Original subtitles

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Viewer discretion is advised.

- Previously on "Average Joe."

- Let go! - Let them go!

- Hey, hey. [electricity crackles]

[tense music]

- You think I won't fuck you up

for what the fuck you did to my life?

- You could have gone to the cops, but you didn't.

You could've taken the 100 grand from the safe,

but you didn't.

You're just like me.

- Let go of me.

[blade scrapes] - [groans]

- You OK?

Look, you're gonna go to a place called R J's Cove.

You're gonna talk to a woman called Amahle.

Tell her that Joe needs help.

- Oh, baby! I knew you would come for me.

- If you want to leave, then follow me

and just shut the fuck up.

- Leon! - [grunts]

♪ ♪

- Last chance before I kill them all.

Where is my heroin?

[DMX's "Who We Be"]

- ♪ Uh, yeah, another one of those ♪

♪ This is for my nigga Q ♪

♪ Down to earth joints ♪

♪ Rest in peace, baby ♪

♪ You know how we roll ♪

♪ There's so many that don't know ♪

♪ What they don't know is the bullshit, the drama ♪

♪ The guns, the armor

♪ The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama ♪

♪ The projects, the drugs, the children, the thugs ♪

♪ The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs, ♪

♪ The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins ♪

♪ The heartbroken mothers, it happens too often ♪

♪ The snakes, the grass too long to see ♪

♪ The lawnmower sitting right next to the tree ♪

♪ They don't know who we be ♪

♪ They don't know ♪

♪ Who we--♪

[door slams]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[dog barks]

♪ ♪

- Imani, is that you?

Oh, Teddy, you scared me.

I'm glad you're here.

- What did you tell Imani?

- What do you mean, Teddy?

- What did you tell Imani about my son?

- Your son.

Joe.

I heard you talking about him on the phone.

I wrote it all down.

I'd prefer it if you read it.

[paper crumples]

- Who the hell do you think you are?

- Who am I?

Who the hell are you, Teddy?

I have given you everything.

And you give me nothing.

I am done.

We are done.

It is over.

I do not love you.

- You don't know how good you have it.

I could have chosen any woman in this country,

but I chose you.

- [scoffs]

- You don't leave me, bitch.

I leave you.

♪ ♪

- Get out of my house.

- [laughs]

Oh.

Oh, J.

♪ ♪

You think this is your fucking house?

- Get out of my house

before I call the police and tell them exactly what you are.

- What am I, Jamila?

- You are a thief.

You are a drug dealer.

- Who have you spoken to?

Tell me.

- I'm going to call the police.

And I hope that you spend the rest of your miserable life

in prison.

[gunshot]

[casing clinks]

[heart pounding]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

[exhales deeply]

[engine turns over]

[DMX's "Who We Be"]

- ♪ They don't know ♪

- Fuck.

- ♪ Who we be ♪

♪ They don't know ♪

♪ Who we be ♪

♪ What we seeing is the streets, the cops ♪

[tense music]

- Uh-huh, coming out.

- [speaks language] Sipho would like to have a word.

♪ ♪

[birds singing]

[soft suspenseful music]

- It's impressive, the amount of pain you can endure, Joseph.

You're very much like your father.

- I ain't nothing like that motherfucker.

- Oh, yes, you are.

[water dripping]

Otherwise you would not be here.

Your father is a thief.

That makes you one.

Same for the girl.

This country's history is defined by thieves.

The Boers, white Afrikaners and their apartheid,

which led to three centuries of white supremacy

over the Black people of this country,

the dispossession of our land,

the exploitation of Blacks as labor.

Your great-great-grandfather might have stood right here

fighting, perhaps even dying,

for what was being taken from him.

And yet, here you are, simple thieves,

continuing to move forward their resolution,

preventing me,

me, from fulfilling my destiny.

- Your destiny?

Your destiny as defined by who?

- The Father.

My Father.

Our Father.

- Who art in heaven?

- Yes.

- [scoffs softly]

- I will lead our people, Joseph.

As is ordained by God.

- OK.

OK.

Uh, I'm starting to wrap my mind around your bullshit.

You...

you like one of those, uh, collection plate niggas.

You know, false prophet motherfuckers

who bend God into your narrative

to make it sound legit.

You're not original.

There's thousands of you, millions of you back at home.

Yeah, $9.99 and salvation's yours.

[chuckles]

[coughs]

♪ ♪

But you're doing it with dope.

That's why you need the H back so bad.

Sell it, kill your people some more,

rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat.

Now you got enough money to just swoop in and play savior.

♪

You're doing more damage to your people

than any of them white motherfuckers

you claim you hate so much.

♪ ♪

Hell...

you might be the whitest nigga I ever met in my life.

- [laughs] You--

you funny Americans.

A white nigga. [laughs]

- Just kill me and get it over with.

- [laughs]

- Motherfucker, you.

[Imani gasps]

- [groans]

- Funny American, huh?

- Stop! Stop! Enough, please!

Enough! - [coughing]

- Where is my heroin?

- Please.

Tell him, tell him.

Tell him what he wants to know, please.

Look, he's already killed Mom and he's gonna kill Joe next.

Please.

- Oh.

[laughs]

What a tangled web we weave.

You don't know this man at all, do you?

You-- you think I killed your mother?

- I know you did.

- No.

No, child, no.

This man, your father, he killed your mother.

- [scoffs] You're such a liar, Sipho.

- Of all the things to lie about, why would I choose this?

My men were there.

Your father came home.

Your mother was going to call the police on him.

Your father shot your mother in the head.

Tell her, Teddy.

Tell your daughter I am lying.

- I'ma kill you, motherfucker.

- Daddy, look at me.

Look at me!

♪ ♪

[shuddering] No, no.

I--I hate you.

♪ ♪

I fucking hate you!

I hate you!

I fucking-- I fucking hate you.

- Mm.

♪

- [sighs]

♪

I know what you thinking.

I did this for us.

And I know you mad, but we gonna get through this.

Leon.

Fine.

You know what?

Sit over there with your little pouty face on in the corner.

I'm gonna get us the fuck up out of here

because I'm not dying in this musky-ass castle.

[door rattling]

Shit!

[banging and grunting]

- It's a lev-- it's a level bolt!

It's not going anywhere.

- Well, look who's being all helpful and chatty

and full of hardware knowledge.

- You tried to sell Imani to a psychopath

bent on torturing her.

How could you betray us like that, Cat?

- For the last time!

Leon, Joe and Imani are not a part of us!

We are, you and me!

And I know you feel the same way

because you came to save me.

I know you love me.

- God damn it! No!

I do not. - You do.

- And if they don't kill us first, I want a divorce.

- No, you don't.

- Yes, I do.

- Fine.

You can get us out of here

before Sipho chops our heads off

or feeds us to his fucking lion, then fine!

We can go and get a big, fat fucking divorce.

Would that make you happy?

- Completely! [door opens]

- It's time.

- Time for what? - Hey, hey, hey!

[speaks language]

- Is he speaking in tongues? - I don't know.

- Walk.

Walk!

Walk! - Ah.

[tense music]

[birds singing]

♪ ♪

- No, leave me alone!

Leave me alone.

Why are you doing this? Why?

- Detective Akinyemi.

Pleasure to meet you.

I've heard a great deal about you over the years.

- I've heard a lot about you.

I wish our paths had crossed sooner.

- I'm sure you do.

- Where is Imani Washington?

- I want you to know that I bear you no malice.

In fact, I have a great deal of respect

for the men and women that have dedicated their lives

to keeping my people safe from harm.

- Your people? - Mm.

- Your people?

- Mm. No matter what you think of me and my enterprise,

you cannot deny that my grace has been

a benefit to this community.

- I know you.

You and your men and your drugs,

you have destroyed this community.

You have destroyed these families.

Now you are destroying this country.

There is no grace in that.

They say you believe you are a god.

The only reason you have not met Satan face-to-face

is because you are both running in the same direction.

- Better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven.

- Where is Imani Washington?

- Take him to the hilltop and kill him quickly.

He deserves to look on something beautiful

while dying.

- Where is-- where is Imani Washington?

Where is she? Where is Imani Washington?

Where is she? - Hey, hey! [shushes]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Bingo, prepare the throne room,

then kill those two idiot detectives.

- Of course, Sipho.

♪ ♪

[bluesy rock music playing]

♪ ♪

- Um, can I help you?

- I--I don't know.

Um, my friends told me to come here.

They asked me to find an Amahle.

- Who are your friends?

The Americans?

- Yes.

Yes, my--my friends have been captured by Sipho and his men.

They're being held at his castle.

He's going to kill them.

They told me to come here.

They told me that you could help.

- I'm sorry, but your friends were aware of the risk.

And these men and women have already been through enough

at the hands of Sipho.

Go on, sis.

But there's no one here who can help you.

[indistinct chatter]

- Please.

Please help me.

The only family I have left are going to die.

They're going to die the same way

many of your family members have died.

At the hands of Sipho, the hands of a killer.

Please help me end this man.

[somber music]

♪

Please.

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

- You are sangoma?

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Yes.

♪ ♪

- You helped my--

- Your wife.

- Yes.

- I remember her.

- Her soul, it was trapped.

And you helped her travel to that next place.

[peaceful music]

♪

I will fight with you.

♪ ♪

- Sipho's drugs killed my only daughter.

He must die.

I will fight.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- We're going to need weapons.

- Weapons?

[chuckles] Now I can help you.

- Why are you doing this? - Ah-ah-ah. Too many questions.

Come here.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Uh-uh. Uh-uh!

Uh-uh. Come, come, come, come.

- Hold on.

I need to take a piss.

- OK.

- This will all be over soon.

[sighs]

[urine pattering]

[tense music]

[keyboard clicking]

♪ ♪

- Oh, hello, Officer.

♪ ♪

[groaning]

- It's OK, AK.

You'll be with your boy in no time, eh?

[chuckles]

- I told you never to talk about my son again.

- [laughs] Uh-oh.

You know, he cried like a little girl.

- Ah. It's true, eh?

All your boy had to do was mind his own fucking business.

You see, his girlfriend was working for us

moving cocaine around town from time to time.

- He said if we didn't leave her alone,

he was going to tell Daddy about us.

- And we couldn't have that, eh?

So we paid a junkie to stick a knife in him.

- No.

No! - While he was walking home.

- No!

- [labored breathing]

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- No! - Yes, yes. [laughs]

- No. - Let's just do him right here.

- Why not?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[straining and snarling]

♪ ♪

- [groans]

[choking]

♪

- [chuckles]

[shouting]

♪ ♪

- [panicked rasping]

[somber music]

- [panting]

♪ ♪

[Van Wyk choking]

[Akinyemi weeping]

- It's over. He's dead.

Come on. - [sobbing]

- He's dead.

[somber music]

- [panting]

[groans]

♪ ♪

[Akinyemi weeping]

[groans]

- I'm so sorry about what they did to your boy.

- You should go and get your friends.

I can help.

- No, this is my fight.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

- Wait.

Officer--

- Tuchawuski. People call me Touch.

- Akinyemi.

Thank you, Touch.

Thank you.

- Yeah.

♪ ♪

- [grunting]

[knife squelching]

[grunting and squelching]

[blade scraping]

[tense music]

[blade scraping]

♪ ♪

- This--this is how God show that He loved you.

He sent His one and only Son into the world,

that you might live through Him.

Live through Him or die at His hands.

The choice is yours.

Tell me where my heroin is,

and I will kill you all quickly, painlessly.

Continue to lie to me and play these childish games

and I will have no other choice but to butcher you one by one,

piece by piece, keeping your heads as souvenirs.

♪ ♪

So many choices.

Where to begin?

The father?

The son?

The flirty grifter?

The foolish husband?

No.

The daughter, Imani?

Let's start with her.

- No.

- No, no, no, no, no. - Come on.

- No! No.

- No, take me! Take--take-- - No!

- Take me.

- No. - I'm the one you want anyway.

Fucking take me.

- Don't worry, Joseph.

You will get your turn soon enough.

[Imani panting]

They say there is no love

quite like that between a father and his daughter,

but they have not met you, Teddy.

There is no love from you for anybody but yourself.

[Imani whimpering]

But there is love here, hmm?

Between a brother and a sister.

Tell me where my heroin is, Joseph.

- Don't you fucking do it.

- Where?

- Teddy, tell him where the fuck his heroin is.

- Only Joe knows where it is.

- You motherfucker, you.

- Very well.

♪ ♪

- Let go of me!

[Imani panting]

♪ ♪

No! No!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

- No!

No, you motherfuck--fucker! You--I'ma kill you!

- [screaming and panting]

- I'ma fucking kill you, you motherfucker.

- [panting]

- One by one, piece by piece.

Next, the ear.

- [whimpering]

- One last chance, Joseph.

Tell me where my heroin is, please.

- Look, just--

just don't, all right?

Just--just--just don't.

- Very well.

- [muffled screaming]

[gunfire]

- Shit! Shit!

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Fuck, I'm out of ammo.

♪ ♪

Fuck!

- Joe, get her out of here!

Shit.

♪ ♪

- Where's Teddy? - I don't--

Cathy!

♪ ♪

- [non-English speech] - Shit!

Oh, fuck!

[gunshot]

Oh, shit.

♪ ♪

[gunfire]

♪ ♪

Shit.

♪ ♪

- Touch, you all right? - Yeah, I'm good.

Wait, where's Cathy?

- She went after Teddy. - Shit.

OK, look, I'm gonna go find Joe and Imani.

You go find Cathy.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

- Yeah.

Get Cathy.

♪ ♪

- Listen to me. I want you to take this.

I want you to go to the road

and I want you to run and don't look back.

- No.

- And I'll meet you at the gate, OK?

- No. Where are you going? - No, no, no, no.

I have to fucking finish this.

- I'm not leaving you.

- Listen to me.

I got this, OK?

- OK, OK.

- OK? - OK.

♪ ♪

Teddy.

♪ ♪

- Father, give grace unto Your son

who You have sent to guide Your people.

♪ ♪

This is where I was baptized in the blood of my mother.

Where a blanket of the dead tried to suffocate me.

- I wish they had a bigger fucking blanket.

- I would not allow the dead to claim me that day.

I emerged from the tomb that surrounded me,

and with God, the Father's help,

Sipho was born.

[gunshot]

Sipho, king of man.

- You are not a fucking king.

- I am a king.

And one day, very soon, you will bow down to me.

[Sipho snarls]

♪ ♪

[Joe straining]

♪ ♪

[blade clatters]

♪ ♪

- You will bow down to me.

You will bow down to me!

By the grace of the Father!

By the grace of the Father, by the Holy Spirit!

♪ ♪

[Sipho snarls]

♪ ♪

[gunshot and groaning]

[wet squelching]

Bowing as you wish, motherfucker, you.

♪ ♪

[door opens]

- Joe!

Joe.

You good?

[both panting]

[Touch groans]

Jesus, Joe.

- Not quite.

[both chuckle]

- Where's Imani?

- I told her to head for the road

and that I'd meet her at the gate.

- I just came from the road. I didn't see her there.

You think she would have gone back to the castle?

- Shit.

- Shit.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Fuck.

♪ ♪

[gunshot]

[groans] Shit.

- Going somewhere?

- Ow, you bitch.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

We can talk this through.

- The fuck is there to talk about?

You stole my heroin.

- You stole my heroin.

- Where is it?

- It's OK, I--I-- I have it.

- Where?

- It's not far.

- Where? - Hey, look, you know what?

We can be partners.

Both of us get rich.

- Where? [cocks gun]

♪ ♪

[Terry groans] - Did you--did you kill Mom?

- No.

- Please tell me the truth.

Did you kill Mom?

- No. I loved her, like I love you.

I have always loved you both.

But she wants to take me from you.

Shoot her.

Just lift the gun up,

point it at her, pull the trigger.

Go ahead, baby.

Yeah, put it up.

Put it up to her.

♪ ♪

Now pull the trigger, baby.

Pull the trigger.

Pull the trigger if you love me.

- You.

You killed my mother!

- Cathy, shoot the bitch.

And we'll split everything 50/50.

700 kilos.

$84 million.

$42 million for you if you kill Imani right now.

- Dad.

[somber music]

[gasps] - Where?

- It's close.

- Where? - It's in the vineyard.

Kill Imani and I'll take you right there.

- [groans] Did you kill my mother?

- Shoot her. - An address!

- She's gonna ruin it.

- Did you kill my mother?

- Yes! Now will you shut the fuck up?

- [screams]

[gunshot]

- Why the fuck would you do that?

He was gonna give me the heroin!

What the--

- It's OK, it's OK, it's OK.

Everything's over now.

It's all--it's done. It's done.

[somber music]

- I'm gonna fucking kill you.

♪ ♪

- It's over, Cathy.

- Get the fuck out the way, Lee.

- You're gonna have to kill me.

- Don't make me shoot you. I'll fucking do it.

♪ ♪

[Cathy sobs]

- Then do it.

♪ ♪

[weeping]

♪ ♪

- Imani.

- Joe. Joe.

[Imani sobbing]

♪ ♪

He killed my mom.

- He killed mine too.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

[chain clinking]

♪ ♪

[gunshot]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- You will pay an additional 15% for your tardiness.

♪ ♪

[phone line trilling]

- [speaking Pashto]

[scoffs]

[soft suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[birds singing]

[peaceful music]

♪ ♪

- I'm really glad we used her maiden name.

Thank you for this.

- Of course.

♪ ♪

Need some time alone with your mom?

- Yeah.

- OK.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

♪ ♪

Bye, Mama.

♪ ♪

- [grunts and sighs]

[bottles clink] - Yeah. Mm-hmm.

- [sighs] To Jamila.

both: To Jamila.

[seagulls calling]

- Mm.

- Hey, hey, hey.

- What the fuck was that?

- Pouring one out for the dead homies.

- The woman was a housewife, not a fucking gangbanger.

- I like to go old-school with my funeral game.

- OK.

- So what's next for you, Lee?

Going back home?

- Yeah, I'ma head back to the Burgh,

try to give it another go at the hardware store,

see where that takes me.

- Any word from Cathy?

- Um, no.

I thought I'd give her a call, but, um,

think it's time I moved on, you know what I mean?

Start living for myself instead of somebody else.

- Good for you, man. - Yeah.

[bottles clink]

Enough about me. What about you guys?

- Mm.

- Think, uh, Imani and Phyllis is gonna

go on a little road trip.

Touch is gonna make sure that they got everything they need.

- Yeah. They wanted to see where Jamila was born,

kind of learn a little bit more about her past.

- That seems like something. - Yeah.

- And, uh, I'ma hang out here for a few days.

Then, uh, go back home and beg Ange and Jen to come back.

Yeah. - They will.

- Yeah. How can they not love you?

- Fucking Africa.

[laughter] all: Fucking Africa.

- Oh, shit.

- Jeez.

Ladies.

- Yep. [car horn honks]

- Mm, that's me. - Ah.

- [grunts] Joe, give me a call when you get back home?

- Yeah, yeah. - You stay out of trouble, OK?

Pinky promise? - [laughs] You suck for that!

[laughter] - All right.

Take care of this guy.

He's more sensitive than he seems.

- Oh, fuck off.

[laughter] Love you man.

- OK!

Bye, bitches!

[laughter] - Bye.

- We gotta get on the road.

Listen, I'm gonna be here for the rest of the week.

You call me if you need anything.

- I will.

- I love you, buddy.

- Love you too, buddy.

- Hell of a trip.

- Man.

- Hey, we should vacation more together.

- Nah. - It's been interesting.

Yeah, maybe not.

- All right.

Take care of my guy, all right?

- Trust me, I will.

- All right. - [chuckles]

- Mm.

- I'll be right there.

[Joe sighs]

- So you're gonna call me

when you get to where you going, right?

- Yeah, I will.

- OK.

- I love you, Joe.

And I'm really glad you're my brother.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

Love you too, sis.

- [chuckles]

♪ ♪

[Imani whispers inaudibly]

♪ ♪

- Imani.

- Have to go.

♪ ♪

- Let's go. - All right.

[engine turns over]

[peaceful music]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

[seagulls calling]

[exhales deeply]

♪ ♪

[rain pattering]

- Closing the file on the Ziri Coetzee case.

After further investigation, the only connection

between Ziri Coetzee and the Americans is Teddy Washington.

Teddy Washington had business dealings with a Billy G.

Now, Billy G, and Ziri Coetzee were lovers.

Perhaps the young Ziri found out something,

or heard something, that he was not supposed to

between Teddy Washington and Billy G.

Well, further analysis is required on this one.

But it is my conclusion that Teddy Washington

must have hired the sniper that killed Ziri Coetzee.

Oh, South Africa.

OK.

[grunts]

[car horns honking]

Temi.

Temi, I can feel you, my boy.

[car horns honking] Temi, my boy.

[speaking language] Papa is waiting for you.

I can feel you.

[somber music]

Come, my boy.

My boy.

[tense ethereal music]

♪ ♪

[ethereal vocalizing]

♪ ♪

[Akinyemi laughs and shouts]

I love you, my son.

Thank you, my boy.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

[Bell Biv DeVoe's "Poison"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Girl, I must warn you ♪

♪ I sense something strange in my mind ♪

- ♪ Yeah - ♪ Yo, check it out

♪ It's driving me out of my mind ♪

♪ That's why it's hard for me to find ♪

♪ Can't get it out of my head ♪

♪ Miss her, kiss her, love her ♪

♪ That girl is poison ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Never trust a big butt and a smile ♪

♪ That girl is poison ♪

♪ Poison ♪

[music stops]

- No, no.

Teddy, what did you do?

[tense music]

How could you?

Damn.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Fuck.

No.

Oh, fuck you, man.

- Mirror, mirror on the wall.

- Oh.

♪ ♪

[suspenseful dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[birds singing]

♪ ♪

[birds singing]

♪ ♪

Hello?

Anyone here?

[lock clatters on floor]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[suspenseful upbeat music]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

♪ ♪

Yeah.

♪

[bassy hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

♪ ♪

[gasps]

♪ ♪

[gold bar clanks]

So fucking heavy.

♪ ♪

So beautiful.

♪ ♪

What the f--

♪ ♪

- Put my shit down.

And put your hands up.

Hey, Joe.

Oh, don't even think about it.

It's way too far. You're too slow.

I fucking knew Teddy was gonna find a way

to lead you to his stash.

[laughs] I fucking knew it.

Yeah, ah-ah-ah.

Keep those fucking hands up.

Look, I'm sorry it has to end like this, Joe,

but I gotta get what's mine.

I'll see you on the other side.

- How'd you find me?

- Something your daddy said.

Just before your sister blew his head off.

The heroin is close.

It's in a vineyard.

So I googled every vineyard in Cape Town

within a hundred miles and I found this one.

Swart en Goud.

Translates to black and gold.

Steelers colors.

Well, I knew this had to be the one.

- Fucking Teddy.

- More like, fuck Teddy.

- You know, Leon called me right after you left.

Told me to keep my head on a swivel

because you just weren't gonna give up shit.

- Seems like you should have listened to him.

- He did.

Hey, honey.

You miss me?

- Yeah.

Walk away, Leon.

I don't want to hurt you.

[gun cocks]

- And we don't want to hurt you.

[tense music]

- [laughs]

What the fuck is this?

- When I found Teddy's last clue,

which was in the compass, by the way.

- No shit. - Fucking Teddy.

- Compass. - Fucking Teddy.

- I called Leon and Touch and told them to have my back

because we all knew that Cathy would never change her spots.

- No doubt. And here she is, right on time.

♪ ♪

- Fellas, put your guns down.

- She puts hers down, we put ours down.

That's the deal.

- Nah, it's cool.

Put your guns down.

♪ ♪

You can put them down.

♪ ♪

Now you can shoot me, but then Touch shoots you.

- Fucking-A right, I will.

- Or you could put your gun down

and we could talk business.

- Business?

What kind of business?

- Business.

But you gotta put your gun down first.

- [sighs]

OK.

I'm listening.

- Here's my offer.

Leon, Touch, and I take the gold and the money,

and we split it.

- What about the, uh--

- I get the Aston.

- Yeah, sure. That's cool.

- OK.

So you all split the gold, the money, a car.

What the fuck do I get?

- [scoffs]

The heroin.

You get the heroin

and do whatever the fuck you want to do with it.

See, Leon, Touch, and I, we--

we aren't drug dealers.

We never will be.

But you, you're good as hell at that criminal shit.

[chuckles]

- Thanks, Joe.

- Yeah.

So that's the deal.

We get the gold and the money, you get the heroin.

And we leave and our paths never cross again.

- Are you sure this is a good idea?

- It's a great idea. Shut the fuck up.

- It's putting a lot of dope on the streets, Joe.

- Exactly, which I'ma take care of.

You got the money, the gold.

Everybody's happy, man.

This ain't even your business no more.

- Either all of us are doing this,

or none of us are doing this.

- [sighs] Yeah.

- [sighs]

- So how's it gonna be?

Deal...

or no deal?

[soft upbeat music]

- You know it's a fucking deal.

♪ ♪

- Well, all right then.

[upbeat music]

- [laughs]

Shit.

- Fuck.

- Ooh. - We're rich as shit.

[peaceful music]

Oh, Touch, we're rich.

[laughs]

- Fuck.

[laughs] Yeah.

♪ ♪

- Fuck me. Bring the Riv inside.

We'll split the gold and the money

between the Riv and Aston. - OK.

Should I just drive the-- - I'll drive the Aston.

- Yeah, that's cool.

That's fine. - Yeah, yeah.

[phone ringing]

- The fuck?

[gasps and laughs]

- [gasps] Touch.

[laughter]

♪ ♪

Ange, hey, you're never gonna believe what I found.

We just found--

♪

Ange?

- Joseph Washington.

My men have your wife, Angela, and your daughter, Jennifer.

They're all listening on her phone right now.

I'm sure you're checking with the FBI agent

who was guarding them.

He won't be answering the phone because, well, he's dead.

[tense music]

- Fucking voicemail.

- Who the fuck is this?

- Let's just say I represent the rightful owners

of the heroin you stole.

- I ain't stole shit.

- Then you have no reason not to tell me where it is.

- Put my--put my fucking wife on the phone now.

- Of course.

Just give me the exact location of our heroin

and I'll arrange a reunion.

If not, I'm afraid your wife and daughter will have to die.

Right here, right now.

- Put my fucking family on the phone now!

- Daddy. - Jen.

J-J-Jen, are you OK?

You OK?

- That is completely up to you, Joseph.

The location of our heroin, now.

♪ ♪

[cocks gun]

- Whoa, hey.

- Don't fucking do it, Joe.

- Put that fucking gun down, Cathy.

- Do not tell her.

- Joseph...

The location, or else your daughter dies.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- You hurt her and I will hunt you down and kill you,

you bitch.

- Very well.

I look forward to meeting you, Joe.

Kill the wife and daughter.

[screaming]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[body thuds] [Joe gasps]