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It's okay to be a monster.

It's okay to be a monster.

It's time to be a monster. Go be a fucking monster.

* Make it work again *

* After all 'cause you're my best friend *

* And I can say I know your story *

* Of broken hearts and us playing pretend *

* Break me, break me down, down *

* Break me, break me down *

* Break me, break me down, down *

* Break me, break me down *

- Hi, Mom.

- Why are you answering the phone?

- Because you called me.

- You're supposed to be doing your homework.

- I am. - Is that true?

- No.

I was reading a book,

but I was supposed to be doing my homework afterwards,

and you didn't know that, and you called me anyway,

which means he technically stopped me

from doing my homework. - How are you so good

at making nonsense sound so intelligent?

- It's a gift. - Oh my God.

You're so much like a father. I can't stand it.

- Don't say that to me, Mommy. - Don't say what?

That you're like your father? Why not?

- Because he doesn't like me, and I don't like him.

Cass, let me speak with you for a minute.

- I'm busy.

What are you doing? - Is that necessary?

That depends on who's asking.

I'm Ari Hammerstein.

I'm a reporter for the "Global News."

- Reporter? Is that what we're doing, Cass?

We talking to reporters?

- Look, I told you what I was gonna do.

Did you think I was joking?

- I think it's time for you to go.

- Nothing better happen to her!

- Let me go! - Let's go.

- It's true, Mommy.

He never looks at me, he never talks to me,

and when he does talk to me, it's like he never met me.

He's my father, and I don't know anything about him.

- Let's go.

What did you tell the reporter?

- I didn't tell him anything, and I wasn't going to.

I just needed him here as proof that I have information

that could destroy my brother-in-law,

the great Lion Caldwell.

- But what I do know is that I can't go rollerskating

like a normal kid because of him.

I can't do anything that kids my age

are doing because of him.

- I'm sorry the life we've given you makes you so angry.

- It's not you, Mommy.

I love you. It's him. - Paisley,

you need to love your father.

He's not the terrible person that you think he is.

Everything he does is for us. - But I don't like him.

- Then we need to work on that, just not right now.

You need to close that book over there

that I know you're reading and do your homework.

- Is that a Mommy order? - Yes it is.

- Then I'll do as you request but under protest.

- Okay. Goodbye, sweetheart. - Bye, Mommy.

Oh, kiss me on the forehead when you come home.

- It wasn't about what I was gonna say.

It was about your reaction to the thought

that I might say anything,

and your paranoid behavior told him everything

that he needed to know. - Which was what?

That I have something on you.

I know it, you know it,

and now the whole world is gonna know it,

thanks to my boy Hammerstein.

- You didn't have to do this, Cass.

I told you I was gonna get you your money.

- When? - It's $5 million!

It's not like I got it in my back pocket.

- All right, so let me get this straight.

The boss hired an assassin to take out his sister-in-law,

but he don't trust the assassin.

So we're here to assassinate the assassins

after the assassination.

- Technically, in this case, she's not a assassin.

She's a hit man or a hit woman, whatever.

Assassin just sounds better. - What are we gonna do?

- Look here, bro. Boss man don't like no loose ends.

- He don't like loose ends in hair.

He don't like the fucking R&B group from the 80s Loose End.

He definitely don't like no loose lip bitch

that could potentially sink our entire battleship.

- I want my money, and I want my money tonight,

or me and Hammerstein are gonna be up all night,

talking about guns, who's buying them and who's selling 'em.

Goodnight. Oh, and happy anniversary.

- Fuck!

Hold on.

- I forgot my phone. - Go get it. Hurry up.

I want that degenerate

bitch dead.

Everything's already in place.

When you and Jessica

are upstairs having your anniversary dance,

our assassin's been instructed

to take that bitch in the blue wig out.

- Good. She can't know it came from me.

- She won't.

The assassin's been instructed

to take out a few people around you,

make it look like you are the target.

All the meanwhile, we get you and Jessica to safety.

Poor little Cass, on the other hand,

she'll just happen to be a casualty

of what appears to be a hit on your life.

What did you do?

- Hey sis, I need you to wear my wig.

- What?

- I bet your husband's friend first that if you wore my wig,

then you would be the sexiest woman in the room.

- Okay, why would you do that?

- He noticed that all the guys were looking at me.

He told me that I was the sexiest woman in the room.

I told him it was the wig, but he disagreed, so we bet.

We bet that if you wore my wig,

then you would be the sexiest woman in the room.

- Okay. So how much did you bet?

- $10,000. - $10,000? Cass!

You promised if I let you move back in with me,

you would never gamble again. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I know, I know, but it was just a stupid bet.

Besides, if Lion see you going up those stairs

in this blue wig, girl, he is gonna lose his mind.

* If I go crazy *

* If I go crazy *

* Crazy, now come and save me *

* If I go crazy *

- Well, well, well. How are you, lovely?

- I'm fine. - Apparently.

Tell me something I don't know.

My name is Cousin, and you are?

- A mystery. - Okay, mystery.

I'm working right now, but if you give me the pleasure,

I would love to take you out to dinner when I'm not working.

- A realtor? - Yeah.

- This ain't even a real business card.

- Why would you say that? - 'Cause it just says Cousin.

Doesn't even have a last name.

- Hello, Lion, baby.

- What the fuck are you wearing?

- What? What do you mean?

It's my hair? I thought you'd like it.

- It is your hair, but baby, why you got it on?

- I thought you'd like it.

- We got go downstairs. - What do you mean?

- Baby.

Find Cass and the shooter and bring 'em to me.

- You got it, brother.

- Copy that. He wants her alive.

- Ooh! The boss wants to see you.

- I don't have a boss. I have a contract.

Ah. I was hoping you'd say that.

- Alive! Alive!

- Go to sleep. Go to sleep.

We got her.

- Don't try nothing, pretty lady.

Get yourself smoked out here.

Oh, not you, not you.

Come on. What are you thinking?

- Get back up there. - Calm the fuck down!

Go up, now.

- I'm gonna fuck you, lady.

- Where's my sister? - Calm the fuck down, Cass.

We both know you didn't give a damn about Jessica.

Make another move,

and you'll be the first to fucking die.

- You know, I haven't killed anybody in over 15 years,

but you two motherfuckers got me in a killing mood.

If you're gonna kill us,

just kill us and get it over with.

- What if I don't wanna kill you both?

Maybe I wanna kill just one. Who should I kill, Cass?

- Kill her. - You?

- No, no, no, no, no. Kill, kill her.

She's the shooter! I'm harmless.

Listen, look, I know I've been blackmailing you,

but my sister just died, and we're family!

- Shut the fuck up! We ain't family!

You the one who switched the wigs out with my wife.

Why would you do that?

She wanted to feel sexy, okay?

- And who put that in her head that she wasn't sexy?

I don't know!

- Do you have any idea who you killed? Do you even care?

- They don't pay me to care. They pay me to kill.

- Well, look, you can't kill me, okay?

I got Hammerstein on speed dial,

and he's ready to write your obituary, bitch.

If he don't hear from me soon,

he's gonna plaster your name all over the national airways.

- Hammerstein is dead, Cass.

I was just playing.

I didn't mean, I didn't mean that.

Take 'em to the chair.

- Bitch!

- Look at me. I said look at me!

Do you know what I am?

I'm a wizard, which basically means

that I'm a conscious agent of the devil.

When you make it to the kingdom of darkness,

be sure to tell Lucifer and the rest of his sinners around

that you have never seen an evil more masterfully crafted

as you did in the face of the man that murdered you tonight.

You killed my wife.

- I shot the target.

- The target was not my wife!

- The target was the lady with the blue wig.

There was only one person at the party dressed like that.

I shot the target.

- Throw that in good.

Walk on water, bitch.

- How is this bitch still alive?

- I don't know, but she won't be for long.

- Thank you, sweetheart. - That was so smart

to pass the square to do a dance after bingo.

I haven't had that much fun in years.

- And we both won. - Yes, we did.

- It was the perfect night with the perfect wife.

- I love you. - I love you back.

What is it? - Come here.

- I think those people need our help.

Are you two okay?

- You check this one. - Okay.

- Call 911. I'll call. - Okay.

- I'll check this one here. - Okay.

Oh boy.

- This one's bleeding with multiple gunshot wounds.

- Is she breathing?

- Yeah, she's breathing.

- No police. Help us, please.

- She doesn't want us to call the police.

Here. Come help me with this one!

I'm gonna lift her up. You take her to the house, okay?

One, two, three.

You got her? - I got her.

- You got her? - Yeah, I got her.

- All right.

God.

Don't you die on me.

- Mr. Caldwell.

- I didn't think you'd be awake.

- Where's my mother?

Is she dead? - Why would you say that?

- Because she knows that I don't like you

and you don't like me.

So if she were alive, she'd be here right now,

kissing me on the forehead.

- Just get some sleep, okay?

- I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!

Little girl.

Get me off of me! - Shut up!

- Get off of me! - Shut up!

Get off of me! Get off of me!

Get off of me!

- I can stay if you want me to.

- It won't be necessary. You can go home.

Little girl, I can't express to you how lucky you are

that shooter didn't hit me in my head.

- How did she die? - Does it matter?

- Yes, it does.

- She was shot in the head. - Because of you?

- Indirectly. - Did you kill 'em?

- Did I kill who? - Whoever murdered my mother!

Did you kill them?

What do you got going on?

- I'm cooking breakfast. You hungry?

- Where's the rat poison? - Why would I poison the man

who would avenge my mother?

I love her, and she loves you.

Now we're all each other has.

* She a Gemini, call a mama two toe *

* But you fucking with her *

* Now call me *

* I know you holding, I'ma leave it like it is *

* It is * * Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah *

* She on the real for real *

* She love me baby like Michael the mil *

* Rasta my vision, I want me some millions *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah *

* She on the real for real *

* She love me baby like Michael *

- Can I ask you two questions? And you have to be honest.

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah *

- Only if I could ask you one first,

and the same rules apply.

* Follow your nigga *

- Okay.

- If I tell you the truth, will you keep my secrets?

- Yes.

* I got it, I ran up a bitch *

- Ask your questions.

- Did my Aunt Cass have something to do with the murder?

* Like a vet *

* But shawty your virgin was panickin' *

* You for the streets, I could tell you *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah *

* Ride on the B like a vet *

* But shawty she a pelican *

* Good for the streets, I can't let her *

* See me *

* Left me for dead *

* Dead for the niggas that show me no love so I *

- What kind of question is that?

- It's a very good question seeing as, other than myself,

my Aunt Cass is my mother's only living blood relative.

She doesn't come home, she doesn't call,

and she didn't make it to the funeral.

- Let me just say this.

Your Aunt Cass oughta be dead to you

for what she did to your mother.

* Tell her don't act like I'm killing her *

* Quick the cut off I ain't feeling you *

* Niggas be yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah *

* She on the real for real *

* She love me baby like Michael the mil *

* Rasta my vision, I want me some millions *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah *

* Mama two toe *

* But you fucking with the boss without the Hugo *

* Now call me but I got it like I'm limp *

* And you know we get it popping like a pimp *

* I know you holding, I'ma leave it like it is *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah *

* She on the real for real *

- What did she do?

- Is that your second question?

- No, it was more of a followup.

- Are you sure you're only 12 years old?

- Quit stalling. Answer the question, sir.

* Rasta my vision, I want me some millions *

- Fine.

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah *

- Your Aunt Cass was blackmailing me.

* She love my baby like Michael the mil *

* Rasta my vision, I want me some millions *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah *

* She on the real for real *

- Somehow, she found out about the illegal business I

was doing with the Russians and threatened

to expose me if I didn't give her $5 million.

Your Aunt Cass was a junkie and a gambler.

So if I already gave her that $5 million,

she would've blown through it and used me like an ATM.

So I hired a professional assassin to take her out.

I never gave the assassin her name,

just the image labeled a woman with the blue wig.

- Aunt Cass always wore a blue wig.

Your Aunt Cass must've found out about the hit

and exchanged the wigs with your mother.

- But switching the wigs

would only put a target on my mother's head.

- Your Aunt Cass always blamed your mother

for the death of her unborn child

back when they were teenagers.

So basically, she used my revenge on her

to get revenge on your mother. - But my mother loved her.

- I know.

- With my mother dead, you were free to kill Aunt Cass.

- And I wasted no minute.

I killed your Aunt Cass

and the assassin that pulled the trigger.

Are you okay?

- I'm fine. Fuck Aunt Cass.

She wasn't shit anyway.

- Remember when they dipped Lucy Fingers

into that barbecue sauce a couple years back

at the county fair?

I remember thinking, "Oh my Lord, if that ain't irony."

- I'm sorry. Which Lucy dipped her finger in barbecue sauce?

You talking about Lucy Jackson or Lucy Nelson?

- Neither.

It was Lucy Finger,

the one that used to work at the meat market.

- Oh, the one that smells like bacon and sausage links.

- Exactly, and it wasn't just her finger.

It was her entire body.

- Okay, so she smells like pork,

she dipped her finger in it,

and she was dunked into barbecue sauce

at the county fair last summer.

Yes, darling. I can definitely see the irony in that.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Why are you standing?

- Just being polite. You hungry?

- Where am I?

- You're in our home.

My name is Henry Bates,

and this beautiful woman is my wife Tonya.

What's your name?

- My name is Castleberry, but most people just call me Cass.

- Castleberry. Now that's an interesting name.

What about your friend? - Friend? I don't know.

- The woman that my wife

and I found you down at the lake with.

- Thank you.

- I didn't do much of anything.

Henry did most of the work. He's a surgeon.

- Who has zero interest in saving strangers

from fresh knife wounds and bullet holes in their body.

But my wife, she's a different story.

She's a nurse that has a desperate need

to save every creature on God's green earth.

So you're lucky that she spotted you two.

- Look, I can leave.

- That would probably be best.

My wife and I were not looking for trouble.

- Henry, they can't leave just yet.

- And why not? - Because you're not stable.

The woman that we found you with,

she has a partially collapsed lung

from one of her four gunshot wounds.

- What the fuck?

- Her heart has tried to stop twice since she's been here,

not to mention as soon as you woke up, you had a seizure.

- Between the two of you,

we didn't know if either one of you was gonna live or die.

- Go ahead, have a seat.

I should probably monitor you

for at least the next couple of days, and even after that,

you're still gonna need to get your rest.

Eat up.

* Wonder *

* You're so beautiful *

* I never seen you here before *

There you go.

* She got looks like a killer *

* I love your sex appeal and *

- Oh, I got you. I got you.

There you go. Two, back around.

* Up, down *

- Here we go. I got my wife.

* Real slow *

You ready?

* You just don't know *

* Girl, you got me hypnotized tonight *

* I just want you right here with me, yeah *

* Girl, you something, something to me *

* I just want you right here with me *

- You okay?

* Girl, you got something, something to me *

- Slow and gentle, slow and gentle.

There you go.

* Girl, it's your body *

- All right, I lied. One time.

* Your eyes are amazing *

* Baby, stop playing with me *

* Up, down, you go *

* Real slow * * Up down, real slow *

* Hey girl, you just don't know *

- What are you doing? - It isn't safe here!

- Nobody even knows that we're alive.

Besides Henry said that neither one of us

is even healthy enough to leave.

- Who's Henry?

Henry and Tonya are the people that saved us.

- Well, does Tonya and Henry know

that there's people out there looking for us?

And if those people were to find out

that we were still alive,

the wrath of hell would rain down on this place,

and Tonya and Henry would regret the day

that they decided to help two lowlife degenerates

who should've been killed a long time ago!

- Tonya, get in here!

Oh my gosh. Help me get her on the bed.

Okay. Get up.

- I just wanna warn you, motherfucker.

I'm surgical with this shit.

- Wow. - Boop.

You know pride comes for the fall.

- Whatever's clever. - And I call.

- How long y'all been married?

- Forever and ever and even longer.

- About 15 years. We met in college.

- Y'all got kids?

- Regretfully, no, we do not.

- I can't get pregnant. I try, but I keep losing them.

- Adopt. Shit, foster some kids.

Look, all I'm saying is that you two look

like a lovely couple.

Any kid will be happy to have you.

- Thank you, Cass. - You're welcome.

I appreciate you saying that, and again, I call.

- I was pregnant once when I was about 16.

I can say I was pretty happy about it.

- What happened?

- I went out with my sister drinking and driving,

you know, stupid shit.

My sister had a wreck, lost control of the car,

and I lost my kid.

I can say that before the accident, I was really happy.

Afterwards, I never was the same.

I miss them. I miss me.

Full house.

Oh damn.

- Uh huh. - I had two pair.

- I had a king. - You went with a king high?

You bet all your pennies on a king high?

She is good at this poker shit.

So we take photos of ourselves with our own phone,

load it to the internet, and people like us for it?

- Yes. You are the smartest man I know.

How do you not know about social media?

- I just always found it superficial and vain,

but I think I'm getting the hang of it.

Why the hell not? Sign me up.

- Good morning, Henry. - Good morning, Cass.

- Hope you're hungry. - I'm always hungry.

Ooh, looks good.

Y'all expecting somebody?

- I wasn't expecting your husband here for so soon,

but yes, we are expecting someone for you!

- Tonya, what did you do?

- Well, last night, you talked about how sad you were

and how much you missed your family.

- No, no, no, no. No, Tonya, what?

- Cass, what's wrong?

- All I did was call your cousin.

He seemed really happy to hear from me.

- Cousin? Tonya, I don't have a cousin.

- Mm mm mm mm mm. Shoulda gave me your number on the boat.

Excuse me.

What's cooking? Some bacon going on.

- Cos, what the fuck you doing?

- Man, this is good. Damn, lady, you can cook.

- Come on, man. We gotta go.

- Damn.

* One time, let me see you dance *

* Ah, that two time, let me see you dance *

* Hit 'em with the three time, let me see you dance *

* Ah, that four time, let me see you dance *

* And bring you around again *

* Yeah *

* Yeah *

* Yeah *

* Yeah *

* Yeah, one time, let see you dance *

* Ah, that two time, let me see you dance *

* Hit 'em with the three time *

* Let me see you dance *

* Ah, that four time *

- Harwin, what is it that you think you're doing?

- Come on, Joy! We just dancing!

That's what we supposed to be here for!

- Okay, well, you need to be dancing with your wife,

and missy, why are you even dancing with him

when you know he's married?

- If he doesn't mind washing off.

* Yeah *

* Yeah *

* Yeah *

- Here we go. Fire, let me just-

- Hey, baby. You all right?

- Oh, come on now, Fire.

Don't come over here bullshitting. We just dancing!

- Jane, you wanna do more than just dance with my husband,

don't you?

It's all good. You can admit it.

- You wanna fuck him. - You know what?

Let me make this easy for y'all.

Harwin, give me your wedding ring.

- Ain't finna give you my damn wedding ring!

- Okay, Fire, that's enough. Let's go.

- Ma, I'm trying to be nice. Let me do this.

Harwin, you wanna have sex or do you wanna get shot?

Yeah, give me your fucking wedding ring,

or this nice me is gonna turn into a not so nice me

and shoot one of us in the fucking forehead,

and I promise you that one of us won't be me.

Okay, Jane. Just like that, he's no longer married.

So you can have hard one for one night

and I do mean one night only, but first,

all you got to do is admit that you want him.

- I want him.

Girl, fuck him!

- Open your hand. - Fire, what you gonna do?

Shoot me in front of the whole town?

- Open your fucking hand!

Don't you ever take your wedding ring off.

- But, baby, you told-

- You heard what I said, Harwin!

Now come dance with your wife.

Don't you ever take your fucking wedding ring off.

- But you told me to.

- You heard what I said, Harwin.

- I love your crazy ass.

- Bye, y'all. All right.

What the fuck?

Who the fuck?

- As soon as I get healthy, I'll get out of your way.

Out of my way? Harper, what does that even mean?

Baby, this is your home, too.

You can stay here as long as you want.

I'm your mother, and despite what you may think,

I love you, okay?

I'm gonna just go get the bed ready.

- I would really love to stay

in the big house if that's okay with you.

- The big house?

Harper, you'd be basically sleeping outside.

- It's either that or the stables.

- All right.

If that's what you want, I'm not gonna argue with you.

Baby.

What happened? - Nothing.

- So you come to our house practically half dead.

You got scars and bullet wounds all over your body,

and you actually want me to believe that nothing happened?

- Let's just say I'm just as much as of a fuck up today

as I was as the last time you saw me.

- Listen to me, okay?

You are not and you never have been a fuck up.

You understand?

I'm gonna go and get the bed ready in the big house, okay?

- Okay.

- Hey, baby.

Hold on, where the kids? They asleep?

- No, they're playing in the big house.

So now Mommy and Daddy can play.

- You said they in the big house?

- Yeah. So now we can play.

So we can get back to- - Shit!

Baby, what's wrong?

- I'm sorry, Lem.

We can put the blood back inside your body. You'll be okay.

Oh my God!

Oh no! Oh no!

Oh no! My baby!

Oh my God, no!

Wake up! Baby, wake up, wake up!

Wake him up! Wake him up!

Wake him up!

* Da da da da da, da da da da da da, da da da da da *

* Da da da da da, da da da da da da, da da da da da *

- Where the fuck she at? - Girl, watch your mouth!

- Listen, Ma, outta all the places,

I can't believe she had the nerve to come back here,

and then you said she been shot?

- It is too early for this. - She could be a fugitive!

You need to call the police!

- Fire, I'm not calling the police on my own daughter.

- Well, what you gonna do? What you gonna do, Ma?

She can't stay here! - And why not?

Because the one thing I know about my sister

is that she's dangerous to herself

and to everybody around her!

- Fire, this is her home, too!

- No it's not! Ma, she ruined our family!

Don't you remember? - She is my daughter,

and regardless of what may have happened,

I love her unconditionally.

Do you understand me? I'm not going through this with you.

Now what you gonna do

is you're gonna take her this breakfast,

and do not start an argument with her.

Do you understand me? She's been through enough.

- Yeah, well, so have we.

- What do you do for a living?

- I'm an arms dealer. - You sell guns to people?

- Amongst various other weapons.

- Is that even legal?

- Most of the time. What's going on, sweetheart?

- I'm trying to figure out if I love you or if I hate you.

On one hand, I'm trying to love you

because I know that's what my mother would've wanted,

but on the other hand, I hate you

because something you did took her away from me.

- I can respect that.

You know, when you're looking for answers,

you'll question everything, who to trust,

who to love, who to harm.

You got anger inside of you, sweetheart,

one that you will not be able to control

until all your questions are answered.

- Well, how did it go?

- She pulled a fucking gun on me!

- Wait, what? - Yeah.

So I guess it's just like old times, huh?

What's your name, beautiful?

- Now that John Mayer.

I wouldn't put my hand out like that if I were you.

Probably put my hand out to the side.

Otherwise, might bite your hand off. My name is-

I ain't never seen a woman hurt so bad

and look so good at the same time.

- Who the fuck are you?

- Tried tell you over there by them horses is who I am.

I'm Vincent.

- You're one of the ranch hands.

- Yes ma'am. Your mother pays me to do many things.

Does she pay you to spy on her guests, too?

- But you just ain't any old guest now.

You her daughter. Harper, right?

The daughter that no one wants to talk about.

- Can I help you with something?

- No, no, no. I'm just getting these here supplies.

- Well, next time, schedule a time.

You never know what I might be doing in here.

- So there's gonna be a next time.

I look forward to it, Harper.

- Hey! You can't ride her!

Fire, no! - It's okay.

Mama Joy, Mama Joy.

She say she ain't gonna to do nothing crazy, all right?

Now let 'em work it out.

- Why not? Because he too wild and he don't listen.

You know, kind of like you. - He likes me.

- Girl, everybody likes you till you decide to kill 'em.

- What do you want from me, Fire?

- What do I want from you?

What I want is to go back to the day

that you picked up my daddy's gun and you shot Lem Junior,

that you murdered our fucking brother!

- I'm not doing this with you.

- Bitch, don't walk away from me.

Fight me! Fight back, bitch!

Fight me! - Hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey! - Fight me back, bitch!

Fight back! - Yo, man. Move your ass, man.

Move. - Nah, fuck you, man.

- Get the fuck off me! - Move yo ass, man.

- Let her hit me! If that's what she needs, I deserve it!

I shot Lem Junior, and Daddy hung himself because of me!

Let her hit me! Let her hit me!

- Get in the house! Get in the house, both of you!

Get in the house! Get in the house, both of you!

Get in the house!

Talk, dammit!

- I already said what I had to say.

- Oh really? And what about you, Harper?

- She hates me! - She does not hate you!

- Don't speak for me ma. - You hate me, too!

You tried to forgive me for what I've done to this family,

but I see the way you look at me.

Every breath I take reminds you of the son you had to bury

and the husband you found hanging from the tree

because he couldn't live with the fact

that he left his guns out

to where his children could touch it,

even though he told us over

and over again never to touch his guns!

- The one time, the one time he forgot to put his guns away.

- Don't blame my daddy for this!

We told you not to touch the fucking gun!

You don't fucking listen!

That's your problem! - Fire! Stop it!

Stop! Stop it!

She was 10 years old!

You really wanna blame a 10 year old for playing?

Baby, that's what 10 year olds do!

- Wait, so you blaming my daddy for this, too?

- Baby, no, I don't blame him, but he did!

Baby, your father knew if he had just remembered

to put the fucking gun away,

Harper wouldn't have shot you,

and she wouldn't have killed Lem Junior either!

Baby, that's his truth, and you know what?

That's the truth that I have had to live with without him!

Harper, baby, when I look at you, baby,

I do not see your actions or the pain that you caused.

Baby, I see your parents' failure

to take care of their children.

Baby, I still see me unable to help you heal.

Baby, do you get that? Do you?

- Woo!

- You ready, old man? - Old man?

Kid, I'm in the best shape of my life.

- Call it then.

- All right, on your marks, get set, go!

Come on! You're taking so long.

Let me give you some help. There you go.

Thank you.

- Hey, me and First got some business to tend to.

- What's wrong? - Everything's fine.

You just keep swimming. You could use the practice.

What's up, man?

- Paisley sure is growing in to be a beautiful young woman.

God, man.

Remember it was like yesterday, she was just a baby,

y'all bringing her home from the hospital,

and I remember you telling me that

was the happiest day of your life.

- Yeah, then I went to work.

Never thought about her again

till I found out her mother was murdered.

You know, she scares me.

- Paisley? - Yeah.

- Why?

- Because she knows exactly who I am and what I do.

You know, I've tried to hide myself from her

for many years just to find out she don't even care

about who I am or what I do.

She loves me unconditionally.

That's a good thing, right?

- It's everything.

- Lion. What's wrong?

- She's alive. - Who's alive?

- The assassin that murdered my daughter's mother,

the woman that we hired to kill Cass.

- We killed her, remember?

Literally stabbed her in the back.

You shot her four times,

once in the head just to make sure of it.

- But did we make sure?

- We threw her in the fucking lake, Lion.

Nothing in this world could have saved that woman

for what we did to her.

- Would you say the same thing about Cass?

We did whole lot to her as well.

Lo and behold,

some good Samaritan gave our boy Cousin a call saying

that she's doing just fine, recovering in her home.

I can't believe they thought Cousin was her cousin.

If it wasn't for that phone call,

Cass would still be alive to this day.

- So what do you wanna do?

- I'm thinking,

what if our good Samaritans saved two women that night

instead of one?

Assassin's still alive.

* I've made a mess *

* All good things end *

* All good things end *

* All good things end *

* And I don't play pretend to stay in my forever *

* When we both know we would never have made amends *

* I've made amends *

* I've made amends *

* I've made amends *

- So what if you're right and assassin is still alive?

So what? Life is good.

You finally have a relationship with your daughter,

and business is booming. - I can't sleep, First.

I have to see the assassin's dead body for myself.

- The assassin is at the bottom of the lake.

- No she's not. If she was, I could feel it.

And she's not at some random person's house

being taken care of neither.

That woman went home.

Find out where home is at and bring her to me.

- What if she's not there? - Well, then ask around.

Threaten but don't hurt anybody.

I don't need any more innocent bodies to die.

All we have to do is threaten the right person.

We don't have to worry about looking for Harper no more.

She'll come looking for us.

- Damn, little sis. That's a lot of anger.

- I don't time for your bullshit right now, Fire.

You want me to be punished for what I did to this family?

Well, congratulations.

- Mama said when they found you

that you was shot four times and stabbed once.

She said you was damn near dead when they found you.

- What do you want from me, Fire? You want me to hurt?

Well, I'm hurting! Man, I dunno what else to give you!

- Forgiveness would be nice. - What?

- Mama was right.

This whole time,

I've been blaming a 10 year old for being a 10 year old.

Me and Lem Junior were the oldest,

and we knew Daddy's gun was over there and we still left it,

knowing that you would probably go over there

and play with it.

I had forgotten about that until recently.

Listen, I'm not mad at you, Harper.

I'm angry at the two people

that I'm not even allowed to be angry at.

Lem Junior was my best friend, and I miss him,

I miss my daddy, and I miss you.

- Hey! What are you two up to? - Nothing.

Just about to go teach her how to ride John Mayer.

- Okay, now John Mayer's a wild one, so you two be careful.

- Yes, ma'am. - Don't worry, Ma.

I won't let nothing happen to my little sister.

- Man, come on, man! Fuck!

Come on! Shit!

Yeah, I'm gonna get your ass. Fucking get your ass, bro.

Oh, fuck. Pizza.

Better be the right fucking pizza.

* Dun dun, dun dun dun dun *

* Dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun *

* Dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun *

* I'm gonna get me some pizza *

* I'm gonna get some pizza, dun dun dun *

Who is it?

It's Uber Eats with your pizza!

- Ah, you better.

You know you guys gave me the wrong-

Oh shit!

It's him.

- It, it's who? I'm me!

Who's him?

- Yeah, it's him. - Wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait!

Louie Left Shoes.

You leave my queen alone!

- My name is First.

I'm the lead negotiator for Caldwell Firearms.

- Leave Benjamin alone! - He doesn't like strangers!

- I imagine you already know that, though, don't you?

You do recognize my voice, don't you? You ought to.

We had multiple conversations over the last two weeks,

negotiating terms for an assassin we hired

from the Sin Company, a company in which you work for.

Sin Company? I don't know what you talking about.

I, I play video games.

- Yeah. I was hoping you were gonna say that.

- Wait, what are you doing? Wait.

Wait, wait, wait! Wait!

Wait, wait!

Louie. Come on now, Louie.

Stay with me.

When I tell you I'm a negotiator,

there's something about that I believe you need

to understand.

If I'm talking to you, it does not mean that I like you.

It means I'm excited we get to kill you.

Now, you might have one option to prevent your death,

but you better start talking to me and convince me

that everything coming outta your mouth is the truth.

- What do you wanna know? - That woman we hired

from your company, where is she?

- That was over a couple of months ago.

You, you have to gimme more than that!

No, no. Wait, wait!

Dude, my face is broken! - Louie!

We're not asking again. - I'm not trying to stall!

I'm just confused!

You, you talking about a woman that you,

that you apparently killed!

Unless you didn't kill her.

But that doesn't make any sense

because that's the whole part of the program.

You, you hire one of my assassins

to take out someone that you can't take out.

It is basically a suicide mission. We had a fucking deal!

Shit, what the fuck is your problem?

- Louie, we believe she's still alive.

See, well, that may be our problem.

- That's crazy. Y'all wrong for that.

- You did it to yourself. Y'all are funny.

- Harper.

Now, I know you didn't wanna talk about this before,

but baby, we really need to know what happened to you

for our own safety.

- Harper, who tried to kill you?

- It doesn't matter. - We're not judging you,

but we need to know what happened to you.

We need to know exactly

how much protection we're gonna need.

So you're gonna have to tell us something.

- Right.

- All right, fine.

After I left home, okay,

I wandered around the world with no direction.

I didn't know where I was. I didn't know where I was going.

All I knew was that I was angry,

and somehow I stumbled upon this underground fight scene.

I was hungry, I needed the money,

but most importantly, I wanted to fight.

- But you're not even a fighter like that.

- I needed to fight! So I stepped up!

The lady across from me was gigantic!

She was probably twice my size.

She hit me in the face so hard, I thought she broke it.

I had to have been unconscious

for at least a couple of minutes,

and next thing I know, I wake up in this laboratory

with this man named Mike in my face,

asking me all these questions about who I am

and where I'm from and if I know anybody

that cares about me. - And you told him no.

- He told me he knew a way for me

to make a whole lot of money

by releasing a whole lot of anger.

- By doing what? - He took me to this facility

where there was a whole lot of people like me,

late teens, no family, and a whole lot of anger.

They trained us to fight.

They taught us how to be weapons specialists.

They trained us how to be assassins.

* There is a paradise *

- It's this one?

* And if you go *

- Say, boss. I just got off the phone with First.

They found their assassin.

* All the pleasure that you attain *

- What out, watch out, watch out, watch out.

- You still watching this disrespectful ass heifer, huh?

- Baby, come on now. Fire!

* There is a paradise *

* And if you go *

- Don't be mad. I understand, okay?

- Oh my God, every time we throw a party,

they get into a fight and then go home and have sex.

It's kind of like their marriage counseling, I think?

- That's different.

- Goodnight.

- You get home safe now, all right?

- What you talking about? - Is everything all right?

- Everything's great.

I just came back so I can stay the night with my sister.

Is that all right with you?

- Aw.

* There is a paradise *

This Texas freaking air is so freaking hot.

You're still here.

I figured you need help cleaning.

Come on, come on.

- That could wait till morning.

- Go, go, go.

- Let me go!

- Get your hands off my fucking mama!

Come on, come on, come on!

- It's okay to be a monster. It's okay to be a monster.

It's time to be a monster.

Go be a monster.

- She not here, boss.

- She's probably somewhere on this property. Find her.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on!

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on!

- My associates and I are looking

for someone you probably don't want us to find.

- The person that you're looking for is not here.

- Hmm.

- No.

- Mom, run!

- You got heart, I give you that,

but I'm done fucking around with your ass.

Now where is she?

- Fuck you.

- No, no!

- You're Joy Jennings, right? This your ranch?

All we wanted was Harper! You could've just given her to us!

We'd have taken her outta here!

All this running around bullshit is unnecessary!

Now you gotta fucking die, Joy!

Sorry to say, but now you're gonna die!

- Well, well, well. Well, if it ain't Robo Bitch.

You ready to die?

I done already stabbed you in your back.

You don't think I won't shoot you in your front?

- John Mayer, come on.

- First, hang in there, man.

that shot, my boy.

I know what you need.

You need some gummy bears. I got you.

Right, now don't be kissing all on me, goddamn.

Now look, it's, it's $200 for one thing.

Okay, I, I, I'll pay that.

And now it's 1,000 for, for that other thing.

- Okay, fine. - I, I, I'll pay that.

Why this house so goddamn nasty?

I hope your bottoms ain't nasty.

Don't worry about that!

Sit your motherfuckin' ass down.

Now look, it's $2,000 for everything, okay?

- How much is it for the whole night?

'Cause I love to take my time.

- So do I.

- Holy shit. You are alive.

- Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh. Mm-mm.

Nope, mm-mm, don't do that. What's your name, sweetheart?

- Gonja.

- Here's what's gonna happen, okay?

Gonja, I'm gonna need you to bury your face right

between Louie's legs for me, okay?

Just for a minute. - You mean like there?

- Like right there.

Now Louie, I need answers.

Now if you supply me with those answers,

from the looks of it,

you're gonna have yourself a pretty great night.

If I feel like you're lying to me, well,

then I guess you'll go out like a true player

and die with a beautiful woman right between your legs.

Yes, Gonja. - What about me?

Because my name is Gonja,

and I ain't gonna, I ain't gonna say nothing.

I swear! I promise! - Oh, you'll be fine.

Maybe a little blood or brain matter in your hair,

but nothing the right shampoo can't fix.

Now tell me everything I need to know

about the man who hired me.

- Oh, I can tell you or you can read it for yourself.

You see, I do an extensive background

on all my potential clients.

I have my records, well,

most of my records in the safe right there,

but I'm gonna have to get up and get it.

- Well get on up, James Brown. Gonja, keep your head down.

- This is some bullshit. - Sh, shut the fuck up!

- Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh. Nope, don't do that.

You touch the gun, you die.

I wouldn't even think of it.

The man who hired you, his name is First,

no last name on record, just First.

He's a fixer who works for a man named Lion Caldwell.

Lion Caldwell is the owner and CEO of Caldwell Firearms.

This Lion Caldwell guy will not rest

until he sees death in your eyes!

- Please, please, please, please, please, please,

please, please, please, please, please, please.

Please, please, please, please, please, please.

- Nigga, what in the hell is it you got going on over here?

These bad bitches with guns!

The house fucking nasty and your dick stank!

There's too much going the fuck on!

- Come on. Come on.

Let's go. - What's going on?

- It don't matter. Just come on.

- What's going on? - It don't matter. Come on.

Stupid bitch!

Come in my motherfucking house.

Stupid bitch!

Stupid! Come in my motherfucking house.

- Your mother was never meant to die.

I'm sorry.

* After all it's 'cause you're my best friend *

* And I can say I know your story *

* Of broken hearts and us playing pretend *

* Break me, break me down, down *

* Break me, break me down *

* Break me, break me down, down *

* Break me, break me down, down *

* Oh, break me down, make it work again *

* After all it's 'cause you're my best friend *

* And I can say I know your story *

* Of broken hearts *