All language subtitles for You bury your own (2015)

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JOHN [VO]: At 85
degrees fahrenheit...

...sound travels at 1100
feet per second.

But the colder it gets,
the slower it gets.

But the things
that'll kill you

move faster
than that anyway.

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♪ I've been laying
on the floor ♪

♪ with an empty kind
of feeling- ♪

♪ Staring at the cracks
in the paint on the ceiling- ♪

♪ Same damn way
I spent the day before.. ♪♪

WILLA: Jesus Aiden.

Shit--

I wake you?

Really?

Sorry.

Felt the need
to hear something decent.

Mmhmm...

Whatever, pretend like
you're not happy to see me.

I don't care.

Nothing sounds
like this anymore.

Don't think dad would have appreciated the sarcasm.

It's not. I'm not,
I'm agreeing.

Just listen.

Sounds like there used to be
something worthwhile, you know?

So?

She's harmless.

How old's harmless?

She's not old.

She's tired.

Honestly,
we were dancin'.

And?

And... I thought
you might be up.

And if she were awake,
she wouldn't be here.

Drink?

Come on,
don't waste it.

My ride will be here
in twenty.

It's 3:30
in the morning.

So?

So this doesn't mean
you can ditch tomorrow.

You um...
You hear from him?

John? No.

Not for a month or so.

But...

He was never good
at keeping in touch.

Right.

It can't be easy
for him.

Anyway, fuck him.
His loss.

You know,
you could always...

Mmm...
No.

You know, I'm getting on
with my own life now.

Mmmmm...

So did you find work?

[clears throat]

The world is cheatin'
you while you sleep.

You've gotta be faster
than that now.

That's attractive.

That's what
I'm going for.

I see you
wrapped it yourself.

Open it.

Nah, not tonight.

Why not?

Because I'm tired.

And... I'd rather
save it for dinner.

[phone ringing]

And...

You're leaving.

[ON PHONE]: Hey.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay, okay.
Relax, alright?

I'll be right there.

I know.
I promised.

It's done.

DETECTIVE GOODMAN:
Uh, Ms. Ryan?

Yeah.

Uh, Detective Goodman--

I'm sorry, it's been a long night.

It's about your brother.

Yeah... yeah you said
that on the message.

Is he okay?
What happened?

Well--

We found him
yesterday morning.

Well he... he had
no identification so--

Can I see him?

Well, technically we have
to wait for victim services--

I don't need it.

[laughing]

What's he doing here?

Nice to be remembered,
Willa.

[coughing]

I see you're taking care
of yourself.

He identified
your brother.

He's just tagging along.
That's it.

[coughing]

I always figured
it would be John first.

[coughing]

I want to see
my brother now.

Sure, no problem.

[coughing]

Just as soon as
"soft shoulder" gets here...

...we'll take you
right in.

In the meantime, we only got
a couple of questions.

[coughing]

Then get it over with.

[flatline over PA]

Didn't think
I'd see you again.

What? Do you
believe in ghosts?

That's funny.

How you doin'?

Can't complain.
You know.

You back for good?
Or what?

Just got in a couple
of days ago.

Head back out
after the funeral.

That's fucking quick.

It's just the way
it works.

You got some place
to be?

Eh, I'm hooked up over
at the brother-in-law's.

You know?

Keep the girl happy.

PO off my back.

Garage?

I wish.

Can't let anybody with
a record in there anymore.

Remember that building
across the street?

He bought it.

He's gonna turn it
into condominiums.

You're building
condos?

Nah, not me.

I just clean the place out,
throwing out the trash.

Nice.

So?

What?

What's it like?

Or are you not supposed
to talk about it?

Oh, is that what you
came down here for?

The recruitment speech?

See, you're a suspicious
motherfucker, man.

Relax.

I know a lot of people like
to like shoot off their mouths.

But I'm not
one of them.

When I heard what
happened to Aiden,

I knew you'd be back.
I figured this--

Look man,
I'm not coming back.

Not like that.

Really?

Good for you.

Take control
of your life.

End of an era, though.

Four years.

Do you think it's
long enough?

I don't know.

Was it really
that bad?

Cecil ain't stupid,
you know?

Sooner or later
he's gonna hear.

And if he don't find you
there's always the funeral.

Look, Johnny boy,
just lay low. Alright?

And don't make a habit
of the same old places.

Yeah,
I appreciate it.

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JOHN [VO]: First shot
comes from up front,

straight down the draw.

Maybe you see a flash,
but you won't hear it.

There's someone
you know, goes down.

Somebody else is screaming
before you take cover.

Flank of eyes
chilling into you.

And if they chose
their spot well...

you got your back
against the wall.

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The adrenaline...

...spikes as you
return fire.

See, it doesn't matter
what you believe,

when you're pinned down,
you make your deals with God.

"Just get me out of this"

"Get us out of this
and I swear..."

But there's
no rewind.

And...knowing
how it works...

That don't help.

When an ambush is
properly executed

there's no reason
to expect anything less

than a 100%
casualty rate.

When the first guy
went down...you knew.

Hey.

I'm sorry, I didn't
have anything else.

Don't worry about it.

Did you get
any sleep?

I'm fine.

I brought some things
for you.

Not much.

I had to go to the storage
locker to get the suit--

Thanks.

I'm just so fucking tired
of feeling like this.

Then tell me
what happened.

When did you
see him?

He came by
the night before.

Late.

Was he staying
with you?

Not regularly.

But he had keys?

Yeah, he had keys.

I'd do the same
for you.

Nah, I wouldn't
have asked.

And that's supposed
to be a good thing?

It's not a good idea
for me to be staying

with you, Willa.
You know that.

I know you're
being paranoid.

And I know that's one of the
symptoms you should expect.

Along with insomnia,
nightmares,

maybe even
panic attacks--

Come on, Will.
I just got off a plane,

I haven't slept,
I don't even know

what day it is--
Are you really going

to psychoanalyze me?

Ignore it if you want, John,
but they're real problems.

A hundred and twenty-five
suicides this year--

Are you
fucking serious?

Can we just talk
about Aiden?

Please?

Fine.

How bad was he?

A mess.

And what?
This was...regular?

He wouldn't talk
to me about it.

Did you give him
the same evaluation?

GOODMAN: Like I said
on the phone, Ms. Ryan...

...same thing yesterday
as the day before.

Nothing's turned up
so far.

But you're looking?

It's an open
investigation.

Sure it is,
but are you looking?

Yes, Ms. Ryan.

Yeah, you're upset.
I can see that.

John says you won't waste
ten minutes on this.

Yeah?

And why does
he think that?

John: What else did he say?

He may have
been robbed.

He asked
if he was selling.

He didn't write?
I mean, not like that.

Ah...
I don't know.

Well, what
do you think?

I doubt they're
even going to look.

Why do you always
have to do that?

Why would you
even say that?

You said it.
Nobody's talking, Wil.

I mean,
with something like this,

something public,
it says he's guilty.

All you gotta do is look
and you know it.

If they leave you
on the street

in broad daylight,
it's not an accident.

Trust me, anybody
with a badge is

gonna look
the other way anyway.

Sorry.
You asked.

So look, I'm gonna ask you
something... ..Alright?

And I doubt you're
going to like it.

Cecil Henry? That again?

That was
four years ago.

Nobody ever proved that
John had anything

to do with that.

What the fuck
does it matter now?

If I knew
I wouldn't be asking.

Gillespie told you this,
right? That it?

John's not even
into that shit anymore.

Yeah? And you're
sure about that?

Willa: Guess the distance
from home suits you.

That's not what
this is about, Wil.

What'd you do
with dad's gun?

What?

I looked for it
at the storage locker,

couldn't find it.

I sold it.

What the fuck are you
thinking about, Willa?

You can't do nothing.

I can't lose
both of you--

I'm the one
being paranoid here?

Do you know
who is investigating--

Stop it, Wil!

You gotta put that out
of your head, right now.

Then what the fuck
am I supposed to think about?

What's happening
to you, John?

Nothing's happening to me.

Right...
Lie to me.

It kills me to watch you both
making the same mistakes.

You're more alike--

Like the old man,
maybe--

Don't do that!

He always
respected you.

Bullshit.

He said that
to make you feel better.

He emulated you.

Wonderful.

Is that what made
it okay for you

to just sit back
and watch?

Pretend all you want,
Wil.

Dress up
in your fancy clothes,

put on
your fancy scarf.

We grew up
in the same house.

Sorry, I shouldn't
have said that.

No, you're right.

I should have
done something.

Just promise you'll tell me
if you hear anything--

Come on, Wil.

Johnny, just
fucking promise me.

Alright, okay.

Can you at least contact
some of his friends?

Nah, uh, uh, uh--
...relax, breathe.

I'm not gonna shoot
but I'm too old

to be rolling around
on the floor.

What the fuck--

Shut up!

You remember
how this goes, huh?

One step forward.

Hands over your head.

Slow...

You got no right--

Ah, sure
I do, John.

Come on!
Come on. Alright--

Now, nice and easy.
Over to the bed.

Would you
keep your hands

where I can
see 'em, please.

Now I'm going
to put this down.

And it'll stay down
so long as you behave.

Hmm?

So--

Welcome back,
welcome home.

How'd you find me?

See, you know
I've been doing this

longer than you've
been alive.

I'd have
been here sooner,

but you can't factor
in military flights.

And it took me
a couple of hours

to rule out
your sister's place.

Willa, oh yeah, she's
moved up in the world.

So how come you're not
staying with her, John?

I guess it's just
more comfortable here

with the trash.

Fuck you.

[laughing]

You feel that,
do you?

So what are you
gonna do, huh?

Gonna go out and put
your hands on some people?

Figure it all out
and make them pay?

I'm just here
for the funeral, man.

Got my plane ticket
back to base next week.

[laughing]

Nothing quite like
a man telling you lies

he doesn't even
want to believe.

It's always different
when it's family.

Isn't it?

You don't know anything
about me, scarecrow--

Bullshit.

What the fuck is
your problem anyway?

Seriously, why can't
you just let it go?

No, don't do that.

Don't embarrass either
one of us with that.

You wanna play the
"God and Country" routine,

you go find
a fucking priest!

[coughing]

You did what you did
to save yourself.

[coughing]
And you know what?

You shouldn't be surprised
it didn't work.

I'm not.

[coughing]

You might want to have
that checked, man.

No, you don't worry
about me.

When you fuck up this
time I'm gonna be there.

I promise you that.

[coughing]

Oh, look, Willa dug up
the court suit, huh?

That must bring
back memories.

[coughing]

How many members
of your family you think

you're gonna bury
in that thing, Johnny,

before it's your turn?

Ah shit-- Let me
get this out of the way.

Sorry--

Thanks for this, Freddy.

It means a lot.

The mood she's in...

Well, it's understandable,
you know?

Well, she'll be happy
to see you anyway.

Yeah?

Traffic shitty?

Um... thirty minutes,
give or take.

Did you have trouble
getting it off?

Nah, I shoot
weddings, John.

And not the good ones.

Thursdays are usually
pretty quiet, man.

Listen, I hate to do this,

but I need to make a stop on the way.

Yeah, sure.
No problem, man.

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That's it there,
on the corner.

All right.

Be right back.

John: Hey.

Papi!
What's up?

It's not like
the old days. Huh?

I can't believe
he got out.

Well, you make it sound
like he had a choice.

VIRGIL: What's up?
What's going on?

Some place
we can talk?

So?

I've been feeling
pretty fucking popular

the last couple
of days.

Thought maybe
it would be a good idea

to be prepared.

Might be
a better idea

to keep your head
down, Johnny.

Yeah...

But there's Willa too.

Yeah.

I can ask around,
see what I can find.

How much?

Five should do it.

That's eight--

Come on, man.
Don't do that.

Just do what you can
to make it happen fast.

All right.

I'll come by after.

All right.

Johnny--

Cops have been
all over the place, man.

Asking questions,
stirring things up.

The old man's
gone crazy.

He wants
to take you down.

Did he come
by here?

Not yet.

But--

I heard he talked
to Cecil.

What are you
gonna do?

Fuck if I know.

Get back on a plane
as soon as I can?

Yeah.

Anyway...

You clean up nice.

Come on,
I'll walk you out.

Yo--

We got company.

Just go inside.

John Ryan.

You the partner?

That I am.

Detective Goodman.

Where's
scarecrow hiding?

Well, he's not
a well man, John.

Oh, so what?

This is where
you want to do it?

Well, you're just not
an easy man to reach.

Bullshit.

I know what's
going on.

You been talking to
everyone but me all week.

There's no reason
for us to get off

on the wrong
foot here, John.

Oh?
Is that right?

Father--

Hey--

All right--
I read the file.

I talked to a couple
of people who think

they know a thing
or two about you.

Yeah, people still like to
run their mouths, I guess.

Yeah, what?
Gillespie?

You know, I think
you're, uh, managing,

uh, better than he, uh,
than he anticipated.

Did he say that?

Well...uh...no.

But maybe that's
what he meant.

Unless you
tell me otherwise,

I'll just assume the rest
of it is not my business.

Well, that's great.

That's great.
Is that it?

'Cause I gotta
get inside.

See, I'm late and my sister
fucking hates me.

Oh yeah?
Why is that?

None of your
fucking business.

Do you know what your
brother did for a living?

Did you ever
see him?

Huh?

He was just
a stupid kid.

Still thought he was
gonna be a rock star.

Ah...

How much you figure
that pays?

Huh?

Can you help me out?
I just need an address.

He had keys
to my sister's place.

I guess he stayed
there sometimes.

Otherwise...

I don't know, man.

Maybe he stayed
with friends.

Yeah--

Any ideas
which ones?

Look man, I've been
gone four years, okay?

So what you're telling me
is that you weren't close?

Are--

Are you fucking
kidding me?

This is what you want
to talk about?

You look good.

All grown up.

Thanks.

Really.

How long
has it been?

I don't know...
Three, four years?

Yeah...

Too long.

Wil, I'm sorry.

I'm stunned.
I mean, I--

I don't know what
to say.

Thanks.

Do they know any--

I mean, have they...
said anything...yet?

They think drugs.

I can't believe that.

They're calling it
"open".

Okay--

Who did he piss off?

Who had something
against him?

I don't know.

Yeah...

But what about you?

You've got
some enemies, huh?

Nobody comes
to mind.

[laughing]

So, you're trying to tell me
that there's nobody out there

that's pissed off with you
about something?

Do you know where
he got his drugs?

Oh yeah, he had
quite the night.

I don't need
to know about that.

Yeah. But you know
Cecil Henry, though.

Don't you?

Maybe, because
your brother, Aiden...

I mean,
he sure knew him.

The word I got is that
you used to work for him

back in the day,
before you enlisted.

Yeah he, uh...
he called you a thief.

I mean,
among other things.

Why do you
give a shit?

He seemed, you know,
genuinely excited

that you were back.

I don't see it.

He'd have tried
to hide it.

You'd have found Aiden
in a river somewhere

tied to a rock, or buried
in somebody's backyard.

Yeah, but what if times
have changed though, John?

Well...

I think Cecil's the first
guy I ever met

who got better
with age, detective.

Oh, okay--
Yeah--

Yeah, I get it.

All right.

Go on inside and bury
your little brother.

I'm sorry I wasted
your time.

You're back
home now, John.

We're not
all the enemy.

I should have
stopped him.

I coulda--

When he walked out
the door,

it just didn't feel
any different, you know?

When did you
last see him?

Um...
Six months ago.

We went to this club
on seventh avenue.

It wasn't really my thing,
so I dipped out.

I mean, after a night
with him...

trying to get home
can be a little bit much.

You still live
around here?

Fuck no--

I mean...

I'm in Crown Heights.

How's that?

It's all right.

It's different.

Look at you--

He was so
proud of you.

How many degrees
you got now?

It's not important.

Today?

You're late today?

Come on, Wil.

It wasn't exactly
my choice.

No-- Not the cop.
You're late.

Jesus, Wil.
I got hung up.

Doing what?

What does that matter?
Hmm?

I had a stop to make.
It couldn't be help.

Here--

I don't want
your money--

Please, take it.

Please?

You were right.

They aren't looking.

Sorry.

Why?
Neither are you.

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Sorry--
I gotta go.

It's fine.
I understand.

You sure you're okay
to get home?

Yeah, I'll catch
a ride with Freddy.

Yeah, sure.
No problem.

Yeah? Thanks.

All right,
I'll call you later.

Hey.

You uh..
about ready?

Yeah.

And you're
sure about this?

Yeah.

I mean, I don't want
to drag you into it, but...

You're not dragging me
into anything.

Come on.

Thanks, Freddy.

No problem.

Thought you were
off dying somewhere?

[laughing]

Happens to
the best of us.

So, you've been,
uh, sniffing around,

reaching out
to all the old crew?

[laughing]

Gotta say, I'm a little
disappointed by the turnout.

Do you really think
they'd just show up

and start shooting?

It didn't seem likely.

What'd he do,
scarecrow?

You're turning the other
cheek here, John?

Come on, we're talking
about your brother, right?

You said it,
people die.

You think
he deserved it?

You feel guilty?

A little bit?

You know what I think?

I think you're right
to feel shitty about it.

I mean, whatever he did
is only half the reason

he got killed,
maybe less.

Take a good look.

You'll see it's just as
much your fault as his.

You're responsible.

And it's why
you feel guilty.

Your brain may be saying
"No, no it can't be!"

But inside
you fucking know it.

You see?

People just don't
make good decisions

when they're surrounded
by bad ones.

You try all you want,
it's not gonna happen.

So go on,
blame yourself.

You deserve it.

And your brother
probably did too.

Did he say anything to you
that night you went out?

No.

But I mean,
you know, he wouldn't.

I don't know.

I kept my eyes closed
the whole time, but...

What do you think,
Freddie?

Is it because
of John?

The money he stole?
Is that possible?

Yeah, it's possible.

But, I mean, we're
talking about Aiden.

Anything is possible.

That him?

Yeah--

Hey, Willa.

Hold on--

Wil--

WILLA: Hey.

Excuse me, hi.

Wow--

Look at that--

You all clean up nice.

Do I know you?

I know whose sister
you are.

Me and Johnny,
we go way back.

Willa, right?

That's right.

Did you know
Aiden too?

He was a smart kid.

So how did you--

Socially.

You know, different times,
different crowds.

But it's a small
fucking world.

He brought you here?

Nah, not like that.

John couldn't make it,
so he sent me instead.

Is that right?

Well--

Why don't we
do this inside?

So?

It was nothing.

Nothing?

It didn't seem
like nothing.

You wanna
go somewhere?

I need a drink.

Yeah, sure.

What about that place
you and Aiden went?

Oh no,
that's a club.

I mean, it doesn't even
open until like 11:30.

Well, then you pick.

Yeah, okay.

I can't believe
you kept these.

You know, I wanted to find
something to put them in.

How old were you,
with the hair?

I don't know,
fourteen.

That high-top fade
was the shit.

But look at Aiden.

He was always doing
his own thing.

I know--

We never knew where
he got that shit.

What?

Nothing, I was just
thinking about us...

you know,
growing up.

I probably spend more time
at your house than mine.

Your house was
like a vacation.

You remember the nights
that we would stay up,

just the three of us,
just talking shit.

A couple of high
school kids and the...

the hottest girl
in school.

And you really
talked to us.

you really connected.

And everybody
was afraid of John,

so we was never
scared of nobody.

You fuck with us, you had
to fuck with him.

And wasn't nobody
that hard.

You remember that
night that uh--

You kissed me?

Well, I tried
to kiss you anyway.

The fucking balls,
right?

It was cute.

Exactly.

I was scared
after that.

I mean walking home,
it was less than two blocks,

but I was sure
you were gonna tell John.

I figured that was
the end of it.

Just like that.

I stayed up
all night.

Freddy--

No, you don't have
to say anything.

I was young
and you...

...you were you.

I never told him.

I know.

But it didn't matter.
I mean, I wasn't family.

I was just...
Freddy Taylor

pretending to be
Freddy Ryan.

That shit ends up
like this...

It's kind of sad.

WILLA: I'm not getting out
until you say yes.

You're not
getting out, huh?

You want another?

Nah--

Just...

Give me a ride home,
would you?

I know you want it.

Yeah, I do.

It's probably not
a good idea.

Stop being so
fucking dramatic, Freddy.

Listen--

Now you've been
through a lot.

Look--

You call me tomorrow
if you still feel the same.

But not tonight.

Okay?

Fuck you.

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WILLA:
So, who's that...?

AIDEN:
She's harmless....

AIDEN: Honestly,
we were dancing...

FREDDY: We went
to this club

on seventh avenue...

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There, that's it--

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How you been, Cecil?

What?
You miss me, John?

Honestly?

Yeah, honestly.

Yeah.

I did.

Must be getting
stupider, John.

Yeah?
Why's that?

Fucking sitting
out here?

What, are you feeling
sorry for yourself?

That's it? You dreaming
of the old days?

Doesn't sound like
the John Ryan I know.

I remember how they couldn't
get anything past us...

Freddy and Aiden.

I remember how it used
to piss them off.

As soon as we got a lead,
they'd just say "Fuck it,"

throw threes whenever
they got near the ball.

Little bastard knew how
to take the fun out of it.

I'll give him that.

Are you sure
that was him?

Ouch.

It's just your luck
or what, John?

I mean...

We just about forgotten
you ever existed,

and then, uh...
here you are.

So you feel good?
Huh?

Doing your bit
over there?

You like that?

You thinking
of giving it a go?

Fuck no!

I don't know
how you do it.

All those months and months,
nothing but men and dirt.

Unless you're
into that shit now?

All the sweaty brotherhood
crap, you like that?

Oh, I see.

So, you been working out?
Staying fit?

Fuck you.

Always with the mouth,
right?

Whole family,
even back in the day,

nobody knew when
to shut the fuck up--

Did you kill him?

I leave that
bottom-feeder shit

to somebody else,
like your buddy, Virgil.

You got my money,
John?

Nah.

No...

We already
knew that, right?

It's cold.

You're gonna die
out here in the cold--

WHACK!

[fighting]

[struggling]

THUD!

[hitting]

[gun shot firing]

[gun shot firing]

[gun shots firing]

[gun shots firing]

[gun shots firing]

[gun shot firing]

[gun shot firing]

Ugh...

BANG!

Goodman:
Okay, so...

All right,
tell me again.

Describe her.

She was...young,
maybe twenty...

...Dark hair...

...pretty I think...

She was passed out.

But you'd never
seen her before,

and she wasn't
his girlfriend?

I don't know...

He said
she was harmless.

Harmless?

What the fuck
you looking at?

You don't
remember me?

Nope.

I need
to ask you something.

I'm not interested.

What's your name?

Fuck off.

Aiden Ryan.

You remember him?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

SMASH!

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

CRACK!

Fucking remember
him now?!

I don't know
anything about him!

Please!

Please what?

Please don't hurt me!

I'm grounded.
My father will kill me.

I'm not even
supposed to--

Are you fucking
kidding me?!

You were
with him that night.

What happened?

I don't know.
I can't remember.

WHACK!

Try harder!

I don't know!

WHACK!

TRY HARDER!

I don't know--

WHACK-WHACK!

I was so fucked up--

Help me, can you
please help me.

Say that again and
I will fucking kill you!!!

I thought it was--

And??

[choking]

[choking]
Nothing happened...

Who picked you up?

At my place
who picked you up?

At my place
who picked you up?!

[crying]

[choking]

[deep breaths]

Do you know something?

You gotta
remember something--

You gotta
remember something.

Hey--

I wanted to go
to the funeral...

Please don't hurt me--

[crying]

Please don't
hurt me anymore.

♪

♪

♪

[Whispering] Hail
Mary, mother of God.

[Sigh]

Hail Mary, mother of God.
Lord art with thee.

Blessed is the
fruit of thy womb.

Blessed art
thou...Hail mary...

Hail Mary,
mother of God.

The Lord art
with the, blessed--

[phone ringing]

Fuck!

This is yours--

This is his--

Thank you.

So, you got
any ideas?

Uh...

If it was me, I'd check
the rooming houses.

[coughing]

Can't be that many
at this point--

[spits]

[phone ringing]

[on phone]: Yeah?

[on phone]: Oh, okay.

Yeah, go ahead and
um... and put her though.

It's personal.

Ms. Ryan,
how you doing?

Did you find
anything yet?

Goodman on phone: No.

What about the girl?
Did you even look?

You know, last I remember,
you had no idea

how your brother was
spending his evening.

Did something change? Huh?

Ms. Ryan?

WHACK!

SLAM!

Fuck!

WHACK!

[struggling]

Ugh!

WHACK-WHACK!

Get down on your
fucking knees--

GET DOWN ON YOUR
FUCKING KNEES!

All you little fuckers

think you are
so fucking smart

waving this
with one hand.

Think we don't know what
you got in the other one?

That I don't know what
you got behind your back?

Come on, John.

We're friends, man--

Tell me about Aiden.

You think
I'm fucking stupid?

You could scream.

What do you want?

He did a job for me. A little job, man.

Nothing fucking serious.

He's dead, Virg.

It was years ago,
I had nothing to do with it--

BANG!

Ahhhhh!
Please!

Come on!

Listen to me!

You wanna know
what happened to Aiden,

I'll tell you!

I was looking at your life here...

The photographer's good.

I don't understand.

Yes you do.

I think...

...that you've
been expecting me.

You know her?

Yeah.

Looks like fun, no?

In some countries
she'd be an adult,

but she was raised here.

I work
for her father.

Blackmail?

A good time, a little
more of daddy's money.

Who's daddy?

I don't know.

But these people
aren't very nice.

You asked
her questions.

Oh...

You've changed
your mind?

No,
I want to know.

Enough to make
a deal?

Yeah.

Okay.

First we watch
the rest of the tape.

And then...

...you forget all about the girl and her father.

And you forget all about me.

These are his terms,
his conditions.

I'm not here
to negotiate.

How do I know--

Oh, you have
my word.

And you'll want this to be
the last time we ever meet.

And this was regular?

From what I hear
they've worked it before.

He could be
a little bastard,

but I don't
see it, man.

Johnny,
you're missing it.

Come on,
it's a scam.

They were all
in on it.

They put themselves
on tape.

Daddy gets a peek,

then they hit him up
for the contribution.

Not a lot,
just a little bit.

Just enough
for them all to get by.

Are you sure
about this?

I'm sure.
Financially,

as this shit goes,
it's not a bad idea.

That doesn't
seem like Aiden.

That's what I've been
trying to tell you.

It wasn't just him.

Is that on?

Right here--
Look at me.

That's right--

FREDDY: Yo, Aiden,
you better get

your ass back
in here, dog.

AIDEN: What's up?

FREDDY:
Get your ass in here.

AIDEN: Holy shit...

Hello.

Are you ready?

Am I ready?
Yeah.

Who gives a fuck
about him anymore--

Say "Hi daddy."

Say "Hi daddy."

[laughing]

Ha ha ha ha
it's funny shit, yeah.

Take my pants off.

[laughing]

You fucking slut.
Yes--

[laughing]

Yeah.

Give me
the camera--

Come here--

And you killed him
for this?

Not only for this.

THUD!

WHACK!

Man, what the fuck?
Take it easy!

Shut up and close
the door.

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

[Aiden coughing]

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

Ahhhhhh!

Can I ask you
something?

Do you have
a brother?

Two.

What if--

Then I would want
to know why.

What if I go
to the police?

Well, if you think
it would help.

SMITH: Look at me.

Hey--

Look at me.

We're not finished.

Come on, man.
He's had enough.

AIDEN: Why--?

What?

What did you say?

I don't know--

I said, why?

Because he wants you
to understand.

Understand what?

Dignity.

What did you think
he was selling?

Come on...man--
What the fuck, man?

All of this
for that?

It wasn't even
that much.

He gave him
the money.

Tell me something.

You're a
good-looking boy.

And you're smart,
I think.

You have a pretty girl
and she likes you,

enough even to go
along with your plan.

So what?

So what I want
to know is

why are you
making it difficult?

Why not just marry her
and have everything--

[laughing]

Are you
fucking serious?

[laughing]

Why would
we want that?

Get out.

Wait a minute, man.
What about the money?

I did what you asked.
We had a deal.

Leave everything
and get out now

before I change
my mind.

John: What are you
talking about?

He brought her
here yesterday.

What the fuck for?

She said
you sent her.

bang-bang-bang

Fuck--

There's a bar
"Betty's" on fifth.

He's there
all the time.

Johnny--

I'm sorry
about Aiden.

I just didn't feel it was
my place to say anything.

Yeah...

I get it.

SMITH: He made his trade and you can't go back...

You understand?

No.

There are always things
you can't do anything about.

But then, there are always things...

...that you can.

[Willa on phone]:
Hey.

It's me.

Wanna get a drink?

WILLA: Jesus, Aiden...

AIDEN: Shit--

AIDEN: I wake you?

Really?

Whatever.

Pretend like you're
not happy to see me,

I don't care.

Aiden:
You, um...

[clears throat]
You hear from him?

John?

No.

But...

He was never good
at keeping in touch.

Right.

It can't be easy for him.

You know, you could always--

No.

You know, I'm getting on
with my own life now.

♪

♪

♪

Hey.

I gotta say,
I'm a bit surprised.

You said to call.

Yeah, but I didn't
think you would.

Well--

♪

I know--

I promised.

♪

It's done.

♪

Surprise.

Well, hey,
I'm not complaining.

Can we go somewhere
and... talk?

♪

Hey, yo--

I wanted to say something
about the other night.

WHACK!

What the fuck
are you doing?!

John: Hey!

What the fuck's
the matter with you?

SLAM!

Gimme the gun!

WHACK!

God dammit!

I saw the fucking
tape, Freddy!

WHACK!

BANG!

John!

You don't have
to do this!

You don't have
to do this!

WHACK!

Did he hurt you?
Did he hurt you--

No, no, no!
Come on!

Get off!!!

GET OFF!!!

He was my brother
too, man!

Shut the fuck up!

Listen to me--

John!!!

Get off!

Hey, let me
deal with this.

Look at me.
Let me deal with it.

Get off, John!!!

Hey, come on--
Willa, Please!

Look at me.

You piece of shit--

Why are you
doing this?

Fucking piece
of shit--

Let me deal
with this, okay?

Go!

Hey man,
I loved him too.

You know Aiden--

Shut the fuck up!

Man, what the fuck
was I supposed to do?

BANG!

Fuck!!!

BANG! BANG!

Put the gun
down, Willa--

Just put
the gun down.

Put the gun down--

It's okay--

Just put it down.
It's okay--

♪

JOHN [VO]: First shot
comes from up front,

straight down the draw.

JOHN [VO]:
Maybe you see a flash,

but you won't hear it.

JOHN [VO]: There's someone
you know, goes down.

JOHN [VO]:
Somebody else is screaming

for you to take cover.

Flank of eyes
chewing into you.

JOHN [VO]: And if
they chose their spot well...

You got your back
against the wall.

JOHN [VO]: See it doesn't
matter what you believe.

When you're pinned down,

you make
your deals with God.

JOHN [VO]:
"Just get me out of this."

"Get us out of this,
and I swear..."

JOHN [VO]:
But there's no rewind.

And...
knowing how it works...

...that don't help.

JOHN [VO]: When an
ambush is properly executed,

there's no reason
to expect anything less

than a 100%
casualty rate.

JOHN [VO]: When
the first guy went down,

you knew.

♪

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