All language subtitles for Lake George

Hi. I can't come
to the phone right now.

Hey, it's, uh… it's me.

I just wanted to let you know
that I'm back.

Hope everyone there
is doing good, and…

please give my love to the kids.

You know, I'd love to see them.

Well, that's all.

Okay.

Jerry.

Well, you said when I got out,

you'd have a position
waiting for me.

I'm out.

"Mandates"?

No, I didn't hear that.

Call you back in six months?

You folded.

Wh… what happened?

Uh. Is, uh, Mr. Shefland in, please?

Yes, uh, he and I discussed
a sales position.

He passed away?

-Is Armen here?
-Who are you?

My name's Don.
He'll know what I want.

Wait here.

You get two views
for the price of one.

Glendale and Los Angeles.

You live in Glendale?

-Pasadena.
-Pasadena!

Don.

Hello, Armen.

Where the hell have you been?

Oh, you know.

You look good.

What the fuck
happened to your arm?

What arm?

So… what's on your mind?

You know that too.

-You think I owe you money.
-I do, Armen.

I didn't think
you'd have the balls

to come here and ask for it.

You must be
hitting the track again.

No, I'm not.

You are right, though.

I do owe you.

But… you owe me too!

How do you figure?

Well…

…you fucked up
so spectacularly

that it cost me a lot of money.

It's one thing for a job
to go south, but…

Jesus, you really set
a new standard.

-Look, it wasn't that simple.
-It wasn't that hard.

And if I give you the money,
what are you gonna do with it?

Well, I…

I don't think
that's any of your business.

Well, I would like to know

how it's being put to use.

I work hard for my money.

I found a cabin
up at Lake George.

-Where the fuck is Lake George?
-The Sierra.

-What's the Sierra?
-They're mountains, Armen.

Look, let's be honest,
you really don't care. Okay?

It's a drop in the bucket
for you.

Just pay me,
and I'll be out of your hair.

That's not nice.

To say I don't care about you.

Come here.

This is what they call
a million-dollar view.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Sure.

Two views for the price of one.

I got an idea.

Okay.

You repay me
for your fuck-up,

and I pay you what I owe you.
Then we're both happy.

Listen, Armen, I just…

I have a problem
that needs to go away.

Her name is Phyllis.

I need her taken care of.

-Taken care of?
-Yeah.

-Me?
-Yes.

Oh, I don't do
that type of thing.

I met her in rehab.

We were both into coke,
big time.

I said if she was
half as good in bed

as she was hittin' the rails,
I'd have to have her.

She did not disappoint,

and I fell hard for her.

Great couple of years,

and then her real side
started to show.

Wanted this and that
until nothing was good enough.

Got her a car,
a fancy place of her own.

And then,
she wanted in on the business.

I brought her in
because she's good with numbers,

but she keeps on asking
for more and more.

Now she knows too much,
and turns out…

…she's a dirty cunt.

I need to get rid of her.

Armen, you know me.
You know I don't do that type of thing.

That's why you're perfect.

Nobody would think for a second
that you could do it.

Besides, everybody
is capable of anything

-if they're desperate enough.
-I'm not that desperate.

Nobody gives a shit
about you, Don.

I could throw you
over the balcony

and it wouldn't change
the world one bit.

At least with the money
I'm gonna pay you,

you'll have something.

-What about him?
-Harout? He can't.

Too close to home.

Well, I'm sorry, Armen.
I can't either.

Okay. Then get the fuck
out of my house.

Armen, please.

You have a lot of balls…

-Armen!
-…to come to my house

and ask for money.

I always heard you were
a pretty good bullfighter, Herb.

How are you without a gun?
Or a knife?

Armen wants to see you.

You mistook me for someone else.

You know I never take no
for an answer.

You wanna walk
out of this house alive…

then you are gonna do it.

-You understand?
-I… I understand.

I just can't do it.
You know that.

What I do know is
that you really fucked me over.

You set me back
at least five years.

I'd be living
in a Beverly Hills mansion

with a Malibu beach house,
if it wasn't for you.

-Armen, please don't do this.
-So?

So?

-So?
-I'll do it.

What? I can't hear you.

I'll fu… fucking do it.

I'm glad I didn't have to
twist your arm.

You got a week, understand?

Yeah.

Good.

Harout will give you
the details.

I don't have anything.

What do you mean?

I'm broke. I don't have…
I don't have a car. Nothing.

Shit! You haven't changed.

It's about 5,000.
That oughta hold you over.

Harout, take him to Nick
and have him set him up.

Don't fuck it up this time, Don!

Come on!

Nick!

Hey, Pop.
Where the fuck is Nick?

Nick?

Harout, how are you, my friend?

I'm good. I'm good.

-This is Don.
-How are you, my friend?

-Don needs some wheels.
-Oh.

I got the perfect car
for you, Don.

A 1983 Mercedes
300-diesel wagon.

Million mileage and plus,

you can put a ton of bricks
in the back of this car.

It's got the air suspension.
Come on. I'll show you.

Huh?

What the fuck?
This thing won't break down?

Ah, don't worry
about the black smoke.

It will go away.
Just put the pedal to the metal.

All right, we'll take it.
Also, he needs a little friend.

No problem.

Step into my office.

What do you have in mind?
Semi? Automatic?

-Uh, give him a .45.
-Oh, great choice.

Simple. Reliable.

Like the car.

-He needs a cell phone.
-Ah. Great choice.

iPhone? Galaxy? Pixel…

Oh, look at this one
with the big numbers.

-Cellular One.
-That one.

-And how about the zip ties?
-On the house.

How about a knife?

Guarantee it comes in handy.

Mm. All right, we'll take it.

Great. Smart. Anything else?

I think that's it,
that he's all set.

I'm gonna tell Armen to pay you.

Hey, he always takes care of me.

Thanks.

Good luck to you, my friend.

Come on.

If I was you,
I would do it quick.

Hey. You fuck with us,

and I'll put your dick
in a meat grinder, okay?

Remember,
Phyllis is a piece of shit.

Don't listen to a word she says.

Armen?

I need you to come with me.

Stop! Don't!

No!

Are you gonna kill me?

Armen hired you
to kill me, right?

What'd he tell you?
I'm dirty, right?

I knew he'd turn on me.

Whatever Armen told you,
he's lying.

Armen is a liar. You know that?

Armen doesn't care
about anything except money.

He doesn't have a heart.

You look like you have one.

You look like a good person.

I'm a good person too.

I take care of my mother.
She's old.

She's sick. Please…

How much is he paying you?

I can pay you more.

Tell me what he's paying you
and I'll double it.

Just name your price.
Tell me what you want.

You have to have a price.

Please be quiet.

Be quiet?

Fuck you! Fuck you!

I don't wanna die.

Down by the water.

-Hey, stop. Stop.
-Uh. Okay.

No, no, no. No.

You know,
you don't have to do this.

Please. Oh, God.

Oh, God!
Oh, God! Oh, God!

Fuck's sake.

Fuck!

Damn!

Fuck!

-Oh, God.
-God!

You can't do it, can you?

Uh. Doesn't look like it.

Oh.

Oh.

You don't look like the type.

Sorry.

He's gonna kill me.

Oh, yeah, now he'll kill me.
He's just…

Stay right there.
Stay right there.

It's okay.

I can talk to him.

-What?
-I'll go to Armen.

I can talk him out of all this.

-Aw. That ain't gonna work.
-Yeah, no.

He…
He's just mad.

I can fix it. Just let me try.

Armen's not a rational man.
There's no talking to him.

Stay there!

You need to go away.

Out of the country.

Out… out of the country?

Yeah, I'm gonna tell him
that I killed you,

but you need to go away.

-I can't.
-Sure, you can.

I don't have a passport.

What?

I got busted moving coke
over the border seven years ago.

-Fuck!
-It wasn't that bad.

I got out on good behavior
after a year.

But I just… I can't get
a passport for a while.

Get in the car.

-Where are we going?
-Just get in the fucking car!

Okay, here's what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna take you
to Washington.

-D.C.?
-No, Washington State.

You're gonna stay there.

You come within 500 miles
of Los Angeles,

I'll find it in me to kill you.
Understand?

No, I don't.

Well, you got a couple of days
to figure it out.

Hand.

-What about my mom?
-Not my problem.

-Why Washington?
-Because it's a straight line.

Well, how about
someplace warmer, like Arizona?

How about Washington?

So, where do you know
Armen from?

I met him in rehab.
I thought I was a coke fiend.

Nose like a Dyson.

We got sober together.

I mean, it took
a couple of attempts, but…

he helped me
through some really tough times.

He was really nice to me.

One minute, I'm practically
living on the streets,

the next minute,
I'm driving a Porsche.

And I started helping Armen
with his business,

'cause I'm really good
with numbers

and because
he surrounded himself

with a bunch of idiots,

and they get all bent
out of whack, they're like,

"Why does she have
so much power?"

And they do everything they can
to get him to turn on me.

They told him a bunch of lies.

You know, they hate smart women.

And then Armen
meets a new girl, younger,

and I'm old news.

-That simple, huh?
-Yeah.

What's your name?

It's Don.

You look like a Don.

It's never gonna work.
Armen'll find out.

Doesn't he want proof?

Are you trying to talk me
into killing you?

-No.
-Good.

It'll be ugly if he finds you.

I've seen him
do some messed-up things.

Or at least I heard about them.

They peeled
one guy's fingernails off.

I mean, Armen didn't do it.
His men did it.

Then they pulled out
his toenails.

Oh, and they buried
one guy alive.

But first,
they cut his dick off.

You all right?

Hey, pull over.

Pull over!

What's wrong?

Look at me. Look at me.

It's gonna be all right.
Give me your hand.

Just give it to me.

Come on. Take it.

That's it. There you go.
Now, take a deep breath.

Breathe. Slowly.

There you go.

You okay?

You're wound pretty tight.

Panic attack?

You get them a lot?

Yeah, sometimes… sometimes.

Jesus, the situation's
not that bad.

I mean, it's not great,

but not enough
to get freaked out about.

You probably have
low blood sugar.

We need to eat.

Can't you untie me
while we eat?

No.

Aren't you gonna eat yours?

-I'm not hungry.
-You have to.

Take a bite.

Come on, take a bite.

Mm? You feel better, right?

-Yeah.
-Okay. Keep eating.

So, listen…

I don't think going
to Washington is gonna work.

-I know you don't.
-I have a better idea.

Remember when I told you
that I could double the money

that Armen was paying you?

Well, I can give you
a lot more than that.

I mean,
it's not exactly my money.

It's Armen's, but… I know
where he keeps his cash.

I know because I helped him
set up stash houses.

I know
where he keeps everything.

A lot of it's north
of Santa Barbara, Goleta,

in a house near the beach.
Totally under the radar.

Nobody would ever think
he's hiding anything there.

It's in a safe.
Fingerprint opens it.

Mine. He trusted me
to make the drops.

He was skimming bank cards
off of 99-cent stores

and doing insurance fraud
and Medicare scams

and blah, blah, blah, but he
can't keep it in the banks,

and he can't funnel it overseas
because the FBI busted him

for that already. It'll be easy.

I swear!
No one's ever at the house!

It will be the easiest thing
you'll ever do.

Oh, I've heard that before.

Last time I was there,
he had around 200,000.

How much?

Two hundred thousand.

Mm? You could go far away.
Nobody could ever find you.

At least check it out.
It's on the way up north.

I'm not getting in any deeper
than I already am.

That's just it!
You're already in

as deep as you're gonna get.
What have you got to lose?

A lot.

-Like what?
-Oh, I don't know. My life?

God,
you're such a worrywart.

I said 200,000,
but I was being conservative.

It could be double that.

Who keeps
that much cash on hand?

Armen does.

I know that's more
than what he owes you.

How much does he owe you?

About 60 grand.

Can't live that long
on 60 grand.

I'm telling you.
It's right there for the taking.

You should trust me on this.

-Why should I trust you?
-Because I'm a good person.

Yes, you've told me
that already.

Fine. You don't have to
trust me now.

We can check it out
on our way up north.

-You can decide then.
-I'm tired.

You know, Don,
we're both fucked right now.

Armen probably
won't even pay you.

If we're gonna go down,
let's go down big.

This is a chance to fuck him,
to get ahead, to start over.

So?

You in?

It's Harout.
You want to answer it?

-No.
-You can't just ignore him.

Look, I have nothing
to tell him.

Yeah, but you gotta be creative,
you gotta play them.

-Not sure they're playable.
-Everybody's playable.

You like the beach?

-It's okay.
-"It's okay"?

Who says that
about the beach?

Someone who likes the mountains.

I don't like the mountains.

Too cold. That's why
I don't wanna go to Washington.

My mother hates cold weather.

Get her a down jacket.

Is your mom alive?

-No.
-And Dad?

-No.
-Any family?

No.

Where are you from?

-Los Angeles.
-Yeah, but where?

-Canoga Park.
-Where's that?

-The San Fernando Valley.
-And what do you do?

No.

No?

I don't want
to talk about myself anymore.

You know something?
You are so boring.

Make a right on Newport.

Okay, slow down a little bit.

It's right there.

It's empty. Curtains are closed.

No cars. No one's there.
Park on the right.

You feel good about it?

I very rarely feel good
about anything.

Yeah, but are we on?

-You're sure the money's there?
-I'm sure. Don't worry.

-I always worry.
-Okay, well, stop it.

You in?

Good.
We have to wait until dark.

If I hear one thing
when we're there…

Where are you going?

For a walk. I'm tired
of being in the car with you.

Where are you gonna go
with the money?

-I don't have the money.
-You will.

-I hope so.
-Have a little faith.

Faith isn't gonna help.

You don't believe in God?

No.

Hmm. Neither do I.

It'd be easier
if we believed in God.

Just wake up on Sunday,

go to church,
pray with all those normal people.

Go to brunch afterward
with the kids and grandparents.

I see 'em. They look so happy.
You think they really are happy?

I think they think
they're happy.

That's good enough
for most people.

Yeah.

Doesn't he have
security cameras?

You think he wants
to record all the shit he does?

Let's go.

The key's on the water heater.

So far so good.

It's right here.

Help me.

See? Told ya.

-Yep.
-Okay.

Maybe it's the other one.

Sh… shit! Shit!

He must have reset the lock.

What, there's no master code
or key?

No.

Fuck! Fuck!

Do you think we could open it
with a crowbar or something?

-A crowbar?
-Yeah.

No. I think we need to
get out of here.

-Armen's way ahead of you.
-No, no, no.

-Maybe we can, like, um…
-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Fuck.

What the fuck
you doing here, Phyllis?

Cleaning the garage.

Sure.

Who's he?

He's a friend.

Does your friend have a name?

Don.

You fucking her, Don?

She fucked half of Glendale.

It took Armen a long time
to figure it out.

Fuck you, Artie!

Fuck me?

I'm probably the only one
you haven't fucked.

Ain't gonna happen now though,
'cause I'm not that dumb.

Just wait till Armen hears
what you've been up to.

You were better off
sucking cock for…

Fucking get off, motherfucker!

You're gonna pay for this!

He was gonna kill you.

Help me. His fingerprint
probably opens it.

Come on!

Ready? One, two, three!

-Hey, here you go.
-Oh.

Okay. Yeah.

-Okay. Okay, on three.
-Okay.

-One, two, three!
-One, two, three!

-Turn him.
-Yeah.

Okay, now, on three,
you hold that foot.

-Got it. Yep.
-I got him here. On three.

-One, two, three!
-One, two, three!

Yeah, now…

-Okay.
-Okay.

Uh. This way.

-Yeah.
-Yup.

-Yeah.
-Okay.

-Okay.
-Okay.

-Ready? One, two, three.
-Yeah. Uh-huh.

Yeah, yeah.

Good.

-Okay.
-Up?

-Yep. Okay.
-Okay, okay.

One, two, three!

That's not even close.
It's not even close.

Move.

No.

No.

Fuck! Fuck.

He wears his watch
on his right hand.

He's left-handed.

-Gold?
-Safest investment there is.

You sell it.
It's better than money.

You sell it when you need it,

and the rest
appreciates in value.

That's 12 bars.

It's one kilo each.
That's about 60,000 apiece.

Do the math.
That's a lot of money.

What?

Yeah, I know. He's dead.

It's that…
It's too late to cry over it.

There's a lot of money there
that's gonna

make this okay, okay?
We're gonna get the gold,

we're gonna take care of Artie,
and we're gonna get out of here.

Okay?

I told you we'd get it.

You said it'd be easy.

I didn't know
Artie was living there.

Well, Artie's dead.

It's funny, huh?

Well, I don't find anything
about this funny.

You were supposed to kill me,
but then you saved my life.

And then I saved your life.

Oh, stop with the sourpuss act!
Look at that money!

-That's not money.
-Better than money.

So?

Now what?

We're gonna cash in some of those
and I'm taking you to Washington.

Really?

Don!

Gold doesn't make Armen go away.

How am I gonna make it up there?
How am I gonna live?

Oh, I don't know,
like everybody else.

I'm broke!
I don't have anything!

You drive a Porsche
and live in a fancy building.

That ain't broke.

None of that's mine.
Armen owns it all.

You really have nothing?

Nothing. It's not like I can
use his credit cards anymore.

I'll split it with you.

-What?
-Yeah. You can take half.

Really?

-You would do that?
-Yeah.

Why?

Well, it's the fair thing to do.

Yeah, but that's not
what people do.

Well, I'm not those people.

But you've got to promise me
you'll stay far away

-from Glendale and Armen.
-I promise.

I promise.

Good.

I'm tired.

I know where he keeps more.

-What? More gold?
-Nope. Cash.

If the gold is worth
as much as you say,

I think we have enough.

You might.
I'll need more.

No offense,
but I'm a lot younger than you.

I'm gonna need to start over.

Eh, no offense taken. Bad idea.

It'll be easy.

Be easier.

Armen's brother lives in Thousand Oaks.
He sells flooring.

The brother's wife
works in a dentist's office.

They're never home
during the day.

Armen keeps a safe in the attic.

I did a drop a few weeks back.
I know there's cash there.

Who… whose… whose finger
you gonna chop off?

Oh, ha-ha.
It's an old-fashioned dial lock.

You'd have enough money,

you'd never have
to worry about anything.

You could take care
of somebody you love.

I don't have anybody.

Oh, come on.

You really don't have anybody?

Everybody has
somebody.

Let's do it.

Nope.

This is a shitty donut.

It's hard to get a good donut.

-It's not that bad.
-What do you know about donuts?

I've been eatin' them
since before you were born.

Doesn't mean
you know what's good.

Maybe that's what I'll do
with my money.

Open a donut shop.
It's legit business.

The world deserves
better donuts.

You know,
that sounds like a great idea.

Hey, I didn't fuck
half of Glendale.

Artie was full of shit.

None of my business.

Well, I didn't.

Okay.

Okay, you believe me
or okay whatever?

I believe you.

I have done some shitty things.

We all have.

What made you change your mind
about going to Armen's brother's?

Oh, you got
someone special, right?

Oh, you're playing coy?

Cute.

-They have a dog?
-Yes. It's a pit-bull.

Come up.

Yep.

Okay, okay.

Cash.

-Do I lie? Huh?
-Nope.

-Okay. Uh, give me that bag.
-Yeah.

Hear that?

I thought you said
nobody would be here.

-Ladder.
-Ladder. Ladder. Ladder.

Ow, goddamnit!

Hey, Ned.
Say hello to Cory.

Hi. Hey, there, Ned.

It's not all the way in.

-I want you right here.
-That's not Armen's brother.

-Here?
-Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

-Oh! Oh, my God.
-Here, here, here.

-Hang on.
-Oh! Oh, wow.

-Oh, my God.
-Yeah?

Okay, okay.

Hey, uh, can he…
can he stop barking?

Cut it out, Ned. Okay.

What's wrong?

I can't, uh…
I can't concentrate.

Goddamnit, Ned! Shut up!

I need you to ignore him
and just fuck me.

-Okay?
-Okay.

-Oh, yeah!
-Yeah? Come on!

-Cory! Uh-huh. Yeah!
-Yeah!

Yeah. Oh, my God.

-I-- I can't. I can't.
-Are you kidding me?

No, I can't. I'm sorry.

With… with the fucking dog
yapping like a hyena.

Come on!

"Come on"? Get control
of your fucking dog.

Don't blame
your limp dick on my dog.

Wow. Really?

What has gotten into you, Ned?
What are you barking at?

What?

And why is the…
attic door not shut?

There's something up there
that's driving him crazy.

It's probably
just a rat, okay?

Would you just go check?
Please?

Okay. Okay.

There's a ladder
in the garage.

I'll just use a stool.

Stupid fucking dog.

I can't see a thing!
It's dark up here!

There… there's a string,

it… it turns on the light.

Who the fuck are you?

What the fuck? Oh, my God!

The gun just went off.

It just went off?

Well, I pulled the trigger.

I'm saying
it was just a reaction.

Armen will kill you.

He will find you and kill you,
you fucking psycho bitch.

You have no idea what
you've gotten yourself into.

Don't.

Phyllis…

He'll kill you both.

Not if you don't tell him.

You hate Armen, Nadja. Admit it.

He treats you like shit.

He's never liked you.

He thinks
you're a stuck-up bitch

who looks down on him.

And here's the real truth.

If Armen finds out that you were
fucking around on Andre,

especially with that guy,
he'll kill you.

You know that's right, right?

-Yeah.
-Yeah. So…

…here's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna get rid
of your boyfriend.

We're gonna clean up the mess.

And you're gonna
pull yourself together,

go back to work,
and keep your mouth shut.

Understood?

Why were you here?

What were you doing
up in the attic?

Armen had Andre
put something up there for me.

I was picking it up.

Well, why didn't Andre tell me?

Um, probably because
he didn't want you to know.

Just like you don't want him
to know

that you were fucking Cory.

Oh.

-Did you love him?
-May… maybe?

I don't think so.

Good. Then you'll get over it.

Okay.

Pull yourself together
and, uh, get back to work.

Who is it?

-It's Harout.
-Answer it.

-What?
-Yeah, tell him you did it.

-Why?
-You have to.

Or he'll get suspicious.
It'll buy us some time.

-Hello?
-Don?

Yeah.

It's Harout.
I haven't heard from you.

Where are you?

Hello?

I'm working on it.

I'm working on it.

What does that mean?

-Hello?
-Yeah.

Are you there?

Finishing things up.

I'm… I'm finishing things up.

"Finishing things up"?

-Getting rid of me.
-Getting rid of me.

Getting rid of "you"?
Uh, the fuck does that mean?

-Of it.
-Of what?

You know.

You… you… you did it?

Yeah.

You really did it?

Yeah.

So, I'll see you soon.
Tell Armen.

Tell Armen… that you did it.

Okay?

Okay.

We did it!

It really was an accident.

Well, for an accident,
you did a very good job.

You're excellent at it.

At what?

Killing.

You've done it before?

I mean, before Artie and Cory?

No.

No?

No!

I don't feel bad
about it, though.

Two fewer scumbag men
in the world.

They should all die.

I don't get you.

-There's nothing to get.
-Exactly.

How does a guy like you end up
with somebody like Armen?

That's a tough world.

You act like
you haven't seen shit.

I didn't know Armen very long.

Long enough
to take a job to kill me.

-I was never gonna kill you.
-I know that.

Still, what's your story, Don?

Come on! We're in deep together.

We killed two people
and stole a shitload of money.

You killed two people.

Yeah, I did.

Stop acting like
the world's falling apart.

Jesus Christ, you're like
some nervous insurance salesman.

Shit happens.

People have to do things
they don't want to do.

That's the way the world works.

Now, there's two dead bodies,
a ton of cash missing.

Armen is going to have
half of Glendale looking for us

if we don't figure
something out.

Well… did you get it?

Okay. That's deep enough.

Okay.

Wait.

Okay, take the picture.

How's this thing work?

Oh, fuck's sake, Don.
Give it to me.

Okay.

Menu, down, down…

-Okay.
-…push, push.

-It's ready.
-Oh, okay.

-Okay.
-Okay.

-Got it. Yeah.
-Yeah? Let me see it.

Don, you cut off my head.

We need more blood.
Here. Take it.

Here.

Now, I want you to pour it
over my chest and my neck.

-On your neck?
-Yeah.

-Okay.
-Okay.

-Okay?
-Yeah.

No, no. More.

-More?
-Yeah, yeah.

Just pour it on. Go.

-Okay.
-Yeah.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

That's good.
Okay, that's good. Okay.

-Yeah?
-Okay, wait.

Uh. Again…

-Menu…
-Yeah.

-…scroll down…
-Okay.

-…push the button…
-Uh-huh.

-…push the button again.
-Okay.

-Ready?
-Yeah.

-Got it? Okay.
-Uh-huh. Okay.

-Got it.
-Yeah?

Oh, yeah,
that looks good. Okay.

Um, uh, shovel dirt on me.

-Dirt?
-Yeah.

Yeah, we need to sell it. Yeah.

-Okay.
-Okay.

A lot.

-A lot?
-Yeah.

One more.

One more.
I'm gonna keep your hair,

so he can see your hair.

-More?
-Yeah!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Okay, yeah.

-Did you take it?
-No, no. Give me one sec.

-Oh, shit.
-Don, what the fuck?

-I think it's not working.
-Oh, God.

It's not…

Oh, my God! Take it!

-Got it!
-Oh, fucking Jesus fuckface fuck!

Let me see.

Oh, God.
Oh, yeah, that'll do. Okay.

Dead body. Oh, God.

-Okay. Ready?
-Yeah.

-One, two… three!
-One, two…

-Hey, Don?
-Yeah?

What happened to your arm?

You don't want to know.

-Why not?
-Boring story.

Okay.

-Yeah?
-Uh, send the pictures.

Okay.

-There?
-Give me…

Okay.

All right.

Hello?

Don.

You really did it.

-Yeah.
-I didn't think

-you had it in you.
-Well, like Armen says,

when a man needs something
bad enough…

-He'll do anything.
-That's right.

You tell Armen?

Yeah.

-He's happy?
-Oh, yeah. He wants to see you.

Wants to see me?

To pay you! You coming in?

Yeah.

-When?
-Tomorrow.

-When tomorrow?
-Late morning.

Fabulous. I'll see you then.

Why did you say that?

I had to. Y… you know Armen.

If I didn't, he'd know
something's up.

We did a good job
covering our tracks.

I'll just go to get the money
that I'm owed.

We'll go wherever we're going.

You know, he doesn't need
to know where that is.

-Oh, shit.
-What?

I think I may have told him
where it was.

What?

When he asked me what
I was gonna do with the money,

I think I may have told him
where it was.

-Where… where… where's that?
-Oh, goddamn. Lake George.

Uh. Where?

It doesn't matter.
He'll fucking… He'll find me!

Well, what do you think?

It was all they had.

Don, are you worrying again?

-Hmm.
-Mm-hmm. That's right.

Because it's gonna
work out, okay?

♪ Every morning
Every evening ♪

♪ Ain't we got fun? ♪

♪ So much money ♪

♪ Oh, but, honey
Ain't we got fun? ♪

I couldn't sleep either.

Oh, wow.

Yeah.

How did you know
I was an insurance man?

What?

You told me to stop acting
like an insurance man.

That was just an example.

Insurance salesmen are always
trying to get you to freak out

about all the bad things
that are going to happen.

I was just trying to get you
to stop worrying.

I was one.

-An insurance adjuster.
-Adjuster?

I was the one
who f… figured out how much

we were going to pay people
when they put in their claims.

Sounds very stable.

It's how I met Armen.

I owe people money.

I had a gambling problem.

Horse racing.

Somebody who knew Armen
got us together.

We, uh… we did some
insurance fraud work.

He manufactured the claims,
I okayed them.

I was able to pay back
the people I owed.

Armen wanted to continue,
and I agreed to do a few more.

Feds were on us.

I made the mistake
of trusting someone

I didn't know very well.

I spent ten years
in federal prison.

Hmm.

That's where a couple of inmates
did this to my arm.

Pretty sure it was Armen
who paid them to do it.

-Payback for my fucking up.
-Right.

Armen had enough money
to hire an expensive lawyer

and he got a suspended sentence.

That figures.

You were right.

I'm not the type
to hang out with Armen.

I had a wife…

two beautiful kids.

I just… I got in over my head
and did something stupid.

A family man.

Yeah.

Not a very good one.

You still speak to 'em?

Nah. They want nothing
to do with me.

I… I can't blame them.
I… I fucked up their lives.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Me too.

-You know, I was thinking.
-Yeah?

You should go
to the Philippines.

-Philippines?
-Mm-hmm. Pretty girls there.

I know a guy
who met the love of his life.

He was older than you.

You should go.

Find a girl,
spend some money on her,

buy her a nice dress,

stay in a hotel,
make love on the beach. Huh?

Hey, really start over,
you know?

I'll take that
under consideration.

No, you keep it.

They'll just
take it away from me.

Besides,
I'm not very good with it.

You see that archway up there?
Big one?

Yeah?

That's where I'll be.
Nice place to sit.

It's quiet.

Okay. Archway.

See you soon.

Yeah.

You made it.

I gotta do it.

Come on. Armen will be
right down.

-How'd the car work out?
-Fine.

Yeah, those, uh…

those diesels
can be a little sluggish.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

You see my new AMG 63 outside?

The SUV.
Twin turbo, 577 horsepower V8.

-It's a beast.
-Yeah, good to hear.

Yeah, I'll take you
for a spin later.

So, you really did it?

Yeah.

Hello, Armen.

You did it?

Mm-hmm.

You killed her?

Yeah.

How did she take it?

As well as expected.

-Was it quick?
-Yeah.

Did she know it was me?

I told her so, yes.

What was her reaction?

She was upset.

You weren't supposed
to kill her.

What?

You weren't supposed
to actually kill her.

I just wanted to put the scare
into her, that's all.

She was getting a little too big
for her britches and I…

you know, wanted her
to take it down a few notches,

but not kill her!

Then…

why send me to kill…

When you came to me
to ask me for the money…

it's like you were sent
from heaven.

The plan came to me instantly.

I just thought you would
never be able to do it.

So it was all a fake?

It was supposed to be.

What changed in you?

How could you kill her?

Oh, you made it pretty clear
I had no choice, Armen.

Prison must have changed you.

You were a fuck-up…

but not a killer.

Listen.

I'm sorry for
the misunderstanding,

but you could have just told me.

She would have been
too smart for that!

She'd be on to you
in two seconds!

Now what?
I guess you want your money.

Well, uh…

it's why I came, Armen.

I loved her.

I can't give it to you.

If I give you the money,

then I'm responsible
for her death…

…and I don't want
to live with that.

Look, Armen,
I'm… I'm sorry if I…

Harout.

I'm sorry, Don…

…but I can't let you go free.

I'm sure there's
somebody out there, or…

some camera that will tie you
to the murder.

You'll get caught and confess,

and then I'm fucked
all over again.

So what? I mean, what are you…

are you…
are you just gonna kill me?

Harout's going to kill you.

I'm going to drink vodka
and try to forget about you.

-Get him out of here.
-Armen, Armen…

-Let's go.
-Armen! Armen!

I didn't do it!

You didn't do what?

I didn't kill her.

-Who did?
-Nobody.

She's alive, Armen.

She's at Brand Park,
waiting for me.

-You fucking with me?
-No. No.

You were right.

I couldn't do it.

So those pictures…

…all fake?

Yeah. All fake.

Harout, go see
if he's telling the truth.

If she's there, bring her back.

If she's not, get rid of him.

What the fuck
is she doing way up here?

It's quiet.

Quiet? When was she ever quiet?

-In here?
-Yeah.

Where is she?

I don't know. I swear to God.
This is where I left her.

You lying piece of shit.

Harout.

-Hello, Phyllis.
-Gun, please.

What the fuck, Don?

You're not going to
believe this, Phyllis, but…

Armen never wanted to kill you.

He knew I couldn't do it.

He just wanted to scare you
and set you straight.

He said he loved you.

He said he loved me?

Hello, Armen.

Baby.

Baby, you're all right.

You shouldn't be drinking.

I'm sorry, baby.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

You know how I feel about you.

It… it's just that
you weren't listening to me.

Get up.

Sit. Let's talk it out.

Move. Downstairs.

You know I'll take care of you.

You already did.

Go.

Open it.

Back away.

You'll never get away with this.

Yeah, I will.

We hit the Thousand Oaks
and Goleta houses too.

Got all of that.

And your sister-in-law was fucking
some guy named Cory.

Huh?

Hey, Armen, what was
your nickname for me?

What?

Tell me what you called me.

-Come on.
-Say it.

"Poopoolik."

No, not the nice one.

The one you called me
to your men.

A dirty cunt.

That's what
you called me, right?

I might've said that
a couple of times.

-I was just mad, and…
-Say it.

Say what?

Call me a dirty cunt.

Come on, Phyllis.
Let's get out of here.

-Say it.
-We got the money.

-Dirty cunt.
-No.

-Come on.
-Say, "You're a dirty cunt."

Do it!

You're…

You're a dirty cunt.

Nobody should ever
call anyone that.

You all right?
You need me to drive?

Don, we gotta go!

Where to?

Well…
…there's lots of money,

plus the gold,
we could go anywhere we want.

Will there be more of them?

I think
we took care of them.

Lake George.
That's where I'm going.

Right. Where is it?

It's up in the Sierra.
The mountains.

-Is it nice?
-It's beautiful.

You got a place to stay?

Yeah, I rented a cabin.

I used to take the family there.

Can I go with you?

Just for a couple of days,

'til I can figure out
where I'm gonna live.

W… what about your mom?

I don't have a mom.

What?

The woman from the old age home.

That was a job.

I owed her some money.

He was too busy to see her,
so he sent me.

I did like her. She was sweet.

No, the truth is
I don't have anybody.

No one?

Nope.

I… I… I gotta make
a stop somewhere.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I… I just wanted to see
how you were doing.

Doing fine.

Well, that's good.

The kids?

You can call them.

I have.

You know,
they don't want to speak to me.

Listen…

I want to give you something.

I… I don't want
anything from you.

It's been a long time, and…

believe it or not, I am over it.

You know,
whatever you did or didn't do,

I don't care anymore.

I understand that.

But I do care.

You know, all I thought of
when I was in prison

was how I was gonna
make it up to you…

to Sam and Rebecca.

And I know this won't make
what I did go away,

but…

…maybe it'll make things
a little easier for you, Glo.

-I said I don't want it.
-Just… just take it.

You can throw it away later,
but just…

take it, and I'll be
out of your life forever.

Thank you.

Don…

…take care of yourself.

Was that your wife?

My… my ex-wife.

That was a lot of money
you gave her.

Hmm, probably not enough.

You're a good guy, Don.

Yeah?

Yeah. One of the few.

Don't be so down on yourself.

You have a lot to offer someone.

-I do?
-Yeah! You're nice.

And good looking.

Even with that crappy arm.

Not to mention,
you have some money.

You're a good catch.

-A good catch?
-Yeah.

You'll have
plenty of women lining up.

You'll meet a nice lady.

Life won't look so bad.

You?

Donuts?

Fuck donuts.
I could do better than that.

Oh, yeah.

I guess we both can do better.

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess we could.

I'm really tired.

Me too.

Goodnight, Phyllis.

See you tomorrow, Don.

You… you broke up.
You're breaking up. I can't…

I'm in… I'm in the mountains.
The cell service is in and out.

Hold on.

Hey, I can't… I can't even…
You're breaking up.

Say it again.

Louder! Louder!

I can't hear you.

The… the little blue dot,

it's dancing
all over the fucking screen.

No, it's… it's not…

You're breaking up.

I'm in the fucking mountains.
There's no…

Don't move.

How'd you find me?

Nick from Nick's Motor.
He pinged your phone.

The gun.
Give… give me the gun.

I wasn't gonna find you, Don?

You thought that bitch
killed me too.

-Like she killed Armen?
-The gun!

I can take a hard hit.

Hand me the gun.

You gonna shoot me, Don? Really?

I will.

Yeah?

Like you shot Phyllis, right?
Where is she?

I wish I knew.

The gun.

Keep walking.

I can get you a lot of money.

Armen will give it to you.

I don't want the money.
And Armen's dead.

-You can have my G63.
-I don't want your G63.

It's loaded!

I don't care.

Well, what do you care about?
What can I do for you?

Stop there.

You gonna kill me?

You, uh… you don't have to.

Sometimes you have to do shit
you don't want to do.

What… what are you doing?

You're gonna bleed to death.

No!

Don?

Don?

What happened?

Harout.

He's here?

He's dead.

You killed him?

Really?

You came back.

Couldn't do it to you.

-No?
-No.

Like I said, you're a good guy.
One of the few.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

New start, right?

I'm not so sure, uh…

I think I may be dying.

Let me look at that.

I'll take care of you.

You… You will?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll fix this.

It's… it's so beautiful.

The wound?

No.

The lake.

It is.

It's beautiful.

Yeah.