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Frank: Pecos, Texas,
back in the '70s --

Me and the fellas
would meet up after school

and play cops and robbers.

They would all fight
to play the police officers.

No one wanted to be a criminal
except me.

I loved it,
because in my family,

being a crook
was a point of pride.

As far
as my daddy was concerned,

breaking the law
was a badge of honor.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Guns cock ]

[ Exhales sharply ]
Sure you up for this, son?

Daddy, I'm good to go.

Am I really the one you should
be concerned about right now?

Sliger, you all right?

This is the best part --
watching them.

[ Chuckles ]

Where'd you find
this psycho?

[ Shotgun cocks ]

Man: Yes, this is
the one I spoke of.

You can see right here...

[ Doorbell chimes ]
On your knees, pee-paw!

Away from the alarms,
everybody!

Keep your hands
nice and high!

That's it!

Hurry, son!
Let's go! Let's go!

I'm on it, Pop.

Easy.

Sliger: Oh.

Ohh, what do we have here?

[ Keypad beeps ]
It's armed.
Let's go.

[ Whimpering ]

Shh.
There, there, don't cry.

Leave her alone.
Take -- Aah!

Aah!

It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.

-Cash.
-Look at all this.

Don't be scared.
Don't be scared.
[ Crying ]

[ Laughs ]

[ Sobbing ]
It's okay.

[ Pistol cocks ]
Drop it!

[ Grunts ]

I should've
let him kill you!

Come on!
We got to move!

Go! Go!

[ Rock music plays ]

Hey, Kyle.

Come on in.

You and Frank
live together?

Me live here?

[ Laughs ]
Please.

Okay, 'cause I was
about to say

this is so not you...

yet so very Frank.
[ Lock clicks ]

Oh, well, we're having
a little slumber party

while the floors in my condo
are being refinished.

Speaking of, it's sweet of you
to give up your day off

to help Frank
with his home repairs.

Home repairs?

Frank sent a text saying
our day off was canceled

because we had to work
on a case.

That's right, trainee.

We have to work
on a case of cervezas

while fixing the hole
en el techo de mi casa.

What the hell happened?

[ Chuckling ] Oh, well...
[ Laughs ]

it's -- it's kind of
a funny story.

About four months ago,
this house was a heroin factory.

Afternoon, ladies.
-Let's see your hands!

Frank: We were here
serving a trafficking warrant

when the deed holder...
[ Shotgun cocks ]

tried to give me both barrels
of her sawed-off.

I knocked the said sawed-off
up in the air,

and that crazy gal turned
her ceiling into a sunroof.

You literally
moved into a crime scene?

To get this view of downtown,
hell yes, I did.

Right after the bust,
I bribed a guy

down at the seized-property
police auction

and got this place
for a crackhead discount.

[ Cellphone rings ]

It's Detective Val Chavez.

Hit "ignore" for me, babe.
Val knows it's my day off.
[ Cellphone beeps ]

Yeah, mine, too.

Goodbye, Frank.
I'm not your damn handyman.

Wait, hold on now.

[ Cellphone rings ]
Val.

Again, "ignore."

[ Cellphone beeps ]
You're looking at this
all wrong, Kyle.

No, you're not my handyman,
but you are my trainee.

So think of me as Mr. Miyagi,
and you're Daniel-san.

I'm gonna show you
how to wax on, wax off my roof

so you can get
your skills up

and kick ass
in the big karate tournament

at the end of the movie.

See?
This is for your benefit.

[ Cellphone rings ]

If that's Val,
don't answer it.
[ Cellphone beeps ]

Hey, Val.

Why, yes,
he's right here.

[ Sighs ]

[ Siren wails ]
Thank you, Mr. Reo.

If you could just wait
over there.

[ Police radio chatter,
camera shutter clicking ]

Hey, Frank.
-Don't, "Hey, Frank," me.

I know I'm a dinosaur,

but we got to bridge
this generation gap.

Rule one -- Unless it's
an absolute emergency,

never ever call me in
on the most sacred of holy days,

my God-given day off.

Amen.
Hey, don't get your chonies
in a bunch, Francesca.

It wasn't my call.

You see that guy there?

Name's Mike Reo.

He's the proprietor
of this shop,

and when he's not peddling
overpriced rocks,

he's playing golf
with his local city councilman.

That's who wants you working
on your day off, not me.

Fine.
Take us through the robbery.

Three suspects --

Two blow the safe
in the back

while the third covers
the front.

Gets a little handsy with
that clerk over there, Michelle.

But the idiot pulls off
his glove to do it

and reveals a tattoo
on his left hand --

black widow spider.

I'll run it
through the database.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

So, the guard decides
to go for his backup.

Suspect two comes out.

Bang --
The guard dies instantly.

Frank: [ Sighs ]

This has a Southeast stamp
on it.

Guard was a cop?

Gus Ochoa --
30 years on the job.

Spoke with his wife.

Said he went stir crazy
in retirement.

He only took the guard job
so he could protect and serve.

Didn't even need the money.

Kyle: Survived three decades
working in Watts

only to be gunned down
in a Westwood jewelry store.

What a waste.

"Waste"?

He was a south-end gunfighter
who died in a gunfight.

Hell, I'll take
a blaze of glory

over bed sores
in a nursing home any day.

I'd say Gus went out
the way he wanted to.

[ Train whistle blows
in distance ]

* On a warm summer's eve

* On a train bound for nowhere

* I met up with a gambler

* We were both too tired to
sleep *

* So we took turns a-starin'
Sam: Frank.

* Out the window
at the darkness *
Your daddy home?

Daddy.

Ranger's asking for you.

Afternoon, Sam.

You thirsty?
No, no.

I'm on duty, Emmet.

Home repairs, huh?

Yeah.
Roof sprung a leak.

Truth is, I don't mind
a few raindrops

falling on my head,

but a child needs
proper covering.

You hear about this rash
of armed robberies...

going around downtown?
-Whew!

You talking
about the stickup man

Pecos Police
can't seem to catch?

Sam: Yeah, well,
they don't have to.

The Texas Rangers
are on the case now.

Just a matter of time
before that jackeroo

wins free room and board
at the Huntsville Penitentiary.

I'm a two-time graduate of that
fine correctional institution.

One more stay,
and I'll earn my PhD.

Well, here's the deal --

So far, no one's been hurt --
praise God --

so if this stickup man
retires,

I mean for good,

I'd be willing
to let bygones be bygones

for old time's sake.

You ain't gone soft
on me, Sam.

Well, maybe
I'm being amenable

because this bandit
might be a widower

trying to raise
a young boy.

A fine young man
needs proper covering.

You know, Emmet, they say that
pride is the sin of all sins,

and I must confess
to a certain pride

bringing bad men to justice,

but, uh,
there'd be no joy

in shipping a good boy
off to foster care.

Not if there's
another way.

You know what, Sam?

I got a feeling
you ain't gonna have

any more troubles
from that bandit.

I sure hope so.

Well, best of luck
mending your roof.

Mm.

[ Dog barks in distance ]

[ Engine starts ]

You really gonna stop
pulling robberies?

[ Chuckles ]

[ Laughs ]

Daddy,
if you go back to Huntsville,

what happens to me?

Ain't nobody gonna put me
back in a cage.

So if that self-righteous
son of a bitch

ever tries to take me down,
well, Frank,

I'll send him home

to that savior
he's so fond of.

Kyle:
[ Echoing ] Frank?

Frank.
-Hey. Still with us?

-What?
-Everything all right?

A member of the family
is dead on the floor,

so you tell me
if everything's all right.

Hope you brought
your ass-kicking shoes, trainee.

You're gonna need them.

**

[ Siren wails,
police radio chatter ]

What do you got, ladies?

There's only one lady here,

and she's got pretty blue eyes
and a beard.

Oh, so you like
my baby blues?

Frank: I'm pressing
the "pause" button

on this little after-school
special of yours.

We got a retired cop
in the morgue.

Now, where are we?

We I.D.'d the suspects using
their silicone-mask M.O.

Matched it to a series
of hold-ups across the U.S.

Came back to two cowboys
out of Oklahoma,

Henry Hollister
and his 17-year-old son, Bobby.

Only no one's been able to make
a case stick against these guys.

They're smart --
never leave evidence,

never stay in the same town
more than a week.

And they're unplugged
completely --

no cellphones,
no e-mails,

no credit cards,
no bank account.

Like they stepped
out of a time machine.

So, who's the third guy?

No idea.
Feels local, though.

This was
their first major heist.

Looks like up to now

it's just been liquor stores
and supermarkets.

My guess is
Henry brought in local talent

to act as training wheels
for his son.

Bet he's
regretting that now.

See there?

Henry wouldn't let his son
take the kill shot.

Henry's paternal instincts
kicked in.

He's protecting his boy.

Henry knows
taking a life changes you.

No man wants that
for his son.

Henry: Hmm.
[ Whistles ]

Rule number one -- Come out
richer than you were going in.

[ Door opens, closes ]

Rule number two --
Don't forget rule number one.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Train whistle blows
in distance ]

What? You still pissed
about offing the old man?

He went for his burner.
You had to put him down.

Only because you weren't
about your business in there.

But guess what, Sliger --
You're out.

Divvy up the loot here
and part company.

Fine. Fine.

But then again...
[ Pistols cock ]

jewels always split better
one way than they do three.

Mister, take that gun
off my daddy.

Bobby, do not pull
that trigger.
Listen to him, kid.

Come on, even if you score
a head shot,

there's probably still
enough juice left in here

to send one last message
to my finger.

Boom.

Sliger, do me a favor.

[ Jewels jingle ]

Tonight, have yourself
a real fine time.

I mean it, man.

Go full Charlie Sheen.

'Cause tomorrow morning...

you're dead.

[ Laughs ]

Well, we're nice
and screwed now, Pop.

This is all we got.

He's re-watched that
like a dozen times.

What's wrong with him?
-Not a damn thing.

He's scouting out
the other team.
Just getting
in their heads.

But seriously,

what the hell's wrong
with Frank?

-Find something?
-Bobby's a good kid.

Not the ice-cold operator
his dad is.

Look how he reacts
when his father kills the guard.

[ Keyboard clicks ]

Yeah.

That kid
still has a chance.

How could you possibly
know that?

Aren't you supposed
to be trying to identify

the suspect
with the black widow tattoo?

I already did.

How'd you do it that fast?

Haven't you figured it out yet?
I'm good.

[ Keyboard clacks ]

Pored through photos
of tattoos from parolees.

Found several
with black widow tats

on left hands, but only one
with a rap sheet

filled with high-end,
armed robberies.

[ Keyboard clacks ]
Name's Leon Sliger.

Just got off
with his parole officer.

She says he hasn't
checked in for weeks,

and his current address
and cellphone are bogus.

Did the parole officer give you
anything we can check him with?

Only that Sliger
never uses his real name,

always an alias --

Luther Kelly Jr.

Okay, I'll cross-reference
Sliger's alias

with motels,
flophouses, snitches.

It might take some time,
but if he's using it,

I'll ferret him out.

Fire off a flare
when you do.

We'll be at my place
fixing the roof.

Right, Kyle?
-[ Sighs ]

Sure,
I'll meet you there.

Only I might be
a little late,

so go ahead
and get started without me.
Frank: Really?

Just gonna leave me
with a hole in my house?

And I hope it rains.

He's getting
a little too cocky.
I know.

I like that.

What?

What's wrong with you?

High cholesterol,
anger issues,

excessive drinking,

probably a personality disorder
or two.

Come on, something's up.
Talk to me.

You know what would help?

If you gave me a hand
fixing my roof.
[ Chuckles ]

Hire a contractor,
you cheap ass.

Mrs. Craig:
Mmm, I am good.

This étouffée is
on point.

Hey, come on.

No work
at the supper table.

I know this is your house,

but when I come over to cook,
it's my rules.

Yes, ma'am.

[ Sighs ]

Are these
your father's old files?

Water Street,
Boyle Heights...

Kyle, please, you can't
look into this any further.

Why, Ma?
What do you know?

I know that whatever that is,
it killed your father.

And I see you.
You're acting just like him --

up all night,
looking for breadcrumbs.

And then, by morning,
you're out doing God knows what

with that damn Frank Rourke.
-I know.

I know, you don't like
me working with Frank.

I get it.

Food's on the table.

Thanks, Mom.

Frank's not as bad
as you think.

[ Sighs ]

Your father told me
where Frank comes from...

who he comes from.

He's got evil
in his blood, Kyle.

You don't believe me,
do your research.

Look it up for yourself.

[ Tense music plays ]

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

Hey.

Come to bed, Frank.
It's late.

Ah.

Is this your father?

[ Sighs ]

And look at you.

Wow, what a cutie.

How old?

13.

How come you've never shown me
these before?

Because I don't like
to live in the past.

You know, you never talk
about your dad...

your family.

Why?
Why?

Why?

I'll tell you why.
[ Laughs ]

'Cause there are a lot of nooses
on my family tree.

Rourke men
have a long history

of being crooks,
cheats, liars, thieves.

My daddy was no exception.

That must've been hard
growing up.
[ Chuckles ]

Folks called him a disgrace
on account he brought me up

in the family business.

Only what none
of the good people

of Pecos, Texas,
understood

was that my daddy did it
out of love.

He was raising
his boy to survive

the only way
he knew how.

Emmet: [ Echoing ]
Come on, let's go!

[ Dog barking in distance ]

Hand me my tools.

-You sure about this?
-Of course.

Just some quick cash
to tide us over,

and then we'll pack up,
head to the gulf,
do some fishing.

Don't that sound good?

Let me pull
this robbery with you.

I won't let you down, Daddy.
I can do it.

Oh, I know.

You're the best
crime partner I ever had.

Your time will come.

But as for today,
I need you to stay in the car

while I go and do
what I do best, all right?

One more thing, son --

Once we get there,
don't you blink,

'cause I'll be back in...

Two shakes
of a lamb's tail.
...two shakes
of a lamb's tail.

[ Engine starts ]

[ Horn honks ]

I hate Burbank.

Too many amphetamine-snorting
yipsters

running late
for Bikram yoga.

It's like
a damn demolition derby.

So, what am I doing here?

Tracked Sliger's alias.
He checked in last night.

Considering
this is your case,

thought you might want
to be present for the takedown.

He's in room number 9.

Ladies, shall we?

-Ugh.
-Let's go.

[ Motorhead's
"Shoot You In the Back" plays ]

[ Pounding on door ]

Henry!
No, please.
[ Pistol cocks ]

-Drop the gun!
-Down on the ground!

One in the window!

* They're all fools

* To live by the rules

* The rider wearing black

Henry: Go! Go!

* He's gonna shoot you
in the back, go! *

[ Engine revs ]

**

For the last time, Sliger,

where's Henry
and Bobby Hollister?

Cram it, moon doggy.

Pull the blinds, Tommy.

We'll get him to talk
the old-fashioned way.

[ Grunts ]

Hands off my client, Detective,
or I'll have you up on charges!

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

My bad, Counselor.

I tripped.

-Who are you?
-Your ace in the hole.

Name's Roy Styles,

your court-appointed
public defender.

Don't worry -- I'll have you
out of here in time

for a happy-hour lap dance
at Crazy Girls --

two for one.

I demand a post-haste hearing
to determine the legality

of the search warrant which led
to Mr. Styles' wrongful arrest.

Not so fast.

So we meet again,
Mr. Styles.

Who the hell is he?

Assistant District Attorney
Ronny Cochrane,

cousin of you know who,
may he rest in peace.

He has a perfect
conviction record.

This is bad.
-It is?

The good news is I don't care
about your client, Styles.

I want Bobby
and Henry Hollister.

The bad news
is I'm cutting you loose.

Wait, uh,
why is that bad news?

You're a tethered goat,
Sliger.

We're gonna stake you out there
in plain sight, sit back,

and wait for Henry
to try to kill you again.

Using my client
as -- as bait?

That's outrageous.
My God, you're animals.

He'll never make it out alive.
-Not my problem.

Have a nice day.
-Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Do something, damn it!
-M-Mr. Cochrane.

How about we make a deal?

My client admits his guilt

and gives up everything he knows
about the Hollisters...

I'm listening.

...in exchange
for full immunity.

You hear me, Mr. Cochrane?

We want
a get-out-of-jail-free card.

Fine, Mr. Styles.

[Sighs] Man, you're
the best mouthpiece I ever had.

[ Laughs ]
-Not so fast, Sliger.

First, you got to sing
for your supper.

Tell us where we can find
Henry and Bobby.

[ Sighs ]

I got no idea.
I swear.

But I do know they have
another score lined up,

and it's going down tonight.

-Where?
-Well, we had our little

falling out before he gave up
the details.

All I know
is that Henry said

we had to hit
that jewelry store first,

and only then could we pull
the second score tonight.

Almost, I don't know, like
one was the key to the other.

Hold up -- You're saying
the jewelry store's connected

to the second heist?

Thanks for all your help.

Got to admit,
it was nice working

with law enforcement
for once.

Oh, well, good.

Then you won't mind hanging out
for the next 15 to 20.

Let's go, Sliger.

If we hurry,
you'll make it to county

before they run out
of their famous

cheese-like-substance
sandwiches.
[ Handcuffs click ]

What the hell?
What -- I've got immunity.

Frank: Sorry, homey.
You just got okeydoked.

Didn't he,
Mr. Cochrane?

He sure did,
Mr. Styles.

Don't give us
the hairy eyeball.

We're surprised
you fell for it.

I almost feel bad
for the guy.

-Yeah, right.
-Hey, check this out.

I found a discrepancy

with the merchandise recovered
from the heist.

12 hand-crafted,
diamond-encrusted poker chips.

That jewelry store owner
made no mention of those

on his inventory.

[Scoffs] Got to be worth
2 G's each easy.

No way that guy just forgot
to report losing this much ice.

Son of a bitch.

I just might have an idea
what's going on.

Thanks for coming in,
Mr. Reo.

How you holding up?

Not well.

I can't get Officer Ochoa
out of my head.

His blood's smeared
all into the carpet.

Gus deserved better.

Cheer up.
It's not all bad news.

Look, we got your jewels
and your money back, and...

even your handcrafted
poker chips.

I...

I've never
seen those before.

Sure? Here.

Frank:
Take a closer look.

Look familiar now?
-[ Grunts ]

Do you have any idea
who I am?

The people I know?

You three are done.

I'm gonna have
your jobs.

Mr. Reo.

If these chips
have anything to do

with Officer Ochoa's murder
and you stay silent,

then his blood
is gonna be on more

than just
your nice carpet.

It's gonna be
on your hands.

[ Breathing shakily ]

Let us help you.

Why did you leave these chips
off of your inventory?

They're part of a monthly order
for a special client,

one who pays extra
to keep his name off the books,

the kind who'd skin my hide
for shoes

if he thought
I was even talking to you.

This insignia's familiar,

but I need you
to confirm it for me.

Who did you make these for?

Who's the special client?

Jacques De Leon.

Jacques De Leon,

A.K.A. Jacques the Ripper --

Worst kind of predator.

Skewers victims
for the smallest offenses.

Uses knives, axes --

anything
with a razor-sharp edge.

Runs an underground
poker game.

Different location
every week.

Jacques hands out these chips
to his rich criminal friends

to be used
as single-person entry passes

to these poker matches.

A lot of cash
at those games.

That's got to be
Henry's second heist.

But Henry and Bobby
must've called the heist off.

I mean, they don't have
any of these 12 poker chips.

12 poker chips?

No -- 13.

Jacques always orders
a baker's dozen.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

So, even if they have
that 13th chip,

it means only one of them can
get into Jacques' poker game.

Tough odds,
even for a cowboy like Henry.

So, will Henry walk away
or take down the score?

Henry and Bobby.

You always talk about
apprehending Henry
but never Bobby,

as if he's some innocent
bystander in all this.

No.
He's just a kid.

[ Somber music plays ]

Like you were?

[ Scoffs ]

I see someone's been Googling
old newspaper articles.

We're not hunting
your father.

You realize that,
right, Frank?

Sorry to disappoint, trainee,
but that comparison's

about as smart
as farting in a space suit.
Fine.

But you once told me
a good cop uses

their own experience
to outwit perps,

so tell me this --

What would your father do
if you were in Henry's shoes,

skip town
and make a run for it

or stay back and risk it all
to rob that poker game?

My daddy? Shoot.

My daddy would never leave cash
on the table.

Woman: I think something's
going on in the pawn shop.

-All right.
-Be careful.

Now, Emmet, we can go ahead
and close each other's eyes,

or you and me
can just talk.

I know that's you
under there.

Come on, Emmet.

Let's talk.

Worst part
of my line of work.

[ Sighs ]
Masks are so damned hot.

This doesn't have
to end badly.

Well, sure it does, Sam.

'Cause I ain't
never going back.
[ Door closes ]

[ Pistol cocks ]
No!

[ Gunshot ]
[ Grunts ]

Daddy?

[ Echoing ] Daddy?

[ Somber music plays ]

[ Rock music plays ]

Now, if I'm right...
[ blows ]

and I'm always right,

Henry and Bobby are
gonna try to take down
Jacques' game tonight.

Well, then, we need
to get there first,

pop those cowboys
when they show up.

So, where's Jacques' game?

How the hell
am I supposed to know?

Aren't you
on a first-name basis

with every lowlife, degenerate
criminal in the country?

Well, yeah.

With Jacques the Ripper,
I'm persona non grata.

Remember the lady who put a hole
in her roof -- now my roof?

Not even a kiss first?

Frank: It just so happens,
at the time,

she was dating
Jacques the Ripper.

Well, that's just great.
Relax, rookie.

There are other ways
to locate the poker game.

Wouldn't Jacques
need to launder the proceeds

from his casino night?

We all know there's only one
person he'd have clean his cash.

Who?

[ Cher's
"Hell on Wheels" plays ]
* Follow you *

* Follow you *

* Follow you *
[ Laughs ]

* Ohh *

* Let's roll

* Hell on wheels, let's roll

* Come on and roll with me

Welcome to
38th Parallel Garments, Inc.,

K-Town's very own DMZ

smack dab in the middle
of the neighborhood.

* Let's rock
See the guy on skates,

looks like he ate
Olivia Newton-John for dinner?

* Let's rock
[ Laughs ]
That's Tiny Tim.

He's a money launderer?
* I want to rock it
with you *

He's sure as hell
no singer.

* I want
to set you free *

* Yeah

* Look ou--
[ Laughs ]

Hey, Frank.
What's up?

Tiny Tim, disco's bad enough
without you weighing in.

Cop, please,
disco is forever,

and Cher is a god.

Now, what do you want?

We need to talk.

Roll with me.

Frank, you're, like, my favorite
morally ambiguous cop,

but no way I'd narc
on Jacques the Ripper.

I understand
you're afraid, Tiny.

The question now is
who are you more afraid of,

Jacques the Ripper
or Roscoe the Executioner.

Who's
Roscoe the Executioner?

[ Laughs ]
What's with all the hostility?

Relax.

Now, where's
the poker game?
[ Pistol cocks ]

* MacArthur's Park
is melting in the dark *

* All the sweet
green ic--

Do you hear
how bad you sound?

Last chance
to boogie, oogie, oogie.

Where's Jacques' game?

I just told you.

MacArthur Park.

You might want to be
more specific.

All I know
is that Jacques said

the game would wrap up
around 3:00

and that it'd
only take them 10 minutes

for them
to bring over the cash

because they were close by
in MacArthur Park.

[ Pistol clicks ]

This is it.

Hey, m-maybe I should
take point on this one.

And why would I do that?

What are you trying to say,
Kyle, huh?

That when it comes
to trigger time, I
won't pull on Henry,

I'll be too busy
humming the chorus

to "Cat's in the Cradle,"
longing for one last game

of catch with Dad
and my aim won't be true?

All I'm saying is that --
Trainee, if you learn
anything riding next to me,

let it be this --

Never question if I'll take down
a target in my sights.

I kill
because it's my nature to.

[ Sighs ]

An ambulance
is on its way, Ranger.

All right.

Ain't no need for that,
now, is there?

[ Breathes shallowly ]

[ Coughs ]

[ Somber music plays ]

You go be
with your daddy now.

[ Voice breaking ]
This is all my fault, Daddy.

No, no.
You did good.

You rushed in
at the first sign of trouble.

That's how
us Rourke men do it.

Look at me, Frank.

This is the part
where I'm supposed to say,

"Son, don't follow
in my footsteps,"

only I just can't do that.

Your great-grandfather,
he robbed trains.

Your granddaddy
took down banks.

And your daddy...

Well, you know
what your daddy did.

And he don't regret
one damn day of it.

But here's the rub --

It always ends like this.

Rourke men never die
of old age.

Quit crying.

Don't shed no tears.
There you go.

Get mean.

If you remember
anything I ever taught you,

remember that.

[ Sighs ]

One more thing --

Don't you blink,
'cause I'll be back in...

Two shakes
of a lamb's tail.
...two shakes...

[ Grunts ]

Kyle: [ Echoing ]
Frank? Frank?

With me there, Frank?

Keep your eyes
on a swivel.

They're out here.
I can feel it.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Doorbell buzzes ]

Yeah?

What do you want?

Follow me.

Sir, I need to inspect
your buy-in.

[ Metal detector warbling ]

[ Metal detector squeaks ]

What do you got
in your pants?

You hitting on me,
mister?

Kidding.
Here, let me show you.

Hell's all this?

[ People screaming ]

Ladies and gentlemen,
it is time to stand and deliver!

Your money or your life?

That's it.

[ People scream ]

Who else wants to go all in?
You?

Fill her up, hoss.

Don't have to be neat, buddy.
Throw it in there.

Double time.
[ Zipper clicks ]

Gracias.

Well, you must be Jacques.

And you must be a dead man
hitting my spot like this.

Wait, what's that
on your nose?

[Grunts] Aah!
Blood.
[ People shout ]

Have a nice evening, folks.

[ Explosion, people scream ]

That's Bobby.
Here we go.

[ Dramatic music continues ]

[ Door closes ]

-Hey.
-Nice work, Pop.

Here you go, buddy.
I'm gonna secure the door.
All right.

[ Glass shatters ]

Bobby?

Bobby, look out!

[ Grunts ]
Aah!

Evening, Henry.
[ Pistols cock ]

Well...

I guess this is what they call
a Mexican standoff.

Now, the way I see it,

we can go ahead
and close each other's eyes,

or...

you and me can just talk.

Frank,
what are you doing?

How about it, Henry?

Let's talk.

Henry, you don't have
to die here.

Considering
your pistol's at your side,

I reckon you'll be the one
in the bone orchard come Sunday.

Sure, you can kill me,
but, see, the guy at my 6:00?

You got him?
In my sights
ready to execute.

That's Kyle Craig,
former U.S. Marine.

Could shoot a pimento
out of an olive at 25 yards.

He'll have no trouble
making your funeral

a closed-casket service.

But you'll be dead
right along with me, lawman.

I'm fine with that --

blaze of glory,
killed in the line --

only what about your son?

He'll be convicted
of those robberies,

plus do time for the killing
of that jewelry-store guard

and the slaying of a cop.

That is,
if you pull that trigger.
So what?

You gonna offer me
a reduced sentence?

I know
you can't make deals.

You don't have
the power.

No, but I have my word,
and I'm giving it to you.

Surrender now.

I'll cash in some IOUs
at the D.A.'s office.

You'll get
life without parole.

Bobby will be out in 10.
Don't do it, Pop.

Henry, that's
your only son behind me,

your final mark
on this world.

And right here, right now,
you've got one last chance

to give him
something to build on.

Please,
give Bobby a better life.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

You look me
in the eye, lawman.

Are you
a man of your word?

It's the only good thing
I got left.

[ Grunts ]

Pop! Pop!

Hey, Rourke!

[ Knife clatters ]

Pop!

Henry: [ Grunting ]

Don't worry.
I'll keep my word.

Kyle, let the kid come
to his father.

[ Gasping ]

[ Voice breaking ]
Pop. Pop.

-Bobby.
-Come on, g-get up.

[ Somber music plays ]

[ Sobs ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

Uh, give us a moment.

Glad you're
still here, Ranger.

-Is that a fact?
-Yep.

'Cause I want you
to know something.

You're a dead man.

Not today,

but sooner or later,
I'm gonna kill you.

No, you're not.

Let me tell you
what you are gonna do.

You're gonna do
exactly as I say,

so pay real close attention,
kid.

[ Echoing ] 'Cause I'm only
gonna speak this once.

So, what's all this about --

you hooking up Jesse James Jr.
with a reduced sentence?

This is my case, Frank.
That's my call.

You know I got juice at
the D.A.'s office, too, right?

And I'll wager a bottle
of whatever moonshine

you put yourself
to sleep with every night

that my contact
outranks yours.

Well, first off,
moonshine comes in jugs,

not bottles,
and second, go ahead.

Be a complete prick
and trump my play...

-[ Scoffs ]
-...or shake my hand and say,

"Frank, thanks for calling up
on my case."

Choice is yours.

-[ Chuckles ]
-Next time, check with me first.

I hope he's worth it.

Hey, guys,
give me a sec, will you?

What do you want?

For you to do exactly
what I say,

so pay
close attention, kid,

'cause I'm
only speaking this once.

You're about to be sent
into a den of hyenas,

where most men come out
feral beasts

stripped of their humanity,
but not you.

Do your time with your head down
and your mouth shut.

Don't join a gang.
Don't hustle on the side.

Swear to that,
and I'll shepherd you through.

Why would you do that
for me?

'Cause we're both
our father's sons.

But that doesn't
have to define us --

not you and not me.

Good luck, Bobby.

Sun's gonna be up soon.

We should probably head
over to your house then.

Why?

[ Mid-tempo music plays,
hammer pounding ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Both sigh ]

Well, you don't suck,
trainee.

I help you fix your house,

and that's the nicest thing
you can say?

I'm not talking
about your roofing skills.

Truth is, as a carpenter,
you're crap.
[ Chuckles ]

But being a cop,
you don't suck.

I've been meaning
to ask you a question.

I uncovered your old
foster-care records.

Said your foster father
was Sam O'Keefe,

the Texas Ranger who took you
and your father down.

Waiting
for a question, Kyle.

Seems like
you got all the answers.

What was that like,

being raised by the cop
who killed your old man?

That was a long time ago.

It's all a blur now.

Sam still around?

Nope.
Killed in the line of duty.

Sorry.

Go out
in a blaze of glory?

Damn straight he did.

Just like your old man.

To Ranger Sam O'Keefe.

To Detective Billy Craig.

[ Bottles clink ]

[ Siren wails in distance ]

**