent this money differently

every single day.

But...

And every day, I spent it

with Chloé and Bumble Bea.

- I hear that.

- What about you?

Mine's going straight to the

investment portfolio, you know?

Low expense ratio,

passively managed index funds and shit.

And to make sure my asset allocation

has global diversification,

I'ma start a strip club.

Wait.

Featuring bubble butts from every nation.

Good to know it's going

back to the strippers.

Hey, man,

I'm just trying to reciprocate.

Right on, brother.

So what you saying tonight, man?

You wanna hit Jet Strip tonight?

Scout some talent?

I'd love to, mate, I would.

But, um...

It's, uh...

- It's Chloé's art show tonight.

- Oh, right.

And I was just wondering,

well, um...

- if you'd come with me.

- Me?

Man, you know I can't stand

that bougie-ass gallery crowd.

Pretentious, know-it-all,

flat-ass society motherfuckers.

Get the fuck out of here

with that bullshit.

You remember what happened

last time I went?

Everyone remembers what happened

last time you went.

- Seriously, man, I can't do it alone.

- You ain't alone. You got Chloé.

She's gonna be off kissing

hands and shaking babies,

and I'll be standing in the corner,

trying not to look like a convict.

Please?

- For our friendship?

- Shit, you really gonna play that card right now?

It's the best card I got.

You know I got you, brother.

Thanks, mate.

- Don't lose that key.

- No, man. I'm gonna keep that safe right here,

right next to my heart.

Pull over the vehicle.

Put your hands

where I can see 'em.

Are you fucking kidding me

with this shit?

Hey!

How may I help you, Officer?

- It is not legal to drive like this.

- Like what?

Lower the vehicle now.

Ah.

One moment.

Let me see.

Hey!

Put that down.

Unit 666 requesting backup.

Officer down! Requesting backup.

Officer down!

Officer down!

We need backup.

Radio this

to your little friends.

Bang!

You are dead.

The Devil! The Devil!

The Devil!

Aww.

I don't get it.

We all give head.

Pancho represents the oppression

in the justice system.

Pancho must give head

because his life depends on it.

Perhaps I get it too well.

Your narrative is showing.

Excuse me.

I don't get it.

I am definitely

not buying anything here.

I just don't like it.

I don't know what's worse,

the art or her outfit.

I detest the entire

"minimalism as faux spiritualism" phenomenon.

- What do you think?

- I think you're a fucking douchebag.

Work clearly displays a capacity

for emotional loneliness.

It has a cautionary subtext.

As if you'd know.

I'll have you know

that I've been collecting art

since the early '90s.

I have a Damien Hirst

in my collection

as well as

an early Sarah Morris.

So unless you have a Jeff

Koons shoved up your ass,

I'd kindly invite you

to suck my balls.

- This isn't an original.

- ...spent the last two years in a bathroom

- rather than a prison.

- Oh, I've seen this.

My dear, let me introduce you to

our most important Chinese buyer.

- But I have to go...

- The reception to your work is on the fence.

If you sell anything,

it will be because of me.

Think about my offer.

This is a woman

who's been left alone.

Abandoned by her husband.

Abused by the system.

Whoa, slow down with that,

brother.

This thing's

real important to Chloé.

Uh, have you seen the people here, mate?

This is fucking bullshit.

Yeah, I know,

but it kept her sane while you were inside.

Gave her hope.

Yeah. Yeah, you're right.

This is Ms. Kok.

Ms. Kok,

pleasure to meet you.

She flew in for the show

all the way from Beijing.

- Oh.

- Congratulations! Your work is very interesting.

Thank you.

But we have many like it

in China.

- Do you know the work of Chang Cheng?

- Um...

I feel that your wall series is very

similar to his wall series from 1994.

In fact, I've got three of those

hanging in my London apartment.

Unfortunately,

they make a lot of bad replicas,

available at the Silk Market.

But yours looks like

fake Chang Cheng.

- But a good fake.

- Mm.

I don't know the work

of Mr. Chang Cheng,

but if you can't

see the difference,

then you also won't be able

to see the details.

So it really doesn't matter.

Have a safe trip

back to Beijing.

Hottie!

She is very innocent

and cute.

- Artists!

- I see it in her work.

It's like One Wants to Fly

Over the Cuckoo's Hut.

- Yes.

- Almost retarded and spastic.

- Oh, well, then you...

- Yes.

You must buy a few then.

Charity! Save the children!

I'm so proud of her.

Yeah, man.

There she is.

Congratulations!

- It's a disaster.

- What?

- There's so many people here.

- No.

They're ripping me apart

like vultures.

They're calling me

a hack and a thief.

But that's my job

in the family.

It's not funny.

They hate it.

I'm sure it's not that bad.

- I hate it.

- Yes, but is it even worth your hatred?

- Oi!

- Ah...

Please. Don't embarrass me.

No, I'm not gonna embarrass you.

I'm sticking up for you.

This isn't a prison yard.

You can't do that here.

You're right.

It is much more cutthroat here.

- Right.

- I'm really freaking out.

I have to go now

before this becomes a bloodbath.

Good luck, honeybun.

I love you.

Okay.

Someone please take her

brush and lock her up in a cell.

Red. Red.

Unbelievable.

- That's my wife you're talking about.

- You have my deepest sympathies.

That's funny.

I'll kill you, mate!

Excuse my friend.

He's had a few too many.

You're a crumb!

- What the fuck is a crumb?

- Come on, man.

"A few too many"?

Whose side are you on, Leroy?

It's Le Roi.

And you can't be getting into fights, bruh.

I won't be

purchasing any art here.

Don't think these lackadaisical

motherfuckers won't call the cops

and throw your ass back

in jail, man.

They'll do that shit.

How's that help Chloé, huh?

God!

You need to

get out of here, man.

Like, just go.

I'll explain it to her.

I couldn't stand there

while someone was

talking shit about my wife.

This ain't even

about you, brother.

It's about Chloé.

It's her night.

Just calm the fuck down

and step outside for a minute.

Ooh, ah.

Finally.

Uh-uh.

You're welcome,

Your Highness. Hm.

Look at this mess.

Look at that.

Hello.

May I help you?

Yes.

I would like for you to help me.

Perhaps...

I have the wrong apartment.

The owner of the house

isn't home. Mister...

You can call me Luc.

I'll wait for them to return.

Excuse me!

You can't come in here.

Excuse me.

You can't come in here.

- No?

- No!

I believe I just did.

You need to leave now

and come back when they return.

But I'm a friend of the family,

in from France

on vacation.

I'm afraid I must insist.

If you must.

Are you a Mexican?

What difference does that make?

None at all.

I was just wondering

where my dear old

family friends are.

And why they have a Mexican woman in

their home while they're not here.

None of your business.

Now, if you don't leave,

I'm going to call the police.

Ahh.

Listen to the red-hot jalapeño

making spicy threats.

Get out!

And what if I don't?

What if I call Immigration

instead?

Yes. This is more like it.

Give it to me,

my red-hot spicy habanero.

Ohh.

You speak français.

The language of love.

You have a little girl.

No.

Red's little girl.

En garde.

Oh. Ow.

Lola. Lola.

Run.

GLOCKs.

Oh, why couldn't she have been

a pop star?

Right.

It's been ten minutes.

- Fuck.

- What the fuck is he doing here?

Shit on a shingle.

Is that Sanchez?

Shit.

Honeybun,

why did you invite my parole officer?

Because he's

a serious art collector.

Did you know that he owns

an original Damien Hirst?

Ah, that defies logic.

And it's beside the point.

The point is,

nothing good can come from him being here.

Well, he is here.

So there's nothing

I can do about it now.

Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Fuck, that was selfish of me.

This is your night,

and I'm here for you 100%.

You all right, honeybun?

This is all such bullshit.

I don't care about any of this.

I don't care about these people.

I just... I did it for you.

And now we're going to be

in debt to Mr. Blarney.

In debt to Derrek?

We are gonna owe fucking Derrek money?

We are broke.

I've spent all the money from the advance.

And none of these paintings

are going to sell. And...

And what? And what? And what?

Tell me, honey.

No. You don't want to know,

trust me.

Yeah, I probably want to know.

- It doesn't matter.

- What? What happened?

Tell me. What?

Did Derrek try and touch you?

I'm going

to fucking kill that...

Hey, you're on probation.

- And the man is within earshot.

- Yeah, good.

Sanchez will hear

it when I crush Derrek's skull

with some

fucking installation art!

Jesus, Red.

Have you learned nothing?

If you abandon us

and go back to prison,

I will divorce you.

You understand me?

- Yeah, absolutely.

- Finito.

I understand. I just...

He's such a fucking creep.

And I was just trying

to defend your honor.

Well, don't.

Just get me out of here before

this becomes a zombie apocalypse.

- Yeah, okay.

- Yeah, it's a little too late for that.

Thank you for sugarcoating it.

Honey, I don't give a rat's ass

if any of these paintings sell.

To tell you the truth,

I don't want any of them to sell.

I want them all

hanging in our home.

Ohh.

I love you but you'll still

have to pay for them.

Well then I can pay for them in kisses.

Kisses will not

help pay the rent.

Honeybun, I told you, all right?

Papa will provide.

I'm going to get my coat.

Okay.

- Sorry you had to see that, man.

- Yeah, man.

Going somewhere?

Home. I'm going home.

Your show is a failure.

I shall have my bank

collect what you owe me.

And you and your miserable family

will be out on the street.

Thank you so much

for all of your support.

I hate what you're going to

make me do.

I can be

an incredibly generous man,

a warm and compassionate lover

and partner.

My husband is here.

But I can also have the capacity

to sever myself from my emotions.

A Blarney family trait,

if you will.

Did you hear that?

Hear what?

Ohh!

If you leave me,

my heart will die.

And there will be nothing left

except cold, dark revenge.

That's all there ever was.

Goodbye, Mr. Blarney.

What kind of man would I be

if I didn't fight for you?

Get out of my way.

No. Hm?

- Lolita? Hello?

- Chloé!

- Chloé!

- What the...

- Derrek!

- I love you, dammit!

Don't you understand?

I love you!

I don't love you.

Chloé!

Get back here right now!

I'll ruin you!

Mama!

- Beatrice!

- Bumble Bea?

Luc Chaltiel?

Oh, shit. Honey, run!

Red!

Everybody, down!

Hit the fucking ground!

Drop it!

Oh, fuck, Jesus.

Don't fucking die, Leroy.

- It's Le Roi.

- I told you, mate, that sounds fucking stupid.

How bad is it, man?

It's fucking bad, brother.

I'm coming to get you,

motherfucker.

Oh, no.

Bubble butts.

- What was that?

- Spread it around.

To bubble butts?

We gotta reciprocate, brother.

I will. I will.

I promise. I promise.

I love you, bro.

Just go.

Red!

Oh, shit. Oh, thank God.

Oh, thank God. Oh, my God.

- Beatrice, what are you doing here?

- You need to get out of here!

- This is your fault!

- You brought him here!

Tell me if there's

another way out of here.

It's the only way out.

It's locked for security reasons.

- Out of the way, hon.

- Get down!

Not on my watch, motherfucker.

- Where is the car?

- It's at the corner!

Okay, Bumble Bea. Now strap in.

And keep your head really, really low.

Oui, Papa.

- Keys!

- Maybe I should drive?

I'm a better driver than you.

And you are

a better shot than me.

Yeah, you're right.

Of course I'm right.

Wait, hold on a minute.

What do you mean "shot"?

There's a Lady Derringer

in the glove box.

- Lady who?

- Le Roi gave it to me for self-protection.

Um...

Honeybun, the bad guy is coming.

Let's get the fuck

out of here, eh?

- Shoot the gun!

- Yeah, right.

Do I have to

do everything around here?

Where is he?

Where the fuck did he go?

You blew out

my fucking eardrums.

Shit. I'm sorry, honeybun.

I can't hear your apology

because I'm deaf now!

Who is that man?

And why is he trying to kill us?

What? What is that look?

What look?

That guilty look.

What is it you're not telling me?

His name is Luc Chaltiel, okay?

And he is pretty much

at the top of the mob's

psychopath totem pole.

His brother is the one who died

during the investment bank job

I did time for.

So what?

He is looking for revenge?

Among other things, yeah.

Oh, great.

Other things?

What other things?

Probably the bearer bonds.

What bearer bonds?

From the investment bank job.

I thought they were destroyed.

I... You told me that you got

off light with only two years

because they were destroyed.

Yeah, well, not all of them,

okay? And I lied.

And fucking why not?

- This money is our ticket out.

- Mm, great.

That's just great, Red.

You made me a promise!

Do you know what that is?

- Yes, honey.

- A promise! Do you?

It's a guarantee or an assurance

that one will do a particular thing

or that guarantees

a particular thing will happen.

Just because

you've been sitting in jail

with enough time on your hands

to read the dictionary

doesn't mean you know

what the definition means.

You're right, honeybun.

I'm sorry.

- How much?

- What?

How much is it worth?

It's our entire future.

How much?

- Our cut is 500,000.

- Dollars?

Yeah, I mean, tax free.

It's all ours.

You said it was just a stash.

This is the stash.

This is not a stash.

- This is hot money.

- Look, it's our ticket out of here.

And it's the only ticket

we've got. It's the reason

I spent the last two years

away from you and Bumble Bea.

And I'm gonna make damn sure that

wasn't a fucking waste of time!

- Why are you yelling at me?

- Because I love you.

Where is it?

It's at the shop.

We need to get it.

I agree.

Sit tight, honeybun.

I'll be back in a few minutes.

You've got to be shitting me.

What is "a few minutes"?

A few minutes. I don't know.

Long enough to open the safe

and get the bonds in a gym bag,

and I'll be back.

A gym bag?

Or a suitcase, whatever.

It doesn't matter.

Look, Leroy gave me the master key,

so I won't be long.

Go. And be quick about it,

please.

Don't zone out

like you always do.

You're beautiful

when you're serious.

- Red, you're still standing there.

- Shit. Right.

Keys.

Thanks, honeybun.

Okay.

♪ Money, money, money, money ♪

You really

were the king, brother.

Okay.

We will sail today.

- Bumble Bea?

- Papa!

Bumble Bea, what are you doing?

Honeybun!

Take Beatrice and go.

If you run, I will shoot you.

Excusez-moi.

Maman!

It's gonna be all right,

honeybun.

Get your hands off of me.

It's okay.

This is a nice place you have,

Red.

Long time no see, mate.

It has been a long time.

Yeah.

So...

what the fuck, Luc?

Red, Beatrice.

Sorry. Sorry.

You killed my brother.

Now, it is my pleasure

to kill you

and your entire family.

Now, hold on a second.

Now, hold on, mate.

Is that what this is about?

Mate, you've got it all wrong.

Mate, the job went south.

The cops showed up.

I mean, everything went to shit.

And your brother started

acting a little...

You know?

You know what he was like.

I didn't kill him.

The cops did.

- You lived.

- What, so I've gotta die just because he dies?

That's not fair.

We know the risks.

And the cards fell

where the cards fell.

Your brother,

he went down in a blaze of glory.

You'd be proud.

It was just like he lived.

And no disrespect, but...

I had other plans.

I got a family, a wife...

a daughter.

I just got out of the joint, mate.

Literally this morning.

- I know.

- You know?

I have waited two years for you

to be released from prison,

where I could have

had you killed.

But this would have been

inelegant.

"Inelegant."

I wanted to see you myself.

And now...

that it is here

in front of my eyes...

it is more delightful

than I ever could imagine.

No, no!

Hold on, hold on a second.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Just one...

One second.

Six hundred grand in untraceable

US bearer bonds in this bag.

You can have it all.

And me.

Just leave my family alone,

and it's all yours.

- No, Red, please.

- No, honey, just a second.

I'm negotiating

with this gentleman.

Please. No.

This would not be revenge if I

did not take everything from you.

It would not be...

poetic.

Besides...

it is mine

even if I kill all of you.

Well, I mean, if you're gonna think

about it and logic it out and stuff,

- I guess you're right.

- Red, goddammit, do something!

Oh!

No!

Run!

Your daughter will die

in this safe... slowly.

Do not breathe very much.

You have air

for five minutes only.

Not that anyone

will be able to get her out.

Fuck you.

I give you a little kiss.

Au revoir.

Red!

Red, help!

Red!

Bumble Bea.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck.

Bumble Bea, Bumble Bea,

listen to Papa, okay?

Red, help!

Okay.

I promise, okay?

Sodomy.

Run, honeybun!

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Freeze, motherfucker,

or I will make you dead.

No!

Nice shooting, Sanchez.

Lucky day.

Honeybun!

Oh, thank goodness. Oh, God.

Are you all right?

You okay? Are you okay?

Okay.

Bumble Bea.

- Bumble Bea! It's Papa!

- Beatrice!

Can you hear me?

Are you all right?

- Beatrice!

- Freeze!

- Hands above your head.

- Sanchez, please!

I said,

"Hands above your head."

- You too!

- I am not going to put my hands up.

Lady, I may just be

a parole officer,

but I'm also

a motherfucking cop.

Okay?

I will blow you away

with complete impunity.

So I'm gonna advise you,

put your motherfucking hands above your head,

or I'm gonna shoot you both dead

and call it a motherfucking day.

- My daughter is in there!

- Then just shoot me then, mate.

Okay? Our daughter's in that safe,

she's running out of air.

If I don't crack it right now,

she's dead.

For fuck's sake, Sanchez!

I know I'm in deep shit. I know that.

Just let me crack this safe and you can

throw me away for as long as you want.

Please don't let her die.

No funny stuff.

I'm gonna keep my eye on you.

You've opened

this safe before, right?

Is this an easy safe

to crack, honey?

I've only done it once.

But you've done it.

- Kind of.

- "Kind of"? What the fuck's that mean?

It means if it can be done,

I'm gonna do it.

Now shut the fuck up.

Then stop talking

and fucking do it.

Okay.

I don't hear her.

- It's fine. It's fine.

- I can't hear her.

I'm gonna get her out of here.

I'm gonna get her out. I'm gonna get her out.

Eight, two, four.

Two, four. Two, four.

Bumble Bea! Bumble Bea!

- Oh, oh.

- Oh, my sweet.

Thank you, Papa.

Thank you, Papa.

It's all right, Bumble Bea.

Okay.

Thank you, Sanchez.

Are you okay?

No, Red.

The way I see it...

there's no evidence.

There's no evidence.

There ain't no court

that's gonna

make any of this stick.

You're not gonna bust me?

Really, it ain't a violation

if you've got some crazy madman

randomly attacking you.

Shit. They'll probably even give me a

medal for stopping this rampage, you know?

Put me back on

the fucking streets again.

Thank you so much, Sanchez.

Thank you, Officer.

I got a hard job.

I ain't a cop,

and I ain't a social worker.

And I gotta be both.

There's one thing

I learned about...

in this job, and that's...

when people are in love...

there's a chance.

Well, there's plenty of

parole violations right here.

You better get out of here before I

come to my senses and take you in.

Go on. Get out of here.

We're going home now.

Everything's all right.

Come on, let's go.

I love you, Lolita.

Are you all right, honey?

They are going

to stop our water.

Well, bottled water's

better for us.

At least we're not

being evicted.

No, but we just got the notice.

I mean, did we see ourselves

living here forever?

Right.

Let's just run away.

I don't know

what we're going to do, Red.

With everything we owe...

As cheesy as it sounds,

we have our lives, and we're together.

And, well, that's all

that really matters.

Hm.

Maybe we move back to Paris.

You would do that?

I'd do anything for you.

So is this the end

of the story now, Mommy?

No, I don't think so, sweetie.

Shh, shh. Hey.

- Chloé. Red.

- Mr. Blarney?

It's completely unprecedented,

a phenomenon.

What is?

We sold the entire show.

It was a sensation.

The Chinese bought three.

There was a bidding war

over the largest piece.

It fetched 300,000.

But how?

With cash.

Once people saw

the paintings finished,

well, the offers

started pouring in.

Some over the Internet,

sight unseen. I mean,

the word really spread out.

I mean, it went viral.

So hold on a second.

What do you mean, "finished"?

Well, the blood.

The blood of your critics.

They say

you're the next Jeff Koons.

There's tremendous excitement

over your next show.

I, of course, would...

I would front

a sizable advance.

After all, we do work together

quite well, don't you think?

- It's upside down.

- Mm.

Thank you, child.

There you are.

Now, that is, of course, an advance

on current sales and future earnings.

Good faith, and all.

- Future earnings?

- Mm.

I don't know.

You simply can't

leave me behind, Chloé.

Now, remember,

I took you to where you are now.

- I made you. So you...

- We'll call you, mate.

They're not going

to turn off our water.

The end.

- Ow!

- Ooh!

Two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four...

One, two, three, four...

♪ For your love

I was on fire ♪

♪ Burning flames

Thought you could hide ♪

♪ Couldn't even

Get much higher than this ♪

♪ Splitting, burning,

Flaming fire ♪

♪ Burn me down

Right to the ground ♪

♪ Couldn't, wouldn't even

Get much higher than this ♪

♪ Even if we were to try ♪

♪ Wouldn't that

Just be a lie? ♪

♪ But do we even

Stand a chance ♪

♪ With this bad romance ♪

♪ You and I back in this bed ♪

♪ No Chloé and Red ♪

♪ You and I

Oh, Chloé and Red ♪

♪ What I said

Chloe and Red ♪

♪ In my head

Chloé and Red ♪

Hello, Officer.

Could you take your glasses off,

sir?

Okay.