[snoring]
[metal rattling softly]
[rooster crowing]
Wayne!
-[gasps] -Oh, fuck.
[grunting]
[screaming]
-[Faye grunting] -[items clattering]
Dad! Rue's headed for the barn!
[Wayne grunting]
[panting]
-[gunshot] -[shouting]
[Grunting, groaning]
-[gunshot] -[Rue grunting]
-[Wayne shouting] -[gunshots]
[Wayne screaming]
[gunshot]
[groaning]
-[horse nickering] -[banging]
[bangs, grunts echoing]
[gunshot]
[Rue coughing]
[banging continues]
[Rue] What the fuck?!
-[gunshot] -[Rue shouting]
[gun cocking]
[Wayne screaming]
[gunshot]
[Rue panting]
[♪ dramatic music playing]
[gasps]
Oh, fuck! [shouting]
[♪ dramatic music intensifying]
[Rue shouting]
[♪ music stops abruptly]
[wind whistling]
[rope zipping]
-[panting] -[hoofbeats thudding]
[Rue shouting]
No, no, no, no!
[Rue screaming]
-[gunshot] -[Harley grunting]
[horse whinnying]
[♪ dramatic music resumes]
[Rue panting]
[voice] Run!
Hurry your ass up and run!
[Harley groaning]
[Rue wincing]
[Harley groaning loudly]
[groaning continues]
[Rue] [softly] Oh, fuck, man.
[Harley] Help!
Help!
Wayne!
[Rue panting]
-[G] There you go. -Thank you, thank you, thank you.
-Whoo! Whoo! -I'm a cold motherfucker!
-Baby, I swear to God! -Whoo!
-Oh, shit! -[laughing]
Damn! My motherfucking heart
was beating out my motherfucking chest!
-Yo, me too, bro! -Damn!
Did you see? He fucking got me, dude.
-He got me. -Fuck, did you see? I got him!
Motherfucker. I was like, bow!
-Motherfucker! Sit your ass down! -You got his ass.
[♪ music playing faintly]
[spoon tinkling]
[server] Here you go.
What do I do?
[sniffling]
We'll figure it out together.
[Maddy sighs, sniffles]
[♪ soft, tense music playing]
[bag rustling]
Good work.
I'm proud of you.
Come here.
[kiss smacking]
Come on, have a seat.
-[wincing softly] -Easy now.
[softly] Oh, fuck.
You know, I think you was right all along.
About what?
You and me...
we was meant to be.
-[fridge door opens] -[bottles clinking]
-[fridge door closes] -[bottle cap popping]
[soda fizzing]
You look like you're in pain.
'Cause I am.
[Rue sighs]
Percocet.
I take 'em for my back.
Mm.
You know, Laurie knows it was me.
[Alamo] Hm.
Yeah, that bitch thought she had the upper hand.
But little did she know,
I could train a motherfucking mule
to win the Kentucky Derby.
-Oh. [chuckles softly] -[chuckles]
Yeah, I could have fucked that bitch up real good.
But I'm a gentleman. No need to gloat.
So, I propose a 50/50 split of the load...
and a lifetime truce.
[Alamo grunting]
But it's still going.
Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Matter of fact, they should be sailing into America tonight.
I used to love these. [chuckles]
Hey, now. That's for the physical pain.
Not that shit up in your head. You hear me?
[chuckles]
[sighs]
-[exhales sharply] -I meant what I said.
I don't want you fucking around too much.
You're my employee of the year.
Matter of fact, I want you to take a week off.
-Yeah. -Go home, relax.
Run yourself a nice Epsom salt bath.
You need stitching up,
you send me the bill. I got you.
Just need you to heal up.
How are we looking?
-[G] Shit all there. -[chuckles]
Go ahead, take a peek.
[Rue exhales sharply]
Just a little token of my appreciation.
Rest up.
Don't come back asking me for more of that shit.
[chuckles] G.
-[G] What's happening? -[Alamo] It's good.
[♪ soft, tense music playing]
[money counting machine whirring]
[birds squawking]
[people speaking Spanish]
-[urine splashing] -[dog barking]
[child on TV] Could I see it again?
[power tool whirring]
You promised you'd show me how to shoot.
[people chattering indistinctly]
I know it hurts.
I'm okay.
[sighs deeply]
Alright. Go get the girls.
We should both go.
And leave this van?
[♪ suspenseful music playing]
[door bell jingling]
Hola, I'm here for some girls.
Sigame.
We good.
[sighs]
Gracias.
[♪ suspenseful music continues]
[van engine starting]
[groaning] Andale.
Where's my Coke?
Thought you were done.
I wasn't done.
Sorry.
Let's just get the fuck out of here, man.
[TV playing faintly]
How do so many people get to be so evil?
It's easier.
What, it's easier to do the wrong thing
than it is to do the right thing?
[chuckles] It's human nature. We're selfish.
Yeah, well, why did God make us like that?
I don't know, Rue.
But someday, I'll ask Him for you, okay?
[Rue chuckles]
Now, get out!
[screaming]
[crowd clamoring]
Do you mind if I sit on your couch for a little while?
Of course, you can. It's always yours.
Thanks.
[engine rumbling]
[♪ upbeat music playing on radio]
Kill the engine.
[engine stops]
-How you doing tonight? -Every day is a blessing, sir.
Ah, here are our passports... [grunting]
...and our medical pass.
-Where are you headed? -Just outside Los Angeles.
What are you transporting?
A couple young ladies who weren't satisfied
with what God gave 'em. [chuckles]
[Indistinct radio chatter]
[whispering] Hey, fix your shit.
-Name? -Edward Wallace.
You.
-Name. -Mitchel. Bilster.
Remain seated, please.
Hi.
-Your name? -Kitty.
No Kitty here.
Oh, my God, I'm so stupid. Katherine.
Christina.
You have any narcotics or weapons in the vehicle?
Absolutely not. No, sir.
[sighs]
Welcome back home.
Thank you.
[engine starting]
[♪ upbeat music playing on radio]
[gong ringing]
[narrator] [on phone] In the beginning,
God created the heavens and the earth.
The earth was without form and void,
and darkness was on the face of the deep.
And the spirit of God
was hovering over the face of the waters.
Then, God said...
"Let there be light."
And there was light.
And God saw the light, that it was good.
And God divided the light from the darkness.
God called the light day,
and the darkness, He called night.
-[bird squawking] -[Harley] I didn't let her out of that room.
-Did you, Bruce? -[Bruce Sr.] Fuck, no!
-Laurie? -No.
[Harley] Could Mitch have done it?
Mitch ain't here.
So, if it wasn't you, using the laws
of deductive reasoning, that only leaves one person.
But Faye's the one who woke me up.
Oh, speak of the devil.
Here we go again.
You got a long, thin tapeworm hanging out of your ass.
Ew! You're so gross.
Go on, get high. That's a great fuckin' idea.
If you can't get justice one way, get it another.
[phone buzzing]
Mitch?
Mm-hmm.
Okay, bye.
They're 30 minutes out.
About fuckin' time.
[DEA agent] [on radio] Package is en route. Air wing has the eye.
Copy that.
Can't wait to nail these fuckers to a cross.
[car engine starting]
[loose flatulence]
-[loose flatulence continues] -[water splashing]
Oh, fuck. Fuck! Shit!
-Oh, fuck, my stomach! -[Faye] I told you.
Bougie, get the fuck outta here!
If they were painkillers, you'd be constipated,
not shitting your brains out.
What the fuck are you saying?
[Faye] They're laxatives.
Babe, we packed the bags ourselves.
It's a set up?
In about 20 minutes, you ought to be dead.
After that, I won't have much trouble finding a man
who's already wounded.
-[cage clattering] -[bird squawking]
[dog yipping]
-[TV continues playing] -[animals continue calling]
[squawking and barking continue]
They know something we don't.
Wayne, what's your 20?
[radio static]
Answer me, boy, where the fuck are you?
[grunting]
[horse neighing]
[horse nickering]
Go! Hyah!
[♪ ominous music playing]
[items clattering]
Wayne, if you're listening, fuck you.
-[birds squawking] -[dog barking]
[TV continues playing faintly]
[squawking and barking continue]
[goat bleating]
-[sighs] -[bleating continues]
[♪ ominous music playing]
[neighing]
[goat bleating]
[helicopter whirring faintly]
Fuck.
I can't go to prison.
-Fuck. Harley! -I can't.
Fucking DEA, man.
[officers clamoring]
Fuck you, we should have fucking killed you
-when we had the fucking chance. -You think this was me?
-Fucking shit. Yeah, it was you! -You think this was me?
-Yeah, it was fucking you! -These are my friends?!
-Ohh! -Fucking idiot!
[officers shouting]
Harley!
[officers continue shouting]
-[Big Eddy] Fuck you! -[Mitch] You set me and my fucking people up, dog.
-[officers continue shouting] -Hands up!
[Mitch] My hands are up! Fuck you!
[Big Eddy] I don't have a gun.
I don't have a gun!
DEA! DEA!
[helicopter whirring]
Hands! Hands up!
[officer] [over megaphone] You are surrounded.
Surrender your weapons.
Comply with the officers
and walk out the front door.
[dog barking]
[agent] Got two suspects detained.
We're loading them in the BearCat.
[dog whining]
What are you gonna do, boy?
[dog whining]
-Move! Move! -Moving in!
Targets on lock!
[Bruce Sr.] I'm not going back to prison, bro.
Give me the word. I'll take every last pig out.
-[officer] DEA! DEA! -[overlapping shouting]
Hands in the air!
Drop that weapon!
Slide the weapon!
[officers shouting commands]
-[officer] Put down the weapon! -[dog barking]
-Put your hands up! Do it now! -[growling]
-Drop that weapon now! -Do it!
Hands in the air and drop to your knees!
[♪ intense music swells]
-♪ A soldier of fortune is the man ♪ -[officer] Nobody move!
-♪ Called ♪ -Hands in the air!
-♪ Paladin ♪ -[officers shouting]
[officer] Get your fucking hands up!
Get off that bag, bitch! Come on!
Spread out. Get out!
On your knees!
[shouting continues]
♪ Paladin, Paladin, far, far from home ♪
[officer] Get down. Down.
[helicopter whirring]
[officer in helicopter] I got a target on the roof attempting to escape.
[officer] Whoa, whoa, whoa! [shouting indistinctly]
[officer 2] She's on the roof! On the roof!
[Jimenez] What the fuck is she doing?
-Get away from the ledge! -Get down!
Step down from the roof!
Step away from the edge of the roof.
-[rope thuds] -[squelching]
[bottle rattling]
[rattling continues]
[power tool whirring]
[metal clanging]
[grunting]
Pork chops and pussy's on me tonight, boys.
[chuckles]
-[goat bleating] -[radio chatter]
[Indistinct chatter]
[goat bleating]
[bird squawking]
Tell Alamo that I'm looking forward to meeting him one day.
You tell him yourself.
I quit.
[vehicle approaching]
[passenger indistinct]
[birdsong]
[sighs]
[cigarette pack rustling]
[lighter clattering]
[announcer] [on TV] It's a historic day for SpaceX.
The nearly 400-foot Starship rocket
launched from South Texas today.
It is the first ever attempt at using
the novel catching method.
You're up early.
I couldn't-- couldn't sleep.
How's the hand?
Uh, yeah, it's better.
-Cool. -And now, breaking news
from Corcoran Correctional Facility,
where last night a prisoner broke out,
employing a method authorities described as unconventional.
Patrick "Fezco" O'Neill
was serving a life sentence for murder.
The inmate was last seen near the facility's east perimeter
after using what appears to be parkour
to climb the wall and escape.
Law enforcement agencies have launched
-a full-scale manhunt... -Oh, my God, he did it. Oh, my God.
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.
-He did it! -What?
Ali, he fucking did it, he did--
-What? -Are you seeing this right now?
-Yeah, what? -Oh, my God!
Oh, my God, I-- I have to go get him!
-Go get him? That-- -Yes!
-What? No. -Listen, I promised him
that if he ever got out, I would go pick him up.
-I have to go. -Okay, you're thinking crazy.
-You're not thinking straight, okay? -No, I'm not.
I know where he's hiding, man. I gotta go.
Well, what are you gonna do, pick up an escaped convict?
Come on, now.
Ali, you said it yourself. "Rain or shine."
-Yeah, but I didn't mean-- -Shit. Oh, my God.
Rue!
Framing the proposal as a cornerstone
of his closing argument against Vice President Kamala Harris.
Latest polls show a deadlocked race
between candidates Trump and Harris.
Arizona remains one of the most closely watched battleground states,
with both campaigns investing heavily
in the weeks ahead of November's election.
Come on, Fez, come on.
Come on, bro.
Fucking red!
Oh, fuck. Come on, come on.
Fuck!
[horn honking]
-Come on. -[horn honking]
It's green! Let's go!
-Let's go! -[engine revving]
[groaning]
Come on, come on, come on.
[car horn honking]
[siren blaring in distance]
[brakes squealing]
[♪ somber music playing]
[inaudible]
[♪ somber music continues]
[♪ suspenseful music playing]
[thuds]
[brakes screeching]
[tires screeching]
[police radio chatter]
-Yeah, I, uh, I need to get through there. -[both] Sorry, ma'am.
-The alley is closed down. -I understand that, but, like, that's my house.
-Yeah, the alley is closed. You can't come down this way. -Yeah, but that's my house.
-No, look! The pink house... -The alley is closed, ma'am.
-Ma'am, you need to calm down. -It's my fucking house!
But I already went to the other side, they said I couldn't go,
-and I came over here. -You're gonna have to wait till it's open up.
-So I just can't go home? -That's correct.
-Okay. Whatever. -You're gonna have to wait, ma'am.
-Okay. -It's unsafe.
-[Rue exclaiming] -We got a runner down the alley!
-[Rue] [grunting] Oh, shit. -[officer] Go, go, go, go.
-[officer shouting] -Fez!
-Fez! Fez! -[siren chirping]
[officer] She's going up on the roof.
[panting]
-[dog barking] -[sirens blaring]
[♪ soft, gentle music playing]
[grunting softly]
[♪ soft, dramatic music playing]
[♪ dramatic music swelling]
[♪ somber vocal music playing]
[voice echoing] Mom?
[gasping]
[♪ somber vocal music continues]
[chuckles weakly]
[sobbing]
[labored breathing]
[♪ somber vocal music continues]
[sobbing]
[labored breathing continues]
[♪ somber vocal music continues]
[sighs]
[cigarette pack rustling]
[lighter clattering]
[♪ somber vocal music continues]
Rue?
Rue.
[sighing weakly]
[Ali] [whispering] Give her peace.
[sighs] God.
[soft kiss]
[♪ somber vocal music continues]
[clock ticking]
[♪ somber vocal music ends]
[banging table]
[sighs]
Hey, Leslie.
It's me, Ali.
I'm calling with some bad news.
[muffled audio]
[pen scribbling]
[sighs]
[lips smacking]
[Ali] I used to believe that the world would be a better place
if people could empathize with addiction.
To understand that addicts were suffering
from an incurable disease...
no different than cancer.
The addict may be in remission, but that...
that disease ain't gone.
I thought that empathy was the key.
But if you can empathize...
with an addict, you can also empathize with a dealer.
They're selling drugs to feed their children.
Who can't understand that?
So maybe, uh...
empathy ain't that helpful after all.
And maybe the real disease...
is that people no longer know the difference
between right and wrong.
I don't care what your struggles may be.
You poison kids for money.
You're evil.
It's plain and simple.
[sniffling] The number one cause of death
for people under the age of 50...
is fentanyl.
That ain't an accident.
That's big business.
I ain't just talking about the kid
on the corner selling fake Percocets.
You know how many motherfuckers got to be complicit?
From the governments that allow their people
to make the chemicals, to the shipping companies
to bring that shit across the seas,
to the dockworkers that let that shit in,
to the cartels, the cookers,
the corrupt cops, the fucking bureaucrats at the border,
the nonprofits who justify it,
and the lawyers and politicians who defend it all.
A couple of months ago...
I lost someone I really cared about.
And for the first time in a long time...
I picked up a drink.
I didn't even know what to do with the pain.
I've been a Christian, a Muslim.
And suddenly, I found myself not believing in shit.
But that ain't it either.
I just know that I'm tired.
Tired of losing people.
Tired of spending my life
in these rooms, and in diners, and...
at my house.
Talking to kids.
Helping kids. Pouring my fucking heart and soul into kids.
Only to not see them get a second chance.
I'm done.
Only thing I know for certain
is that there is a right and a wrong in this world.
There ain't no in between.
You're either making the world a better place
or you're making it worse.
In the end, it's that fucking simple.
This is gonna be my last meeting.
I'm gonna find another way to be of better service.
[saw grinding]
[rod thuds]
[blowing]
[gun cocking]
[♪ gentle music playing]
[♪ gentle music continues playing]
[soft kiss]
[Cassie] Green makes you wanna online shop.
Blue makes you sleepy. Yellow gets you excited.
But caramel makes you horny.
Couples with caramel in their homes
are three times more likely to have sex.
Apparently, it tricks your brain into thinking about pleasure
due to its association with indulgent foods.
Are you sure you don't wanna just sell this place?
[Cassie] I owe more than it's worth,
but I think that's a good thing.
How is that a good thing?
Mm, because it forced me to put on my entrepreneurial hat.
We concept everything for the girls,
photoshoots, videos, hair, makeup.
In exchange, we just charge room and board
and take a cut of everything they make.
The only thing we're missing is a storyteller.
A-And that's me?
[buttons beeping]
[lock clacking]
[safe door closes]
[♪ soft music playing]
[lipstick capsule popping]
[lips smacking softly]
Don't wait up for me.
I'll be late.
It'll be easier if you pretend to like him.
[engine rumbling]
-[♪ music playing faintly on radio] -[dog panting]
What's its name?
-Snowflake. -That's cute.
I agree.
So you got yourself a girlfriend?
It's a boy.
You give him this haircut?
I wouldn't have thought of you as a poodle man.
Why?
I don't know, you kinda give me the Doberman type.
I like to surprise people.
You know what I would find surprising?
A little grace in this world.
Do you think Nate's ever gonna come back?
Um...
I don't know.
I hope so.
-Do you miss him? -Of course.
Be weird if I didn't.
But like, the mystery of it.
Him just disappearing?
That doesn't keep you up at night?
I don't like to think about it.
You ever read the Bible?
No, why?
Rue left it on the couch.
I'd wake up in the morning to go to work,
make a cup of coffee.
There it was, just...
looking at me.
What do you mean, looking at you?
Just sitting there, right where she left it.
Mm. That's really spooky.
Yeah.
I almost threw it out, but that felt like a worse omen.
So you just left it there?
After like a month or so, I worked up the courage
to move it to the bookshelf, but that didn't do anything.
And I still had this creepy Bible in my apartment,
so I was like, fuck it, I guess I'll read it.
And what'd it say?
A lot of things.
It's kind of incredible, actually.
Like, you'd think it'd be boring,
but there's a lot of violence and sex.
So there's a new Bible?
No, it's the same Bible.
So, the old one?
Yeah.
Was it any good?
-It's kind of beautiful. -Hm.
A little confusing, but fascinating and...
I don't know, it just had me thinking about a lot of stuff.
Like what?
Just that certain things aren't my fault.
Not that I'm without faults, but...
[softly] Uh...
Rue?
I think...
I've just had a lot of guilt about how I left things,
like I could have-- I could have left things better.
She was a drug addict.
Yeah, I know.
It's kind of like Dad.
The last thing he ever said to me was, "I love you."
Didn't make it any easier.
So it doesn't matter how you leave things.
It still sucks.
Yeah, but that's the thing.
Like, after Dad, I spent the next ten years
worrying that was gonna happen again.
To who?
To me, that I'd...
lose someone and...
What does this have to do with the Bible?
In the Bible, everyone's dying of all different things,
and they just keep going.
And that's the heart of it, I think.
Bad things happen.
So, why have anxiety about it?
Like, what good does it do?
No matter what, you have to just keep going, and...
that's the point of it, I think.
She had a really nice smile.
Rue?
Yeah.
I think a smile says a lot about a person.
When you smile, other people smile.
It's contagious.
[laughing]
So you wanna work together?
[sniffling]
I appreciate the offer, but I...
think I have to figure some stuff out first.
Are you saying no because of the Bible?
[laughing] I don't know.
I think I have to read it again.
[door closes]
[Cassie sniffling]
[gulps, sniffles softly]
[♪ gentle music playing]
[dancer] Hell no, I'm next.
[indistinct chatter]
[customers whistling, cheering]
[♪ loud hip-hop music playing]
[waitress] Just as you like it.
[♪ loud hip-hop music continues playing]
♪ I wanna leave the club right now, babe ♪
♪ I wanna leave the club right now ♪
♪ I'm feeling this shit, it's thumping ♪
♪ I'm finna get you out of here ♪
[Alamo] There she is, my favorite little CEO.
[dancer] You like that, baby.
[music and chatter continue]
♪ Ooh, baby, please, buss it open, show me, babe ♪
♪ Ooh, baby, please, buss it for a real player ♪
♪ Ooh, baby, please, I want you how I want you ♪
♪ Ooh baby, please, smurk ♪
♪ VIP, I'm off the mud right now ♪
♪ My bitch text my phone, leave the club right now ♪
♪ Make excuse, the kids need me I'm a do it right now ♪
♪ Quarter ticket for the backend, going to court right now ♪
♪ They saying gotta watch they stories ♪
♪ Told me if I lied, then she probably turn to Lori ♪
♪ Your friends over there, when I pull up, we having orgies ♪
Keep an eye on Snowflake.
-Oh, my God. -Okay.
So adorable.
[♪ dramatic music playing]
[light applause]
[♪ dramatic music continues playing]
[snake hissing]
[♪ loud hip-hop music playing]
[lock clicking, rattling]
[music and chatter continue]
[music and chatter muffling, fading]
[♪ dramatic music playing]
-[♪ tense music playing] -[footsteps echoing]
[Champagne pouring]
[chuckles]
[chuckles, sniffs]
[bag thuds]
You don't want to count it?
-Nah. -It could be a deck of playing cards.
I had an epiphany.
-What? -I had an epiphany.
I was sitting at the edge of the stage
watching Kitty dance.
She tall, but limber.
And as she parted her pins like a little marionette,
that's when it happened.
-What happened? -My epiphany.
I dedicated my life to pussy.
Bought, sold, fucked, devoured every shape and size.
But there I was...
staring up at Kitty's slit...
when it consumed me.
It was fear.
I might run the club.
But pussy still runs me.
Hm.
So what the fuck I been doing all this time?
You've been building a business.
For what?
For who?
For you.
To be free.
-Free? -Mm-hmm.
[sighs]
I'm just another slave with a little more money in my hand.
-[♪ loud hip-hop music playing] -[chattering, cheering]
I'm Kitty, and I love a man in uniform.
Where's your manager?
You look like you just got home from work.
Wanna let off some steam?
[gasps]
I asked for your manager.
[music and chatter continue]
[dancers chattering]
[knocking]
-[Kitty] G? -Yeah.
There's a man here to see you.
Tell him I got my hands full.
-[dancers chuckle] -Can you tell him?
[music and chatter continue]
[♪ muffled music continues playing]
[blinds rattling]
[G] Y'all keep that shit wet.
I think you just need to lay off the merchandise.
I think it's deeper than that.
This thing that you got between your legs?
It's a miracle.
I'm talking white picket fences.
That Norman Rockwell kind of life.
Cute little girl in the kitchen...
barefoot and pregnant.
Us?
It's biblical.
You sure about that?
I want the American dream.
I'm old.
The American dream, baby.
I want it.
For our four beautiful cocoa-colored babies, too.
[♪ loud hip-hop music playing]
What's up, soldier? What you want?
Are you the manager?
-Who's asking? -Me.
[Kitty] How are you?
I don't know no motherfucking "Me."
Who is you?
A friend of Rue's.
[♪ loud hip-hop continues playing]
[G] Well, Rue don't work here no more.
-Why? -People come and people go.
Is this place owned by Alamo Brown?
You know what, for a stranger...
you ask a lot of motherfucking questions.
[gun cocking]
Sit your monkey ass down.
Put your hands where I can see 'em.
Kidd. Hey, Kidd.
Hey, Kidd.
Lean in.
Now, if you lie to me...
I'm gonna blow your motherfucking dick off.
Now, I asked you a question.
Is this place owned by Alamo Brown?
-Mm-hmm. -Is he here?
-Mm-hmm. -Good, good.
What happened to Rue?
-She OD'd. -How?
Fentanyl.
Who the fuck gave it to her?
I don't know.
Nigga, look at this.
You lied to me.
-[gunshot] -[people screaming]
[screaming continues]
[Ali] I'm here for Alamo Brown.
[dancer gasps]
[Ali] Alamo motherfucking Brown!
Get your bitch ass out here!
[gunfire]
[grunting]
[people shouting]
-[banging] -[shouting]
-[gun cocking] -Alamo Brown!
Alamo, get the fuck down here!
I ain't fucking with y'all.
-Hands where I can fucking see 'em! -[people shouting]
You wanna die tonight, motherfucker? Step up!
Drop it on the ground!
[gun thuds]
Get your dick against the wall.
Dick against the motherfucking wall!
I'm here for one motherfucker!
-Alamo Brown. -[Alamo sighs]
[Ali] Alamo!
Alamo Brown!
-Bitch-ass-- -[glass shattering]
[Alamo] Someone say my motherfucking name?
This is fucking Alamo Brown!
[♪ high-pitched, discordant music playing]
[Maddy gasps]
Yeah, what?
Go on, shoot.
Shoot, nigga. Shoot!
You want you some Alamo Brown?
I'll be right out.
[Maddy gasps]
Got a Remington 870, huh?
[Ali] Yeah, motherfucker.
[Alamo] I might not be the most educated nigger on the planet...
but I do know how to count.
And you got three shots left, soldier.
And I got way more than three armed motherfuckers up in here.
So unless you got another gun I don't know about...
odds are...
you gonna die tonight.
I'm prepared for that.
[Alamo] You know, you could have shot
right through that girl and killed my Black ass stone dead.
But you hesitated.
You a man of principle?
Bring your bitch ass out here and find out.
[Alamo laughing]
Ladies and gentlemen, we got us
a big swinging Mandingo dick up in here tonight.
How 'bout this, Mandingo?
I'll give your Black ass one fair shot of me
before my boys blow your ass to bits.
-I'll take it. -So go on ahead
and lower that shotgun...
and we can settle this the old-fashioned way.
The old-fashioned way?
[chuckles] Yeah.
Word is bond.
[Alamo] Kitty?
Yeah?
That motherfucker lower the shotgun?
Yeah.
-Bitch, I can't hear you! -Yes!
Bitch, you don't sound too sure.
[Kitty] I'm sure.
[♪ dramatic music playing]
So, what's your name?
You wanna tell me who sent you?
Rue.
So you got a score to settle.
Something like that.
Kitty.
-Kitty. -Yeah?
Grab me a champagne bottle.
Got it.
[Alamo] It empty?
[champagne sloshing]
No.
Bring it over here, sweet cheeks.
[champagne sloshing]
[sighs]
That's some good shit.
-You want some? -I don't drink.
Motherfucker, you ain't no fun.
Kitty.
Take this here bottle...
and roll it across that bar right there.
[dancer gasps, grunts]
And when it drops...
all you motherfuckers best duck.
[glass breaking]
'Cause that's when we gonna draw.
[glass breaking]
Now how that sound?
Fine by me.
Just so we're clear...
guns stay down till that bottle shatters now.
No cheatin'.
[Alamo] Alright, Kitty cat.
Let that motherfucker roll.
One Mississippi.
Two Mississippi.
Three Mississippi.
[bottle rolling]
[♪ suspenseful music playing]
[bottle continues rolling]
[gasps softly]
[gun clicking]
[♪ suspenseful music stops abruptly]
[shattering]
I'll see you in hell, you motherfu--
[gunshot]
[♪ epic dramatic music playing]
[body thuds]
[chuckles softly]
[gurgling]
Just in case.
[gunshot]
[dancer whimpering]
May God have mercy.
Can I give you a ride home?
[♪ Western music playing]
[chickens clucking]
[horse whinnying]
How can I help you?
My daughter stayed here a while back.
She said it was the most peaceful place she'd ever been.
[Daisy] Ruby?
-Yeah. -How is she?
[sighs]
She's in a better place.
[Mr. Miller] Well, I'm-- I'm sorry to hear that.
What's your name?
Martin. Martin McQueen.
Pleasure to meet you, Martin.
Why don't you come in? Let's have some coffee and...
talk a bit, hm?
[♪ gentle music playing]
[♪ gentle music continues]
♪♪
[horse nickering]
She just had her baby three months ago.
It's a miracle.
You hungry?
Follow me.
[Mr. Miller] Martin, would you please lead us in grace?
Father...
I pray today for those whose eyes
have grown weak with sorrow...
whose soul and body are weighed down by grief...
and whose strength is failing.
Lord, pour out Your mercy upon them.
Let Your face shine upon them and save them
in Your unfailing love.
[sighs]
Thank you, Rue.
Let her memory be a blessing.
Amen.
[chuckles softly]
[whispering] Amen.
[family] Amen.
[♪ gentle music continues playing]
♪♪
[Rue] May God bless us all.
[♪ gentle music continues playing]