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♫ "Wednesday Morning Atonement"
by Curtis Harding playing ♫

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- Hey.
- Man: I told you to pick this shit up!

Woman: Shut up!

- Hello?
- Boy: Who is it?

It's Mr. Jode, Tommy.

How you doing, buddy?

Where are your parents?

They're in their room.
I think Mom is sick.

Oh, yeah? Why do you say that?

She was acting crazy last night.

- Okay.
- They've been asleep for hours.

I'll tell you what.
Let's go check on them.

- Hey, I love your car.
- Thank you.

That thing is so cool.

Hey, I'll tell you what.
Stay right here.

Hey, how we doing here? Hmm?

Hey.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Fuck.

My name is Parker Jode.
I'm with Social Services.

Badge number 21667.

I need police and paramedics down to
the Magnolia housing projects, unit 305.

I got a female DOA.

Yeah, thanks.

(door closes)

(engine turns over)

(siren blaring)

What the fuck?

(man muttering, laughing)

- Hey!
- We jacked your stereo, son!

- Give it back!
- Oh, shit!

Give it...

♫ "I'm Going Home" by Bob Hocko
& The Swamp Rats playing ♫

Goddamn...

(laughing)

- Well, you can't do that.
- Why not?

- Because it's mate.
- I know.

You fucker.
Why didn't I see that?

- All right.
- All right. What do you got?

I got some acid, I got crystal,
dynamite green, and brown and China.

- Blow.
- I know you don't like them mushrooms.

- Blow.
- Really?

Mm-hmm.

(mutter)

That's cooked with tabs of acid.
You're going to like that.

So new stakes, new game.

Your bike.

- What do I get?
- My car.

I don't want that piece of shit.

- Your peanut garlic soup recipe.
- Oh, come on, man.

How many times I got to tell you?
Nobody gets that.

- (laughs)
- No way. You know what I want?

- What?
- I want your soul.

Why would I give it to the devil?

You're a chicken.

Exactly.

Exactly. Chicken.

All right, set them up.
I win, I drink free for life.

- Her too.
- You don't even know her.

And your point is?

- Yeah, all right. All right.
- All right.

♫ "Deep Shadows" by Little Ann playing ♫

(train whistle blows in distance)

(man on radio indistinct)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Oh, hey, Ashley.

What time is it?

Okay, where's your mom?

Give me 15 minutes. I'll be there.

(knocking)

- Hey, Parker.
- Hey.

- You look tired.
- I stayed up past my bedtime.

Get your bag.

- Make sure you get your lunch, too.
- Yep.

- You got everything you need?
- I should.

- Homework?
- Yeah.

There's Mom.

Give me a minute.

- I'm gonna get her to school.
- Hey.

All right. I'm going to get her to school.

No, you're not sober.
It's on my way. I got it.

- All right.
- Hey.

This is starting to become a pattern now.

Can we just not do this right now?

Okay.

Call me when you're up later.

Hey.

Parker?

Thanks.

Wave to your mother.

(engine starts)

What happened to your stereo?

Just a little accident.

What happened to your window?
Same accident?

Something like that.

- Your mom been coming home late a lot?
- She says she stressed.

She's got to work all the time.

Everything else good at home?

Well, I had to have some guy
with a broken window

and missing stereo take me to school.

Other than that, can't complain.

All right.

Hey, study hard.

- Yep. Bye.
- All right, bye.

(school bell ringing)

♫ "Where's God/The Affirmation"
by T-Dubb-O playing ♫

(indistinct chatter)

About fucking time.

I shoulda let you suck dick
for bus fare home.

Oh, yeah? When you're
riding around in my whip?

- No.
- I was just storing it.

How'd they let a fucking lowlife
guinea wop like you out anyway?

(laughs)

- Beats me, dog.
- Mikey!

Give me the keys, bitch.

- (engine starts)
- Fuck you!

Hey.

- Morning, Porker.
- Stu, enough.

- The joke was bad the first time.
- Actually, it never gets old.

You mind if I borrow some
of that Wite-out? Mine ran dry.

- I do.
- Jesus.

What stick got lodged up your ass?

Oh, I don't know.
The job, maybe, Stu?

(chuckles) Well, that is the gig.

I can't even afford to care.
They don't pay us enough.

Looks like the job's killing you too,
but when we get it right,

when we save a family,
there's no "thank you."

Stu, I'm begging you...

When a motherfucker
puts a match in an oven

and blows up two blocks of projects

- and it's all my fault?
- Just please shut the fuck up.

The world is a fucked-up place.

Now can I sneak some of that Wite-Out?

Thanks, Porker.

♫ ♫

Louis: Hey, Duke! Look what I got.

My man. The prodigal son is home.

Hey, you do know how much
I appreciate everything, man.

- Yeah.
- You looking after Dahlia and Ashley

- when I was on the inside.
- We're family, right?

- I got it.
- What do we do?

- I appreciate you.
- How you doing, kiddo?

- I'm all right. You good?
- Yeah?

Let me see a smile.
Let me see a smile.

Let me see a smile.
Let me see a smile!

Come on, let's have a drink.

Gents, to the revolution.

- It's good to have you home.
- Thanks, man.

Hey.

You didn't return my call.

I know, sorry.

You can't stand at the table
unless you're playing.

- Changing 20.
- Man: Twenty.

It's not a good look for you
coming home at 8:00 a.m.

with some random arm candy, Dahlia.

Ronnie's not random. He works here.

Thanks for the concern, Detective.

Hey, let's get something straight.
I ain't the law.

I'm your social worker,

and you got a daughter who needs
to get to school on time.

Stop prying into my family.

I'm trying to keep Ashley from being taken
away from you and put into a home, Dahlia.

- You don't want that.
- Well, fuck you.

Just make sure your kid
gets to school on time.

You know, you two fuckers opened up
a lot of territories for me.

A lot. Places I couldn't get into.

Made a lot of money. A lot of money.

And I do not forget a job well done.

So look, caught some chatter
on the inside,

there might be a real score
if moved on pronto.

Desco's brother ripped a couple
elbows from the cartel.

Now imagine two uncut bricks
of Mexican brown lost in transit.

They want the package returned to sender.
I got the address.

Some fucking furniture shop in K-Town.

That sounds good.

I got a young buck outside, Hector,
waiting to earn his stripes.

You, uh, you take the two of them,

and you... you take care of business.

Mike: Then I'll get my own crew?

Well, let's call this one last
whatever-the-fuck-it-is unto Caesar, okay?

Then I'll set you up somewhere real cush.

Maybe a bar somewhere
pushing hooch, right?

Titties flapping in your grill all day.

How's that? How's that?

Mike: All right.

Oompa Loompa!

Take these boys out back.
Let's get the party started.

♫ ♫

(foot stomps)

(horn honking)

Yo, what the fuck? Stay here.

- Dahlia!
- Mike? Oh!

Oh, my God! I didn't know
you were getting out today!

(bell tolling)

Parker: Hey, homeboy.

Get your cracker ass out of here.

Yo, yo, yo, I come in peace.
I come in peace.

Listen, Tawana, she's gone missing.

Have you seen her around
or heard from her?

I don't owe that bitch anything,
no alimony.

- Don't you let nobody tell you different.
- All right. All right. Easy.

Why would I keep tabs
on that skinny ass cunt anyhow?

Because your daughter needs a mama,
that's why.

If you hear from her,
you make sure you call me, all right?

- Hey, all right?
- Yeah.

All right.

Dahlia: Mike, just get off me.

Mike: Well, yeah, babe.
It's been a really long time, okay?

Dahlia:
It's been four fucking years.

Mike:
And you stopped visiting.

It's just been hard to see you like that.

Yeah, well, I'm here now,
and I'm done with that shit.

You don't have to worry about anything.

- And how do you know?
- Dahlia...

No, how do you know?

Come here.

♫ ♫

(indistinct chatter)

(door shuts)

- Put your hands up.
- Man, what the fuck?

Are you crazy?
You going to drill us out here?

- Put your fucking hands up!
- Yo, man.

What the hell are you doing, man?
You leave them kids alone.

- I'm calling the police.
- Good, call the cops.

These two stole my shit.

No, no, no, Frankie.
We cool, man, no need for that.

- Just go back inside.
- Yeah, Frankie, we cool. Go back inside.

What the fuck you doing in all them
old buildings anyway?

You a crooked cop? A drug fiend?

Worse, I'm a social worker
with a fucking gun.

What kind of a social worker
does this shit?

The type that tells you
to shut the fuck up.

Now, we can square this up right now, man
to man, or you can do your time in lockup.

I don't give a shit.

Empty your pockets, put your money
and shit on the ground.

- Get back!
- This some bullshit right here.

Yeah, it is bullshit, and you both stepped
in it and now you're stuck.

Jamal Davis, Tavian Lewis.

The good news is you made
the right decision and didn't get shot.

The bad news, there's only 83 bucks here,

which isn't near enough
to cover my window or my stereo.

I'm keeping these as collateral.
Time to go bye-bye.

- Clap you, motherfucker.
- Great!

- You like weed?
- Yeah, sure.

Give me a bottle of that Jameson,
three of those Tanqueray plane bangers.

Put the rest on pump two.

You know, keeping the streets safe
ain't all it's cracked up to be.

Don't let anybody
tell you different, Frankie.

♫ ♫

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Can I come in?
- Yeah, now's not really a...

Now's not really a good time.

Listen, um, about the other
night at the casino...

- (stammers) Ow!
- What about the other night?

Oh...

- Do I know you?
- No, I don't think you do.

- Who the fuck are you?
- This is the guy I was...

That's okay, Dahlia.
I'm-I'm here to check up on Ashley.

I'm her social worker.

(scoffs) This the dude
you were telling me about?

- Parker, right?
- Yeah.

Shit, man. Come on in.

So...

you're the man who's been
looking after my family, huh?

The city assigned me to look after Ashley
while you were away, yeah.

- You look after my wife too?
- What the fuck, Mike?

I'm just playing with him, babe.

Mom, I look like a cupcake.

- Parker... Cupcake?
- A cupcake?

Wow. No, look at you.

Turn around.

You look so pretty.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- (Ashley giggles)
- Ash, go start your bath.

Hey, give me some.

- I'll catch up with you.
- Make sure to hang up your dress.

- I don't want it to wrinkle, okay?
- She looks great.

You like little girls?

Excuse me?

Saying how pretty my daughter is just now.

I was just... I was giving her
a compliment. She looked pretty.

Parker, look...

I'm back, okay?

And we're all good.

So as much as I appreciate
you coming by...

you don't got to keep
checking up on us, okay?

It's not up to me, it's up to the city.

I'd love nothing more
than not to come by anymore.

Have you been drinking?

All right,
I'm going to get out of here, Dahlia.

Sorry, um...

Hey, I'll-I'll see you soon,
all right, Ash?

- Bye, Parker!
- Give them hell at that dance.

♫ "Need Your Love"
by Curtis Harding playing ♫

(woman, singing along)
♫ I need your love ♫

- Whoo!
- Yeah.

♫ Without getting high ♫

♫ You know I can fly now
I need your love ♫

I love this song.

Whoo!

♫ I need your love ♫

- What's that?
- I said, "I need your love."

- Can I have another round, Gary?
- Why not, babe?

- You need one, champ?
- Yeah, please.

I'm Corey.

- What's your name?
- Parker.

- Here's to you, ma'am.
- Hi, Parker.

So what do you do
when you're not drinking, Parker?

Social work.

Wow. You hear that?
A regular Robin in the hood.

(both chuckle)

- Something like that.
- Nice.

I think that music
is the only way to fix a world

- full of broken dreams.
- Mm.

What do you think about that, Gary?

You got a little song in your heart?

Play "Freebird".

♫ "Poppin' That Metal (Derrty)"
by Kenny Knox feat. Chingy playing ♫

Louis: Eye of the tiger, baby.
Eye of the tiger.

Yo, you're watching fucking
Rocky way too much, man.

What are you talking about?
What's wrong with Rocky?

You watch fucking Rocky III
every day, dog.

- It's ridiculous.
- First of all, that's Rocky IV.

- Rocky beats Mr. T...
- Yo, are you ready for this shit?

Bro, I'm always ready, man.
I'm always fucking ready.

Do this hit, Mikey.

What the fuck, Mikey?
Whoa, relax, bro.

- Don't fucking joke about this.
- All right, dude, Jesus Christ.

Look, would you relax?

Fucking dammit, man.

Mike: There he is right there.

- So why the champ?
- Oh...

You're looking at one the best fighters
that this state ever produced.

- Gary.
- What? Be proud.

- Nah.
- Just be proud.

Is this, like, a really long time ago?

(all laugh)

You can say that.

I parked myself in this seat
and haven't left ever since, right, Gary?

Well, you sprung roots.

- It's nice to meet you.
- You too.

So what do you do?

(clears throat) Where do I start?

♫ "Poppin' That Metal" continues ♫

Mike: All right, boys.

And you, you don't need a fucking mask.
You look like Skeletor.

But here, just in case.

We're going in there
for the money and the drugs, so stay cool.

In and out.
Remember that shit, all right?

Louis: Come on, Mikey, all in.
Let's fucking get it.

Bad intentions, baby.

Let's go.

What the fuck?

Go there, go there, go there.

- Check her.
- Shh...

Mama, it's okay. It's okay.

(speaking Spanish)

Mike: Go left.

Oh, shit!

(muffled screaming)

Mike: Come on, come on!

Let's go.

Listen to me, no mistakes.
We can't fucking get caught.

Man, I fucking told you
not to shoot anybody!

Louis: Calm down. Calm down, dude.

I just got out fucking prison man.

Louis: What do you want to do with her?

Get against the wall.
Don't look back. Turn around.

Mike: We've got to keep this shit
airtight, all right?

Lights out.

♫ ♫

- Louis: What the fuck?
- Mike: Look out.

Louis:
Watch your bounce, son. Watch...

Get the fuck out of here.

You punk.

Mike: Go up there. Go to the left.

Follow me.

Louis: What the fuck?

Mikey, come here.
Check these girls out.

Mike: Sick motherfuckers.

Louis: Fucking hot.

(woman moaning)

- (woman screams)
- Take them out!

(mumbling)

- ♫ "Realm of Death" by Evil Army playing ♫
- What the fuck?

What the fuck?

(groans)

(muffled chatter)

- Yo, shut the fuck up!
- Get the drugs! Get the money!

- Let's get out of here. Let's go!
- Shut the fuck up!

All right, don't fucking move!
You stay right fucking there, all right?!

♫ "Realm of Death" continues ♫

Turn that shit off!

(music stops)

Sit the fuck down!

We're cool. Trick or treat, huh?

What is this, Halloween?

- Show him your face.
- What do you guys want?

Who are you working with?

(laughs) What do got in mind, cucaracha?

You blew your load all over the table.

It's uh...
It's not my decision, man.

That's the cartel's.
That's... (mutters)

(woman screaming)

Fuck! Ahh, my hand!

My fucking hand!

Louis: And your fucking leg!

Bro, what the fuck?!

- (gunshot)
- (groans)

Hector! Fuck, man.
Are you all right?

Come here. Come on.

(Hector grunting)

- Okay.
- (siren blaring in distance)

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

- You want to go for a ride?
- Me? I'm not getting on that thing.

- She's not getting on that thing, Gary.
- I'm not getting on that thing.

Not tonight.

Okay. You're missing out.

You're missing out,
that's all I got to say.

You're missing out
on the best ride of your life.

He's gonna tell you he...
(mumbling)

- I've heard it 1,000 fucking times.
- What?

- What was that?
- Nothing. Nothing.

- Shh.
- "It's a beautiful ride," I said.

(engine starts)

Whoo!

Bye!

- Let's run after him.
- Okay.

- You ready? Can you run in those?
- Yep.

- Let's... Let's go. Let's go!
- Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

(train whistle blows in distance)

- Hey, babe?
- Hmm?

You gotta get a move on it.

Okay?

Okay.

Oh, no husband, no headache. (chuckles)

Ooh.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Whoo, okay.

You know what your problem is, sweetie?

(soft grunt)

You don't?

Well, you don't love yourself.

Look at your place.

Hey, hey!

Hey, hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

- Come here, hey! Get him off!
- Get off! Hey! Get off!

Get him off him. Come here.
You should be watching him, man.

Come here. Hey, hey, hey.
It's me, Mr. Jode, okay?

That was a nice punch, all right?

You should work on that. All right?

You didn't want to play ball, did you? No.

You mad? Okay.

Hey.

Come here. What's going on?

Nothing.

Listen, I want to show you something.

Here you go. Up you go.
There you go.

You know who carved that?

I did. When I was your age.

You were here, too?

Mm-hmm.

This is the place that raised me.

It does get better.

You hang in there, it does get better.

Mr. Jode, are we friends?

Of course. That's why I'm here.

(office chatter)

- Stu: Hey you, Porker.
- Jesus Christ.

Well, somebody's on the rag this morning.

That's dated, even for you, Stu.

(chuckles)

- Hand me that stapler, please.
- Coming right up.

(chuckles)

What are you, five years old?

Just trying to make the office
a little more fun.

It gets tedious without a few laughs.

- (laughs)
- You're fucking useless.

Go do your job. Leave me alone.

Ho, ho, ho, ho.

She is smoking hot!

Are you banging that?

No, I'm not banging her.

I'm trying to help her
keep her fucking kid.

How honorable. I'd bang her.

Oh! Oh, Porker! Porker! Save me!

Fucking idiot.

Ow!

Fuck.

Look, I know I lost my cool. I'm sorry.

You do good work here.

And it's clear to everyone
that you care a lot about what you do.

And like I said, it will not happen again.

But this is a safe workplace environment.

You're expected to behave
like a professional.

I'm sorry, uh, but we're gonna
have to let you go.

You're firing me? You're fucking...

- He's a... he's a moron, Sharon.
- I don't have a choice.

Don't do this. Please don't do this, okay?

I will go out there.
I'll-I'll apologize to Stu.

- I'll do it on my fucking knees.
- City regulations.

No strike policy.

I'm really sorry, Parker.

(slow tempo music playing ♫

Hello there, Detective.

So...

you know anything
about the Mexican burritos

I got on ice down at the morgue right now?

Hi.

You know, when I was a boy...

I always had my tacos with pig.

That was dirty.

Yeah, well it seems these were
no small-timers, but cartel in transit.

Your boy's fucking with a cat.
It's out of your league.

You think anyone gives a rat's ass
about a bunch of dead vato foot soldiers?

Someone's gonna have to take control,
or it's going to be a fucking war zone.

War's good business.
It's good business.

The CIA was involved in
the Golden Triangle in Burma.

You might be too young to remember that.

They were smuggling opium on Air America.

They were financing special ops,
secret wars.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

I mean, trafficking in Mexico
is not new, sweetheart.

Yeah, and all along the way, you poison
the inner city to control the people.

I saw that shit growing up.
Contras and crack in the ghettos.

Can I... Can you stop
being so angry for a second?

You know, the problem with America
is it has an identity crisis.

Reality is run by
a bunch of TV stars these days.

We all have to work for someone.

Those bricks that are coming
through this country,

they're wrapped in the American flag,
wall or no wall.

Cowboys killed the Mexicans
and the Indians.

They brought in the slaves
to do all the dirty work.

Now go do your job, darling.

You ask any rhinestone Guido,
and he'll tell you:

all empires fall.

Guess we'll call this reparations.

[jazz music playing ♫

What do you want from me, huh?

Christ, you're drunk.

You always were perceptive.

Perceptive of what? You creep around
my fucking house at night.

You want to tell me what the fuck that is?

I sent you letters.

When I was 17,
and I never even opened them.

[soft chuckle) Fuck.

Because why should you
give a shit about me?

I fucked your life up,
I fucked your mother's life up,

so why give a shit about me?

She didn't deserve it.

Of course she didn't deserve it!

- You let her OD.
- It should've been me!

I've never lied about that. I've never
shirked that fucking responsibility.

That was on me, okay?

All I was trying to do was let you know
what it was like when I came back.

I could never explain that to you.
You wouldn't get it. Nobody else got it.

The country didn't fucking get it. Okay?

I mean, I came back from My Lai,
and the fucking Tet...

and the blood
of so many innocent fucking people.

And what did I come back to?

I came back to a country that was torn
the fuck apart from within.

And a dead fucking city
where nobody has pride anymore,

where no one has
any fucking dreams anymore.

And you have an opportunity
to get something done.

You're a person.
You have a major ingredient of hope.

Hope, you asshole!
Don't you see that?

Parker, who the fuck are you?

(man on TV) For as high
as the heavens are above the earth,

so great is His steadfast love
towards those who feared Him.

And as far as the east
is from the west,

so far has He removed our transgressions.

Surely, the Lord is in this place,
and I did not...

This is none other than the house of God,

and this is the gate of heaven.

Duke: I'm sorry, mamacita.

He's in the Lord's hands now, okay?
I'm gonna take care of the rest.

(woman on phone crying)
I want to see my boy one more time.

Okay? You remember, you see the world
for what's in your heart.

You take care of yourself.

Louis said you were sweating worse
than a two-bit whore at Sunday mass.

That true?

Look, I got the package at my house.

Why isn't it with you today?

You guys fucked up
and got the cartel after all of us.

You got 24 hours to get me the shit.

Well, this-this happened here
because of you.

You owe me a replacement, Raza.

This wasn't on me,
and you fucking know it.

You'll get your package,
and me and you, we're fucking square.

(door opens)

What do you think, Hector?
Me, either.

(door closes)

(woman on TV) According to authorities,
the shooting left four Latino males dead.

Police are asking anyone
with information to come forward

if they have intel
on the following suspects.

A surge in drug-related gang activity
has been sweeping the streets.

We asked local residents how they feel.

(woman 2)
It's just not safe here anymore.

You know, the police aren't around.

Nobody seems to care.

Man: Yeah, it's definitely not
the St. Louis I remember.

My cousin's friend got shot.

These neighborhoods,
they're just falling apart.

- Dahlia, what's up?
- Hey!

- You haven't been answering my calls.
- Um, yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

- I've just been really busy.
- Was it something I did then?

No. No. Of course not.
Look, I was...

I'm going to call you later, though, okay?
I'll call you later.

- Ronnie: What?
- Like I said, I'll call you later, okay?

Hey, Dahl, who's this?

- Oh.
- I'm Ronnie. And you are?

We're we're just trading shifts at work.

And who the fuck are you, Ronnie?

- I'm her boyfriend.
- What?!

We're just... We're not...
You're not my boyfriend. We're just...

He's just playing. Uh, let's go.

- You're dead.
- Let's go.

- Ash, hey.
- Hi, Mom.

Just playing, okay?

Got a little crush on me, that's all.

Mom, look.
Daddy got me a smartphone.

Oh, that's nice, baby,

but just don't show it off
to your friends, okay?

It's important to stay in touch.

(engine starts)

(car doors close)

Get the fuck inside.

♫ ♫

Jesus, Mike!
It was nothing serious.

It was nothing?
We're married, Dahlia.

How long you been fucking him, huh?
How long?

Before I went in, huh?
Who else you been fucking?

What the fuck have you
been doing since I've been gone?

- No one! Get the fuck off me, Mike!
- Answer me!

- I've been slaving away trying to...
- Fuck!

...keep us afloat while you went away.
What the fuck is wrong with you?

You've been slaving away
on your fucking back, Dahlia!

(muffled chatter)

I'm tired.

(busy signal)

Fuck.

Can I help you two?

I'm Detective King.
This is my partner, Bachman.

Mind if we come in
and ask you some questions?

I do. I know my rights.

Well, you're on probation.
You got no rights.

My wife's sleeping upstairs
after her night shift, okay?

- So let's just keep it down a bit.
- All right.

Where were you two nights ago?

I was here.

We got you on closed-circuit
driving your Caddy around K-Town

near a crime scene with four dead men,
Mexican traffickers.

Kind of guys you used to associate with.

It's fucking St. Louis, guys.
Anywhere you go is a crime scene.

Why would you be out that way?

Couldn't sleep, took a drive.

- I'm training for the Daytona 500.
- In that piece of shit?

And I'm sure your wife
can verify your whereabouts?

I'm sure she'll be happy to
when she wakes up.

Have a good day, officers.

(engine starts)

(line trilling)

Sharon Mullins.

- You're there. Great.
- Parker?

Listen, do me a favor.

Go to my desk and get the Montrose file.

Ashley Montrose is the child.

We need to get the kid
out of the house, immediately.

Look, I'm telling you,
Ashley's not safe there, Sharon.

I'm only going to say this once.

You no longer work here.

We are not colleagues.

Do not interfere in these people's lives,
and go and get yourself some help.

- (line hangs up)
- Yeah.

Fuck.

(R&B music playing ♫

Make your move.

Gary: Mm-hmm. All right.

Goddamnit, Gary, make your fucking move.

- You want to talk about something?
- No, just move.

No, you move. You move your head
out of the hole it's in,

- because I don't know, lately, you...
- They fired me, Gary.

Oh, no.

I love you, man,
but that ain't easy me to say.

- You could fall down seven times...
- I know, you get up eight.

I already caught the fucking fly
with my chopsticks.

I hear that shit...

(thunder rumbles)

[scoffs) You play here now?

I guess so.

You should play another table.

I'm worried about Ashley.

You don't need to be.

Her dad's back. Everything's fine.

I'm also concerned for you.

Well, that's very nice of you.

Mike? You know he's no good
for Ashley to be around.

All right, thanks for telling me
what my family needs.

I've seen so many families.

I've seen what their futures held,

the cliff that they're
about to fall off of,

and there's nothing I can do to stop it,
but I still got to try, Dahlia.

Sharon called.

You're not our case worker anymore.

You don't even work for the city anymore.

Go get your own fucking family.

Hmm.

- Parker?
- Terry?

Terry Thompson, how are you, man?

Hey, dude. (chuckles)

Man, you look beat up.

How's retired life treating you?

Living the dream.
Losing my money in a Riverside casino.

Imagine that, an old brother
getting taken by the Indians.

- Ain't that justice?
- (chuckles) There ain't no justice.

The only real color divide is green,
and the house always wins.

Man, times are changing.

Or I'm getting old.

I've been thinking a lot about the kids
I grew up with back at the home.

Hmm.

Some of them doing ten years
for some minor possession raps.

Today, they'd be legit dealers,

working at dispensaries
wearing rainbow unicorn shirts and shit.

Yeah, maybe you could be driving a Maybach
for slinging some rhymes.

You was the Champ.

You know, I know you got it in you
to fight for them kids.

Man, I just dropped a kid off
at foster care the other day.

I haven't been back
since I handed them my notice.

Yeah, place looks pretty much the same.

- Did they rebuild it?
- What do you mean?

After the fire, I heard
it was going to be razed.

I should... I should... I gotta get going.

Good to see you.

Hey, Mom. We made you pancakes.

Good for you, baby.
Go get ready for school.

- Hold on.
- What's up?

Cops came to see me last night.

They think you're involved in
some kind of drug murder shit.

I couldn't sleep, all right?
I took a drive.

Tell me this isn't happening again.

It's not, all right? I swear.
I'm a target for...

Look, I can't get involved
in this shit, okay?

You can't put me
in jeopardy of losing Ashley.

I would never do that.

♫ ♫

- There's my girl.
- Hi, Dad.

Hey.

You think you could do
a big favor for Dad today?

- Maybe.
- Maybe?

(chuckles)

I need you take something
to school for me.

Uncle Louis is gonna pick it up at recess.

I haven't seen Louis in a while.

He's been working a lot.

- Guess what?
- What?

If you do this,

there's gonna be something pretty special
waiting for you when you get home.

Like what?

I don't know.
You're gonna have to wait and see.

- More video games?
- Maybe.

Ashley, I want you ready in five.

Hey, this is the most important part,
though, okay?

This has to stay
between me and you, all right?

It has to be our little secret.

- We can't tell Mom.
- What is it?

It's a present for her,
because she's the best, right?

Totally.

That's why I hid it in your bag
so she couldn't see it.

- Okay.
- All right.

Hey, pinky swear.
Our secret, okay?

I swear, our secret.

- Dahlia: Have fun at school.
- Ashley: Yep.

- Bye
- Love you.

(school bell ringing)

♫ ♫

Bachman: Okay, here we go, guys.

All right, he's taking a right
on Riverside.

(siren blaring)

Driver, turn off the vehicle,
open the door, and step out of the car.

(siren chirps)

Put your hands on your head.

There you go, turn around.

Turn around.
Get down on your knees.

Put cuffs on him.

♫ ♫

How you doing, Mike?

Same shit, different toilet, Officer.

- How the fuck are you?
- Search the vehicle.

I didn't give you guys consent
to search anything.

I don't need consent, I smell drugs.

Man, this is bullshit.
This is fucking harassment.

(siren chirping)

(siren blares)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?
- Hey, it's Dahlia.

I'm in trouble.

- What?
- There's cops around my car.

I don't know what to do.

Just do what they say. Where are you?

I pulled over in front of Booker T.
Can you meet me here now?

I'm on my way.

Can you just tell me what's going on?

- What did I do?
- It's just a routine stop.

This doesn't feel like a routine stop.
What did I do?

Please, step over here.

Can you just tell me
what's going on, please?

- (siren blares)
- I'll have you sit down right here.

Sit.

Come on. Let's go.

Here. Up.

Hey, hey, hey! No, no, no, no!

Turn around! You cannot be here.
I need you to turn around.

- Listen, I think there's been a mistake.
- Sir, stand back!

- I'm her social worker.
- We need you to back up.

Okay. Dahlia, you're gonna be fine.

Sir, this is just a routine stop.

Okay, okay.
Is she being charged with anything?

- I need you to wait over there.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Find it?
- Lead?

- I got nothing.
- We've got a negative here.

You're free to go.

Fuck. They didn't tell me
what the fuck was going on.

I know, I know. Listen...

(officer) Fucker!

Uncuff him.

All right, Mr. Montrose,
you're free to go.

Like I told your girlfriend,
you're harassing the wrong guy.

Have a good day.

- Are you okay?
- No, I'm fucked up.

- I've got to go see Ashley right now.
- Okay.

- I need to get her.
- Listen, listen, I'll drive, okay?

- Okay.
- Get your stuff.

♫ ♫

Why are you even helping us?

Why do you still give a shit?

No one helped me when I needed it most.

- That little you?
- Yeah.

So you weren't always so serious?

- That your mom?
- Mm-hmm.

- She looks sweet.
- She was.

Why is it folded?

That your dad?

Biologic.

He was a drug addict.
He ran off to France.

Mine's in Milwaukee.

He trucks, so we don't really
get to see him that much,

but jump on the phone every now and then.

You got your dad's eyes.

- You ever talk to him?
- He left me to the foster system.

Ever wonder what life would be like
if we grew up differently?

All the time.

What time is recess?

I don't fucking know.
I don't got no kids.

Louis: Hey, there she is. There she is.

- What the fuck is Dahlia doing with her?
- Yo, who's that?

Who the fuck's that guy?
Who the fuck is that...

- Yo.
- Go get him, go get him.

- Go, go! Stop!
- (horn honking)

- What the fuck?! Move the bus!
- Let's go! Let's move!

- Goddamnit, I can't go nowhere!
- You think you can move the fucking bus?

I'm fucking boxed in! Goddamnit!

Parker, why are you here again?

I don't know. You hungry?

I guess I could eat, but...

Hey, Mom, can we go to Burgers and Birds?

- It's Parker's car. Ask Parker.
- Oh, Parker's good.

- Listen, bro. Ashley's gone.
- What are you talking about?

Where's the bag?

Dude, Dahlia came and picked her up
with some skinny dude in a hooptie.

We're looking for them right now.

All right, listen to me.

Don't say anything to Duke yet, all right?
We'll find them.

- Dahlia: You said you weren't involved.
- Thanks.

The cops just pulled me over.
What the fuck is going on?

This is what they do, babe. It's nothing.

Don't tell me it's nothing.
The last time this happened,

they ripped through our apartment
and you left in handcuffs, remember?

You're putting her at risk, Mike.

I'm not fucking doing anything.
Where the fuck are you?

Yeah, what are you going to do?
Rough me up again?

You and I both know
what you're doing is kidnapping.

All I have to do is call Duke,

and the cops will find you
within an hour, right?

So stop fucking around
and tell me where you are.

Fuck you! You won't do shit.

Listen, we can go to the cops.

No, no. No, we're not going to the cops.

He's going to say that I kidnapped her.

Even if they don't believe him,

they're still gonna come here
and say that she's in a bad situation.

Can we call Social Services?

Uh...

Uh, I assaulted a coworker this week

and robbed a couple of kids at gunpoint.

Not exactly in good standing.

Bad week, I know.

Eat your burger.

I'll be right back.

♫ "On and On" by Curtis Harding playing ♫

That's the car right there, right there.

Pull in front of him.
Don't let him out.

- Louis?
- What are you eating?

Stop! What the fuck is wrong with you?!

- (grunts)
- (groans)

Come on, let's go! Let's go!

Fuck!

♫ "On and On" continues ♫

- Get out...
- Hey!

Let's go! Let's go, Dahlia!

Right here! Right here!
Right here! Right here!

- Go right here!
- Let's go! Right now!

Give me your hand!
Let's go, cross!

- Let's go!
- What's going on, Mom?!

Go!

(tires screeching)

Where you going, huh? Where you going?

Come on, Mom!

♫ "On and On" continues ♫

- Mom!
- Parker: Get on the train! Let's go!

You're fucking dead!
I'm coming for you!

Go get the fucking car.

(cell phone ringing)

This needs to stop, Mike.

Who is this? This Ronnie?

- Parker.
- Social Services guy?

You trying to fuck with my family again?

- No, I'm not trying...
- I want them back.

If this was your family,
what would you do?

He wants you two to come back.
What do you want to do?

No. He sent Louis to push you.

Maybe it wasn't your dad that sent him.

No, it's not okay.

Walk away, Mike.
She doesn't want to be with you.

I'm going to make sure that happens.

That's the only way this ends good.

I'm going to knock your teeth

through the back of your skull,
motherfucker!

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
nice chatting with you, Mike.

Ashley, it's gonna be okay.

Okay...

Do you have, like, a game or something
in your phone you could play?

Put on your headphones.

You have some place
you can go till this blows over?

No, we don't have anywhere to go.

Mike's got friends that are cops,
Mike's got friends on the streets.

Mike's got friends everywhere.

Police and friends,
they can't get you if you're gone.

- Gone where?
- I don't know.

Can we go to your place?

Mike's too smart for that.
He'll be looking there.

Well, where are we gonna go?

I know a place where you can go.

♫ ♫

- What happened?
- Do you want to call the Duke?

No. We're gonna get this bag.

- How the fuck are you going to do that?
- Come on.

(phone beeping)

- Dang it.
- What's wrong?

My game.

You're out of juice.

Fuck.

Come on.

(knocking on door)

You know I don't want to ask,
but I need your help.

I'm Marcus. And you are?

Dahlia. This is my daughter, Ashley.

- Hi, Ashley.
- Hi.

Come on in. I'll make us some tea.

Go all the way
back through to the kitchen.

I'm sure he hated that idea.

I do have some hot cocoa I could make you.

I didn't know you had a kid.

She's not mine.

Nice gun. Rough neighborhood?

In the streets at night,

a lot of dangerous folks
walking around in the dark.

Kitchen.

After you.

- Parker: You got a phone charger?
- In the drawer.

I'm not even gonna ask.

They're in trouble. I'm in trouble.

Don't worry.
We'll only be here for the night.

And you can't go to the police?

- That bad?
- Mm.

She'll lose the kid.

- Someone's got to help them.
- Yeah.

Well, it's not quite how I imagined

that you'd, um, come back around.

Oh, yeah? How'd you imagine it?

I thought you'd kill me
when I wasn't looking.

- So you're an optimist.
- And you're a wit.

You always had that about you,
but you're still a prick.

- Mind if I use your shower?
- Absolutely, be my guest.

- How do you know Parker?
- Sorry?

How do you know Parker?

Ah...

Ages ago, he was a kid...

and I was an asshole.

Hopefully, uh, things will be
a little better now.

You knew him in the foster system?

Before.

I knew his mother.

How do you know him?

Well, he, uh,
he looks after me and Ashley.

(bottle rattles)

Looks like Ashley's falling asleep.

Oh, well, there's blankets
in the closet right there.

Thanks.

What's that?

Uh...

I, um, I don't know.
I just found it in her backpack.

Um...

In my fucking house.

No way, ma'am.

No fucking way.

Little fucking bastard in my house.

- Hey.
- You wanted me to help you,

- and then you fucking lied to me!
- Hey.

You better take your fucking hand off me.

Oh. Oh, really?
Oh, what are you gonna do about it?

What did I see downstairs on the table?

What are you even talking about?

Oh, what do you do that for?

What do you mean, what am I taking about?

- Yeah, what are you talking...
- The drugs!

Drugs, D-R-U-G-S, smack.

That's why you're not going to the police.

No fucking drugs.
What are you even talking about?

In the little girl's backpack,
you put fucking drugs.

What is the matter with you?

She's 12 fucking years old, you asshole!

Why don't you just give it to him,
be done with it?

♫ ♫

(line trilling)

Yeah, it's Mike.

- Parker: There's a deal to be made.
- Oh, is that right?

Tomorrow morning, 8:00 a.m.,
Forest Park, Pagoda Square.

I give you the dope,
the girls go their separate way.

You let them go, you get your stuff.

So you're trying to buy me off?

If that's what you want to call it.

How do I know you haven't called the cops?

Same reason I know you haven't.

We both want what's best
for Dahlia and Ashley.

All right, just stay
the fuck out of our lives.

No can do, brother.
So what's it gonna be?

Tomorrow morning at 8:00 a.m.?

Yeah, I'll be there.

Yo, Duke, we got 'em.

You better hope so, man,
because this shit's getting sloppy.

I had to pay off one of my dicks
at the force to keep their heads down,

not to see these Mexicans
you guys whacked.

Mike: And you're sure
we're in the clear from the cartel?

As sure as a Chinaman chain smokes.

(snoring)

(train whistle blows in distance)

(cell phone beeps)

What are you doing up?

I don't know.
I guess I wanted to play games.

It's gonna be okay.

(groaning)

I couldn't sleep.

- You want a drink?
- Parker: Yeah, sure.

Well, what are you doing up, ma'am?

- I couldn't sleep.
- Yeah, me either.

♫ ♫

You never knocked before.
I'd a let you right in.

Mom wouldn't have wanted it,
that's what always stopped me.

She was never wrong about me.

I deserved every goddamn thing
she ever went after me for.

I saw your last fight. You got fucked.

You won it fair and square.
They took it from you.

But you did a unique thing.

You found a way of life
where you actually can help people

not to fall as hard and far as you did.

And I'll tell you something.

You may think this is all bullshit
and doesn't matter...

but I'm fucking proud of you.

You even know what family is?

Because I see them every day.

Battlefields of people's fucking
broken dreams and promises.

I've always been selfish.

But you and me, we cry alone.

And you know what else we do?
We stand up and take it like fucking men.

You have a dream, follow it.

Well, that's what I did.

And by the time I woke up and realized
the responsibility I had to a family...

I was on a showcase tour
halfway across Europe.

Got a girlfriend, tried to make it work.

Couldn't... was alone...

and I didn't like it.

So I started the letters
to try and find my way back in to you.

I was married for a couple years.

Best, most secure place
I've ever been in my life...

until she split.

After I was out of the spotlight
of the fight games...

she lost interest, or I don't know,
I pushed her away.

Probably the latter.

I guess I inherited
being a lone wolf from someone.

(banging)

♫ "Can't Hold On" by Black Lips playing ♫

Parker!

(grunting)

- Mom! Mom!
- Ashley!

Parker: Get to the kitchen!

(gunshot)

Go!

Dahlia, I want my dope,
and I want my daughter!

Ashley!

- Where's your car?
- Front.

- Keys?
- Fuck you! Give me my shit!

Listen, go out back and wait for me.

You're not going to set me up.

You're not gonna take my girl.

Ashley! I want my dope!

You let us go, you get to keep the dope.

♫ "Can't Hold On" continues ♫

Get back! Get back!

(groans)

Go, I'll cover you.

(groans)

Jesus!

(horn honking)

Look out!

What the fuck are you doing, man?

You're going to die for this shit?

For some people you don't even know?

Hey, Mike...

fuck you.

Yeah, fuck me.

But know you died for nothing.

Put it in the car.

♫ ♫

Little man.

What are you doing here?

Don't be a wussy now.
This your last chance.

That's our pops in there.

(Parker sighs)

(inhaling deeply)

Hang up the phone!
Hang up the fucking phone, motherfucker!

Where's my daughter?!
Where's Ashley?!

- (gunshot)
- (grunting)

Motherfuck... Trying to break up
this fucking family!

- Trying to fucking take my daughter!
- Let go of me!

(grunts)

(gunshot)

(grunting)

No. No, Parker.

- (grunts)
- (cries)

- Parker, look at me, Parker.
- You can make it!

Ashley: Parker...

♫ ♫

Dahlia: No, Parker!

No!

No, Parker!

♫ ♫

Parker!

♫ "I Die A Little Each Day"
by Otis Clay playing ♫

I'll take an order of tacos pastor to go.

Sí, señor.

What do you call that in English again?

Pig taco?

♫ "I Die a Little Each Day" continues ♫

Report of shots fired 11th and Driggs,
Duke's Casita, requesting backup.

What shall a man
give in exchange for his mortal soul?

The far country has many roads,
and they are all called deception.

- Woman: Praise be!
- There is none righteous.

No, not one.

- Woman: Yes, Lord.
- We must build a new gateway.

Man: Yes, sir.

And allow Heaven
back into the house of God.

As a community, we are strong.

We can make this city great again
for our children's generations to come.

- Let this church say, amen.
- All: Amen!

Pastor: Amen.

♫ "Like A Ship" by Curtis Harding playing ♫

♫ Just like a ship ♫

- ♫ Without a sail ♫
- ♫ Without a sail ♫

- ♫ Just like a ship ♫
- ♫ Just like a ship ♫

- ♫ Without a sail ♫
- ♫ Without a sail ♫

♫ But I'm not worried because I know ♫

♫ I know we can take it ♫

- ♫ Yes, I know ♫
- ♫ I know we can take it ♫

- ♫ I know we can shake it ♫
- ♫ I know we can take it ♫

- ♫ I know we can shake it ♫
- ♫ I know we can take it ♫

- ♫ I sail for pleasure ♫
- ♫ I sail for pleasure ♫

- ♫ But I only found pain ♫
- ♫ But I found pain ♫

- ♫ I looked for sunshine ♫
- ♫ I looked for sunshine ♫

- ♫ But I only found rain ♫
- ♫ But I found rain ♫

♫ And then I look for my friends ♫

♫ I look for my friends ♫

♫ But they had all walked way ♫

♫ They walked away ♫

♫ And through all of my sorrows ♫

♫ Through all of my sorrows ♫

- ♫ You can hear me say ♫
- ♫ You can hear me say ♫

- ♫ Hey, hey, I know ♫
- ♫ I know we can take it ♫

♫ Just to know one thing that I know ♫

♫ I know we can take it ♫

♫ Sure gonna make it I know ♫

♫ I know we can take it ♫

♫ 'Cause we are proud people,
yes, I know ♫

♫ I know we can take it ♫

♫ Just like a ship ♫

♫ Without a sail ♫

♫ We did our work ♫

♫ Today ♫

♫ Just like a ship ♫

♫ Without a sail ♫

♫ We did our work ♫

♫ Today ♫

♫ Hey, hey, I know ♫

♫ I know we can take it ♫

♫ I know we can shake it ♫

♫ I know we can take it ♫

- ♫ I know ♫
- ♫ I know we can take it ♫

♫ Said I know we can take it ♫

♫ I know we can take it ♫

♫ Yeah, I know ♫

♫ I know we can take it ♫

♫ Yes, Lord, I know ♫

♫ I know we can take it ♫

- ♫ Said I know ♫
- ♫ I know we can take it ♫

♫ I know we can shake it ♫

♫ I know we can take it ♫

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(song ends)

[upbeat music playing ♫