Sleepless (2017) - full transcript

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[man 1] Come, come, come on. Hit it!

[tires screeching]

Watch it! He cuttin' through Third!

Trouble!

-[man 1] I got the driver.
-[man 2] Shut your ass!

Get to runnin'! Open the door!

Get your dumb ass out the car!

Get your ass out!

Get your ass out the car!

[man 1] Get your ass to the back!



I said get to the back!

Open that motherfucker up.

-Get the bag out!
-[tires screeching]

[man 2] Come on! Let's go! Let's get out!

-[grunts]
-Motherfucker!

[groans]

[grunting]

-What the fuck is this?
-[gun cocks]

[groans]

-[grunting]
-[gunfire]

-Fuck!
-[man 1] Downs!

-Watch out!
-[gunshot]

[Downs] Cass!

-[Cass] I'm out!
-Stay down!



Shit!

-[siren blaring in distance]
-[panting]

[man 3] Shit. What do we do?

[man 4] Forget about the bag.
Let's get out of here. Come on, man.

Get in. Let's go.

[Downs] Let's move. Let's go. Come on!

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!
Come on!

-[siren continues]
-Damn it!

What the fuck was that?

[tires screeching]

[sirens continue]

-Shit. What the fuck was that?
-Not sure.

Fucking couple guys, couple kilos.

No, man. That was some Reservoir Dog shit
back there, man.

I didn't know they was
gonna come in hot like that.

How much is in there?
That bag is heavy.

Shit. Just from my eyes,
got to be 25 or better in here, man.

-Oh, God, there ain't no 25.
-Yeah. Got to be 25 or more.

Hey, man, listen.
I ain't got my calculator with me,

but they got to be like
seven or eight million on the streets.

That's enough for you to get some
plastic surgery and fix your face.

My face is beautiful.
Why would I change that?

What the fuck you mean, man?

-Your mask came off. They saw you, nigga.
-It don't matter.

-I like my face. It's a work of art.
-All right, man. Whatever you say.

It's your life, bro. [laughs]

[water dripping]

[cell phone chimes]

[woman on phone]
Hey, it's me. I got called for a double.

So you got to take Thomas to his game.

Just come get him
from the hospital at 3:30,

and, Vin, don't fuck it up again.

Bye.

[indistinct chatter]

[door closes]

[door opens]

-[door closes]
-Dr. Sorenson.

-Ruby.
-Ruby.

You missed our appointment this morning.

I cannot approve your return
to the workplace until we talk.

Guys at the department
are concerned about your recent behavior.

"The guys at the department"?

The whole damn department
is gossiping about me.

Well,

how does that make you feel?

How's that make me feel?
Fucking fantastic.

Why don't you tell me what happened

in your own words?

[scoffs]

Okay.

Say it out loud, or I'm gonna keep this.

Thought I was walking
into a controlled situation.

Instead, I found myself in the middle
of a meth lab with a pissed-off junkie.

-He assaulted you?
-He kicked my ass.

-Okay?
-Okay.

Meth labs aren't quiet. Meth labs stink.

Someone knew the lab was there, and
someone was paid to look the other way.

I hear you.

Good. Good. So you know
I have to get back to work.

I have to figure this thing out.

'Cause this city
is crawling with dirty cops.

Do you hear that?

[cell phone ringing]

Bryant.

Okay.

So this is my partner on the other line.

They found government-issued bullets
at a crime scene.

So can I go do my job,
or do you want to keep talking bullshit?

I'm on my way.

Thank you. I feel so much better now.

[Bryant] Jennifer.

[door opens]

Morning, Lieutenant.

So at 0427,
a squad car got a shots fired call

about the same time we got a report

about a late-model sedan
speeding near Old Downtown.

The unit checking out the shots fired

went into an alley off of Third Street
where they found two dead bodies.

These responding officers
report casings everywhere.

-And I mean everywhere.
-[Downs] Oh, we'll take that.

Me and Cass.

No, no. I'm giving it
to Emerson and Flannigan.

You want Cagney and Lacey to take it
or you wanna get it solved?

All right, hotshot. It's yours.

Yeah.

Let's go, partner.

Hey, say, nigga, is you high?
What the fuck are you doing?

Yeah, a little bit.
We got to control this case.

We control the case,
we control the evidence.

That might be the smartest shit
or the dumbest shit you ever did.

It might be.
The dumbest shit was this morning.

[indistinct police radio chatter]

Looking for this?

I'm looking for everything.

Mmm. It's police-issued,
and there's more of 'em.

Looks like the same gun
killed the big guy.

Vincent Downs, Homicide.

Jennifer Bryant.

That's my partner, Doug Dennison.

We're internal affairs.

Okay. So that's all you got, huh?
Government-issue?

This one's got an employee ID
from the Luxus casino.

The big guy? He's a special snowflake.

Arrest records going back 12 years.

-What happened to your face?
-Why don't you take a closer look?

It's just everybody's
been talking about your situation.

Talk of the town.

-What happened to your face?
-Nothing happened.

This is a face that pays attention
to details.

Speaking of details, I thought Emerson
and Flannigan were assigned to this case.

No, no. Maybe you shouldn't think, Bryant.

-Me and my partner got the call.
-You did?

Anyway, I was just looking out
for a fellow officer.

[Bryant] Mmm.

-You should put some ice on that.
-Yeah.

-Yeah.
-I'll get some for you, too.

Ladies and gentlemen, Nevada's finest.

[Bryant] I feel like I need a shower.

-[Dennison] What'd that guy want?
-He lied to me

when I asked why he was on the case.

Vegas PD fucking with an IA investigation.

-Got a bulldog.
-Yeah. Love it.

We should look into that, Sherlock.

[woman on PA]
Clinical nurse specialist, 613.

Available clinical nurse specialist,
stat, 613, please.

Blood gas tech to CCU, stat.

-Blood gas tech to CCU, stat.
-Hey.

Hey.

I said 3:30. He's got to be there by 4:00.

Sorry. I was grabbing you some flowers.
That's why I was running late.

Thank you.

What's that?

I was gonna tell you,
but you kept canceling.

What is this?

-What kind of ring is this?
-It's an engagement ring.

-It's from Dave?
-Yeah, it's Dave. Who else would it be?

-What are you doing? What are you doing?
-What am I--

Is this who you want to spend the rest
of your life with?

-Have you thought this out?
-Yeah. Dave shows up.

-Dave takes care of your son.
-I don't care how many times he shows up.

-He ain't his father. I'm his father.
-I know you are.

-You gotta respect that, D.
-Yeah.

So what am I supposed to do, hmm?
What, he's just supposed to--

You're supposed to come in
and take care of your family? That?

Okay, D.

All right. All right.

Look, he's got to go.
His game is now.

You got to pick him up,

-'cause I got stuff I got to do--
-No, no. No, no.

Not again. Not again. Not again.

I have to work a double.
You gotta figure it out.

All right, baby, enjoy your dad.

Drop him off by 9:00 p.m. Okay?

Give me my flowers back.

9:00 p.m. Bye, baby.

[Thomas] Bye.

Hey, son.

Want some flowers?

How come you didn't
tell me about Dave, hmm?

How come you didn't tell me
he coming around more?

You should have told me that. We men.
Supposed to be man-to-man on that.

You supposed to let me know
what's going on.

Why the hell you care?

Because it's my business to care.

-He's moving in next week.
-No, no.

No, ain't nobody doing that.
Not doing that. Not doing that.

You need a place to stay, you gonna come
stay with me. I got plenty of room.

-You got room.
-Yeah, I got room.

What am I, a piece of furniture?

You don't care where I live,
who I live with.

You were never home
when Mom and I lived with you!

You see now...

I love your mom. I love you.

It's just, I mean, things that--
that I can't explain.

It just gets complicated.

Radio don't work.

Take it out.

Remember what I told you to do with that.

You pull that trigger, you better have
your mind made up. You can't take it back.

And whatever you aiming at...

make sure you prepared to kill it.

[shouting]

[groaning]

[shouting continues]

[tires screeching]

-[groans]
-[cell phone ringing]

[panting] Yeah?

Mr. Downs, this is Stan Rubino.

I learned you have
something that's mine.

The 25 kilos of cocaine you stole.

Listen, that was a mistake.
I'll get you your product.

Look, if you hurt him...
you know what it is.

Mr. Downs, let's not get carried away.

I guess you know what kind of man I am.

Okay. Okay. I'll get your stuff
and I'll bring it right to you.

In three hours, Rob Novak's coming
to pick up 25 kilos.

If I can't deliver,

-I'll give him your son instead.
-Please.

He's only 16.

He's 16.

Yes, I know.

[panting]

Shari, how's your mom?

She's better.
Thank you for the flowers.

Ah, it's the least we could do.

[tires screeching]

Hey, this is Bryant. I need a file
on an officer. Vincent Downs.

Contact information,
license plate, family info.

What can you give me without approval?

Thank you.

[water running]

[groans] Whew.

[groans]

[inhales, grunts]

What's up with you?

You all right?
Man, where all this blood come from?

You messed up, Cass.

What you mean?

Stan Rubino got Thomas.

Stan Rubino got Thomas?

-The manager from the Luxus?
-Yeah, the manager from Luxus.

-You fucked up.
-What the fuck--

See, we weren't stealing from Rubino.
You were stealing from Novak.

You got us fucked up in Novak shit!

-I didn't know--
-How you not know?

They said it was just gonna be
an easy grab.

Well, it ain't no easy grab! They got T!

[exhales] Man, we gotta--
Man, they gonna kill-- They gonna--

I know what they doin'!
I need that bag!

Hey, listen, you know I wouldn't
do that shit on purpose!

-Then why'd you do it?
-Hey, man, I didn't know!

-Man, I love Thomas like he my own!
-Had one day with him!

Hey, listen. I understand you upset.

Man, I'll fix it. Calm down.

Get the bag.

I can't believe you thought
I'd do some shit like that, man.

I hit you when I'm on the way back.

[door closes]

Oh, God.

[man] Rob.

You don't have to do this. [panting]

We're family, man.

You don't do this to family, okay? Please!

Please. Please. Okay. I am sorry, okay?

I am so, so sorry.

You don't-- Please.

Please don't do this.
Please don't do this!

[screaming]

[sobbing]

Aah! [grunting]

Friend of mine gave me
some cell phone records.

Three weeks ago, two calls.

And five calls Thursday
and four more yesterday

from your phone to the DEA.

-Th--That wasn't me.
-Listen, you dumb motherfucker.

You think that we don't have people
who we pay to tell us

when our relatives
call the fucking DEA?

I'm sorry. Uh, I was with this girl
in Agua Prieta, all right?

And the DEA, they busted us,
and they asked me all these questions.

You know what my father always said
about your side of the family?

You only think with your dick.

It's always this fat girl
and that fat girl.

And that's why you
turned out so stupid.

'Cause your daddy
married your mom and fucked her.

Sweet lady.
But not the kind of face

you want to look at
for the rest of your life.

DEA bust.

My cut house raided last week.

The position I'm in,

I got to go begging
a fuck-nut scumbag

like Stanley Rubino for 25 kilos.

It's embarrassing.

Even worse,

the whole goddamn world
knows I'm vulnerable.

[breathes heavily]

I'm sorry.

Yeah, I know you are.

Cut off his tongue.

Make sure he doesn't ever use it again.

No, no. Rob! Rob, come back!

You can't do--
Please! Please! Please, don't do--

Please don't do this to me!

No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, please--

-[knife slashing]
-[screaming]

Come on. Let me out!

Anyone!

Help!

Shit!

-[cell phone ringing]
-Shit.

-Hey, D.
-Where's Thomas, Vin?

It's okay.

No, his coach called and said
he missed the game. Where is he?

Yeah, yeah. He took off
a little while ago.

I think I know where he is.
I'm gonna get him right now.

He took off? He'd never miss a game.

Look, D, T and I had a little fight.

So, uh, I think he's just
punishing me right now.

-What kind of fight, Vin?
-I don't know.

He was just being him, you know.

-And I'm sure you were just being you.
-Yeah.

Look, at the end of the day,
I told him no, he couldn't do something,

he got pissed off, he took off,
so I think I know where he is.

-I'm gonna go get him right now.
-Find him.

[automated voice] First floor.

[indistinct chatter]

There.

[Rubino] What the hell's he doing?

[automated voice] First floor.

[cell phone rings]

It's Novak.

[ringing continues]

Hey, Rob.

Yeah, and we're finally
all set here. Right.

Meet you on the floor. Bye.

[groans]

[zipper closing]

Follow me.

Police. There was a man
in here a few minutes ago.

-He had a duffel bag.
-I didn't notice.

It was a big duffel bag.

And I'm telling you I didn't notice.

What are you doing?

This is the men's room.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

There was a guy banging around
just like you in that one.

You should have said
he was black, six-feet-tall,

banging around in the stalls.

Then I would have known
who you were talking about.

Well, thanks.

I'll work on my descriptions.

Oh.

Motherfucker.

I knew it.

Where are my drugs?

Where's my son?

Dad!

Thomas.

What's goin' on?

It's gonna be okay.

Come on, man.

You steal from me...

and you kill my guys.

Let's just figure it out.

[exhales] You stupid shit.

This is the biggest amount
I ever moved.

You think I wouldn't protect it
with everything I've got?

Look, we didn't know
the drugs was yours.

You have no idea what kind of mess
you've made here.

That cocaine is supposed to go
to the Novaks.

You know what they're capable of.

How am I supposed to explain this
to Rob Novak?

Or his father?

If Frank gets involved here--

I got your drugs.

I got the rest stashed.

I'll get it to you when I get my son.

[Rubino sighs]

[sighs]

I don't get you, Downs.

There's a right way to do things
and a wrong way.

I just don't think that you respect
the established protocol.

Yeah.

The right way is how I usually do things.

[Downs] Ten minutes.

I'll bring it back in ten minutes,
get my son.

-No, where am I going? Dad!
-Ten minutes.

How do I know if I bring you that coke,
you don't give my son back?

Shall we?

[people chattering]

[cell phone buzzes]

Hello?

I followed Vincent Downs to the Luxus.

What do you mean
you followed Vincent Downs?

We discussed it.
You said he was worth looking into.

Yeah, looking into does not mean tailing,
Nancy Drew.

He hid 23 kilos of coke
in the ceiling of the men's bathroom.

So I'm saying he's worth looking in to.

Okay, seal off the bathroom.
I'm on my way.

-I took it out of the bathroom.
-You moved evidence

without properly conducting
an investigation?

I moved evidence
because it needed to be moved.

I'm waiting out front for you.

[scoffs] Oh, ho, ho.

Oh, you are getting a roll of police tape
for your birthday.

-[siren blaring]
-[tires screeching]

[laughter]

[woman] Totally tagged you
in that photo.

[man] Here you go.

Get the stuff now. Meet me in my office.
Five minutes.

-Rob.
-Stanley.

Good to see you.

-Oh, hey, how's the old man?
-He's good.

Ten--

Here we go again.

Whatever you're looking for,
that lady cop was already in there.

Shit!

What do you mean she was
already in there? Huh?

She have a garbage bag?

You don't hear me?

-[clattering]
-No, huh?

Did she have a gar--

All right, listen. Listen.

Listen. I need to get that garbage bag.

You take this.

It's my father's watch.

I need your help.

Please.

Let's get a drink.

No. No. I'm in a bit of a hurry.

I just want to get my stuff and go.

My guy's bringing the stuff to my office.
Just be a few more minutes.

Something wrong?

No. Everything's fine.

I got a great 25-year-old bottle
of Macallan up there

with your name on it.

What do you say?

Now, you know I don't drink.

[chuckles]

But sure. [clicks tongue]
Let's go to your office.

[grunts]

Hey.

This is yours.

Thanks.

Yeah.

[grunts]

Stanley,

how much longer?

A few minutes.

A few minutes?

[sighs]

Here's the thing.

You know my family.

And we got our fingers
in a whole lot of pies.

I mean, shit,

who doesn't love a hot,
steaming slice of pie?

Delicious.

But my father, he's a--
he's a big thinker.

We got a new pie getting baked up.

Canada.

What can I say? He likes snow.

Listen, Rob--

No, Stanley, it gets better.

It was supposed to be
a small deal this week...

Twenty-five kilos, you know,
just to give them a taste.

Then my idiot cousin
decides to become a DEA informant,

and we lose an entire...

shipment.

But me, I step up

and I promise my father
that our Canadian pie is safe,

and that I could cover the shortage

with an extra...

twenty-five kilos.

Your 25 kilos.

-I was just trying to help.
-No, Stanley.

When you made me the offer,
you were helping me out.

But when I promised my father
that I had it all covered,

then you became obligated.

So,

where is my goddamn cocaine?

[woman] Okay.

Can you hold one moment, please?
Thank you.

I'd like to rent a locker, please?

I'm sorry. Lockers are reserved
for spa guests only.

If you'd like to book a--

I'd like to rent a locker, please.

[clears throat]

Thank you.

[indistinct chattering]

[automated voice] First floor.

[cell phone ringing]

-Did you check every monitor?
-Yes. I lost him.

-God damn it.
-We got his kid.

He's gonna bring us our drugs. Stan--

Hey, I thought you said
you'd meet me outside.

-I knew he was dirty.
-Where is he?

I stayed with the evidence.

Jesus Christ.

First of all, we got a dead guy
who worked here.

Right? I followed Downs here

and I see him talking
to the casino manager, Stan Rubino.

Then Rob Novak and his guys turn up,
and they're meeting with Rubino.

Clearly, this ties in to our crime scene
this morning.

Why? Because we've got
a police-issued bullet at the crime scene,

and because Downs comes here

and shoves a ton of cocaine
into the bathroom ceiling?

Then he killed the guy.

Yes.

Okay, he's our guy.

[sighs] Where'd you put the drugs?

I put them in a locker in the spa.

Oh, my God.
This is nuts. This is nuts.

-We got to get a judge in on this.
-No.

If we hang around waiting for paperwork,
we're gonna miss it. This is big.

We can bring down the Novaks and have
an internal bust at the same time?

-Jennifer--
-I'm right about this.

-Jen--
-I'm fine.

Okay. What do you want to do?

I want to give Downs a poke.

[grunts]

[panting]

[bell rings]

[cell phone ringing]

Shit.

Hey, D.

-Do you have him?
-Yeah. Got a text from him.

Said he was going to meet some shorty
at the Luxus casino.

What girl?

[hesitates] You know, the-- with the girl.
The girl, uh-- The girl he always with.

-You know, the girl--
-He doesn't have a girl.

Maybe he don't want you
to know who the girl is.

[scoffs] I know you, Vin,
and I know your voice.

I know you're not telling me
the whole story, are you?

Look, don't start that right now.
When I get him, I will call you, okay?

I'll call you when I got him. Shit.

Look, Vin--

[phone rings]

[Bryant] Hey, Downs.

You know what they say at the airport.

Never leave your bag unattended.

Bryant, I need that bag.

-Why don't we meet up and talk about it?
-Fuck you!

Okay.

[groans]

[exhales]

Oh, I gotta get out of here.

Excuse me.

Mr. Rubino has requested
a bottle of Cristal

sent to his office, immediately.

-Put it on his personal account.
-Okay.

To his office, okay?

[elevator beeping]

[door opens]

Nice of you to finally join us.

What the hell took you so long?

Who the fuck is this?

This is Vincent Downs.
He's the man who's got your product.

And why have we been
sitting around waiting on you?

There's a lot of cops downstairs.

Cops all over the casino.
We need to get out of here.

[Rubino] Casino's always full of cops.

-They follow you?
-Think so.

And, uh, it's narcotics.
They know we're up here.

How do you know they're narcotics?

'Cause I'm a cop.

Easy.

There something you want to tell me?

Never a dull moment. [chuckles]

But I didn't know this.
I don't really know what's going on.

Truly.

Yeah. I know, Stanley.

You never do.

[knocking on door]

[man] Looking for Mr. Rubino.

I think that's them.

We gotta go.

Gotta get you out of here.

Come on.

These stairs lead to the garage.

Vincent Downs.

I'll remember that.

You should.

[phone beeping]

Yeah, get the kid.
Bring him down to the front of the club.

Go on, get your son.
Get the fuck out of my casino.

-He's waiting on you.
-[glasses clinking]

[cheering]

-Damn it. He must still be here.
-[sighs]

-Did you check with security?
-No.

All right, I'm on it.

Stop the fucking car.

[tires screeching]

It's sugar.

All right, call everyone.
I want everyone here in ten minutes.

You come with me.
You go to the front. God damn it!

Dad.

Hey, son.

You all right?

Yeah.

It's over.

Let's get out of here.

Hey, Rob.

[groans]

What did you think?

'Cause you and my father

used to party together when you were kids
that I wouldn't kill you?

[strained voice] What's your problem?
I was just trying to help you out.

You needed some product.

You didn't give me product.
You gave me sugar.

-What?
-Your cop.

-He fucked you!
-[groaning]

I-- I-- I have his kid.
He'll bring the drugs. I'll just--

I'll just--

[groaning]

Just give me some time.

Huh?

Then what are you waiting for?

-[cell phone rings]
-Yeah?

-Do you still have the kid?
-No. I just let him go.

Well, get him back!

Shit.

What's goin' on?

-Don't worry about it.
-What do you mean, "don't worry about it"?

Shit. Why is he coming back?

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Um, yeah.

Come on. Let's go this way.

Which way?

Fuck!

[winces]

What? What?

-Wait, wait, wait, wait.
-What?

[groaning]

Oh, shit!

It's just a cut.
It's just a cut. I'll be okay.

Just give me a minute.

You stole drugs from them?

-What you talking about?
-That's why you're never home.

This your overtime?

Thought you out doing something good,

and you over here fucking selling drugs.

It's a case.

Listen,

I'm telling you, T,

I'm undercover.

I've been working this case for two years,
and I'm almost--

I almost got it done.
That's why I haven't been around.

That's why I haven't been able to take you
to your games or whatever that is.

And I apologize for that.

You're the only one that knows. Okay?

So you got to stay close,
and we gonna get out of this.

-[sighs]
-You just gotta trust me.

Yeah.

[door opens]

Come on. Come on, come on, come on!

Come on, Dad! Come on!

Get up!

Watch out!

Come on, Dad!

[grunting]

[clanks]

Dad! Dad!

Oh, shit!

[grunting continues]

-Dad. Come on, Dad.
-[groaning]

This way.

[Novak] Yes, sir. I understand.

I appreciate that.

Yes, sir.

Any sign of him?

I spoke with my father.

If we don't have the coke
in the next four hours,

he's cutting his vacation short
and coming home.

I want you to tell
every cop on our payroll

that I will pay to see Vincent Downs
and his partner on their knees.

[dance music plays]

[man] ♪ Coming up ♪

♪ Power ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ Coming up ♪

♪ Power ♪

♪ Coming up ♪

♪ Power ♪

♪ Coming up ♪

♪ Let the bass be louder ♪

♪ Coming up strong ♪

♪ Hard-core power ♪

♪ Coming up strong
With hard-core power ♪

♪ I'm in control
Let the bass be louder ♪

♪ Coming up strong
With hard-core power ♪

♪ I'm in control
Let the bass be louder ♪

♪ Coming up, coming up
Coming up, coming up, coming up ♪

♪ Coming, coming, coming
Coming, coming, coming, coming ♪

♪ Let the bass be louder ♪

Move!

[shouting]

[arguing]

-Get the fuck outta the way!
-Come here!

-Thomas!
-Dad! Dad!

I swear to God, you little shit!

If you make a scene,
I'll fucking kill you!

Thomas! Move. Move. Thomas!

[indistinct shouting]

Thomas!

Good news.

Got his son back.

I expect this will all be
wrapped up momentarily.

What are you doing here, Stanley?

You have a job.

A good one.

Yeah.

Looks like you've done
pretty damn well for yourself.

[sighs]

Let me have a water, please.

From what I buy from you
for the clients here,

I, uh,
I save a little back every month.

That 25 kilos was my... safety net.

And why do you need a safety net?

When you hang with scumbags...

you need a safety net.

Good answer.

[Novak clears throat]

What's that?

Open it.

[exhales]

[groans, gags]

[shushing]

-Is that a--
-Tongue?

-[gasps]
-Yeah.

Jesus.

My cousin's.

-[grunts]
-So look.

-[Rubino gasps]
-Mmm.

My family... [clears throat]

...we have a lot of friends.

So there's gonna be nowhere
that you can go

that we won't be able to find you.

So I'm giving you one hour.

One.

Hang on to the box.

I want you to keep it
so it'll remind you

of what happens when people think that
they're smarter than me.

[door closes]

[mutters] Fuck! Fuck!

[cell phone ringing]

-You get him?
-[Downs] No.

And the product ain't here either.

-Shit!
-Just come down and meet me at the Luxus.

Just get here now.

-What the fuck?
-Who are you?

[panting] Ain't nobody.

Ho. You can't be in here.

Right. You're right. I'm not even here.

Hmm. Right. Looks official.
You're not coming in here.

Look, you got three options:
either you let me pass,

or I'll whup your funny-looking ass
or I can arrest you.

Hmm.

Arrest me-- Oh!

[groaning]

John Travis.

[groaning]

I'm gonna go down to the garage,
see if I can find something in his car.

-You should check the front desk.
-No, no.

-Maybe they saw him.
-We're done. We're done.

We have searched
every inch of this casino.

Vincent Downs is long gone.
All right? He beat us.

Are you okay?

[scoffs]

You know, a guy gets beat up on the job,

and everyone congratulates him
on the size of his balls.

But if I get hit, everyone acts like

I need Scotch tape and a shrink
to get put back together.

No, you know what?
This isn't about this.

All right? It's about your state of mind.

You missed things
that were right in front of you

and you put yourself in the wrong place
at the wrong time

and you almost got yourself killed.

I am in the right place
at the right time.

We've got a dirty cop in the middle
of a deal between Rubino and Novak,

and they're associating in public,
which means they are not afraid.

-Okay.
-Someone is protecting them.

Okay. Point taken.

And in the morning,
we will start a formal investigation.

But tonight, I am gonna
take the labs to the precinct

and then I am going to call it a night.

Fine. I'll take the drugs into evidence.

Jen.

Go home.

Get some sleep.

Fine.

Get some rest, honey. [chuckles]

[elevator bell dings]

[automated voice] First floor.

[Downs] Going up.

I'll wait.

[bell dings]

Twenty-seven. Back off! Police!

-[bell dings]
-[automated voice] Twenty-seventh floor.

Come on, come on, come on.

-[bell dings]
-Twenty-seventh--

[panting]

[grunts]

[groans, winces]

[panting]

[phone ringing]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[grunts]

[grunts]

What the fuck are you doin'? Aah!

Fuck! [groans]

What are you doing?
I'm just trying to get to my son.

-You dirty son of a bitch.
-You put a gun on me--

[both grunting]

[lamp shatters]

[groans]

[both groaning]

[growls] I knew you were a dirty cop!

-[grunting]
-You don't get it. I'm internal affairs.

I know everyone in IA.

[both grunting]

You don't know shit.

I know last week you thought you were
busting a captain from Bolden Command.

Instead, you ran into a cutter
with a nasty right hook.

Someone takes a dump in my department,
I know about it.

They're shittin' all over it.

I'm off the books.

I've been working undercover
for two years. Two fuckin' years!

You know what that means?
Two fuckin' years!

Ain't seen my wife, my kid!
They don't know about it!

Father of the year.

Yeah, I'm the father of the year.

My partner, Sean Cass,
he is a courier for the Novaks.

He's giving somebody
in the department kickbacks.

Somebody higher up.
That's what I'm trying to figure out.

You're not convincing me.

Then why did your bust go bad, huh?

You did all the right shit, all the right
police shit, and it all went bad.

Why? Because somebody
at the department tipped them off.

I don't believe a word you fucking say!

Don't have to fuckin' believe
what I'm sayin'.

But you're gonna learn today.
Come on! Get over here!

They've got my son, Thomas.
He's 16 years old.

If I don't give 'em the drugs,
they gonna kill him!

Someone kidnapped your son.
Why don't you call for fucking backup?

Because I can't trust anybody!
Where are them drugs?

-Fuck you!
-I'm gonna kill you, Bryant!

I'll kill you!
Tell me where them drugs are!

Where they at?

[panting]

Huh?

The women's spa.

Where?

Locker 32, but I don't have the key.

Fuck!

I'm sorry!

Fuck you! [grunting]

-[door closes]
-Fuck. Fuck!

[grunting]

[groaning]

[Thomas coughing]

[Thomas panting]

Are you in on this with your father?

Hey, man, it ain't my fault you assholes
ain't think this through.

Us "assholes."

Us assholes?

[screams]

-[screaming]
-[extinguisher bangs on floor]

[gasps, shrieks]

[henchman scoffs]

[grunting]

[groaning]

[grunting, panting]

[grunts]

All right, all right.

[grunting, panting]

Oh, okay. That's it. Okay.

[grunts]

Oh-oh-six...

-[phone rings]
-Yeah?

-Downs is still here!
-What?

He's headed to the locker in the spa.
Go now. Get that motherfucker!

God damn it.

Come on, come on, come on!

I need the key to Locker 32.

I need the key to Locker 32.

[sighs]

Thank you.

Shit!

[Dennison] Freeze! Police!

-Hands against the lockers!
-Shut up!

Get your fuckin' hands
against the lockers!

-I don't have time for this.
-Shut your mouth.

Eyes front. Shut your mouth.

-I know what to do.
-Keep your goddamn mouth shut!

Fuck. That's how you do it? Huh?
That's how you do it?

[both grunting, shouting]

-[women shrieking]
-Oh, my God!

[panting]

[grunts]

[grunting continues]

[panting]

Fuck.

[grunting]

[Dennison coughing]

[coughing]

[groaning] Oh, fuck.

[man] ♪ I don't know
What y'all be thinkin' ♪

♪ Smokin', drinkin', drinkin', smokin' ♪

♪ In that order, we slow motion
Till it's over, never stop ♪

♪ Smokin' and drinkin' ♪

♪ Drinkin' and smoke
We be smokin' and drink ♪

♪ Dr--Drinkin' and smoke ♪

[cell phone ringing]

Hey! Dad!

Thomas. Where are you?

I got away. Stole this phone.

Look-- Look, you need to wait.

-Just tell me where you are.
-I'm in this club.

Thomas, I want you to stay right there.
I'm on my way.

-Dad, I'm scared.
-I know, I know.

[pants] There's a lot of things
I gotta explain to you. I apologize.

Dad?

-Thomas?
-Dad?

-Hello?
-Thomas?

Shit! Shit.

Fuck. Fuck.

♪ My ho got tats on her face ♪

♪ Sell me them cookies from Oakland ♪

♪ But not the kind that you ate ♪

♪ Stuff it in
Swisher Sweets ♪

♪ And we smoke blunt
After blunt after blunt after blunt ♪

He made a call. You were right.

I'm only right if Downs shows up.

-[phone ringing]
-SC.

-I'm pullin' in.
-Yeah, you got a uniform?

-Yeah, I got one.
-Good. Meet me in the garage.

I'm on my way.

-Yeah, I know.
-[phone ringing]

I know.

Ugh. Hey, Bryant.

So I got, uh, good news and bad news.

Security?

Damn. Look like shit, partner.

I know. You got the uniform?

Yeah, uniform in the car. Front seat.

[gun clicks]

Tell me you're not internal affairs.

Got the gun. Ain't in there.
Give me some answers, you'll get--

What difference does it make?

They got Thomas. I'm fucked anyway.

We been friends 20 years.
You gonna fuckin' rat on me?

What do you mean rat on you?

I got all the information on you
and could've took you down.

-I'm protecting you.
-You're protecting me?

You internal affairs, nigga!

That's what I'm trying
to make you understand.

You gotta rock with me. I'll get Thomas...
and I'll fix all this shit.

But you gotta help me.

Downs!

Put the fucking gun down!

Shit.

Sean! Sean!

Stay with me! Sean!

Come on!

-[gasps]
-Stay with me, Sean. Stay with me.

Shit.

Stay with me. Look at me. Sean.

Sean!

Damn it!

Fuck!

Let me tell you something.
First thing anybody says

when they go down is, "I'm undercover."

The guy hid 23 kilos of cocaine
in the ceiling of the bathroom,

he assaulted me and he tied you up.

This sound like the actions
of a straight shooter to you?

I agree. Still, there's something more.

He knew things about me, my case.
Even if he's lying.

[elevator bell dings]

You never checked the garage.

What, you-- You okay?

-You wanna talk to someone?
-Oh, fuck you!

[phone dialing]

[cell phone ringing]

-Hey.
-What the hell is going on?

It's all good.

I've been calling Thomas's phone
for an hour.

D, I didn't want to worry you, okay?

-Where are you?
-I'm still at the Luxus casino.

-What the fuck is going on, Vin?
-Listen.

Everything I do is about you and him.
You know it's always been that, right?

I would never let anything bad
happen to either of you.

Please, you gotta trust me, D.

Baby, you're scaring me.

[cell phone ringing]

Yeah. Listen.

-I gotta call you right back.
-Vin?

What the fuck?

Dena?

[automated voice]
You have one new message.

Yeah, it's Dennison. I have the product.

Stay in the garage. I'm coming.

Vincent Downs is internal affairs.

He's five degrees from fingering us.

You created the mess this morning.
Now you clean it up.

Take Downs out.

-Now!
-Fuck!

Motherfucker.

Shit, there's another one.

[gasps]

[gurgles]

[groans]

[whispers] Dennison.

Shh, shh!

It's gonna be okay.
Everything's gonna be okay.

Does Vincent Downs know who I am?

[coughs]

Go fuck yourself.

Yeah, it's Bryant here. We've got a 187.

Parking garage at the Luxus casino.

[gasping]

-How's your guy?
-He's gone.

You see any shell casings over there?

No.

Mine's dead, too.

It's, uh, Sean Cass.

Vincent Downs' partner.

You called it in, right?

-Yeah.
-Okay. Um...

You stay here with the bodies.
I'm gonna lead 'em in.

[elevator bell dings]

-[bell dings]
-[door opens]

[inhales deeply]

You trying to take me down?

Look, you go down, I go down, all right?

If I go down, you'll be dead in a week.

Listen. Got a folder on my desk.

It's got every name of every cop,

every detail of every job I did for you.

Now, if I die, that folder...

[whispers] you...

your daddy,

your fuckin' family,

you're done in Vegas.

You can't touch me.

[button clicks]

[gun cocks]

[Novak] Yeah.

But we're paying you
a lot of money to protect us.

And you're not doing your job.

Just do your fuckin' job.

Or I think you're gonna realize
there's a lot of ways

that my family can touch you.

-We clear?
-[bell dings]

-[door opens]
-[automated voice] First floor.

[man] ♪ When this goes down
We pump it up loud ♪

♪ If they can't hear ya ♪

♪ Pump it up louder ♪

♪ From this old town
We 'bout to get down ♪

♪ If they can't hear ya ♪

♪ Pump it up louder ♪

♪ When this goes down
We pump it up loud ♪

♪ If they can't hear ya
Pump it up louder ♪

♪ From this old town
We 'bout to get down ♪

Look, I have everything under control.

So do I.

Now, I'm tired of running around
this goddamn casino!

[shouts] Where are my fucking drugs?

♪ I steal, I kill, I will
I feel like Superman ♪

♪ Swoop in and fill the spot
Rap and hip-hop with a little bit of pop ♪

♪ Y'all like a fish outta water
That's why your albums flounder ♪

Thomas.

[music continues]

-Stay right there!
-Dad!

-[grunting]
-[people screaming]

The cop's son, we have him.

Yeah, McFerrin's gonna bring the dope.

-Okay.
-Okay?

Please.

[people screaming]

Aah! Aah! No! No!

-Stop!
-[blows landing]

-Aah!
-[both grunting]

Aah!

♪ From this old town
We 'bout to get down ♪

[people screaming]

[grunts]

♪ Don't pump those brakes
Use a little more gas ♪

♪ I'll steal, I'll kill, I will
I feel like Superman ♪

♪ I'll seal it up
And move my brand ♪

♪ Swoop in and fill the spot
Rap and hip-hop with a little bit of pop ♪

You good? You okay? You good?

-Go!
-[people screaming]

Motherfucker!

[all screaming]

-[Dennison] Go! Go!
-[Bryant] Move!

[screaming continues]

Get back!

-[Downs] Come on! Come on!
-Get those guys!

[Downs muttering] Okay. Okay.

[grunts]

Get back! Get back!

-[engine starts]
-Hold on.

[tires screeching]

[engine revving]

Get back! Get back!

[man] Go! Let's go!

Freeze!

[groans]

Stanley Rubino, you're under arrest.

-[groaning]
-You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

They're headed to the garage.

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

Got it. Well, keep 'em busy.

All right, meet me downstairs.
Don't let 'em leave the garage.

[gun cocks]

-I'ma jump out, all right? I'ma jump out.
-What?

No matter what happens, you keep drivin'.

[grunts]

[engine revving]

[Downs shouts]

[shouting]

[screaming]

-[shouting]
-[grunts]

[panting]

[breathing through ventilator]

[tires screeching]

Oh, shit!

-Aah!
-[tires screeching]

Oh, shit!

[coughs]

[Downs coughing]

[coughing]

[panting]

-[tear gas rifle blast]
-[gasps]

[breathing through ventilator]

[rapid gunfire]

[rapid gunfire]

-[engine off]
-[keys jingle]

-[rapid gunfire]
-[gasps]

[breathing through ventilator]

[both grunting]

[groans, gasps]

[grunts]

-[grunting]
-[groaning]

[alarm chiming]

[chiming stops]

[engine starts]

[tires screeching]

[grunting]

[choking]

[grunting]

[grunts]

[henchman shouts]

[grunting]

[gun cocks]

[tires screeching]

-Hey, Dad. Dad.
-[grunts]

You all right?

-All right, get up.
-Ow! [groans]

-[Thomas] We gotta go.
-[Downs grunts] Son.

-Wait, wait.
-Oh, shit!

[Downs muttering]

Wait, wait!

D!

-[rapid gunfire]
-[gasps]

D! What the fuck
are you doing here?

-Thomas, are you okay?
-He's fine! You stay down!

[whimpers]

[Novak] Vincent!

I want my fucking drugs!

I got 'em!

[rapid gunfire]

-Shit!
-[bullets striking car]

Novak!

I'm comin' out.

Don't do that, Dad.
Come on, don't do that!

I'm comin' out.

I'm comin' out.

Don't have anything on me.
I know where the drugs are.

Okay?

It's been a fucked-up day, I know it.

I can take you there.

Get the drugs and have it all solved.

Vincent Downs.

I told you I was gonna remember that name.

[groans, grunts]

Dad! Dad. Dad, Dad.

-[Thomas] Shh, shh.
-[Dena] Okay, okay, okay.

-[Dena] All right. All right.
-[body thuds]

-[Dena] T, put pressure here and here.
-Where? Here?

-Here. Yeah. I'll be right back.
-Okay. Got it. I got you, Dad.

-Hang in there!
-Hurry up, Mom. Hurry up!

-Be right back!
-Shit.

[groans]

Come on, Dad.
We gotta get outta here. All right?

-You're gonna be all right.
-[grunts]

-Hang in there.
-[sputtering]

[exhales]

[sirens wailing in distance]

[man shouting]

[crowd chattering]

[Rubino grunts]

[engine starts]

[officer] All right, everybody, stay back.

[siren blaring]

[Dena] All right, Thomas,
there's another towel in the back, okay?

-[Thomas] What?
-There's another towel back there!

-[Downs groans]
-Get it.

-All right.
-Put it on your dad, okay?

-Okay. All right. Got it.
-Steady. Hold it steady.

-Got it. I got it.
-Steady, Thomas.

[Downs whispers] Give me the phone.

-Give me the phone.
-A phone, phone.

-Stay with me, Vin.
-[Thomas] Okay. All right.

Got it. This ain't yours.

It's Cass'. [panting]

-Put it on voice mail.
-Okay.

[beeping]

[exhales, grunts]

[sirens wailing]

What a night.

Yeah. What a night.

[cell phone buzzing]

-Hello.
-[Downs] Don't hang up.

[panting] Just listen.

Okay? Just listen.

Yeah, it's Dennison.

I have the product.

Stay in the garage. I'm coming.

Vincent Downs is internal affairs.

He's five degrees from fingering us.

You created the mess this morning.
Now you clean it up.

Take Downs out. Now!

[sirens wailing]

[Bryant] Freeze!

[grunting]

Aah!

[gunshot]

Keep driving.

[whimpering]

It's okay.

Don't worry. I work for the Novaks.

[panting]

Novak ever mention my name?

No.

No? Good.

Wait! No!

-[gun cocks]
-Keep driving.

[sirens wailing]

-Requesting immediate help.
-[gunshot]

[horn blaring]

[officer 1] 444, officer needs assistance.

-[grunting]
-[officer 2] Got movement.

-[coughing]
-Easy now. Be careful.

-[grunting]
-444, to my location.

[officer 2 grunting]

Rubino.

He went crazy. Grabbed my gun.

Started shooting everybody.
I think I got him.

But Bryant didn't make it.

What the fuck?

[officer mutters]

[grunting, panting]

[Bryant grunts] Arrest that fucker!

Oh, shit.

[siren wailing]

[female EMT] Pressure is 160 over 90.
Heart rate is 110.

[male EMT] Pulse ox, 92.
Actually, 15 liters.

[female EMT] IV established. TKO.

-[male EMT] Got it.
-[female EMT] ETA nine minutes.

You all right?

It's okay. Stay here, Thomas.

[indistinct announcement on PA]

[indistinct announcement on PA]

-[door opens]
-Hold on to this, okay?

He's gonna be all right.

[door opens]

[door opens]

[nurse] BP is thready.
Looks like she's losing consciousness.

[EMT 1] Five's clear.

[nurse] Come on, hon. Stay with me.

-[EMT 1] Hard right.
-[nurse] Door.

[EMT 1] Respiratory shallow.

[EMT 2] What we got?

[nurse] Listen to my voice, hon.
We're almost there.

-[EMT 1] Stay with us.
-[nurse] Come on.

[monitor beeping]

-Hey, Mom.
-[Downs] Hey.

So, uh...

Hey, you good?

[sighs]

Sorry.

What happened to your face?

[chuckles] What happened to your face?

I think you kicked
the hornet's nest today.

Yeah, we did that.

Bryant.

I'm a good cop.

I know. [chuckles]

[Downs] So... about the ring.

-[police radio chatter]
-[shutter clicking]

[officer on radio]
Coordinate with DEA on-site.

[indistinct chatter]

[cell phone buzzing]

[buzzing]

[buzzing continues]

Mr. Novak, it's Anderson, sir.

We've got a problem.

[man] ♪ Run ♪

♪ Run, run, run ♪

♪ Oh, dear, what the f--
Have we here? ♪

♪ These motherfuckers all thorn no rose ♪

♪ Egad, what a bad dream
Better not sleep ♪

♪ Take a NoDoz, do some-- ♪

♪ Oh, shit, what the hell
Have we done? ♪

♪ It's alive and it's hungry as fuck ♪

♪ Better hide all the snacks
And the dough ♪

♪ But it's out of my control
You are shit out of luck ♪

♪ I don't wanna be unfair
But the pair we got beat ♪

-♪ That weak shit you got ♪
-♪ True God ♪

♪ Blew up the spot with that new bop ♪

♪ Crews drop, do up ya squad
Without nuance ♪

♪ I don't wanna sound unkind
But the sounds I make ♪

♪ Are the sounds of the hounds
That are howling ♪

♪ Under your bed
I'm here growling ♪

♪ Same time under the blanket ♪

-♪ You're cowering ♪
-♪ Cowering like cowards ♪

♪ Cowering on concrete showers
In Rikers Island ♪

♪ Victims, we the wolves that's wilding ♪

♪ We often smilin' at sights of violence ♪

♪ Acting brave and courageous ♪

♪ Ain't advantageous
For health and safety ♪

♪ So when we say run the jewels ♪

♪ Just run 'em, baby
Please don't delay me ♪

♪ And that goes for a guy or lady ♪

♪ The fam, goddamn we f-- crazy ♪

♪ I'll pull this pistol ♪

♪ Put it on your poodle or your f-- baby ♪

♪ She clutched her pearls
Said, "What in the world!" ♪

♪ And "I won't give up sh--" ♪

♪ I put the pistol on that poodle
And I shot that bitch ♪

♪ Run the jewels, jewels, jewels ♪

♪ Jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels ♪

♪ Run the jewels, jewels, jewels ♪

♪ Jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ And the crowd chants,
"Get that paper!" ♪

♪ And the mob says,
"Kill that witch!" ♪

♪ This city get mad to the max ♪

♪ Better wave bye-de-bye
To the high scrape kids ♪

♪ Get a tin foil hat for the rain ♪

♪ And hot water from the roof
To the basement ♪

♪ I'ma smoke till the planet erases ♪

♪ Build a white flag
Out of Zig-Zags, wave it ♪

♪ Often I'm smokin', coughin' ♪

♪ Sip lean on a bean like Boston ♪

♪ My young bitch here
Fine like Pam Grier ♪

♪ When she made that movie Coffy ♪

♪ But when my wife in town ♪

♪ "Hey, Jackie Brown,
Just stay up off me" ♪

♪ 'Cause if they don't
Somebody get shot ♪

♪ And they gon' buy a coffin ♪

♪ With the pull of a pin, a grenade ♪

♪ Get a crowd to they feet
And a soul to its options ♪

♪ I'm a fool for the win
I been made to be loud ♪

♪ While these other cats
Drowning in softness ♪

♪ In a urn or the dirt get tossed in ♪

♪ With a grin or a smirk get accosted ♪

♪ I'm a sin on a verse
Like a kid in a hearse ♪

♪ Or a nun in a cum shot
Stop it ♪

♪ Big beast in a cage
With a heart full of rage ♪

♪ Just seems I can't behave ♪

♪ You could try till you die ♪

♪ Oh, well, you failed
It seems the world can't be saved ♪

♪ These streets is full with the wolves
That starve for the week ♪

♪ So they after the weak ♪

♪ In a land full of lambs I am ♪

♪ And I'll be damned
If I don't show my teeth ♪

♪ Run the jewels, jewels, jewels ♪

♪ Jewels, jewels, jewels ♪

♪ Run the jewels, jewels, jewels ♪

♪ Jewels, jewels, jewels ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ♪