Ripped By mstoll Happy New Year 2015 - New Year, New Color ;-)
( Knocking )
- So, you ready? - Yeah.
You'll need to open the access panel.
It's screwed in.
You're looking for the primary wire, and the circuit wire.
What do they look like?
They look like wires, baby.
In this car, they'd be red.
So, are you still talking to the Rabbit?
Not "the" Rabbit.
Just Rabbit.
Oh, you're tight like that now?
He's got access to everything we want, Job.
Equipment, money...
he owns a few cops.
He kills people.
- Allegedly, Job. - Don't joke--
Don't joke, baby.
He's a motherfuckin' old school gangster
and we do not play in that sandbox.
- These them? - Yeah.
Now strip about an inch off each one
and give them a little twist.
It's only one job.
In and out. We're not joining his crew.
This the Ukrainian mob we talkin' about.
Once you in, there ain't no out.
How'd this guy find you, anyway?
I was referred.
You see, that is a problem.
Who the fuck is referring you?
Rembrandt.
Remember him, the demolitions guy?
I thought Rembrandt blew himself up?
No, just blew his hand off.
How's that?
Looks good enough.
Now, you need the ignition wire.
It won't be red.
Strip the same way as the other ones,
but be careful, don't touch anything metal
or you'll short us out before we even get started.
You know, it feels like you do this a lot faster.
Well, that's only because I do.
Things are going well for us, man.
We picked our targets,
I thread the needle, you go in...
It ain't like you to fuck with a good thing.
So, what aren't you telling me?
Okay, so, what, I twist these together?
Look, no, no, just--
Rub that against the other two.
( Engine sputters, starts)
And that's how you do that.
He has a daughter.
- Oh, fuck me. - I know.
You gonna get us killed over a motherfuckin' girl?
Not us, just me. I'll keep you off the radar.
You're damn straight you're gonna keep me off the radar!
You know how sometimes bad shit happens?
You make a mistake and it come back and bite you in the ass?
And you think to yourself,
while you're seeking shelter from the shit storm,
"If only I could go back to that moment, that place...
when I made that stupid-ass mistake and unmake it,
I wouldn't be in this mess."
Well this right here, is the moment.
And I am telling you for the benefit
of the sad or desperate or dead man you're going to be
as a result of this
that this is your moment.
Your last chance to save yourself.
So once you get out of this car, baby,
it's gonna be too late.
It's already too late.
- The girl? - Yeah.
- Fuck! - Okay.
Let's do another one.
Fuck!
( Buzzing )
( clattering )
( door closing )
Man: Are you sure?
Thanks for coming.
I just want you to know...
I'm not gonna let it stand.
I'm gonna find him.
And when I do, he'll wish to God he'd killed me.
Leave it alone, Kai.
I went too far.
He should be the guy sitting in there, not you.
You know, I...
shouldn't have hurt him that bad.
See, I'm a fighter.
I should have known better.
I already had him beat, but I just...
I just kept going.
Do you remember the rattlesnake...
when I was 14? 15?
It was shortly after my father hired you at the farm.
I was in the new barn.
I turn around and...
I see this huge timber rattlesnake, right in front of me.
It had me cornered. I had nowhere to go.
And I remember thinking...
"Hell, I'm going to die."
Yeah, I showed up with a garden rake as I recall.
One swing, that's all it took. I'll never forget it.
This is different, Kai.
A person is not a rattlesnake.
You were defending me.
That bastard came at me with a crowbar.
Kai, I didn't put that asshole in traction
or get myself locked up in prison
so you could wind up right next to me.
Now, I screwed up.
This is on me.
You looking for revenge is not going to shorten my sentence
by one single day.
Man: Time's up.
Is there anything I can do for you?
Yeah.
Just for this once...
let it go.
( Hangs up phone )
It's okay.
It's for you.
I am so sorry about that.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
I'm Detective Julius Bonner.
It was my team that took you down tonight.
Congratulations.
I got no game.
Some cops... they got game.
They come in here full of threats and rage.
Others try to be your best friend.
I don't think either way really works.
People just see too many movies.
Way I see it...
you know you got jail
on the other side of this conversation
and I got about 30 other cases on my desk
so all I'm shooting for is quick and painless.
I used your prints to pull your file.
There isn't one.
Not with us.
Not the FBI
or Interpol.
Congratulations, you're a ghost.
We don't even know what to call you.
John.
John what?
Smith.
You ever been in the military, John?
Mm-mm. No, sir.
I'm a pacifist.
Not according to the cops you had to tussle with tonight.
Those guys will swear you had special forces training.
Of course, that could just be some bruised egos
to go along with the bruised skulls.
By the way, I ran you through CID.
Again, nothing.
That tells me you spent some time in somebody's army
or you were something special in ours.
So special, in fact...
that there's no trace of you.
Detective Boner?
What is it?
John Smith...
is not my real name.
Way I see it, you're either a spook or a mercenary.
Either way,
you are smart enough to know...
that whoever you're working for set you up tonight.
I don't work for anyone.
Well, someone knows what you're up to.
Man: 911. Please state your emergency.
Man 2, heavy accent: I want to report a robbery in progress...
-( foreign language ) -( shouting, cheering )
When will you learn to speak Ukrainian?
Man 2: ...at the Capital Diamond warehouse,
211 Saw Mill River Road.
That anyone you know?
I'll give you a few minutes to think about it.
According to my report...
You knocked off that security system at 10:28 p.m.
Would you like to guess what time that call came in?
10:15.
( Door closes )
So...
Have you given any thought about that phone call?
- Yeah. - And?
( Click teeth )
Nothing.
That accent is pretty distinctive.
Ukrainian, I think.
Couldn't tell you.
Never been to the Ukraine.
Man: Well, you're not much
for conversation, are you?
Lucas: It's been a big night.
- Tonight? - Yeah.
This is nothing.
I sit here pretty often
across the table from guys like you.
And I feel like I'm catching you at this rare and tragic moment...
just when it's beginning to sink in
that life as you know it is over.
When I leave here later,
I'm going to go home.
I'm going to crawl into bed with my wife,
just as she's waking up,
and maybe, I'm gonna get laid before she goes to work.
It happens.
But you-- you aren't going home
for many years.
You're going back into a cell and tomorrow at this time,
you'll be in Rikers awaiting trial.
You're facing eight to ten years,
which means by the time you get out,
you'll be in your mid-30s,
but you'll look 40, and you'll feel 50.
You're a pretty handsome guy.
I imagine you do quite well with the women,
but it's going to be close to a decade
before you ever touch another woman.
And probably a day or two before you have a cock
in your ass or your mouth.
And the best you can hope for
is that it's not the same cock.
You got a place?
An apartment?
Whatever.
You probably left there...
a couple hours ago.
You figured you'd be back in bed by now.
Maybe you got a girl.
She's there... Now.
Alone in the dark, waiting, and wondering...
what happened?
That place is probably a few miles down the road,
maybe less.
And you are never going to see it again.
It's really hard to compute... isn't it?
Your life, that life, is over.
And that includes any loyalty you think you owe to Mr. Rabbit.
Come on. This case has Rabbit written all over it.
No. I work alone.
No, you don't.
You had someone in that building with you.
( Alarm chirps )
We know that much.
He ran off into the woods and we are going to find him.
Hey! Hey!
Stick to the trees!
And you two weren't performing some remote hack
on some of the most advanced security systems on the market
while repelling from the roof.
So by my count,
that adds up to three guys, not counting Mr. Rabbit.
What, you think I work for some...
criminal mastermind that goes around calling himself...
Mr. Rabbit?
- Yes, I do. Yes, I do! - Come on!
But what I can't figure out
is why the fuck you would protect the bastard...
who set you up.
That's not loyalty!
That's stupidity.
Give me Rabbit! Give him to me and I'll cut you a deal!
Maybe you get 18 months.
You'll be out after a year.
I would offer you witness protection,
but you don't have an identity,
so my guess is that you won't need a new one.
Help me take this fucker down and you can save your life!
And maybe that girl who's waiting at the apartment right now,
maybe she stays around because, well, a year's not that long.
( Sighs ) All right.
Okay.
Excuse me?
( Sighs ) Okay.
- Okay. - Okay.
Hey. Hey.
Can I get something to eat?
A sandwich?
You got it.
And you know, I'm gonna pick up one of those video rigs...
'cause it'll make it a lot easier than writing it all down.
( door closes )
I'm sorry it took so long. It took some doing,
to find a place to get you a sandwich at this hour.
I hope turkey and pastrami is all right.
Yeah. What time is it?
Uh, a little after 3:00 a.m.
Who do you have back there?
Huh?
Oh, the mirror.
Well, we use that sometimes,
but not tonight. I'm sorry.
You're not that much of a draw.
I'm about to implicate Mr. Rabbit and I'm not much of a draw.
Well, when we haul Rabbit in here,
they'll be standing there at that glass three-deep
just to watch him.
But tonight, at this hour, it's just you and me.
You ready?
- Okay. -Mm.
( Man chuckles )
Okay.
Now, this is for the record.
State your name.
John Smith.
Your real name.
That is my real name.
What are you doing?
I'm confessing.
Mm. That was a really good sandwich.
( Lucas chuckles )
Are you fucking with me?
No.
No, you're fucking with me.
You said you had no game, but...
this whole fucking thing is a game.
What are you talking about?
You told me you had no one behind that glass,
but every time you come back in here,
you smell like cigarettes.
- Man: I smoke. - No, you don't.
If you did, the smell would be stronger,
and you wouldn't have such white fingernails.
You smell like secondhand smoke.
So, you just sat there, in that chair.
You didn't look at that mirror once.
not even in passing.
I guess you figure that'd be a tell.
Right?
The real tell is not looking at it at all.
( Chuckling ) You're a fucking idiot.
You're a detective.
You're sitting here,
you're making offers way above your pay grade.
And you expect me to believe that there's no one back there?
Hm?
Oh, man... fuck you.
The deal is real.
You said you wanted to take the deal.
No, what I wanted, was a good New York sandwich.
I figure it's gonna be a while before I get another one.
( sighs ) You stupid motherfucker.
Lucas: Maybe...
But I'm not gonna sit here and do your fuckin' job for you.
It's your funeral, asshole.
( Door closes )
- He played you. - Nah.
He's just pushing back a little.
There will be no negotiations.
Because you already broke the golden rule.
What the fuck are you talking about? What rule?
You lied to someone smarter than you.
He's just a punk-ass kid.
He played you for a fuckin' sandwich and a coke.
I don't think I like your tone.
I don't think I give a shit.
Look, he's probably just bluffing.
He probably has no idea who this fuckin' Rabbit is.
He knows.
Hey.
Man: So what have you found out?
Have you been living with him-- what's he told you?
The party you're referring to has gotten himself locked up in solitary.
( Screaming )
You are being paid.
He's in solitary.
You want that to change?
Buy the warden.
Look, he's gonna get out the hole desperate and ready to talk
and I'll use every incentive.
( Screaming )
You understand what he knows, yes?
This is urgent.
This is Mr. Rabbit's only daughter who has fled.
I have to find her.
Does Mr. Rabbit know you're making this call?
Don't worry about that.
Just find out what you're supposed to about Anna.
( scoffs ) Right. Anna.
- ( Phone beeps ) - Asshole.
Woman: Thank you. Have a nice day.
Thanks.
Do you know what you want?
Uh, that's a lot to think about.
A little light reading, huh?
Yeah. I got the bar coming up.
They say study like it's your job.
So this is pretty my office lately.
Well, make yourself comfortable.
Call back when you're ready.
Thanks.
Hey, I haven't seen you before. You new?
I just moved from New York.
Most people go in the other direction.
What do you got family in Michigan?
Just needed a change.
Semper Fi, huh?
Yeah, I served in Kuwait a while back.
Did you see any action?
A little bit, yeah.
From the desert to the courtroom. That is pretty impressive.
You'll be a wealthy man soon.
Yeah, well, I don't know about that.
I'm actually hoping to be a prosecutor, you know?
Keep the bad guys off the streets.
Hey, miss, this coffee tastes like dog shit.
You got a fresh pot back there?
Oh...
No, all I have is decaf.
I'll put a fresh one on.
So, you got somebody special in your life?
There will be in about six months.
- Hey, congratulations. - Thank you.
So, who's the lucky guy?
Well, he's not around anymore.
Oh. I'm sorry to hear that.
It wasn't meant to be.
What can I get you Mr. Marine?
( Chuckles ) My name's Gordon Hopewell.
Carrie.
I know.
What can I get you, Gordon?
Hey, surprise me.
Okay.
Okay, almost done.
Wow, it takes less time than you think
to move your whole world?
Especially when your whole world's as small as mine.
Hey, you okay?
What, something bugging you?
No. No, I'm fine.
Come on, talk to me. What is it?
It's just a big change.
- That's all. - Honey.
( Kisses ) I know, I know it's a big change.
But I promise, you're gonna love this place.
It's like a movie town.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
It's pretty, it's small.
There's...
There's lots of young families, so it's a great place to raise kids.
I'm just hoping it's not too quiet for you.
Quiet sounds perfect, actually.
Look, I know it's further east than you wanted to go,
but these ADA jobs, they're not--
No, no, it's fine.
I'm fine. It's just--
I guess it just doesn't feel real to me yet.
You know? Husband...
- A baby. - ( chuckling )
- A house in the suburbs. - Right.
I feel like I became a new person overnight.
Well, it agrees with you.
And you know what I think?
I think it's the person that you were meant to be.
Mrs. Carrie Hopewell.
You have to admit, that's got a nice ring to it, right?
Mm-hm.
- You good? - Mm-hm.
- I am. - Okay.
You take your time.
I'll wait for you in the car, okay?
Okay.
( Door opens )
( door closes )
( sobs softly )
Lucas: It's our house.
That's where we're going.
I'm sorry.
- Hello, Sugar. - Kai.
It's been a while. I'm sorry.
Nice looking suit.
Yeah. Thank you.
What happened?
Sugar: Cracked skull.
New guys come in, find out there's a champ on the block,
they want to take a shot at the title.
That guy have a name?
( Chuckles )
So, you're the man now.
You gonna reach in from outside
and fix things?
I've discovered a real talent for solving problems.
Sugar: I don't want that kind of help.
You want to help me? Find me some good pain killers.
Stuff they give you in here is bullshit.
Look, Kai...
I'm in here for three more years.
I gotta figure out how to handle my own shit.
I understand.
I'll see about the pain killers.
Thanks.
How's the meat business?
Expanding.
I bet.
Yeah.
Well, you--you take care of yourself, Sugar.
You take care.
(tapping )
Sugar: Whitaker.
His name is Louis Whitaker.
( Hangs up receiver )
You still pray?
Or is this a special occasion?
( Speaking Ukrainian ) What of it, Yulish?
It's been a long time, my brother.
25 years.
Long enough for even the darkest anger to dissipate.
Or else, freedom itself would fester into unmitigated hatred.
Which is it, you wonder.
Which brother it is you now face?
So you've come to America.
This church needed a shepherd.
You're a man of God now?
We're all men of God.
And you, you're the king of New York.
If it's revenge you've come for.
I will let you have it.
You'll let me!
You really think you can stop me?
I see some things haven't changed.
Old habits.
That night in Kharkiv...
for years, I've been telling myself,
"You missed me on purpose."
You're always a hard man to kill.
And now?
You're older. Slower.
Tell me.
What would you do?
I would show no mercy.
What we did to you...
what I did...
it's beyond forgiveness.
It's okay.
This is justice.
( Gun clatters on floor )
Justice is for God to decide.
I can hardly blame you for falling in love with her
when I'd done exactly the same thing.
She was your wife.
Yes.
But not mine to keep,
otherwise she wouldn't have fallen in love with you.
At the time, I did not understand this.
But with age comes a certain, acceptance of these things.
You must miss her terribly.
I'm still lost without her.
And your daughter--
What is it?
It's been many years, Yulish.
We have a lotto catch up on.
But today though, I--
I would just like to enjoy having a brother again.
I understand.
Thank you.
Yulish, Yulish, thank you.
I will come by again... tomorrow..
Man: Bless me, father, for I have sinned.
Yulish: We are Eastern Orthodox Church,
we do not hear confession.
That's a shame. So how do you repent?
Yulish: That depends. If you've sinned against God,
then that's between you and him.
If you've sinned against your fellow man, well,
that's between him and you.
Man: Yeah. And what about you, Father?
Do priests sin?
Every day.
You're a cop.
FBI.
Is it that obvious?
At a certain point, when we're suited to our professions,
what we do becomes who we are.
I like that. I do.
( Chuckles )
So...
You know who I am.
I'm still trying to figure out who you are.
The black robes usually give it away.
There's no smoking in here.
Mm. That's just a rule.
We all pick and choose which rules we follow, don't we?
Like, for instance,
"Thou shalt not kill."
- I'm sorry, Agent... - Racine.
Jim Racine.
Why don't you say what you came here to say, Agent Racine?
I'm tracking a criminal.
A murderer who calls himself, "Rabbit."
You know him?
You would be more efficient if you asked me questions
to which you didn't know the answers.
Fair enough.
I follow Rabbit.
It's kind of a thing we do.
Arrogant prick like that figures he's smarter than me.
So he enjoys it.
anyway.
A little while ago, he suddenly started going to church.
This church.
Seems odd behavior for a violent sociopath.
So, I did some digging, and long story short...
Rabbit has a brother.
And that brother's a priest.
And I could have told you all this if you'd simply stopped by.
Yeah.
Would you have told me about Layla?
You were married. I've seen the pictures.
It struck me as funny because,
I've seen pictures of the late Mrs. Rabbit,
and unless you boys married twins,
seems to me your older brother stole your wife.
And ran off to America.
Which is not cool...
by the way.
You have my sympathy.
You know, I'm not good at very much.
The things I am good at...
Well, I'm very good at them.
There are things I'm very good at too, Agent Racine.
We all have hidden talents.
I bet.
Look, I'm not here to pick at the scabs
of an old heartbreak.
Well, fuck, that's not true, is it?
That's exactly why I'm here.
I mean, whatever happened...
it broke your heart badly enough that you became a priest.
That's some tragic shit, Father.
But my sources in the Ukraine tell me...
that before you became a man of God,
you were quite the button man yourself.
Back in the old country.
So I'm figuring, there's still some desire in you...
for justice.
Or revenge.
Justice, revenge...
Those are godly pursuits.
A man must strive for forgiveness.
How's that working out for you?
Like you, I'm just a man prone
to the same base impulses as everyone else...
jealousy, envy, rage.
In my youth, as you seem to have gleaned,
I let those impulses rule me.
Now, I'm older, maybe a bit wiser or just weary.
So, there are days when I rise above.
And sadly,
there are days when those impulses get the better of me.
I'd like to see you on one of those days.
I don't think so.
I don't think you'd like that at all.
That must have been one hell of a childhood.
Goodbye, Agent Racine.
God bless you.
Give the Rabbit my best.
♪ ( up-tempo music playing )
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