(music plays)
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(Frank scribing)
FRANK: Time?
DR. PATEL: Ten past eleven.
(Frank continues scribing)
Excellent.
Okay, Frank, can you tell me what animal this is?
FRANK: It's a lion.
DR. PATEL: Great. The next one?
FRANK: That is a hippopotamus.
DR. PATEL: And the last one?
FRANK: That's a dog.
DR. PATEL: Good.
Frank, now I'm gonna read you a list of five words.
I want you to repeat them back to me.
In about five minutes, I'll ask you to repeat
the same five words, as many as you can remember.
Okay?
Face.
Velvet.
Church.
Daisy.
Red.
Can you repeat those for me?
Face.
Umm...
DR. PATEL: I'm gonna read you a list of numbers.
I'd like you to repeat them.
- Two. - Two.
That's a little quick there, Frank, let me finish.
Now, I'm gonna give you one minute,
to name all the words you can think of
that start with the letter F.
But no names,
so Frank, for example, would be off limits.
Ready?
Go.
(music plays)
FRANK: Jesus, why can't I think of anything?
DR. PATEL: You still have lots of time, just stay focused.
FRANK: Fish, fun, you said focused.
DR. PATEL: Try not to get frustrated, Frank.
Frustrated Frank, there's two more!
(gunshot)
Christ, I can't think of anything!
Fuck, fucking.
Fucker!
(groans)
DR. PATEL: I'm sorry.
I know that was difficult.
FRANK: It wasn't difficult, I just couldn't think.
Do you remember when I asked you to remember
those five words?
The first one was a body part.
Ironically it started with the letter F.
It was "face."
Do you think you might remember any others?
No.
(takes deep breath)
(watch beeps)
Shit.
DR. PATEL: Sorry, caught with another patient.
Nice to see you again Richie.
You too.
Everything okay over there?
Yeah.
Yeah, fine.
So, how's your dad?
You tell me.
Well, if you recall when you first brought him
to me, he was quite disoriented.
At the time, because of his condition,
we were unable to adequately assess Frank's cognition.
But today, no delirium, so I was able to conduct
a more thorough assessment.
It's a screening tool.
Your father scored 18 out of 30.
Okay, what does this all mean?
Well, it very likely means that your father
has some mild cognitive impairment.
You might know it better as dementia.
Have you recognized any of the symptoms at home?
On examination his short-term memory
was particularly impaired.
Yeah, no, I've noticed that, but it's weird though...
you know, like he remembers old shit,
like really old shit from like 30 years ago,
but then half the time he doesn't recognize me.
It's never easy watching time take our parents away.
RICHIE: Yeah.
DR. PATEL: And it certainly doesn't help that we don't know exactly
when all this started.
The prison, they still haven't sent you any files?
Quite frankly, I'm not sure they kept any.
Regardless, I wanna give you some pamphlets,
some tips and tricks to keep his memory active.
And there is some medication we can try?
Is it expensive?
We can work out a plan.
Also, you should know, I have a legal obligation
to report Frank to the DMV.
With his impairment, they won't let him reapply
for a driver's license.
Yeah.
He won't be driving any time soon.
(car engine starts)
Who are you?
I'm your son, Dad.
(music plays)
(crickets chirping in distance)
(bangs)
Where'd you get that?
RICHIE: Convenience store.
How much?
RICHIE: Barely enough to keep the power on.
They didn't have any cash.
FRANK: What do you mean they didn't have any cash?
It's a convenience store.
Yeah, well apparently everyone's paying with Visa now.
What about the safe?
What safe?
Every store has a safe.
RICHIE: So how come when I asked,
you didn't tell me to look for no safe?
I got memory problems.
Oh, memory problems?
I guess that's also why you forgot to mention
these assholes carry fuckin' shotguns?
(Frank laughs)
RICHIE: Jesus Christ.
You wanna hear a hard truth?
I take it I've heard it before?
RICHIE: Many times.
Maybe this one will sink in.
The only reason I'm here, is 'cause you've got 50 years
of serious experience floating around
in that dyin' brain of yours...
I need to use it before you lose it.
FRANK: Why do you need it so badly?
RICHIE: I'm in a hole.
Well, how'd you get there?
RICHIE: I'm pretty sure I have a mental illness.
How much?
RICHIE: 50.
That's a decent hole.
Yeah, no shit.
When I was kid, you would tell me
about all this artwork you and your partner stole.
What happened to it?
I moved it.
RICHIE: All of it?
Yeah.
Scratch those for me.
Why can't you scratch 'em?
RICHIE: Just do it, okay?
Maybe I'll try the bank.
Well don't be a moron, you can't rob a bank.
RICHIE: They do it in the movies.
They do it in the movies,
they make video phone calls in the movies,
they... they pull casino heists in the movies.
Don't watch movies, they're full of shit.
Maybe I'll rob a bank.
I've been in the joint 20 years,
even I know that banks have cameras
and trackers and witnesses.
And believe me, you ain't outrunnin' the cops
with that... that shitbox you drive.
You know that shitbox is your car.
Yeah, and there's a reason
I never tried to rob a bank with it!
Get yourself a decent getaway car
and we'll talk.
We?
Like you said, my brain is dying.
Maybe I should use it before I lose it.
Were you packin' today?
(music plays)
FRANK: Jeez.
Christ.
You know maybe you should invest in a real gun.
I don't like guns.
You know when my partner and me were strapped,
we'd look around at what we had to work with,
and we'd find a creative solution.
So find a creative solution.
You won five bucks.
(music plays)
(birds chirping)
(drill whirring)
Uhh... yeah, no, I've got a headlight restoration,
uhh, can you just hold on a second?
Hey.
Hey!
(whistles)
You're gonna ruin the thread.
Look, I got a headlight restoration
and two interior shampoos comin' in.
You good for it?
Questions?
Can I get a raise?
(chuckles) Would if I could.
Lunch is on me when you're done.
Yeah, sorry.
Tuesday, I can do Tuesday, that's all.
(banging in distance)
I wasn't joking by the way.
I'd pay you more if I could, I just, I can't.
RICHIE: Ellie, don't worry about it.
You in trouble again?
See that kid over there?
Everyday he just sits there, waiting for his dealer.
Buys those patches now, you heard about this?
Yeah, the painkiller stuff, right?
ELLIE: Oh man, it's nasty.
Just roll 'em up, smoke 'em.
Used to be needles, now it's opium patches,
God only knows what's next.
I hear they're trying to crack down on it in the city.
ELLIE: Good for them.
If it's not drugs it's booze, if it's not booze it's cards,
if it's not cards,
well, then I guess you're really screwed.
Why don't the cops stop it?
(richie and Ellie laughs)
ELLIE: I haven't seen a cop stop a crime out here in years.
If you haven't figured out
that this is a lawless, Godless place yet,
you're a lot slower than I thought.
Hey...
I'm not slow.
(Richie and Ellie laughs)
You sleepin' with anyone yet?
Offer's still on the table, baby.
(music plays)
GARY THE GAMBLER: I bought a scratch card last week.
It was the first one in three years.
(laughs)
I know I should feel bad about that,
and I do, but I gotta tell you, it felt pretty good.
At least before I lost, of course.
But really...
and you know they don't make them
the way they used to.
You know how you could scratch 'em
on the bottom and find the double triangles?
God, I could go through 20 of those in an hour
without having to find a bingo.
(laughs)
So why do you think
you might have purchased the ticket?
I mean, you've been in recovery for a long time now, Gary.
So what changed?
I was just, you know, I was in a store,
I saw the card, I got an itch.
Hmm.
And do you still have that itch?
Oh, no.
I scratched that thing.
(laughter)
Oh, wow, Silent Sam, is tonight the night
you finally open up to us?
Okay.
Moving on.
Marjorie, welcome back.
(indistinct chatter in background)
Can I get one of those?
RICHIE: Sure.
I'm Winona, by the way.
Richie.
I haven't seen you here before, have I?
No, but I look familiar, right?
Casino.
- Bartender. - Bingo.
So, where you been?
Here. I've been here.
Three months sober.
Oh wow, good for you.
Does your sobriety apply to alcohol too.
(music playing in background)
I know what you're thinking.
Indian with a gambling problem, oldest story in the book.
I wasn't thinking that.
Most people who meet me are.
Would you believe me if I told you
that I've been working there for seven years,
and I've never even played a single hand of blackjack?
Get out.
WINONA: Never even been tempted.
So why go to the meetings?
WINONA: Starting to get tempted.
Money's tight, slots are bright.
I figured I should stop before I start.
Why'd you go to your first meeting?
Money's tight, slots are bright.
WINONA: Can't even ask for help either, you know?
Too embarrassing.
You ever try?
Father? Mother?
I have a very complicated relationship with my father.
That makes two of us.
(sighs)
Hi.
I saw you from across the bar, and I needed to tell you,
you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
- Thanks... - No seriously...
breathtaking.
Hey, buddy.
One sec, pal, we're talking.
Look, I'm only in town for a few more hours,
and I was thinking, I've never gone native before...
What do you say?
Pocahontas...
If you don't fuck off in the next five seconds,
I'll cut off your scalp.
Do you have to deal with that a lot?
Oh.
More than anyone probably should.
Sorry, by the way, just work stuff.
RICHIE: Is uhh, is that the new one?
This?
No, I got it online, got a pretty good deal actually.
Nice.
WINONA: Tell you what, why don't you give me
your phone number, maybe I'll call you sometime.
I don't have one.
You don't have a phone number?
I don't have a phone.
Wow.
I'd saw the 21st century called, but...
But... I don't have a phone?
You don't have a phone.
(laughs)
Man, you should definitely get one.
Can't afford it.
Hmm.
So steal one.
(music plays)
What the fuck is that thing?
That, is a video telephone call device.
From the movies.
Go ahead, flip it open.
Where'd you get it?
Stole it from some prick.
You lifted this?
Pretty much.
What's with the red fuckin' mask?
RICHIE: Chad Sanders.
It's like his parents knew he'd be a douchebag.
Lives in the suburbs, 40 minutes from here.
It's talking to me.
What is?
It has words, no signal, location services now disabled.
- Oh, shit. - What's wrong?
- I forgot about GPS. - What's GPS?
I don't know what it stands for,
it's like satellites, it tracks your location.
And you brought it here?!
I just need to stop it from connecting.
Well take the battery out.
- You can't. - What do you mean you can't?
You can't, they build it that way.
They build it that way?!
What did I just say?
This stuff is beyond me.
Well you better start learning, because this...
is our creative solution.
These things?
Think about it, used electronics,
it's a huge market.
We scope out a house,
you make sure we have an entrance, an exit,
you get in, you get out, no trackers,
no securities, nothing.
Only one condition though.
We only take from assholes.
No convenience stores.
No banks.
We hit these privileged motherfuckers
and we make 'em pay.
Okay, Robin Hood.
Which asshole is first?
(music plays)
Who are you?
I'm your son.
What do you want?
I want you to help me steal something.
(laughs)
How do you get in?
He leaves a spare key under the doormat,
I checked last night, it's still there.
And how do you get out?
Back through the front door.
And what are you grabbing?
Laptops, tablets, cell phones.
What else?
Earrings.
- What else? - Jewelry.
No, be specific.
Umm...
Come on, what else?
Fuck, I don't remember, Frank.
You know.
Cash.
Spare cash, right?
Sorry.
Cash.
It's okay, it's okay.
You'll be fine.
Just focus.
Get in, get out, he'll never know you were there.
Okay, I can do this.
You can do this.
Now put your mask on.
Set your timer.
You got five minutes before my mind starts to go.
Use it before we lose it.
Hey, don't forget your water gun.
Frank, don't forget...
just don't forget.
Go.
Go!
(music plays)
(dogs barking)
(takes deep breath)
Laptops, tablets, cell phones.
(dog barking)
(music plays)
(dog barking)
(music plays)
(dog growling)
RICHIE: Shh.
(music plays)
(sighs)
(dog barking)
(music plays)
RICHIE: Laptops, tablets, cell phones.
(dog barking)
RICHIE: Jesus Christ.
(dog growling)
(music plays)
Fuck.
Laptops, tablets, cell phones.
(music plays)
No, I'm telling you, the people,
it's fuckin' Hicksville out there.
Yeah, I called the cops, they didn't do jack shit.
Yeah, I bought a new one.
Yep.
Yeah, so there's this one chick, she's like a six out here,
easily a nine out there.
Obviously.
Wait you're telling me you don't use a relative scale?
Okay, cool, talk to you later.
(sighs)
(dialing number)
Babe, you left your hair dryer in the kitchen again.
Yeah, I don't know, just get off this juice cleanse,
it's making you nuts.
(knocks)
Jesus!
(music plays)
FRANK: Sorry, I forgot.
So, how much cash did we get?
Oh, for fu...
(music plays)
Next time leave it in the bathroom
where it belongs.
Also, you bought conventional mangos,
we're an organic household.
I can't deal with Mexican pesticides,
they make me nauseated.
I hate...
I'll call you back.
(machine whirring)
Can I ask you a question?
Why do we have to keep eating the same shit for dinner?
Oh, that you remember?
I steal them, okay?
Every day, I shove two of these down my pants
and I bruise the hell out of my balls
so we don't starve.
You should be a little more grateful.
(laughs)
You shove 'em down...
(laughs)
Where do you get 'em?
I work at a garage.
The owner, she has dogs who guard the place at night,
she feeds 'em this.
I'll pay her back.
Do you feel guilty about taking them?
Why don't you stop?
(music plays)
Yo.
Yo!
(music plays)
FRANK: The gun that won the West.
1873 Winchester, 38-40 caliber.
(gun cocks)
Lever action.
Manufactured about 1905.
Pow!
And this baby.
Single action army, Colt 45.
(music plays)
Now they're both a little beat up,
not priceless originals,
but if you found the right buyer,
they'd be worth a few grand.
Lord knows I don't need 'em anymore.
Where were these?
I kept 'em under my bed.
You been hiding anything else from me?
I'm not hiding anything from you?
No?
Do they still work?
FRANK: Last time I used 'em they did.
I don't have much ammo left.
RICHIE: Alright.
Keep these around as a last resort.
You're the boss.
DARRYL: Psst.
Hey, Darryl?
Got the stuff?
Stuff?
This isn't a drug deal.
Oh, come on, man.
Two laptops, a tablet, and a brand-new phone?
You wanna know the number one reason
most people get caught post-robbery?
Huh?
Stupidity.
Let me ask you something, how do you know I'm not a cop?
Huh? How do you know I'm not a cop?
Oh, hello, Mr. Officer, somebody just broke into my home
and stole all this stuff, this, this, and this.
Oh, well, ma'am, let me just check the internet for...
well, what do you know?
A brand-new ad for this, this, and this.
We'll have him arrested
and brought in right away, Stupid.
For the record, I'm not a cop.
I hate 'em, hate cops.
But you're lucky I found that ad when I did,
I deleted it for you.
RICHIE: How?
Next time you make an account,
don't make the password "password".
And don't use the library computers, man,
they're so easy to track.
Hey, everyone starts somewhere,
and like I said you're a lucky guy.
I panicked a little.
Okay.
Oh.
Panicked a lot...
(makes a disgusted sound)
DARRYL: Ah.
Here we go.
This is by far the most valuable thing you took.
This is worth a lot of money today, you know that?
I'd rather not.
Oh, you'd rather not contribute to the county's drug problem?
Aww.
That's great, man, sounds great on paper,
but you wouldn't have taken these otherwise, right?
You know, sometimes the price of poverty is a conscience.
Lose the guilt, lose the debt, simple as that.
Anyway, this is a pretty good take,
I'd say around three, four grand.
You serious?
I'll tell you what I can do for you.
I'll wipe everything, factory reset everything,
I've got an electronics guy, a jewelry guy, many drugs guys.
Why don't we meet back here
after you find another prick to rob
and then you bring the new batch,
I'll give you the cash,
and we'll get the ball rolling, huh?
- How do I-uhh... - DARRYL: 10%.
Yeah, 10%, I'll give you the same as everybody else.
I don't ask questions, I don't name names,
whatever the job is, if there's money, I'm in.
Fair?
Alrighty then.
Put 'er there partner.
Yeah.
Nice.
Can I keep the bag?
(music plays)
RICHIE: I'm gonna read you a list of five words,
and I want you to repeat them back to me.
Ready?
Face.
Velvet.
Church.
Daisy.
Red.
Now I'm gonna ask you to repeat those words again
to me in five minutes,
and we'll see how many you can remember.
Okay?
What are you grabbing?
Laptops, tablets, cell phones.
Jewelry, drugs.
- FRANK: What else? - RICHIE: Cash.
Thatta boy.
Five minutes on the clock.
Face, Velvet, Church Daisy, Red?
Face, Velvet, Church, Daisy, Red!
Hi, everyone.
I'm Winona.
Some of you might recognize me from the casino bar.
Don't worry, I won't rat any of you out.
What do you think?
I'm thinkin' I'm gonna have to start
charging you a whole lot more than 10%.
I played my first slot machine last night.
I sat there for three hours, just couldn't stop.
You know after all these years of watching gamblers,
I think I finally understand the appeal.
It's the rush, right?
It's almost like...
committing a crime.
Remember those five words we talked about?
First one starts with an F.
Face.
Velvet.
Church.
Daisy.
(music plays)
Red.
So, you still playing those slots?
Maybe.
You should know better.
You're one to talk.
I'm clean.
Are you?
Have you seen me at the casino?
Not going to the casino doesn't mean
you're not in trouble.
I'm clean, Winona.
I swear.
(music plying in background)
Okay, fine.
I believe you.
How's your dad?
Better actually.
I don't know, it might just be the meds,
but I've been keeping him more active.
Doing stuff he loves to do.
(Frank and Richie howl and laugh)
FRANK: Wee!
All he used to do was eat, sleep, and shit all day.
Sounds like Winston.
Winston?
My German Shepherd.
You ever have a dog?
It's like having a kid.
I'm telling you, I care more about that animal
than I do most people.
I would do anything for that guy.
You should come meet him.
Yeah, umm, I work a lot, I never know my schedule.
I never lock my door.
(chuckles)
Can I tell you something crazy?
I hit the jackpot the other night.
Five grand.
Slots?
You're kidding.
Uh-Uh.
Holy shit.
Pretty wild, huh?
You play slot machines for a month,
and you win the $5,000 jackpot?
Beginner's luck, I guess.
Next round's on me.
ELLIE: I have an opening at 03:30, and then another one at 05:00.
Yeah, no, we're closed after that.
(car whirring)
ELLIE: Uhh, tomorrow, yeah, just let me have a look.
I have a 02:00, 02:30...
you know what, I'm gonna have to call you back.
Can you hold this for me?
Can I help you gentlemen?
JIM: That's Little Red.
He's not so little anymore.
You remember Little Red, don't you?
And what about me?
Do you remember me?
Hmm?
And what's my name?
Your name is Jim.
Good.
Would you hold that for me, sweetheart?
No.
JIM: I just thought it might make you a bit more comfortable.
ELLIE: I'd be more comfortable if you left my property.
JIM: Fair enough.
We're not gonna be here long.
(music plays)
Please be aware that these are her words, not mine.
"Dear Robbie...
It warms my heart to see you
attempting to make an honest living.
I take no issue with you stocking shelves
or changing tires, I do, however, have a problem
with some of your new extracurricular activities.
As I'm sure you know,
I'm involved in a variety of different fis..."
- Fiscal. - Fiscal.
"Different fiscal ventures.
And over the last few weeks
you have begun to cannibalize one of them."
She has such a way with words, huh?
Cannibalize.
"I have no doubt that your heart is in the right place,
but I can no longer allow this to happen,
and it's time for us to talk again...
in person.
I look forward to seeing you shortly.
Lots of love, hugs and kisses"
(kisses)
"XOXO, Roxanne."
(music plays)
You got a car, is that correct, shitbird?
Good.
(music plays)
This is a real fuckin' piece of shit.
This must be killing you, huh?
It's like an alcoholic, going to an open bar.
Can you hear 'em yet?
The bells, the slots.
Ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping...
Yeah, you can taste it.
Ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping...
You are a fuckin' junkie.
(music plays)
(music playing in background)
Sorry for the noise.
I'm remodeling.
Robbie.
How are you?
I'm okay.
Just okay?
From what I hear, you're doing pretty well
for yourself these days.
Two jobs, a car...
I take it you're not living on the street anymore?
RICHIE: I found some place to stay.
Good for you.
Though I have to say, you never struck me as someone
to get involved in the drug trade.
RICHIE: Yeah, well, I didn't intend to.
(coughs)
Nobody ever intends to.
We go where the money flows.
And right now, my river is running a little dry.
I have no reason to give a shit about the electronics,
or the jewelry, but I have every reason
to give a shit about the drugs.
Out here, drugs are my territory.
Just like every money grab on the other side of that door.
(coughs)
What? Did you think that this shithole
was government approved?
No.
No, this is my world.
I run the game, I make the rules,
and as far as I'm concerned...
Any drug money you put in your pocket
was stolen directly from mine.
I will not allow you to pay me back with my own cash.
You've already tried that before.
I suppose in another world, it would be a privilege
to watch a young man grow up, but in our case,
it's been more of a tragedy, wouldn't you say?
Look at me.
I want you to know, I don't blame you
for coming here all these years.
Sweetie, when I look at you, I see a little boy,
grew up in a cesspool of addicts.
Addiction writes cheques we cannot cash.
You have an awful disease.
But a very profitable one.
(laughs)
(coughs)
I've been working on my will lately.
I wouldn't expect you to empathize,
you have nothing to leave behind,
but for somebody like me...
I've been experiencing something called
recurrent malignant pleural effusions.
Fluid builds up inside my lungs,
essentially suffocating me from the inside.
Incredible, isn't it?
The human body reduced to a clog toilet
in need of some plumbing.
(coughs)
This is what happens to us when we get old, Robbie.
I don't care if you're a billionaire
or a bum...
Time steals everything, leaves you with nothing.
It's a scary thing though, you know?
Realizing that my bones aren't worth shit.
Honey...
You have sticky fingers.
I need to take them.
RICHIE: What?
No, Roxanne.
No, no...
(music plays)
The mechanic is first.
Then the support group.
Then you.
Okay, sweetie?
Ahh!
(music plays)
You have one week.
(music plays)
(crows cowing)
(music plays)
So this is where you been?
Hiding out in the woods?
I guess that makes sense.
You can't hear the slots out here.
Ping, ping, ping...
You're not too bright, are you?
You could've brought me into town,
somewhere public, lots of witnesses...
(music plays)
(Richie grunting)
Ahh!
LITTLE RED: Jimmy told me to leave you alone this week,
but you know me, I can't help kicking a dog
when he's down.
(grunting)
LITTLE RED: Roxy took it easy on you.
(coughs)
Lots of people survive with only eight fingers.
I'm gonna take something a little more permanent.
(music plays)
(takes deep breaths)
(sighs)
You know, my partner never got used to it.
Every Sunday he'd go to Church,
even if we hadn't pulled a job in months...
And he'd beg for forgiveness.
Kentucky Straight.
That's my church.
RICHIE: What happened to your partner?
I killed him.
RICHIE: Why?
We don't need to talk about...
Yes, we do.
Why?
Why'd you kill him?
He got reckless.
It was a liability to let him live.
Yeah, well, you went to jail anyway.
FRANK: For theft, nothing more.
20 years in a cell versus 20 seconds in the chair,
that choice was real simple.
Do you regret it?
All my life...
All I ever did was take.
Now all I've got left is the past.
Funny how that works.
(music plays)
RICHIE: What was he like?
FRANK: Who?
RICHIE: Your partner.
(music plays)
FRANK: Who are you?
(music plays)
GARY THE GAMBLER: I just wish someone could tell me
why I keep coming back.
I know I shouldn't.
I know it only causes me pain.
But I just, I just can't let go.
Gary, every gambler who has ever lived
has been exactly where you are right now.
And it is crucial for you to remember
that you are not alone...
Hey, you're not alone,
and you are worthy of forgiveness.
(clears throat)
Can I say something?
Of course.
I used to play blackjack.
I haven't played in over 100 days now.
MARGARET: That's great.
Is it?
I have this goal, you know...
It's the reason why I do everything, and, but...
If I achieve it...
If I achieve it, what do I have left?
Do you ever wonder why gold medal athletes
return to the Olympics?
I mean they're not paid well to be there,
and they certainly already achieved their goal.
Sometimes accomplishments can leave us feeling empty,
when we should be feeling proud,
and if you think that that might happen to you,
then I advise you to set another goal.
You know, even if it's just something small.
Just find it, set it, achieve it.
And you just do it again, and again,
and before you know it,
you're not setting goals anymore,
you're just living your life.
Yeah.
RICHIE: I need you to help me kidnap a dog.
Excuse me?
I have a friend, and she just won a lot of money,
and I know for a fact she would pay a ransom.
You would do that to a friend?
RICHIE: I'm not gonna hurt the dog, alright?
And I'll pay her back, every penny.
FRANK: You need to take a deep breath and think about
what you're asking yourself to do.
I mean have you got a plan?
A strategy?
I'm not in this hole alone anymore, Frank.
And they're gonna kill them.
You gonna help me or not?
You know, this kind of behavior is not gonna save any lives,
it's gonna end them.
You finished it.
Yeah, what do you think?
Does it remind you of anything?
Should it?
(music plays)
WINONA: You should come meet him.
RICHIE: I work a lot, I never know my schedule.
I never lock my door.
(music plays)
RICHIE: I wanted to run, but I didn't know where to go.
I never knew where he lived.
I didn't even know he was out.
I wanted to kill him right there.
But then...
He called me "Richie."
(music plays)
RICHIE: I thought maybe he could help me,
so I played along.
I pretended to be his son.
I didn't know he had a daughter.
WINONA: Neither does he.
You know, after Frank got out,
it took me three months to muster up the courage
to finally go and meet him.
Only he wasn't there.
Imagine my surprise, to find this instead.
This doesn't really look like my little half-brother.
You've been planning this for a while.
I take it you don't have a gambling problem?
Or a dog?
Why the act?
Why not just invite me over here day one?
I wanted to get to know who I was dealing with.
Luckily, he turned out to be a bit of an idiot.
(takes deep breath)
That goal you were talking about at the meeting...
You really do plan to kill him.
Why?
He murdered my dad.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, well he probably deserved it, but still.
How can you live with him?
You talk to him, you take care of him.
Like I said, I need his help.
(music plays)
Did she do that?
To your fingers?
Do you know what she did to Richie?
What she made him do to himself?
Do you have any idea how much her family
has taken from my people?
Robbie, I know... I know revenge.
I'm addicted to it, just like you.
And that's why I don't believe you
when you tell me that you let Frank live
because you needed his help.
There's a reason you tolerate his existence.
Otherwise, you would've killed that first day you found him.
I would've.
Where did you get that?
My mom left it to me with the house.
Why?
Do you know where she got it?
She got it from Frank.
WINONA: How do you know that?
Because it's mine.
He took it from my house the night he shot my dad
in front of me.
Why do you tolerate Roxanne's existence?
WINONA: Can I answer your question with a question?
Will you help me steal something?
(music plays)
WINONA: I'm gonna tell you story that has a beginning and a middle,
and I'd like to see if we can figure out the end.
Seven years ago, I was hired to tend the casino bar.
Five years ago, I was promoted to managing the bar.
And four years, 364 days ago, I started stealing from the bar.
Every week, I'd sneak about 500 bucks.
Sometimes a little less, sometimes a little more.
But I never exceed 2,000 a month.
Two grand a month, times 12 months,
times five years.
You guys do the math.
Stealing the money was the easy part.
Now I need to get it out.
Every time we enter, they search us.
Every time we exit, they search us.
We can't bring any cash in with us,
and we can't take any of our tips home.
If only she watched the bar this closely,
we wouldn't even be having this conversation.
But here we are.
There is $120,000 waiting for us to rescue it.
And if you guys can help me do that,
you can take half.
(music plays)
Why now?
Why do you wanna get the money out now?
WINONA: Roxanne is dying.
And she isn't taking it very well.
And I need to get out while I still can.
FRANK: Does anyone else know you've been doing this?
Friend? Co-worker?
The new bartender looks at me funny sometimes,
but I'm pretty sure he's just staring.
FRANK: Well, if they're as thorough as you say they are,
then distraction is the way we gotta do this.
Get their eyes off of you and onto somebody else.
Are they watching anyone right now?
As a matter of fact, they are.
Blackjack switch.
Basically, the same game, but the player plays two hands,
and they have the opportunity to switch out the top cards
if they want.
What's the catch?
The dealer no longer busts at 22.
Instead, it's a push.
22 comes up more often than you'd think,
and we have one particular dealer
who likes to bend the rules a little when that happens.
He pays out?
She pays out.
I guess you should've switched to switch.
What time do you enter?
- RICHIE: 05:30. - WINONA: Where do you go?
Straight through the entrance, past the stage,
and I sit down at blackjack switch.
WINONA: And who do you see when you sit down?
RICHIE: I see our dealer.
Hopefully under heavy surveillance
by her pit boss.
As soon as I enter, I go straight to the bar.
WINONA: And what are you wearing?
FRANK: I'm wearing your backpack under my coat.
I order a drink, then I go to the cashier,
and I attempt to change the counterfeit chips.
If my memory's still working at that point,
I continue the act, if it isn't...
You'll probably be even more distracting.
Probably.
WINONA: Now I don't know about you guys, but as far as I'm concerned,
bad things come in threes.
We already have our rogue dealer,
who are you two gonna be?
(birds chirping)
I uh, I found these.
My partner and I used to wear 'em on jobs.
RICHIE: What happens to us?
When this is over?
WINONA: We both get 60 grand richer.
You get your painting.
Maybe we meet up again someday in a casino somewhere.
WINONA: I'm getting the fuck out of there,
and I'm not looking back.
Are you gonna tell him?
WINONA: I've made peace with my lack of father figure.
Have you?
If things start to go bad,
can I count on you to keep your cool?
Can I count on you to stick to the plan?
What are you asking me?
I'm asking you not to freak out and shoot Frank in the head.
I don't have a gun.
(music plays)
♪ You left something for me ♪
♪ To remember your memory ♪
♪ I stare at them for hours tenderly ♪
♪ They stare back at me with shame ♪
♪ They know true love took its claim ♪
♪ And I won't ever be the same ♪
♪ But one thing I can't seem to do ♪
♪ Is throw them away or find someone new. ♪
♪ Because that would mean I let go of you. ♪
♪ So your roses stay in a vase ♪
♪ Everyday a little less alive ♪
♪ But no matter how much I care for them... ♪
♪ Your roses die ♪
♪ Your roses... ♪
♪ Die ♪
(music plays)
(slot machine music)
Excuse me?
Is this blackjack switch?
Doesn't it look like it?
Well...
Changing 100.
(indistinct chatter in background)
Sir, before we start,
I'd just like to be totally honest with you here,
umm, I've never...
You've never dealt a blind man before.
TINA: No.
That's alright.
I just need you to narrate for me, if you don't mind.
No, no problem.
RICHIE: And if you feel like it, maybe slide me some extra chips
when your pit boss isn't looking.
If they ask me if I saw anything,
I can legally deny it.
How we doin'?
Looks like our pit boss is buying it.
Can't take his eyes off him.
Good.
Where's the other bartender?
In the back, grabbing some bottles.
Is he gonna be a problem?
Alright.
Ready for phase two?
You're up.
I'm showing King Two, that's 12.
I'm taking a card.
Queen.
22.
That's... another push.
That comes up a lot, huh?
TINA: More than people think.
Sir, you still have 50 on the table.
Would you like another hand?
You know what, let me buy in just a little more.
(music plays)
Well, count it.
(music plays)
Changing 1,900.
(music plays)
FRANK: I found these earlier.
I just want you to tell me how rich I am.
DARRYL: Need me to grab anything else?
WINONA: No, I think we're good.
I'm just gonna go to the bathroom.
(music plays)
What do you mean they're not real?
Sir, I need you to calm down, please.
Oh, would you calm down
if I was trying to steal your money?
No one is trying to cheat you out of anything,
I can assure you, these are counterfeit chips.
I get it, it's because I'm old, isn't it, huh?
You think you can pull a fast one
on the demented old dude.
That is absolutely not the case.
Well. I don't want to talk to you,
I want to talk to your supervisor!
Sir, I am the supervisor.
Well then, I don't fucking want to talk to you!
That doesn't sound good.
Sir, we have a problem at the cashier,
so I'm gonna temporarily close this table
till we get it resolved.
Hey, it's fine, I can still...
Let's go.
Sir, if you'd just give me your glass.
You think I'm a drunk?
No, but if you don't calm down, I will call security.
You know what you are?
You are an ageist.
And a racist!
(music plays)
DARRYL: What can I get you?
What the fuck are you doing here?
Excuse me, do I... do I know you?
Oh.
I don't give a shit if you forgot your Viagra,
prune juice, and Depends.
You're gonna abide by our fuckin' rules.
Hey!
Who are you?
What's in the bag, Darryl?
Why do I feel you know the answer
to that question, huh?
And why do I feel like you're here with Winona?
I told you the first time we met that if there's money,
I'm in.
Sometimes you just gotta screw some people over,
that's just the way it goes.
What's in the fucking bag?
(music plays)
Jesus, go get him some water.
Should I call 9-1-1?
Not if you wanna keep your job, Tina.
What is this?
It was you.
You ratted me out.
You told her about the drugs.
Look, he's at the cash right now,
he's not even paying attention to the exit, okay?
This is our only chance.
FRANK: I don't know...
I don't know where I am.
Let me see the old geezer's chips.
If you let me go, I promise you,
I will give you half.
You have something that belongs to me.
Go, I got this.
JIM: Where'd you get these, old man?
Huh?
- Oh! - Hey!
Hey, blind man.
Catch.
Go to the bathroom, lock yourself in,
and I'll let you keep your balls.
Yeah, umm, that seems fair.
(music plays)
Robbie.
Why don't we just take these glasses off, huh?
Where's Red?
(music plays)
Winona.
I quit.
(gunshot)
Roxanne...
Go!
FRANK: Hey!
JIM: Ahh!
RICHIE: Frank...
I thought I lost you there for a second.
FRANK: My brain's not dead yet.
(music plays)
(Winona exhales)
(music plays)
Bring the hammer back, take a deep breath, don't panic.
(music plays)
FRANK: You go east, I'll go west.
Whatever happens...
Remember, you only have six shots...
So make 'em count, son.
Hey.
Face.
Velvet.
Church.
Daisy.
Red.
Right?
Right.
Okay.
(gun cocks)
Let's do this.
(music plays)
(gunshot)
(gunshots)
(music plays)
(gunshot)
Are you okay?
Good.
(gunshot)
Ahh!
(taking deep breaths)
FRANK: Nice shooting.
(frank groans)
Hey.
We still have a job to finish, huh?
(laughs)
(frank groans)
(music plays)
I killed your father with that gun.
I know who you are.
How?
Did you know I painted it?
I made it when I was five.
Robert never told me that.
Then why'd you take it?
You must have known it was worthless.
I always liked it.
(laughs)
If I'm remembering correctly, you have one bullet left.
I've thought about putting this bullet
through your skull every day since the day
you stole my life from me.
Can I give you some advice?
Don't.
I've never been good at anything, Frank.
I do nothing, I have no one.
I used to blame you for that.
I thought maybe the one thing I could be good at was revenge.
I fucked that up too.
(music plays)
Do you know where I fucked up the most?
I've hated you for 20 years.
It only took you a month to get me to like you.
I'm gonna tell you something, nobody ever told me.
Something I never even told my own son.
You've got something to offer the world.
Use it before you lose it.
Robbie, what happened to my boy.
He killed himself.
I'm sorry, Frank.
FRANK: Would you sit over here with me?
Just take my mind off dying.
Frank...
I'm gonna give you a list of five words.
In five minutes, let's see how many you can remember.
Face.
Velvet.
Church.
Daisy.
Red.
FRANK: Has it been five minutes yet?
I'm not sure.
My watch died.
(music plays)
Hi.
RICHIE: You guys take donations?
Uhh, every $10 gets you a raffle ticket,
and it's all for a great cause, so it's a win-win.
The real one's a lot bigger.
I promise.
I'd like to donate.
CAMERON: Uh great, umm, what can we put you down for?
60,000.
6,000?
RICHIE: No, umm...
60,000.
(gasps)
(chuckles)
Name?
(music plays)
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