- Mommy, look what I found.
Mama, look.
Let's play good guys, bad guys.
- Two more minutes, OK, baby? - Yeah.
- You and Mommy will be the bad guys,
and I'll be the good guys.
Hands up, or I'm gonna shoot.
- OK.
- Hands up.
- Oh, no, hands up!
You got us.
- Hands up, or I'm gonna shoot.
- Hands up.
- Mommy, hands up.
I've arrested you.
Mommy, hands up, Mommy.
- No, Donna! No, no, no, no!
[gunshot]
[sniffs, chokes]
[coughing]
Oh, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no.
Oh, fuck!
Fuck!
[groans]
What the fuck you just do, motherfucker?
[groans, sighs]
You idiot.
Fucking idiot.
Fucking stupid.
Fuck!
[soft dramatic music]
[muttering indistinctly]
[groans loudly]
Shit!
Fuck. Oh, shit.
[breathing heavily]
Ah, fuck.
Goddamn it.
Ah!
[sighs] Fuck.
[panting]
[gags, breathes heavily]
[winces] Ah, ow, ow!
Fuck, fuck. Idiot!
Fucking fuck.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Jenn, you can't keep going on like this.
You gotta calm down.
- Are you kidding me?
Dad just killed my boyfriend!
- In self-defense.
- And you believe that?
He hated Dimitri from the beginning.
- No, baby. He didn't hate him.
- He hated him, and he fucking killed him!
- You gon' stop cussing in my house.
[door opens]
Why are you so sweaty?
- Had to move the bodies from the van so I can clean it.
The bodies was leaking.
- My boyfriend's body is leaking?
- Dimitri wasn't your boyfriend.
- He was. He was my boyfriend, and I loved him!
- You did not love him.
- Stop saying that!
- Sweetheart, listen to me.
Dimitri only got close to you so he can get close to me.
- That's bullshit!
- Language!
- He loved me!
- Jenn, honey, I promise.
Dimitri didn't love you.
He used you.
Look at my fucking hand.
This is what your boyfriend did to me.
If I didn't do what I did to him,
he would've came after you and your mama next.
And I wasn't gon' let that happen.
- [hushed] You killed him.
You're nuts!
You both are.
- I want those bodies out of my garage.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- I just gave her one of my sleeping pills,
so she should be out for a while.
Joe, you need to tell me what really happened here.
- I told you what really happened.
What, you don't believe me? Look at my hand.
- I'm trying to here, Joe, but--
- But what?
- So our daughter's boyfriend,
the sweetest kid that I have ever met--
- He wasn't.
- His father is head of a Russian crime family,
and your dad, Teddy, was his drug mule
who stole $10 million from him?
- And a Lamborghini.
- Yeah.
- And so this crime boss sends his son
all the way to Pittsburgh just to date our daughter
just to get close to you? - There you go.
- To see if you know where Teddy hid the money
before he died. Is that right?
- Yes. Thank you.
You finally get it.
- No!
No "thank you," Joe.
Because you sound insane.
- Of course I know it sounds insane,
but it doesn't make it any less true.
[car horn honking] [gasps]
[honking continues]
Shit.
It's Leon and Cathy.
Not a word of this to Cathy.
- No, not a word.
'Cause she might think we're fuckin' nuts or something.
[door closes]
[car door slams]
- Hey, Cathy.
Hi. What, uh, brings you guys around here?
- What brings us here?
Are you fucking kidding me, Joe?
- What?
- OK.
You're out here acting brand new,
like I don't know shit.
This motherfucker brings us here!
- Ah!
What did you do?
- What did I do?
This man came into our house to kill us,
so I blew his goddamn brains out.
What did I do? Shit!
- Shit is right.
Move the car in the garage right now.
- You order me around
like I motherfucking work for you, Joe.
This is not the day to be fucking--
- I'm tired of your light-skinned shit right now.
- You know what? Don't bring up no light skin.
Now, you got a problem with light skin?
Your wife look like Jennifer Aniston from the back!
- Keep your voice down. I got white neighbors!
- Oh, I'm sorry. Am I tarnishing your image?
- Move the motherfucking car!
- Motherfucker, I swear to God.
Shit.
You ain't got nothing to say, huh?
Can you see? Can you hear?
[shouts] Open the garage!
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- What are we gonna do?
No, we call Touch.
- We can't call Touch. - We call Touch.
- We cannot call Touch.
- He'll walk us through what needs to happen
with the police. - We can't call Touch!
- Why do you keep saying that?
- 'Cause he's in on it.
- In on what?
- Everything.
- The money, the dead Russians, the Lamborghini, all of it.
- Touch is in?
- Ain't that a bitch.
The one goddamn time that a white police officer
could be useful to us,
and they got to go and cut the motherfucker in.
- Why would you do that?
- We had to.
He was gon' call it in.
- You mean to tell me that the police could be helping us,
but you thought it best
to pack our daughter's dead boyfriend
in the back of your plumbing van
and bring him home to us?
- We had a plan.
- He speaks!
- He's traumatized.
- Tell me about this plan.
- It was Joe's plan.
- Joe's plan?
- Nigga.
- I'd really like to hear Joe's plan.
- [chuckles] So would I.
- Well, uh, we-- we were gon' drive the bodies
up to the, uh, reservoir
and then, uh, weigh 'em down with some bricks
that we got from Leon's store.
- Oh, so you just giving our shit away now?
- I thought we'd sink the bodies and then just
try and find out where the-- where the--where the--
you know, where the $10 million is.
- That is the dumbest idea I have ever heard.
- Bitch, I could not agree more.
- Thank you.
- The reservoir is where the whole city gets
its drinking water from.
You contaminate it, they drain it,
then they find your little Russian friends.
Game fucking over.
What we need to do is chop these fools up.
- Ch-chop--chop--
chop up what? - The Russians.
I saw it on one of my murder shows.
You cut the body parts up
and then you smear peanut butter on them.
- Peanut butter? - Yeah.
Skippy, Jif, whatever the fuck we want.
Then we take the pieces deep in the woods, right?
Bears, coyotes, they come and scoop all the body parts up
'cause they love the peanut butter.
You'll never see them motherfuckers again.
What?
[soft tense music]
♪ ♪
- You're a bachelor now.
Bachelor in all the heavens.
♪ ♪
- We are not chopping anybody up
because I'm calling the FBI.
- I wouldn't do that.
- Watch me.
- Ange, don't.
- Why? - Why?
Because I killed two men in my father's office.
That's why. And--
- And I shot a motherfucker in the head.
- And that part.
We went too far.
- Joe, listen to me.
This is not who we are.
This is not our life.
We are not people who shoot other people in the head
and then chop up their bodies
and smear fucking peanut butter on them!
I'm sorry. No.
Uh-uh.
- You know he's gonna get arrested, right?
- It's self-defense, Cathy.
And even so, I will get him out.
- OK, yeah. Go ahead. Call the FBI.
They're usually pretty cool about Black men
who admit to killing white people.
[line ringing]
- [sighs heavily]
[call hangs up]
I'll step back for a minute,
but you got to tell me
how we gon' get out of this.
- We get rid of the bodies and then look for the money.
- That's right.
- Look, with $10 million
we can make some moves.
- Moves?
We could pay off the house. - Mm-hmm.
- Pay off Jenn's tuition.
We can get you the doctors you need.
- Specialists. - Specialists!
You could finally be healthy for once.
- In worst case scenario, if we find the money--
I cannot believe I'm saying this,
but we can always give the money back to the Russians,
if that's what it'll take to make them go away.
- You would do that?
- I would do that.
- And if anything goes wrong?
- That it's over. It's done. It's done. It's over.
- And Jenn's safety?
- On my life, ain't nothing gonna happen to Jenn.
Ain't nothing--nothing's gonna happen to Jenn.
OK?
- Well, I-- - Yes!
- No.
- Did you say something?
- I said, no, I don't think we should do it.
- [sighs]
- OK, y'all, don't listen to his bullshit, all right?
He clearly got that PTSD still.
- No. No, Cat.
What Angela said is right.
We, um--
we are not these people.
Our lives are not perfect,
but we're doing OK.
Right?
The store is not doing great.
But we can turn that around.
Baby, as long as we have each other,
we have everything.
- Oh, baby.
It's not fucking true.
I hate the life we have.
Do you want to know what I do every day?
I sit in that fucking hardware store,
and I try to come up with reasons not to kill myself.
And I'm out of fucking reasons.
If there's $10 million out there,
we're looking for it. End of goddamn story.
- You people are insane.
Are you listening to yourselves?
Yeah, you guys are talking about looking for money.
Are you kidding me?
We are calling the police,
and we're calling the police right now.
- Sweetheart, we can't call the police.
- Don't call me your sweetheart.
I'm not your sweetheart anymore.
- Don't do that.
- No, no, no. Stay away from me.
- Jenn, please. - You're in on it!
- Everyone shut up the fuck!
- [exclaims] - Shit!
- My friend in back of station wagon in garage,
who kills this man?
[tense music]
- Me.
♪ ♪
I killed your friend.
- Wait! - Leon, baby!
- [grunting]
- Oh, God. - [mouthing "I love you"]
- And don't worry.
Your friends will join you soon.
- [grunts]
- [gasps]
[all sigh]
- Where in the fuck have you been?
♪ ♪
- Well, fuck.
Peanut butter?
- Yep.
Animals love this shit.
- Well, it's gruesome as fuck, but it'll work.
- Hmm.
- And Joe's good with this? - Mm.
I wouldn't say good with it, but he's on board.
- All right.
- So you ever gonna tell us what happened last night?
How your face got all fucked up?
- Yeah, I, um, got called in last night.
There was an officer down.
Big crowd. Somebody threw a brick.
It was a real shit show.
- Bullshit!
You smell like a goddamn distillery.
You passed the fuck out, face first.
- Jesus, Touch.
All you had to do was watch the van and watch the van.
- We got two fucking dead bodies, OK?
I needed a fucking drink. Can we move on here?
- You couldn't go one fucking night without
getting falling over drunk?
If we're gonna pull this shit off,
you gotta get your head in the game.
- You worry about you, Cathy.
- Just put Baryshnikov in the back of the van.
He'll be out for a while.
- His name is Baryshnikov?
- I don't fucking know what his name is.
- You know, I always wanted to be a dancer, you know.
I just didn't have the feet for it.
- Did you tell Touch about the plan?
- PB and chainsaws? Yeah.
- It's gonna be nasty.
- I'm aware of that.
Here's what we gon' do.
[upbeat funk music]
Cathy, I need you to go set up
the basement in the hardware store.
We gon' need plastic tarps, garbage bags,
whatever you can get your hands on, OK?
- Got it.
- Leon, we're gonna need peanut butter,
a lot of it.
Watch out for cameras, and buy from
as many different stores as possible, OK?
Then I'll meet you at the store later on, OK?
Touch, I need for you to follow him.
Help him unload you-know-who. - Mm-hmm.
- And then I'll come around later with Baryshnikov,
whatever the fuck you call his name.
All right? - OK.
You heard the man.
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
- Don't you ever step in front of me
when a motherfucker like that asks who killed his friend.
- [stammers]
[soft music]
- [sighs softly]
♪ ♪
Drive.
[upbeat funk music]
♪ ♪
Put Dimitri with the other two guys in the back.
♪ ♪
- Do you need anything else?
- No, I got it.
- Are we really doing this?
- Yeah.
We doing this.
[tires screech]
- Got some cameras?
There's no cameras, no cameras, no cameras.
Finally.
Uh, hey, excuse me. Do you guys sell peanut butter?
- We do. It's kind of what we're known for,
that and cashew butter.
I make it myself.
- Cool, cool.
Can I have some?
- Oh, we're kind of closed for the night.
- Oh, come on, come on.
Uh, what's your name?
- Apple.
- Of course it is.
This is super important, Apple.
Can you help me out, brother to--
I want to say brother?
- Of course. Of course I'll help you.
- Thank you. - Right this way.
- Thank you.
[soft tense music]
♪ ♪
- Where you been?
- Every store in this motherfucking city has cameras.
Jesus Christ.
This is--
this is really happening, huh?
- You up for this?
- I mean, I guess so.
- I said...
Are you up for this?
- Yeah.
I'm definitely...fucking up.
[both chuckle]
- [moaning]
Fuck me, daddy.
- Bitch, I own you.
- Take it all.
Yeah.
[moans]
Yes.
[both moaning]
Oh, shit. God--
- Were y'all about to fuck?
- Yep, uh--
I'ma go, uh, on lookout.
- Lookout, lookout.
- I'm about to bring them in.
Chop up some bodies.
Yeah, can we get our fuck on real quick?
Nasty motherfuckers.
- Seriously?
Is that what you got him strapped to?
- Yeah.
Fucker's heavy.
You got a better idea, Mr. Fucking Wizard?
- Well, yeah. The cart was only meant to carry 150 pound load.
- You're a 150 pound load.
- [groans]
What is this?
You're going to chop me and my friend up?
This is for scare.
You don't have the yaytsa. - Hmm.
- We're not chopping up your fucking friend.
You are.
- [scoffs]
That is very funny.
Just tell me where Dimitri is,
and I will kill you all quickly.
Very little of the pain.
- Talk to me about my father.
How long did he work for your boss?
- Give me the boy.
- You can have that little motherfucker.
Answer the question.
- Ah, your father.
Teddy? Was this his name?
- That's right.
- OK, Teddy, Teddy.
Teddy was a...
pussy.
Fucking mudak.
- [scoffs]
- [grunts]
- Hey, Joe. OK. Joe.
- ♪ Should have just stayed home ♪
♪ Should have never let you ♪ - [sobs softly]
- ♪ Never let you leave ♪
♪ Such a lover girl ♪
♪ I fall too quick with my heart open ♪
[knocking on door]
♪ It shatters again ♪
[door opens] [music stops]
- How you feeling?
- Confused.
Stupid. [sighs]
Angry, sad.
- Me too.
- Daddy had to do what he had to do, right?
- You know your father.
- No, I thought I did, but-- - You do.
And it's like he said.
If he hadn't gotten out of there alive,
then Dimitri or somebody else
would've come after you or me next.
- Dimitri would have never hurt me.
Dimitri was the love of my life.
- The love of your life, baby?
It was five months.
- No, it was only five months, but it was real.
- Jenn, I know you felt like-- - It was real!
And Daddy didn't have to-- - He did.
He did, baby.
He wasn't gonna take that chance.
He wasn't gonna let that happen.
- [sobs softly] - I know. Come here, come here.
Come here.
- What's gonna happen to Dimitri, Mom?
To his body?
- Your father's gonna bury him.
Somewhere nice and quiet.
[chainsaw buzzing]
- We're not fucking around, man!
- Yeah, motherfucker!
- OK! I will do it.
- You do it! - I do it.
- Bitch!
- Touch! - Shit.
[both grunting]
- Shoot him, Touch.
Shoot him in the fucking head, Touch.
- He won't do this. - Ah.
- You will bring me the boy.
You will bring me Dimitri.
And then he and I will leave this place.
- You put that fucking gun down.
We'll bring you Dimitri.
- I will fucking do it!
- [panting] You want Dimitri?
He wants Dimitri.
Lee, go get him.
- Nothing funny.
- Nah, nothing funny.
Lee, go get Dimitri.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
That's what you want, right?
♪ ♪
There you go.
♪ ♪
- No.
No, no, no, no, no.
You killed the boy? - Hey.
- You killed the boy?
You are dead! - Oh, hey!
Fucking take it easy. - All of you!
- Take it easy.
- [sighs]
I am dead too.
[praying in Russian]
- What the fuck is happening?
- Hey, hey, hey. - Um, I don't know.
Hey.
Hey!
When you said you're dead too,
what did you mean?
- Yes, all of us.
You know what is "Vorovskoy Zakon"?
- Yeah, that's "thieves code" in Russian.
I thought that was just all bullshit.
- It's real shit.
If you accept Vorovskoy Zakon,
there are strict rules you must follow.
You can never have family
because family can be used against you by enemies.
Dimitri's father made exception for me.
I have wife and daughter.
With Dimitri's death,
I have broken my vow to protect him.
My family's life will be taken as punishment.
Unless...
You know what is samoubiystvo?
- Oh, shit.
- What?
- He has to fucking kill himself.
- In public.
I must wear my shame.
If I do this, my family will not be harmed.
If I do not, they will die like me.
- He's bullshitting, Joe. He's--he's fucking with us.
- Why then did I put down gun?
- [chuckles] Shit.
Fuck!
[line ringing]
- Hey, hey. English.
- We must speak English. - Why English?
Tell me what is wrong. What is happening?
- I am, uh--
I am call to say goodbye.
- [speaks Russian] No.
- It is what has to be. We talked of this.
- You can run. We can find you.
- No. No, no, no. No run.
It's OK. You and Yulia will be provided for.
Can--can I see my Yulia?
[Yulia singing in Russian]
[sighs]
- Always.
[call ends]
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- [sniffles] [engine rumbles]
[chainsaw buzzing]
- So you think we should just cut him in half?
- What? - I--
[buzzing stops]
I said do you think we should just
cut him in half to start or--
- Fuck, Touch. I don't know.
Why don't you just think of him as, like,
a tree or some shit. - A tree?
- Yeah, you know, just start by cutting off the limbs,
and then deal with the trunk.
You know, if coyotes and shit
are gonna be running off the parts,
they gotta be small. - Yeah, yeah.
That's a good point.
Hey, look at you, Mr. Smarty Pants.
OK, so here's the deal.
How's about we cut off the legs first.
I give them to you.
You could break them down from there.
You remove the calf and the feet and whatnot.
And then we do the arms.
You take the hands, the elbows, that kind of shit.
And then I guess we leave the head for last.
- Sure.
Yeah, let's--let's do that.
- All right.
Oh, wait a minute. You gotta get him naked.
- Why?
- Because we're putting peanut butter on the body.
We cannot do that with the clothes on.
So take his clothes fucking off.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why do I have to be
the one that strips him down, all right?
I got the chainsaw. I did my part.
- Seriously, take off his pants.
[chainsaw revs]
- You could have just asked.
I didn't-- - All right.
[chainsaw buzzing]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[flesh squelching]
[grunts]
[thud]
Hey, why don't you come around and grab the--
[chainsaw buzzing]
- Your father, Teddy,
he was a good man.
- Was my father's death an accident or...
or did you or did somebody kill him?
- It was accident.
If not, I would know.
[grunts, sighs]
[soft resonant music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter, music playing]
My name is Molotov Borovkov
son of Oxana and Alexi,
husband to Polina,
father to--
♪ ♪
Father to Yulia.
My word is my honor!
- Run! [people screaming]
- My word is my honor!
[gunshot]
[engine starts]
- Lee, you all right?
- [muttering]
- You OK?
- Sorry, Joe. I just--
I couldn't do it.
- What?
- [vomiting] - You're gonna be all right.
Buddy. - [vomiting]
- It's OK, man. It's OK, Lee.
It's OK, buddy. It's all right.
It's all right, man. - [sputtering]
- It's all right, man.
It's all right. It's all right.
We're gon' be all right.
[Cheryl Lynn's "Got to be Real"]
♪ ♪
- ♪ What you find, ah ♪
♪ What you feel, ah ♪
- Make sure to spread the peanut butter all over.
- Yeah.
- ♪ What you know, ah ♪
♪ To be real ♪
♪ ♪
♪ What you find, ah ♪
- ♪ I think I love you, baby ♪
- ♪ What you feel, ah ♪
- ♪ I feel I need you, baby ♪
- ♪ What you know, ah ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, to be real ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Your love's for real now ♪
[music stops]
- ♪ What you think, ah ♪
- ♪ I think I love you, baby ♪
- ♪ What you feel, ah ♪
- ♪ I feel I need you, baby ♪
- ♪ What you know, ah ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, to be real ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Your love's for real now ♪
♪ You know that your love is my love ♪
♪ And my love is your love ♪
♪ Our love is here to stay-yay-yay-yay ♪
♪ Hoo ♪
[insects chirring]
[soft music]
♪ ♪
- Gross.
[grunts]
[mud squelches]
[sighs]
[owl calls]
[sniffs]
[coyote snarls]
- Huh.
[chuckling] That shit works.
- [breathing heavily]
[exclaims]
[coughing]
[screams]
[muttering]
[distant animal calls]
I have a fucking gun!
Come on, you motherfuckers, if you want some!
Fuck this.
[grunts]
What in the fuck, Touch? Jesus!
- You scared the shit out of us.
Get in here.
- Can we go, please?
- Did you get rid of everything?
- Yeah, yeah. They're real deep, OK?
Animals came. Bodies are gone.
Now can we please get the fuck out of here?
- What's that shit all over your face?
- It's peanut butter. I fell. Fuck you.
- [chuckles softly] [doors slam]
- Can we drive?
[resonant music]
♪ ♪
[vacuum whirring]
[both panting]
- [moans]
♪ ♪
- [sniffs]
[exhales softly]
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
You were right.
We're not those kind of people.
I love you.
We're done.
It's over.
- [grunts]
- On the beach with me, bitch. [laughs]
- Damn.
Let's go!
- [laughing] - This is a big hill, dude.
This is a big hill.
- Holy fucking shit.
- Oh, that's a--
that's a fucking head, bro.
- Bro!
- Bro.
[unsettling music]
♪ ♪
- ♪ What'd I do? ♪
♪ Have I lost this time? ♪
♪ Yeah, what did I do? ♪
♪ Have I lost my mind? ♪
♪ Yeah, what did I do, do, do, do, do, do, do? ♪
♪ What did I do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do? ♪
♪ Yeah, how about you? ♪
♪ Did I pay this time? ♪
♪ How do I know? ♪
♪ Was I late this time? ♪
♪ Yeah, what did I do? ♪
- ♪ Hey ♪