- No, don't shoot!
Don't shoot--
Aah! [muffled gunshots]
[thudding, glass shattering]
- [speaking Russian]
[groaning]
[crack] - Ah--
[edgy music]
♪ ♪
[police siren wailing]
- Ha ha ha ha!
[in English]
- [speaking Russian]
- [in English]
- [in Russian]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Ha!
[speaking Russian]
- [groans]
- Shh, shh, shh.
- No, no, no. No, no, no, nyet, nyet.
[speaking Russian]
[in English] I want to see her.
- [speaking Russian]
[somber music]
♪ ♪
- Aah! [sobbing]
[dark music]
♪ ♪
- I still can't believe we didn't find
not one fuckin' dime in that Lambo.
- Yeah, man, I was really looking forward
to having some fuck-you money. - Me, too, Touch.
Me, too.
- So what do we do now? Huh?
- Well, your mother goes to work,
you go back to school, and...
we all go back to living our lives again.
- Okay, well, that works for me.
- Yep. Me, too. - Yeah.
- Fuck it. - No--fuck that!
- No, fuck that! That's what I meant, baby.
Fuck that! - People came to our house
and tried to kill us. We defended ourselves.
They don't do that type-a shit
unless it's real fuckin' money out there.
- Hey...
it's over, Cathy.
We're done. - In case you forgot,
there's still an investigation going on out there.
- Yeah. Touch is gonna clear on that.
- Yeah, I can keep the heat away.
- Okay, what about the head, Joe?
- Yeah, Daddy. What about my boyfriend's head?
- What about it?
Wasn't like he was alive when we cut it off.
- Oh, my God!
That is not the point!
[huffs] Jesus.
- Jenn! - Leave me alone.
- Look, you do that stomping away, walking away
shit one more time... - Leave me alone!
- You keep on walkin', you hear me?
You keep on walkin'.
That white girl shit she be doing--what the fuck
she be getting upset for? - Just give her a second, okay?
- I ain't gon' keep explaining to her
why we had to kill that little motherfucker.
- Okay, well, that little fucker was her first love.
- He didn't love her. - Well, maybe not.
But she loved him, and that's all that matters.
- [scoffs]
I know we all disappointed
about this motherfucking money and shit.
It woulda changed all our lives--I understand that.
But we have to accept the fact
that that money ain't even out there, okay?
Probably never knows, knowing my fuckin' father.
So you just gotta accept the fact that it's not out there.
Go back to living your lives, kay?
That's it.
Sorry.
It's fuckin' over.
[somber music]
- Nah.
It ain't fuckin' over.
[uneasy music]
♪ ♪
[toilet flushes]
[drill whines]
- Hey, Stan, Winny...
- Hello, Joe.
- Hi. - Joe,
what were you doing in there?
- In here?
Using the bathroom.
- I knew it. - Is there a problem?
- Joe, if you need to use the toilet,
would you be kind enough to use the one
at the gas station around the corner?
- The gas station? - Around the corner.
This is gonna be our home, Joe.
How would you feel if Stan and I came to your house
and...made a number two?
- Stan took like 40 shits in my house.
- You count my shits? - What?
- What?
- This isn't a debate. It's a simple request. Please.
Do not use the bathroom in our house.
If you can't honor that,
then we'll find someone who can, okay?
Stan. - Uh, yeah.
- And it was 43 shits.
Yeah, I counted.
Nasty motherfuckas.
[edgy music]
♪ ♪
- The victim's name is Dimitri Dzhugasvili,
son of Nicolai Dzhugasvili.
[men murmuring]
[ahem] Is it something you wanna
share with the class, Officer...
- Hickey.
- No. - No.
Then shut the fuck up.
[scattered laughs] - Now I wanna share.
I heard about your moms.
A dirty cop, right?
She's in prison for killing her partner.
He found out she was on the take
working for that piece of shit on the screen,
and she killed him. Ain't that right?
[low murmuring]
- It's bullshit. She was set up.
- No. You're bullshit. And so is this task force.
We clear our own cases around here.
Why don't you go back to the fuckin' staties?
[low murmuring]
[door closes]
- Nicolai Dzhugasvili is the head
of an entire crime syndicate that deals heavily in guns,
drugs, and sex trafficking.
Hit the streets. Find me something.
Let's go.
- [softly] Shit.
[background chatter]
[whispering] Oh, shit.
Perez, hey.
- Hey, Touch.
What's good? - You, obviously.
You lookin' fit as fuck, you handsome bastard.
You lose some weight? - I been swimming.
Down 16 pounds.
Feel that. - Yeah, it shows.
Hey, listen, um, how'd that briefing go in there,
by the way? I was supposed to sit in,
but I got stuck on a call. - Not much to it.
Hickey was fuckin' with her about her mom.
She's in the pen, you know, for killing a cop.
- Yeah, it was her partner, actually.
I heard about that.
He was on the take or some shit.
She got any leads
on who may have chopped that kid's head off?
- Not that she gave up.
She does think it's local, though.
Gang-related, maybe Russian retaliation or some shit.
- No shit.
- Listen, I got some steps I gotta get in.
You good? - Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm good.
[uneasy music]
- All right.
[background chatter]
- Hey, you.
- Don't ask if I'm okay.
- I wasn't going to. - Why not?
Everyone else has. - Your granddaddy
just burned up in a fire.
Your dad just [softly] murdered your boyfriend.
I mean, I'm just saying, if you were okay,
I'd be seriously fuckin' worried.
- My parents don't like it
when you say the f-word around me.
- Fuck that. - Fuck that.
[both giggling]
- Hey, Cathy, what are you doing here?
Can I get you something to go?
- A cup of coffee would be nice.
But I think I'll have it for here.
- Came all this way for a cup of coffee?
- I was in the neighborhood. - In the neighborhood.
- Mm-hmm.
- 'Scuse me, miss. - Okay.
I got you. Um...I'll get you your coffee.
And you need anything, Jenn?
- Mom, I already had two slices of pie.
No. I'm gonna get fat.
- You're not gonna get fat.
- Well, that was some weird energy.
- I hate this place. - Well, I was getting ready
to go do a little shoppin', hmm?
Little splurge, hmm?
Because... shit, because I deserve it.
[laughs]
And you deserve to have some fun too.
You should come with. Don't worry about money.
Aunt Cathy got ya, girl.
- A shopping spree?
- Mm-hmm. - With your money?
I'd love to be anywhere but here,
but my mom would never let me leave.
- Then don't ask her. - What?
- You heard me. She can't say no
if you don't ask her.
Besides, you are 18.
[upbeat music]
[both laughing]
- Oh, my God!
- "With Aunt Cathy. Love you."
Shit.
[background chatter]
[pool balls clacking]
[mellow music over speakers]
♪ ♪
- Hey, sergeant.
- Tuchawuski. How's it hanging?
- Uh, a little to the left today but, you know,
I like to mix it up down there. [small laugh]
Hey, Jimmy, Powers. Neat. - You got it, Touch.
- You want anything? - I'm good.
- So finding that head, huh? That's some crazy fucking shit.
You don't see that around here every day.
- Or anywhere.
- And it was Nicolai Dzhugasvili's kid, right?
- Mm-hmm. - So that narrows your suspect
list down to what, like 10,000?
Thanks. - At least.
[bluesy music playing]
♪ ♪
- We're a far cry from the Academy, aren't we?
You remember some of those rookie hazings we took?
- Oh, man. Don't say Cornflakes.
- Oh, fuck. Cornflakes and molasses.
- Those assholes stripped us to our underwear
then covered us in molasses and Cornflakes.
And then made us put our clothes back on
and forced us to walk through Homewood.
- Oh, no, listen, I remember every fucking minute of it.
Who knew that shit would set like glue when it dried?
- Mmm. - I nearly ripped
every fuckin' hair outta my body
trying to take my clothes off.
- See, the trick was to get in the shower
with your clothes on--that way it dissolved the molasses.
- Ah, see, who knew that shit?
Me, I just... bled for three fuckin' hours.
- [laughing]
- Ain't your mom that cop-killing bitch?
- The fuck did you just say to me?
- Hey! You got a fuckin' problem, huh?
You wanna say somethin'?
Because I'm in the mood to fuck somebody up right now,
so go ahead, say the word-- we can dance right now,
motherfuckers. - Come on.
- [kisses]
- Any day, motherfucker. Any day.
Sorry about that. Fuckin' jerkoffs.
- Shit's gettin' old.
- Yeah. I can imagine.
- Uh, two more.
Doubles.
- Now you're talkin'.
[overlapping chatter, shouting]
[quiet music]
♪ ♪
- Oh--
- Oh!
[Southern accent] Oh, Robbie.
All right, let me take a look.
You're okay. You're pretty tough, right?
[school bell rings]
Hey, don't forget, tomorrow we are gonna
talk about the continents.
I wanna know which ones are your favorites,
and which ones you and your families have been to, okay?
all: Yes, Mrs. Miller. - Thank you. Very good.
And I'm also lookin' forward to meeting all y'all's parents
a little later today at the Parent/Teacher conference.
But don't worry.
I only have great things to say about all of you.
[school bell rings]
All right, bye, now. Let's go.
Thank you. You're so patient.
All right, head on out. Oh, yep.
- Bye. - Bye.
All right.
See you guys later.
- My mom... she was set up, you know.
- No shit. Set up by who?
- By--
A real piece of shit.
- Well, I'm sorry. I didn't know that.
- Me too.
[phone rings] - You know, I--
- Oh...finally.
Gimme a second. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Do your thing. Go ahead.
- Talford.
Holy shit!
Okay. Let's start calling around.
Find out if any local stores
sold a shit-ton of peanut butter recently.
Look at Amazon and Instacart.
If someone's selling on Etsy, I wanna talk to their ass too.
All right.
Gotta run, but it was nice, Touchy.
- Yeah, you get something good? - Oh, fuckin' A.
Kid's head was covered in fuckin' peanut butter.
- Ah. - Artisanal.
You do some checking for me?
- Yeah. I'll ask around, yeah.
[Pam mutters indistinctly]
Fucking Leon.
[sighs]
Good job, gentlemen.
That was perfect. - Anytime, Touch.
You get what you needed? - Oh, yeah.
Right on, boss.
- We specifically told you to buy peanut butter
from different stores. - Different goddamn stores!
- You also told me to find a place that didn't have cameras.
I found the one store in 10 miles that didn't have
a fucking camera. - Obviously not.
- Where else was I supposed to go?
- Why would you buy artisanal fucking peanut butter?
Why wouldn't you buy some regular shit niggas eat
like Skippy or Jiff or some shit like that?
- It was all they had, okay? It was some hippy-dippy place.
The guy running it looked like his name was Blanket.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute.
Did you get that artisanal shit
from that raw food hippy joint on the Strip?
- Yeah, so?
- So? Fuck! Leon, that place has been robbed
a dozen times by high school kids stealing beer.
I know for a fact that they have a camera.
- No. No, no, there is no way, okay?
'Cause I looked left, right, side to side.
There was absolutely no fucking camera there!
- Fuck. Fuckin' Leon.
We're fucked.
- Fuck! - Oh, fuck, dude.
- Okay, it was-it was late, I-I was panicking.
I musta missed it. - Ya think?
Fuck!
What do we do now? - No, no, no, hold on a second.
I know these kinds of cameras.
This is an older model, so it doesn't upload
to the Cloud or any shit like that.
It feeds directly into a hard drive,
which is in the store.
So we just gotta come back later
and steal the fuckin' hard drive.
Are you fucking kidding me with that?
Are you wearing Dimitri's Cartier?
- I-I-- - Get the fuck outta here.
- I was afraid if Cathy found it, she'd sell it.
- Facts. She will sell it.
- No, Cathy's not gonna sell it.
It is fucking evidence, okay?
It's got Dimitri's initials on it.
We're fucked if anybody finds that on you.
Give it up. Come here. - Come on, Touch!
- Give it up. - I took it off the kid.
I should be able to keep it, right?
- Leon, you give me that watch,
or I'll chop your fucking hand off and take it off you myself.
- You're gettin' a little too comfortable
with this choppin' shit up stuff.
[light, edgy music]
- [whispering] Fuck.
- Now I don't know what time it is.
- It has just been an absolute delight
having Jeroni in my class.
She is such a gifted artist for her age.
You know, she's a natural leader,
and, I'm sure you've noticed, a girl boss in the making.
- Well, that is just wonderful to hear.
Thank you so much for your time.
- You are so welcome.
Thank you for coming in. - Of course.
- Take care now.
[knock on door]
I'm sorry, I thought I'd met all the parents.
[man clears throat]
[uneasy music]
♪ ♪
[speaking Russian]
- [in English] My son has been killed.
I need my chameleon
to find out what happened to him
and bring anyone
and everyone responsible for his death...
to me.
- That life is forever behind me.
- Hmm. - There is nothing you could
offer that would ever bring me back to that world.
- [chuckles]
[dark music]
She is doing well.
Very smart.
[dramatic chords]
Like her mother.
Bring me who killed my boy.
And I will bring your daughter to you.
- I will find the people who killed your son.
And when I do...
you will give my daughter back to me.
If not...
- [laughs]
I understand.
- Are you sure you don't want something
more than a pop?
I mean, I'm not gonna say nothing
if you order something a little more adult.
- I don't know, I mean... aren't they gonna card me?
- Oh, my God, you got so much of your mama in you, girl.
Nobody's gonna ask you for your ID.
Besides, you out here lookin' like a whole-ass woman
in these new clothes.
Come on, drink with me.
Hey, um...1800 Tequila, twice.
- Comin' right up.
- Ooh, girl, he fine as fuck.
- Mm-hmm. - Mm.
[mellow music playing]
- So...
we're gonna be okay, right?
- Girl, we gon' be fine.
And once we find this $10 million,
we gon' be even better.
Honey, this is gonna be our everyday life.
- I'm pretty sure us looking for that money is kinda over.
My mom wants us to get back to our old lives.
- Ha. Girl, that's bullshit.
That is not what your mama wants.
Thank you.
- No, I...I'd better not.
- Fine. Suit yourself.
Line 'em up.
Yeah, girl.
- Aunt Cath--
- Oh, shit. Mm.
Whoo!
[edgy music]
♪ ♪
- [in English] So this was where my Dimitri was living.
Bit of a shit-hole. I thought I taught him better.
What the fuck is this?
Someone covers the mirror
and turn off the clock.
- [speaking Russian]
- [in English] It has not been 40 days yet.
Don't want my Dimitri's soul trapped in here.
- Teddy Washington's Towing.
- Go.
- You two. With me.
- Remember, no one kills them but me.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
[in Russian]
- Look, honey, your mama just don't wanna tell you her real.
- What's her real?
- Her real--our real
is that, yes, Dimitri was your boyfriend.
And I know you loved him, but honey, he was bad news.
- You didn't know him. - Ha. You know what I do know?
I know that you dodged a bullet
with your dad doing what he did.
If your pops hadn't made it outta there alive,
Dimitri would have come for you and your mom.
You wanna hate him for what he did,
but you should be thanking him.
He did it because he loves you more than anything.
And that's why it's so important
that we keep looking for all that money...
not for me, but for you, for your family.
Joe could start his own plumbing business.
- You know Stan won't even let him use his restroom?
- Gir--I wish Stan would tell me I can't use it.
I will piss on his bathroom floor.
- [huffs]
And I could get Mom outta that shitty diner.
- Outta there forever. Goodbye and good riddance.
Shoot. And get her healthy.
- The best doctors. - The very best, okay?
"Grey's Anatomy" doctors, you know what I'm talkin' about?
What about you?
What do you want?
I'm not talkin' about none of that sugar-coated shit
that you would tell your mom and dad.
You talkin' to me.
What do you really want?
- Really? - Mm-hmm?
- I wanna become an actress.
- Oh, shit!
[both giggling]
I never knew that. - I mean, no one knows.
Dimitri knew.
- Mm.
Well, then that is exactly what we gon' do.
After you graduate from Carnegie,
we gon' get you signed up for some acting classes, kay?
- I...
I don't wanna go to college.
- Uh-uh. - Aunt Cathy--
- No, no, no, no, listen to me.
You are going to fucking college.
You're the smartest girl I know,
and you not gon' waste that opportunity.
But...maybe you can go to New York,
take some acting classes in the summers,
and then after you graduate,
you can go off, do whatever you wanna do.
Move to California--become the star you were meant to be.
The star you deserve to be.
Shit, maybe I'll come wit' you.
- Oh, we could live in Malibu.
[giggling] - Ooh. Or Bel-Air.
I feel like Bel-Air might be more our style.
- Bel-Air! - Mm-hmm.
Oh, Jenn, baby,
your best life is out there.
All we have to do
is find it.
- Jennifer. I have been calling and texting all day.
Why didn't you tell me you were leaving the diner?
What the hell is this?
You went shopping while I was here, worried about you?
- I left you a note. - You think I'm playing
with you, Jennifer? - Mom...
relax, okay? I was just bored
and tired of smelling scrapple all day.
So, you know, Aunt Cathy took me shopping.
- People are dead, Jennifer.
You don't get to be bored. And Cathy should know that.
The only thing that you get to do
is what I tell you, so if I tell you
to sit your behind in a booth and act normal,
then flipping do it!
- I'm 18 now, Mom. You can say "fuck."
- Well...
if it helps to sink in, Jennifer,
I don't give a fuck that you're 18.
Do what the fuck I say.
[shouting] Do you...fucking understand me?
- Fuck, yeah!
I love you, Mom.
[soft, sentimental music]
♪ ♪
- What the hell just happened?
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [scoffs]
[both speaking Russian]
- [speaking English] It's not so bad.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [in English] Same girl from Dimitri's apartment.
- [in English] Where is she going?
- [speaking Russian]
Hey, hey, hey, hey. [speaking Russian]
- [in English] I am not
like fucking dog. - [speaking Russian]
[click] [soft honks]
[intense music]
♪ ♪
[tense, punchy music]
♪ ♪
- Let's get in, grab the hard drive, and get
the fuck outta there--bing. - Bang.
- Bonk.
- It's boom, motherfucker-- bing, bang, boom.
- We said bonk in my house.
- No wonder you're all fucked up.
- Fuck you, Touch. - Fuck you.
- Hey, shut the fuck up.
Are we good? - Yeah.
We're good. - No, no, wait, wait.
Tuck the bottom of your pants into your socks.
We leave no evidence.
- [exhales] Let's do this.
- Mask and gloves?
- [in English]
- [speaking Russian]
- [in English]
- Ha. [speaking Russian]
- [speaking Russian] - [chuckles]
- [in English]
- [in Russian]
[both speaking Russian]
- [in English]
- Yeah?
- I think we need to talk some more about today.
- [sighs]
Okay. Um...
I shouldn't have left the diner without telling you.
You're right, and I'm sorry.
- Yeah, okay, yeah.
Thank you.
What you workin' on?
That's nice, baby, but I don't--I don't understand.
- I think we should still look for the $10 million.
- Where is this coming from?
Because just a day ago,
you didn't wanna talk about Dimitri or the money,
and now you want us to look for it?
- I'm just trying to make sense of all this, Mom.
I know that Dimitri
might have loved me, might have been a bad guy.
And that's probably why I was so attracted to him.
And I now know that Dad did what he had to do for me.
I mean, for you, for us...
because he had to.
So I think that's why we should still look for the money
to help you guys.
This could be the logo for Dad's new business.
And this is for you.
Don't just say no, okay?
Don't say that we're fine, because we're not fine.
Please, just please tell me
you'll at least think about it.
[soft music]
♪ ♪
- I'll think about it. - Hmm?
- I'll think about it.
[uneasy music]
♪ ♪
- Shouldn't we park like down the block or some shit?
- We're stealing the fucking security footage.
- Good point.
- Let's go in and do this quick.
- Okay. - Mask on.
- I can't see shit.
- Because your mask is too big.
- Well, switch with me. You got a bigger head.
Your mask smells like... really nice.
What is that, lavender? - Yeah, I try to do a little
something with my body wash. - It's good man, it's masculine
but like really-- - Can you ladies
shut the fuck up so we can do this?
- Touch...
you know to pick this lock?
- Yeah.
Voila.
[buzz]
[buzzing]
- Damn it.
Another break-in. - You have reached
emergency 9-1-1. Your call will be answered
in the order it was received.
Do not hang up.
- Touch and I'll find the hard drive.
You keep your eye on the door. Touch.
- Yeah. Go on ahead.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[dog barks] - It's probably those kids
trying to steal our chocolate double IPA again.
What do you think?
Should we go try to scare these little bastards?
- Yeah. Oh, yeah.
- Here. Here, here, here.
- [in English] Hey, where you going?
[both speaking Russian]
- [in English] For last time, I don't take order
from little girl. Stop acting like pussy
and let us do the job we are here to do.
[in Russian]
- ♪ Never, never gonna give you up ♪
♪ I'm never, never gonna stop... ♪
[punchy music]
♪ ♪
- Hey!
Yeah, I got it.
Uh, you know what? Move some shit off that desk.
Make this look like a burglary.
- [in Russian]
[door hinges squeak]
- Guys. Guys. Guys.
We have company, and it's not the cops.
- How the fuck did they find us?
- Fuck if I know. - We gotta get--
- Shit! - Come on!
- ♪ Stop the way I feel about you ♪
♪ Girl, I just can't live without you ♪
♪ I'm never ever gonna quit-- ♪
[intense music]
♪ ♪
- Where are you? We know you are here.
[singsong] Where are you hiding?
- [whispering] Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh!
- We won't hurt you. We're your friends, huh?
- Yes, friends.
[tense, percussive music]
♪ ♪
[crunching]
- Don't...leave me...
Please help...help me...
Help. [coughs]
- Um...
Aah...
aah!
[music intensifies]
♪ ♪