[folk music playing on radio]
[panting, moaning]
[moaning continues]
[both grunt]
That never happened either.
- [Jack grunting] - [Mina groans, grunting]
[panting]
Well, I guess you decide when things happen for both of us.
- [sighing, sniffing] - [zipper closes]
[funk music playing on radio]
Why do UFOs only abduct white people?
[chuckles]
Okay. I'm gonna tell you a little story
about how a hardware store in the middle of nowhere
just runs out of acetone.
Are you listening to me? You never listen to me.
Don't talk to me like I'm your wife.
You give me so much more shit than my wife.
[scoffing]
You know how to put a house into "deconfliction," right?
Put it in the system. Anybody takes an interest, they see that it's yours.
That way, no other agents raid your house and shoot you by mistake.
Yeah. You're abusing that shit.
Oh, am I? Just like you abused me?
This guy's name is Randy Baum.
He cooked for a biker club 20 years ago before he flipped on 'em,
and he's been rotting in the database ever since.
All of a sudden, this fucking guy, he's working around the clock.
Look, I know what you were taught,
but sometimes... sometimes you can't run right to the paperwork.
Sometimes you gotta figure out a few answers before you start taking the test.
Look, about a year and a half ago, DHS busted a truck full of coconuts.
And guess what was in all of 'em?
They can smuggle this liquid meth in anything.
Soda, wiper fluid, contact solution.
But why would a cartel need an old dinosaur like Randy to convert it?
Because there's too much here.
Randy is saying this?
No, I'm saying it.
- Randy fucking barely has a frontal lobe. - [scoffs]
A guy like him doesn't work unless there's a labor shortage.
About a year ago, something happened. Changed this whole economic landscape.
- COVID. - COVID.
Cartel probably guessed the border was shutting down.
Not even coconuts are getting across.
So you're saying a big shipment came over ahead of the closure?
Mm-hmm. And then their networks fell apart.
Not enough cookers, contractors. The usual managers couldn't get north.
And couriers can't go south.
The regular supply chain's a fucking mess. Why would the drug trade be any different?
So I think that these cartels,
they started hiring third-party contractors
just to convert and move this load.
These old bikers from the Shake and Bake era,
they're all coming back for a piece.
It's a fucking quarantine stash.
It's the stash for the East Coast.
- Mina. - [sighs]
- Mina, just come with me. - [sighs]
- Look at the house. Meet the guy.
He'll open up to you.
Crazy people love you. They're fucking drawn to you.
[scoffs] Tell me about it.
[Jack] Hey, Randy?
[door creaks, closes]
[electronic voice] Wanda the witch has seen... seen... seen... seen...
Wanda the witch... witch... witch... witch... witch...
Wanda the witch has a magic broom.
It flies by itself... by itself...
It flies by itself around the room.
The quick brown... brown... brown...
The quick brown fox... fox... fox...
The quick brown fox jumped over... over...
The quick brown... brown... brown... own...
The quick brown fox jumped over... [beeps]
The quick brown fox... fox... fox... [beeps]
The quick brown fox... [beeps] The quick... The... [beeps]
The quick brown fox...
jumped over... jumped over...
The quick brown fox
jumped over the little bird... over the...
[speech therapist] You've gotta work for every word.
Get it out. Really project.
The quick brown fox...
One more time, with everything you've got.
The quick brown fox jumped over the psychotic,
lying, rat-fucking, piece-of-shit dog.
["Point And Kill" playing]
[music ends]
- [ship horn blows] - [gulls squawking]
[Shermie barking]
[sighs]
- [barking continues] - [Ray] Oh, shit.
Sherm... Shermie. Hey, stop. Stop, Shermie.
Hey, be quiet. Be quiet!
Hey, Ma. Ma?
Shermie! Hey, can you keep Shermie quiet, please, all right?
I ain't pay that pet deposit. It was a whole separate form.
[Theresa] Give me a second.
[Ray sighs] Okay.
[whispering] Oh, shit. Shit, man.
Oh, man.
[whispering] The warden's back. I gotta go.
What does that boy have you doing now?
Making license plates.
I'll have a whole pile for you when you get out. [chuckles]
Go finish your test.
Don't get caught with this phone again.
- [line clicks] - [Ray] Sorry,
but I fucked up your blue jay.
[door opens]
[Ray sighing]
Did you steal another car to go buy all this?
Uh, you have the strangest way of saying "Thank you."
All this stuff is half the price at Costco.
Yeah, well, they track your membership card at Costco
and we're in hiding, Ma.
So I'm not popping up on nobody's grid just for you to get some Kirkland merlot.
And look, Ma, you can't smoke in here,
- 'cause this is a nonsmoking building... - [sighs]
- okay? - ...I'm blowing it out the damn window
like a teenager.
[exhales sharply] I just stare out there
and think it's not high enough to kill myself.
- What is all this paraphernalia? - What...
- Get it off my table, Raymond. - Why? What is wro...
[stammers] It's security stuff. It's security, all right?
All right. Watch. Come here.
Just throwing it everywhere.
All right. Come on. Sit down, please.
[inhales deeply]
All right, see this? Huh?
I put security cameras on everyone.
You got the Shermie cam. I put it above his bed.
[Theresa] You stuck one on Janice's house?
Yeah, I don't know Janice, Ma.
I just put it on her tree to watch your house.
That bum Manny's been sleeping all week.
Well, while you're sleeping, hmm... [clicks tongue]
...I get to watch for the...
bogeyman.
[sniffs] You went from fake DEA to fake CIA.
Now you're a whole fake police state.
What happens if we go to the real police, Raymond?
Well, if that ended all this, you know I'd take the hit today.
Except that when I'm gone,
they come for you and then they come for Manny.
And pretty much burn anybody I love.
Well, you got your wish, klepto.
You got everything you love in the same little box.
Records, your toys, your friend in a coma.
Lock us all up together, 'cause you're a fugitive who can't leave Philly.
[hip-hop music playing on radio]
[music stops]
- [gunshots] - [grunts, wheezes]
[grunts]
[tires squeal]
[breathing heavily]
- [phone ringing] - [gasps, sighing]
Yeah?
No, he's not coming back here, man.
He knows he's been made.
[grunts] Let me come out here.
[sighing]
[groaning, sighing]
[beeping]
[jazz music playing]
[grunts]
[groans]
[Ray] Talk to me, Rick.
- What's up, man? Talk to me. Rick? - Ray. Ray.
- [Ray] Rick? - [groans]
[jazz music continues]
[alarm beeping]
[sniffs, grunts]
Fuck, Manny.
[beeping continues]
Shit. Manny.
What the fuck? What the fuck?
Manny, this alarm is going off everywhere, man.
Open the fucking door.
[sighs]
Manny, open this fucking door, man.
I can hear this shit down the hall. Let's go.
Manny... Manny, hey, man, I'm not mad, man. I'm not mad. Just...
I swear to fucking... Manny!
- [beeping continues] - Open the door.
Manny. Manny, open the door, man.
Look at me. Look at me. You fucked?
Man, open this fucking door, Manny. Open the door.
Hey, Manny. Get the fuck out of here. What the fuck, Manny?
This don't fucking bother you?
Manny, come on, man.
Motherfucker, man. Are you fucking kidding me right now?
This, like... This don't bother you, man? This don't bother you?
- [Manny] I couldn't stop it. - Huh?
I was trying to do that, but I couldn't stop it, Ray.
[sighing]
Shit, man. [sighs]
- Where the shit at? I know you got shit. - We have to talk about this, okay?
I'm an adult.
- You have to respect my... - [pants] Where you hide it, Manny?
You have to respect my privacy.
Yo, when'd you sneak out and score, Manny?
[sighs] Huh?
It's because I can't do this anymore.
- I can't do this anymore. - What you do, man?
The fuck do you do? You don't do shit. I do everything. All right?
- You just sit in here and get high... - ...close my eyes, I see...
- ...and you watch Court TV. - ...those dead bikers.
Hey, hell no, man. Get up.
- [groans] - Manny, fucking sit up, man.
Look at me. All right? Look at me. Hey, look at me.
- I miss Sherry. I wanna-- - You don't get to go away on me
and you're doing the right thing by keeping her out of the line of fire.
But I need you to tell me how far in you are, all right? Be honest with me.
I was raised Catholic.
[groans] There you go with that shit.
I was taught right and wrong.
Oh, yeah? Okay. Okay then.
Here. Open that.
Find me the chapter in there that talk about, uh, firing up in a hotel bathroom.
Where that at?
I can't hide shit inside myself the way you do, Ray.
[scoffs] I hid Malik's head for you and you hid heroin in an iron, Manny.
Look at you, man.
[sighs]
- Whoa. Whoa. Whoa, whoa. - [grunting] All right.
[sighs]
You're tagging your fucking locations?
Fuck.
[sniffs]
Oh, my fucking God.
[Ray grunts]
- Yo, where is he, Ramón? - Yo, hold up, man.
- How do I adjust this seat, Sherry? - Ramón, where is he?
Yo, stop playing with me, where the lever that adjust this seat?
- Mira, mira, magic. - See that shit. Come on. Let's go.
- What, you driving amputees? Yo. - Where is he, Ramón?
- Cut the shit. Come on. - No, you cut the shit, Sherry. All right.
No más.
In the last two days, you have posted nine pictures of beverages.
What do you want me to tell people, Ramón?
- Oh, you trying to save face? - No, I'm trying to find him.
Oh, how you doing that? Following a trail to margaritaville?
Ray, if he's relapsing, he needs to be with me.
- You know that right? Not with you. - You don't know a thing, Sherry.
- Oh, but you do? - God.
- You know him? My fault. - Yeah. Yeah.
- I'm sorry I don't understand. - Wait, why don't you listen to me? Okay?
Let's back it up and describe your soulmate's proposal to you. Okay?
On your big day, he smoked some crank.
He bought smack, he gambled,
he bought six grand worth of guns and bump stocks.
And then he got a ring in cash. Moissanite, by the way. [chuckles]
And then he proposed to your ass.
Now you tell me what you think the worst decision he made that day was.
- The fuck is moissanite, man? - Yo. [sighs]
The fairy tale is over, Sherry. All right? You said yes to a fugitive.
Sherry... [sighs] ...Shit.
Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Now, stop playing with me.
I don't hate you, Sherry. I don't hate you.
I'm trying to save your life.
I'm trying to get you and Manny and everybody else to accept reality.
That's what this is, Ray? Huh? Reality?
You can still leave. You can fuck off to New Jersey. Nobody looking for you.
You can take a picture of every fucking thing
you ever put in your mouth on Instagram if you want to.
Do not fucking talk to me like that, Ray. I'm getting fucking married.
- Okay? I'm getting married. - Yeah, you are.
- Yeah, that's what's happening? - Yeah. I love that man.
- Just tell me where he is. - So in sickness and in health?
Well, if you love that motherfucker, up there smoking dope
and crying his eyes out that he's going to hell,
then you would throw your fucking phone away and help me get his ass straight.
Did he tell you what we do? Huh?
Because whatever he told you and whatever you sussed out,
it's worse than that.
People are coming for us, serious people.
And they will use anything.
They will rape you and they will kill you just to break his soul, all right?
[phone chimes]
[sighs]
Is that him?
"Amor, meet me at Church of the Holy Sepulcher.
I will confess everything to God and to you.
I'm ready to become the man I'm meant to be
and pledge to you my eternal faith and love. M."
Look, he crazy, but he mean that shit.
All his life, he ain't never loved nobody like he love you.
And that's the truth.
Ramón, what's gonna happen to him without me though?
You let me worry about that. Okay?
Ray.
Get rid of your phone.
If you love him, get rid of your phone.
[investigator] We understand you prepared a statement.
Are you able to read it or do you need someone else to?
I can read it.
If you can't understand me, I'll read it again.
[investigator] I can understand you.
Jack...
[sighs]
My partner, Jack,
he said he wanted the biggest seizure of all time.
He wanted to break down the bad guys.
That's how he thought wars could be won or lost, with one shot.
[coughs]
So he took some risks. Jack wasn't pure.
Neither am I.
[sniffles] But we live in that place where purity only applies to narcotics.
He's gone now.
So I'm accountable for bad decisions and... [sniffles]
...rules we broke together.
My goal remains to continue the case.
[knocks on door]
You're risking your voice forever if you use it that much.
Could you hear me?
Can I come in?
You need a hobby, Mina.
I'm scrapbooking.
Any minute now, the press is gonna connect all these dots
and call this a drug war.
All right. Let's connect these dots.
They give you a conversion lab and what, protection?
Did Jack know who put this Alliance together?
I don't know what he knew.
The money and the drugs are almost never in the same place for long.
Let's say these guys are phony DEA,
how'd they know the exact moment to strike?
Maybe there's a leak.
Michelle Taylor,
she represented Rick Staley at his parole hearing.
Taylor was visiting Bartram Driscoll.
With Theresa Bowers, his long-term girlfriend.
Mina, it was a family visit.
There's the family.
We ID'd Ray Driscoll. It was his operation.
He almost took my life with a fake fucking badge.
[coughs]
Stop trying to protect the agency
and go fucking find him.
[Nader] Miss Taylor? [clears throat]
Hi. I'm ASAC Mark Nader, DEA.
This is Detectives Monroe...
- Hello. - ...and Holcomb with Homicide.
Hi.
This won't take long.
We're wondering how long you have known this man.
I have an ethical duty of confidentiality.
So he's a client?
I'm helping his father apply for compassionate release.
Stage four cancer.
At least he's better off than some of your other clients, like Rick Staley.
Did you know that he was killed?
I did not.
We have a witness that places your client at the scene with Rick Staley.
Well, then you can make an appointment with my office.
I'm not doing this on the street like it's a traffic stop.
I am not threatening you.
I am warning you.
Look, all I'm saying is you've worked with so many dangerous clients before,
maybe your alarm bells aren't working so well anymore.
You know, they're working fine right now.
[Ray] What?
Oh, my God.
[sighs] Not right now.
- What are you doing in there? - I'm working.
[sniffs]
It smells like 12-year-old boy in there.
- Why don't you let housekeeping in? - [sighs]
Hey, hey, do not let housekeeping in your room. You hear me?
The lawyer wants you.
- Michelle. - Yeah, I know her name.
- What she want from me? - She wants to have your children.
What do I know? Give her a call,
- for Christ's sake. - [sighs]
I'm going to walk Shermie around the parking lot again.
Hey, hey, do not leave the parking lot, Ma.
[Theresa] Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
[line ringing]
[sniffs, sighs]
[assistant] Sullivan, Whitmore and Associates.
Uh, Michelle Taylor. This is... [clears throat]
...this is Ray calling her back.
[assistant] Hold, please.
["Philadelphia Lawyer" playing through phone]
[chuckling]
[Michelle] We've got to go to the bottom, Ray.
I just need to talk to you for a few minutes.
Gloves off.
I like you but you're lying to me.
[Ray] Oh, shit.
Yeah, I know this voice.
I know this voice. This-This the Black mama voice, right?
This is the, uh... the original gangster of authority voices.
I took your father's case 'cause I thought it was one of the good ones.
[chuckles] What, you thought he was an angel?
I thought he was past that time in his life. Yes.
Shit.
What are you wrapped up in?
[chuckles]
Whatever scenario that you got in your head, it's-it's not that.
- [sighs] - Hey, listen. I respect you.
So can you respect me enough not to jump to conclusions, please?
Look, I'm happy to tell you everything.
Look, all I did was cross paths with the wrong people.
And I'll tell you more but not on the phone.
Well, look, are you free tonight? Off the clock?
[laptop chimes]
Um, yeah, as of... as of now, yeah. I'm-I'm still free. I'm still free.
Uh, maybe, um, Velvet Lounge? How about that?
Um... [sighs] ...nine o'clock?
[Michelle] Okay.
[Ray] I'll see you then.
[heavy metal music playing]
[line ringing]
[Son] Ray?
Those bikers, I think I found their headquarters.
It's got all of 'em down there.
All 31 flavors of white boy mixed all together in one spot.
Hey, look, man, I know that we're not talking right now, but--
This place, how easy is it to hit?
Bro, it's like ducks in a barrel.
Okay.
I got a guy, a Philly guy.
He's ready to run these bikers off our turf.
Yeah? Who?
I can vouch for this guy. His name is Cyrus.
So, let's meet at your old office.
You know where. One o'clock.
- Uh-huh. - But listen,
I'm not in a good place to talk.
- I gotta go. - [children crying]
I got a family situation.
Cool. I'll go get Manny.
[crying continues]
[school bell rings]
Okay, kids. Stay inside, remember.
[attendant] Good morning. Did you fill out the health app for today?
- Already done. - [attendant] Thank you.
- [child 1] Bye, Dad. - [child 2] Bye.
- Okay. Have a good one. - [Izzy] Bye.
[car door closes]
- [siren blares] - [tires squeal]
Show us your hands! Show us your hands!
[DEA agent] Let us see your hands!
Sir, step out of the vehicle. Do it now.
Now.
Put your hands against the car. Spread your legs.
[clamoring]
[bell tolling]
You okay, bro? Hmm?
What are you...
- No, Ray. I-I... I'm not okay. What-- - Hey, look, man.
Hey, look, if you're waiting in line for the confessional, do me a favor.
When you get in there, don't be too specific.
How did you know I was here?
Hey, listen, man. Um, hey, look, Son said he got somebody that can help us.
Ray.
- I'm waiting for something. - Okay, look, listen, Manny.
- Okay, there is no time for that. - Ray--
There's no time. We got a chance to take charge here, all right?
You listen to me now.
I have to cleanse my soul. It's important for me.
I'm getting married.
I hear you and I get that.
But I'm telling you, man, that whatever you're waiting for,
it's not fucking happening, okay?
- Don't. - So we need to go right now.
- Don't fucking curse in here. - [sighs]
How many different ways do we have to go to hell, Ray?
Look, right now, we in this together, Manny.
Me and you.
- [sniffles] - Now look, I promise you
that I will drop you off back here but I need you to go with me.
- This is a nightmare. - What do you want me to do?
- I'm not going with you. - I need you to go, man.
- Don't make a scene. - I'm going. Come on.
- Stop doing that. - I'm not doing this with you.
Here, I'll get right down on my knees right now.
Oh, our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
I ask that my best friend will come...
Thank you, Jesus.
[sighs]
Fuck. It feels like a year ago since we were here last.
- Yeah, 'cause it was another life. - [sighs]
[chuckles]
"People don't respect that badge the way they used to." [chuckles]
[both chuckling]
"We cull the herd." You really said... you fucking said that to him.
- It was a sales pitch. - "We cull the herd."
It was a sales pitch, man. It sounded more, you know...
"Just because we are not real DEA doesn't mean we are not
- professional." - "Professional." Yeah.
That sound official as fuck.
[both chuckling]
I-I tried something. I tried something.
Oh, man. [sniffs]
- [chuckles] - [phone chimes]
[sighs] Fuck.
[sighs, sniffs]
Uh, it's Sherry.
"I'm the one who needs time now. You should have told me from the start.
I was giving you my heart, you didn't have to steal it."
What's the... What? Why should--
[phone chimes]
"I can't give up my life to save yours."
What's... What? [stammers]
- What did you do, Ray? - Oh, man,
how you gonna put all this on me?
What? [stammers, sighs]
You knew she wasn't coming to the church.
She needs to take care of herself, Manny. She just does, man. I'm sorry. It's just--
- Holy shit. What did you say to her? - I couldn't, man. Don't be fucking--
Oh, fucking Saint Jesús Malverde, man. I just... I told her the truth.
I told her the truth. That's all I did, bro.
Look, what? What you wanna put her in the crosshairs with us?
That's fucking selfish. And you know that shit.
- You always resented us. - Oh, give me a fuck...
- Resent what? What... - You always judged us.
Because you don't have someone like Sherry in your fucking life!
- I don't give a fuck. - You motherfucker!
You two lovebirds, cut it out.
[sniffles]
What?
Son sent me.
Fuck.
He said look for a couple of guys with no fucking sense of humor.
[laughing]
[sniffs, laughs]
Come on, ladies.
[music playing on radio]
Mmm.
Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.
[Cyrus] Strange bedfellows.
Son's guys, my guys.
But he sees where our interests align.
That's what happens in times of shifting tectonic plates.
Yeah, but he ain't never this late though.
Mmm. My old man was in Vietnam, you know.
Probably killed Son's daddy in a rice paddy.
Yeah, except that I just saw Son's father the other day, so, you know...
"It is easier to forgive an enemy than it is to forgive a friend."
[sighs]
- I forget who said that. - [Ray sighs]
[grunts] Machiavelli.
[Cyrus laughs, sniffs]
I thought I detected the air of... [sniffs] ...inmate GED.
In which fine institution did you receive your degree?
Hey, look, man. Son vouched for you. Okay?
We did not show up here to audit your class.
If you start quoting Nietzsche, man...
- [Cyrus] Hmm. - ...we go home.
I don't think Ho Chi Minh is coming.
[sniffs, groans]
Let's take a drive, hmm?
- Show me where this place is. - [Ray] Hang on, man.
- I can show you on a map. - I don't do any more recon jobs on Zoom.
Your little friend hooked us up for a reason.
[sniffs] If I'm going to stick my neck out,
you're going to show me exactly what I'm dealing with.
[metal guitar playing on radio]
It comes down to whether you gravitate towards Hobbes or Rousseau.
Is man inherently aggressive and society keeps us under control...
[Manny] Ray?
- ...or is mankind good... - Son hooked us up with these guys?
...and it's an unjust society that drives us into aggression?
I don't think anyone would argue that reactive violence has always existed.
Yo, uh... uh, are we going to some kind of fucked-up circus or some shit?
But planned violence?
- The true sociopathic shit. - Hey. Hey, bro-bro--
Oh, that's where you gotta wonder if they were both right and wrong.
[chuckles]
Mankind was already aggressive, but society lately... [chuckles]
...it's just sharpening the blade.
[sniffs] Ah. Oh, yeah!
- No! Hey! Hey! Yo, man. - Get hyped, baby!
- Hey, hey! - Yeah!
Hey, hey, man! We're just showing you the place, okay?
We're just gonna show it to you.
[heavy metal music playing]
[Manny clears throat] If you'll excuse me for a second.
Thank you very much.
You want some paint?
The fuck? No, man. I don't need no fucking whiteface.
[breathing heavily]
- I never heard Cookie Monster that angry. - Yeah.
Son wants both of us dead.
- Hey, look, man... - You know that, right?
...I got Professor Mein Kampf to shut the fuck up
and listen for two seconds. Okay?
I told him I would take him to the highest point,
he could do some recon and that's it, all right?
So I'll show him what we dealing with and then we out, all right?
They'll drive us back to the city. They're gonna need a few days to plan.
Plan for what? Balloon animals?
- You know, if there's confetti, my dude... - Fellas, where are we at?
Come on.
[music continues]
[whispering] All right. They're down there, man.
[people chattering]
[glass shatters]
All right. You see it, you got it, all right? We out. Let's go.
Hold on, Sacagawea. Let me get my bearings.
- My stomach is so fucked. - I know that. I know, man. I'm sorry.
[sighs] Assholes have no understanding of military tactics.
Hey, man, these guys got more guns and ammo down there...
- Ray? - ...than Philly got police, okay?
[Cyrus] They clearly have not read Sun Tzu.
- "He who occupies the high ground"... - Ray?
..."fights to advantage."
- Yeah, no shit they ain't read Sun Tzu. - Ray?
- What? - Okay. I'm out of here.
Oh, fuck. What the fuck is this?
- Hey, man. Hey, hey. Hold on. - We got a window.
Hey, no, no, no, no, no, man. No, no, no, no, no.
Just drive us back to the city, all right? Just take us back.
This might be some time for a little reactionary aggression.
- [exclaims] What the fuck are you talk... - [chuckles]
Hey, what the fuck? What the fuck is you talking about, man?
Get Son on the phone, huh?
Get Son on the phone. This wasn't part of the deal, man.
So, if we talk to him, he can probably straighten all this shit out, man. [sighs]
Hey, look, calmer minds prevail, right? All right? Let's just... [stammers]
What would your dudes, uh, Hobbs and Shaw say?
The philosophers. What would they say, man? They'd be like...
- All right, man. All right. - [Cyrus] Boys.
What about Buddha? Huh? Buddha says that peace comes from within, right?
- [gun cocks] - Okay, what about Bruce Lee? Huh?
He says... He says, "Be water," right?
You know, you pour water into a cup, it becomes the cup.
You pour water into a quarry, it becomes a fucking quarry, man.
So, like, you need to be water, all right?
Tell the John Wayne Gacy gang to calm down.
- This'll start a war, we don't need... - [shushes]
- Gotta get hype! Ha! - [ghostface 1] Yeah.
[ghostface 2] Yeah! [laughs]
[ghostface 3] Yeah.
- [ghostface 4] Bring it in. - [ghostface 5] Let's do this!
- [gun cocks] - [Ray grunting]
This... [sighs]
This... [breathing heavily]
What? What? What? Where...
Ray?
Right, let's go! Let's go! Get in place, gang.
[squawking]
[chuckling]
Shot heard round the world. [chuckles]
Oh, fuck.
[cheering]
[Cyrus laughs]
- [gunshots] - Oh, fuck!
[clamoring, grunting]
- Fuck! Fuck! - [laughing]
- [laughs] - [Ray] Oh, fuck!
[groaning]
[ghostface 6] Oh, shit. They're in the trees!
[Ray panting, groaning]
Come on! Hey! Let's get the fuck out of here!
Manny, get down! They all read Sun Tzu!
- Ray! Ray! - Come on, Manny. Get down!
Get down. [panting] Stay down.
- [thugs, ghostfaces yelling] - [grunts] Oh, God.
Where's the fucking keys?
[grunting]
- Manny, stay down, man. - [groaning]
We've gotta find the keys. We've gotta find the keys. Stay down!
- [groaning continues] - Stay down, Manny!
- [Manny] Ray. - [ghostface 7] Find cover!
- Oh, fuck! - Oh, shit!
[screaming] Oh, God!
[screaming]
- [ghostface 8] Take cover! - [laughing]
- [Manny] I can't do this. This is... - Where you gonna go without keys, Manny?
[Manny mumbles]
Well, there they are. A couple of genuine heroes.
[laughs]
"Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward,
All through the valley of Death" [grunts]
[both groan]
[Ray] Oh, shit. Go! Go, go!
- Manny, let's go, man. Let's go. - Ray!
Get in the fucking car. [stammers] Get in. Get in the car.
- Stay down, Manny. [grunts] - [Manny] Oh, my God! Oh, shit!
[pants] Fuck.
Shit. [grunts]
What is he... What is he, a fucking janitor, man?
Oh, fuck!
[engine starts]
Drive!
[groans] Oh, shit! Just drive.
[exclaiming] Oh, my God. Holy shit.
[exclaims] Drive!
[panting]
[DEA agent] Mr. Pham, we've got a war breaking out over two counties.
We got a credible tip that you were moving this new meth.
When I went through the informant database,
I was surprised that Son Pham had a limited use agreement with us.
Before my time. The paperwork's a mess.
You helped us take down the Thang Organization.
Then you went dark and I can't even find your DEA handler in the database.
I'm sure you remember his name though, right?
He got you quite a nice set up in Chestnut Hill.
Tell me what you know about The Alliance.
[chuckles, inhales deeply] Damn.
Everybody said you weren't gonna talk to me.
You're not gonna say one word, huh?
One word?
Lawyer.
[siren wailing in distance]
- [Ray sighs, sniffs] - [Manny panting]
[sighs]
We went too far, Ray.
Hey, listen, Manny, you jonesing, okay?
You need to sleep. You need to eat something, all right? We both do.
[panting]
I did something.
I was angry. [breathes heavily]
I'm still... I'm still very angry. [sniffs]
And I'm so sorry.
[scoffs] Okay.
It's time for me to leave you. [breathes shakily]
Please, step out of the car.
[sniffles]
- Step out of the car? - Yeah.
- [scoffs] Manny. Manny, man. [sighs] - [sniffles, coughs]
[sighs]
[Manny breathing shakily]
- No, no. No, step out of the car. - What, man? Stop. Stop this shit.
- What is you talking about, man? - Ray, step out of the car.
- What do you mean, leave me? - Get out of the car.
- What are you saying, man? - Okay?
What are you saying?
[gasps] You crazy motherfucker! What the fuck are you doing?
Okay, talk, man. Talk to me.
- Talk to you? - I'm right here. I'm not going nowhere.
Talk to me, talk to me. Yeah. Yeah.
- [sighs] Give me the pin, man. - You don't listen.
Give me the pin.
- I could slide that pin back in. - I'm not gonna give you the pin
- 'cause it's over. - Slide that pin back in.
- I just wanted to have a normal life. - Manny, come on! Give me the pin!
- Don't fucking yell at me, Manny. - I just wanted to have a normal life!
I hate when you do that shit. Let's be civilized, all right?
Everything you touch turns into shit, Ray.
I need you to give me the pin, Manny,
or else there's gonna be shit all over this parking lot, man.
You're so fucked up from your old man and Marletta
that you don't even know what love is anymore, Ray.
Well, you know what? That's valid, bro. Man, that's valid as fuck, okay?
And maybe you can turn that shit into a beautiful poem
or some artwork, all right? But that's for a later time, man.
- Don't kill us both over no bitch. - [panting]
- [grunts] - Give me that.
- [pin clatters] - Manny! Manny!
- What the fuck? - Fuck you, motherfucker.
- Why did you do that? - Fuck you.
Why the fuck would you do that, you motherfucker?
- You've fucking killed us, man. - [groaning]
Why would you throw the fucking pin out the window?
You ran her off...
- It was her choice, man. - ...you motherfucker!
It was her choice, dawg.
- She left you at the altar. - You did this to her!
You need to face that shit.
- She left you, dawg. She left you. - [panting]
- No crap, all right? - Oh, my God.
- You are the Grim Reaper. - No crap. You need to face that shit.
I'm your reality, man.
She would not survive this shit. Look at us, man.
- Look at us back here. - [Manny] I can't take it.
I can't take the shame. [cries] She was my last chance.
I know, man. Look, you want a normal life? Huh?
Then I need you to give me the grenade, 'cause we got a job to do, bro.
Don't forget that. We got a job, all right?
- There is no job, you motherfucker! - There is only one job, man.
- There's only one job, okay? - [panting]
If we die...
Fuck this shit. When we die...
When we die, it ends with us, you hear me? You hear me?
You love Sherry, right?
You gotta keep her alive whether she's in your life or not, okay?
Nothing else is gonna end this shit. No dope, no priests, no Nazi clowns.
The only people that can stop this shit is me and you, man.
Just me and you. [breathes heavily] You know what I'm saying?
Just relax your hand and let me take it, okay?
- [Manny] It's gonna go. - [Ray] Just relax, okay?
[panting] Here, let me take it.
Let me take it. Easy, easy. Easy.
Let me take it, man. Let me take it. Let me take it.
Mother... What the fuck, Manny? The fuck?
- The fuck is wrong with you? - Where are you going?
Come back.
- One 1,000, two 1,000, three 1,000. - Come back. Come back.
[Ray] Shit.
- [panting] - [car alarm blaring]
[sniffing, panting]
[groans]
[groaning]
Hey, Michelle.
Hey, I'm-I'm really sorry that I'm late.
[groans]
["That's O.K" playing]