- Life is about choices.
Heads or tails,
A or B, right or wrong,
live or die.
And sometimes we forget that the choices that we make
affect everyone around us,
for the good and for the bad.
And some of those choices are much bigger than others,
choices that, if they go your way,
you get everything you've ever desired.
But if they go the other way,
you, your family, and your friends
will feel the heartache, pain, and ultimate sadness.
[ominous music]
I guess the question is, could you make a choice like that?
A choice that risked losing
everything you have and everyone you love?
Could you do it?
Because I did.
♪ ♪
[Deitrick Haddon's "Made It Home"]
- [vocalizing]
♪ ♪
- ♪ The road wasn't easy ♪ - ♪ Wasn't easy ♪
- ♪ Journey was long ♪ - ♪ So long ♪
♪ I found the courage ♪
♪ To keep on pressing on ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Hey.
- What the fuck is everyone looking at?
- What do you think they're looking at it?
Did you have to wear your uniform?
- Yeah, I did. I told you.
I'm going into the station right after this.
Besides, they know I'm one of the good ones, right?
- Yeah, I don't know--maybe take your hand off your gun
in a room full of grieving Black people.
- How you doing?
Fucking shame about Teddy.
I just talked to him last week.
He got me a new battery for the police cruiser.
Didn't charge me a dime. - Probably wasn't new.
- The fuck it wasn't new. The man said it was new.
- Fine, it was new. - Yeah.
Well, you know, it was... new.
Like you know car batteries.
- I don't?
- You run a hardware store.
- For now I do, but I know some battery shit.
- What's that mean?
- It means I'm no expert,
but I know some things about batteries.
- No, fuck-o, I said, "You run a hardware store,"
and you said, "Yeah, for now I do."
- Yeah.
- Goddamn, Leon, why'd you say "for now"?
- I don't want to talk about it.
- Whatever.
- I had ten fucking hardware stores
before Home Depot came in and fucked me.
And now a Lowe's is coming in? A fucking Lowe's?
- Okay.
- They're going to fuck me out of the one hardware store
I still have left.
I got the bank up my ass.
I-I took out a second on the house.
Cathy has been up my ass every motherfucking minute
of every goddamn day.
- Sounds like you got a lot of things up your ass.
- There is nothing in the world
that isn't currently at my ass right now.
I don't want to talk about it.
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
- [inhales deeply] Mm.
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
It's time, Joe.
♪ ♪
- First off, me, Angela, and Jen
would like to thank everyone
for coming out and showing so much love.
And not just today,
but for all the days since my dad passed.
I had lunch with Pops the day before the accident.
All he talked about was his granddaughter--
how proud he is that she made it into Carnegie Mellon.
Talked about work
and how he loved to drive around in that...
squeaky piece-of-shit tow truck of his.
[laughter] He loved helping strangers.
Hardly charged them anything. - Told you.
- Battery was not new. - Would you shut up?
- Calling the man a liar at his own funeral?
- Show some respect. - Shut the fuck up!
- Anyway, it was a nice day.
It was our last day.
I remember my pop's last words to me.
Pulled me close, and he said, son...
He said, son, with everything I am...
Fuck Tom Brady. [laughter]
He said fuck 'em.
Fuck Belichick, fuck everybody in Boston, fuck 'em.
Fuck Tampa Bay, fuck everything about 'em.
Fuck 'em and feed 'em beans. That's what he told me.
Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em!
- Fuck Tom Brady! - Yeah!
[laughter]
- Fuck that pretty boy. - [laughs]
- I'd like to fuck him. all: Oh!
- Okay. Everybody, let's just bring it on back.
That's enough.
- Everybody grab a drink, please.
Please. Everyone.
[clears throat]
To Teddy Washington,
grandfather, father,
tow-truck driver, sometimes asshole...
[laughter]
And the world's greatest Steeler fan you'll ever see.
To Teddy. all: To Teddy!
- Did you, uh, talk to Joe about the ticket?
- What ticket?
- What ticket, my dick hole.
With Teddy gone,
Joe's got an extra season Steelers ticket
on the 50-yard line. - Fucking 50-yard line.
Haven't mention it to him yet.
You? - Nah, not the time.
- Definitely not the time.
- Joey, my boy.
What a lovely memorial.
- Lovely. - Thank you.
- And you take as much time as you need
to grieve the loss of your father.
- Oh, as much time as you need. - Mm.
- But you're back at work tomorrow, right?
Right? - Right?
- Uh...
[stammering] Of course.
- Good.
Well, we're done here. See you tomorrow, Joey.
- Your dad dies in a fire, and those two are just fine.
- [sighs] Won't let me breathe a second.
- No. - Jeez.
- Hey, Joe. What's up, boss?
How you feeling? - I'm good, man.
- Yeah, once again, sorry about your pops, man.
You know he was my man. - Thank you so much, Sam.
I appreciate you, man.
Thanks for coming out, man. All right.
- Yeah, appreciate it. - All right.
I'll call you, all right? - You better call me, man.
You know I got you. - All right.
[door opens] The last watch I bought
from you was a knockoff, too. - Oh, come on, Joe.
- Are you leaving, too? - Yeah.
Uh, Cathy's got to get home
and watch the Investigation Channel.
It's Murder Week.
- Everybody ain't got to know my business.
- Well, it's not even 7:00,
so I was thinking maybe you guys can stay
for another drink with us?
- Maybe stay for it?
- I said no.
- I don't think I'm thirsty right now.
- Yeah, maybe another time, right?
We should let them go. - Yeah. Okay.
Tell Jen that Aunt Cathy said goodbye.
- Uh-huh. - Joe.
- Bye, Angela. - Bye.
- All right, brother.
Kill me.
- Yeah. I got you.
He said "kill me."
- [chuckles] Well, you'd be doing him a favor.
[chuckles] Love you.
- Love you back.
[toilet flushes]
[water running]
[water stops]
- [sighs]
♪ ♪
Oh, fuck.
♪ ♪
Fuck you.
- [slurring] Goodbye.
Thank you for coming.
Mm.
- Hey, there he is.
- Officer Tuchawuski!
Have a drink with your man. - Oh, buddy, I can't.
I got to run the fucking admin desk tonight.
- Oh. - But listen to me, okay?
That was a beautiful memorial tonight, okay?
- Mm, thank you.
- Teddy would have been so proud, ticket.
- [stuttering] What? - What?
Teddy would have been so proud. - No.
Did you just-- did you just say "ticket"?
- Why would I say "ticket"?
You better go easy on that stuff.
You're starting to hear things.
All right. Give and Ange and Jen my love.
Anything you need, you call me, all right?
- Okay.
- I'll talk to you tomorrow. - All right, buddy.
- Ticket.
- I knew-- I knew you said "ticket."
I knew you said-- I knew you said that.
Knew you did. [chuckles]
Baby girl, how you holding up?
- I'm okay.
Daddy, you remember Dimitri. - I don't think I do.
- Daddy.
- I'm very sorry for your loss, sir.
- [chuckles]
[Jen clears throat]
- Uh, y'all, uh--
you, um--y'all--y'all don't need to hang around here.
You don't. Y'all can get on out of here.
- No, I should stay, help Mom clean up.
- No, no. Y'all go. Y'all go.
- Okay. - All right. Okay.
- I love you. - All right.
I love you, too, okay? All right.
Whoa.
You take care of my daughter, okay?
Because if not,
we going to have another memorial service
for you tomorrow.
Know what I'm talking about?
- Yes.
Yes, sir.
- [laughing] - [chuckles awkwardly]
- All right.
I was just playing.
I'm a lover, not a fighter.
You know, I don't do all that.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
[sobbing]
- How you feeling? - Not good.
- So stay home. - I can't.
Ahh.
I got to go clean out Pop's office,
and I got to try to see about selling the tow truck.
And then after that, I got a 1:00
to snake out Miss Fitzpatrick's toilet.
[sighs] What about your day?
- Um, I'm just going to Home Depot,
pick up a few things for the garden,
and then the lunch shift at the diner.
- Man, I hate you got to go to that place.
- Come on. We talked about this.
I mean, between Jennifer's schooling
and trying to pay for this house, we need the money.
- But I can get a second job.
- Then when am I going to see you?
- It's a good thing--I'm in your face too much anyway.
- [sighs] Joe...
I'm fine.
And we gonna be fine.
- Well, if you get sick--
- Then I will quit.
- Then you will quit. You better.
- Yeah.
- Oh, and when you go get the stuff for the garden,
can you do me a favor?
Can you get it from Leon's shop?
Don't go to Home Depot. - Hell, no!
His store sucks, and their prices are insane.
- Girl, no, girl, you got to support Black businesses.
- Uh-uh. Joe, don't come over here with that.
[laughs]
[upbeat hip-hop music]
- Nope.
No.
Fat.
Bald.
Oh, shoot.
Paging Dr. Fine As Hell. What you talking about?
[door bells jingle]
- Hey. - Hey.
What you doing here, girl?
- Well, I just wanted to come by
and say thank you for the beautiful flowers
you brought yesterday. - Oh.
- And I also came in here for some gardening tools.
- Oh, well, gardening is down the middle on the right.
- [clears throat] S...
Okay.
Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
That'll be $39.90.
- $39.90 for some gloves and some shears?
- That's with the "friends and family" discount, too.
- Is it? - Mm-hmm.
Ooh, I am so sorry. We are cash-only today.
Yeah, Leon got to get the credit-card machine fixed,
along with his attitude. [laughs]
- Oh, I have two 20s. - Perfect.
- Okay.
Well, okay.
Um, you have a good day, Cathy. - Okay.
- Bitch. - Bitch.
[hip-hop music playing on van stereo]
♪ ♪
[music stops]
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
- Hello?
Hello?
♪ ♪
What the fuck?
Shit.
[breathing shakily]
♪ ♪
[clang]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
- I don't--I don't understand what you're--
I don't understand what you're talking about.
I don't understand.
- [speaking native language]
- [screaming]
Motherfucker, you!
What the fuck are you doing?
Motherfucker.
[breathing heavily]
Fuck! No!
♪ ♪
[breathing heavily]
- Hello, Joe.
- Dimitri.
Hey, son. Help me.
Help me, son. Help me, please.
- I need you to listen to me, Joe.
You need to give me the combination
to your father's safe. - What?
I don't--I don't know.
God! No, no. Don't! Don't!
[screaming]
- Tell me where the money is.
- [screams]
- Tell me where the money is, and the pain goes away.
- There is no money.
- But there is!
There's the money your father stole from my father, Joe--
drug money... - [whimpers]
- The worst kind to steal.
- What fucking drugs are you talking about?
- See, your father transported money for my family
for many years.
- Bullshit.
- It's real shit.
[suspenseful music]
People working for us take a little here, a little there--
cost of business.
But your father, he gets greedy.
Three weeks ago he steals Lamborghini
filled with $10 million.
And this stupid fucking man, hey, he burns himself up
before he tells us where the money is.
- [exhales deeply]
- [softly] But it's not possible
to keep a $10 million secret, hmm?
- [shudders]
- [normal voice] Somebody in the family has to know.
♪ ♪
Maybe your daughter?
♪ ♪
- You leave-- you leave Jen out of this.
You leave fucking Jen out of this.
- I've been taking good care of her, Joey.
♪ ♪
You know how good I've been fucking her?
Your little angel?
[grunting]
- [grunting angrily]
- All night sometimes, Joe.
♪ ♪
If she knows, she will tell me.
What about your wife?
Georgi's been following her around.
Isn't that right, Georgi?
- You touch her, I'll fucking kill you.
- [chuckles]
So, if not Angela, not Jennifer,
then, well, it has to be you, Joe.
I'm going to be nice guy.
I'm going to give you one last chance.
- [sobs softly]
♪ ♪
Where is my money, Joe?
- [breathes deeply]
♪ ♪
Fuck you.
♪ ♪
Fuck you.
♪ ♪
[whimpers]
[bone cracks] [screams]
- ♪ You know, it seem to me ♪
♪ You misunderstand about who you belong to ♪
♪ All the he said, she said, oh, no ♪
♪ My girl-- ♪
What you doing there, Joe?
[song continues on stereo]
♪ ♪
[Joe whimpers, cries out]
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
- [knocks at door]
♪ ♪
- [breathing shakily]
♪ ♪
- Joe!
[knocking at door]
Joe!
♪ ♪
- [speaking native language]
- O-okay.
Don't do anything stupid here, Joe.
- [growls]
♪ ♪
- Joe!
- Okay, okay.
Okay, just calm down.
- [breathing heavily]
[gasps]
- [shouts]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- [screams]
- Oh!
Fuck!
♪ ♪
[bone cracks]
[groaning loudly]
♪ ♪
Ha!
- Joe!
- [whimpers] - Joe!
Joe!
What in the entire fuck?
- [breathing heavily]
- Let me get this straight.
Your dad stole $10 million from the Russian Mob.
- And a Lamborghini.
- And a fucking Lambo.
- Fuck! [grunts]
This shit can't be real, right?
It can't be. - Fuck, I don't know, Joe.
I mean, you got two dead Russians
lying on the floor of your father's garage
and a handful of broken bones.
I'm pretty sure they were looking for something.
- [whimpers] - Okay, okay, fuck.
Jesus.
- [groans]
- Oh, hell, yeah.
[grunts]
Yeah.
Oh, yeah.
This for trying to steal from my friend.
So, no ID, no wallet.
Look at this.
Make it so.
Space-age shit.
You want it?
- I got a phone already.
- This is for trying to steal from my friend.
So, what'd they say? What'd they want?
- They wanted the combination to the safe.
- And you don't have it.
♪ ♪
[safe beeping]
Are you out of your fucking mind?
You got to be fucking kidding me.
You had it the whole ti--
Why didn't you just give them the combination?
♪ ♪
- Because fuck 'em.
[safe opens]
- Four broken fingers for "fuck 'em."
Nice, Joe.
♪ ♪
What the fuck?
Yo...
Yo, how much money is in there?
♪ ♪
- It's like 100 grand.
♪ ♪
- What's that key go to? - I have no idea.
What if that key opens where my father hid the money?
- Joe, I know what you're thinking,
and if we do this, those Russians are just going to send
bigger, badder, meaner motherfuckers.
We--we got to get you to the hospital,
and we got to call the police-- something.
- Okay. All right.
- All right.
♪ ♪
- You're right. So what do we do--go to Touch?
- Yeah. We call Touch.
- Okay, we go to Touch.
Unless...
- I'm listening.
- Unless we...
unless we don't go to Touch.
Maybe we just let it play out for a while, you know?
A couple of weeks, maybe.
- Maybe a month? - Maybe.
Maybe take the bodies up to the reservoir
and let them go for a long, long swim.
- I got some bricks and shit at the hardware store.
I can weigh them down.
Nobody will find out for a while.
Russians are notoriously not detail oriented.
- Is that a thing?
- I'm pretty sure that's a thing.
- We get rid of the bodies, find out about the key,
and then look for the money.
- And if it looks like things are going sideways,
we reach out to Touch.
- Reach out to Touch. - Right to fucking Touch.
- Yeah.
- 20%.
I want 20% of whatever we find.
- All right. Fine. T-that's okay.
T-that seems fair. - Okay.
I thought so.
And your father's Steeler season tickets.
- Oh. Oh, n-no.
Uh, no, Jen, uh...
she--she's, like, in sports now,
so I think I'm going to be taking her
to a lot of games and stuff, so...
- That is really sweet, yeah. It's nonnegotiable.
- What do you mean nonnegotiable?
- It means I'm not going to negotiate.
- If we find this money-- look, if we find this money,
I am going to buy a beautiful luxury suite.
- Well, that's what I was thinking--for you.
- You was thinking-- yeah.
- [on cellphone] ♪ Yeah, we fancy like Applebee's-- ♪
- Oh, shit, that's Applebee's. That's my jam.
- That's Dimitri's phone! Don't answer it.
- ♪ With some whipped cream on the top, too ♪
- It's Jen. - Shit.
[cellphone ringing]
[line beeps]
- It's me again. Call me.
You know, I have called your father four times,
but he hasn't called me back-- that's not like him.
- [sighs] It's going around.
Dimitri he hasn't called me back either.
Oh, call Touch.
Maybe he and Dad are just going out to eat for lunch.
- Yeah.
- I'm going to Olivia's, so...
I will see you... [smooches]
Later.
- Okay, but dinner's at 6:00.
- Mm-hmm.
[cellphone ringing, vibrating]
- Hey, Ange. - Hey, Touch.
I'm sorry to bother you. - Ah, you never bother me.
What can I do for you? - Well, I'm sure it's nothing.
It's just that I've called Joe a couple of times,
and he hasn't, you know, called me back or picked up.
- Huh. Where was he going?
- Well, he told me that he was going to his dad's office
and to Mrs. Fitzpatrick's.
- Okay, well, I'll tell you what.
I'll go by Teddy's office,
see if I can find him there for you.
- Thank you. And, yeah, tell him to call me.
- Yeah, will do. Take care, Ange.
[cellphone thuds]
[sighs]
- [grunting]
- That is a lot of blood.
- You shot him in the head, Joe.
Don't worry about it.
We'll come back, lift the carpet
after we dump these fools, all right?
Now give me a hand-- your good one.
- ♪ Yeah, we fancy like Applebee's on a date night ♪
♪ Got that Bourbon Street steak with the Oreo shake ♪
- Please record your message.
When you have finished recording,
you may hang up or press one for more options.
[line beeps]
- Hello, son.
This is your father speaking.
Call your mother when you get this, please.
- Find out where he is!
Find out!
[classical music playing]
♪ ♪
- Place coffee pod in tray and press down firmly.
- Okay.
- You press too hard!
- I lock pod into place and press firmly.
Firmly! - You need more gentle.
- My wife...
my wife has not talked to her son
in five days.
Find out what is happening to him.
[rock music]
♪ ♪
- Fucking Leon.
Weaseling my ticket-- I don't think so.
♪ ♪
What the fuck did you guys do?
Well... [sighs]
Fuck.
- So what do you think we should do?
- [sighs] Well, you know, Joe,
I...
I guess we're going to call it in, right?
Get the detectives down here to take your statements,
and then we're going to you and that hand to the hospital.
- What about the, um...
the 100 grand?
N-nobody has to know about that, do they?
- [scoffs] No, Joe.
No one's got to know about that.
Wait a minute.
20, 40, 60-- you said $100,000?
I count 80.
- Well, he gave me, like, 20 racks.
- You gave Leon $20,000?
What the fuck brought on that kind of generosity?
- Because we was thinking-- - Were you now?
- Yeah, we--we was just thinking, like, maybe we...
we hide the bodies somewhere and then try to look
for the rest of the money.
- The $10 million. - And a Lambo.
- And the goddamn Lambo.
- Look, Touch, I understand that this is a terrible idea.
I understand that, and I'm so sorry.
And I know we should've came to you at first.
- Yeah, but we knew what you were going to say.
- I want in.
- We had no idea what you were going to say.
- You want in? - In.
- You're a cop, Touch. You can't--no, you can't--
- Oh, please. I'm barely a fucking cop, Joe.
I'm a desk jockey, and I hate it.
You have any idea what it is like
to get passed over time after time for promotion,
only to have to watch these just-out-of-college assholes
with no time on the job make detective?
It's fucking unfair, okay?
I put my time in. What do I have to show for it?
Nothing, not a goddamn thing.
So, no.
No more.
I want in.
- Okay. Okay.
20%, just like Leon.
- Okay.
Yeah, that's, um-- that's generous, Joe.
Thank you. - You're welcome.
Leon also got my father's Steeler tickets.
- I fucking knew it! No! God damn it!
I knew that's why you stopped here!
- I came here to help him! - No, Joe.
Listen--No, Joe. Listen to me. Listen to me!
I bring more to the party than he does, okay?
People start poking around, paperwork needs to get lost--
I am the inside guy,
and the inside guy always gets the ticket.
- Fine. - Yes!
- Fuck! - Yeah!
Hey, listen to me, both of you.
Listen very carefully to me, okay?
This is the most important thing.
No one can know about this.
I mean no one.
That is the number-one reason plans like this
always get fucked up.
That means not Angela, not Jennifer,
definitely not Cathy.
- [sighs] - You understand?
- Yeah. - Okay.
- And next...
Jesus, that hand.
Okay, look, here's what you're going to do.
When you get home, you tell Angela you blew a tire,
and while you were fixing it, the jack slipped,
and it crushed your hand.
And you tell Ange I took you to the ER.
Then we'll get some trash bags.
Leon and I will bag the bodies,
and we'll load them in your van.
Leon, you get any kind of info you can on that key--
who makes it and what kind of lock it might open.
[dramatic music]
Now, I'll follow you home, Joe,
make sure that we're good.
And then I'll come back later so we can dump the bodies.
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
♪ ♪
- Joe, where the hell have you--
Oh, my God, baby, what happened?
- A goddamn, uh, flat tire.
The jack fell off the van when I--
I mean the van--
i-it fell off the jack when I was--when I was changing it.
- And you didn't call me?
- [stammers] You know, I just didn't want to worry you.
- All right, come on.
Just come over here and sit down.
Let me just...
- [groans]
- So is it sprained or broken?
[ominous music]
- It's definitely broke.
♪ ♪
[engine cuts out]
♪ ♪
- Fuck.
♪ ♪
Fuck! Fuck!
♪ ♪
[zipper closes] Stupid fucker.
[keys jingle, engine turning over]
♪ ♪
- I think I would like to be bachelor.
- You are bachelor. You have no wife.
- No, no, no, no. TV Bachelor.
- Ah, "The Bachelor"-- television show.
- Yes, "The Bachelor."
I want to meet nice lady.
- We cannot talk "Bachelor" television show
without talk Juan Pablo.
- Mother-the-fucker.
Asshole!
- Asshole.
[device beeps]
- Hey. Georgi phone is moving.
- What about Dimitri phone?
- No moving, but they are not far from each other.
- Georgi moving, we go Georgi.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Leaving the authorities thinking that this lead
was just another dead end.
Remember, when your case goes cold...
- Go back to the beginning and see what you missed.
[ominous music]
[cell phone ringing, vibrating]
♪ ♪
- [breathing heavily] [line trilling]
[stammering] Come on, man.
Come on.
♪ ♪
[cellphone ringing]
- What the fuck, Joe? Where's Touch?
He should have called by now. - I don't--I don't know.
I called his cell a bunch of times with no answer.
Something must be wrong. - What do you want to do?
- I say we give him another hour.
If we don't hear from him,
then we just handle it ourselves, okay?
- Okay.
I got everything we need ready to go at the store.
You just let me know when.
- Okay, will do. [cell phone beeps]
♪ ♪
- I go to area that Dimitri's phone is,
then come pick you up.
- It's just phone and no Georgi.
How far you want me to go?
- No witness.
- I am excellent at no witness.
♪ ♪
[engine turning over]
- [speaking native language]
♪ ♪
- Later, Mom. Later, Dad. Call me if you need anything.
- Bye, baby.
- Bye. - Bye.
[sighs]
Why isn't he answering my phone call?
- ♪ Yeah, we fancy like Applebee's on a date night ♪
♪ Got the Bourbon-- ♪
- That's weird.
- ♪ Yeah, we fancy like Applebee's on a date night ♪
♪ Got that Bourbon Street steak with the Oreo shake ♪
♪ Get some whipped cream on the top, too ♪
♪ Two straws, one-- ♪
- Dimitri?
[groans] Damn it.
This way.
- These Russians like them fucking thick.
[door thuds]
- Where is Georgi? - [stammering]
- That is Georgi phone.
♪ ♪
Where?
- [stammering] I don't know.
- Where?
- He's dead.
- He is so funny, funny. [indistinct chatter on tv]
[both laugh]
Oh, God.
Oh, I didn't see that coming. - Yeah, me--me neither.
[laughter on TV]
- What about the boy? Where is Dimitri?
- I don't know.
- Hmm?
- He's...
He's dead, too.
- You kill him? - No.
- Who?
Okay, I count to three, then I shoot in the face.
One...
- Just, please, stop, just stop.
- Two... - Stop for a second, please!
- Three. [gunshot]
- [screams] [body thuds]
[both breathing shakily]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Yeah, we're fancy like Applebee's on a date night ♪
♪ Got that Bourbon Street steak with the Oreo shake ♪
♪ Get some whipped cream on the top, too ♪
[ringtone stops]
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
- [screaming]
- Joe, turn the TV down. - What?
- Just turn it down.
[muffled screaming] That's Jen.
I'm coming! I'm coming, Jen!
- Oh, my God! Oh, my-- [door opens, closes]
- Are you okay?
- [screaming] - What's happening?
- Fuck.
Fuck. Hey!
- What is happening? - I don't know.
- Tell me. - I don't know!
- Ange, don't! - Dimitri.
- Jesus Christ!
- Oh, my God. - What is going on, Joe?
What is happening here? - Just calm down, all right?
- Calm down? - Calm down.
- What is this? What's happening?
- Get in the house. - What?
- Get in the house. - Joe!
- Get in the house. Ange, Ange--
- Fine. - Take her in the house, Ange!
[indistinct shouting]
♪ ♪
Fuck is she going through the fucking van for?
[engine turning over]
Fuck!
♪ ♪
[tires squealing]
♪ ♪
- [breathing heavily]
- Sit down.
♪ ♪
- I got it. I got it.
Oh, God. [sighs]
♪ ♪
Why do you have this, Leon?
Leon, why do you have a safety deposit box key?
♪ ♪
- Now, this is the most important thing.
No one else gets to know about this...
no one.
[dramatic music]
That's the number-one reason
plans like this get all fucked up.
Not Angela, not Jennifer...
♪ ♪
And definitely not Cathy.
♪ ♪
- ♪ Under my pillow ♪
♪ On my bed ♪
♪ Just a revolver ♪
♪ Under my head ♪
♪ Just in case ♪
♪ You lose your mind ♪
♪ ♪
♪ You should know ♪
♪ I'm gonna lose mine ♪
[dark hip-hop music]
♪ Shoot ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Shoot ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Shoot ♪
♪ ♪