Rev (2020) - full transcript

- What's going on? You're late.
- I'm here.

Don't worry too much.
It's gonna be okay.

Okay... okay...

I'll tell you
what's wrong with this.

It doesn't work.

So I hold down the FN,
I hit the F5...

Computers.

I thought they'd get me rich.

Thought I'd create a killer app
and retire before I was 20.

Then get paid 200K a year
giving bullshit talks

about what it takes
to be a success.



Yeah, right.

You know what I learned?

No one truly succeds
without friends on top.

And you know who's on top
of any business?

Fuckin' thieves.

The point is, you don't get
rich by following the rules.

You gotta take what's yours.

...the user mode,
'cause I'm a user,

and that's why I think
it's the graphics card,

and I still have
warranty on it.

So you guys
gotta fix it.

Tsk. I'm just gonna
go to the back

and see if we have
another one.

Your ride
is so sick, bro.



It's so... sexy and shit,
you know what I mean?

I wish I had that.

No, man.

You shouldn't.

I mean, what is that?

That's nothing.
What are we doing here?

You should be fucking striving
for something more, you know?

Reaching for the fucking stars
and not...

not settling for what I have
or what anybody else has.

It's a simple life.

No.

You don't get it, man.

- It was that one.
- I see.

- Thank you for your patience again. Sorry again.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Have a great one.
Cheers.

What the heck,
Mikey? Where'd you go?

Smoke break.

You left a customer waiting?
What's wrong with you?

That's the third
customer complaint this week.

D'you even want
to be here?

Mikey, hello!

Hold on.
I'm thinking.

Get out.

You know that moment in your
life when everything is coming together,

everything is clicking,
it's all going according to plan?

That's exactly the opposite
of how I felt.

Anyway, fuck it.
I had a new plan.

Rick. Maserati Rick,
as we call him,

is the first guy
I ever stole a car for.

Hey, Mikey.

He runs Good Guys Motor Sports
in the worst part of the city.

If you want something done fast and
cheap, Rick's your guy.

If you want quality,
you better look elsewhere.

Look what happened.

The fucking shift knob
came off again.

I must've threaded it three
times and it keeps coming off.

Listen, can I talk
to you for a minute?

Yeah, sure.
What's up, kid?

I need cash.

How come every time
I see you, you're broke?

I got expensive tastes.

You shouldn't
overextend yourself.

Look, I was hoping

that maybe I could help you
cop a few cars.

Sure. I like when you
help me out, kid.

No, look. I mean,
like, a lot of cars.

Like a lot, a lot.

Okay, what are we talking about?
One a week?

How about one a day?

Oh, come on, kid!
I wish I could.

- I can't move that many cars.
- Why not?

You know how it is.

You need a fence,
need a network.

I just don't have
those kinds of connections.

Besides, I just make
money from parts.

Okay, look,
why don't we try this?

Let's do...
two a week,

and we'll take it
from there. All right?

Yeah. Okay.
All right.

I was 15 years old
when I stole my first car.

Me and my friend Donnie
skipped school

and spent the entire day
looking for cars to steal.

We'd just watched
Gone in 60 Seconds.

I got one message
for society:

If you don't want
to encourage crime,

stop making movies about it.

The moment I saw that ugly,
grey Toyota Corolla...

I knew it was the one.

Yo!

I don't know why,
but somehow,

I knew that the keys
would be in the glove box.

But that wasn't the craziest
thing I'd ever done.

What are you doing?
Stop!

Can you believe
I got away with it?

What are you gonna do?!

Well, you shouldn't.

That was the first time
I ever stole a police car.

But it wouldn't be my last.

Rick was in the market
for certain types of cars.

Evos, Subarus, Acuras,
that type of thing.

Or perhaps
something like this.

Forged rims? Check.

Upgraded exhaust? Check.

Boost gauges. Probably means
there's a supercharger

or a turbo installed.
That's the ticket.

Step one: Buy a slide hammer.

Step two: blow the ignition
and get the hell out of there.

Step three: profit.

How long have you been
working on this thing?

I'm still working out
the kinks.

Guess what I saw
the other day?

- What?
- A 1965 Shelby GT Cobra.

What? Not an original.

Yeah. An original.

Let me tell you, Mikey.
You get me something like that,

we can make
some real money.

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa!

- Are you serious?
- Yeah, you interrupted me.

I didn't count
properly.

One of the easiest ways
to steal someone's car...

is to simply take their keys
while they're asleep.

- What is it?
- That is a 1965 Shelby GT Cobra.

Just like in Bad Boys.

- One or two?
- What do you mean?

Is the car
from Bad Boys I or II?

There's no Bad Boys I.

There's a Bad Boys
and a Bad Boys II.

Look, we don't enumerate
the first one, right?

Whatever.

It's probably
a replica.

No. I do my homework.

So what do you want
from me?

What do you mean?

You're gonna help me
break into the place.

No. No, no, no.

Fuck that! I'm on...
I'm on probation, man.

- I'm not helping you break into shit...
- Skittles, man.

Do you know how much
that car is worth?

- I'll give you 10%.
- No.

Fifteen percent.

Why are you gonna do
this here, man?

Why don't you just wait
until he takes it out?

Are you sh... That car hasn't
moved from that spot in two weeks

You don't just take a million dollar
car and drive it around the city

- and park it at a fuckin' grocery...
- A million dollars?

- Oh, shit.
- More like 500 G's.

You know what I mean,
though, right?

I'll retire
in Miami.

Just like in Bad Boys I.

Fine. Here,
this is for you.

Wait... wait, wait,
why don't I get the same one as yours?

Man, that's all
they had.

Oh, my G... Have you ever
broken into a house before?

No, that's why
I brought you along.

This fuckin'
stands out.

- Well, do you have your own mask?
- No.

It's gonna look fine on you.
You'll look great.

Okay? Let's
fucking go, man.

Fuck, man.

This is why I don't like doing
work with fucking white people.

Fuck this.

- Come on. Let's go.
- I can do it.

Okay. Got it.

I'll never understand why people
leave their car keys near the front door.

Might as well leave them
in the car.

All right.
I'm out.

- What?
- That's it.

I helped you
get in.

No, no, no, no, that's not it.
I need you.

For what?!

- Push!
- I'm fucking pushing.

- Push harder!
- Fuck you!

All right?
I'm pushing.

Fuck.

When you steal a high-end
car, what you want to do

is let it cool off
in a public space

and come back to it
a week later.

That way, if the car
is being tracked,

they won't be waiting
for you when you return.

- Don't fucking move!
- Get your hands in the air!

- Get out of the car!
- Put your hands in the fucking air!

So I guess the car was
being tracked after all.

You've got some nerve,
stealing from me on Shabbat.

Oh.

That was yours?

See, I didn't know, but, um...
shalom, by the way.

You want me to believe
this was a coincidence?

With your history
of stealing cop cars?

Who would have
thought that a cop

could afford an authentic
Shelby Cobra, right?

What do you guys make?
Fuck, get me a job here.

That was an inheritance from
my father-in-law, you prick.

He passed away
last year.

My condolences.

Honestly.

Evening, Mikey.

I'm Detective Reid,
from the Toronto Police auto squad.

And it looks like you're being
charged with grand theft auto

of a 1965 Shelby
GT Cobra,

with a value well over
$200,000.

- Ooh! Nice car!
- Thank you.

Uh... let's see
what else we've got.

Ah... You're also being
charged with home invasion.

An indictable offense,
which carries a maximum life sentence.

Now, this sentence is
rarely, if ever, enforced.

But for you, Mikey?
We're gonna make an exception.

That was bullshit.

This is no bullshit,
Mikey.

We're talking some serious,
real time in prison.

Yes, you can
fight it.

And we'll appeal.
We can go back and forth,

but trust me, we're going
to do everything we can

to make your life
a living hell.

And given your history?
It shouldn't be that difficult.

- Right?
- Absolutely.

All right, why do you guys
have such a hard-on for me?

'Cause I stole
from Moses over here?

Listen, I didn't know,
I swear to God.

Maybe you didn't know.

Maybe it was
an honest mistake.

What do you think,
Officer Kovitz?

Is there some kind of way that
we can work something out?

I might have
some ideas.

Their idea was
for me to become an agent

and infiltrate one of the biggest
car theft rings in the city.

They wanted me to steal
a Lamborghini,

which belonged
to the ring leader,

and bring it to a chop shop
on 44th Street.

Okay, bring it up,
come on.

Okay, okay.
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!

Okay, look,
just leave it there.

- You Mikey?
- Who else would I be?

Look, I called him.
He's gonna be here in about 30 minutes.

You know the plan,
right?

- Yeah, they told me.
- Okay, good.

So...

- How long have you known me for?
- I don't know, two years?

No, three. It says here
three years.

- Three years.
- All right, three.

- Fuck.
- Yeah, three.

What kind of cars
do you steal from me?

S-Class Mercedes,
mostly.

Uh, high-end
luxury cars.

Okay. Good, good,
good, good.

- Are you nervous? Don't be nervous.
- I'm good, man.

Okay, look, I see you've
got a bit of an attitude.

All right? Don't get cocky with Charlie.
He doesn't like that.

I just need this
to go smooth, okay?

- Just... be cool.
- "Smoothly."

- Huh?
- You want this to go smoothly.

Ok... uh, fuck.

Hey, Charlie.

Yeah, he's here,
it's here...

- You out front? Okay.
- I'll come get you.

Just hang on a minute.

Okay, okay. Be there in five.

Shit. I really need
to go to the bathroom.

- You might wanna put that away.
- Huh?

Oh, shit!

Hi. See?

I went over it,
I gave it a full inspection.

Everything is
in tip-top shape.

It's dirty.

We'll wash it.

- You better.
- Everything.

All right.
So this is the guy.

Yeah, this is Mikey.

I told him it belonged to you.
He-he... he didn't know.

Is that true?

Yeah.

So how'd you do it?

Roy told me you even
disabled the LoJack.

Basic, really.

I used a radio hack to catch the wave
signal when you were locking your car,

and then just played it back
to unlock the doors.

A code grabber?

Yeah, a RollJam.

Go on.

I plugged in a custom ECU
in the diagnostic port,

disabled the anti-theft,
and then all I had to do after that

was upload
a pirate sofware.

Who programmed
the software?

I did.

You?

What are you,
some kind of engineer?

Yeah, I know some code.
Look, are we done here?

I said I was sorry,
I gave you back your car. Can I go now?

You didn't say
you were sorry.

All right, well,
I'm sorry.

Roy!

- Where'd you find this guy?
- Oh, he...

He stole my car
two years ago.

Three years ago.

Keep in touch.

- We good? Okay, good.
- Yeah, we're happy.

And just like that,
I was in.

You gotta admire
a guy like Charlie.

He was a hustler,
a dreamer, a go-getter.

Not even 30 yet,
he had his own shop,

warehouse
and distribution network.

Charlie had
a small team of thieves.

They were notorious for stealing
high-end luxury vehicles

throughout the GTA.

Charlie's operation was like
nothing I'd ever seen before.

It was organized,
proper, meticulous.

During the day,
it was the usual...

Insurance claims, body
repair, that kind of thing.

But at night, that's when
the real work began.

All right,
strip it down, boys.

His crew could strip
an entire X5

in under two hours.

Fucking brilliant!

Are you serious?
That's-that's two guys this week.

He wasn't doing
a good job, Charlie.

- Oh, God! You know he's suicidal.
- Charlie?

- What?
- Sorry, Charlie.

Um, the S-Class is here.
Do you want me to bring it around?

Oh, yeah, yeah,
yeah, of course.

- S-Class.
- Hey, Mikey.

Get over here
for a second.

Have you met Ava?

Hi.

Ava, Mikey.
Mikey, Ava.

Yeah, I've seen
him around.

Look, I want you
to be nice to Mikey.

He's a smart kid.

But I'm nice to everyone.

Seriously. I wanna
keep him around a while.

Okay.

Well...

If you like him
so much, Charlie,

then why don't you invite
him to your party tonight?

Yeah?

What party?

Mikey!

We're over here.

Hi, Mikey.

Is that for me?

Uh, yeah, uh...
I thought I should get you something.

Happy birthday, man.

Oh, my God!

Look at this, huh?

You see this?
You see this?!

It's character.

Thank you.

All right, let's get
this party started!

Have you got something
for us, darling?

I do!

Come on, Mikey.

What the fuck?

Come here.

You fucking monkey, come here!

What do you see?

- A great fucking job.
- "A great fucking job."

Fucking look
at that panel!

There's a massive gap.

Who's that?

It's my business
partner, Sammy.

Hey, Charlie!

Sammy, you can't yell at them like
that, man. We've talked about this.

Oh, don't be
such a pussy! Come here.

- People take advantage of you.
- Yeah, I know.

- Who's this?
- This is Mikey.

Hi, nice to meet you.

Customs pulled me over.

I missed my connecting flight.
Can you believe that?

Why didn't you
call me?

What are you,
my Mother?

I was taking care
of something.

Sammy just got back
from West Africa.

Where did you go again?
Zimbawe?

Ghana, Charlie.

Zimbabwe is
in Southern Africa.

Why don't you
open a book sometime,

you illiterate fucker?

Sammy was
a piece of shit thug

who hated me from day one.

He was the type of guy who
wouldn't even piss on you

if you were on fire.

Move it!
You can't park there!

Hey! Can you
move your car?

- What?
- Motherfucker!

Fuck!

This is it.

- This is massive, Sammy.
- Mm. Yeah.

What do you expect?
Guy's a fuckin' millionaire.

I'm gonna take
a piss.

What's the deal
with him?

He's cool, man.

How long have you
known him for?

Don't worry about Mikey.

I trust him, just...

Tell me about the deal.

You know, not all thieves
can be trusted, Charlie.

How is it gonna work?

We get a list
every week.

We steal the cars,
we get them through Customs,

they handle the shipping
and delivery,

we get paid.
Simple as that.

Okay, what's his name?

No. We'll talk
about it later.

No, no, no, no.
I wanna talk about it now.

Who is he?

I don't fucking
know this guy.

I'm vouching for Mikey.
Tell me his fucking name!

His name
is Koflex.

And let me tell you, Charlie,
this is gonna change everything.

He's got multiple buyers
and they're all flush.

Ministers, politicians,
warlords.

They all have
very exotic tastes.

Like what?

Lamborghinis,
Ferraris,

McLarens, Jags.
Everything, anything.

It's not just a country,
Charlie.

It's an entire
fucking region.

All of West Africa.

It's gonna be ours.

How much are we
talking about here?

Fuckin' millions!

You tell me you've never
been in a threesome?

- No, it's not really my...
- What are you, some fucking Victorian nun?

Ugh.

Hey. Mikey.

Boys...

We're gonna be every insurance
company's worst fucking nightmare!

Fucking right!

- Fuck 'em!
- Fuck 'em!

Mikey, I want you to know that
you're part of something big.

We're expanding
the business.

And I want you to be
my right hand guy.

Charlie, I don't know
what to say, man, that's...

- Don't say anything, man...
- Charlie!

What's up, Dutch?

- Is that how you treat a friend?
- What do you mean?

- What do I mean?
- Why don't you fuck off, Dutch, huh?

- Koflex works with us now.
- Shut the fuck up, Sammy!

I expect this shit
from you.

But you?

You go behind my back after all
the fucking money that I made you?

It's just business,
Dutch. Come on.

- Koflex was my contact.
- Yeah?

Well, he's ours now.

So why don't you take
your janky-ass chain

- and get the fuck out of here?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Sammy, Sammy, Sammy.
Relax, okay?

Hey, maybe we can
work something out.

Ain't shit
to work out, bro.

- Come on.
- Look.

Africa is mine.

Don't worry about it, Sammy.
We're gonna work it out, okay?

I'm not worried.

And you're goddamn right
we're gonna work it out.

I didn't sweat my balls off

in that malaria-infested
hellhole for nothing!

Charlie?

You see?

That's what happens.

That was the thing
about Charlie.

He loved that girl to death.

Sammy.
Sammy what?

I don't know,
I never got a last name.

Tell me
about this deal again.

They wanna move
50 cars a month.

Charlie put me in charge
of exotic cars.

Where? Africa?

Yeah. Ghana.

Okay.
So who's the fence?

His name is Koflex.

A fence is a person who
buys stolen goods and resells them.

He's basically a sales rep,
a middleman,

a way for Charlie to get his
stolen cars off the streets

and onto the shores
of Africa.

- Yes.
- Koflex.

- Dutch.
- Brother.

Why are you working
with them white boys?

I need product,
Dutch.

My buyers don't care
where it comes from.

Yeah, but why
wouldn't you ask me?

Because I didn't think
you can deliver.

And who said that?
Sammy?

Those guys are
fucking crooks!

Look, you just tell me
what you need, Koflex.

All right.
I need Ferraris.

No problem.

- Ten of them.
- Sure.

A month.

Okay.

My clients are not the kind of
people you want to cross, Dutch.

If you don't deliver,
they'll give your wife to the soldiers.

Just break your deal
with those crackers, man.

I'll get you
the fucking cars.

- I can't fucking believe this!
- I told you.

I told you that bastard
was gonna fuck up our deal.

- Sammy, we're gonna go talk to him.
- No.

I'm fucking done talking, Charlie.
You can't reason with these roaches.

They gotta learn to stay
out of our business.

Jesus, Sammy! We're not
gonna kill the fuck.

Intimidation, Charlie. Here.

Are you part of this
or not?

Dutch!

Get out here,
you cunt!

Back off.

Dutch!

Have a seat.

Couldn't keep your nose out of my
fucking business, could you, Dutch?

It was my business
to begin with.

Yeah.

- Hey, Charlie...
- Hmm?

See that drill
over there?

Be a dear and hand it
to me, please.

The fuck's he gonna do
with that shit?

You can't fuck with us.

Yes, Dutch.

Koflex, I can't get you
the cars anymore.

Why not?

It turns out I have a bit of a...
health problem.

- I'm sorry to hear that, Dutch.
- I've thought about it and...

I think you're better off
with Charlie and Sammy.

Okay. Feel better.

In Sub-Saharan countries
like Nigeria, Ghana,

Guinea, Sierra Leone
and Gambia,

the demand for high-end cars
was booming...

driven by cash-rich
drug dealers,

corrupt politicians
and egotistical warlords.

A brand new McLaren was
the ultimate status symbol.

Most companies don't even set up
shop in this part of the world.

So if you want the latest Porsche
GT3 or Benz, you have to import it.

That's where we come in.

Why spend 400K
on a brand new Hurricane

when you can get the same car
for half the price?

Charlie's operation
ran like clockwork.

Koflex sent us a list
of in-demand cars

and we stole
every single one of them.

There are many ways
to steal a car.

The simplest being a good,
old-fashioned carjacking...

which I was never
a fan of.

I'll fucking shoot you!

Get the fuck out!

There were
dealership scams,

where we would ask
for a test drive,

snap a photo
of the keys,

and create a replica later.

Then another one of us would come
back, pretending to be a customer,

and swap the keys.

By the time the dealer realized
they now had a fake set,

the car was already
in Charlie's warehouse.

We even had people in the MTO,
who got us duplicate plates

that matched the exact make,
model and color of the cars we stole.

So if a cop ever spotted
a runner and ran the plates,

everything checked out.

Here you go, sir.

Have a great day.

And then,
there was my specialty.

Hacking the car's
anti-theft system,

driving it underground,
where it became invisible to satellites,

and taking my time
to disable the tracking device.

Next came retagging.

We'd forge new VIN numbers,
vehicle history and titles.

We had folders full
of fake customs documents,

manifests, everything you'd
need to make a car disappear.

Koflex couldn't be happier.

Anything he wanted,
Charlie delivered.

We were moving nearly $1
million's worth of cars a month.

If you're wondering what kind
of lifestyle that affords...

it's a great one.

Hey, Mikey.
Pass me the towel?

- Sammy.
- Hey.

I'd like to talk to you
for a moment.

Right now?

Right now.

All right.

Oh, Sammy...

Did you look
into it yet?

Not yet, not yet.

I need to know
soon, Sammy.

I can't waste
any more time.

I know. I know.
I'm working on it.

My buyers want to move on
this as soon as possible.

If you can't deliver,
let me know now.

Don't drag this out.

I can deliver.

I just need
a little time.

Give me
until next week.

Hmm.

Next week.

You know...

Charlie really
likes you, Mikey.

Yeah, I like him too.

As a friend, of course.
He's all yours.

But...

seriously.

He really trusts you.

Yeah, I know.

We'll have to be careful.

Boo!

Hey, have you guys
seen Sammy?

- Uh, no.
- Tsk.

He's always running off,
that Sammy.

He's like the fucking
Road Runner, you know?

Can you pass me
that magazine, love?

Can you believe this?

This is what she reads.
Drifting.

Honestly, you see
a girl like this...

A car magazine
is the last thing

you expect her
to be reading, right?

Why don't you just be honest
with yourself, Charlie,

and admit that you hate drifting
and you hate drift cars?

- I do. I do, I hate them!
- Why?

Sliding around,
burning tires.

It's a stupid waste of money.

No, I disagree.
No, drifting is...

It's graceful.
It's like dancing.

You know, you have to improvise
every single time you miss a step.

It's... chaotic,
but precise.

It's... it's poetry
in motion.

Thank you.

I actually run laps at the track sometimes.
You guys should come.

I'm not gonna watch you
waste a nice set of tires.

I'll come.

Mikey...
I'm telling you.

She can come watch,
but don't let her get behind the wheel.

She sucks.

Boost gauge.

Oil temperature.
Speed.

Start off with the clutch
kick like we talked about.

You can come into the turn
at any speed that way.

It'll help you
build our confidence.

Nice and slow,
okay?

She's fucking incredible!

Yeah.

Is she your girl?

Yeah.

There's nothing to eat in here.

Well, I've been busy.

I'd been busy all right.
Between talking to the cops,

keeping Sammy off my back
and stealing for Charlie,

I had a lot on my plate.

This was the last thing
I neeeded.

But that ass, though...

I'm hungry.

Are you ready to go?

- Fuck.
- What?

It's Sammy.

One second.

Relax. We-we just
had breakfast.

Well, well. What are
you two doing here?

We just had breakfast.

We were actually just
on our way to the scrapyard,

- to get the new VIN numbers.
- Is that a fact?

Hmm. What are you
doing here, Sammy?

Are you working
with Dutch again?

Dutch?

No. We're just
having breakfast.

Well, enjoy.
We will see you later, Sammy.

You know, Charlie...

He's not really
a breakfast guy.

Why don't we keep
this place our little secret?

We wouldn't want him
to feel left out.

Where were we?

I'm not helping you,
Sammy.

And I'm not asking
for your help.

I'm asking
for your collaboration.

Those are
two different things.

There's good money
to be made here.

Can you do it
or not, huh?

- Can I do it?
- Yeah.

The cars?
That's your thing.

I admit that.

But this is my territory.

How do I know
you won't fuck me?

You get your money
upfront.

No funny business.

You know the drill.

You better know what you're
fucking doing, man.

These guys know all the tricks.
They know where to look.

You can't just ship
the product like that.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Fuck, he whines like a woman.

Just get back to me
when you have a number, okay?

And what about your partner?

Charlie?

He'll come around.

- Hello?
- Where the fuck are you?

I'm taking the Jag to the
yard, just like you said.

Oh, like I said. You were supposed
to be there two fucking hours ago!

You missed the shipment!

Now I gotta pay
for an extra week of storage.

- I'm so sorry, Charlie...
- You're sorry,

I'm sorry,
everybody's sorry.

First, Ava takes the day
off out of the fucking blue,

then Sammy disappears,
like he always does,

and now you!

- I got tied up.
- Oh, you're tied up?!

I feel like I'm running this
entire operation by myself!

Well, what can I do?

Just
get the car over there

and tell Gordie to store it
for the next shipment.

Whatever you want.
Whatever you want, Charlie.

Sometimes I wonder
if I made the right choice,

if I was better off
keeping my day job.

I'd be home right now, playing
videogames instead of living in one.

At least then,
I'd be able to turn it off.

What else did you see?

Nothing, all right?
That's it.

Just Sammy, Koflex
and the drugs.

And Dutch
was there too.

No! What would he
be doing there?

But you did
see him earlier.

Yeah, I did.
At breakfast, with Sammy.

- Are you guys following me?
- Of course!

Tell us more
about the drugs.

What was it?
Meth? Coke?

- Heroin?
- Man, I don't know.

All right? I don't know
anything about drugs.

Listen, I am done
with this shit.

- This is not what I signed up for.
- No, you're not.

Look at me.

You are an agent.
You work for us.

But I gave you everything
that you wanted, all right?

I don't know anything else.
This is it, this is the operation.

Just go in there
and bust them already.

What you saw today
was the operation.

That's what we
have been waiting for.

You think we give a fuck
about a car theft ring?

Your buddies Charlie
and Sammy

are working with an
international drug smuggler.

No. Not Charlie.

- Yes. Charlie.
- No.

All right?
I know him.

He wouldn't get involved
with something like this.

You just keep
your eyes open.

Are you crazy?

I can't go back in there, all right?
Sammy saw me!

That guy is
a fucking psychopath!

He drills people's dicks,
for Christ's sake!

So? You saw him
with a little bit of coke.

So what?
You're Charlie's boy, aren't you?

He won't let anything
happen to you.

I want out.

All right?
I want out.

I've had enough.

All I did was steal
a fucking car.

I want to show you
something.

I got this thing
off of eBay,

and it is amazing!

The pictures, so clear.

Now, I'm not a professional and
I barely know how to use it,

but I am learning.

Oh...

See? That's my cat,
Callie.

Oh, so cute!

And that,
that one's a bird.

Don't know how I took it.

Oh, but these...

I'm so proud of these.

It's a sunset.
So beautiful...

Check these out.

Mm. Heh.

Why are you following me?

Yes, you are.
Don't fucking lie to me.

I saw you
at the container yard.

Yeah, I was delivering
a car for Charlie.

What did you see?

Nothing. Just you
and Koflex in the office.

What else?

You know, I don't
like you, Mikey.

Not one little bit.

But Charlie does.

It'd be a shame if something
were to change his mind.

You know what I mean?

I found these on my way in.

You might want to give
these back to Ava.

I'm coming!

What?

Hey. What's up,
Charlie?

Get your shit.
Let's go.

Where are we going?

Don't ask questions.
Just hurry the fuck up.

Yeah.

So what are we doing here, Charlie?
What's going on?

You know,
Sammy always told me I was...

too soft,

that I trust
a little too easily.

And you know what?

Maybe...

Maybe he was right
all along.

So what's happening?
What's the problem?

Why don't you tell us what
the problem is, Michael?

I don't know
what you mean.

Yes, you do.
Sammy told me everything.

I just want
to hear it from you.

- What do you want me to say?
- I want you to tell me the truth.

You've been going
behind my back.

What?

Think I wasn't gonna
find out, huh?

Charlie, man,
I am so sorry, okay?

- I mean...
- What are you sorry for, Mikey?

I'll show you
what he's sorry for.

- What the fuck is that?
- Oh, that?

That is Sammy and Mikey's
new business.

At least Sammy had the balls
to come clean.

How long were you gonna
keep this a secret from me?

Charlie, look,
I don't know...

I don't think I can ever
trust you again, Mikey.

Whatever it is you guys
got going on with Koflex,

count me out.

Ava, let's get
the fuck out of here.

You can't do that,
Charlie.

What?

I said you
can't do that.

You threatening me,
Sammy?

No.

It's not me you should
be worried about.

- No?
- No.

Who should I be
worried about, then?

Well...

the African
fucking warlords, brother.

Who do you think we're
dealing with here, huh?

What the fuck have you
gotten us into, Sammy?

You wanted to expand.

Remember? We were gonna take
over the world, you and me.

Not like this.

Listen...

If we don't give
Koflex what he wants,

it's gonna cost us a lot more than money.
You feel me?

You've been planning this
since Africa, haven't you?

Yeah.

Motherfuckers.

Both of you.

- Charlie, come on!
- Shut the fuck up, okay, Sammy?

You're acting soft again!

We're gonna
figure this out.

I should have
seen this coming.

That deal?
Too good to be true.

It's not your fault.

You only see
the best in people.

I'm gonna go to the store.
You need anything?

- No, I'm okay. Thanks.
- Okay.

I can't believe you,
Mikey.

- Who do you think you are?
- Are you serious?

I can't believe
that you actually...

- You fucking lied to us!
- You don't understand.

I had nothing to do with this.
Sammy is setting me up.

That's bullshit! You knew
about the fuckin' drugs!

Yeah, I did. I knew about the drugs.
But I'm not involved.

- I caught Sammy and Koflax making plans.
- Okay...

I caught them making plans,
all right?

Then why didn't you
say something?

- Because!
- Why didn't you tell Charlie?

'Cause Sammy knows
about us.

What?

After I caught him,
he broke in and he found these.

Fuck.

What are we
gonna do?

I don't know.

All right, okay.
I'll think of something.

Yeah, you better.

But there wasn't much
to think about.

Sammy had us all cornered.
I was walking a tightrope.

Drug smuggling, African warlords,
federal fucking agents...

What the fuck was I thinking?

I wish I had gone to prison.

What is all this?

This is the mess you and Pablo
fucking Junior over there got me into.

Hey, partner.

So... what do you think?

Where are you gonna
put all this, Sammy?

Where? Everywhere!

I'll put it in the seats, the floors,
the panels, the roof. Fuck it!

We'll put it in the
goddamn engine block.

Jesus Christ.

Be honest with me.

She's a freak in the
bedroom, isn't she?

Good for you.

I wish I was a polygamist so I could
marry each and every one of you ladies.

Welcome, Michael.

This is Michael Braley,
our man inside, everyone.

Have a seat.

Get the lights,
please.

This is Koflex Odemene.

A Nigerian-born refugee,
and former member of LRA,

Lord's Resistance Army
of Uganda.

He's a reputed
drug smuggler,

and international
arms dealer.

Koflex is working with this man.

Sammy Olinsky,

one of the partners
of a global car theft ring,

involved in hundreds of stolen
exotic and high-end luxury vehicles

being shipped to several
countries in West Africa.

This is Charlie Rivera.

Any luxury car stolen
in the GTA

can be traced back
to this man.

We have intel that these men
are set to make

the largest shipment
of narcotics

that this department
has ever seen.

We believe the group will use several
high-end vehicles to conceal the shipment.

The cars will be loaded
into shipping containers

and will await transport
at this location.

Now I will hand it over
to Squad Leader Sgt. Davidson

who will walk us
through the sting operation.

Sgt. Davidson.

Thank you, Detective.

A week from now,
we'll be executing a search warrant

for Det. Reid at Koflex's
shipping yard.

It will be a night raid
set for 0100 hours.

We'll be entering onto the
property in three teams...

one from the north,
one from the west

and one from the east.

Uniformed officers
will stage here,

while K-9 and Air 2
will be on stand-by

in case we have a runner.

Detective Reid will
provide us the green light

as soon as the shipment and the
targets are verified on scene.

If you have any questions,
please refer to your handouts.

- Officer Diaz.
- Yeah.

What's with the south wing?

South wing is
a dead zone.

Containers here
are about 40 ft. high,

there's no chance
of escape.

We've verified there is
no contraband

and those containers are
not moving any time soon.

Trust me, these guys
are smart.

They're not gonna
get caught in this area.

Got it? All right.
Let's talk tactics.

Scared now, Mikey?

I can explain.

You turn us all in,
you save your own ass?

- Is that the idea?
- You're gonna have to trust me, okay, Ava?

It's a little late for that.

- What are you doing?
- What do you think I'm doing?

- I'm calling Charlie.
- No, no, wait a second.

Wait a second.

Charlie might have
given you a second chance.

But I won't.

I'm a cop.

- Hello?
- Charlie.

Yeah?

I need to tell you
something.

- What's up?
- We're out of milk.

- Uh... okay.
- Can you get some on your way home?

Sure, I guess.

They forced me to do it.

- You bastard.
- I didn't have a choice.

There's always
a choice, Mikey.

I'm not gonna let anything
happen to you or Charlie.

- Okay?
- I don't believe you.

Well, you're gonna
have to. All right?

If any of this gets out,
then we're all fucked.

Just give me
some time, please.

Just a little bit
of time.

I'll figure this out.

You better fucking know
what you're doing.

Fuck!

What is this?

That is our way out.

It's a dead end.
Police aren't covering it.

Wait, if it's a dead end,
where's the fucking way out?

That's where you come in.

You're gonna go
to the container yard

and you're gonna talk
to Gordie.

- Who?
- Gordie.

He's one of the loaders
Charlie deals with.

- Gordie!
- You'll recognize him right away.

He's kind of slow,
he has these huge bifocals,

- and he's always asking...
- What's that?

I need you to remove
all the contents

from container 30994.

Thank you very much!

After that, you're gonna get him
to empty the entire container.

When he's done, you go in
and you get to work.

You're gonna cut every
single lock on both sides.

And that's it?

No.

Before you do
any of that,

you have to go
to this address.

It's a costume shop.
You're gonna ask for Laszlo.

He's gonna give you
a uniform for Gordie.

Why me?

Why aren't you
doing this?

'Cause I'm working
a 12-hour day.

I can't get away
from Sammy and Charlie,

and even if I could,
the cops are watching me.

If I'm spotted even once
in that container yard,

then it's game over.

I'm only doing this
for Charlie.

If he gets hurt...

- Isaiah.
- Detective.

See if you can get me some
background on that suspect.

Will do.
Let me find him.

- Hey.
- Hey.

One of Koflex's guys
was just arrested in a DUI.

- That's good for us, right?
- No.

We've got a problem.
They found these in his car.

- Damn!
- I know.

All right. Take it.

That's it, boys
That's the last of it.

What now?

Now? Now we get paid.

Let me call Koflex,
tell him we're on our way.

Koflex? Sammy here.

We're all done.

When do you want to meet us
at the container yards?

There's still
lots of time, Sammy.

Let's meet
at the club first.

- The club?
- Yeah.

Oh, and Sammy?

Bring the entire
crew as well.

Ahem. All right.

So what did he say?

He wants to meet us
at the club.

- At the club?
- It's fun. It's fine.

How come
you're not dancing?

I don't feel
like it, Charlie.

What the fuck are we
even doing here?

That's a good question!

What are we doing
here, Sammy?

There's nothing
to worry about.

He's a businessman.
I'm sure he's got a reason.

I gotta go
to the washroom.

I'll be back.

Come on... Come on...
Damn it, where are you?

- What?
- Mikey!

Where the hell have you been?
I've been trying to reach you.

We're at the club.
Koflex wants to meet us here.

What the hell
is going on?

Mikey, get the fuck
out of there.

I can't, everyone's here.
What...

- What about the shipment?
- Forget about the shipment.

Koflex knows.

What?

Koflex knows that you're an agent.
Get out of there.

Now!

You shouldn't drink
so much, bro.

You gotta pace
yourself.

That... that's
fucking gross, man.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey,
buddy, hey!

Uh, look...
Look, there's been a change of plans.

- What plans?
- What... what plan?

The plan that we
talked about.

- Huh?
- Okay, listen to me.

I need you to write
down this address, okay?

87 Darcy Street.

Okay.

Back home,

when I was in the war...

I had a commander.

He loved Shakespeare.

Julius Caesar
was his favorite.

"For let the gods
so speed me

as I love
the name of honor

- more than I fear death."
- Cheers!

Samuel, do you remember
when we met in Ghana?

What I told you when you
asked to work with me?

Ah, Mikey, Mikey.

Perfect timing.

Sit down. You don't want
to miss this story.

I was just telling your friends
the first time I met Sammy.

So...

Do you remember
what I told you?

No.

You're kind
of freaking me out, man.

Ah, there's no reason
to be freaked out now.

Come on! I'm
just fucking with you.

We're here to celebrate,
are we not?

To Sammy.

May you rot in hell.

What the fuck?!

I know you're working with the police.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

We caught Mikey
and your whore of a girlfriend

- outside the police station.
- No, no, no, no, no!

No, Charlie had nothing to do with
it, all right? It was just me.

Charlie, it's not
what you think.

He was trying to save you.

SWAT!

Drop it!

Michael Braley.
Identify yourself.

I'm here.

I'm here.

I'm here!

Folks, this way,
please.

Keep it moving.

Fuck!

You think this is
a fucking joke?

- What?
- Where the hell is he, Mikey?

- Who?
- Your pal, Charlie.

We know that you were
trying to help him escape.

Wow.

- He escaped?
- Yeah. He escaped.

Where'd he go?

- You fucking...
- Jesus Christ, Jennie!

I was reaching
for the stars.

What the fuck happened?

I really thought
he was gonna save us.

Us?

Come on,
Mikey.

We know you snuck back
into the yard,

we know you had plans
to help Charlie.

Just tell us
where they went.

We also know
about your lover, Ava,

cutting locks
in the container.

So stop fucking around and
tell us where they went!

What the fuck
do you want from me?

Huh? I almost
died today.

And how the hell did Koflex
know that I was an agent, huh?

And if I had died,

who'd have been
responsible? You?

You?

Who cares about the punk car thief
as long as we get what we want, huh?

Shit!

Finally! We're
freezing back here!

Officer, you think
we could get some heat?

Yo!
Turn on the heat!

What's that?

- Gordie?!
- Buckle up, Charlie!

Fuck. Okay.

- Mikey?
- What?

Don't leave town.

I won't.

You know we're gonna have
to start all over, right?

Where are we going?

Why don't you ask
the captain?

So where are we
going, Mikey?

It's a surprise.

Somewhere warm,
I hope.

You ever seen
Bad Boys?

One or two?