- Fuck. - [door opens]
Babe, we need more towels.
There's some in that steamer trunk.
Jesus Christ!
[sirens wailing in distance]
[Ray breathing shakily]
[kettle whistling]
[Theresa] Where did you smuggle those in from?
Uh, they rolled on to our property.
But it doesn't make them ours.
The neighbors get Instacart. They're a couple of shut-ins.
I haven't tasted zucchini in ten years.
Great. I'll make a soufflé out of stolen vegetables.
Where are the towels?
[Bart] I didn't see any towels.
[Theresa] Well, then you didn't look. They're in the trunk by the shelves.
[Bart] I looked everywhere.
[Theresa] By the Christmas lights.
- Stay there. Stay there. Stay there. - [gasps]
[breathing shakily]
This is how accidents happen.
[Theresa] Raymond, please. This is insanity.
This is the same kid who used to sleep with a gun under his pillow.
Luckily he didn't kill the tooth fairy.
Raymond, put the gun down and let's please call 911.
No cops, Ma.
Amen. You know how I feel about cops.
- He gave me up. - [Theresa] Raymond, he saved your life.
He shot that Mexican.
We're trying to help you here.
- Nope. - [Bart] I agree with you.
No cops. No doctors.
You have less of a chance out there than in here.
Just give me the gun before you shoot your dick off by mistake.
I'll shoot your dick off.
No, sir. I plan to use this dick a few more times.
Oh, for God's sake.
[Bart] Rest your arm.
No one wants to die in custody.
- We stay here. - [Ray groans]
It's a beautiful day. We live in the moment.
- Don't, Ma. Don't-- - [gasps]
Raymond, how dare you wave that thing at me.
- Sorry, Ma. I'm sorry. - You're breaking my heart.
- No hospitals, Ma. - [Theresa shushes]
- No... No hospitals. - [Theresa grunts, shushes]
Maybe that dopehead friend of his can talk some sense into him.
- Don't call 911. Don't call 911, Ma. - Raymond, stop it.
We have decisions to make. You're not the man of the house anymore.
[inhales sharply] Fuck you.
[softly] You're a piece of shit.
[breathes heavily, groans] Fuck.
- Now, it's all right, darling. - [Ray] Don't. [mutters]
You're gonna be okay.
I'm here. It's all right.
[gasps] Fuck!
[screams]
["Point And Kill" playing]
[music ends]
We're beyond the grace period.
Anything non-pertinent to the crimes under investigation isn't permissible in court.
It's privileged information and the collection of it needs to be minimized.
You can listen for one minute at a time.
If they're only talking about the Sixers, we go offline.
We're required to minimize for 40 seconds before we're back to recording.
Detective Crawford will review those pertinent crimes.
We facilitated the release of Ray's father, Bart Driscoll,
and placed him under electronic surveillance.
The objective is to monitor his son, Raymond Driscoll,
and ascertain what organization he works for
and who is providing him with sensitive DEA information.
Raymond Driscoll is wanted in connection with the murder
of Special Agent Jack Cross.
We're trying to find his and his associates' involvement
in any of the following crimes:
robbery, narcotics trafficking, racketeering,
conspiracy to distribute narcotics,
possession of stolen firearms, arson, federal murder and--
Impersonating a federal agent.
[grunts] Shit.
["Keep Risin' to the Top" playing]
[sighs]
[groans]
[Manny] Ray? Can you hear me?
- [grunts] - Brother, I'm here. I'm here, okay?
Use this. Use this now, okay? Go, bud.
Oh, shit!
[coughs]
- Oh, Manny. - Okay, bro. I'm here, bro.
- Manny, what the fuck are you doing here? - Okay. [coughs]
- [groans] - [coughs] Okay, brother. Okay.
- Okay. We gotta... - Oh, shit.
We gotta get back to that couch, okay?
Manny, what the fuck are you doing here?
Theresa called me. Okay?
Recovery begins with the first step, brother. Right?
- Help me help you. Let's go. - Okay.
- [muttering] - Okay, brother.
- One, two... - Okay. One. Two.
- ... three. - [screams]
- Oh, shit! On the couch! - Here, here!
- [shouts] Oh. Fuck. Shit. - [groans] Shit, man!
- [screaming, groaning] Fuck, man. - [Manny] Shit.
[groans]
It's a-It's a trap, Manny.
Ray, you're burning up, man.
We have to do something.
Hey, look, man, I'm still in charge. All right, bro?
Ray, you're not thinking straight.
He did this shit to me, man.
- That motherfucker did this shit to me. - Brother,
there's a fucking dead sicario in the garage. Okay?
You're not thinking straight, Ray. Okay?
He must have cut some kind of a deal
- or something, man. I'm telling you. - Okay. Look at me.
You lost a lot of blood.
If we can't take you to a hospital, we need a doctor here.
Now, does Son know anyone?
- Like a Mafia doctor or-- - [Ray shushes]
- Why are we whispering, Ray? - What the f... [shushes] ...Manny,
don't say names, motherfucker.
[stammers] They can... They can hear us, bro.
[shushes]
Listen.
You hear that? Listen.
["Hard Times" playing]
Tell me what you need.
Your medication? It's right there.
Go help Raymond's friend, Bart.
He's not his friend. He's an accomplice.
If you need something, ask me.
Glue.
[gasps]
So, you're gonna glue him back together?
Like Humpty Dumpty?
He doesn't need duct tape. He doesn't need your meds.
He needs a hospital.
He won't make it to the hospital.
Why does the music have to be so loud, Bart?
That motherfucker in our garage is a cartel cleaner.
They don't come here to see the Liberty Bell.
I can't wrap my head around this.
If they make trouble, it's for one reason.
Someone knows something.
Well, nobody in this house has a goddamn clue.
Our son knows something that can hurt them.
Where's the money?
The only money I know about went to your damn lawyer.
[Spanish music playing in car]
[Manny] Stay with me, brother. Stay with me.
[Ray groaning]
Don't let him pass out, chico.
[Manny] Sir, if you expect respect, be the first to show some.
[Bart] Motherfucker learned how to speak English at an AA meeting.
Why a colander?
[shushes] Ay, they're-they're listening, man. They're list--
Oh, my God. Everyone's going crazy.
Oh, he-he does this.
He-He got stuck on an idea like-like Jolly Ranchers
or some song that he can't remember the name of.
- [Ray groans] - [Theresa] What a numbskull.
Driscoll could be high or this could be code.
"Jolly Ranchers"?
This fucking music.
Theresa said, "Why use a colander?" Is that drug paraphernalia?
Nothing would surprise me. Usually is.
Minimize.
[Mina] Something is off.
- [Nader] You are the only witness. - [Mina] You don't listen to logic.
[Nader] You are not listening.
There is the trafficking investigation
and then there is the murder of a federal agent.
Please, just separate those in that sick brain.
Our goal is to find out who Ray knows,
- what Ray knows... - [sighs]
...and who is coming for him.
[Mina] They wouldn't hunker down like this unless he was dying.
- Mina, what do you need to know? - [scoffs]
[Nader] Just say it. Please, Mina, say it once and for all.
What? You wanna know how lost Jack was?
No?
You wanna know how these frauds walked in at the perfect moment
and ruined your life?
I'm not the only witness.
We are gonna convict these guys who planned a robbery and killed Jack.
Then we are gonna bust anyone who moved the money and the drugs.
And if Driscoll doesn't live to testify?
He is high or he is on to us. Or both.
These guys, they talk in code.
You have a duty to protect him.
Now you care about duty?
Ten seconds till we record again, sir.
Your duty is to go check those time cards.
Come on.
[funk music playing]
[Spanish music playing in car]
Who's circling the house?
Ice cream truck.
You want some?
[Manny] Yeah, I want a Bomb Pop.
Can you carry a gun?
What do the terms of your release say?
They say, "Fuck you, punk."
You don't need to be disrespectful. I'm-I'm trying to help here.
I don't need help from a junkie.
That's not cool, man.
I smell that shit on you.
Where do you think I come from?
[Manny, through speaker] Are we really doing this, man? Are we really?
'Cause I'm only here for Ray. That is my boy down there.
[Bart, through speaker] That's my boy.
Oh, okay. I see. I see.
What? Piss on everything, like a dog marking his territory.
You're the one who took him down, junkie.
Oh, that was... [chuckles] ...that was me, right?
Okay.
Do you want to have some family therapy, old man?
You need help there?
One step at a time.
It works if you work it.
[funk music playing]
[Ray groaning, screaming]
[groaning, breathes heavily] Fuck!
[music playing]
[Manny, through speaker] Hey, look. Ray, look. Look what I found.
This is inspiration, okay? Just to keep fighting.
What is that shit? Bossa nova?
- It's from his old girl. - [whimpering]
What the fuck are you giving him that for?
I'm between a cartel and Soul Train.
[groaning]
[DEA agent] You okay?
Uh, it-it must be triggering hearing Driscoll again.
You guys just keep playing your video game.
- He's hurt. - What's going on?
I thought you wanted these guys to burn.
Th-The right way.
I'm not watching another accident. Not today.
[stammers] It's-It's an anniversary for me.
Of what? Jack?
[Mina scoffs]
- The ex? - No.
Fuck him. He's alive somewhere.
You had a kid.
That's supposed to be a secret, right?
[softly] I just miss her so much.
What?
[stammers] I'm-I'm sorry. I-I just... I can't hear you.
I, uh... I just said I was an okay mom.
[stammers] Yeah, I believe you.
[sighs]
And then, when she was 13, she and her boyfriend used to sneak around.
And one night, he got ahold of what he thought was Percocet.
Fentanyl.
Four years ago today.
[exhales deeply]
Man, it takes a lot to come back from something like that.
You don't.
You must have hid it to get this job.
Yep.
You get used to hiding things.
- [dog barking] - [Mina] Jack!
[Ray] The fucking dead lady that was right here, Manny.
Where is she, man?
You are gonna live. We are gonna live.
- [sobbing] - [gunshot]
[Mina] Jack!
How I end up in Vietnam?
We came as fast as we could.
My mom's done this before. We're gonna get you straight.
We need to confirm that this is Son Pham in the house.
[Ray] What's she gonna do to me?
What's she gonna do to me?
Shut up now.
You speak English?
Good enough for you, knucklehead.
- Manny? Manny? Manny? Manny? Hey, Manny. - I'm here.
Hey, Son-Son-Son is in on this shit.
Son is in on this shit.
Son's been talking, bro. He's been talking.
Sorry, Mrs. Pham. He's-He's saying this about everybody.
- Ask him, bro. - You know, he's paranoid.
Even when things are good.
Raymond, this is your friend. He brought you a doctor.
[Bart] Let her look at you.
She ain't no doctor. She a witch.
- [Manny] She's not a witch. - She's a fucking witch. She a witch.
[Manny] Sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Pham.
- He's saying this about everybody. - [Son] It's no problem, Manny.
- Turn him over. - This is your friend.
- Get the fuck off me! - No, no, no. Just wait.
- Get the fuck off me! - [Son] Hold him down.
Manny, get them the fuck off! [screams]
- Get them off me. Get the fuck off me! - [Son] Hold him down.
Ah, shit, man! [groans]
[Theresa] I wish you wouldn't give him any more dope.
- [Ray groaning] - Oh.
[groaning] Ah, shit.
- [groans] Fuck. Shit. Shit. - [Manny] Okay. Okay.
Manny, how you let her do this...
- [Manny] Okay. Okay. It's over now. - [groans] No.
Fuck y'all people, man.
- Fuck y'all. - [Manny] Okay, it's over now.
- [groans] Fuck you people, man. - Okay. Okay.
[groaning]
- Shit. - [Son] Breathe.
[muttering]
[speaks Vietnamese]
[Son] What's sealing the wound?
[groans]
Glue.
[speaks Vietnamese]
[clicks tongue]
[sighs, chuckles]
[Theresa, distorted] He's already high as a kite.
Damn, Grandma.
Hey. What's your name?
- Xuan. - [Ray] Su...
- Shee-han? - Xuan.
Am I saying it wrong?
- How am I saying it? - See, as in "See-an."
[groaning]
[groaning] Su... Xuan. What's it mean?
Springtime.
[groaning] Oh, shit.
You hear that, Manny? Springtime. That's beautiful, right?
Uh. Springtime is--
Hey, Ma. That's beautiful. Right, Ma? The springtime.
- Yeah. Yeah, baby. - Springtime Xuan.
And now, three minutes. Direct pressure.
- Huh, what? - [Xuan] Don't move.
Three minutes I press hard.
- [stammers, breathes heavily] - [Manny] You can't move, okay?
You stay still and look to my eyes.
[Manny] You can't move, okay?
- [Xuan] Go. - [groaning]
Shit!
- [Manny speaking indistinctly] - Fuck! [groaning]
Oh, shit. [screaming, groaning]
[music playing through speaker]
[Ray whimpers]
Look at me. Only me.
Okay. Okay. [groaning]
- [groans] Manny. Fuck. - [Spanish music playing in car]
[Bart] Same car?
[Manny] Same car.
Springtime everything comes back to life.
[groans] Right.
Trees. T-Trees.
Flowers. Easter bunny.
[groaning] Even Jesus. Even Jesus, right?
But you are not Jesus.
I am definitely not. I am definitely not. [groans]
[sighs]
[Manny, through speaker] I think he just passed out.
[DEA agent] What do you think they're doing?
- The music is so loud. - They know we're listening.
Mina swears he's hurt.
[Nader] "Trees, flowers, he's not Jesus." And then he passes out.
And I agree with her.
"Don't give him any more of that junk."
He's high.
Okay, we're back in 22 seconds. Everyone, listen close.
[sighs] Come on.
[Spanish music playing in car]
[Son] It's all right. Just stay calm.
It's the same car.
Can we move him while he's passed out like this?
[Son] They're still circling. We don't have a window.
But we have enough guns to hold them off.
You know, Ray's right to be angry at me.
The scams you two pulled, they had very short lifespans.
No, no, no, brother. No.
No, the houses you gave us, they were nothing.
They were just, like, you know, kids that didn't even know who they worked for.
- I got too far from the streets, Manny. - Listen.
Don't listen to that rat stuff, okay?
You know... [stammering] ...and-and, Son, you're here.
You're here, man. You're trying. You came.
And you brought your mom.
That's just fucking beautiful.
Is she a doctor?
Yeah. In Vietnam. During the war.
[Spanish music playing in car]
You know, in a war, Manny, everybody gets dirty.
You got to choose your life or your soul.
Her brother worked for the CIA, you know?
No shit.
[Son] Yeah.
When he was captured and executed, it didn't matter.
The only real sides are the living and the dead.
Yeah.
[music continues]
[groans]
[groaning]
[motorcycle engines rumbling]
[inhales deeply] Everybody's coming to this fucking party.
[breathes shakily]
You need a hospital or you die.
[chuckles] You f... You fixed me, Springtime.
No, you dying from infection.
[blows raspberry] Nah. No infection.
[Xuan] Not from the leg. It's here. It's your shoulder.
First-time wound that never heals.
The first wound never heals.
- [chuckles] That's beautiful. - [speaks Vietnamese]
[Son] Ray, my mom says there was a pocket of pus in your shoulder,
now it's in your bloodstream causing an infection.
- [sighs] - [Manny] Okay, look at me now.
We have to go. Okay?
We have to go now.
Those vultures are circling.
My mother gave him antibiotics, but it's not enough.
He needs an IV or he's gonna die.
He'll die faster outside.
- [gasps] - [Bart] Hold on.
- [Son] Ray. Ray... - Let me the fuck out of here. Fuck!
What are you doing? Stop it.
Don't be an idiot.
[Ray] I'm not taking y'all down with me.
[Manny] Ray, stop trying to protect everyone.
Help me help you. Just tell me what to do.
[Theresa] Raymond, honey.
- Do you want some space? - Ma, leave me alone
for one goddamn minute
[breathing shakily] Hey. Hey, Marletta.
Wait, hey... [grunting] ...Wait, Marletta.
[grunting, groaning]
[groans] Fuck.
[screams, crying]
[groans] Fuck.
[breathes shakily] Fuck.
- [Manny] Ray. - [Theresa] Just come back.
Come back to the couch.
[Ray breathing shakily, grunts]
- ["Pieces of Me" playing] - [scoffs]
[sighs] You are taking me to musical hell, Marletta.
[music stops]
[pop music playing]
[Ray] So much Top 40.
Why? [chuckles]
A song is just for the moment. It's not meant to last forever.
Be real, Ray. What you're holding on to, what you're trying to keep alive
is just a dream. [echoing]
[cries]
[pop music playing]
[exhales shakily]
What the fuck, Mars? The f...
["As Long As You Love Me" playing]
[gunshot]
Can we confirm that was a gunshot?
[Theresa] Raymond!
[grunts]
[CD player whirring]
[Theresa] Oh, my God. Raymond.
- I couldn't take it anymore. - [gunshot]
- [Theresa grunts] - [Manny] Oh, shit.
Can you play that back? Was that a second shot?
We got a 911 call from the neighbors.
Okay. Okay, then let's keep recording.
[Manny, through speaker] What the fuck?
And we'll send a car by the house.
[Theresa] What cluckhead out there is shooting at my house?
[tires screeching]
What the fuck?
What the fuck? [pants]
- [Manny] Where is everybody? - [Son] I don't know.
[Manny] This is our window.
[panting] What? What?
5.56.
From an AR-15.
What the fuck do those bandoleros want with us?
They want to stop the bleeding.
Fuck, but that-that's what I want too, man.
[stammering] That's... I wanna stop... Jesus Christ.
I wanna... [stammers] ...you know,
I should just go there... [stammers] ...and talk to them.
Why don't you... Maybe I could talk to them...
- [stammering] ...and talk sense into them. - Manny, you're high. We're past that.
We're past that.
If they shoot me, they shoot me.
- [Son] Manny. - Brother, I'm gonna go there,
- and I'm gonna talk... - [Son] Manny.
- ...to another human being, okay? - Manny. Manny.
- I don't advise this. - No. No. No.
- You guys stay here, okay? - I don't advise this.
I have to live my own truth.
- Hey! Hey! - [Spanish music playing in car]
Hey!
I am making amends.
[panting]
I'm s... I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for any injustice to you or your family, okay?
From the bottom of my heart, I'm sorry.
I--
Mi amor. [giggles]
Papi.
[in Spanish] Finally. Oh, come, baby. Hi, babe.
Look at your face, baby.
- [in English] Oh, my God. - What are you doing here?
- What-- [sighs] - [in Spanish] How are you?
Papi.
- [sighs, panting] - [giggling]
Get a room!
Shut up already.
[in English] I'm so sorry.
Stop. You don't have to apologize to me.
I watched you go to every NA in the city, okay?
Ramón put that GPS shit on you.
Baby, come on, don't.
- [in Spanish] Babe, don't cry. It's me. - [cries, in English] I'm so sorry.
Manny, get her off the street.
Come on. Let's go now.
Manny, what the fuck is going on here?
- What? Yes. Yes. - What the fuck is going on here?
- [Son] Let's go. - [Manny] Come on. Come on. Come on.
[Sherry] You don't see how bad he looks?
[Bart] I see how bad he's going to look.
[Theresa] Well, then we call the police and an ambulance and the National Guard.
This casserole better be ready, goddamn it.
You boys are playing cops and robbers and this game is done.
[stammering] I know... I know it's... We went too far.
We went so far, Ray... [stammering] ...I think we went too far.
Let me take him. I can get him to the ER.
Who's ever coming, I can get him through.
Wait... [Manny stammering] ...Okay, let me just be clear, okay?
Car's almost there.
There's no way you are taking him, all right?
Just so you know, Ray and I, we rode this far together, brother.
So I'm taking him the rest of the way, okay?
- Listen to me, son-- - Don't "son" me. Okay?
All right, that's your son and-and that's Son.
Two other people here you can call son.
Okay, you know what? Let's ask him.
Ray, what do you think?
[Son] Manny... Manny, you ride with me. We'll take Ray's car.
[Sherry] Let's just look forward now, okay? Not back.
[Manny] Just... When was the last time you drove a car?
[Bart] Do I look like Fred Flintstone?
- Oh, Manny. - Okay, bro. I'm here, bro.
The other one, Manny. Where's the other one, man?
The other one. Where's... Where's the other one, Manny?
[inhales sharply] Where is it?
[breathes shakily] Where is it? Come here, Manny.
It's with the rest of the money.
It's not about... It's not about the money, man.
It's about the codes, okay?
So you guard this shit with your life, okay?
'Cause this may be the only chip we got to play.
I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about.
But I love you, bro.
The numbers on-on the bills, Ma-Manny, they add up.
Will everybody stop letting this lunatic run the show
and get him in the goddamn car?
Go. [speaks Vietnamese]
- [groaning, crying] - Watch the steps.
- [Ray groaning] - [Manny] Let's go. One more. Here. Okay.
- [Ray] Shit. - Over there. We're right behind you.
- Let's go to the car, okay? - [groaning]
[Son] Right there.
- [Sherry] Come on. - [groaning] Shit.
[grunting, groaning]
- [coughing] - [in Spanish] It's okay, Raymond. Okay.
[in English] Okay. He's in. He's in. He's in.
[sighs, groans]
Hang on, brother. Hang on. Hang on there, okay?
Hang on.
[groaning]
[Sherry cries] Manny, Manny.
[in Spanish] Take care of yourself, okay? Take care of yourself.
[in English] Please, okay?
Go. Go. Go.
[Theresa] Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
[panting]
It's Italian zucchini.
[sniffles] If you have to wait. If you ever have time again.
[sniffles] Everybody has to eat, huh?
Maybe on the way.
[inhales sharply] Bart?
The sun's gonna come up tomorrow.
This will all look better in the light of day.
Am I wrong?
[kisses]
[sniffles, cries]
Where the hell is everybody?
[groaning, coughing]
Kid, I taught you to fight. So fight.
You taught me? [laughs]
Hey. I know that you... you gave me up.
Mm-hmm. You f-f-fucking killed me.
And I'm sitting over here like this be-because of you.
Now you wanna talk shit?
Well, don't t-tell me that you taught me shit then, okay?
Get your fucking facts straight.
[breathes shakily] All you did was throw me away.
- You wanna use your last breath... - That's what you're good at.
- ...to talk about this? - Oh, man. Fuck you, man.
- Yeah, yeah, right, fine. Fuck me. - Fuck you. Yeah. Fuck you.
You killed me a thousand times already.
- I gave you your life. - You quit on me.
- I'm right here. - You t-took every-everything from me.
And I'm here now giving it back.
You can keep that shit.
How about we both die in this motherfucker, huh?
[Bart] You're my son.
- That's my blood on your shirt. - [groans]
I'm here giving you my last dying breath.
I'm gonna be sick. [inhales shakily]
How is that not enough?
Don't put that shit on, please.
For noise. Shut up.
["Pieces of Me" playing]
["Pieces of Me" playing through speaker]
[DEA agent] Copy that.
Our car on the corner picked them up leaving about six minutes ago.
Let's get a tactical unit to Silvercare Hospital.
Hurry up. This might be an ambush.
[music continues]
[groans, pants]
[Bart] Listen. Please listen.
The wire is in my ankle bracelet.
They gave me a choice.
Wear it, or stay locked up and hear about you dying.
These motherfuckers made a deal with a crooked Fed.
Someone used you to take him down.
You were used, son, like a shiv in somebody's back.
[Manny] Let us make a sweep of the hospital.
You wait here.
Hey, Ray?
We're gonna do some proper fucking recon for once.
[chuckles]
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
[groaning, coughing]
[gunshots]
[people screaming]
- [tires screeching] - [gunshots]
- Shit. - [gunshot]
[gunshots]
Watch out. Watch out!
[grunts]
- [grunts] - [Manny] Fuck.
[biker 1] Reload! Reload!
[gunshots]
[alarm blaring]
[bystander screams]
[gunshots]
Son.
[grunting]
[groans]
[groaning]
[biker 2] Watch it, watch it!
[biker 3] Get down!
[gunshots]
- [biker 4] Watch it! Watch it, watch it! - [panting]
Coming through. I gotta get...
[grunts]
[gunshots]
[biker 5] Watch your six.
- [gunshots] - [bikers yelling]
[grunts]
[biker 6 grunts] Duck! Duck!
Go!
- [screaming] - [gunshots]
- Let's go. - [gunshots]
[biker 7] Watch out!
- [groans] - [grunts]
[gunshots]
[pants]
[grunts]
[blaring continues]
[Manny] Ray!
Let's go. You can do it. Let's go.
[groaning, screaming]
- [Manny] You can do it. - [screams]
- Shit! Manny! - You can do it.
- [screaming] Fuck, man! Fuck! - [grunts]
Help!
[crying, screaming]
Dad! Dad! [crying]
[Manny] Come on, man. Stay with me.
Let's go back!
Help! Help!
- [screaming] - Please!
Go! Go!
[Ray crying]
Dad! No, wait! We gotta go back.
[crying]
[Marletta softly] Are you okay?
Let me go, now.
["I Started A Joke" playing]
[gunshot]
- Hang on. - [Ray grunts]
[dogs barking]
We're not done yet.
[gunshots]
[sirens wailing]
Ah, son of a bitch.
[officer, through megaphone] Philadelphia PD!
Gentlemen, get on the ground.
Drop your weapons.
Shit.