All language subtitles for Dog Eat Dog 2016

You think that your
five-foot-four kindergarten
teacher is gonna--

who is, uh, I don't know, 62,
is gonna pull out her ak-47?

Well, not every single person
has to be armed and use a gun,

but the more people
that have them

makes the world a safer place.

So that's a heck
of a long barrel.

Let me ask you somethin', okay?

Just in the world and life,

what do you need
a barrel that long for?

Man: Great question.

How 'bout it's two o'clock
in the morning

and some methed-out lunatic is
trying to break into your house

to rape and murder your kids?

What do you do then?

Presenter: You ever read
the second amendment?

What does it say, really?

- In a well-regulated militia.

You in a militia?

Hey, Vladimir putin may
come here, take off his shirt,

- and they have to do something.

Hannah:
Hey, Melissa, what's going on?

I thought we were
doing homework together.

I've got some serious issues
with this cupcake experiment...

Presenter: This gun is more
powerful. What if he's 50 yards
down the pike?

Hit you in the back?

Or a half a mile or a mile
with a para...

Man on TV: The reason why
police officers have guns...

Is he gonna come in the house
with this gun?

Is he gonna come in the house
with this gun?

Is he gonna come in the house
with this gun?

Is he gonna come in the house
with this gun?

Is he gonna come in the house
with this gun?

Is he gonna come in the house
with this gun?

Fuck! Fuck!

Hello?

Man: Yes, may I speak to
John aloysius mccain

of 550 maple Avenue, please?

I'm sorry, sir,
but I'm on disability and
i can't give you any money.

Man: Oh, that's okay, sir.
We're not looking
for any donations.

I just wanna
get to know you somewhat.

- F or instance...

...what do you do for a living,
Mr. mccain?

I... I gut fish.

Hannah:
These cupcakes are killing me.

I am totally not able to get
the cupcake experiment on.

I work in a cannery and I got
a special knife to gut fish.

Man: Well, that is interesting.

Hannah: It's like bird
cupcake factory time.

Listen, can I call you back
in a minute?

Man on phone:
No, sir, we can't do that.
I just am surprised is all.

Wait, what?

Man: I just didn't know people
still had that job of
guttin' fish anymore.

I didn't know they still had the
job of callin' people at dinner

and buggin' the shit out
of 'em, motherfucker!

I...

Presenter: People at the job,
they go off the deep end.

And then what happens?

Whether they're ten years old
or 50 years old,

they reach for that--

-take these.
-Oh, thanks for the help.

Oh, shit!
You scared me.

Why, am I scary?

Sheila: I told you,
you cannot stay here.

Listen, my car's at the chevron,
the alternator's fucked,

it's gonna take 'em
overnight to fix it.

I gotta crash here tonight.

-No.
-Mad dog: Oh, come on, Sheila.

I got nowhere else to go.

I just gotta sleep here,
and in the morning pick it up,

and that's it,
and then I'm outta here.

With my fuckin' chevron card?
No, uh-uh, give it back.

Oh, come on, Sheila.

I'll make some
fuckin' short ribs.

Come on, baby.
We'll have a nice night.

One last night.

It's not gonna kill ya.

Hey, love birds,
did my friend, Hannah, call here

asking about the homework
assignment with the cupcakes?

Mad dog: I have no idea.

She did, and you heard her,
didn't you?

And you just erased it.

I didn't hear nothin'
about no cupcakes!

Just go upstairs
and call Hannah, honey.

So obnoxious!

Mad dog:
We'll have a nice night.

We're gonna eat them short ribs.

And then I'm gonna
eat your Booty, baby.

Don't be nasty.

Go get cleaned up,
I'll cook dinner,
but this is it, okay?

Tonight is the end.

Okay, scout's honor.

Get the fuck in here!
Get the fuck in here!

Get the fuck in here now!

What the fuck
do I use my computer for?

Huh?
I do three things.

Do my spreadsheets for church.

I do my taxes.
And I answer emails.

You know what I don't
use my computer for?

This.

Uh-huh, you're gettin'
the fuck out now!

-I got nowhere to go.
-Sheila: That's not my problem.

I got a suitcase full of guns.
What am I gonna fuckin' do?

Carjack some old guy like
some nigger from the projects?

Not my problem!
Give me my chevron card back.

Give me my chevron
card back now!

I can't do that, Sheila.

Get the fuck out,
you fuckin' loser!

Pervert!
You drug addict fuckin' pervert!

I've got a daughter
in the house!

You're a fuckin' loser!

-Get the fuck out!
-Hey, Sheila.

You feel like you got problems?

Your problems
are over now, Sheila.

What? No!

No, please, get away! Stop!

No, no, no!

No, no, please, don't hurt me!
Stop, don't hurt me!

Don't hurt me!
Stop!

Hannah: Okay,
as far as I'm concerned,

we are never going
to collaborate

on making a really cool, really
original cupcakes ever again.

Troy: There was me, Troy.

There was mad dog.

And there was diesel.

See, people pretty much can't
stand mad dog,

and I get it, I do.

But what you gotta
understand is,

I know this guy
in a very particular way.

Well?

I barely knew mad dog,

but he knew my parole was coming
up and he took this fall for me.

He just did it, like that.

And so, somebody like that?
You owe a lifetime.

Mad dog: Oh, mama.

No, seriously, the smoke.

And you know what?

It worked.

Felt like these huge arms,
felt like your mom

givin' you the biggest hug ever.

Oh, man, the way
i slept that night.

I got news for ya, dog.

Havin' somebody blow
smoke in your mouth is like...

Troy:
Diesel is just a guy, you know.

I learned a lot from him.

I didn't go outta my way
to fuck with people,

which is more than
I can say for diesel.

Look, I'm just sayin',
this guy's a problem.

Been a long-time problem.

Troy: For a guy who comes out
with felony strikes,

a loan collection group
is not a bad job.

Not a great job,
but diesel dug it.

Man: Help.

Troy: You have to understand,
diesel is a big lug nut
looking dude,

but he's very bright.

In another universe,
this guy could've been

a lawyer from Stanford
or something.

Unfortunately,
we're not in that universe.

There's always something
they use.

Your parole officer,
your counseling.

Photographer: Say cheese.

Troy: This asshole cop I knew
planted 28 grams of coke on me.

An ounce, not a lot,
but it was packaged for sale,

which is the part
that fucks you.

Bail is denied.

Troy: Mom's had a double
mastectomy and was
on her way out when...

-- That was that.

-- We all had our stints.

Once you were in, stayin' out
is all but impossible.

And so, with the drug
beef piled up

on top of the attempted
violent escape,

it was a five to 15 year hit.

We all did our piece
at different times,

and I was the last to come out,

so these chaps decided to throw
me a welcome home party.

You know what's funny in there?

What you know that's out here
and what you don't know,

like Facebook, come on.

We were fuckin' Facebook friends
before there was a Facebook.

But the red fucking jeans
that hug the element's leg,

I had no clue.

Get the fuck outta my business.

Should I take care
of this guy for you?

Diesel: Where are you goin'?

I'm gonna kill
this fucker right now!

--I'm gonna fuckin' kill him!

Stop that!

We're in this together.

We go through that door
together, we come out together,

and anything other than that,
you're a piece of shit.

You just fuckin' got out, man.

Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

It's all cool, brother.

-Didn't mean anything.
-Mad dog: Tight, tight, tight.

I'm so lost.

Just move with the music, man.

I... I knew all them
little rappers,

you know, them little
teen rappers and chicas.

The niggers in there would
go off about 'em, right?

Little Romeo
and little this and that, right?

But I didn't know
who Taylor swift was.

Who the fuck is she?

I never heard
of that bitch ever.

\the fuck do you know, man?

You didn't even know
we invaded Egypt.

-Iraq.
-Same fuckin' thing.

Goddamn right I didn't.

I didn't even fuckin' know
where it was.

Still don't.

I gotta tell ya, man.
I appreciate the threads.

Diesel: Well, shit,
I'm not gonna have
you comin' out here

lookin' like Johnny Joe.

-What time are we meetin' Joey?
-Not for, like, two hours.

And we're close.

Yo, Madeline.

That French whore
i was tellin' ya about,

just got off the chain.

Hey, I'm Madeline.

You mind if I grab a
red bull bloody
before we go up?

Oh, god, that's sounds horrible.

No, seriously,
that just sounds disgusting.

Why don't you just
get a regular bloody

and you can fall asleep on me.
I can take it.

-Not be the first time.
-No, it would not.

Have 'em send it upstairs.
Let's go.

What's that say?

It's time to grate it
in the grinder.

Madeleine: So, you been
out of town for a long time?

Pretty long.

That's nice.

You're actually really
fuckin' hot, you know?

Well, you're a pretty
cute kid yourself.

It's gonna be 1,500.

Oh, yeah, they
took care of that.

No, they didn't.

I'm very sure they did.

Dude, go down,
go ask the manager.

I promise you, they didn't.

Troy: Once you've had money,

you're never 100 percent sure
who your friends are.

When I was away, there was
always money on the outside

for mad dog and diesel if,
you know,

his mom needed an eye operation,
shit like that.

They always knew it was there,

and god bless their
little hearts, right?

But it colors shit a bit.

It was my job to take care
of the crew.

I had the connections
to get everybody paid,

so I rejoined reality by
going to meet an
old buddy from Marion.

El grecco, the Greek.

Never understood why
people called him that,

but this guy had the contacts
and the inside info

to make dreams come true.

Grecco the Greek:
Good to see ya again.

Here, count it.

Come on, man, I don't need to.

-What is it?
-It's $5,000.

You can pay me back later.
You don't even have to thank me.

Just don't go wastin' it
on those other fools.

-So what's the gig?
-The gig?

Uh, it's a friend of mine.
Armenian dude.

Former friend, actually.

Used to be a deputy da
prosecuting drug cases.

So he got sick of
watching himself go poor

while his clients went rich,
so he switched sides,

buys himself a big ole house
in brantlow,

got a little puss on the side.

He's a squirrely guy,
but now he has a problem.

He needs some money
the wife don't know about.

So, get this, he's setting up
his former clients for rip-offs.

You'd like him,
he's your kind of guy, Troy.

Who is the client?

Grecco the Greek:
That'd be a monkey
out of east Cleveland,

- calls himself moon man.

They used to call him
balloon head till he
got so much money

that now they
just call him guard.

He likes to play the fool.

He says to my friend,
the Armenian, he says,
"hey, Mr. cracker."

He talks like that,
says, "Mr. cracker,

if you're so smart
and I'm so dumb,

why I got $5,000,000
and you workin' for me?"

He buys himself a house
up in rocky river.

Big ole gaudy thing,
and it needs renovatin'.

You know that part of Cleveland?

Troy:
Dude, I know all of c-town,
better than anybody.

He's got a 300-pound fool
he calls a bouncer.

He likes to drive
a beamer seven.

But not in the hood.

So he's got four, five
little junker cars.

You know, switch 'em one place,
one or the other,

-you know how they do that.
-Troy: Oh, yeah.

But, this is where you come in,

he don't keep anything
worth shit up at the
rocky river house,

so you gotta find
where he keeps his stash.

Get us some cop uniforms?

Grecco:
I can help with that, yeah.

-Gonna need three.
-So who you got?

-You got diesel...
-Yeah, and I've got...

No, no!

Not-- not-- not mad dog.

No, no, really? Shit!

Bro, he loves me.

Like the old fudge puncher said,
a man kills the thing he loves.

You keep him away from me.

Those paranoid types
make me scared.

Troy: These hood rats, man.

I think they've been
watchin' too much

black entertainment television
or somethin'.

'Cause they all have these
little things they do.

Like they saw in a gangster
rap video or some shit.

Like fuck you, who gives a shit?

So I guess we just stake
out his house, right?

You know,
just park nearby and...

Just sweat it out, right?

That's all ya can do,
'cause what are ya gonna do?

That's him.

-Diesel: Are you serious?
-Troy: That's the guy.

Mad dog:
There goes the suspension.

Chris don't do shit
but lay around all day,

eatin' fuckin' fingers,
watchin' that housewives shit.

Man, when we first started out
she had a gorgeous body.

-You remember that?
-Mm-hmm.

Man, it was thick but
it was like Beyonc� thick,

where there's a shape to it.

Now she just got this
big ol' fat ass.

She always bustin' my balls
whenever I'm out with the bitch.

I mean, 90 percent of the time,
the shit be about business.

This is the type of business

where you're gonna
meet a bitch like that.

Bitch can never be
proud of me either.

Hey, man, I could
win a goddamn grammy,

and she would act like
it ain't shit, man.

What the fuck is--

same shit, man.

Couple of pigs wanna
roust a nigga.

-We clean, though, right?
-'Cept for the piece.

All right, cool, cool.
Just turn right here.

Make sure you keep
your hands up, all right?

Now they be scared,
but they be dangerous.

You never wanna give a cop
the opportunity

to shoot a nigga, all right?

They got a license to
kill brothers nowadays.

Driver's license.

Sir, do you have some ID?

Me? Nah, I ain't got no ID.

Supreme court say I don't
need to carry none around.

Sir, can I see your ID?

Moon man: You're not listening.
Said I ain't got that.

I ain't-- I don't really
supposed to have one, but...

Here.

I ain't sweatin' it,
don't even sweat it, man.

This is bullshit. Yeah.

Run these through r and I.

Yeah, man, see about Evie.
Get off her fat ass
for a minute.

We gotta figure this shit out,
though.

Damn sure.

-Step out of the car, please.
-Moon man: What?

Diesel:
Please, step outta the car.

Woman:
Why don't you leave them alone?

What for?

Step outta the car,
face the car,

put your hands
behind your head.

What's all this for, man?

Face the car,
put your hands behind your head.

I ain't even did nothin', man.

Well, computer says you
have some outstanding
traffic warrants.

Oh, that's bullshit!

Hey, hey, call Evie, man,
tell her to come bail me
out this motherfucker.

Hey, old rich nigga. You done
shoulda paid your tickets!

Shut your old ass up.

All right, shut the fuck up
and get in the car.

Evie can't do nothin'
for you now, man.

Show's over.

Moon man: Hey, man.

What the fuck is this, man?

This ain't the way
to the substation.

Hey, man, where the fuck we at?

--Fuck!

What the fuck are you doin'?

Listen to all the bitch
comin' out of him at once.

Troy: We're goin' to that
stash of yours.

You ain't even gotta
snitch nobody out.

We're gonna walk
you up to the door,

and you're gonna tell the dude
to open up.

If he opens up, cool.

If not, I'm gonna blow
your backbone outta
your belly, period.

You copy?

Look, man, I don't know what--
oh, fuck!

Motherfucker, you got blood
on my versace!

-Troy: Oh, yeah, I feel you.
-Goddamn it!

Both: Versace.

Let me-- let me clean you up.

Now listen!

You can always get more coke
and more money,

but you've only got one life,

so don't think you can
fake me out on this

because I will kill you.

Let's get this done.

Diesel:
Get the fuck outta the car.

Get the fuck out.

Moon man: Hey,
this ain't my trap house, man.

Troy: Lower your voice,
you know it is. Keep walkin'.

Moon man:
Y'all see this shit, right?

Troy: Shut up.

-Tell him to open up.
-Woman on street: Hey!

Moon man: Hey, dude, it's me.
Open the door.

Troy: Tell him we won't bust him
if he opens up.

He ain't gonna
believe that shit.

Troy: Just humor me,
tell him anyway.

Moon man: He said he wasn't
gonna bust you if
you open the door.

Deuce: What the fuck did you
bring them by here
for then, nigga?

Motherfucker,
i didn't bring 'em here,

they already knew
where we was at.

-Hey, deuce.
-Deuce: What?

We're gonna let you go if you
don't make us blow a hole
in this door.

-Don't go doin' that now.
-Woman: He's talkin' shit, man.

- Let the brother go!

Better get him to open up.

Come on, deuce, man,
open the fuckin' door!

Fuck!

All right, man, but y'all better
not be on no bullshit.

-In you go, good to go.
-Troy: Come on, dis, door!

Do you want my badge?
Get behind this shit.

Fuck, man!

Man 1: Hey, bro, look at this.

-Man 1: This ain't no cop car.
-Man 2: Fuck, no, it ain't.

Fuck.

-Dog!
-Diesel: Fuck is so funny?

-Dog.
-Huh?

Don't kill anybody
unless you have to.

-Right.
-Diesel: What the fuck

-are you laughin' at?
-Oh, y'all in trouble, man.

Oh, yeah?

Freeze on that.

Diesel: You're dead, motherf...

-Get movin'!
-Get up, bro!

-What did I say?
-Where is it?

It's upstairs!
I said it was upstairs!

-Let me waste a couple.
-Don't!

-You tryin' to fake me out?
-No, I promise!

I'm not fuckin' you around.

-So you're not lying?
-I'm not fuckin' lying.

-You're not lying?
-No!

-Troy: What I'd say?
-No.

Troy: Tryin' to
fake me out on this?

-Moon man: No!
-Dis, dis, dis! Check it out.

Check it out.

-Mad dog: That it?
-The fuck?

Where's the fuckin' money?

I see the blow,
where's the money?

Moon man: Ain't no money.

Troy: I said, where's the money?

Look,
you'll have to kill this nigga

'cause there ain't no
motherfuckin' money here,
and that's that, fuck!

Let's kill this lyin'
cocksucker!

Moon man: Motherfucker!

Some asshole's
got a gun out there.

Get down on the floor,
face down, face down.

Turn out the light.

-Moon man: Motherfucker.
-Troy: You ready?

-Go!
-Mad dog: Go.

Fuck you!

Get the fuck outta here,
that's right!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

So I asked for $10,000,
we settled at nine.

I spent $300 to get us broads,

and I got you--
i got you a little extra...

Yeah!

Ha!

All: Moon man!

Troy: All right, guys,
let's meet tomorrow afternoon,

two o'clock, kosar's.

Try to show up,
even if you're fucked up,

so I know you're not dead.

Blackjack.

Diesel: Hey.

Woman: Hey.

Diesel:
This fuckin' dude's a cock.

-Which dude?
-Diesel: Over there.

I really like my scotch neat,

and this fuckin' bozo insists
that I take it on the rocks.

Why is that?

Because the management
has determined

that when people drink
drinks without ice,

they become drunk too quickly.

So I kind of laugh at this.

And he poisons my drink with his
two fat fucking ice cubes.

Well, that's interesting.

Diesel: Check it out.

That's the spa menu.

You can have the body
rejuvenation for 180 bucks.

"Rhythmic hydrobath
plus neck massage."

"Creamy body scrub with
hand-dredged organic sea salts."

-Man: Thank you.
-There he is again.

Push those ice cubes
in his face.

Yeah?

Yeah, show that fucker
you mean business.

Yeah?

That wouldn't be a good choice.

For me.

You're a big dude, ain't ya?

Go ahead.

Damn, dude.

You're fuckin' made of rock.

Wanna bounce?

Yeah.

Diesel: Let's do this.

Have you ever been to nice?

-No, what's that?
-Troy: It's in France.

It's a beach town.

I guess you could call it like--
like a resort spot.

Let's get some jams up in here.

Yeah, my mom and dad
took me there when
i was a little kid.

Woman: Oh, shit.

Yeah, I didn't go anywhere
when I was a kid.

Actually, my mom and dad took me
to Niagara Falls once.

It's the most incredible thing
because when you're flying in,

it's like this blue sky,
and then the water's so blue.

Bluer than your eyes blue.

And the two reflect each other
and bounce off the
white of the plane.

I wanna go back there.

I'll be, uh, makin' some money
in the next couple of months.

Did you wanna go there with me?

Mm, maybe.

We'll stay in a bed
and breakfast, get up,
have coffee and a cigarette.

You know,
you're a real cutie-patootie.

Thanks.

Just a cutie-patootie.

You were sayin'. You got that
classic movie star look

like Marlene Dietrich.

I could be your bogart,
you can be my Dietrich.

You like those classic
movie stars from the '30s,

like cagney, bogart, Edward g?

-I like those guys.
-Woman: Uh-huh, me, too.

Okay, so if you want me
to go downtown,

it's an extra 300 bucks.

But I'll make it
worth your while,

'cause I know how
to do it right.

-Can I just ask you one thing?
-Woman: Sure.

Would you be interested
in going to nice with me,

maybe get away from all this
for a little while?

Yeah, where is nice again?

In fucking France.

Yeah, I don't know, uh,

I still gotta get
my head shots taken,

and then there's this guy,
Robert.

Oh, the gay guy I was
telling you about,

he's my roommate,
and when he gets back,

he's gonna help me
edit my album.

So, sorry, baby, but...

How about some extra tlc
for $300?

Have you ever heard of a
gemstone called
black tourmaline?

-No.
-Troy: It's very beautiful.

It's a pitch-black gemstone
and it casts negative
energy away.

Why you have to make
such problem of it, huh?

Just relax, let it come.

Mad dog: I know that.

I know how to make myself cum.

-Woman: Just go easy.
-I know.

This take forever.

I know.

The fuck?

Get the fuck outta here, go on!
Get the fuck outta here!

Go on, get the fuck out before
i paint the wall with ya!

- Get out!

You like this guy?

Diesel: I don't know him.

I'm gonna get some cashews
outta the meat locker in here.

Diesel: Hey, go right ahead.

Throw me one of
the snickers bars while
you're down there.

Empty calories.

Diesel: Yeah.

-It's been a while.
-Mm, almonds.

Diesel: You know it takes 1.1
gallons of water to
grown an almond?

Fuckin' crazy.

So you don't know Elliott Smith?

Diesel: No.

He had a bunch of knife wounds
to the heart.

They said it was self-inflicted,
but I never believed it.

Yeah, that don't add up.

Why do you say?

Well, it's not impossible.

It's just if you wanna die,

you're gonna sit there and
hack away at your chest?

No, you're gonna take a gun.

If you're afraid of that,
you eat a bunch of pills

or do a fat shot of heroin.

Yeah, exactly.
Plus his girlfriend was a bitch

and she envied him
'cause he was, like,

the only acoustic guy who
penetrated the Seattle scene.

And this was the time with
nirvana and Alice in chains
and whatnot.

So what kind of music you like?

I don't.

Don't like any?

No.

I was around a lot of rap music
for a while.

I think it made me
hate all music, period.

Hmm.

So, like...

Where do you like to go?

Diesel: What do you mean?

I mean, I'm just saying,
you said you don't
really like Cleveland,

so, like, where do you
like to go hang out

where you, like, have fun?

I don't hang out to have fun.

All right, I mean, like...

What are your friends like?

Yeah, I don't have
fuckin' friends. I mean,
what the fuck is this?

What?

The 20 fuckin' questions.

-I mean, you know what's up.
-Excuse me?

You know, I mean...

You knew I was in prison.

Uh, no, you didn't tell me that.

Yeah, but you fuckin' knew
from when we were in the bar.

And I said it'd be
a bad move for me to hit
the fuckin' bartender.

I said, "it would be
a bad choice for me."

And you had this
fuckin' look in your eye like,

"yeah, I know what the fuck
you're talkin' about, dude."

No, I didn't,
i don't know what the fuck
you're talking about.

- The motherfuck you don't!

Fuck!

Hey, hey, wait a minute,
hold up, hold up.

-Jill.
-I gotta go.

-Jill, Jill.
-I gotta go.

Look, look, look,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Please take your hand off of me.

All right, hey.

Look, I'm just upset.

I'm on edge,
I've been gone for long.

People always ask me,
"do you know this,
do you know that?"

The truth of the fuckin'
matter is I don't know
fuckin' anything.

I been locked up in a fuckin'
garbage can for years.

No, i-- I understand that,
i get that.

Look, look, look,
i don't wanna seem crazy.

No, I didn't say you were crazy.

Listen, please.

I'm not a violent person.

No, I understand that, I know.
I just--

I don't feel safe right now.

And I don't feel safe
and I have to leave now.

Diesel:
Let's do this again real soon.

Well, hey, I enjoyed the shit
out of certain things.

I wanna just honestly express
my gratitude to you, Troy,

for hookin' this little
adventure up.

Oh, boy, the butterin'
up's underway

to hit you up to loan him some
money to buy somethin', Troy.

Mad dog:
I'm just sayin' I'm thankful.

I bought that girl a
black tourmaline bracelet,

and now that shit's on ebay.

Mad dog:
I told ya not to fall in love.

A fucking plus.

I'm gonna get us some
real work, gents.

We need a big job,
a grown-up job.

-Diesel: Let's do that.
-All right.

You know what I fuckin' love?
Check it out.

You cats not freakin'
out about this?

I been out longer than
you guys and I'm still
freakin' out about it.

-Troy: What? What is it?
-Mad dog: Carpeting.

You know how much bare feet,

if you had that privilege
in your cell,

and they didn't notice
you wasn't wearing
your shower flip-flops

in your downtime,

all you felt was that
cold concrete with boogers
and jizz on it.

This is like...
Dig it, man. Come on, man.

This is sweet. This is like...

Like... soft, shaved pussy.

You have been
locked up a long time.

You know what I mean.

Nah, I'll get us
a real good gig.

I'll get us such a good gig,
take your tits off!

So lemme ask you something.

Do you think I look like
Humphrey bogart?

Chepe: No.

Well, you see, that's
interesting, because
I'm a big film buff.

Bogart was the best, the king.

When I was in the joint,
there was a movie producer

who was in there with me,
and i-- I says to him,

I says, "do you think
i look like Humphrey bogart?"

And he says, "well, yeah,
ya do, but a stretched-out
version of him."

That's a fantastic story.
So where are your boys?

I don't bring 'em
to stuff like this.

-No?
-Nah,

they just know
what they need to know.

Okay.

Shall we order a bottle of wine?

Grecco: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
That sounds good.

Troy: So, grecco tells me
you're a heavy guy.

I'm not referring
to your weight.

I mean that, apparently,
you are a gentleman

of some power and influence.

Yeah, well, I try my best.
It is a shitty economy
out there,

so we all gotta work overtime
all the time.

I heard that.

Right.
What's good?

-Oh, they have--
-Troy: Get the rare steak

with the cottage fries,
that's the only thing.

-You do the honors?
-Grecco: Yeah.

So this guy, Mike Brennan,
this creep,

this deadbeat
that owes me a lot of money,

the way I see it,
he is so fucked up,

he ain't never gonna be able
to get it back on his own.

So he needs some incentivizing
to go out, to get up.

Grecco: A real scumbag.

Yeah, he's one of those
fuck-you-come-and-get-it guys.

Probably all hopped up on blow,
the way he's actin'.

So the bottom line is,
chepe has been patient.

Yes, I have.
Time's up.

I need to get four mil from him.

-Okay.
-Chepe: Good.

He's got a one-year-old
out in the heights.

I need you to snatch him.

Troy: Kidnapping.
I don't dig the sound of this.

Plus, there hasn't been an
unsolved kidnapping-for-ransom

in the United States
in a long time.

I mean, granted,
this was different,

'cause ain't nobody
gonna report this one.

Okay, so how would this work?

T'll work because I guarantee
you a half a million,

plus half of whatever
Brennan pays, if he pays at all.

I don't know, man, nabbin' a kid
is a dangerous business.

People don't look
too kindly on it.

All right, take it easy.

I ain't into abusin' children,
you dig?

Kid's still a baby,
he ain't ever gonna know.

If he was four or somethin',
I'd never be doin' that.

He wouldn't do that.

Chepe:
Ain't nobody gonna be home.

Just the girlfriend,
the nanny, and the baby.

Grecco:
It'll go quick, Troy.

Look, what if I give you 500,000
plus a $250,000 bump?

Hey, man, you keep throwin'
around numbers
like 500,000 here,

250,000 there,

pretty soon, we'll be
talkin' about real money.

-Real money.
-Real money.

You a wine connoisseur,
Mr. chepe?

Oh, yes, of course.

Let's try a burgundy, man,
it brings out...

Troy: Dog!

You know I'm down for whatever.

Dog!
Come on, let's grab him.

Dog, dog.

Not to be rude, but can you
give the old man a break?

It's important.

Mad dog: I'll be back.

You can do a couple of those.
I'll be back.

-Diesel: Fall in love?
-Mad dog: Sure enough.

Mad dog: She really gets
me going, I tell ya.

She's somethin',
but I can't really
figure out what she is.

-I mean--
-diesel: She looks puerto rican.

Mad dog: Well, she doesn't taste
puerto rican, I'll tell ya,

she's somethin' else, man.

I don't know, she said somethin'
like she's an Indian,

or somethin' like that,
you know.

All right,
this is the game plan.

The way I see it,
we can keep doin' this
nickel and dime shit,

maybe get away with a bit of it,

then eventually get
caught or clipped.

I don't see that your number
don't come up forever.

Or grecco has a big job for us,
as in $750,000.

-Ooh.
-Shit!

-It's a fucking baby-napping.
-That don't sound too good.

It's not,
and I'm not sayin' it is.

But my feeling is,
where we stand right now,

the small job thing
isn't gonna cut it.

I'm talking $500,000
with a $250,000 kicker,

so that's $250,000
for each of us.

Now we can do this,

and my vote is that
we should do this

because this is no kind of life.

Fuck no, 100 percent not.

I mean, if it came down to it,
i would literally eat a gun

before the cops
would pinch me again.

I'm tellin' ya, I can't do it.

I got two strikes.

Troy:
Well, we all have two strikes

so I think we are agreed
that that cannot happen.

-Diesel: Absolutely.
-I think we all understand

that there's no way
we're gonna get a foot

in the straight world
without some serious dough

with which to start
businesses with,

and we aren't gonna get that
by being some $10-an-hour monkey

in a job we got from
our probation officer

or an outreach program

-or what have you.
-Aw, shit,

you can't live off that shit.

- So this seems to be the play.

But I just wanna say this,

and I'm not tryin'
to be melodramatic.

I am looking out for you.

I want us all to agree,
with this particular gig,

there are only two options.

Option one is total victory,

and that is what
i am planning on.

But, failing that...

We are gonna go down.

We are not going to get clipped,

and one guy gives up the other--
no.

It's gotta be samurai style.

Jackie chan.

No, what he's sayin' is,

if we get in a spot where
we're gonna get pinched,

we go down together.

Yo.

Troy: What?

What?

Fuckin' thing that
you always hear about.

Where there's a gig, and there's
a lot of money at the end,

you run away to Hawaii.

That shit never, ever works out.
Does it?

I think it does sometimes.

You just don't know about it
'cause they run off to Hawaii

and you don't ever
hear from 'em again.

Why is that funny?

Diesel, I understand
what you're saying,

but we've painted
ourselves into a corner,

and now, we have to
paint ourselves out.

It's death or victory,

and it pretty goddamn well
better be victory.

A lot of people
are gonna be really pissed.

It's gonna be a victory.

Diesel:
That's a fuckin' house there.

How much you think that's worth?

Mad dog: Oh, five, ten million?

Nah.

Diesel: You should know,
you come from money, huh, Troy?

Troy: That was a long time ago.

It's me, doll, I'm back.

No, Mike Brennan.

No, no, I'm goin'
back to my house.

No, meet up there,
it's much more boring.

Yeah, it's my baby mama,
I'm gonna surprise her.

Yeah, she's been bringin'
her boyfriend over to the house.

How 'bout I just send you
a cellphone video

of me beatin' his fuckin' ass?

Okay, mamita, you like that?

Okay, I love you, sweetheart.

Diesel: You know, none of these
wall street motherfuckers

have been to prison.

But I know a guy,
my wife's cousin--

oh, that guy with the fucking
donut tire thing?

-Diesel: A fuckin' joke.
-This is so fucked up. Listen.

Dude stole this spare
donut tire off the back
of some dude's Jeep...

-Got--
-life.

Life without the possibility
of parole.

Mad dog: That's fucked up, man.

How's the gas?

-Why?
-Mad dog: We good?

Ya ready?

Yeah, I'm ready.
I'm always ready.

You guys are so fucked.

Troy: Bad dog!

- No!
-Shut the fuck up.

- Stay still, think about it all.

Can you shut this baby up?

No, you know how.

Where's the thing you put
in the fucking baby's mouth?

-What's it called?
-Uh, dick?

Troy:
No. Here it is. Here we go.

All right, you know what?
You know what?

You just take him, take him.

Take the baby,
take the fucking baby.

-Okay, who was that guy?
-I don't know.

-Was he a cop?
-I don't know.

Get his wallet,
get his fuckin' wallet.

-You get his fuckin' wallet.
-What's the matter with you?

I don't like this motherfucker
tellin' me what to do.

Dude, get his wallet.
Let's find out who he is.

Take the baby downstairs,
he annoys me.

Dog, would you please
just keep an eye on her.

Just-- just step over it.
Step over...

What the fuck?

Jose vasquez?

Jose vasquez.
Who the fuck is Jose vasquez?

I have no fuckin' idea.

All I know is this fuckin' chick
can identify all of us.

-We've gotta waste her.
-Let me think about it.

We're gonna need
somethin' to wrap him in.

-The baby?
-No, the body.

Come on.

-You got his keys?
-Yeah, I got 'em.

Yo, Troy.

You guys take off,
I'll wait for the mom.

There is no baby seat.

Never mind about that,
just get in.

-You all right?
-Nanny: Yes.

Baby seat. Just keep the baby
down real low.

We should've thought about that.

Yeah, I know. All right, guys,
get goin'. Call me when
you get there.

Carmen, I was gonna
get you the face cream--

it's all right,
your baby's fine.
He's perfectly safe.

Carmen?

We've got your kid,
now calm down.
He's all right.

-He's just a little baby.
-I know.

-He didn't, doesn't--
-i know that.

Now listen to me.

-Hey, hey!
-Woman: Carmen!

Troy: Hey!

-You don't wanna go up there.
-Woman: Why?

Because your husband had one
of his thugs watchin' you,
and he got shot.

There's a dead guy in our house?

No, but there's some
very messy shit up there.

-It's gonna be my ass--
-shut up!

Shut the fuck up, man!
What don't you understand?

Now, do you know how to
get in touch with Mike,
the father?

I have a number
for him in canton.

Okay, good.
Canton is good, that's a start.

Now I need ya to call him,
tell him his kid's collateral

on money he owes
an old friend from prison,

and as soon as he pays it,
he gets the kid back, okay?

Carmen!

Troy: Lady!

I don't have time for this shit.

All right, did you get
your phone charged?

-Carmen: Yes.
-Troy: Okay, good,

'cause we're gonna call
you in a little bit,
so keep it charged.

If you need to, you can plug in
that charger over there.

Now we're gonna call you.

We're gonna give you
the combination to that lock,

and then you can
let yourself out.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

Yes.

Here's a pen so you can
write down the combination.

And if we don't call right away,
don't panic,

don't do anything,
don't call anybody,

'cause we got people outside,
ya see?

And they're gonna get very upset

if they see anything weird
or they hear anything weird.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

-Yep.
-Yes.

Oh, you like that, huh?
All right.

This will all be over
with very soon.

Come here, gimme a big bear hug,
come here.

- Come on, come on, there you go.
-No!

All right, you'll be fine, baby.
All right, gentlemen, let's go.

I gotta call grecco, I gotta buy
a disposable phone and call him.

-What?
-Troy: I know,

that's how he wants me
to do this.

I'm tellin' ya, man, all these
people coverin' themselves.

And they fuck up
the most basic shit.

Dog, you got a place
to put the body, right?

Yeah, I got a good place
on the way towards Toledo.

That's pretty fuckin' far, man.

Mad dog: No, no,
it's like two hours,
two and a half tops.

All right, I'll go call grecco.

Find out where and when he
wants us to pick up the dough.

-It's me.
-Grecco: Yeah.

All right, we've got the kid,
we've got the nanny,

it's all good.

Now the wife didn't show up,

so if you can get me
a contact on Brennan,

I'll arrange for
the ransom myself.

Grecco: I don't think so.

What do you mean?

Grecco: Did you guys happen
to encounter a problem
at that house?

-We did in fact, yes.
- Grecco: Uh-huh.

I thought maybe you did,

'cause that Brennan guy
hasn't shown up for anything.

Nobody's heard from him,
he's disappeared.

No, we didn't deal with Brennan.

There was a soldier in there,
some Mexican guy.

-That was Brennan.
-I don't follow.

He has, like, a Mexican mom,
an Irish dad,

and he's a totally
Latin-lookin' dude,

so that was Brennan.

You shot Brennan.

No, because on his ID,
it said Joe vasquez.

Look, grecco, I'm not--
I'm not sure about this, okay?

Well, I'm sure about it.

I'm 100 percent
fucking sure about it.

You shot the guy
what was the guy

that was supposed to pay
the ransom money.

So-- so what's what? I mean,
what are we gonna do here?

Grecco: I don't know.

I mean, chepe's not gonna be
happy about Brennan
gettin' whacked.

But, on the other hand,
you didn't try to cheat him

so he'll get over it, I hope.
I hope.

I mean, he has to understand
that there's a certain
likelihood that--

he don't have to
understand shit.

He doesn't understand shit.

He's a stubborn fucking
pig-headed beaner.

But I will try to
cool him off, Troy.

All right, I mean, look,

-we're almost outta gas here.
-What's that supposed to mean?

It means we're out of money.

We were counting on this to--
to work out.

Everyone's down to their
last nickel right now, so--

grecco: All right, uh,
meet me in the morning.

-Nine, uh, make it ten...

...at, uh, at captain taco's.

-By the bagel place.
- Grecco: Yeah, exactly.

I'll get ya some dough
and we'll see what we're
gonna do about chepe.

I mean, he should
cool off eventually...

I hope.

All right, I'll see ya tomorrow
at ten.

-By the bagel place.
-Grecco: Okay, peace.

Mad dog:
Man, would you stop bustin'
my balls about this shit?

We run in, run out, we'll be
outta there in two minutes.

Why don't you just
fuckin' humor me?

Are you fuckin' kidding me
with this shit?

This fuckin' joke
was already startin' to stink.

I do not have time
for this shit.

Dude everyone's got their own
form of preparation, all right?

Everyone has their
own fucked-upness.

Everybody self-medicates.

Everybody has their own damage
and malfunction and whatnot.

And mine ain't any worse
than yours is,

and I ain't in any less
in control

-than you are so--
-okay.

Just get the fuck out
of the fucking car!

All right, okay, okay!

-Fuck!
-Fuck!

Diesel: You better not be
dickin' with me.

Oh, fuck.

Gimme five minutes,
just five minutes

to get my groove on,
and then we're outta here.

-Yup.
-Ps,

you know that place we're goin',

it's like totally close,
so it won't be a problem.

Diesel:
You said it was towards Toledo.

It's real close.

Listen,
i wanna tell ya somethin'.

And it's like a real cone
of silence.

Just between you and me, right?

-Diesel: Dog.
-Mad dog: It goes no further.

Diesel: I got no one to tell.

Yeah, well, i--
i want you to promise me

that you won't get mad at me
before I say it.

I'm not shittin', man,
this is serious.

It's personal,
it's personal to me.

It's not business.

Okay, shoot.

-I know you don't like me.
-Ah, Jesus, man.

No, it's okay,
i know you don't like me,

and a lot of times
i don't like me either.

But what I wanted to tell ya is,

I see the relationship
you have with Troy,

and how you handle things,

and I just want ya to know
that I really admire it.

Just try to be
businesslike, man.

No, fuck that, I see you got
a good thing goin'.

You-- you just got, like...
You got esp.

You just get in that zone,
and I admire it.

And,
i guess what I'm sayin' is...

I always wanted
to be your friend.

-Come on, dog, you're my friend.
-No, no, no, like a true friend.

Like you are with Troy,
a real friend,

where there's mutual respect.

Oh, man.

You know you gotta earn that.

I understand. No, I get that.
I respect that, absolute, but,

you know, it's just there's
this thing that I wanna tell ya.

I'm dyin' to tell ya, but...

It's, like,
the worst thing in the world.

The worst thing in the world.

All right, all right, all right.

Just finish this, man.

Right, okay. No problem.

Okay.

We're goin'.

Diesel: What is it, dog?

What?

- What is it, dog?

I mean,
with what we've been through,

how fuckin' bad could it be,
seriously?

Whatever it is, let's get it
on the fuckin' table right now.

I appreciate that, man.

I mean, you know, I try to be
better than I've been.

You know,
I've tried to pray on it...

I know that I'm responsible
for myself and stuff,

but, you know, that--
it's fuckin' Sheila, man.

I mean, she's just one of
those people that knows.

You know, she just...

You know,
people that know how to
push your buttons and shit,

and then there's special people
that just know,

they just fuckin' know
how to take ya to that place

where you're fuckin'
way over the line,

and she just does that, man,

and it's like she...

She wants the
worst thing to happen.

Well, she took it to that place,
and that was it.

What about the kid?

And the kid, the kid too,
the fucking kid.

That kid, I can't stand it.

Jesus Christ,
are you kiddin' me,
with a mother like that?

You're not gonna judge me?

Dis!

I mean, i--
i looked to you to be a friend.

I mean, to be a friend,
you know, what accepts ya,
'cause...

See, that's all I ever wanted,

was unconditional love--
oh, god, I fucked this shit up!

Look, look, look,
man, I understand.

Can I just ask you one thing,
a logistical thing?

Is this really far out
fuckin' place that we're goin',

is this where you dumped
Sheila and the kid?

I wanted to put
that Mexican dude here

so I could put a period
on that part of my life, man.

You know what I mean?

I wanna make a strong action
and fuckin' change some things

so I could be the person
that I know I could be.

Okay.

-You'll help me do it, yeah?
-Diesel: Yeah.

You'll fuckin' help me
untangle my life

and make myself a person
that doesn't make me

fuckin' wanna throw up
every time I pass a mirror?

Listen, dog, you are a
fuckin' pain in the ass.

You don't know when to shut up.
You don't know when to listen.

And you have absolutely
no idea how to fuckin' control
your emotions.

-That said, never lied.
-No.

-You never fucked me over.
-No.

In fact, I don't think you've
ever really fucked up on a job.

So if you reach out to me
and you say that you
genuinely want my help,

that you're ready to glue
your fuckin' life back together,

there's absolutely no way
i can fuckin' say no to that.

--Deal?

Yeah, fuck yeah, deal.

Mad dog:
I was 16 when I signed up.

Semper paratus, always ready.

Didn't work out.

Somethin' about me not keepin'
my foot locker locked.

Diesel: So you know this place?

Mad dog: Yeah, it was shut down
since I was maybe 25.

Just go to the left.

-Diesel: Over there?
-Mad dog: Yeah.

I got a key.

Tomorrow, clean slate.

End of all of this shit.

So can I just ask you,

and I want you to be frank
'cause I really do respect you.

I mean, do you think
people can change?

I mean, like,
if your behavior's one way,

that you can, like, alter it?

-Diesel: You got a spot?
-Mad dog: Yeah.

-Diesel: Like a hole?
-Mad dog: It's not a hole.

You'll see.

Set him down.

Where you put Sheila?

Yeah, and the kid.

Fuck me!

Let's just fuckin'
dump him, man.

No, no, trust me,

we gotta go up there
and place him in.

You said absolutely nobody
fucking comes here, man.

You're right, but in a billion
in a chance that one does,

we want that person
to be invisible,

like, stuck under,
like, six or seven things.

In a couple of days,
they're gonna be rottin' anyway,

and then it's too late,
but don't do 'em any favors.

-Mad dog: Use your head.
-Diesel: In here?

-Yeah.
-Dude, seriously,

you're gonna get fuckin'
aids in here, man.

Mad dog:
Aw, shit, bro, haven't you
ever done sanitation?

It's a fuckin' fact
in forensic science

that things begin to rot,
they're at their least
toxic for you

because they are
structurally bent on
their own self-destruction

because, well,
it's like an organism.

Diesel: You know,
when you do a bunch of yakkin',

you watch Dr. Sanjay gupta
on CNN and shit.

Mad dog: Oh, you just make fun
of him because he's a hindu,

but he's got a lot
of good ideas.

They may not be
mainstream ideas but...

Fuckin' stepped in some shit.

Oh, dis,
don't be such a fuckin' pussy.

It's just water, shake it off.

Set this fucker down.

Voil�.

Now when we get outta here,

and we meet up with Troy
and we split up our shit,

before we split, I wanna have
a sit-down with you, okay?

Okay?

-Okay?
-Diesel: Okay.

Okay, help me put him in here.

So, I just wanna...

I wanna, you know,

sit down, and I want you
to give me five things,

five character flaws
that I can do a reboot on.

- You know, a do-over on...

...amend my character flaws,
as it were.

Like, you know, I mean,
just sit down

and really go with candor,

whether it's my fuckin' mother's
fault or my father's fault,

it doesn't really matter.

Fuck!

--Oh, god.

Oh shit, fuck.

Oh, you know, it doesn't
really make any difference

because I'm willin'
to alter those things

because I believe in redemption,
right?

And I'm willin' to do that.

Diesel: I warned you, dog.

It's tough?

Yeah, it's tough and it takes
a lot of baby steps

and goin' back and forward,

and do over, yeah, absolute.

-No more.
-Mad dog: Aw, dis.

What you doing?

-Oh, please.
-Diesel: Shut the fuck up.

Oh, god, dis.

Dis. No.

Troy: Hello?

Diesel: Hey, it's me.

-Somethin' happened.
-Troy: What?

Diesel: I'm comin' back alone.

Troy: So dog is gone?

Diesel: Yep.

Troy: We were family.

Diesel: Yep.

Troy:
Can't say as I'm surprised.

Well, there's something
you need to know.

The dude that got clipped
in the nursery was Brennan.

-You're fucking kidding me, man.
-Not a bit.

Dog killed a
million dollar goose?

-Dead as a door nail.
-The guy I just dumped?

Very same.

Fuckin' dog, Jesus Christ.

Well, grecco still thinks
he might be able to get us

a couple of bucks out of this,
but chepe's gonna be pissed.

And I'm the one
that brought the dog into this.

And I'm the one
that vouched for him.

I get it.
So what are we gonna do?

You wanna try to meet
with the Greek

or you think he's gonna try
some shit?

I don't know.

Look, we need money,
and I said as much to him,

and really can't picture
chepe and grecco

whackin' everybody in sight,
but you never know.

I gotta get some stuff, man.
Stop at the store, man.

-Shop clerk: Here you go, hon.
-Diesel: Thanks.

Shop manager: Hey, guys.

Uh, a guy inside
is carrying concealed.

Girls up front say he showed up
in that red jag over there.

-He doin' anything?
-Well, not yet.

-So?
-He's givin' off a bad vibe.

His jacket's all messed up.

-Should we call it in?
-I'll take a look inside.

Run the plates.

I'll check it out.

Officer: ID, please.

What's the problem, officer?

Officer: Did you know
your registration was
a month out of date?

I was told once that there was
like a four-week grace period.

Or, actually,
maybe even six weeks.

Technically, it isn't any.

-Is this your car?
-Yes, I just got it.

Can I see your driver's license,
please?

Sure, have it right here.

That makes it easy.

Okie-doke, Mr. klein.

Will you step out
of the vehicle, please?

Why, am I under arrest?

We've had some
shoplifting complaints.

Do you mind if I take a look
inside your car?

What are you looking for?

Officer: Well, do you have
any stolen merchandise?

No.

Officer: Do you have any
narcotics or a weapon?

No, I do not.

Officer:
Well, what have you got to hide?

Not a thing.

So?

Well, I'm a little cold.
Do you mind if I just
get my jacket?

Yeah, that... that wind

really, really kicks up
off of lake erie.

Fuck!

There's the other one!

Officer down, officer down!

Diesel: Fuck.

Fuck!

Fuck!

-Stop!
-Diesel: Surprise.

Woo!

Relax!

Troy: Gotta be samurais,
gotta be samurais.

Gotta be samurais,
gotta be samurais,
gotta be samurais.

Gotta be samurais,
gotta be samurais,

gotta be samurais,
gotta be samurais.

Jack: How we doin' back there,
Dorothy?

Can I get ya somethin'?

Chocolate milk,
a cock to suck on?

Officer: You know what, Jack?
That's enough.

But he does have a good point.

Not much of a tough guy now,
are ya?

You like fuckin' shootin' cops?

Oh, you're a cute little animal.

Fuck it.
Get this asshole out.

-Jack: Smoke this bitch, reg.
-Reggie: Boom!

Jack: Lemme get one.

Go to work, reg.

Reggie: Boom!

Jack: Let me get one, reg.

Jack: Woo!

-I got one more in me, reg!
-Reggie: Do it!

-I got one more now!
-Do it!

Woo!

Hey, pussy, you had enough?

Yeah.

Jack: Reg,
you think he's had enough?

Let's give him a ride.

I love it when
you talk like that.

Up we go.

Strap his ass up.

There we go.

I am rock hard right now,
sweetheart.

Reggie: Take the wheel, Jack.
Reggie wants to ride.

Woo! Woo!

Woo!

News reporter: In the aftermath
of a bloody shootout

outside apple supermarket,

a police representative
now confirms the deaths

of Troy Cameron and
dieson Carson after
an armed pursuit...

-Woman: Pretty good, huh?
-Man: Yeah, it was.

Now, get home.

Cute little place, too.

-Charles, what is it?
-Get in the car.

Troy: You look like the sort
of gent who might have a
big giant pistol

in the trunk or
under the front seat.

It's under the front seat.

All right,
I'll take that pistol.

And we'll head down the road.

Mind if I smoke?

Charlene: Please,
just take our money.

Leave us by the side
of the road.

You can take the car.

I can't do that.

Why not? We won't say anything.

He knows we're gonna call
the police the minute
he gets away.

No, we are not.

Charlene, don't tell no lies.

The man know
that's what we're gonna do.

So, what are you folk's name?

I'm Charles Wilson,
this is charlene Wilson.

-The reverend Charles Wilson.
-Uh-huh. Reverend, huh?

Where you folks goin' to?

Charles:
It's where we're comin' from.

Charlene: We've been
visitin' in Cincinnati.

Went to visit my daughter's baby
for the first time.

It was you.

Me?

Charles:
On the TV, the shootout.

Yes, but it wasn't
like they say.

Well, how was it?

You ever been inside, reverend?
In the joint?

-Charles: Yes, sir.
-Well, then you know.

Guy who has a past,
guy whose made mistakes.

They say they forgive you,
but they never do.

They're always lookin' at ya,
tryin' to catch ya at something.

All we want-- heck,
all anybody wants, is justice.

I was explaining to the officer
and she...

She panicked,
she thought I was resisting.

Yeah, that's right, resisting,

and my friend was just
tryin' to save me.

Hey, wait a minute.

I know you know what's what.

Yeah, you understand
how this goes.

And I can tell
you're a good person, too.

You care about your wife.

Yeah, you're a good man.
Well, all right, here's what.

We're real close.

I need to get dropped off.
But I just wanna say one thing,

one thing to put your mind
at ease when we go, all right?

You're gonna make it outta this.

Your wife's gonna be safe,
and you're gonna be fine.

And I promise you,

the only person who's gonna go
down outta this is gonna be me.

Just as long as you do as I say,

which doesn't seem
to be a problem.

Charles: It's no problem at all.

I figured not, so ease up.

You'll be home
before ya know it.

I give ya my word.
My hand.

- Charles: All right then.
-Troy.

-Charles: Huh?
-Troy, that's my name.

Charles: I'm sorry, I can't--
i can't do this anymore.

Troy: Hang on,
I'll take the wheel,
you folks sit in back.

You're not gonna try anything,
are ya?

Charles: No, no, no, sir.

You know who you look like?

You sound like him, too.

Troy: Got any music?

Church music, spirituals.

Troy: I like spirituals.

Charles:
Cassette's in the console.

Troy: Stay where you are.

Officer: Don't move, mister!

Troy:
Is there a problem, officer?

Officer: Freeze!

Troy: I'm kinda lost
with the reverend
and the missus.

Officer: That's him!

Don't point that thing at us.

Troy: Justice.
That was what I wanted.

Then I started thinking.

I didn't want justice.

I just wanted what I wanted,
just like everyone,

and the rest of it was verbiage.