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♪ Yeah ♪

♪ It's gonna kill me ♪♪

Nice car.

Sweet!

Done.

Nice.

Hey.

Ow! You little maggot!

Hey! Hey, you get back here!

What do you think you're doing?

- Hey, is this your kid? - Yeah.

Take a look at his hands.

- You're gonna find the valve caps to my '59 Caddy. - Is that true, Jesse?

How many times have I told you to stop stealing parts of people's cars?

Look at me!

Go on inside. Go!

I'm really sorry about this.

You know how kids can be.

That's all right. No harm done.

- So where are you from? I've never seen you before. - Just sort of passing through.

I remember saying that very same thing.

That was about four years ago. Heh, heh. You from L.A.?

No, ma'am. Jersey City mostly.

What's with this ma'am stuff?

Am I looking that old already?

- No, ma'am. - Ha!

- There you go again. - I'm just playing around.

Mm-hm.

I'm Cybil Waingrow.

Well, very nice name.

Well, that's Cybil with a C, not Sybil with an S.

Really?

Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Cybil, with or without a C.

It's nice to meet you. You drink coffee?

- That's a start. - You got any money?

Heh.

Wow. Jersey's like 3000 miles from here.

Mom, can I have a Coke or something?

- Jesse, can't you see I'm talking here? - But, Mom, why can't--?

Sweetie, I didn't bring my purse with me.

Hey, hang on a second.

Here.

Go get yourself whatever you want.

Wow, 5 bucks. Thanks, mister.

- Hey, Dorth. - Yeah, Jesse?

- You like kids? - Uh...

Not much the fathering type,

- tell you the truth. - No?

Austin, my ex,

named him after Jesse James, the bank robber.

- A hell of a role model. - That's what I said.

I have 5 bucks.

- Mm-mm. - So where's Daddy now?

I don't know. It's hard to keep track after a while, you know? When you write them and they don't write you back. Heh.

- Who cares, anyhow? - Heh, heh.

Not me.

Wow, you must think I'm some cheap date, huh?

Yeah. No, sir. No, sir. I don't know how you city folks work,

but around here, it takes a hell of a lot more than a cup of coffee

and a plate of chow

to get a sophisticated woman like me into the sack.

That's for damn sure.

Mm. You sure do make that cigarette look good.

- And you make that dress look good. - You're so sweet.

Oh, God.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Okay. Okay, wait.

- Wait. Yeah. - Yeah. Yeah.

- Oh, good. - Yeah. Yeah. Oh, yeah!

Oh, hey.

Do I owe you anything?

You know, like...?

I didn't mean to offend, I just...

Look, I haven't been with a woman in a really long time, okay?

- Right. - No, I'm serious.

Like five-and-a-half-years serious, you know what I mean?

Oh, my God.

You just got out!

Well, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Well, I guess we're even.

Hey, wait a minute.

Michael, you don't offer a woman money if it's been nice.

You give her flowers or chocolate or something.

You know what I mean?

Hey, Murph!

This must be our singer.

Yeah. Because we know you can't sing.

Yeah, but I play a mean guitar.

Mike.

Hey, man. You're looking...

- Yeah. - You look good.

- You feel good? - Yeah.

- Enjoying your freedom? - Ain't free yet.

Come on, Mike. It's a whole lot better than that cage we shared.

Big sky.

Lots of space.

Not enough water.

Not enough water. It's always gonna be something with you, Mike.

Well, you know me.

Who's the kid?

I don't know.

Looks like he knows you.

Murph, just because that kid's packing heat,

doesn't make him my partner.

That's right.

I'm your partner.

- You ready to play? - Always ready to play, Murph.

Hey.

- Hey! What's up, Michael? - These your new girlfriends?

What's happening, man?

Franklin. Get in the back.

- Move over, Gus. - I got window, man.

- Move over, Gus. - Great, so I get bitch.

That's nice.

Whoa. What's up?

- Hey, kid. - Yeah?

You ever shoot anybody with them things?

Didn't think so.

Hey, Murphy.

What's the smartest thing ever come out a bitch's mouth?

- What? - Einstein's cock!

That's a good one.

What are you so quiet about?

I told you, I hate the desert.

Yeah, I know, for the second time now.

All right, check it out.

Deathmatch 3000.

In the red corner, Frank Sinatra!

And in the blue corner, Elvis Presley!

All right, I'm not talking about no cartoon shit. The real deal!

Real cats scrapping it out.

Now, who's going down?

Well, the Chairman of the Board and the King are looking mighty mean tonight!

Mighty mean!

I'll tell you, the King lands one right in the Chairman's nuts!

Damn!

- Hot tamale. - There it is, baby.

Oh, but the King slips!

He goes down and Ol' Blue Eyes goes in for the Italian Necktie!

Wah! The King is down!

The King is down. No! No!

Whoa, whoa. Ow!

What the hell's going on, man? Let me know when you're gonna do that.

Who said "the King's down"?

Oh, come on, man.

- Let it go. - Did I say something to you?

Shit.

- Then shut the fuck up. - Yeah.

- So who said "the King is down"? - Come on, man. We were just having a little fun here.

I know. So who said it?

I said it, Murphy.

Don't say it any-fucking-more.

It was just a joke.

Well, it wasn't fucking funny.

Okay.

Sinatra. Fuck Sinatra.

Nobody fucks with the King and nobody ever says he's down.

Hey, Murphy, we all love the King.

That's right.

- Elvis'd beat Sinatra's ass. - That's fucking right.

Hey, what's the best thing about dating homeless girls?

- What? - You can drop them off anywhere. Ha, ha!

Come on, man, let me out. Damn, my ass is all sweaty.

Murph.

Good to see you, Jack.

It's really good to see you.

- Michael. - Hey, Jack, how you doing?

- How's it feel to be out? - You know how it feels.

Yes, I do.

- You got them? - Inside.

- Hey, Franklin. - Yeah?

Stop. You're killing me, man. You're killing me.

Pretty loose group you got there.

Check me out, Franklin. I'm gonna dance.

Dance.

- Rock star! - Bang, bang, bang.

Don't shoot me!

- Dance, fucker! - Don't shoot me!

- They dialed in? - They're good on-stage.

Gonna be some show.

The snakeskin's mine.

I got that one.

That's mine.

- Hey, Michael. - Hey.

Hey, it's good to see you.

- You wanna come in? - No, I can't.

Really, I just wanted to ask you...

Well, you know, maybe for a second or two.

You haven't seen my wallet, by any chance, have you?

- Your wallet? - Yeah, I had it yesterday

when I paid the check at the coffee shop.

I was just backtracking my steps.

No, I haven't seen it.

Jesse. Jesse, get back here.

Jesse, did you take this man's wallet?

Don't shut that door on me. Don't lock it.

He does this all the time. Sorry.

Would you hand me that stepladder over there, please?

Thank you.

Yeah, he's like a ferret.

Takes anything he can get his hands on. And he hides it all...

up here.

♪ --something precious ♪

Sorry about this.

- There was... - Money?

Four hundred and sixty dollars, yeah.

Oh.

Okay.

♪ Open up your mind ♪

♪ Wash away your sorrows ♪

This it?

Just about.

Sorry for all the trouble.

He really isn't a bad kid.

Well, I'm sure he's an angel.

Hey, wait a minute.

- Hey, I can get your money back. - Nah, it's okay.

I mean, it's just 20 bucks. I mean, it's...

How about I'll pay it back to you with another cup of coffee?

♪ If you're looking for trouble ♪

♪ You came to the right place ♪

♪ If you're looking for trouble ♪

♪ Just look right in my face ♪

♪ I was born standing up ♪

♪ And talking back ♪

♪ My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack ♪

♪ Because I'm evil ♪

♪ My middle name is misery ♪

♪ Well, I'm evil ♪

Time to go to work, baby.

Let's do it.

♪ So don't you mess around with me ♪♪

Here we are at the Riviera Hotel and Casino,

and it's International Elvis Week.

♪ It was a night oh oh what a night It was it really was such a night ♪

♪ The moon was bright, oh how bright it was It really was such a night ♪

♪ The night was alight with stars above ♪

♪ Oh, when she kissed me I had to fall in love ♪

I don't know what the big deal is.

I mean, that porker's been dead for 20 years now.

He was a god.

And second, he ain't dead.

We've gone from Rat Pack to Fat Pack.

♪ Just the thought of her lips Sets me afire ♪

♪ I reminisce and I'm filled with desire ♪♪

Murphy.

Ha, ha, ha. Hey!

Long time, no see.

Back off.

Watch yourself, son.

That ain't no way to treat old friends.

I never met you in my life. Be smart and take a fucking walk.

Hey, man, now, come on, don't be cruel.

♪ You are my destiny ♪

♪ You share my reverie ♪

♪ You are my dream come true ♪

Would you?

♪ That's what you are ♪

Thank you.

♪ Sets me afire ♪

♪ I reminisce and I'm filled with desire ♪

♪ But I'd gave my heart to her in sweet surrender ♪

♪ How well I remember, I'll always remember ♪

Honey, doesn't he look marvelous?

♪ What a night It really was such a night ♪

We think you look just marvelous.

Well, thank you, ma'am. Thank you very much.

♪ But I'll never forget the kiss The kiss in the moonlight ♪

- Bye. - Sorry.

♪ Such a night ♪

What's the problem?

Emergency stop on nine.

Probably some couple screwing again.

Do we have visual?

No.

Sir, the camera in car eight is down.

Switch to override. Bring it down for a security check.

Have Security waiting.

All right. Everybody stay cool.

Back up. Back up.

White is light, red is dead.

I'm only gonna say this once, okay?

- Who's listening? - I am. Yeah.

In the corner now.

Get on your knees, put your fucking heads on the ground. What's your problem? What's your problem?

- He's deaf. - Ha-ha-ha!

Well, you're not. Put his head on the fucking ground.

Fifties and hundreds. No cellophane.

Holy shit.

Main booth, scramble Security.

Call Vegas PD. We need backup.

- Shut up. - Shut up!

Let's go.

Come on, Gus.

Come on, Gus!

Let's go, Gus, come on.

- No, Gus, no. - God bless America.

They're coming out. Do not engage on the floor.

Direct them to Section B-41 and intercept there. B-4-1.

♪ We're the B-boys comin' ♪

They're at registration.

Vegas PD en route.

♪ We're the B-boys comin' ♪

Right at VIP.

Let me know if they follow, Hanson.

Station 3, where are you?

♪ Better be on guard For when the B-boys comin' ♪

They're coming.

Nothing's gonna happen here.

Left at dollar slots.

Relax, Gus. They're moving us.

Anyone gets between us and Michael, it's on.

They're in B-41.

Freeze! Hold it right there!

B-41. Everyone we got. Now. Scramble.

♪ Dance to the beat Dance, dance to the beat ♪

Go! Go!

Shit! Give me the fucking camera!

♪ Dance to the beat Because you know who's in charge ♪

♪ Dance to the beat Dance, dance to the beat ♪

♪ Dance to the beat Because you know who's in charge ♪

♪ I don't ♪

♪ I don't ♪

♪ I don't ♪

♪ I don't ♪

♪ While I rocked her so ♪

♪ Came into the party Checked out my face ♪

♪ But you rock and roll lovers get a girl in your face ♪

♪ Cause I came into the party With my sneakers on ♪

♪ Rock microphones All night long ♪

Missed me, bitch!

♪ I don't Love rock 'n' roll ♪

♪ I don't Love rock 'n' roll ♪

♪ Dance to the beat Dance, dance to the beat ♪

♪ Dance to the beat Dance, dance to the beat ♪

♪ Dance to the beat Dance, dance to the beat ♪

♪ Dance to the beat Because you know who's in charge ♪

Come on!

Let's go!

Franklin, let's go!

Come on!

Come on.

Go.

Come on!

Knock them down, Michael!

Move it! Move it!

- Get us out of here, Michael. - Go! Go! Go!

- Let's stop the music, man! - Come on!

- What the fuck? - Let's go! Let's go!

Freeze! Vegas PD!

Get the gun!

Take us up, Mike! Take us up!

Franklin's hit!

Come on, come on. Move, come on!

- Franklin. - Franklin, come on.

- You're gonna make it! - Come on, buddy. Come on.

Come on.

- Pick him up! - Come on! Get him up!

Oh, yeah. Fourteen, 15. One to go.

Clear!

Where the hell is he?

Christ, Murph, what's the deal?

Fuck. He'll be here.

♪ You just slip out the back, Jack ♪

♪ Make a new plan, Stan ♪

♪ You don't need to be coy, Roy ♪

♪ Just listen to me ♪

♪ Hop on the bus, Gus ♪

♪ You don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee ♪

♪ And set yourself free ♪

♪ It was a night, oh, oh what a night It was it really was such a night ♪

♪ Came the dawn and my heart and her love And the night was gone ♪

♪ But I'll never forget the kiss The kiss in the moonlight ♪

♪ How well I remember, I'll always remember ♪

♪ It was it really was such a night When we kissed I had to fall in love ♪

Helicopter!

♪ Gone, yes she's gone ♪

Go, Mike, go!

♪ Came the dawn, dawn, dawn And my love was gone ♪

Let's move!

♪ Before that dawn Yes, before that dawn ♪

♪ And before that dawn ♪

♪ Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh ♪

♪ Such a night ♪♪

Ho-ah-ho-ah-ho!

Yeah!

Ladies and gentlemen, Elvis has left the building.

Come on, hang in there!

- You're gonna make it! - You're gonna be okay, Franklin!

- Son of a bitch! - Hold on, Franklin!

Baby, I don't wanna play guitar anymore.

Hang on, Franklin!

- I'm dying! - Put pressure on it.

You're not dying, man.

- I'm dying! - No, it's okay.

I'm not gonna make it!

- Mama! - Hang on!

- Help me! - Hang on!

It's gonna be all right, man.

No!

Come on, Franklin!

Man.

Is he gonna make it?

Fuck him.

How you doing?

Where's the pisser?

- Nice place you got here. - Yeah, a real shithole.

Gus, give me a hand.

- Oh, yeah. - Whoo!

That's a lot of money.

- Three million two hundred thousand. - Three point two million dollars?

Oh, that's a beautiful thing.

Less Jack's 10 percent.

Right.

Damn.

That's a whole lot of money just to fly a helicopter.

Would you rather we used a hot air balloon?

No.

Or maybe hang gliders? Would you rather we used hang gliders?

I don't know what a hang glider is.

I doubt you know how to fly a fucking helicopter either.

If you ask me, 320 grand's well worth it.

Besides, Jack's taking care of a lot of shit you don't know anything about.

All right. Back to business.

Where's Franklin's pile?

What are you talking about?

Franklin. Anybody remember him?

Yeah, I was there. Franklin's dead.

Right. So where's Franklin's pile?

Well, Murph, we no make him pile.

We split up four ways.

Wrong. Franklin's pile does not get split up.

Sure, I'm good with that.

Bullshit. Wait, so who gets the remaining 15 percent, then?

- Wait, let me take a wild guess. - It was my deal, Hanson.

No, no, no. I want that 15 percent split up four ways.

- You want? - Yeah, I want.

Well, I could give a flying fuck what you want.

A deal is a deal.

Let me put it this way.

That fucking deal died with Franklin. Now, it's time to make a new deal.

That's a commitment, Hanson. I'll give you that.

Fuck it.

We shot everybody in the casino. Let's start shooting each other.

Yeah, come on, you guys. Let's just settle down, all right?

We don't need this.

Gus is right. Let's just keep this simple.

I'll take my 15 percent plus 25 percent of Franklin's end,

and I'll take it now.

- I'm not letting that happen. - Why the hell not?

Because that would change the plan.

And when plans change, things get fucked up.

You're gonna have to learn to be a little more flexible.

The plan stays.

We have an arrangement in Twin Falls where we'll get 70 cents on the dollar.

We'll keep that arrangement. All of us.

After that, I'm over the border into Canada,

and you can all get on Michael's fucking boat for all I care.

No. Nobody gets on my boat but me.

Right, whatever.

But if anybody goes before then, there's a chance you'll spend the money.

All right, you spend the money, you'll get popped.

And the chances are you'll talk.

Either way, I'm not taking that chance.

Murph, I've been doing this a long time, and I've never dropped dime on anybody.

You wanna keep blowing smoke in my fucking face, or you want me to blow your head off?

Huh?

You go do whatever the fuck it is you gotta do in Twin Falls or wherever the hell it is you're going.

That's your criminal right. Me, I'm staying right here.

Besides, you two are the ones with the hot sheets.

Instead of traveling with you, I should be putting as much distance from you

as humanly fucking possible.

I realize traveling with you fucks is the weakest part of the plan,

but since we don't trust each other, we're gonna travel north together as a group.

So try to think of us as The Osmonds, only we don't fucking get along.

Gentlemen, as far as I'm concerned, this job is done.

I'm cashing out. Just give me my fucking money.

Is that an order, Hanson?

No, no, come on. That wasn't an order. I mean, technically, it wasn't an order.

- Well, what about you, Gus? - What?

You think this is your fucking money?

No, no. This is my money. That's your money.

- Michael. - I just wanna get on the move, Murph.

Makes you the only fucking pig in the room, Hanson.

You make me laugh, you know that?

I can't imagine what goes through that sick fucking mind of yours.

Sometimes I actually think you believe you're the King himself, you know that?

What is it with those sideburns? I glued mine on for the job.

For you, it's an actual lifestyle choice.

- Shut up. - I'm serious, man.

- Shut up. - It's fucking sad, man.

Nevertheless, I do know the golden rule.

And what's that, sweetheart?

Fuck the gold.

He who has the nickel plating makes the rules.

- You shot him. - Ohh. That's right, Gus.

Now I'm gonna kill him.

Sweetheart.

Wrap him up.

Wrap him up.

- Murph. - Here.

Wrap him up.

Fuck.

- Anybody? - No.

We need some towels.

He's bleeding all over the place.

Hey, Murph.

How are we gonna split up the money now? Heh.

Damn, this boy is heavy.

Think he had one too many peanut butter and fried banana sandwiches.

♪ I am a gun and I am loaded ♪♪

God.

Do you need a ride, fella?

Thanks.

Fuck! Goddamn it.

In a raid as wild and as daring

as anything seen on the American landscape, the Riviera Hotel and Casino

exploded today in a shower of gunfire

during the International Elvis Convention.

There are numerous injuries

- to innocent bystanders... - Hey.

Where's Jesse?

- Come here, you little shit. - Wait a minute. What the hell?

- Where is it, huh? - What?

- Where's that money? - Don't know what you're talking about.

I'm calling the cops right now.

Why, you...

Goddamn it.

911 operator, state your name and the location of the emergency.

Yes, hello.

- Hey! - Hello?

This is the 911 operator.

Yeah.

Hello, ma'am?

Ma'am?

I thought you might change your mind.

Where did you get that?

So you're the one...

At the casino in Vegas. It's all over the news. That--

That's you.

- Get over there and sit down. - Go, go.

That's $100,000, Cybil. Just for you to keep your mouth shut.

You don't have to pay me off, I'm not gonna tell anybody.

No, you're not.

And all I need is a couple of days. After that, you can do whatever you want.

Everything's understood?

I got it.

Well...

Hey, Elvis.

Is there any chance that I might be able to see you again?

Sorry, Cybil.

You 100 percent sure of that?

Yeah, 100,000 percent.

- I need your car. - What?

Yeah, the old Valiant out there. Where are the keys?

I'm not giving that to you.

Yeah, you are because I just gave you $100,000 for it.

I don't care how much you just gave me.

Anyway, it's not my car. It's my grandmother's.

- Hey, Cybil, you either get me the keys right now-- - Or what? You gonna kill us?

You know, there's a simple solution here.

Yeah, there is.

You can take us with you.

- What? What? - What? Why not? Where are you going?

I haven't got time for this.

You got three seconds to get me those car keys,

or I'm gonna splatter cherry pie all over that wall behind you.

And I'm dead serious about that. One. Two--

Stop pointing that gun at my mom.

Who's there?

It's the police. Can you open the door, please?

Mom, money.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Mom, get the door.

Hey, can I help you?

Evening. We received an emergency 911 call from this room.

Are you sure?

Yeah. The call was disconnected. We were in the neighborhood.

Everything okay?

Yeah, it's fine. We were just fixing to leave.

Can we come in, ma'am?

Of course you can.

The Elvis impersonators then made it up the elevator

and onto the roof, where they were taken by helicopter,

we don't know where.

- Again, this all happening in the last... - You the man of the house?

We just got engaged.

- Oh. Congratulations. - Thank you. Yeah, we're excited about it.

We're about to go on a little trip to the Grand Canyon.

- Jesse, why don't you go get your stuff? - Okay.

Well, be right back.

So which of you is the one who dialed 911?

Okay, I'm sorry, I--

I was trying to dial 411 for information, and I dialed nine by mistake.

I guess we're all set here.

- We're gonna be on our way, okay? - Well, so are we. Come on.

Ma'am, can I give you a hand with your bag?

If you wouldn't mind. It's really heavy. We got schoolbooks and all in there.

- My pleasure. - Okay.

We'll be right there.

Come on.

Bye-bye.

You guys the Federal Marshals?

If we're not, we'd better give these fuckers back, huh?

Good morning.

Not for them, it isn't.

- Morning. Vegas Homicide. - What do you got, Vegas?

No IDs. Looks like this one was digging, trying to bury the one in the sheet.

Somebody drilled from the front. Double taps to the heart.

Three spent.45 casings, probably more in the sand.

And this is interesting.

Forty-five slug, slightly deformed.

Vest.

Tell me something, Cybil. How'd that money get up there in that ceiling?

What do you mean? Jesse put it up there.

Yeah. It's a little heavy for him to get up there all by himself, don't you think?

- You're paranoid. - Yeah, I'm paranoid.

Because I think you tried to steal my money.

You don't deserve the money anyway. You're just an amateur.

Well, if you're such a pro,

you know that stealing it wouldn't have done you any good.

The money's marked, Miss I-Got-It-All-Figured-Out.

- You're lying. - Ha, ha, ha. Am I?

On the news, they said the money was untraceable.

- The news? - Yeah, and the news doesn't lie.

I'm sure they said that.

That way, when the dumb shits who stole it try to spend it,

they get caught and get locked up.

And you wanna know why, Cybil with a "C"?

Because they were dumb shits and they listened to the news.

- I never thought about it that way. - No, I guess not.

Whew!

♪ We got our friends A full tank of gas ♪

All right, here we go. I'm pulling off here. I can't drive anymore.

- No? - No, I gotta get some sleep.

♪ Everybody scatter There's a madman on the run ♪

♪ Stumblin' through the wreckage Like a blind man with a gun ♪

♪ Nowhere to hide ♪

♪ I'm in too deep ♪♪

Help you?

- Can you pump gas? - Yep.

Good. Nobody fucking does anymore. Fill it up.

Yeah, y'all be cool now.

- Damn, what happened to your nose? - Yeah, what happened to your head?

We just came from another interrogation.

Which reminds me, Quig, why do they call it a head-butt?

I mean, it's not like I knocked that prick out

by slamming my forehead into his ass.

Yeah, that's true.

Yeah, well, I would've come forward sooner,

but I was busy getting my beak mended.

I heard about the robbery after the surgery.

I put two and two together, and here I am in the flesh.

I'll tell you the same thing I told them other guys.

Which is what?

I knew one of them.

- You're certain of that? I mean, they're-- - Oh, yeah.

He's a real crazy motherfucker too.

He was sinister.

You know, some creepy, freaky, level nine-type shit.

Just dark.

Kind that's liable to shove a little snake up the coochies of women or something.

Yeah, you gotta watch out for that one.

Wherever he go, trouble bound to follow.

Ahh! Oh, my God!

Is he dead?

Jumper cables might help.

Did it hurt?

- That's a funny question. - Well, did it?

I think maybe the first one did.

I could call the cops, you know.

You could try.

Here, man, allow me.

Need some spot welding done?

So this guy you seem to know so well, he's a real Elvis impersonator?

Uh-uh.

- And what does that mean? - Remember when the King died in '77?

Jesus, was it '77?

Well, he had a clause in his will which stated that Lisa Marie,

along with any illegitimate child he may have fathered,

be entitled to his entire estate.

So, naturally, I came forth.

- Naturally. - And that's when I first met him.

And did "him" have a name?

Yeah.

Murphy.

Thomas Murphy.

Hey! Where are you headed?

Can I come?

Can I?

- Go get your bubblegum. - Ha, ha, ha!

- Smoke? - No.

But I do everything else.

It's a nasty habit.

Burn, baby, burn!

It was basically...

Our music is basically--

Rock 'n' roll music is basically gospel or rhythm and blues.

Oh, come on. I did not try to steal your money.

Besides, that was then and this is now.

Yeah, and I should trust you now, shouldn't I?

Hey, why would I try to steal the golden egg

when I got the whole damn goose right here?

No, this goose is flying solo just as soon as we clean this money.

Till then I'm supposed to automatically trust you?

- Yeah, and why wouldn't you? - You're a thief and a bank robber.

- I'm not a bank robber, okay? - I'm just saying.

Look, you're gonna get set up with a little something, all right?

- A little something? - Yeah.

I hope your idea of a little something's my idea of a lot of something.

- A hundred thousand little somethings. - Oh, Christ, can you just shut up, please?

- ...and not being able to touch hands - Thank you.

with body, or body with hands--

Is that better?

Mm.

Mm.

Hey, how about a down payment on that little something?

Did I say little?

That's not what I meant.

♪ Now, on the day I was born ♪

Harder.

♪ And they gazed in wide wonder ♪

♪ At the joy they had found The head nurse spoke up ♪

Murph?

- Mack. - How's the road treating you?

♪ That I was bad to the bone ♪

♪ Bad to the bone ♪

Good.

Where's your mob headed?

Reno.

Ever been to Reno?

♪ Bad to the bone ♪

♪ A thousand hearts ♪

Get your bubblegum.

♪ I'll break a thousand more, baby Before I am through ♪

♪ I wanna be yours, pretty baby Yours and yours alone ♪

♪ I'm here to tell ya honey That I'm bad to the bone ♪

♪ Bad to the bone ♪

♪ B-b-b-b-b-b-b-bad ♪♪

So, tell me, Michael, where are we gonna clean the cash?

Don't you worry about the cleaner.

What's the password?

What?

For the cleaner guy. You said yourself you don't know him,

- you've never seen him before. - So?

So you gotta have a password.

How's he gonna know whether you're a cop or not?

All right, so I got a password.

I don't need to know it because I got it written down.

So if I understand this correctly, once we clean the cash

and we get new IDs, we're really home free.

No, you are not understanding something, Cybil.

There is no "we." Then I'm home free. Me.

You are whatever you are.

Fine.

Hey, you want one of these refreshing beverages?

- I am good, thank you. - Nah, get back to work.

What do you got?

I got this big, fat file on Thomas J. Murphy.

Jesse, now, don't forget what I told you.

I know what to do.

♪ Once was a sweet thing, baby ♪

♪ Held out her lovin' in our hands ♪

Some more coffee, sir?

Sure.

♪ To kiss your lips The touch don't mean a thing ♪

Jesse, scoot over and let Mommy out.

Hey.

Where you going?

More coffee, sir?

I'm going to the little girls' room.

- Is that all right? - Don't fall in.

You like my mom?

She likes you. I can tell.

Yeah, we're a couple of coconuts.

My mom's jealous of that waitress.

Because she's got bigger boobs than my mom.

Do you like bigger boobs?

Stay.

♪ We let our love go bad ♪

Everything copacetic?

Big word. Finish your fries.

I don't have to if I don't want. You're not my father.

Ever hear about starving kids in Africa?

Why, are you gonna send them my fries?

So why'd you rob the casino?

Because everybody else robs banks.

Nowadays, you gotta be original.

If you're original, catch them off guard, it's a piece of cake.

Cake. That's criminal talk, isn't it?

- Like cherry pie on the wall. That was a good one. - I'm glad you liked it.

I'd say casinos are pretty original.

- How many you done so far? - One.

- One? - Yeah.

- One casino? - Yeah.

That is really lame, if you ask me.

Well, I didn't, did I?

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Michael ♪

- Goddamn it! - Hey!

Damn it! Damn it.

♪ I hear songs on the radio ♪

Goddamn you, Cybil! Stop this car!

Out!

♪ Every song they play has got me thinking 'bout you ♪

♪ I see a fella walking down the street ♪

♪ He looks at me and he smiles real sweet ♪

You gonna pay for this?

♪ 'Cause I'm thinking about you ♪

Where the hell's my wallet?

♪ Every little dream I dream about you ♪

♪ Every little thought I think about you ♪

♪ It drives me crazy when you go away ♪

♪ I oughta keep you locked up at home ♪

"Cleanliness is next to godliness."

Whoo!

Thomas J. Murphy, born 1955, January 8.

Elvis's birthday.

Born in Biloxi, Mississippi. No record of a father.

Spent most of his childhood in foster homes.

He was a medic in Vietnam.

Awarded the Purple Heart.

Nice.

First arrest in '75 when he was caught vandalizing the gates of Graceland.

Why would you do that?

I could not make this shit up if I tried.

Then he was arrested for attempted murder in '88,

and then again for a diamond heist in Arizona, where he served eight years.

Released March, year of our Lord, 2000.

In 1984, Thomas J. Murphy filed charges

against the estate of Elvis Presley for not recognizing him

as Elvis's biological son.

Right. Sure.

He was denounced in '85 and he lost the case,

along with 75 others claiming to be Elvis Presley's illegitimate children.

The court ordered DNA testing done.

Seventy-three of the 75 proved to be false outright.

Fucking cowboy.

Nice day.

Great day.

No, you're not gonna tell me that Murphy was one of the inconclusive two.

Buddy...

take a look at those sideburns.

Peterson's Antique Refurbishing. Naomi speaking.

Yes, hi, I'm trying to reach Jay Peterson?

One moment, please.

Jay, there's a woman on the phone for you.

Oh, all right.

Jay Peterson. How can I help you?

Cleanliness is next to godliness.

Hey, alarm, see?

Yeah, you're right.

Hey, kid, this one here.

I got a name, you know, and it's not kid. It's Jesse James.

Move your ass, Jesse James, and pop the hood.

Cha-ching.

Ow!

Good job.

Open this door right now.

Open this door. Open the door right now!

I've got you now, you little worm! Shit!

Shit.

- Ow! Goddamn it. Don't move! - All right.

Unlock the door.

- Unlock the door! - Okay.

- Yes, I do. - Tonight, 10 sharp.

I'll be there with bells on.

Hey, give me five...

hundred thousand.

Mr. Peterson?

Mr. Peterson, I'm sorry. I tried to announce him.

It's all right, honey. He's here now.

Okay.

What can I do for you?

You are Jay Peterson, right?

Either that or I'm wearing someone else's underwear.

It's a joke.

I don't joke.

Oh.

You don't have an appointment either.

So, what can I do for you?

Cleanliness is next to godliness.

I've been hearing that a lot lately.

- You some kind of hunter or something? - Oh, yeah.

Me too.

Oh, that's nice.

All right, listen. There's something you should know.

Someone just called here with the password. She's on her way over.

- Good. - So why are you here?

I'm just here to keep things honest, Jay.

You kill this one too?

It's either you or him, huh?

Is that a joke?

Oh, oh, that's right. You don't do that.

Okay. Ahem.

Listen up.

Things have changed.

You guys are all over the news. This thing is messy.

So?

So it's gonna be 50 cents on the dollar, that's what.

Things being the way they are.

Nah. The deal was 70.

Oh! Geez! Goddamn it! You almost hit me. You know, you really should've called first.

- Now, why is it again you didn't call? - You ever kill one from this close, Jay?

- What are you--? - Hm?

What are you, nuts?

Probably.

Fuck!

Okay, okay! It doesn't have to be 50 cents.

- You fucked the wrong guy. - I know. A deal's a deal.

Why don't you show me the money, Jay, so I know you're not just jerking me off?

Hey, listen, I think we got off on the wrong foot here.

Why don't we wait for the girl? That's fair.

And then I'll show you mine, and then you show me yours.

- Why don't I shoot you with this arrow? - No, no, please.

Show me you're playing straight with me.

- All right. What? - Open the safe.

Well, I--

- I can't do that. - Open the fucking safe.

Hey.

Bathroom.

Well, make it quick. We can't pay for this.

What do you say?

- Sorry, sir. - No problem, little dude.

♪ A couple mil in the back And I ain't even done ♪

Yeah.

♪ I write platinum tracks, I got it all from raps And that's the platinum fact ♪

♪ Uh, all that and there ain't nothin' to fear yet ♪♪

You afraid, Jay? Can't make your fingers work?

You think they felt that?

You think you ever maybe just scared one to death?

Hey.

What's with the girl?

What?

You're so fucking ugly and she's so cute. What's the deal?

Does the wife know about her?

- Why are you doing this to me? - I'm just killing time.

- Are you gonna kill me? - Not till you get the safe open.

Now, that's a joke.

Open the safe.

- I never killed any of them. - What?

The animals.

I bought them.

They're-- They're just for show.

They're to impress my friends.

I take the girl to Mexico and my wife thinks I'm in Africa.

- I'm sorry. I'm a fucking pussy, I mean... - Ha, ha, ha.

Jay, that's a lot.

That's a lot to hold back.

Now, open the safe.

All right.

We're in business.

Let's have a drink.

Mr. Peterson?

Come on in.

We were just talking about Mexico.

And being scared to death, right, Jay?

Duh.

Hmm.

Hi. Are you Mr. Peterson?

In the flesh.

- Need a hand with that? - No, no, I got it.

- Quite a load you got there. - A load?

Laundry. I get it.

- Little industry humor. - Yeah.

Don't you want me to give you the password?

You know, just to verify that it's really me?

Sure, if you wouldn't mind.

Not at all. I know how these things work.

- Cleanliness is next to godliness. - Perfect.

You scared me there for a second.

I wasn't quite sure that you were the right guy.

Oh, I'm the right guy, all right.

- Do you mind if I look around? - Not at all.

And if you see something you like, consider it a gift.

Thank you.

All right, Jesse, you stay here.

This one's beautiful.

That's one of my favorite pieces.

Yeah? Where's it from?

Up my ass.

- Excuse me? - It's an African piece.

Looks Egyptian to me.

You got a bathroom around here?

In the back, through the office.

Thank you.

- I told you to wait in the car, Jesse. - Is that my mom?

- I wanna see! - No!

That's not her.

We're gonna find your mom, Jesse.

You're lying. You don't know where she is.

She's with Murphy and she's headed to the same place we are.

No bullshit?

No bullshit.

♪ The stars, that's where I come from ♪

♪ Belt of Orion Son of the sun god ♪

♪ You know my name, I'm the conqueror The lion ♪

♪ King, Ka Maya Maya, come Twenty twelve, come twelve tribes ♪

Do you like women with large breasts?

Or women with huge breasts?

I'm gonna go with huge to block.

Tell me what you make of this.

Somebody saw a '59 red Caddy

pulling out of a gas station shortly before the place blows up.

- Where? - Ely, Nevada.

About 300 miles north of Las Vegas.

Then, last night, about 400 miles north of Ely in Twin Falls, Idaho,

some antique dealer slash money washer, alleged,

is found dead near an open and empty safe.

I got 50 bucks on Boise. You want a piece of that action?

Hey, man, watch the hair.

- Where'd you get these? - I thought you'd like it.

Well, I do like it. A lot.

♪ Detroit to Texas Texas to LA ♪

♪ Who brings it to you Who ♪

♪ Who's your uncle? Brooklyn to the bayou ♪

♪ Across the southern plains Who brings it to you ♪

♪ Who's your uncle? ♪♪

I didn't know you smoked.

Yeah, once in a while.

Filters are for pussies and guys my age.

Here. The way the young guys in the joint smoke them.

Try that.

♪ And drinking shots with God, Living old gas station ♪

♪ A couple cops, they got my statements ♪

Pretty good, huh?

Yeah. Real good.

♪ I couldn't steer So I got me a chauffeur ♪♪

Hey. Want another one?

All right, you made your point.

Hey, I got an idea. Why don't you make me your partner?

I wouldn't let you down.

What if I helped you get to Murphy and the money?

- Then would you make me your partner? - No.

Why not?

- Because you bring nothing to the table, okay? - Where's your car now, Mr. Smarty Pants?

Murphy's driving it, Mr. I-Blow-Chunks-When-I-Smoke.

Exactly. He's driving your stolen car.

Yeah, Murphy's driving my stolen--

I wanna report my car stolen.

It's a fire-engine red '59 Cadillac.

Yeah, Coupe deVille.

License plate 3-K-M-T-G.

Step out of the car. Now.

Okay, thanks a lot.

Oh, God!

Shut the ignition off and step out of the vehicle, please.

Cheerleaders.

- Come on, stud. - Cheerleaders.

So, what are you in for?

Jaywalking or a visitor's pass?

Nothing that romantic.

Grand theft truck.

Yeah?

- Is that it? - So far.

Reporting the car stolen, damn risky, if you ask me.

Clever, though.

Had I known you were that smart, I might not have shot you back in Rosewood.

By the way, I did shoot you, didn't I?

- Where's Cybil? - Cybil?

Cybil...

Cybil with a "C"?

Where do you think she is, Mike?

You are fucked up. You are seriously a piece of shit.

You'd have done the same thing, if she double-crossed you instead of me.

What? What are you talking about?

What am I talking about? You mean, you still haven't figured it out?

You two didn't play me. You didn't even know her.

No, not very well. But I knew you.

- You're reaching, Murph. - Ha-ha-ha!

- Am I? - You had no reason to bring her in.

Same reason you stayed with her, Mike.

Average American family out on the road for a little Putt-Putt.

- Why didn't you go back to the motel? - I did.

Fucking coyotes.

Coyotes.

Yeah, no shit. Two of them.

I took one in the grill. Woke up in a ditch sucking on the steering wheel.

Face it, Mike. You got played.

It didn't matter to her who the 100 grand came from. You, me.

I'm trying to face that myself.

It's all bullshit, Murph.

She told you about the 100 grand

and anything else you could beat out of her.

Yeah, you're right, Mike.

Truth is, she fell so crazy in love with you in one day

that the little grifter bitch decides to shit-can the deal she cuts with me

and take off with you, the man of her dreams.

By the way, that was the deal you've got, right, 100 grand?

Oh, Mike.

You know the difference between us, Mike?

You're always trying to do the right thing

in a bad situation.

Zane, Michael?

- Yeah? - Yeah?

Right here.

Right here.

Somebody here to see you about bail.

Listen, I know this guy. Can I have a second?

Make it quick.

So where'd you hide the money, Murph?

In the trunk of my car?

Oh, man.

Instant karma's a motherfucker, isn't it?

Hey, it's always a pleasure taking care of business with you.

You want karma, asshole? Huh?

You find the money, you'll find the girl.

Hey. Hey, Zane. Hey.

Find me.

Could I please make my fucking phone call?

Boise County Superior Court now in session.

The Honorable Judge Carmody presiding.

Mr. Zane?

Yeah. Who are you?

Hi, my name is Otto Sinclair. I'm from 1-800-1-GO-FREE.

I was asked by a Mr. Waingrow to be your legal representation.

- Mister who? - Mr. Jesse Waingrow.

- That little shit. - Yeah. Charming little feller, ain't he?

Am I getting out of here?

- That all depends on you. - What do you mean?

Mr. Waingrow has agreed to purchase the release bond,

provided you enter into a partnership with him.

- He said you'd understand. - You gotta be kidding me.

No, Mr. Zane, I am not.

This is ridiculous. This says 50 percent.

Yes, it does, Mr. Zane.

Otto. Zane, you're up next.

Hey, make up your mind fast. I don't wanna waste this judge's time.

You shoplifted in the wrong state.

I'm going to recommend a sentence of only two years.

See you in court.

Two?

- Michael Zane. - Good luck, pal.

Hey, hang on a second.

- Two years? - Let me see that again.

- Jack. - Yeah?

Jack, it's me.

Things got a little crazy, all right?

I can't go into everything right now, so listen.

I'm in a holding tank in Boise, Idaho.

I'm under the name Jonathan Liebling.

I have to make bail.

I have to do it before my prints come back, you understand?

Completely.

Bring a couple of guys and some hardware

to that place Michael set up for us.

- You know the one I'm talking about? - You got it.

- I'll have you out in an hour. - Good.

Fifty percent, huh?

So I'll see you Tuesday morning, 9 a.m.?

Yeah, right.

Come on.

1-800-1-GO-FREE.

Yeah, Jack.

Gonna need your license.

'59 Caddy, red.

Row nine.

Yeah, no shit.

I took one in the grill.

Woke up in a ditch sucking on the steering wheel.

Get in the car, Jesse.

I got good news and bad news.

- The good news is, your mom's in the trunk. - What's the bad news?

She's alive.

You okay?

Oh, baby, baby, give me a hug.

Oh, I'm so sorry, baby.

Mom, I thought you were dead.

You knew I was coming back.

What's going on here, Cybil?

What?

There's more money here than we took. A lot more.

- I don't know anything about that. - No, of course you don't.

I've been sucking on gas fumes for the past five hours. Don't look at me like that.

Come on. Are you okay?

You're good, man.

You really are. You're good. I mean, that's a nice touch.

Just the right amount of relief from a loving mother reuniting with her long-lost son,

who she left behind with a sucker she just stole 3 million bucks from.

I did not set you up.

- Bullshit! - What are you even talking about?

- Murphy told me. - Murphy?

- Yeah. Surprised? - What--?

Yeah. Never mind.

However that happened, Murphy lied to you and you know it!

No. You lied to me.

You stole my car, you stole my money

and then you left your son with a stranger.

I mean, that was...

Let me tell you something. The Valiant is my grandmother's car, not yours.

And that is the Riviera Casino's money, not yours.

And most of all, and get this straight, I did not leave my son with a stranger.

Come on.

I left him with you.

All right.

All right, Cybil, you can turn this whole thing around any way you want.

You're good at that. But don't tell me you didn't take the money because you did!

Okay, I took it. I did.

I've got two people to take care of on my own,

and you made it clear that that was never gonna change.

So, yeah, I did. I took it.

All right. We gotta change cars.

We're never gonna see you again, are we?

Yeah, yeah, whatever, whatever.

They fucking had the guy in Boise.

- They let him go. - Murphy?

- Yeah, Murphy. - Shit!

Hop in. Come on, come on!

Okay.

Wombats, huh?

State champions.

Big exhibition game up north.

What the fuck is a wombat, anyway?

Wombat, it's a small, little, furry animal, something like a hedgehog.

Yeah. Where you headed, anyway?

Seattle works.

I can't tell you how embarrassed this whole department is

over this incident, but you know as well as I do, we don't make the laws,

we just enforce them.

Jesus.

Where'd you learn that? The Barney Fife Seminar on Law Enforcement?

What was the weapon?

It was twin.45s.

All right, well, we're gonna need those. Trooper was shot and killed with a.45.

What else was in the car?

That information's not in yet, but I'll get right on it.

- Jesus. - Johnny?

Right away.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking it's at least 3000 miles to Graceland,

so I wanna catch this asshole before he jumps the border to Canada.

There's never any traffic around here this time of day.

There sure are enough cops, though. Look.

Look, do me a favor.

- What? - Would you put it in park?

- What for? - I got something wrong

with my contact lens. I don't want the car rolling while I work on it.

Okay.

What are you--?

Come on.

- We done bust them! That's our custom! - Yeah, let's go.

Go, Wombats!

- Come on. Hey. - Here we go, Wombats, here we go.

- Yes? - You traveling alone?

Not unless you count team spirit.

- Go Wombats! - All right.

Let me tell you one. I have a new one. Listen to this, dude.

Pork chop, pork chop.

Greasy, greasy.

We beat their fucking team easy, easy!

- Go Wombats! - Okay, hey.

Just do me a favor. Take it easy on the beer.

Thanks.

Jesse, go wait by the taxi.

Thanks for taking care of him.

Other way around.

I don't suppose I could talk you

- into hanging around. - No, I'm headed for Mount Vernon.

Yeah, your boat.

Yeah.

Here.

- What's this? - It's all of it.

Except for 100,000. I figured I earned that.

Come on.

- That's a lot of money, Cybil. - It sure is.

For that kind of money, I'm entitled to an answer for something.

Why can't you just--?

I felt something shoot through me the minute I laid eyes on you.

I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I can't explain it. I just knew it.

- Please, stop. - No, no. Hey.

I can't see why we shouldn't be together.

- What is it you want me to say? - You want us to stay with you.

I can't, Cybil. It's not that simple.

Yes, it is that simple!

What difference does it make?

I don't even know who's talking to me here, all right? I can't trust you, Cybil.

And no matter how much I'd like to, I'll never be able to trust you.

That's it, isn't it?

- What? - It's not me you can't trust.

It's you.

Glad you think so.

Looks like she didn't talk you into staying, huh?

No, she didn't.

I really liked being your partner.

Yeah, well, you're a pretty good partner.

No bullshit?

No, no bullshit.

Listen, I gotta go.

I can't fucking believe this.

Did you see me?

It's him!

That's right, cowboy. It's me.

Mom! Mom, on the right!

♪ That revolving door was a bitch to me ♪

♪ Turning lesser men into raging beasts ♪

♪ Going or staying repay What you're takin' from me ♪

♪ Wait, you wait Until the free man walks ♪

♪ The free man walk away ♪

♪ Unchanged until the free man walks, ♪

- Watch out! - Son of a bitch!

♪ Free man walks away ♪

- Twat. - Mom, he's coming over to the left!

♪ Carved in granite stone buried next to me ♪

♪ Baby brother's gone, how's it feel to be ♪

♪ End's taking so long, the end's taking so long ♪

Mom, where is he?

Mom! Oh, my God!

♪ The free man walk away ♪

♪ You wait until the free man walks away ♪

Mom, come on, wake up!

Mom.

Mom! Mom.

♪ The free man walks away ♪

♪ Away, until the free man walks ♪♪

Jesse, come on!

You stay the fuck away from us!

You know, things work out better for me sometimes when I don't kill people.

You touch my mom and I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

What, you wanna fight? Do you wanna fight?

Mom? Mom?

Now, what I want is my money.

Mom.

All of it!

- And you're gonna fucking get it for me. - Mom?

Michael has it.

- We don't know where he is. - You don't know where he is?

I got a good idea where he is.

I'm gonna hold on to this little piece of shit while you go and find him for me.

Get up, Cybil.

I was wondering if you were coming back for her.

Yeah, well, it's been a busy couple of years.

Where do we stand?

Let's see.

That's 130 grand you owe for the loan,

and you racked up 24 grand for five years of dock paint and maintenance.

- How are you planning to pay for this? - Well, cash is king.

Slug bug blue.

- What the fuck was that? - It's a kids' game.

My mom and I, we're in the car a lot.

Well, you're no kid.

- You don't scare me, you know that? - No, I don't believe I do, do I?

I guess your mama taught you well.

Yeah, she did. So, what's your mama's excuse?

Slug bug yellow.

What, you don't want to play no more?

Michael!

Michael.

Murphy has Jesse.

He wants the money and he'll let him go.

Michael, please.

You know, my dad left me this boat a long time ago.

I never even knew him.

Pretty cool, huh?

Please talk to me.

So you and Murph, what, just ran into each other?

Oh, God, help me.

Oh, God.

Hey.

What am I gonna do?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. What have I done?

I want you to listen to me now.

Now, listen to me.

- We're gonna get Jesse back. - No, we're not. No, we're not.

I promise you, we're gonna get him back.

All right.

What are we gonna do?

What everybody should do in this situation.

Call the cops.

Hey, handsome.

- Yeah? - Either quit smoking or get a new lighter.

I like that one.

You guys just got a call about the Riviera job.

Some woman said the guys who did it are having a meet tonight.

Where?

Duck River Wood Mill in Mount Vernon, just north of Seattle, Washington.

- They're still going north. Anything else? - Yes, sir. A name. Thomas J. Murphy.

♪ Hello again ♪

♪ It's me, the fool on the hill ♪

♪ Life here ain't so bad ♪

♪ My dreams are dark ♪♪

Michael.

Oh. Hey, don't worry.

These guys are by-the-book.

They just wanna read their name in the paper for making the big arrest.

Nothing's gonna happen to me.

- Nice. - Yeah, I thought you'd like that one.

I do. Who's carrying this?

Got you written all over it.

Good, Jack.

You wanted firepower. I give you Hamilton.

I told you to bring a couple of guys, Jack. A couple of guys.

Trust me. He is a couple of guys.

Who's the kid?

In the first place, he ain't no kid, he's four and a half feet of money.

Like him already.

Make sure you keep him breathing till the money's in my hands.

You hungry?

Want a sandwich?

No.

Come on, kid. Even tough guys gotta eat.

Do you want a jelly sandwich?

Yeah.

Hey, give me TAC, HRT and SWAT.

I don't care where you get them, just get them.

Yeah, fucking Seattle's fine. Just get them.

Hey, Jack.

Glad to see you could make it on time.

Where's the boy?

- Some job we pulled, huh? - Don't need you, Jack.

I'd like to get this over with, if you don't mind. So let's go find Murph.

He's right here, Michael.

Don't.

You okay, Jesse?

- He's fine. - Let's make the trade.

Well, what's the rush? I mean, I thought you were looking forward to this.

Cybil's down there.

If we're not with her in five minutes, she makes a phone call.

You're not calling the cops, Mike, and neither is she.

- Now, why don't you throw the bag over? - No problem.

Send Jesse over here. Jack will bring you the money.

Go ahead, Jack.

You go slow.

Jack, you make one move towards that kid--

He'll splatter cherry pie all over the fucking wall behind you.

He's got the lingo down, Mike.

Just keep coming, Jesse.

Come on, Jack.

Good.

Now, I'm just gonna walk out of here with Jesse and you got the money. All of it.

That's very generous, Michael, but it's not that simple.

I hope that's you, Hamilton.

Yeah, it's me, baby. I'm on the money.

Jack, go start the plane.

Give me five and we're out of here.

Now, he's a bad guy, kid.

Maybe not as bad as me, but he's a bad guy just the same.

And you, Michael, along with all the other bad guys out there,

seem to be missing the point.

You're all forgetting the rule.

The golden rule.

- And that is-- - Yeah, yeah.

"He who has the big-ass gun makes the rules."

It'd help, of course, if the gold was actually in the bag.

Oh, Michael, I hope you haven't ruined this.

This could have been easy.

So I'm gonna check,

just to be sure.

What the fu--? Fucking newspaper.

Goddamn it!

Fuck.

- What the fuck? - Run, Jesse, run!

Federal Marshals! Hands in the air! Now!

- Fuck. - All right, that's good.

Now, lower the weapons.

Guns down now!

You said five minutes, Mike.

Yeah, I lied.

See?

You are a bad guy.

The truth is, guys like me die caught. Guys like you? You can die bloody.

It's up to you.

Me? I'm going back.

Yeah, you're going back, Mike.

Hey, who the fuck told you to turn around?!

You're going back in a bag.

Cops!

♪ Look at me, I got nowhere to be ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

Run, kid!

♪ This comes as no surprise... ♪

♪ And all the ladies think I'm crazy ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

Jack!

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

Murph!

Fuck!

Get a paramedic.

That was stupid, Jack.

- That was stupid. - I'm through asking, Thomas Murphy!

Step out now!

Was he really your old man?

Murph, who's gonna fly the plane?

You motherfuckers.

I cannot let you leave here.

Do you understand?

That's the last of it, kid.

I'll cover you.

♪ Can't remember when it's meant So much to me ♪

♪ I'm suffocating and I can't remember What it meant ♪

♪ Sweet mama, won't you set me free ♪

If you don't come out now, Murphy, I promise you, we're gonna come in.

You don't want any of me.

Hold a second. Which one is he?

Well, it's not Murphy.

Guys, I gotta get him out of here.

All right.

Jesse!

- Mom. - Oh, God.

No, no, no, this way.

Do you recognize me now?

♪ And now, the end is near ♪

Because I recognize you.

♪ The final curtain ♪

♪ My friend, I'll say it clear ♪

♪ I'll state my case ♪

Hold.

♪ Of which I'm certain ♪

♪ I've lived a life that's full ♪

Nobody shoots.

♪ And every highway ♪

He's not giving up.

♪ I did it my way ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

Fuck.

Make sure everybody's all right.

Really wanted to get this one alive.

I'm glad he didn't give up.

I wouldn't have.

Fellas!

Little cleanup here.

Thanks.

Federal Marshals and a SWAT team exchanged gunfire

with the last three men responsible for the Riviera Casino robbery.

They were killed in the exchange, along with several law enforcement officers.

- Hey! - Unfortunately, the last six men

associated with the robbery are dead.

The money may never be recovered.

Anyone seen my ambulance?

These things really work.

Help me up.

I thought you died.

I did.

♪ Won't give you money I can't give you the sky ♪

♪ You're better off if you don't ask why ♪

♪ I'm not the reason that you Go astray ♪

♪ We'll be alright If you don't ask me to stay ♪

♪ Follow me Everything is all right ♪

♪ I'll be the one to tuck you in at night ♪

♪ And if you want to leave I can guarantee ♪

♪ You won't find nobody else like me ♪♪

♪ It was a night, oh, oh, what a night It was it really was such a night ♪

♪ The moon was bright, oh how so bright It was it really was such a night ♪

♪ The night was alight with stars above Oh, when she kissed me ♪

♪ I had to fall in love ♪

♪ Oh, it was a kiss, oh, oh, what a kiss ♪

♪ It was it really was such a kiss Oh, how she could kiss, oh, what a kiss ♪

♪ It was it really was such a kiss Just the thought of her lips ♪

♪ Sets me afire ♪

♪ I reminisce and I'm filled with desire ♪

♪ But I'd gave my heart to her in sweet surrender ♪

♪ How well I remember, I'll always remember ♪

♪ Oh, what a night, oh, oh, what a night ♪

♪ It was it really was such a night ♪

♪ Came the dawn and my heart and her love ♪

♪ And the night was gone ♪

♪ But I'll never forget the kiss The kiss in the moonlight ♪

♪ Oh, such a kiss, such a night ♪

♪ It was a night, oh, oh, what a night It was it really was such a night ♪

♪ Came the dawn and my heart and her love And the night was gone ♪

♪ But I'll never forget the kiss The kiss in the moonlight ♪

♪ How well I remember I'll always remember ♪

♪ That night, oh, oh, what a night ♪

♪ It was it really was such a night When we kissed I had to fall in love ♪

♪ But I'd gave my heart to her in sweet surrender ♪

♪ How well I remember, I'll always remember ♪

♪ Oh, that night, oh, oh, what a night It was it really was such a night ♪

♪ When we kissed I had to fall in love ♪

♪ Well she's gone, gone, gone Yes she's gone, gone, gone ♪

♪ Came the dawn, dawn, dawn ♪

♪ And my love was gone But before that dawn ♪

♪ Yes, before that dawn And before that dawn ♪

♪ Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh ♪

♪ Such a night ♪♪

Whoo!

- A-marker. - Action!

Yeah, you're going back, all right, Mike.

You're going back...

- to the future, man. - Ha-ha-ha!

Freeze. Freeze. Stay where you are.