All language subtitles for Sacrum.Vindictae.2023.srt - eng(2)

(helicopter blades chopping)

(soft piano music)

(bag zipping)

- Nooch, say it aint so, man.

(soft piano music)

- My wife's pregnant, brother.

Just can't live this life anymore.

- So that's it?

We're Special Ops, man, Uncle
Sam's trained assassins.

What the fuck are you gonna
do on the outside, huh?

It aint like we can put any of the shit

that we did on a resume.

- There's plenty of people making it

on the outside, my friend.

And they're not dodging
bullets for a living.

- Listen to me, Nooch.

You watch your ass out there, all right?

This life, this life, you
might be able to leave it,

but it don't always leave you.

Know what I mean?

- Yeah.

(soft piano music)

One for the road?

(soft piano music)

- Here's to giving the enemy the honor.

- To die for their country.

(glasses clinking)

(soft music)

Hey, if you ever get
to Philly, look me up.

I'll buy you a beer.

- Take care of yourself, Nucci.

- You too.

(phone buzzing)

(phone buzzing)

(phone buzzing)

- Yeah.

- [Freddie] We're gonna
need you to come in today.

- What time?

- Boss should be there by noon.

- All right, I'll be there.

(phone clicking)

(upbeat rock music)

(music stops)

- How you doin', Nate?

- Rico. How are you, man?

- Hey, Nate, how's it hanging?

- They here?

- Yeah.

Hey, you catch the Eagles game last night?

They pulled it off in the fourth.

- Yeah, they still suck.

- You get outta here with that.

Talk about my boys that way.

Philly Special your ass.

- What's shaking, Nate?

- You.

- Take a seat, both of you.

Appreciate you coming in,
Nate. We got a situation.

Younger generation these days.

I don't know what the
fuck is wrong with them.

Not a one of them knows the
meaning of the word family.

You know what I mean?

You try to teach them, try
to talk to them, nothing.

They just do whatever the fuck they want.

Anyway.

I got a contract I need you to negotiate.

- Who's this?

- Giuseppe "The Gun" Bellini.

He is a contractor.

- I don't do contractors. You know that.

- Since when do you get to dictate terms?

Where the fuck do you
think you are, Burger King?

You don't get to have it your way, Nucci.

Look at me when I'm talking to you!

- Enough already, Freddie.

Jesus Christ, it's like
my fucking kid with you.

I know this ain't normal protocol, okay.

I want you to look at this
as a personal favor to me.

- Who's he contract with?

- Milano.
- New York.

- Yep.

- I don't like it. Find
somebody else for this.

- Do you believe this fucking guy?

Where do you come off with the balls?

- Freddie, do I gotta say it again?

(Freddie sighing)

Nate, sit down.

Please?

I understand your rationale,

and I know why you don't
hit other contractors.

But this has all been cleared already.

You think I want a war with New York?

Jesus Christ, that's the
last fucking thing I need.

And this little piece of
shit came into my city

and clipped one of my guys

right in front of his wife and kid.

And then that cocksucker
put a bullet in her head,

leaving that little kid
sitting on the street watching

his parents die with their
brains all over his face.

Do you know ...

You know how I feel about that.

So you know that I
can't just let it happen

under my nose and not do shit about it.

Capeesh?

Now I had a sit down with Tony last night.

He understands.

And given the sloppy
nature of what his guy did,

he agrees with me.

So I'm reaching out to you

and asking you to do me this favor.

The contract is 50 large.

But you gotta do it tonight.

He's only in Philly till tomorrow.

- This is cleared?

- Tony gave me the green light.

Christ, he's the one who
told me where he's staying.

That's his hotel key right there.

- I want payment in advance.

- Half and half, just
like any other contract.

- Payment in advance, or
find another contractor.

- Okay.

Okay.

Come back in a few hours and
I'll have the rest for you.

One other thing, though.

Freddie's going with you.

- I don't need a babysitter. I work alone.

- Yeah, I know, but I don't trust

that motherfucker Bellini.

I think he may be in
bed with one of my guys.

So it's just a precaution.
But he is going.

- Fine.

- I think this motherfucker's getting

a little too cocky with you, Uncle Falco.

- And I think I need
you to keep your cool.

- The way he fucking mouthed off to you!

- Then you let me deal with it!

I need Nate for this job, okay.

- Why do I gotta be there?

- Because you're my favorite
nephew, and I trust you.

And, if Bellini is in bed with
somebody from Philadelphia,

I want you to take that
motherfucker alive,

and bring him to me,
don't let Nate kill him.

- How the fuck am I gonna stop Nate?

He's a maniac about
keeping his hits clean.

- You do whatever you gotta do to bring

whoever it is here, alive.

- All right.

(birds singing)

- Yeah, it's me.

You know anything about
the Milano contract?

Yeah, I heard. Wife and kid.

Is this shit cleared?

Did Milano clear this negotiation?

- Okay, all I needed to know, thanks.

(mournful piano music)

(gun clicking)

(mournful piano music)

- Yeah, I'm on my way.

About two hours.

(upbeat dramatic music)

- All right, stay out here.

- What the fuck you talking
about? I'm coming with you.

- Keep your fuckin' voice down.

- The boss said that I--

- I don't give a shit what the boss said.

Keep your eyes on the door.

- What if he's in there with somebody?

- Then I'll come out and get you.

Don't make it more
complicated than it has to be.

Eyes open, mouth fucking shut, capeesh?

- What the fuck?

(soft upbeat dramatic music)

(shower running)

(gun clicking)

(shower running)

(shower stopping)

- What the fuck?

You must be Nathaniel, huh?

I've heard stories about you.

I'm honored, you know.

That Falcon felt he
had to send you for me.

(gun clicking)

Fuck.

- That was a test. You failed.

You know why I'm here, right?

- Yeah, well,

I mean I'm not surprised, if
that answers your question.

You a sporting man, Nathaniel?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- That means, give me
a fighting chance, huh?

Come on.

- All right.

Put on some clothes.

(towel dropping)

- You know it had to be done, right?

- I'm not interested in your rationale.

- Okay, just business then, huh?

Fuck it.

Let's dance, huh?

Come on, Nathaniel, you gotta
be ready for that shit, huh?

(punches striking)

- You only get one of those.

(punches striking)

- Come on, Nate.

(punches striking)

(bone breaking)

(upbeat dramatic music)

(both groaning)

(punches thudding)

I did what I had to do.

- I told you. I'm not
interested in your rationale.

(kick thudding)

(upbeat dramatic music)

Fuck this.

(silenced gun firing)

- What the fuck? What the
fuck happened to your face?

- I thought I told you to stay outside.

- Thought you said you could handle it.

- Go out front, pull the
car around and wait for me.

(upbeat dramatic music)

He's on his way out.

Yeah.

(upbeat dramatic music)

(camera clicking)

(camera clicking)

(camera clicking)

(camera clicking)

(camera clicking)

(soft music)

(switch clicking)

(soft music)

- Hey, are you two almost ready?

- Yes.

Hey, babe, go to the bathroom,
huh? We got a long ride.

- Do you need any help with that?

- I think I could handle it.

- Nate, thank you.

- For what?

- For being you.

I was gonna save this for your birthday,

but you know how I am with waiting.

- What is it?

- Open it and find out, big guy (laughs).

I, I got it at one of
those specialty shops

that we love to go to,

and the owner told me
that it means warrior.

So obviously, I was like, wrap it up.

I need to give that to my warrior.

(soft music)

- I love it.

- Let's put it on.

(soft music)

- So, how's it look?

- Perfect.

- I'm never gonna take this off.

- Good.

I love you.

(soft music)

(lips smacking)

- I love you too.

- Hi, Daddy.

- Hey, hey, hey, there's my baby doll.

What's that?

- Well, when I was here the other day,

I noticed you were outta vegetables, so

when I was at the market,
I picked some up for you.

- Sweetheart, saying that
I was outta vegetables

implies that I ever had vegetables.

- Daddy, you need to start
taking better care of yourself.

Vegetables are good for your heart.

- Seeing you's good for my heart.

- Well you need to start
eating a little bit healthier.

- Ugh, you sound just like
your mother, God rest her soul.

- Yeah, well somebody
needs to take care of you.

- Oh, hey Cuz.
- Hey Freddie.

- [Freddie] The fuck is this?

You turning into the
Green Grocer over here?

- Whoa, watch your mouth.

- Yeah, Freddie, shut the fuck up!

Daddy needs to start
eating more vegetables,

and it wouldn't hurt you none either.

- Yeah, well when I order a
steak, it comes with a potato.

- All right, Daddy, well, I gotta go.

I'm gonna be late for work.

- So last night?

- Late for work, huh?

- The Sixers, they cost me two bills.

- What's that lazy bum of a
husband of yours been doing?

- Daddy, you know it's rough out there.

Cooper just got laid off. He's looking.

- Just got laid off? That
was eight months ago.

- It was seven.

- What's he been doing for eight months?

- I'll call you later.

- Come here.

- I don't want your money, Daddy.

- Just take it, all right.

Take it.

For the, for the vegetables.

- Mm-hm, this is for the vegetables?

- Yes, that is for the vegetables.

And for your rent or whatever.

I don't know, get outta here.

- Thanks, Daddy.
- Yeah.

- See you later, Cuz.

- You know that fucking weasel Cooper's

into us for 10 large now, right?

- 12.

Sixers lost last night.

- You want I should turn
the screws up on him?

- What happened last night?

- That motherfucker had me wait

outside the room like a fucking stugots.

- Yeah, but is it done?

- Yeah, it's done.

- Okay, that's all I need to hear.

I'm sure I'll get a call from Tony

once that word comes down.

- I thought this shit was cleared.

- Nope, nothing was cleared.

- Uncle Falco.

- I do not need to clear shit with Milano.

Nobody comes into my city
and clips one of my guys

and his wife right in front of his kid.

Nope.

- Yeah, but--

- But, but what?

We're all supposed to do
nothing? What happens then, huh?

Who's next?

Me?

You?

Milano's gotta learn this aint New York.

Fuck him.

An eye for an eye.

- Yeah, all right, an eye for an eye.

(soft music)

- Oh, hey you.

What, you have a growth spurt last night?

(Dominique laughing)

Hey, what did Daddy teach you?

What do you do when somebody
tries to grab you like this?

- Kick him in the nuts.

- Goddam right you do.

- [Abby] Excuse me?

- I mean, you're darn right you do.

- That's better. You gonna
watch the game with Daddy?

- Yeah.

- Do you need a beer?

- I don't know. You want a beer?

- Yeah, I'll take a beer, Mom.

- Ha ha, not a chance.

- I'm okay right now, babe, thanks.

Why don't you hang out,
watch the game with us.

- Dad, no. Mom always jinxes the Eagles.

- Hey.

- The Eagles jinx the Eagles, buddy.

- I've got things to do upstairs anyway.

I'll join you guys in a bit, okay?

- All right, good.

- Have fun.

(soft piano music)

- Abby, Dominique?

Abigale!

(doorbell ringing)

(Nate breathing hard)

(gun clicking)

Who is it?

- It's Nicki.

Oh my God, what happened to you?

- Nicki, what are you doing here?

- It's Friday, I'm bringing
dinner to my little brother

like I usually do.

- I'm sorry.

Come on in.

Thank you.

Where's yours? You're not eating?

- I don't feel like eating right now.

How've you been?

- I'm all right.

- You wanna explain the face and the gun?

(Nate exhaling)

- No.

It's nothing. Don't worry about it.

- Nate.

You know I don't ask
you a lotta questions.

- Yeah.

- Are you still messing around with Conti?

- Yeah.

- Do you really think that's a good idea?

- What do you want me to say?

- I want you to tell me
what you're doing with him.

- I can't.

Trust me, it's better that you don't know.

- I know who Falco is, and
I know what he's about.

This is not gonna end up well for you.

- I'm not gonna have this
conversation with you again.

I know what I'm doing. That's
all that you need to know.

- You are gonna have this conversation.

You don't wanna tell me the details, fine,

but you're gonna hear me out.

Because I been quiet for a long time,

and I just can't continue to stand by

praying and wondering every night,

am I gonna get a call from the morgue

to come identify your body?

- I know what I'm doing.

- I don't question that.

But you're not like Falco,
or any of the others.

These people kill without remorse.

They kill their own
family, for Christ sake.

What do you think they're gonna do to you?

- So what am I supposed to do?

Nothing?

You of all people should know
that that's not how it works.

(soft piano music)

- I know how you feel.

When I lost Paul, I thought the world

was gonna come to an end.

- It's not the same!

Why can't you realize that?

(soft piano music)

- You're right.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it that way.

I just don't wanna see
anything happen to you.

You're my brother. We're the
only family that we have left.

- It's not about us!

(soft piano music)

Sacrum Vindictae.

Sacred revenge.

They took my life.

Now I'm gonna take theirs.

(soft piano music)

- Falco has an army of men around him.

You're just one person.

You can't win this one.

You're gonna get yourself killed.

(soft piano music)

So what if you do get what you want?

At what cost?

I don't even recognize you.

Look at your face.

You answer the door
with a gun in your hand.

Is this satisfying, your Sacrum Vindictae?

(soft piano music)

- [Nicki] You can't beat them.

You're going to get yourself killed.

Look at you. I don't even recognize you.

You can't win.

(Nate screaming)

(Nate crying)

(soft upbeat piano music)

(Nate crying)

(soft upbeat piano music)

(soft piano music)

- Yeah, well, this has been
going on for day and night.

I want it to stop.

You just let him know
it came from me, okay?

I don't wanna hear any
fucking excuses, capeesh?

Just let me know when it's
taken care of, all right.

What, Vinnie, what what?
Come on, spit it out.

- We got news outta Philly, boss.

It's Bellini.

He got clipped last night.

- What?

By who?

- We don't know yet.

I got Lefties and Giggles on it right now.

(Tony grumbling)

- You get Conti on the phone right now.

- You got it, boss.

- Vinnie.
- Yeah?

- Don't come back to me
without no fucking answers.

- You got it, boss.

Fuck...

- [Falco] What do you
remember about your old man?

- [Freddie] Not much, he
got whacked when I was six.

- He was my big brother?

- Yeah.

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

- Conti, it's Vinnie.

- Vinnie, hey, how's it hanging?

- Oh cut the shit, Conti,
you know why I'm calling.

- Oh yeah, I heard about
your guy that was in town.

That's unfortunate, man. Crime
in this city is just crazy.

- Milano wants some answers, now!

- You tell Tony that I'm on it.

Okay, I got no idea right now, but uh ...

- I don't think I have to
tell you what this means.

- You know what, Vinnie?

You're breaking up, I can't hear you.

Just tell Tony I'll
call him probably later.

Fucking hammerhead.

- Conti! That motherfucker
just hang up on me?

You gotta be f ...

Lying piece of shit.

Fuck!

- I gonna solve both our problems.

- Hey.

Yeah.

You got them?

How many?

Good.

I want you to pay our friend a visit.

All right.

I'll see you there.

(soft upbeat music)

(sighs) Hey, sis.

- Nate, are you okay?

- I'm good. I got a plan.

It's almost over.

- Nate, please be careful.

- I always am.

Call you tomorrow.

Love you, sis.

- I love you too.

(soft upbeat music)

(birds singing)

(knocking on door)

- Can I help you?

- You Cooper?

- Who wants to know?

- Let's just say I'm a friend of a friend.

- You know what, asshole?
I'm not interested.

- I know you're into Falcon for 12 grand.

- Who are you, and how
the fuck do you know that?

You here to collect?

- I told you, I'm a friend of a friend.

And no I'm not here to collect.

In fact, I'm here to do the opposite.

I have something for you.

(envelope rattling)

You know that man?

- Yeah, it's my wife's
cousin. What the fuck is this?

- That is Freddie Pisani
leaving the Canaan Hotel

last night after taking out orders

from Falcon to kill Giuseppe Bellini.

- Giuseppe the Gun, from New York?

- Yeah.

- What the fuck, why?

- Not for me to say.

- Falcon ordered this?

- Yeah.

All the photos are here.

- What does this have to do with me?

- It has nothing to do with you.

As far as I see it, you can do nothing,

or you can do whatever you
feel like you need to do.

- And what the fuck does that mean?

- Have a good day, Cooper.

- Wow, okay.

(soft piano music)

(Lamar laughing)

- Holy shit.

- Lamar.

What's up, my brother?

- How you doing?

- Good, how are you?

- Good, good.

Man, hell of a night?

- You know how it goes, right?

- I do, I do.

- So, how'd it go?

- Mission accomplished.

- Thanks, Lamar. I knew
I could count on you.

- Of course.

- Something for you.

(soft piano music)

- Uh, um, no no.

Man, I can't take this.

As much as you saved my ass, literally.

- Listen, take it, and get outta town

as soon as possible, okay?

(soft piano music)

- So what's your next move?

- Gonna take a ride to the Big Apple.

- You need me to tag along?

- Nah. No, I got this.

- Okay.

- You get back to the wife and kids.

It's good seeing you, man.

- Good seeing you too.

(soft piano music)

- You could leave this life.

(Lamar laughing)

But it doesn't always leave you, right?

- That's right.

That's right.

- You know what?

Next time I'm in Florida, drinks on you.

- Deal.

- All right.

Take care of yourself, man.

- You too.

Hey, you gonna be all right?

- Yeah, I will be, pretty soon.

- All right.

- Until I see you again.

- Until I see you again.

(soft piano music)

(engine starting)

(engine revving)

- [Vinnie] All right, what do you got?

How lucky you feeling?

- [Player] No problem, and
I'll raise you a couple extra.

- What, you don't think I got it?

- I'm not saying that.

- Still working on mine.

- Tell you what? How about this?

Put your money where your mouth is.

- You don't think I can take care of that?

You got no idea what's in my hand, buddy.

- I see a lotta talking.

- Yeah.
- You're right.

- All money aint good money though.

- (laughs) Sure as hell aint.

- Who the fuck's this guy?

- I'm looking for Tony Milano.

- You're looking for Tony Milano?

And who the fuck are you?

- Hey, Vinnie, want me to take care

of this fucking trash here?

- Take it easy.

This guy looks like he just got hit

in the face by a baseball bat.

We don't wanna hurt him anymore, do we?

So who are you?

- Nathaniel Nucci, I'm from Philly.

- Oh. Nathaniel Nucci from Philly.

Sounds fucking important.

Help me out here. That supposed
to mean something to me?

- I need to talk to Tony.

Got something that he
might be interested in.

- Oh.

Okay, yeah, no problem.

Did you call and make an appointment?

(group laughing)

Did anybody talk to this
guy? Did he call you, no?

- I got information about Bellini.

- Who the fuck are you?

- A friend.

- Oh, okay. Really, a friend?

Really?

Well I guess you don't mind if I see

if you're packing anything, right, friend?

- He's clean.

- Good.

Good.

Thanks.

Now, what's the information you got?

- I talk to Tony, or I walk.

- (laughs) Our friend here
is now giving me orders.

What makes you think you're even

gonna walk out that door today, friend?

Huh?

How about you give me the information

and then I'll decide whether
it's worth Tony's time or not?

Capeesh?

- I know who killed Bellini.

(Vinnie laughing)

- Why don't you have yourself a seat,

and I'll be right back?

(door squeaking)

(lips smacking)

- Easy, boys.

Steroids don't teach you how to fight.

- Hey, paisan, come here.

- Saved by the bell, huh?

- [Vinnie] Let's go.

(door squeaking)

(door closing)

- Mr. Milano.

- Have a seat.

- Nathaniel, right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Vinnie here tells me
you got some information

I might be interested in.

- I know who killed your man.

- Oh yeah?

Who's that?

So what, pal, this don't mean nothing.

- All those pictures are
dated and time-stamped.

They were taken an hour before
the body was discovered.

Check the police and
coroner records if you like.

- Where'd you get these, huh?

- Let's just say a friend gave them to me.

- He has a lotta fucking
friends around here, huh?

- You take these pictures?

- No.

- This is some very serious business

you're pushing forward here, pal.

So why should I trust you?

- I have a proposition for you.

- Yeah, what's that?

- I'll take out Freddie.

You get your retribution, and
you keep your hands clean.

- And what do you want in
return for this here favor, hm?

- I wanna be left alone.

- You what?

Hm.

- So how are things working
out with this new guy?

- So far so good.

- What's his name again?

- Rico.

- Rico.

- Yes, do you have any other questions?

- Is he taking good care of you?

Because if he's not.

- Yes, he's taking good care of me.

If he wasn't, why would I be
in a relationship with him?

- I gotta take care of
this. I'll see you later.

- Got a lotta balls showing your face

around here, you know that, right?

- Yeah, well I need to
talk to you, Freddie.

- We got nothing to talk about,

other than how you're
coming up with the 12 G's.

- Well this has something to do with that.

- You don't know how lucky you are.

Unless you find a way to come
up with the fucking money,

your luck's about to run out, you got me?

- Well I think that I have something

a little more valuable than that.

- What the fuck is this?

- Well, that's you, Freddie,

last night outside the hotel
where Bellini got whacked.

Does that ring a bell?

- Yeah, I know who the fuck it is.

Did you take this picture?

- No, I didn't take that
picture. Someone gave it to me.

- Who the fuck gave you this picture?

- Said he was a friend of a friend.

- Friend of a friend?

- Yeah, a Black dude.

I'd say that that picture,

I mean that's gotta be worth, like, what,

a million words or something?

Especially if maybe Tony
Milano were to see that.

- Are you threatening me, Coop?

- Relax, Freddie, I won't
show nobody the pictures.

- Pictures? You got more than this?

- Yeah, what'd you think, I was
gonna bring the flash drive?

- Fucking flash drive?

- Yeah, the guy gave me a flash drive

with all the pictures on it.

But don't worry it's in a safe place.

But, if anything were to happen to me,

that flash drive would
make its way to New York.

Look, all I want is for the
12 G's to just disappear.

- Yeah, disappear.

- Yeah, and another 500K insurance.

- Let me tell you something, motherfucker.

I don't give a fuck who you're married to.

Falcon aint gonna be around forever.

I'll fucking bury you.

- Mm-hm.

- Now who gave you the fucking pictures?

- Freddie, what the hell
you doing? Let him go.

- This fucking--

- Let him go. Cooper,
what are you doing here?

- Freddie and I, were just talking

a little business arrangement, you know.

- Business arrangement?

- Yeah.

- I don't want you coming
around here no more, okay?

Now you're into us for a lotta money.

So unless you got that
cash in your pocket,

I suggest you go home, find a job

and take care of your wife.

- Okay.

- Boss, this prick--

- Freddie get inside, right now.

This aint the time or the place.

I swear, neither of you got
half a brain between you.

- This aint over yet, motherfucker.

- Shut the fuck up!
- See you later, Freddie.

- No.

I don't wanna find you
hanging around here no more.

- All right?

(soft suspenseful piano music)

- You wanna tell me
what that was all about?

- He pulled out a picture of me

outside the hotel room
from the other night.

After the hit.

- Freddie, what are you talking about?

- I'm talking about this.

- Were you followed last night?

- How the fuck am I supposed to know?

- Freddie, that's why I sent you there,

for that exact reason,

so don't say how the fuck
am I supposed to know.

A war with Milano's one thing.

This would bring all five
families down on our heads.

Now were you followed the other night?

- No.

Nobody knew about that hit.

Except Nathaniel.

- How you figure? Nate don't
know nothing about Cooper.

- What other explanation can there be?

- Why? Why would he do
something like this?

- Maybe he found out that
the hit wasn't cleared

and now he's just trying to cover his ass.

- That don't explain my son-in-law.

What does Cooper want?

- He wants a pass on the 12.

He wants another 500 to make the pictures

on the flash drive disappear.

- 500?

Okay.

Okay.

Reach out to Nate. I'm putting
out a contract on Cooper.

Before the little fuck
gets any other ideas.

Tell Nate he needs to
find the flash drive.

I'm sure Cooper has it in the house.

He's got the IQ of a deck chair.

Once he gets the flash
drive, I'll deal with Nate.

- I mean, how's that gonna
work if Nate's the one

that set this whole thing up?

- Don't jump to any conclusions.

One step at a time.

We don't have all the information yet.

- What about Terry?

- I'll take care of Terry.

Have her come over to the house

because I'm not feeling good or something.

- You got it.

Uncle Falco, I'm sorry.

- That's okay.

Fuck.

(soft piano music)

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

- Yeah.

- [Freddie] We got a contract
that needs negotiation.

- Why the fuck are you
calling me on this line?

Go through our normal channels
or call me on the B line.

- I tried your B line. You didn't answer.

This is important.

There's something else you
need to do with this client.

- What?

- Our subject has a flash drive.

We need you to recover it at
the end of the negotiation.

- What's on the drive?

- You don't need to know that part.

- Then how the fuck I am supposed to know

if it's the right drive?

- Ask the subject before you negotiate.

Don't make this more
complicated than it has to be.

The deal needs to go down tonight.

When it's done, bring
the drive to the office.

Check our normal channel for the details.

(soft music)

(Nate chuckling)

(soft music)

(door rattling)

- I don't know, Coop, he just
said he wasn't feeling good

and wanted me to come over, okay?

Yeah, I just got home.

How about I cook you
something before you get home?

All right, I'll see you soon.

(Terry's shouting muffled)

- Sh. Sh sh sh.

No screaming.

No.

Don't fight me either.

Now I'm gonna take my
hands away from your mouth,

but only if you promise not to scream.

I need to ask you a question, okay?

- Okay.

- Where is he?

- Who the fuck are you? Do
you know who the fuck I am?

- We could do this the
easy way or the hard way.

It's up to you, honey.

Now I'm gonna ask you one
more time. Where is he?

- Who?

- Cooper.

- Why the fuck do you want him?

- Not too smart, are
you? I ask the questions.

Do you understand that?

Where is he?

- Went out to get cigarettes.
He'll be back soon.

- That's a good girl.

(crickets chirping)

(keys jingling)

(door rattling)

(keys jingling)

- Babe?

Terry?

Great.

Not even home.

(Cooper exhaling)

Are you fucking kidding me?

(phone ringing)

Terry?

Terry?

Shit.

Don't please, okay?

- Where's the flash drive?

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

- I don't have time for games, Cooper.

(gun clicking)

Don't be a hero.

Just give me the flash
drive and I'll be on my way.

- Okay, just relax, Jesus.

- Uh-uh-uh.

Don't do anything stupid.

- You want the flash drive?

It's in the fucking drawer, man.

- Nice and slow.

Put it on the counter.

Take a step back.

- Look, just take it and go, okay?

Whoa, hey.

- Goodbye, Cooper.

- What the fuck?

(gun firing)

(Terry screaming)

(Terry crying)

(dramatic music)

- (cries) No.

(Terry crying)

Fuck you!

Fuck you.

My dad, my dad's gonna kill you

and your whole fucking family!

(dramatic music)

(dramatic crescendo)

(soft piano music)

- Hi.
- Hi.

- You mind if I join you?

- Ooh, I thought you'd never ask.

(Nate chuckling)

- Do you ever regret
leavingthe military?

- Not for a second.

- Are you happy?

- You and Dommie are the best things

that's ever happened to me.

Are you happy with me?

- I am.

- Dad, Dad, Dad!

- Dominique Lorenza Nucci,
leave your father alone.

It's his day off.

- It's okay, Abby. Come here, you.

What are you doing up so early, huh?

- It's not early. It's
already nine o'clock.

- Oh, nine o'clock, hm.

Day's almost halfway over then.

- I'm sorry, honey.

I tried to hold her
off as long as I could.

- [Nate] No, it's okay.

- You said we could go to the zoo today.

- Mm, I said that? When did I say that?

- Dad.

- Okay, okay.

Of course we're going to the zoo today.

We're gonna go see the
lions and the tigers.

- And the bears.

- Oh my.
- Oh my.

- I'm not sure you guys are gonna

have time to go to the zoo.

Did you forget about your
cousin's birthday party?

- He's not my cousin.

- Dominique, you promised Joey
you would go to this party.

He's gonna be expecting you there.

- Hey, kiddo, why don't you go downstairs,

watch some TV, huh?

I'll get ready.

- Okay.

- What?

(soft music)

- You know that I don't like Vito, right?

- I know, but we grew up together,

and you know how close I am with Dottie.

- I don't have a problem with Dottie.

But Vito? He's connected
to some really bad people.

I don't like you and Dommie
being exposed to that.

- I know. It's just a kid's
birthday party, though.

What do you think is gonna happen?

- You have no idea what
these people are capable of.

(exhales) You know what? I don't like it.

I'm coming with you.

- No, honestly, enjoy your day off.

Look, we'll go, we'll say hi to everyone,

we'll drop off the gift
and then we'll leave.

An hour tops. Okay?

- What about the zoo?

- You can go this afternoon.

We'll be back by like one o'clock.

(Nate exhaling)

- Fine.

But I really want to start
putting some distance

between us and Vito, you understand?

- Okay.

- I just want you and Dommie
to be safe. That's all.

- I know.

I love you.

(soft music)

- I love you too.

(soft music)

(birds singing)

- Hey, Vito.

- Abigail, what are you doing here?

- Um, we're here for
Joey's birthday party.

Oh, okay.

- Didn't Dottie tell you? We
had to postpone the party.

- No, Dottie did not tell me.

Um, where is she? Is everything okay?

- [Vito] Look, I don't
really have time to explain.

I need you guys to leave right now.

- Um, okay. Just tell Dottie ...

- Hey ya, Vito. Good to see you.

- [Vito] Guys, listen.

- No, you listen.

What the fuck is this?

- Nobody, she's just a friend.
They were just leaving.

- Mommy, what's happening?

- Nothing, honey. Vito,
we are going to go.

- You aint going nowhere, honey.

- Manny, come on, she's
just a friend. She's nobody.

- Shut the fuck up.

- [Man] We do not have all day.

- You had a good time talking to the feds?

- I don't know what the
fuck you're talking about.

- See, I think you know
exactly what I'm talking about.

(gun clicking)

- I'm still your fucking captain.

- Not anymore you're not.

(gun firing)

(both screaming)

- Dommie, run!

Run, run!

Dommie.

- Daddy, please.

- [Man] Amascia quella puttana!

- [Abby] No please!

(gun firing)

(doorbell ringing)

- What the fuck happened to your face?

- Dottie, what are you doing here?

- I need to talk to you about
something. Can I come in?

- Yeah, sure.

- Thank you.

Ah.

(Dottie exhaling)

So what the fuck happened to your face?

- It's been a long week. What is it?

(Dottie exhaling)

- I don't know where to start.

- Does this have anything
to do with Abby and Dommie?

(soft piano music)

- I know who killed them.

(soft piano music)

It was Manny.

- How do you know this?

- It's a long, complicated story.

I was ...

I was having an affair with Manny.

And, one night we were drinking,

doing blow and

I let it slip that

Vito was talking to the feds.

- Wait a minute, wait a
minute, wait a minute.

Are you telling me that you wanted

your husband to get killed?

- No. It wasn't intentional.

Like I said, it just slipped out.

- It slipped out?

How the hell does something
like that slip out?

- Look, Nate, there's
a lot you don't know.

And I'm not getting
into details right now.

When I heard that Abby and Dom
showed up for the party ...

- Why now?

Why didn't you tell me something sooner?

- Because.

Manny told me he'd kill me and Joey

if I said anything about it.

(soft piano music)

You know, he said he would
take care of me and my son,

and that hasn't happened.

- This is fucking unbelievable.

So now what?

Now you're trying to get
back at him? Is that it?

You're no better than any one of them.

Why the fuck should I believe you?

- No, I'm not trying to get back at him.

Look, Nate, you can
believe whatever you want

about me, but Abby was my best friend.

I feel horrible about what
happened to her. She doe ...

She didn't deserve that.

(soft piano music)

(Nate sighing)

- Was Manny alone?

- No, he was with someone else,
but he didn't tell me who.

- Where can I find him?

- Nate, you can't.

Trust me.

- Where can I find him?

- One of the reasons I
didn't say anything sooner

is exactly this.

Okay, Manny is untouchable.

Whatever you're thinking, you can't do it.

- I don't give a shit what you think,

and you are in no position to lecture me.

Now tell me what I need to know.

(soft piano music)

- He works outta that warehouse on Girard.

On the second floor.

- How many people are there with him?

- When he works late, he's usually alone.

- Usually?

- Yeah, as far as I know.

From what he tells me.

- So when is he there late,
and how late is he there?

- Thursdays and

I'm not sure, sometimes he's
there till 10, sometimes later.

(soft piano music)

(Nate exhaling)

- You better be telling
me the truth about this.

(soft piano music)

- I'm so sorry, Nate.

I didn't mean for this to happen.

- You think I give a fuck.

He just stood there, and was like

show me that mouth too (laughs).

(banging)

Hang on, I think some kids
snuck into the warehouse again.

Oh, who's there?

Fucking kids.

Anyway, did you send me that shit yet?

All right, talk to you later.

(banging)

Let me call you back. All right.

You little motherfuckers are
really starting to piss me off.

What the?

- You're pissed off? You
don't know what pissed off is.

(punch thudding)

(chair scraping)

(Manny moaning)

- Settle down.

Settle down!

We're just gonna have a
conversation. That's it.

(tape ripping)

- Who the fuck are you?

- Don't worry about who I am.

I have a question for you.

Do you know a man named Vito?

- You don't know who the fuck
you're talking to, do you?

- I know exactly who you
are, Manny. Do you know Vito?

- Fuck you!

- Yeah, that's what I
thought you were gonna say.

(punch striking)

(Manny coughing)

(Manny spitting)

Try again? Do you know Vito?

- Who wants to know?

- Yeah, okay.

(punch striking)

(Manny coughing)

You gonna answer my question?

(Manny spitting)

Do you know Vito?

- Fuck you!

- Okay, all right, here we go.

(punches striking)

We're gonna have some
fun tonight, huh, Manny?

Do you know Vito?

- Yeah, I know Vito!

- Did you kill him?

- Fuck you!

- Yeah, okay.

(Manny coughing)

Look at me.

Did you kill Vito?

- Yes, I fucking' killed Vito (coughs)!

What did you fucking know
him or something (coughs)?

- Was there a woman and
a child there that day?

- Go fuck yourself!

- You're a dickless,
worthless piece of shit.

You killed a woman and a child.

They had nothing to do with Vito.

- I didn't fucking touch the
woman and child. I told you!

- Who was with you?

- Fuck you!

- Who was with you!

- Fucking Freddie Pisani
offed the woman and child!

I didn't fucking touch them!

[Freddie] Amascia quella puttana!

(gun firing)

- When I tell you to do something, do it.

- but... The boss--

- I'm you're fucking boss right now.

Now clean up the bodies.

Falcon's not gonna be too
happy if he finds out

we clipped a woman and a kid.

- Yeah, maybe not.

But you didn't stop it, either, did you?

(dramatic music)

You killed my wife and my daughter.

- Falcon's gonna string you up and fucking

cut your balls off, you fucking prick!

- That's not gonna change
what happens to you.

(gun firing)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic crescendo)

(phone buzzing)

(phone buzzing)

(soft piano music)

(phone buzzing)

(phone buzzing)

- Yeah. What do you want?

It's my day off today.

- [Freddie] There's no
such thing as days off

in this business, my friend.

I have a contract. It's
ready for your attention.

Get it negotiated and
then stop by the office

with the flash drive you were supposed

to bring the other night.

(soft music)

(upbeat dramatic music)

(soft music)

(light clicking)

- What the fuck's going on?

- Drop the gun.

(ice tinkling)

- Not so fast, Nate.

(gun clicking)

- Come on, you know the drill.

On your knees, hands behind your head.

You know how this goes.

Get comfortable, we're
gonna be here for a while.

(ice rattling)

I gotta deal with idiots on a daily basis.

A semi-daily basis.

It really gives me the red ass

when someone can't follow
a simple direction.

Is this the gun you used?

What am I asking? Of course
it's the gun you used.

This is your gun of choice, right.

Tool of your trade.

No.

That's too easy.

(gun clicking)

(bullet clattering)

You had a simple job.

You just couldn't follow directions.

(bullets clattering)

Now.

What am I gonna do about that?

You better answer me.

Freddie, give me your gun.

(punch thudding)

I know this part.

I know this part, okay.

This is the part where you go
what are you talking about?

I got no idea what you're talking about.

But I think you know exactly
what I'm talking about, Nate.

Your orders were to eliminate Cooper

and recover a flash drive.

Now where in those orders

did you hear anything about a girl?

(punch striking)

- I'd start talking if I were you, Nate.

(Nate groaning)

- That girl was my daughter.

I'm gonna save this one for you, okay?

(gun clicking)

I'm gonna take my time.

I am gonna enjoy this.

By the time I'm done with you,

you're gonna beg me for that bullet.

(dramatic music)

Now stand up.

(dramatic music)

(punches striking)

Stand up!

Get up!

(Nate groaning)

(dramatic music)

(kicks and punches striking)

Stay back!

Stay outta the way.

(dramatic music)

Do that again, tough guy.

(Nate groaning)

(punches striking)

Guess you aint the toughest
guy in the room anymore.

That's gotta be a bitter pill to swallow.

Come on, get up. I'm not done yet.

Come on, Freddie. Get him up.

- Some big, tough, fucking commando, huh?

Look at you. You're fucking pathetic.

Finish him off, Boss?

(Nate groaning)

(dramatic music)

- Come on.

Come on.

Come on!

(knees thudding)

(both groaning)

(both screaming)

(punch thudding)

- Hit me like that again, tough guy.

(dramatic music)

(punch thudding)

Nothing, you got nothing.

(punch thudding)

You hit like a broad.

(punches thudding)

Typical wee moltobolle

(Nate screaming)

Now I'm done.

(Nate groaning)

My little girl.

That was my little girl,
and you took her from me.

You took her from me, and
I'm gonna send you to hell.

I'm gonna send you to hell!

I'm gonna send you to hell!

I'll see you in hell, you son of a bitch!

(Falco groaning)

(soft music)

- Are you guys playing superheroes?

- Yeah, and I'm winning.

- Yeah, because it's two against one.

- Is that your favorite superhero?

- No, Daddy is.

He can beat anyone.

- [Abby] Aw.

(both groaning)

(Nate screaming)

(dramatic music)

(both groaning)

(dramatic music)

(punch striking)

(dramatic music)

(punches thudding)

(Nate groaning)

(punches striking)

- You killed my daughter!
What did they do to you?

What did they do to you?

What did they do to you, huh?

They had nothing to do with Vito.

You fucking piece of shit.

(dramatic music)

Tell him.

Tell him what you've done!

Tell him!

Tell him what you did
when you killed Vito!

- We clipped a woman and a kid.

- No, you killed my wife and
daughter, you motherfucker.

(punch thudding)

- We didn't have a choice.
She saw my face!

I couldn't let anything lead back to you.

I did it for you, Uncle Falco!

(gun firing)

(soft music)

- No, no, no, no. No!

That was mine!

You took that from me, too.

- I had no idea.

- You had no idea?

- I had no idea.

I had no idea.

(soft music)

- You ordered the fucking hit.

- I ordered a hit on Vito.

On Vito, not on a woman, not on some kid.

You know I wouldn't do that, Nate.

You know I wouldn't do that.

- You're a fucking murderer, Falco.

- What the fuck do you
think you are (laughs)?

Some upstanding citizen?

Some hero?

You killed an innocent girl

who didn't have nothing
to do with nothing.

That's on you.

- An eye for an eye. Huh?

Isn't that your fucking motto?

(gun clicking)

This one is for you.

(dramatic music)

(gun clicking)

(Nate crying)

(dramatic music)

- Go ahead. You already took everything.

I ain't got nothing left.

Just do it. It's okay.

(dramatic music)

- You know what? You're right.

It's too easy.

You live with it, like I do.

(dramatic music)

(Nate spitting)

Fucking piece of shit.

(dramatic music)

(Falco crying)

(Falco screaming)

(Falco weeping)

(soft music)

- Hey, Dommie. Take care
of Mommy for me, huh?

(Nate sighing)

It's over, Abby.

I got them.

I got them all.

(soft music)

Hey, bro, what are you doing here?

- Nicki told me you came
to see the wife and kid.

- No, I mean, I thought
you went back to Florida.

- I, uh, had some things to
take care of before I left.

- Okay.

You know what? Why don't
you follow me, huh?

Take you to lunch. Catch up.

- Nooch?

(dramatic music)

I'm sorry.

(silenced gun firing)

(dramatic music)

(bullets rattling)

(dramatic music)

It's done.

(dramatic music)

(soft music)

(dramatic music)

(Nate gasping)

(upbeat rock music)

♪ Built to be a hero, never fall apart ♪

♪ Now I'm barely human
with a broken heart ♪

♪ Like a skeleton I try
to bury in my past ♪

♪ I should've known our hearts ♪

♪ In life were never built to last ♪

♪ Tired of making friends with shadows ♪

♪ I had to sell my soul to the devil ♪

♪ Nobody else ♪

♪ Nobody knows me now ♪

♪ Now I'm seeing ghosts in the mirror ♪

♪ Hard to run away out of fear ♪

♪ Nobody else ♪

♪ I don't even know me now ♪

♪ Don't even me now ♪

(indistinct singing)

♪ So let me dig my own grave ♪

♪ I really disappointed everyone else ♪

♪ And I got nothing left to lose ♪

♪ Don't recognize a
soul, not even myself ♪

♪ Don't look familiar (indistinct) ♪

♪ I hear them screaming
in the back of my head ♪

♪ They told me everyone you
ever loved wishes you dead ♪

♪ Goodbye ♪

♪ There's a part of me
that wants to be free ♪

♪ But now I'm being
buried with the memories ♪

(indistinct singing)

♪ Some soldiers can't be saved ♪

♪ So let me dig my own grave ♪

(upbeat music)