[tire rattling]
[rattling continues]
[grunting]
[grunts, sighs]
[tires screech]
[engine faltering]
[siren blares]
[siren wailing]
[wailing continues] [tires screech]
[horn honking]
[siren stops]
[honking continues]
[officer] Sir.
Sir, can you hear me?
Control, 2-Adam-3, we're gonna need medical
for a male who's been shot to the left shoulder.
[heart rate monitor beeping]
Mmm. Mmm.
You sure about that?
Your move.
[sighs]
What?
King. All right.
That's two out of three.
Okay, you are a winner.
Then why am I here?
Dad, I want to go home.
I know. I know. I'm sorry.
Look, everything's going to be okay.
It's not gonna be okay.
Listen, right now this is--
this is where you have to be, okay?
You have to be here until you get better.
Dad, it's not gonna work.
Don't you get it?
I am working on it.
You can't stop things from happening.
Stop.
You can't save me.
I don't need you.
You weren't there for Mom when she needed you.
Stop it, okay? Stop, please.
What exactly do you want me to say?
That it's my fault that she's gone?
Fine.
But I am not gonna lose my daughter.
It's just not gonna happen.
Dad, just leave.
No. No, I'm not giving up.
You can't help.
There are other treatments, Emma.
Please leave.
I wanna be alone.
[sniffles]
Emma, please do not give up on me.
Hmm?
[sniffles] I'm just tired.
Go.
[sighs]
Excuse me.
Mr. Gibson?
Mr. Gibson.
[sighs] Yeah.
I will have your money, I promise.
If it were up to me, she could stay as long as she wants.
I appreciate it.
[police siren wailing in distance]
It's there. I saw a couple of Valenti's guys in there this morning.
You sure?
Yeah, a guy named Cameron, their lawyer.
They insured it for a lot of money.
I was the one who arranged the insurance.
Okay, so this is legit.
The seed phrase is in there with the thumb drives.
You better hurry though.
And why is that?
Armored car is gonna pick it up in a few days.
What about our buyer?
All set.
[sniffs]
Ooh! Eh?
No, I'm good.
Suit yourself.
[sniffs, sighs]
So this guy, uh, you're sure about him?
Yeah, you can come in and meet him right now, if you want.
Been playing poker with him once a week. He's a whale.
[Nick] No, no, no. It's better if I don't.
He's not too happy with me now anyways. I owe him a ton of money.
Wait, no tip?
You'll get it soon enough.
[sighs]
Okay.
Hey.
These guys really stuck it to me. Can't believe I fell for it.
We're all set.
[sighs] It was supposed to be for collateral.
These guys are still holding on to my property.
Pricks. They want me to keep paying.
Merde.
[upbeat electronic music playing on speakers]
Hey, Nick.
So you own this place?
More or less.
You can sign up for an annual contract, or monthly.
It's cheaper to do the annual.
But that means you have to make a commitment.
Ah, funny. Funny. But that was a long time ago.
Still got that sense of humor, huh?
So...
do you think Jack would be interested in this?
I mean, it's 500 grand for Jack.
And plus,
more for your guys-- his guys, I guess.
And for you.
I actually can't do this without a crew.
It's good to see you too.
You doing this for Emma?
[sighs] Yeah.
There's an experimental procedure in LA,
but insurance won't cover it, so...
I'm sorry.
I'll see what I can do.
I'll talk to him.
All right.
Uh--
Funny, huh?
[chuckles]
Where did you find this?
Figured you'd want it back.
Keep it.
Thank you.
[door closes]
Business is slow, but I'm making my payments. You'll get your money.
It's a hundred K. It'll take ten years at this rate.
There is a way I could get you a bigger payment.
I have a connection to a job,
but only if it means I'm out of our deal.
Okay?
Paid in full.
[phone ringing]
Hey, Jim.
Yeah, no, I got your messages.
Really? Um--
That can't be right. I'm--
I'm pretty sure I already sent the check in.
Okay. Okay, fine.
Fine. Yeah, no, I will, uh-- I'll look into it.
And I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
Okay.
Fuck.
We can't move in until the bank manager leaves.
Fortunately for us, every weekday at 2:30,
she leaves to pick up her kid from school, okay?
So that'll be our window right here.
2:30.
Twenty minutes.
Once Jack gets everyone inside, you'll need my contact.
This is Ryan.
He's the assistant branch manager.
He'll have the keys to the boxes and the vault.
Now,
you can push him around a little,
but only a little.
Okay, it's just for show.
Why would we do that if he's your contact?
[sighs] Because the idea here is to make this look like a messy amateur job.
Thank you.
Now,
once you have his keys, you can get the boxes open
despite not having the customers' keys as well, correct?
I can get the boxes open. I don't need the keys.
It won't be pretty, but I can get them open.
That's good. That's good.
The uglier, the better. All right?
You wanna focus on the larger boxes, all right,
on the left side of the wall, here.
Box 23.
That is our box.
And inside, you will find this briefcase.
Feel free to hit as many boxes as you can,
but Jack will handle box 23.
Whatever's in the other boxes and--
and whatever cash is in the vault, that's all yours.
So what's in that case?
None of your fucking business.
There'll be plenty of cash in the vault and the other boxes. Got it?
Who's this mousy little freak?
[Nick] Shit. Right.
This is Xander.
He'll be remote.
He's gonna monitor cameras, intercept alarms,
listen for cops.
No one gets hurt.
Are you running this job, Jack? Or is he?
[grunts]
You listen to me. I'm running this job.
It's the last time I'm gonna tell you, 'cause I don't have time
to trade your ass out.
I'm running you. You understand?
[sighs]
People will be looking for that case.
And for you, okay?
We start really hurting people,
the cops are gonna take a keen interest as well.
It's just heat we don't need.
[Jerry] That's one way to look at it.
Sometimes things happen in there.
Not this time.
We do the job, we leave.
Feds lose interest and think that some amateur made a mess and got lucky.
Okay, they might be looking, just not for us.
Listen, fellas, we do this right,
there's a fat payday and everyone gets their share.
Okay. We cool?
All right.
[door opens]
That's crap.
How much you think Jack's getting?
I never done a job where we didn't know how much the take is.
This shit don't feel right.
[Veronica sighs]
No, don't worry about him. All right?
His dad looked after me in prison,
and so I promised him that I would look after his son
when I got out.
That's it.
Plus, he's got skills.
[typing on keyboard]
Did you get the buyer info I sent you? Yeah.
Okay.
Five days is a long time to lay low
before we make the sale.
The exchange is person-to-person.
I already confirmed the date and time with the buyer.
Changing it now, that would just-- Nah.
Leave it.
But I'm gonna need some insurance
so things fly straight after the bank.
No problem.
[typing on keyboard]
Standing by.
[Nick] Copy that.
2:30.
[Nick] Bingo, there she is.
Right on time.
Xander,
start the feed.
Copy that.
New feed starting in three, two, one.
[Nick] Yeah, copy that. Feed is live, clock is running.
[Nick] All right, let's dance.
Stick to the plan.
Everybody on the floor now!
Oh, God! Get back!
[screaming] Heads down, right now!
[Sullivan] Shut your mouth. [Jerry] Get down, get down!
Open the door. [Sullivan] Keep your head down!
[Jack] Open the fucking door! [Ryan] Open the door.
[Sullivan] You wanna die? Head down, right now!
[Sullivan] Shut your mouth. What are you looking at? Huh?
[Willis] Get the fuck back!
[chuckles]
Hurry. Open the door. Come on.
[Willis] Stay the fuck down!
[Sullivan] Don't be a hero.
[whimpering, crying]
Shut up.
You do not look at me, okay?
Don't fucking look at me!
Where's the key to the boxes?
They won't work.
I'm not asking ya.
Give me the keys. Good boy.
[whimpering, crying]
Stay down!
[Jack] Back in the lobby with the rest of them. Go.
Manager's coming out!
Get over here.
Get down! Stay right there!
I hear anything out of you, I won't think twice
about putting a bullet through your skull!
Box 23.
[locks breaking]
Let's move.
Don't you fucking look at me!
[police sirens wailing in distance]
Don't fucking look at me! [whimpering]
[lock breaking continues]
[crying]
Stay down! Stay down!
Four minutes. Let's go.
[person crying] No.
Let's go.
Faces down!
I said stay down! Head down!
Come on! Hey.
What are you doing? [person] No! No.
Hey.
Stop! Come on.
[Nick] Where the hell is he?
Hey, what the hell, man?
Hey, we're all set.
Yo, hey, what is this?
[person screams]
[Nick] What the hell were you doing in there? Huh?
[tires screech]
Show me your hands! Show me your hands!
Hands up! Hands up!
All clear.
HQ, we've got the wrong location.
[laughing] Whoo!
That's why they call me the Xan Man.
[singsongy] That's the B-I-G X-A-N.
[singing continues]
[all cheering, screaming]
Yes! Yeah!
We did it, guys! Yeah! Fuck yeah!
Goddamn!
[Nick] Nobody following us. We're free and clear.
Oh, my God. You gotta see this thing.
[Veronica] Whoo! Hell yeah.
Hey, look at that. You like it?
See what you can do.
I could've done that.
Hey, hey, hey. You guys knew the deal.
You guys keep the cash and whatever else you can find,
but not this.
There's 500 grand on that thing.
Don't lose it.
[exhales]
[Jack] All right, well, stick with the plan.
Can't have you guys out running around like idiots.
Wait a few days, and we all get our cut. All right?
We cool?
Here's a little taste.
[chuckling, chattering]
Yes.
[car door opens, closes]
[engine starts]
[car alarm chirps]
What the...
[grunting, gasping]
[gunshots]
[groans]
[horn honking] Let's go!
[horn honking] Fuck him. Come on, guys. We gotta go!
[engine starts]
[grunts]
[groans]
[horn honking]
Sir, can you hear me?
[sighs] You know, there was cops already here, okay?
I told them everything that I knew.
Mr. Thompson?
Look, like I said, right?
Well, I had...
I checked my tire, had a flat,
and then someone tapped me on the shoulder.
That's it. That's all I remember.
All right.
Well, feel free to call us if any details come to mind.
Yep.
[exhales]
Okay.
[door closes]
[groans]
[beeping]
He's hiding something.
Yeah, most ride-share drivers are scammers anyway, you know?
Working with fake IDs, primarily for the strip clubs, bringing them customers.
Maybe he just doesn't want us to know about it.
[phone buzzes] Hold on.
Hey, Reed. It's Cooper.
Yeah, do me a favor.
[door opens]
Hey. Hey.
Is everything okay? Yeah.
I need to use the bathroom.
All right, here.
Hang on to this. Okay.
Yeah. All right, let's go.
Actually, I think I can manage from here.
You got it? Yeah.
I might be a minute, if you know what I mean.
[sniffs]
[phone ringing]
That shit's gonna make you stupid.
[ringing continues]
I told you not to call.
Every time we talk to each other, it's a risk we don't need.
I haven't heard about Nick.
Well, if they found his body, it'd be out by now.
You sure? You don't sound sure.
Then what?
That wasn't part of the agreement.
Like I said, 50K to do Nick.
You don't get paid till I sell the case. That's it.
What are you saying, Jerry?
You're trying to hold out? Is that a threat?
You better think about how you answer.
Listen to me.
I have the leverage, Jack.
Either you get me the money or I'm not showing up.
You're gonna screw this whole deal.
The buyer is ready. There's nothing I can do about that.
Guaranteed money.
I want Nick's share, and that's it.
I'm not budging. You figure it out.
I will text you when it's time to get your cash.
Hello?
Willis,
I need you to do me a favor.
[groans]
Thank you.
Can I help you?
Uh, yeah. I'm looking for Emma Gibson's room.
Are you a relative?
No, a friend of the family.
Oh, I'm sorry, sir. No visitors.
Only immediate family allowed.
Can I give those to her?
Could you? That'd be great. Thanks so much.
Can we give these to her after her MRI?
[beep]
[heart rate monitor beeping]
[bear squeaks] [recording] Hi, Emma. Uncle Willis says hello.
Dad.
Hey.
I'm gonna get you outta here soon.
Where have you been these days anyway?
Don't worry. Why are you dressed like that?
Don't tell me. I don't wanna know.
Don't worry about it.
[coughs]
Here.
[coughing]
[sighs]
I'm gonna be back, okay?
You call for a ride?
I got you.
Let's get the hell outta here.
I never trusted those guys.
Got you some clothes.
You think Jack and Veronica are in on it?
Is there something we can do in the blockchain?
Or, I don't know, uh--
Get the transaction reversed or get it back?
We can't do anything without the drives.
Without the seed phrase, it's impossible to access them.
I'm gonna get it back. All of it.
[crackling]
What? What's that? Got a great deal on Amazon.
[crackles] You're gonna need it.
[groans]
Damn.
Looks pretty bad.
Look, I need you to go back to the hospital. To keep an eye out.
Okay, yeah. I'll take care of Emma.
Okay, here's the footage from before the robbery, on the cloud.
The on-site hard drives were destroyed.
What time is this? This is 2:29.
Who's that? [Reed] Bank manager.
And the robbery starts...
Just after 2:30, right around here.
Nothing.
It's a fake feed. [Reed] Yep.
Now, quick, go back.
That's the cut point.
And that's where the robbery starts.
And they switched the feed as it uploaded to the cloud.
This ain't no smash and grab. They're pros.
You have any other footage from outside the business?
Yes.
There it is.
Any plates?
They knew where the cameras were.
Only a partial. We're running it now.
Okay. Call us when something comes in.
Let's go see what's up with those safety deposit boxes.
Thanks, Reed.
No. [lighter clicks]
[engine starts]
[heavy metal playing on radio]
[snorts]
[groans, sighs]
[crackling] [groans]
Where is it, huh?
Hey, asshole, where is my goddamn case?
It wasn't me. Jack! It was Jack.
All right, where is he? Hmm?
Screw you.
Where the hell is he, huh?
[both grunting]
Where is he?
[grunting, screaming]
I don't know! I don't know!
He said he was gonna cut us a deal, okay?
He said we were gonna get a cut.
I don't know where he is, I swear!
[choking] All I know is he's hanging out with that coked-up whore.
[shouts]
[heavy metal continues playing]
You know what?
Never go near my daughter again! You hear me?
[grunts] Do you fucking hear me?
[recording] Uncle Willis says hello. Do you hear me, asshole? Huh?
Uncle Willis-- Uncle-- Uncle-- Uncle-- Uncle-- Uncle--
[shouts]
Uncle Willis--
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. [bear squeaks]
Willis. Hey, hey, hey!
Willis?
Goddamn it, man.
Piece of shit. Goddamn it, man.
Nick.
How you doing?
[sighs] You know.
Oh, shit. That doesn't look good.
I'm-- I'm not doing that sort of stuff anymore.
My-- My eyes are--
I just can't--
I see that.
[exhales]
Oh, shit. Let me get this out of your way.
I'm gonna have you sit right there.
There you go.
All right, I got, uh-- Let's see.
Let me get this bag over here.
I got a clean sheet.
I think this will work.
Oh, man. Yep, it's clean.
[chuckles]
There you go.
All right, let's see.
Okay, good.
All right, looks like you got two wounds.
Right?
Yep. All right.
Looks like you had a collision with some lead.
Yeah, you could say that. Yeah.
I got bad news for you. The sutures have come undone.
You're losing a lot of blood back here.
Any problems with your breathing?
No, no. Okay.
I'm gonna have to--
I'm gonna have to clean this up.
This is gonna sting a little bit.
But I gotta see what I'm doing back here, all right?
Mm-hmm.
[groans] Fuck, yeah.
All right, let me see if I have a clean needle here.
No, I'm just kidding. [chuckles]
Despite what the state of Nevada says,
I am a very capable physician.
This is gonna help. I don't have anything really for pain.
I got this-- I got this numbing gel.
Works on the gums pretty good. [chuckles]
You ready? This is gonna-- This is gonna hurt, 'cause this is the first poke.
[Nick exhales] Okay.
You all right? Yeah.
[groans] Just about done.
All right.
Whew. Uh--
You want some, uh-- I might have some pills for some pain, right here.
Use only as directed.
These look old and expired.
They still work?
Well, they work pretty good for me.
I just wanna finish that beer. Mmm.
You want one?
Sure. Take mine.
Hey, boss, that van that we found, it was stolen.
The partial license plate matches.
Any prints? So far nothing.
[phone buzzes]
Cooper.
Uh-huh.
Is that right?
Okay. Yeah, you got it.
Thanks.
A lawyer named Cameron just called.
Owner of one of the safety deposit boxes.
Filed for a missing item. It's insured for a lot of money. This guy's making a claim.
Can I help you?
Yes. Mr. Gibson for Mr. Cameron.
I have some information for him. Regarding?
Something of his that was recently stolen.
[whispers] Yeah, we have a guy that's waiting for him.
Okay.
Follow me.
Mr. Gibson, how can I help you?
All right, well, um...
kinda hoping that we can-- we can help each other.
I, uh--
I have information about that item
that was stolen from one of your clients.
Yeah, but it needs to be presented directly to Mr. Valenti.
My client list is strictly confidential, Mr. Gibson.
Even if I had a client with that name, I wouldn't discuss it with you.
Okay.
Okay. Never mind then.
Um--
Appreciate your time.
You know, I really hope that what I have to say
does not reach Mr. Valenti from someone else, you know?
All right, wait. Close the door.
I don't know who you think you are or what game you're playing at,
but be at this address.
Call this number in one hour. You'll receive further instructions.
But be careful, Mr. Gibson. Be very, very careful.
[door closes]
[line ringing]
[elevator bell dings]
I hope you're here to report progress in recovering our property.
The investigation's developing.
How are you related to the item?
My firm represents the holding company that owns it.
They operate outside the US, and we're registered to act as their agent here,
so when we learned of the loss, we reported it as their agent.
And what's the holding company again?
Argenti International. Have you heard of it? Yes.
Probably read our write-up in The Wall Street Journal. Actually, no.
I saw Interpol reports on front companies for mob families.
You must have confused Argenti with some other less-reputable company.
I assure you, we're a perfectly legitimate holding company.
We specialize in global real estate ventures.
So, would you mind telling us what the item was that you insured?
Not at all, Mr....
Agent Cooper. Owens.
Cryptocurrency.
And how much was it insured for?
An amount equal to its current market value, around two million dollars.
[phone chimes]
If there's nothing else I can assist you gentlemen with,
I have an important conference call to attend to.
We'll be in touch. Thank you.
So what do you think?
Two million? Yeah.
No wonder these guys don't wanna scan the neighborhood to find out what happened.
They wanna claim insurance.
[Afrobeat playing on radio]
Thanks, man.
Shit.
[line ringing]
Yeah, no. I was told to call this number in an hour.
Lamp store?
Okay, thanks.
Seems our ride-share driver wasn't as bad off as we thought.
Hospital called. This guy checked himself out early.
That's not a normal thing to do. Apparently, right after we left.
We'll look a little deeper. Have Reed run his name again.
Have her really run it, see what she comes up with. Copy that.
[Cooper] Hi, guys.
So, Mr. Gibson, you have something you wanna tell us?
[Nick] Where is Mr. Valenti? Hmm?
Do you believe this guy?
Let me tell you something, wiseass.
The only reason you're not spitting out your teeth right now
is I was told to listen to what you had to say.
You don't talk to Mr. Valenti.
So you better start telling me something I wanna hear.
I want Mr. Valenti to know who robbed him and that I can get it back for him.
Don't mess with me, jackass.
[Valenti] It's all right, Joey. [Nick] Son of a--
I wanna hear it for myself.
Mr. Valenti, I can get you your case that was stolen from the bank.
How?
I was in on the robbery.
Tell me why I shouldn't drop you here right now.
Okay, okay.
The assistant bank manager, he was in on it.
That's how they knew it was there.
Now he's dead, but I know who has it.
Really? Yeah.
'Cause they tried to kill me too.
So I see. You need protection.
Yeah, but...
[sighs] Mr. Valenti,
I imagine that you have this property well insured.
And if so,
you're positioned right now to collect on that.
But what if you could get the insurance money and the case?
Hmm? I mean, that-- [chuckles]
That's win-win.
And I'm the only one who can get it back for you.
And if you don't succeed?
You still collect the insurance money.
So I'm sitting here, wondering, why don't I have Pete here
just break your fingers one by one until you tell me who has it?
Because I can get it back for you a lot easier
with all my fingers.
[chuckles]
You got some balls on you.
But you screw with us, and I will feed them to you. Do you understand me?
Yeah.
Whoa.
Look, I need your guys' help.
Let me see if I got this straight.
You steal from me, they steal from you,
and now you wanna steal back from them so you can give it to me?
What's in it for you?
Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
[sighs]
A procedure for my daughter.
She's very sick.
So I get it.
You want what's coming to you.
Fifteen percent of about four million.
500 grand?
I'm not gonna let her die.
[exhales]
At ease, boys. Jesus.
[Owens] That's a lot of Eric Thompsons. Twenty-six in Nevada State.
Any of them have a record? One. Breaking, entering and forgery.
Well, that's good. Does he have an ID?
[typing on keyboard]
Erica Thompson.
None of us could get a match either. No.
And Ride said he's squeaky clean.
Been driving there six months, just like he said.
Okay, square one.
This ain't working. Let's get everyone together.
We gotta try something different.
Okay, listen up.
We need to cast a wider net here. All right?
I wanna pull every assault with a deadly weapon record,
every robbery within the last six months,
every Snickers bar shoplifted in the state of Nevada. You with me?
Then we need to pull the vacation or sick days of every employee
working for the hotels, local unions, construction companies
or whatever companies we can get.
And we need to cross-reference those together for the date of the robbery.
And if anyone gets a hit, or anything remotely resembling a hit,
you contact me or you contact Owens.
You got it? [all] Got it.
Let's go.
[phone buzzing]
[Jack sighs]
What's with you guys not following simple instructions?
Jack, Willis is dead.
What?
Where?
How'd it happen?
You talk to any cops?
Where's the case?
Jerry has it at his place.
Go get it now.
Get the hell out of there and don't go back.
They will tie Willis to you.
Dump this phone and get a new number and call me.
I'll text you, got it?
Hey, who gets his share?
[phone beeps]
What's going on?
Willis is dead.
What? How?
[sighs]
These guys are getting greedy.
Willis was a stupid junkie, always has been.
One less dumbass to deal with.
Where you going?
I gotta go to work.
[electronic music playing on radio]
How long you been in this line of work, Pete?
You are going to need this.
[phone rings]
Hey, Xander. What's going on?
Yeah, okay.
Get my hot sauce? Yeah.
Nice.
How's she doing?
She's hungry. That's a good sign.
Yeah.
I appreciate you doing this.
Of course, man. I got you.
Oh, hey.
Might need that.
[Nick] This is how you do it-- like this.
And then you go like that. Dad, that's boring.
And then you do this.
Let's eat. You do the twist.
Twist? I'm gonna get everything.
I'm gonna get a big bite. Oh, my God.
What? [nurse] She's not allowed visitors.
I'm sorry. Immediate family only.
Uh, it's okay. She's okay.
How are you, Emma?
You know, great.
You dating my dad again, or what?
I'm sorry. I need to take Emma for a scheduled MRI.
I'll see you in a little bit, okay?
She's not gonna be that long.
Are you ready, dear? Mm-hmm.
I bet you're here a lot.
Any news on Emma's progress?
Why are you here?
Look, I didn't know. I'm glad you're okay.
Does your boyfriend know that you're here?
No.
[sighs] Nick. Where are my drives?
Hmm?
[sighs]
What's this?
It's what you want.
[sniffs]
And how do I know that's not a setup?
You have to believe me. I didn't mean for any of this to happen.
How can I trust you?
What is wrong with you?
What-- What is wrong with me?
Your boyfriend tried to kill me.
I had nothing to do with it.
Wow. Wait, wait.
Goodbye, Nick. Veronica, wait.
God--
No, no, that's okay. I have the file. I can send it right now.
What do you got? Do you remember the dead guy we found in the car?
Mm-hmm. Bobby Willis.
The medical examiner just finished with this guy.
Check it out. Heart attack, asphyxiation, overdose.
They found large amounts of cocaine in this guy's system.
Mostly likely, fentanyl. Is that right?
And he called in sick the day of the robbery.
Bobby Willis. I know that name.
Two armed robberies. One of them was an armored truck.
Mm-hmm, that's right.
So listen, toxicology report's gonna take a few days,
but they found he had a crushed trachea.
Now what?
Now we see if Willis was involved in the robbery
and who his associates were.
I did a last-known-associates checkup,
and I came up with one name only.
Jerry Foster.
Parole officer says he and Willis did a stint together.
Got released about the same time.
And the PO officer also says that Foster has been seeing a dancer
that goes by the name of Monica Smith, aka Monique.
Monique. You got an address?
Sure do. Kenwood 1519.
1519. Let's go. [engine starts]
Well, I mean, if this is what I think it is, two guys should live here.
[doorknob rattles]
[cartoon music, sounds playing on TV]
What the hell is this?
[cartoon music, sounds continue on TV]
Jerry, is that you?
Are you kidding me?
I don't know.
[door creaks, closes]
Shh. [Ms. Foster] Jerry, is that you?
It's okay, Ms. Foster. It's just me, Sully.
Shit.
You son of a--
Go around, go around.
[grunting]
[gun cocks]
Stay where you are.
[grunts]
[Nick groans]
You need somewhere to take him?
Yeah, I have--
I have some questions.
I know a place.
[knocking]
Police.
What can I do for you?
Hi. We're wondering if a Jerry Foster's here.
What'd he do now?
He ain't been around for a few days.
Okay. Does he live here?
Comes and goes.
Okay.
Can you tell us anything about any of his friends?
Can we come in and take a look around?
You got a warrant? [Owens] Hey.
[Cooper] No, what we do have is probable cause,
and you are on probation,
so maybe you should work with us a little bit.
Only guy I know of is someone named Sullivan.
Sometimes he crashes at Jerry's mother's house
somewhere on Durango Terrace.
We don't talk much when he's here.
Okay. Thank you. We appreciate it.
[Owens] Thank you.
Okay, call Reed. Have her check on that Durango Terrace address.
Already on it.
[gasps]
[coughs]
Hey!
[grunts] What the hell?
Hey, hey, hey.
Where you meeting Jack?
Hmm? What are you talking about?
Where's my goddamn briefcase, hmm?
Screw you.
Can I try?
Please.
Who's this, your boyfriend?
[chuckles] You'll find out.
[screams]
God.
[groans]
He ask you a question.
[laughing]
Oh, I am looking at a dead man right now.
[groans]
[Sullivan] No. No.
No. [grunts]
No. No. Mm-mmm.
No. [groaning]
No. No. No.
No. [screams]
Okay, okay, okay.
Talk!
I don't know where he is.
Really. [sighs]
Really, I don't.
I don't know where he is.
Really.
What the hell is this?
[motor whirring] Shit just got real.
[electricity crackles]
What the hell is this?
I won't stop until I know where I can find Jack.
And how far we go is up to you.
[current humming]
[screaming]
Okay! Okay!
Free-- Freeport Casino.
Tomorrow night.
Attaboy.
Good work.
How's my gym?
My gym is fine.
Where were you?
You know where I was.
No, I don't. You weren't at the gym.
I don't care.
I know you have feelings for him.
You don't care about me or you don't care that he's alive?
What the hell, Jack?
Calm down.
Don't tell me to calm down.
You went behind my back, tried to take out my friend.
You wanna take me out too, huh?
[gasps] I saw an opportunity.
So I took it. So what?
That's the difference between people like you and people like me.
I make things happen.
I'm a winner. [spits]
Ran out of coke, huh?
I got you a little refill there. [shouts]
You going through withdrawals here? Is that what's going on here?
Hmm?
[screams]
[shouting, grunts]
You need a little snort?
[shouts]
How about you stay here? I'll go do this deal, and you just stay grateful.
No! We had a deal.
I do this, and I'm paid off.
You want him? You wanna be a lowlife?
There's the door.
You better get your shit straight.
[breathing heavily]
[cartoon music, sounds playing on TV]
Police.
[Owens] Gun!
Come on, Jerry. We got the place surrounded.
Jerry, is that you?
Jerry?
[glass shatters, clattering]
[door slams open]
Call it in. Copy that.
[radio beeps]
[lock turns, clicks]
[phone rings]
[sighs] You get my text about the drop?
Yeah, I'll be there.
Good. Don't screw this up.
Easy exchange, and we all get a cut.
We'll see.
[alarm chirps]
[vehicle approaching]
[police radio chatter]
Where you taking that stuff? That's my stuff. Don't--
Bring that back here. I'm gonna call the police.
It's okay, sweetheart. We are the police.
You're okay. Listen. I'm gonna call the police.
We-- We are the police, love.
It's okay.
Look after her. Sir, got 'em.
Good. Catalog that.
Take a look at this. Found it on the fridge.
Before you ask, it's a cell phone number. It belongs to a Jerry Foster.
Call us when you get a ping. You got it.
That's for you.
Pull over here.
Yep, what do you got?
Yeah, of course I know where that is. We're on our way.
Send for backup. We may need it.
Reed got a ping on that number. Let's go.
What the hell?
Somebody must've paid the bill.
Dead?
Still a pulse.
[gunshots]
[gunshot]
What the hell did you do to him, Jack?
Just taking us out one by one?
What are you talking about, Jerry?
[gunshot]
You and that stupid whore do this?
You guys are the ones that got greedy. This wasn't us.
What are you talking about? Then who did?
Where's the money?
Okay, easy. It's close by.
Here's the deal.
You give me the case, and you get your money.
Set it down.
Tell you what. You want more?
Easy now. Easy.
Jerry, don't be stupid.
[exhales]
[gunshot]
Nick?
Drop the gun, Jack.
Oh, we make a nice threesome.
Do you love her?
[gunshot]
[grunts]
No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no. Oh, shit.
No, no, no, hang on, hang on.
You're gonna be okay. I'm gonna get you out of here.
Shit, shit, shit, shit.
Hang on, hang on. You stay with me.
Okay? You'll be fine.
What took you so long?
Shh. It's fine, it's fine.
Mr. Valenti wanted me to give you this,
for your daughter.
Shh. Hang on, hang on. Nick, I'm sorry.
[groaning]
[gasps]
You need my help?
No.
Looks like we're a little late for this party.
Yeah, I guess so.
You remember this guy?
[Owens] Jerry Foster.
[Cooper] That's right.
What are we missing, Owens? Hmm?
What are we missing here?
What are you thinking?
Trajectory. It doesn't make sense.
Look at his feet.
Okay?
Dust 'em up.
Anything? No, sir.
Okay, keep looking. I'm gonna be outside.
I mean, who knows?
I'm sure these guys all probably had side deals with each other.
That's why they met here, right? Split the proceeds from the robbery.
Where's the money?
Give me that.
Okay, the getaway van and all the crew have been accounted for,
so, you think--
What about the cryptocurrency?
Unaccounted for.
All accounted for, but no Eric Thompson.
What, you were expecting to find him here?
Now do me a favor.
See if any of these folks worked or rode
for any of these ride-share companies, okay?
Okay.
[Pete] Monsieur Charpentier?
Pete.
Right on time. [speaks French]
What happened?
Where's the seed phrase?
Seeds? It was in the case. Now it's not.
Mr. Valenti told us to drop it off. That's all.
Other than that, we know nothing about seeds.
Payment's due in 30 days.
They're worthless without the seed phrase.
It's out of our hands, okay?
What can I say? Pete.
Merde! [grunts]
[laughs]